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nathandrakeisabottom · 11 months ago

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Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives.

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge.

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.”

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That asshole isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as the first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the hell out of here?”

Because distractions always helped him before.

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it.

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself.

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story.

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel.

So he wants to share it with the person he loves.

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame.

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?”

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than.

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat.

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions.

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times.

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened.

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him.

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening.

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?”

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there.

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either.

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh.

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe.

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?”

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.”

“Your point being?”

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable.

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference.

The pain, and what he chose to do with it.

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into.

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

#uncharted #uncharted 4: a thief's end #nathan drake #sam drake #nathan drake x reader #sam drake x reader #happy christmas yall!!!#and for those are yall who struggle today. you arent alone #feel free to jump into my inbox and geek out with me #sometimes family is just someone you share blood with #and that's allowed to be it #shea out

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 2 years ago

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if your still doing the prompt thing how about 17, 23, 25, 29 with power!bottom claire being stressed and intern!reader offering to help but don't have any sexual experience so claire teaches them

Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm so sorry it took so long to complete, life got very hectic, but I have it for you now! I hope I've done this request justice <3

Afterhours

Ship: Claire Debella x Reader

Summary: When you, an intern working at the governor's office, offer to stay with the governor while she works late into the night, you find yourself in a situation you have only ever fantasized of.

Word Count: 5.8k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: smut, hints at dark!Claire, pet-names, praise kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral, first time, virgin reader, legal age gap, power imbalance, mommy kink, begging, implied subspace

It's an open secret at the office that Governor Debella is paranoid.

If the extreme vetting process to just simply become an intern is anything to go by, the woman could use some relaxation time.

After all, a single intern hardly would have the ability to take down the political powerhouse that Governor Debella is.

Or, that's what you think anyhow.

You knew you had been lucky to land the job, the experience and credentials that will pad up your resume and qualifications that will come from working here, but some days, all you can think about is how stressed the top boss constantly is.

Being a people pleaser, being a people fixer, you started to stay late, wanting to get as much work done as possible.

Sure, you're only a low level entry personnel, but what you do helps free up time for those above you to focus on more important things.

After a few weeks of being the last one in the office, Governor Debella notices.

“Don't you have someone to get home to? A boyfriend, or a pet, or something?”

You nearly topple back in your seat, startled by your boss’s boss’s boss’s boss (seriously there's a chain of command here, and you're merely a bottom feeder) not having heard her approach from behind.

“Governor!” You gasp, trying to recover. “Uh- I don't- I live with a few roommates, but they never care if I'm there or not. We're all very busy.”

Governor Debella frowns, and crosses her arms.

“There's no reason for you to be staying so late. You're an intern. You don't get paid overtime.”

You shrug.

“I don't have much else to do. Call it volunteer hours.”

(And god, doesn't that sound pathetic, especially because it's true.)

Her frown deepens.

“It's illegal for you to stay and work without pay.”

“Are you telling me I need to start going home at quitting time?”

The words spill from your mouth before you can think them through.

There's a moment of silence, and for a second you could swear it's hesitation on Governor Debella’s face.

“No.” She says, after a beat too long.

There's another, much longer silence.

You hate the quiet, and you find yourself breaking it.

“Then, er, what do you want me to do?”

Governor Debella blinks, and it draws your attention to the dark bags underneath her tired silvery-blue eyes, her makeup must having had rubbed off enough for it to begin to show.

You suddenly realize that perhaps it's just as exhausting for her as it is for everyone else to deal with her stress and paranoia.

“Would you like some company while you work?” You offer, a gentleness in your tone that you hadn't made the decision to speak with. “I could clock out and then just… Sit in your office with you if you'd like. I know how empty the building feels when everyone has left.”

This time, you know you haven't imagined her hesitation.

“I'm under contract, anyhow, Governor. If there's an additional paper you need me to sign, for security reasons, well.” You shrug. “What's one more?”

Again, there's silence, and then…

“Call me Claire, if you're really willing to sit and do nothing for hours besides for staring at my office walls.”

You're a bit shocked she's accepted your offer, and you stumble over your response.

“I- oh. Uh… Okay, um. Claire.”

The governor’s lips twitch, as if she's hiding a smile.

“But not tonight. I was just about to head out, which means you definitely should too. Security won't stick around once I leave, and the night shift…” Claire scowls. “I need to remember to get them replaced.”

It's the most you've ever heard her talk without snapping at someone to do something, let alone to you.

“Isn't that what your assistant is for? To remind you or to arrange that on your behalf?”

“That's only if I remember to tell him.” Claire mutters, before shaking her head. “Shut your computer down, you're not staying if I'm not in the building.”

She waits, hovering over your shoulder as you listen, and she walks with you out to the front of the building.

“You didn't park in the lot?” She asks, when you start to head towards home.

You can feel your face flush.

“I uh… I don't exactly get paid enough to own a car.” You refuse to look at the older woman. “Usually I just walk back.”

“It's two in the morning.” Claire sounds incredulous.

“I have pepper spray.”

“No. You're not walking home anymore.”

Claire has her arms crossed again, and an all too familiar glare is being leveled at you.

Before now, you always thought it was an angry expression.

You're beginning to wonder if maybe it's a stubborn one instead.

You sigh.

“Well short of driving me home yoursel-”

“That's exactly what I'm going to do.”

You barely manage to keep your jaw from dropping as Claire turns, clearly expecting you to follow her.

You suppose if you don't, you won't get too far before she can find you walking.

Or if not, possibly fire you over it tomorrow.

You push down your anxiety.

Don't worse case scenario. You scold yourself.

Claire drives a nondescript silver minivan.

“I have custody every other month.” She explains your unanswered question.

Ah, right.

Sometimes you forget that Claire just recently went through divorce, that she has two little ones to care for.

You remember how the media had dug it all up, how they aired her very private life for the public.

For a minivan, it's pretty nice.

When Claire turns on the car, a few loud notes play, before she quickly slams her palm against the knob that turns the car music on and off.

You raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything about it.

Instead you ask, “how are they?”

“My kids?”

She sounds mildly surprised as she reaches for her seatbelt.

“Yeah.”

You click yours in as she replies.

“They're… They're okay, all things considered.”

She puts the car in reverse, and you rattle off your address so she knows where she's headed.

Her nose wrinkles, and you're willing to bet it's because you don't live in a particularly nice area.

“You had to hire shadows- uh, bodyguards for them, right?”

Claire's hands clench the wheel, turning her knuckles white.

“I don't know of any other governor who's had their children's lives threatened.” She practically growls. “It scares them, but they won't say anything.”

“I'm sorry.” You murmur.

Claire glances at your pale face, and she takes a breath, forcing her body to relax.

“It's not your fault.” She shakes her head. “They're my kids. I'm their mother. I'm bound to be a bit overprotective.”

You choke back an unamused laugh.

“You would hope.”

Claire gives you a quick look, before returning her full attention to the road.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh crap, you didn't mean to invite Claire to dig into your life.

“Er… My parents… They weren't the best.” You mumble.

Claire frowns, eyes still looking forward.

“How old are you again?”

“Twenty-three.”

Claire hums.

“And how much are we paying you again?”

You rattle off the salary.

Claire hums again, and then there's silence for the rest of the short drive.

When she pulls up in front of your apartment, you say, “this is it.”

You undo your seatbelt and open the door, moving to leave.

“I'll have the paperwork ready for you on your desk by lunch.” Claire says.

At your confused look she huffs.

“For your extended night hours.”

Oh!

“Right, thank you. And thank you for the lift.”

Claire nods.

“If you don't have those papers past lunch break, hound my assistant. Don't take no for an answer, I might not remember to let Brian know to expect you to be a bother.”

The word bother echoes around your head, and you swallow down sudden anxiety.

“Sure thing. Good night, Governor-er- Claire.”

“Good night.” The other woman says, and you shut the passenger door firmly behind you as you sprint into your building.

—»•«—

You do have to bother her assistant the next day, and the stack of papers Claire presents you with is frankly ridiculous, but you pull out a notepad, read them through, and write bullet points of what you're agreeing to.

You sign, and initial, and date.

And then you binder clip it all together and drop it with a fairly solid thud onto Brian’s desk.

“Governor Debella will want these to be scanned and filed.” You say, even as an intern knowing the procedure for important documentation.

The man frowns at you.

“You're not done.” Brain says, and then seemingly out of nowhere, produces another stack of papers.

You groan, but your impatience quickly disappears as you stare at the sheet of paper, towards the end of the stack, that says how much of a raise you're receiving for signing on to be Claire’s personal intern.

Claire's personal intern.

$47,000

That was $15k more than what you had been making.

What the fuck.

You sign the papers, and don't say a word.

Slowly, as the day progresses, people trickle out, until you're the last one in the main office.

Brain looks at you as he leaves, and nearly walks into a wall trying to maintain his stare.

You head towards Claire's office and knock on her door.

“Come in.”

She sounds frazzled, and you realize you haven't seen her flying around the office today as you normally do.

“Everything alright?” You ask, taking note of Claire's disheveled state.

“No.” Is the simple answer you get, and you don't push as Claire continues to frantically scribble something out.

You glance around, familiarizing yourself with the private office you so rarely see the inside of, and take notice of a little seating area, with two arm chairs and a very comfortable looking couch.

In addition, there's what appears to be a bar cart, but it's filled with bottled water and sports drinks instead of alcohol, as well as a giant TV screen and what looks like a game console hooked up to it.

Somehow, you can't quite picture Claire playing video games while at work, and you have to wonder if perhaps she has ever been forced to watch one or both of her kids while working.

You don't want to become an annoyance, so instead of pacing the space, you choose to settle into one of the armchairs, curling up with one knee to your chest, the other dangling off the side of the chair.

You stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander as you examine the embedded ceiling lights.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Claire suddenly growls, and the sound of a pen clattering against the plastic wood of her desk sounds through the room.

“What is?” You ask.

Claire’s head jerks up, and for a moment, she looks surprised.

“You're so quiet.” She says. “I forgot you were here.”

You shrug, and don't say I’m good at that, I've had a lot of practice growing up.

You do say, “I didn't want to be a distraction.”

Claire hums.

She does that a lot, you realize.

“Well, maybe instead I can bounce this off of you.”

She gestures for you to come around to her side of the desk, and you quickly skim over what appears to be a proposal for a bill.

“Is it even legal for me to be doing this?” You ask.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Claire shrugging.

“You work for the government office this will be coming out from. It's not illegal, just out of the norm.”

You make a noise of understanding, going over the contents of it, frowning.

“What’s the problem with this?” You ask once you're finished giving the proposal a once-over.

Claire viciously stabs a single digit at some handwritten notes laying next to her keyboard.

“This section, this sentence, this paragraph, this fucking word is wrong, but the thesaurus is being useless-”

“Whoa, whoa.” You slow down what was sure to be Claire spiraling into more stress. “What's the most important thing to fix here?”

Claire blinks, pauses, frowns, then flips through her notes.

“Here.” She finally decides. “This entire section needs to be completely rewritten.”

You scroll to the right place on the computer screen and read it over more carefully.

“I'm pretty sure we can bullshit what you want to say here.” You murmur half to yourself. “It shouldn't be too difficult, most of the framework is here, it's just about closing the loopholes and rewording things to be less polarizing.”

“You make it sound so simple.” Claire grumps, leaning back in her chair and frowning as she crosses her arms.

You shrug.

“I bullshitted my fair share of essays, the difficult part to it is having a decent outline, which you already have.”

The other woman grumbles something under her breath before sitting up, shooing you away with a flick of her hand.

“Alright, well if it's that easy.” Her tone is disgruntled, but her fingers are already clacking against the keyboard, and you take that as your signal to return to the armchair you had been lazing about in.

At the end of the night, she drives you home again.

It becomes a routine.

For the next few months, Claire uses you as a sound board during the late hours, and you've taken to bringing either a book to read or an adult coloring book to do while you sit with her.

And then something big must have happened in her private life, because Claire is an absolute menace even to you one Monday, tearing through the office morale like a hot knife to butter.

You don't dare say a thing, even when she snaps at you later that night for being incompetent, and you just sit and take it.

She doesn't mean it personally.

You know that.

But by the time Thursday rolls around, her attitude hasn't changed, and you've found yourself retreating, becoming as small and invisible as possible in an attempt to spare yourself from Claire’s wrath.

You hear shuffling from where you're curled up on the couch, and you look up, and find Claire downing a shot, a bottle of amber liquid sitting on her desk.

“I know I've been an ass.” She says when she catches your eye.

“You've been stressed.” You excuse.

Claire shakes her head.

“There are better ways of releasing steam.”

“Well what do you usually do?”

You think this must be the first conversation all week that Claire is having civilly.

“Get high. Or have sex.”

Your mouth drops open at her blasé answer.

“And I haven't been able to do either.” She complains.

“Well, er. I could- I could help. If you wanted. To- um. To destress, I- I mean.”

You don't know why those words left your mouth, and the moment they do, you can feel your face heat up.

Sure, you've begun to have the occasional fantasy or wet dream about your boss, but that wasn't the same thing as implying you'd have sex with her.

HR is going to have a field day with you.

You're going to be fired.

You bury your face into your hands, and when Claire gently brushes her fingers against your back, you jump.

You hadn't heard her move.

“Look at me.” She softly says, and you shiver at how low her voice is pitched.

“There's a good girl.” She smiles as you listen, and the pulse of heat that shoots down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

Her hand comes up to cup your face, angling it upwards and forcing you to meet her eyes.

“Do you mean it, baby?” She asks, and you shiver at the pet-name, biting your lip as you grow more aroused. “You'll help mommy destress?”

Your eyes widen at the title Claire has bestowed upon herself, and you flush with embarrassment as the whine you've been fighting to keep down slips out through your mouth and escapes.

Your boss chuckles.

“Such a sweet thing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, offering to stay so late with me, did you?”

You frown, confused, despite your ever growing arousal.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Claire smiles, but it's a sharp thing that causes gooseflesh to erupt along your arms.

“Please, doll. I've seen the way you look at me. And we both know how aware you are of how… Lonely, I have been.”

Her hand reaches out, and she brushes her knuckles gently against your cheek.

“Say yes.”

Her voice is pitched low, and it makes you shiver.

“Say yes to mommy, and I promise, you'll never have to worry about a thing again.”

Perhaps it should be your sign to leave right now, the possessiveness that practically drips from the governor's tone, but all it does is empty your head of thought.

“Yes.” You breathlessly say. “Yes, I'll help mommy destress.”

“Good girl.” She purrs, and when your lips part to allow a moan to tumble out, Claire gently presses against your tongue with two fingers.

When you stay still, frozen and unsure of what the older woman wants you to do, she furrows her brow and withdraws her fingers.

“Have you ever had sex before, honey?”

Immediately you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shake your head, shame rising in your throat.

“I- I'm a virgin.” You whisper, tripping over your words. “This is my first time…”

You trail off, embarrassed.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Claire coos, her eyes sparking with something that makes you feel a bit like her prey. “Budge over.” She says.

Mindlessly, you obey, scooting all the way down, and Claire settles back against the arm of the couch, and she lazily smiles at you as she slowly, tantalizingly spreads her legs.

You had no idea a suit skirt could stretch so much.

You had no idea how well it could hide the fact that Claire wasn't wearing any underwear either.

“Teach me how to make you feel good.” You're flooded by a sudden need to please this woman spread out before you, a sudden desire to watch her come undone because of you. “Show me how to touch you.” You beg. “Please.”

Claire chuckles deeply.

“You're going to be so perfect for me, baby.” She husks out, and you can feel how your pussy pulses, leaking wetness against the material of your underwear.

Unlike Claire, you're wearing a pair.

A niggling feeling of regret bothers you.

You wish you were easily accessible for your boss.

You want her to ruin you.

“Come here, honey.” Claire beckons you with a single finger, and you're obedient, crawling until you hover over her.

She reaches her hands up, and oh so gently cups your face with her hands, guiding your head downwards until your lips are just millimeters apart.

One of her thumbs softly brushes over your cheek, moving back and forth in a soothing sweeping motion, and her silvery-blue eyes gaze deep into your own.

The moment stretches, and you grow impatient of waiting, and despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you close the miniscule gap between your lips and hers.

They're so fucking soft.

Claire isn't your first kiss by any means, but you deeply wish it were.

You're moaning into her mouth like you're a slut, and when Claire enters your own with her tongue, it's all you can do to keep yourself from falling atop of her as your limbs go weak.

Languidly, you make out with your boss, and as you do so, one of her knees makes its way between the apex of your thighs.

When you instinctively buck into the touch, Claire pulls away, and breathlessly laughs at you.

“Remember, doll. This is about mommy, not about you.”

Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen.

You whimper, and bite your lip.

Her expression softens, and she reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.

“Didn't mommy say that as long as you're with me, I'll see to all your needs? Make me feel good, and I promise, you'll get a reward, sweet thing.”

You drop your head against her shoulder, and the whine that escapes you causes Claire to reach up and stroke at your hair.

“Let me show you how to touch mommy, baby. Let me show you how she likes to be pleasured.”

It's not fair, you think. No one woman should have the right to say things like that in such a husky sounding voice.

Your pussy throbs.

You lift your head up, and shift your weight, settling back so that you're straddling Claire.

“Please mommy, teach me.” You beg, and the older woman groans at the plain desperation that drips from your tone. “Teach me how to make you scream for your baby.”

At the word ‘scream’, Claire's eyes light up, something that simultaneously sends a shiver of fear through your body, but also a shiver of anticipation.

“You want to make mommy scream, doll? Get off, and I'll show you how.”

Gracelessly you tumble off of Claire and onto the floor, and she shakes her head as she laughs.

“You’re adorable, sweetheart.”

She stands, and as she walks back to her desk, she strips, carelessly leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor.

As she settles back into her leather seat, she spreads her legs wide in a clear order.

Her gaze feels intense as she watches you wobble over to her, before you collapse, dropping to your knees, your legs unable to continue to support your weight.

Your head spins as the scent of Claire’s arousal overwhelms you, and you look up at your boss with wide, pleading eyes.

She chuckles, and her hand comes down to pet your hair, before they tangle and tug at you.

“M-mommy!” You protest. “I still don't know what to do!”

Claire groans, but she doesn't stop guiding you forward.

“You're smart, doll. I'm sure you can figure it out.”

You whimper, but don't protest further, and then the older woman's cunt is directly in your face, and you're powerless as you stick your tongue out hesitantly.

You give her a taste test.

The wetness that is slowly dripping from Claire is a bit salty, but mostly, it just tastes musky.

It isn't bad.

It's just… New.

You give Claire’s pussy a few more tiny little licks, trying to acclimate to her taste, and she tightens her hold on your hair.

“I thought you wanted to make mommy scream.” She bites out, yanking you flush against her pulsing center. “So do it. Mommy needs to relax, and you're going to help.”

Helplessly, you do as Claire commands, and you start lapping at her earnestly.

When she lets out an unrestrained moan above you, you can't help but moan in return, and Claire gasps.

She yanks your head back, her chest heaving slightly, pupils blown wide.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises, baby.” She breathlessly says.

You feel heat rushing to your face, and Claire's free hand grips your chin when you try to look away.

“Neither did I.” You whisper, ashamed.

Claire tsks.

“None of that now, honey, mommy wants to hear you again. Moan for me.”

Your mouth drops open, and your mind goes blank as you try to process your boss’s demand.

Her grip tightens.

“I said moan for me, bitch.”

It tumbles involuntarily from your mouth, loud and uncontrolled, and Claire's grip on your chin turns painfully.

“Does that turn you on? For mommy to degrade you like the little fucking slut you are?”

The noise you make in response causes Claire’s eyes to glint as she smirks.

“Who knew beneath all that innocence was a whore.” She coos, before jerking your head forward in a clear demand.

You eat her out for what feels like ages, the taste of Claire filling your senses, and you grow progressively lightheaded.

You find your thoughts slipping away as you become utterly focused on not letting one drop of your boss’s wetness to escape your tongue, and you find your hands keeping her legs spread apart as you become more eager in your ministrations.

You feel drunk as Claire begins to make higher and higher pitched noises until finally, she goes so high, it's a shrill thing that your ears can barely withstand, and there's a wetness soaking your face that isn't from how vigorously you had been pleasuring her.

She hasn't told you to stop, though, and you find yourself not wanting to regardless, so you continue to lap at her until she harshly jerks your head away.

“Enough.” She pants, eyes closed, chest heaving. “Enough.”

Your head spins, and you feel dizzy as you stare, memorized by the woman above you.

You open your mouth, aware there's something you want to ask, but you can't seem to conjure enough words in your mind to even speak them aloud.

Silvery-blue eyes open, and the most self satisfied smirk you have ever seen curls at the edges of Claire’s lips.

“How precious.” She murmurs, before sticking her heeled foot out.

You hadn't noticed that despite shedding her clothes, the older woman had kept her shoewear on.

“Why don't you make yourself feel good, and put on a pretty show for mommy, hm?”

You slowly close your mouth, becoming aware it's been hanging open, and give your boss a confused look.

Claire sighs.

“That's right, you really don't have any experience. Could have fooled me, with how well you've made me cum, doll.”

You flush, uncertain if it's from the praise or from the degradation.

You watch as Claire carefully stands, and you're startled when she hisses, her left leg buckling from how loose and relaxed her muscles have become.

“Strip.” Claire orders, her knuckles white from how hard she's clutching at her desk. “And then lay back on the couch.”

You scramble, tugging your shirt off as you simultaneously attempt to undo the button of your pants, and you wind up tripping, falling to the floor.

Claire's laughter causes your face to heat up.

“Looks like my baby needs my help, hm?” She giggles, toeing off her heels so that she can walk properly.

You whine, and can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with embarrassment.

“Aw, sweetheart.” Claire pouts. “Mommy thinks you're cute for being so eager. No need to be so sad over it.”

You whine again, but slowly force yourself to sit up.

“Mommy.” You whimper. “Jus’ wanted to feel good.”

The older woman’s amused expression visibly softens, and warm hands reach for you.

You stand with Claire's help, and she almost reverently helps you undress, gently kissing each newly revealed piece of skin.

“Look at this beautiful body, honey. Just so perfect for me.”

Unable to bear the compliment, you choose instead to bury your head against the upper part of Claire's chest.

She coos, and runs her fingers through your hair.

“Oh, sweet thing. Is my baby feeling shy?”

You nod against her, noticing the soft smell of vanilla.

You've never noticed it before.

You had thought it was maybe the air refresher in Claire's office, but no.

It's her.

Your head spins.

And you're so wet.

Claire's laugh rumbles against you, and she easily guides you towards the couch.

You only grow steadily redder as she pulls your legs apart, kissing her way up from one ankle, and then kisses her way back down the other, over and over until you're squirming with your need.

“Mommy, please!” You cry.

Claire groans, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before she pulls you close, hooking your legs over her shoulders.

When she noses at your clit, your hands find her hair, and she tsks.

“No, doll. I won't reward you if you pull at my hair.”

Reluctantly, you release your grip, and bury your fingers against the cushion of the couch instead.

“Good girl.” Claire praises, and you moan softly in response.

When her tongue presses against you, you shudder at the new sensation.

It's wet and warm and slightly rough, and–

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out. “Fuck, mommy!”

Claire's hands harshly grip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper, but she continues to lavish her tongue over your clit, and you begin to squirm in earnest.

You've masterbated plenty of times, and have a few toys in your bedside drawer, but that is nothing compared to the older woman’s touch.

Within a few minutes, you're already near orgasm, and you chase the release, fighting the urge to bring your hands back up to tangle into Claire's hair.

And then right when you're about to reach that high, the moment before the waves of pleasure can overwhelm you, she pulls away, and you loudly sob.

“No, please.” You gasp.

Claire smirks, and you whimper at how lustful her gaze is, at how your wetness glistens on the bottom half of her face.

“You want to cum, baby?” She mocks you, pouting. “You want mommy to let you feel good? Then beg for it. I need to hear my cute little doll ask for permission first.”

You whimper.

“Please, mommy.” You can feel tears start to gather with how badly you want this. “Please let your baby cum, I wanna cum for you, I wanna feel good, please, please, please!”

“Hm…” Claire hums.

“Please.” The tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I wanna to cum, mommy. I want you to make me cum, please.”

You let out a sob of desperation when a single digit finds your swollen clit, and lightly begins to circle it.

“Please.” You whisper, your voice getting caught in your throat.

For a moment, you think your boss is going to deny you, and you open your mouth to continue to beg, when instead you gasp, two of Claire’s fingers suddenly stretching you open.

You let out a high pitch noise when she curls the digits, pleasure burning through you, and you buck your hips.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” You chant, unable to form any other thought, let alone words.

“Cum for me, princess.” Claire softly orders, and as if your body was designed to obey her every desire, you convulse, a scream tearing it's way from your throat as she continues to finger fuck you, the gushing wetness weeping from your pussy causing a squelching noise, and you writhe as you ride the high.

“Fuck, baby.” Claire groans. “I want you to come for me again.”

You squirm desperately, the aftershocks still pulsing through you, but Claire is stronger than your now limp body, and she thumbs at your clit, sending electric waves up your spine, causing your back to arch painfully.

“FUCK!” You cry out, unable to control your volume, and you can barely hear Claire's responding moan over the static in your ears as a new wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

You're gasping for air with how it steals your breath away, and when Claire collapses on top of you, you gladly welcome it, despite how it further suffocates your lungs of oxygen.

She smells so good. You think as you start to come back to your senses.

The scent of vanilla is still prominent, but it's now mixed with the smell of Claire’s sweat.

Somehow, it's more appealing.

The smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air, and you throb as your body unfairly grows more aroused again.

“Mommy.” You whisper.

Claire groans, burying her head further against your neck.

“You smell so good, princess.” She says. “And you look so beautiful when I fuck your brains out.”

A whimper catches in the back of your throat.

Claire finally moves, shifting until she's sitting upright, and you don't think she's ever looked as enthralling as does now.

Her cheeks are flushed, and you can clearly see faint freckles that are usually hidden under a layer of makeup that Claire must have sweated off, and her hair has gone from stick straight to gentle waves, a halo of frizz framing her face.

You lose yourself in her eyes, at how she smiles so tenderly as she helps you up and to the private attached bathroom in her office.

“Let's get cleaned up, doll.” She says, and you grin goofily at her.

Your head is still spinning.

She giggles, a light sound that makes you join in once a light snort causes her to double over.

“You're so cute.” She smiles, and you obediently spread your legs when she taps your thigh.

She gently runs the wash cloth in her hand over the sticky residue of your arousal, and you flinch every time she passes over your clit.

“You’re still so sensitive.” She breathes out. “Did mommy not satisfy you, doll? Do you want mommy to keep going until it hurts for me to?”

“I- ah!” You cry out when Claire firmly swipes the cloth over your swollen bud. “I just want to be good.”

Claire peers up at you, and you hold your breath as she weighs your words.

“Next time then, maybe.” She decides, and you aren't sure if your shoulders slump with relief or disappointment.

She finishes cleaning you up, before moving on to herself, telling you to wait as she does so.

You watch as her back muscles move with her motions, and you can't resist the urge to kiss them, to nip at them.

Who knew the governor would have such fairly well defined muscles?

“Baby.” Claire warns.

“Mmm… Mommy.” You reply, before darting the tip of your tongue out against her warm skin.

“Baby, if you want to go home, you'll stop.”

“But you're so pretty. I can't help it.”

Claire turns around, shaking her head.

“You're adorable, honey. Come on, let's get dressed so we can head home.”

Claire has to help you into your shirt and pants, and you don't notice when she pockets your underwear instead of giving it back to you when she spots it under the couch.

Before you leave, your boss insists on watching you drink a glass of water, predicting you'll be too tired to do so once she drops you off at home, expressing how important it is to her that you take care of yourself.

By the time you get to her car, you're stumbling with exhaustion, beginning to crash as the endorphin high wears off.

You can't keep your eyes open once she starts driving, and when you let out a huge yawn, Claire glances at you.

“Go to sleep, baby.” She soothingly says. “I'll wake you up when we get home.”

You're used to listening when she asks you of something, and so you don't think twice as you finally allow your eyes to stay close, and you drift off, Claire's warm hand on your thigh.

#sky's inbox #sky's stolen ask games #sky writes #sky's anons #sky answers #sky replies #sky's fics #c: claire #claire debella #claire debella x reader #again I am so so sorry this took so long!#also I'm lazy af and refuse to reread this before hitting post so please ignore any errors -- I'll probably go back and fix them #once I have the energy to reread this for the billionth time #also also I might've forgotten Claire was supposed to be a power bottom whoops

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 10 months ago

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Part 19

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Part 18 🟣 Part 20

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. P-in-v sex, angst, ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood. Angst. And some angst.

Word count: 2750

A/N: So the grumpy vampire finally gets fucked. I hope you're all happy! (God knows I am...)

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“I, eh…” Mike appeared in the doorway of your room, scratching his neck. “I need to feed.”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your book and gesturing at the floor next to your bed. He sat down, and you offered him your arm.

For the past weeks, Mike had been feeding exclusively from your wrist, and the tension between you these days was enough to clear the room when the others were home. They literally couldn’t stand to be around you. August had even confessed to occasionally having to sleep elsewhere, which tore you up more than you were willing to admit out loud.

Of course, as usual, you didn’t have to admit it out loud, which was more inconvenient now than it had ever been before.

“This was the last time,” Mike mumbled when he was done.

“What do you mean?” The way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you felt a little queasy.

“I’m going back to the Bank,” he said quietly.

What? No! “Mike…”

“It’s alright, Sw—” He didn’t finish the word, just like he hadn’t finished it all the other times over the past few weeks when he’d wanted to use your old nickname. Every unfinished, broken ‘Sweetcheeks’ felt like a new scar on your heart.

“No, Mike, it’s not alright! I—” And just as he hadn’t been able to call you Sweetcheeks, you hadn’t been able to tell him that you loved him.

Without another word, and before you could stop him, he left your room. Not much later, you heard the front door fall shut, and you instinctively knew that it was him.

He’d be back — he was keeping his promise not to run away again — but he’d be in his own room, and you’d be in yours. Even during the day, you hardly spoke to each other, and you felt like a stranger in the apartment, even though nothing had changed between you and the other guys.

“Marshall?” you whispered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. It was something you’d become quite good at over the past months.

“Yes, love?” He kneeled next to the bed and put a hand on your arm.

“I can’t take it anymore,” you said, a sob breaking your voice as tears welled up in your eyes. “I miss him so much, but it’s like I… I don’t feel the way about him that I did before, but I don’t know what I do feel, and…”

“Have you tried asking August?” Marshall replied.

Of course. How had you not thought of that?

“Tried asking me what, exactly?” August appeared in the doorway and walked towards the bed. Always bolder than Marshall, he took the liberty of getting in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Asking you how I feel about Mike,” you said with a chuckle that was still half-sob.

“Ah,” August replied, a hint of a smile in his voice, “you don’t feel the way about him that you did before…”

“Jackass,” Marshall said before you could.

“Easy,” August laughed. “I know you don’t have the same connection with him right now that you did before, or even the kind you have with us, and it’s throwing you off, because you miss it. But there’s still that… crush, if you will. I can guarantee you’re as in love with him as you were before.”

“I really hoped that would help,” you sighed when August finished, and you reached for Marshall’s sweater, pulling him in. “Get in here, you. I’m sad.”

You’d never been sure heaven existed, but if it did, you were sure it would feel a lot like being sandwiched between August and Walter. Four strong arms were wrapped around you, and neither of them seemed to mind when you put your freezing feet on their warm legs. Mike had never complained about that either, so maybe it was a vampire thing to not be bothered by the cold?

“It is,” Marshall whispered in your ear, “we barely even notice it.”

“What? That her feet are made of ice?” August snorted. “I’d say we notice; it just doesn’t bother us. The rest of you is a lot warmer.”

Your conversation was rudely interrupted by a phone buzzing, and August boldly retrieving it from his pocket, pinching your butt in the process.

“Sorry, princess, couldn’t help myself,” he said before kissing your cheek and disappearing from the room.

You buried your face in Marshall’s sweater and tried to move even closer to him, but that didn’t seem humanly possible. It made him chuckle, though, and he tightened his arms for a moment.

“Will you stay here?” you asked. Your voice was soft, and you couldn’t seem to look into his eyes.

“Absolutely,” he said, chuckling softly as you snuggled into his chest, slipping one hand into his sweater to play with the hair on his stomach. He put a hand over yours when you stopped. “Keep doing that, please, it’s nice.”

His words made you giggle. “Really?”

He hummed softly. “Yeah. Feels good, I don’t know why.”

“You know, I could touch more of you?” Where did that come from? An hour ago, you’d been crying because of Mike, and now… That being said, the new tension with Mike had done a fantastic job at masking the tension there still was between you and Marshall — because you still hadn’t slept with him, and you were still hoping that would happen sooner rather than later — but that didn’t mean that tension had been gone, or had even been any less intense than it had been before.

You’d spent a few nights together — sleeping, unfortunately — and you kissed him every day when he came home from work. And if you were already in bed by the time he got back, he found you to get his kiss anyway. Unless you were too busy screwing August — which had happened once or twice over the past few weeks. That said; you still hadn’t taken it all the way, and it bothered you more now than it had ever before. Why wouldn’t this man sleep with you, dammit?

Your internal tirade was interrupted when you felt Walter’s lips on your neck, teeth scraping gently against your skin — fangs out.

“Hungry?” you asked, but to your surprise, he denied that. “What is it? Tell me, please!”

He chuckled and tried to shrug it off, but you weren’t about to let him. What was he hiding from you? And how bad could it be, if he felt that he had to?

“Alright,” he finally sighed, “if you really want to know… I was wondering what it would feel like to… watch you…” His voice trailed off, and it didn’t look like he was going to finish that thought. Ever.

“Watch me what, Walter?” you asked sternly.

“Bleed,” he finally said, not looking you in the eye.

“Right,” you said, “August mentioned that way back when we were discussing vampire kinks… We haven’t even had sex.”

“I know,” he replied, a chuckle to his voice now that he realized you weren’t going to judge him for this.

“I’m not saying now, I’m just…”

You laughed — keeping the sound as gentle as you could manage, but it still made Marshall glare at you. Suddenly, your hands were pinned to the bed over your head.

“Are you sure you want to keep this up, love?” His eyes were kind, as was his smile, and in his voice you heard that familiar warmth — yet you trembled. He was strong and you were trapped beneath his body with no chance of escape… It was daunting — and it was fantastic.

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your wrists, even though it allowed you to drape your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you could kiss him. His lips moved against yours as gently as his bearded physique allowed, and with a slow swipe of your tongue you begged for entrance.

His hands moved slowly, carefully slipping beneath your sweater, exploring your skin — effortlessly undoing the clasp of your bra…

“Four centuries, love,” he said with a smile. “We’ve handled many a corset — these are nothing.” It took you a moment to realize he was speaking not only for himself, but for August too.

“I was hoping for an explanation along the lines of vampire-dexterity,” you sighed. “Shame.”

“Actually, the extra strength adds a challenge,” Walter mused while impatiently pulling at your sweater to persuade you to take it off — it worked flawlessly. “And your underwear isn’t even particularly flimsy.”

“That sounds like an insult?” you half-asked, half-noted.

“Oh, not at all!” He laughed. “Not as far as I’m concerned, anyway. But I doubt you even have to let August know your size… He’s been planning on getting you something he likes better.”

Well, you sure as hell weren’t going to stop him from doing that…

It was your turn now to impatiently pull at fabric until, in a split second, Walter’s sweater disappeared to God knows where, and you were left with the surprisingly pleasant feeling of coarse hair against your skin. When he moved his hips, you felt him press against you, hard and ready, and your body immediately reacted.

You needed him — a need that was flawlessly mirrored in his eyes.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he said, again with that gentle smile.

“Then don’t wait.” You were all for foreplay, but you were so ready for him and so incredibly impatient… You’d elaborate later; you weren’t exactly running out of time together, right?

All remaining clothes disappeared. You’d say ‘miraculously’, but it would be a lie, since you knew exactly what, who and how. Unlike Mike and August, though, Walter took care of protection with normal speed. It was much appreciated.

“It annoys you when they don’t,” Walter said unpromptedly — as unprompted as anything could be when the guy doing the speaking could tap into your thoughts.

“It really does,” you agreed. “So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled softly before kissing you again. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You rolled your eyes at him, biting your tongue to keep yourself from saying something snarky. He didn’t deserve that.

“I’m just checking,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck as he lined himself up with your entrance.

For a moment, you were consumed with the sensation of your heart pounding, your blood rushing through your veins, and the tornado of butterflies in your stomach — not to mention the feeling of coarse hair and soft lips on your heated skin. Then, he pushed into you. It was slow and gentle, and…

“Fuck, that’s tight.” You couldn’t fight back the chuckle when the thought broke into your own completely uninvited — but nonetheless very, very welcome.

Blue eyes stared at you amusedly. “I caught something involving the word ‘massive’?”

Well, yes. You had to admit that he was not wrong there, and your thoughts had indeed veered that way for a moment when he filled you up.

“Well, you do have a massive dick,” you answered with a sweet smile. It was still strange to not say these words out loud.

“Thought you’d be used to those by now…” Cheeky bastard! You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you looked away, wishing you could kick him out of your brain for a moment.

“How the fuck do you…”

“Your fantasies are loud, love.” He punctuated the thought with a harsh thrust, knocking a moan out of you. “So are Mike and August, by the way. One more rerun of one of your escapades and I was definitely going to go insane…”

“Not…” You realized it wasn’t an appropriate question, but he was all over your thoughts. “Not Sherlock? Ever? He doesn’t think about me?”

“I really think you should talk to him, love. But I promise he thinks about you all the time.” He kissed you softly, then deepened the kiss — but since you had no need for your voice in this conversation, he simply continued: “And so do I, especially now that I know what this perfect pussy feels like.”

He rolled his hips, pushing himself deeper into you, and you whined as your brain waged war against itself trying to determine whether you wanted him to go harder or keep doing exactly what he was doing.

“I never thought he’d be so gentle.” The thought crossed your mind before you could stop it, and for a moment you felt embarrassed about it — until you remembered that you didn’t have to hide from him. He was yours. You were his.

“You are. And I am. Every part of me, yours forever.” His eyes were kind, as was the smile on his lips, and his movements stayed gentle even when he picked up the pace a little bit. Apart from the moans that escaped both of you in your unguarded moments, you were silent, not speaking a single word while you made love.

It was the first time — with one of your vampires, but possibly ever — that you’d gone about things this way. Even your very first time with Mike had been more of a loud, enthusiastic kink-fest than the slow and gentle session you were a part of now. Not to mention August, who probably wouldn’t do vanilla even if his life depended on it. This was sensual and lovely. This was something completely different than the second episode of Feral Walter you’d hoped to come across in bed some day sooner rather than later. This was also the kind of tempo vampire-stamina could keep up practically indefinitely.

“Technically, yes.” Sometimes you hated being right. “But I see you don’t have any firsthand experience yet with our significantly reduced cooldown time?”

He lifted you effortlessly and maneuvered you into his lap, never taking his cock out of you for so much as a moment.

“So, when you’re with another vampire,” you wondered, “how do you ever stop?”

“We have jobs,” he responded plainly, and you rolled your eyes.

“What if you have like… a vacation? Bank holiday? Just… No reason to get out of bed the next morning?”

“Last time, August just knocked on the door and told us it had been six days,” he remembered fondly, and slivers of a memory that definitely wasn’t yours flashed in your brain, “that did the trick.”

“Wow! You get pictures, too?” The experience was enough to get you to speak out loud, disturbing a little of the peace you’d come to cherish in the short time that had passed.

“You saw something?” He whispered the question, peppering your neck and throat with small kisses in between the words before sealing his lips over yours, engulfing your senses completely with the searing hot kiss. His tongue pushed impatiently past your lips, tangling with yours. Rough hands trailed over your back, fingers gently tracing your spine, making you shiver.

Walter chuckled. “I love it when you squeeze me like that.”

You struggled to break the kiss, but he eventually allowed you to retreat. “Just a flash.”

“You’re really good with this gift of mine.” He moved his lips back to meet yours, pulling you tighter against his chest.

“Wanna know what else I’m really good at?” you asked coyly while putting your hands on Walter’s shoulders and pushing him back onto the mattress.

“I think I’m open to you showing me,” he replied, a grin slowly spreading out over his face.

“Incredible,” he sighed when you finally collapsed next to him when your thighs gave out. You’d been riding him for God knows how long, and in that time, you’d cum twice on his cock, and he had seemed to have come no closer to finishing at all.

“Was it?” you sneered, leaving him to look surprise, until he caught onto the train of thought that took you from ‘he didn’t finish’ to ‘August and Mike do’ to ‘he must have not liked it’.

“Love, I’m fairly sure even you have at some point referred to Mike as a hedonistic little fuck, and August feels everything twice.” He sighed, giving you a very annoying, meaningful look.

“What do I have to do to finish you of?” you asked.

“I’ll happily pound you through the mattress sometime soon,” he answered with a smile as he pulled you into his chest. “Oh, and a good blowjob will do the trick.”

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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One Step...

A follow-up to Just Passing By... and part of the From Here to There arc of their story.

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias x Casey (Eventual) Rating: Teen Words: 2,500 (fic and brief HC following) Summary: It's a month after the chemical attack at Edenbrook; Casey is struggling and not ready to face the world. She only leaves her apartment for therapy, and her recently reunited friend, Tobias, has been playing chauffeur. But today, he wants to see if she's willing to take a little step back to being her old self.

From Here to There Arc: It's a month after the chemical attack, and Casey's still not ready to face the world. She'll only leave home for therapy with her recently reunited friend, Tobias, playing chauffeur. But today, he wants to see if she's willing to take a little step back to being her old self.

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Casey shivered as she waited on the busy street corner, donning an adorable pink cable knit sweater and matching cap; she looked as lovely as could be. Unfortunately, adorable wasn't the quality needed to fight the cold on this frigid New England day. Her roommates knew that when she left earlier that morning, but they remained silent. They never knew what might make her bite their heads off these days, and, more importantly, they were elated to see her concerned with what she was wearing, something she hadn’t done since that dreadful day a month before.

Tobias had told her to wait inside; he was a couple blocks away, but that could still take some time in city traffic. But surviving a violent attack had done nothing to quell Casey’s stubbornness. It was cold enough that she might have listened, but then – it happened. That magical moment she eagerly waited for every winter - when the grey Boston sky opened and the season’s first snowflakes would fall. Without thought, she rushed to the door.

This could be it! She thought. This could be the moment she’d been hoping for. The moment when she’d feel... something. Something other than the wretched cycle of emptiness and pain that had marked her existence since... maybe this would be it...

But as she stepped out to the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on the sky, she waited... and waited until her face fell toward the ground with disappointment. She had to surrender to the fact that the only thing she was feeling right now was cold. She slipped her hands under her sleeves and bounced on her toes to keep warm. Repeating the words her therapist told her over and over again: “It's a dark time, but it won’t last forever. One day, you’ll look back and marvel at how strong you were.”

It made sense. It sounded like something she would have told a friend or a patient in the past, but no matter how many times she repeated it, she couldn’t will herself to believe it was true. Just when the ever-lurking shadows were about to pull her into their grip, the loud honk of a horn from an approaching car jarred her from her thoughts, and she felt something a little different - relief.

Tobias shook his head with a chortle as she rushed to open the passenger door. He learned much about Casey in the past few weeks, probably more than he had the entire time they were dating.... and the woman was a simply fascinating contradiction. He knew that as much as she loved the snow, she hated the cold. Yet, she didn't hate it enough to dress appropriately in it and he could see her shiver as she ran. Jumping into the warm car, the cold radiated off her body.

"Oh, thank God!" She said through chattering teeth. "I mean... thank you! Another moment, and I know hypothermia would have set in."

"Hypothermia," he teased. "MacTavish, what kind of doctor are you? It would take a little more than this for hypothermia."

"I know," she half-smiled, and even if it was only half, it warmed his heart. "You should know I’m prone to hyperbole.”

His eyes crinkled as he put the car in drive. “I’ll file that information away."

He never knew what state of mind Casey would be in when she left therapy; she was often sullen, fragile, a shadow of her former self. And while she was far from the confident, effervescent woman he had known in the past today, he could sense an aura of contentment surrounding her. It was only then he realized how heavy the weight on his chest had become, and he was elated to feel it lift.

The conversation was minimal, but neither minded. They had grown comfortable with it. But as they drove closer to her neighborhood, he could feel a shift in her mood. He’d normally make small talk, perhaps crack a bad joke, but his gut told him to try something else; today, he chose to be direct.

“How is therapy going? Are you happy with Dr. Stevens?”

Casey’s head flung in his direction. She had been keeping things pretty close to the vest these days and was inclined to offer her standard reply of ‘It’s fine.’ But the man was kind enough to chauffeur her to her appointments, so she felt it was a fair ask.

“Uhm, yeah. I like her, but... this isn’t easy.”

“I never assumed it would be,” he assured. “But you’re doing it. I’m proud of you; you’re doing the work, and it will all be worth it in the end.”

“I hope so,” she faltered, then turned back toward the window to watch the flurries fall.

“Almost home,” Tobias noted. “Do you need to get anything before I drop you off?”

“No,” she said sadly. “I’m good. I just... I don’t want to go home.”

“Oh?” He glanced at the time on his dashboard, he had plenty of time before his next shift. “Do you... do you want to stay out?”

She turned to him, her face marred with distress. “No. I hate being out,” she insisted. “My anxiety goes through the goddamn roof every time I leave the front door. I spend the whole time anxious to get home... then I get home...and...” her voice trailed.

“Are... are things OK?” he asked. “I hope this isn’t too forward, but... when we were dating... you and your roommates seemed super tight. I was kind of surprised I ended up being the one to take you to your appointments. Not that I mind,” he quickly corrected. “I’m happy to do it... trust me, it’s just that...”

“Tobias,” Casey interrupted, amused by his stumbling. “It’s OK.”

She let out a sigh and fell back into her seat. “I love them,” she began. “They're more than friends; they’re family. So I feel like a shitty human being because I find it so hard to be around them right now. I know they’re worried about me, but they can be so overprotective that it makes me feel broken beyond repair. And sometimes... I can just see it in their eyes, you know?”

“No, I don’t. What do you see?”

“How disappointed they are that I’m not the person I once was... that they're afraid she's never coming back... and maybe they won't like the new me." Casey lowered her head, unable to admit these were her greatest fears as well.

She waited for the lecture. The lecture about how they only hovered because they loved her, that she was still the same person, and everything would be OK. That’s what her well-meaning parents said about it. She knew they only wanted to make her feel better, but in the end, she felt worse. But to her surprise, the lecture never came.

“You’re not a shitty person, Casey. Not at all. But have you told your friends how you feel?”

“No, I haven’t. I usually just snap at them or go to my room. Avoidance has been my go-to.”

“And how is that working out for you?”

“Not... not well. But I can’t talk about it yet. I can’t cope with much right now. It may sound stupid, but even the thought of that conversation feels too overwhelming for me.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid at all,” he insisted. “You’ll do it when the time is right. Until then, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I don’t think the time will ever come,” she replied so quietly he almost didn't hear.

“It will. I have faith that it will.”

“Really?” she said with a smirk. “Well, that makes one of us.”

“You’ll get there,” he insisted. “Hey, can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure...”

“Why don’t we get a bite to eat before you go back home. It might be good for you to have a change of scenery. I know a nice little diner over on Washington. Great pancakes... great burgers, too. You can get whatever you want. My treat.”

Casey shot him a smug look. “If this is your way of trying to say we went on a date, Carrick....”

“Seriously, Case? You’ve never grabbed a bite to eat with a friend before?”

“I’m just joking,” she insisted. “And a good, juicy burger sounds sooo good, but... I don’t know. I haven’t been away from home since the attack except for therapy, and I... I....”

“And you...” he pushed.

“I’m... scared.”

“All right. Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

“Of something else horrible happening out of nowhere. Of... people. They may recognize me from the news coverage. They’ll end up staring at me like I’m some sort of animal on display, or worse... they’ll blame me.”

“Blame you? For what?”

“For two people being dead....”

Hearing the quiver in her voice, Tobias pulled over into an illegal spot and put the car in park.

“Casey, you are not responsible for Danny and Bobby's deaths.”

“It’s hard for me to believe that. If I had handled things better...”

“No one is prepared for that type of a situation... even if we think we are... when it happens, it's impossible to know how we'll react. You did what you thought was best in the moment. You’re not responsible, Casey... No one is except for the son of a bitch that did it.”

“You wouldn’t understand."

"I do understand because there are still days where I have to fight not to blame myself.”

“You?” she sputtered. “How on earth would you be responsible?”

Tobias's eyes shut as he inhaled deeply, releasing his breath at a painfully slow pace before speaking again.

“The night of the attack... I was running on pure adrenaline. Fight or flight, all the way... I just did what had to be done...”

“I know,” she smiled softly. “My friends say you were amazing.”

“Yeah, well... I wasn’t amazing the next day. Back home, alone, the gravity of what happened and what could have happened hit me. Case, I fell the fuck apart. Two people were gone, and three more were on the brink. We nearly lost you, Casey... you.”

“But I’m still here. Me, Raf ... we’re here, in large part, because of you.”

“Does that matter if none of you would have been in that position if it weren’t for me?”

“What... what are you talking about?”

“Travis wanted to kill Ferrugia, and Ferrugia was only your patient because of me. You wouldn't have been in danger if he had been back at Mass Kenmore. If I hadn’t been an ass and stolen Stephanie from you, then you wouldn’t have stolen Ferrugia from me, and this entire train would never have been put in motion.”

“Tobias! No! It’s ridiculous to think it was your fault. There was no way in hell you could have thought any of that would lead to this.”

“Oh, I know that. I know that now.” He replied confidently.

“All right, so you fell apart, but a month later... you know that?”

“Yep.” He smiled. “Because therapy is a good thing.”

“You’re in therapy?” Casey asked, eyes wide. “Since the attack?”

“Since before the attack. But, it’s sure helped me a lot since.”

“Wow,” Casey chuckled. “Tobias Carrick... God’s gift to all humanity... in therapy.”

“You know, here I am being nice,” he smirked. “You really know how to make a man feel good, kid.”

Casey burst into laughter – genuine laughter- and Tobias couldn’t contain his grin. After Casey regained her composure, she attempted to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I just... the man I met... I could never see him going to therapy.”

“What did I tell you the other day? I’m not the man you met. You’re not the woman I met. Things happen... people change... and that's not always a bad thing.”

“Well,” she smiled tenderly. “I’m glad it helped you... because you don’t deserve to carry that burden."

“And neither do you,” he smiled, and with those words, Casey finally understood they were true. “Now, I believe you’ve left a very important question unanswered. Are we going to the diner? And don’t worry, this is in no way, shape, or form a date.”

“A burger does sound good.”

“Trust Mike's makes the best!"

“If I’m still hungry after... can I get ice cream, too?”

“I think I can manage to spring for that.”

Tobias was about to put the car back in drive when Casey reached over to stop him.

“But....” she started.

“But?”

“If it’s too much. If I get too nervous... we leave, no questions asked? No judgment?”

“We can do that,” he nodded. “We can even come up with a diner safeword if you want.”

For the second time that day - and the second time since the attack - Casey burst out laughing.

“I love that idea!”

“OK,” he chuckled. “So what’s your diner safeword going to be?”

“Uhm... how is pumpkin pie.”

“Pumpkin pie,” he winced. “What the hell kind of safe word is pumpkin pie?”

“Hey! A safe word can be whatever you want!”

“It can... but the problem is... we’re going to a diner. How do I differentiate if you want to leave from you want a slice of pumpkin pie?”

“Oh... and I do love pumpkin pie... that’s a definite possibility!”

“So... you see my dilemma.”

“OK, OK...," she blurted. "How about... Smokey.”

“Smokey?” He asked.

“You know... like Smokey Robinson.”

“Smokey Robinson?” Tobias asked, duly impressed. “You a fan?”

“Huge. My dad raised me on Motown."

“Impressive... damn, if you’re a Motown fan, I’ll pay for ice cream and the pumpkin pie...”

“I’m going to hold you to that...”

~~~~~

Headcanon of what happens next:

Lunch didn't last very long. Neither wanted to overdo Casey’s first time out.

But she had to admit, that was one of the best burgers she ever had, which did nothing to shrink Carrick’s enormous ego. They enjoyed each other’s company, but it was very much not a date.

She never needed to say, “Smokey,” but it was good to have it there if she needed to.

Pumpkin pie was said, though it was said by Tobias. After her burger and ice cream, Casey couldn’t eat another bite, so he ordered a whole pie to go so she could share it with the roomies.

On the ride back to her place, they agreed to have lunch after her next appointment in four days.

This led to their once-a-week date—that was not a date. Tobias would pick her up on his day off, take her to do whatever she wanted to do and bring her back home. Some days, she could do it; some days, and some days, she had to let "Smokey" sing, but it slowly became easier for her to be herself again.

Her friends were skeptical at first. Sure, Tobias helped save her, but he had quite a rep, and does a leopard change its spots? Besides, he had already hurt Casey once.

But they couldn’t deny he seemed good for her, and as their “not-date-dates” progressed, they were seeing the Casey they knew again, so they weren’t about to discourage them.

But, every single one of them gave Tobias a stern talking to threatened him within an inch of his life... and that segment is coming up next. 😊

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nightmarevore · 2 years ago

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I Get A Craving and I Wake Up For You

Size on The Side Verse, Info Here.

Rowan and Luke, Pred / Prey vore dynamic, Original Characters. Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies, Luke belongs to me. (Character refs)

Rowan and Luke think about the time they did a vore for the first time. (Part One!)

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Word count: 5,454

Contains: Soft safe vore, mentions of same size vore, g/t vore, g/t cuddling, fearplay, unwilling to willing prey, fugue state pred, guilty pred, one somewhat eager prey, extreme cuddling. endosoma.

Things had been very different in the apartment since Luke and Rowan had been on that hiking trip. Rowan had said that he didn’t want to mention it again, and Luke almost felt bad trying to not bring it up again. Your roommate revealed that he was a predator and needed to eat people in order to survive, and then after eating you, told you to keep quiet about it and to never bring it up again? That was absolutely ridiculous. Not to mention, the two of them had ended up being more lost than they expected. Rowan had traveled around that hiking path with Luke inside of his stomach for practically a whole day.

When Rowan got home and let Luke out, he told Luke they could forget about it, and then Rowan left to lock himself in his room…

What the fuck was that? There was NO way that Luke could even BEGIN to forget about that. From the time he spent inside Rowan’s stomach, to the time they spent actually TALKING to each other like that, it was… kind of nice, if he had to have an opinion on it. Luke had spent weeks trying to force his weird, grumpy roommate to open up to him, and when he did, it was because of some weird, obscure biology thing that Luke had only heard about vaguely.

Since then, Rowan locked himself in his room, only coming out to grab something from the kitchen, to work, or to go to the gym. He seemingly was avoiding Luke now more than ever. How very, very annoying.

It didn’t help that Luke found it so relaxing while he sat in Rowan’s stomach. Despite the situation of being stranded on a hiking trail with no sense of direction, Luke was locked away in Rowan’s stomach. The organ was soft, warm, and he had been so close to Rowan that he was quite literally INSIDE of him.

It did nothing to subside the aggressive, possibly one-sided crush that he had on his predator of a roommate.

Now, when he found his mind straying towards his feelings for Rowan, his mind showed him images of Rowan’s open maw as he stared straight down his throat. The image of Rowan’s mouth enveloping his head and aggressively swallowing him down out of sheer desperation. When it happened, it felt like time had stopped. The moment Luke agreed, Rowan was already attempting to swallow him down, yet all Luke saw when he closed his eyes these days was Rowan’s sharp, white teeth. The back of Rowan’s throat. Saliva that fell from his lips as the predator realized he was about to have a meal.

Oh, my God, Luke! Shut up!

The size-shifter slapped his own face as he realized just what he was thinking about. His face was hot, and he was incredibly flustered. If he wasn’t lying in his own bed, he’d be embarrassed and hoping that Rowan was nowhere to be seen.

No, in this case, Luke was wide awake in the middle of the night, his brain trailing off back towards Rowan’s fascinating “condition” as he called it. Why did he think of it so negatively?

Luke recalled saying nothing but positive things and reassuring Rowan that it was fine if he had to do it, so why? And why was Luke so obsessed with being eaten again? It was his first experience ever being eaten by anyone, and it being by Rowan, no less. Did it have to do with his crush on him? He couldn’t get it out of his head.

He couldn’t get Rowan’s heartbeat and breathing out of his head. The flesh that surrounded him as he rested inside the organ itself…

Luke slapped his face again.

***

Rowan’s stomach growled.

A hand that rested on his stomach balled the fabric of his shirt into a fist out of frustration. Of course he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anyone since the hike with Luke, and regular food hadn’t helped at all, no matter how much he ate. How frustrating was that?! How UNFAIR was that? Rowan didn’t want to rely on eating people, he never did. Yet here he was, wide awake in the middle night, starving and thinking about eating his roommate again.

AGAIN.

Rowan had never wanted to bring up the fact that he was a predator to his roommate. He moved here to start over and never get close to anyone, and yet because of some stupid fuck up, Luke knew his secret, and the predator had never been more embarrassed. After finally getting back onto a normal trail and into Rowan’s car, then finally home, Rowan was okay to accept that this would never be brought up again, and he told Luke to forget about the whole thing.

It might have been a mistake to do so. Rowan found himself thinking about grabbing his roommate and swallowing him down again. Every time they made eye contact, every time Rowan could even SMELL his roommates sweet scent, he found himself wanting to shove him into his mouth. His stomach growled again as he continued to think about it, and the predator even began salivating. His grip tightened, and Rowan rolled over to his side and curled into a ball. The hunger was unbearable.

To eat Luke again. His perfectly freckled face. The size-shifter’s sweet flavor and smell. The way that the man filled his stomach up and had such a nice weight in his belly… The fact that he could easily make out the figure of Luke inside of him. The after taste of Luke’s flavor that remained on his tongue even after the final swallow. Feeling his prey shift, settle, and fill him up from the inside.

If he was being honest with himself, Luke was the best meal he’d ever had.

And now here he was, unable to sleep, and obsessing over the idea of eating his roommate again.

This was so fucking stupid. Nobody was supposed to know about this. He hated the fact that he was a predator. Luke must think he’s some sort of freak. If he was in Luke’s shoes, he would think he was a monster.

If only he could have Luke inside of him again. If only he could feel the sensation of him sliding down his throat and settling in his stomach. Rowan’s hand loosened, and he instead rests his hand on top of his stomach. God, he was so hungry. The best he could do was to just not think about it. If he avoided Luke enough, then maybe this craving would go away?

There was only one way to find out…

Luke hadn’t slept. No, he was awake, and he had no idea how long he had been laying in bed for. When he rolled over and reached for his phone, the time read 12:42 p.m.

Fuck… He really hadn’t noticed the passage of time with the pillow on his head. An attempt to emulate the tightness of Rowan’s stomach around his head. The size-shifter sat up, got out of bed, and walked out of the room towards the shared bathroom the two had. He spent time to quickly get himself cleaned up. Between brushing his teeth to brushing his hair, he was practically all set for the day. He tied his hair up in a bun, not necessarily feeling like dealing with it too much today.

Luke didn’t know if he was going to see Rowan at all today. They only saw each other occasionally; still the same as before. It frustrated him so much. He thought they were going somewhere. It seemed like Rowan opened up to him when he was inside his stomach, so why did he immediately lock himself back up when they got home?

Luke, getting himself worked up about it, letting out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temples. Maybe he should just… Try harder? If he stood in front of Rowan’s door and demanded that he talk to him about what the hell this “condition” is, then maybe they could come to an understanding? Luke walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, then made his way over to the living room.

When he arrived, he was met with the sight of Rowan spread across the couch. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it was a shock to see him out here.

What WAS he doing? Would it be wise to approach him?

Despite his better judgment, Luke made his way over to the couch, slowly looking over the sight he was seeing. Rowan was asleep, laying on his back. His face flushed as he realized that Rowan’s shirt was lifted, exposing his middle.

Oh, god.

( imagine what it must’ve looked like from the outside when he had eaten you? )

Luke’s face fell a deep red. He couldn’t stop staring at his middle as he got even closer to the sofa and the man laying on it. His eyes were practically glued to his skin as he imagined what it must have looked like when Luke had been swallowed down. His mind trailed back to the cramped space inside his stomach. The warmth surrounding him. The groans Rowan’s stomach made as it had him trapped inside comfortably.

Good lord.

Luke walked around to the front of the couch, and he kept his eyes glued to the sleeping man. He wished he could talk to him, but now, he got the chance to admire the man. It wasn’t a bad thing at all. Now, he could take in his features. The scars on his face were clearer now more than ever. He had to wonder, how did Rowan get them?

Luke crouched down to sit on the floor in front of the couch. He let out a soft sigh, green eyes shifting from Rowan’s face to his stomach. He switched between his mouth and his stomach on occasion, thinking about being inside of his mouth, then his throat, then his stomach.

Rowan was a predator. He needed to eat people. Luke was aware that people like this existed. Now, after experiencing it himself, Luke wished it could happen again.

After staring at Rowan’s bare skin for a few more minutes, Luke came to a decision. With a deep breath, he decides to shrink himself down. They had a moment of intimacy in the past. Luke could do anything to have it back.

Once small, Luke adjusted himself and took a deep breath. He began to climb up the side of the couch, digging his fingers into the seams of the fabric. Once at the top, Luke looked back over to Rowan’s face. He was still asleep. Good.

The little man silently made his way over to Rowan’s middle and placed his hands against his skin. He looked back over to the larger man’s face to see if he’d woken up or stirred. He saw no reaction. The man had to let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. Looking back to Rowan’s middle, then to his face, Luke shifts slightly to pull himself on top of the man. He had to crawl over to the center of his stomach slowly to make sure that Rowan wouldn’t feel it and wake up. If he did, Luke would be in for a world of embarrassment.

His skin was soft even now, and it was hard to think that during their hike, it stretched out to fit his full body. Rowan said that he was almost able to make out the position that Luke was curled up in. He said that he could tell where his head was. He really, desperately wanted to know what it looked like from the outside. He had no idea if Rowan would ever indulge him. It was hard to figure out a way to even think about bringing up the idea of being eaten again without setting the predator off. He didn’t want to make him angry.

Now that he was in the center of the man’s middle, the tiny man crossed his legs and watched Rowan’s sleeping face again. Luke had always found Rowan very handsome. They never had a close moment together that wasn’t the hike. It was a shame. Luke’s crush on his roommate led to him wanting to try and get closer and closer with him, but the grumpy man refused to let Luke even try and start a conversation. It was so unfair.

With a small breath, Luke rolls his shoulders and leans forward, letting himself lay down on his own stomach against the larger man’s skin. He turns his head, placing his ear against the other’s belly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Could he hear Rowan’s stomach from the outside? It was loud enough from the inside, but he didn’t know what it would sound like from the outside.

Like this, laying against Rowan’s skin, he found himself finally relaxing. He found himself practically melting into the cushion of Rowan’s belly. His once tense shoulders finally loosened, and he just focused on listening. It didn’t take long for him to hear a quiet, low groan from the predator’s middle. It was quite a shock, and his eyes shot wide open. His face shifted red, and the size-shifter looked up to Rowan’s sleeping face. He was still asleep, and he had to wonder what caused him to want to sleep out here in the first place. Was it because Luke was locked in his room all day that he came out here?

After a moment of watching Rowan’s face, Luke finally settled back down and placed his ear flat against the man’s exposed skin once more. Since he could hear his stomach, maybe he could lay here and pretend he was inside… That would be nice.

Another sound, but this time it was loud, long, and sounded almost hollow. MUCH different than when Luke was inside. It almost sounded like Rowan’s stomach was calling for him… That it desperately wanted him inside of it. It sent a chill down Luke’s back, and he couldn’t help but continue to listen intently. This… This was nice. Finally, Luke let himself close his eyes and felt himself doze off.

Rowan stirred lightly in his sleep, and his nose began to twitch as he smelled the air around him. A familiar scent filled his nostrils, and he knew that smell anywhere. It was what he’d been craving for the past week. It overwhelmed his senses as he focused more on it. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing that there was a soft, subtle weight against his middle. When he lifted his head to look down, green eyes focused on the figure. It was Luke, curled up against his center. Against his stomach…

Luke was tiny against him. How tall was he like this? He knew Luke was a shifter, but they hadn’t had time together for him to really see it.

His mouth began to water. Luke was so close. The weight of him laying on top of him made Rowan want to swallow him down to feel his weight INSIDE of him. If he ate him, the craving would end… If he ate him, he could keep him locked away… If he ate him, his Luke, everything would be okay.

The predator couldn’t help but drool. His meal had presented itself to him, and god he was so fucking hungry. His stomach lets out a long, aggressive groan. It felt like it could’ve echoed throughout the living room.

( Just eat, please God, you’re so hungry. He’s right here, just grab him. )

Absolutely ravenous.

Now fully awake, Rowan’s instincts take over. He needed to eat, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. No more hiding, no more starving himself. He needed this. He NEEDED this. Luke was a free meal, who was Rowan to deny a free meal?

Sitting up, the predator reaches a hand to grab the man who was seemingly sleeping on his middle. His grip was tight, and the only thing on his mind was eating his roommate. He needed this so badly. It would be fine, Luke would be okay. It was only going to be for a while…

( Or maybe you should keep him inside your stomach, that would help with the craving. He should stay there, don’t you think? )

Yes, he should, shouldn’t he…?

The sleepy Luke in his grip looked around, then up to Rowan. His face was red and picked, and though one hand was stuck in his grip, the other rested on the top of the predator’s hand.

“Shoot, I’m… I—I’m sorry, Rowan! Don’t… Don’t get mad at me, okay? I was just… I saw you sleeping out here, and then I couldn’t…” Luke hiccuped. He looked like he was about to cry out of embarrassment. His tiny hand gripped tightly onto Rowan’s larger hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted to…”

Luke’s voice trailed off. He realized how he was about to embarrass himself even further. He didn’t know if he should mention that he wanted to be eaten again.

Rowan’s grip tightened, causing Luke to squeak.

“Rowan, stop that hurts, I said I’m sorry! P-put me down, okay?” Luke’s voice was desperate.

Rowan was scaring him a bit. It was then when he realized that Rowan was drooling, and his teeth started to show a bit. They were sharp… Was he hungry? He almost looked how he did during the hike, but this time, he wasn’t entirely there.

The only thing on Rowan’s mind was how hungry he was, and how perfect Luke looked. He growled lightly, his free hand raising to wipe his mouth.

“Luke, you know, you… have a very nice smell. It’s so nice, it’s delicious.” He began, bringing the shrunken man closer to his face. By this point, it was obvious Rowan wasn’t himself. “I need to eat you so badly, I’m so hungry. You had such a nice flavor before. I need to eat you, I need to eat you…”

Luke’s face was completely red as he was pulled closer to his roommate’s face. As he spoke, he got a clear view of his teeth, and it was shocking, to say the least. He was so close to Rowan’s mouth, and this time, he wasn’t the same size as him. He was tiny and vulnerable in Rowan’s grip, and the predator was talking so desperately.

Earlier today, he thought about how much he wished he could get eaten again, and now here he was, in the man’s grip with his breath on top of him, and he was completely frozen in fear. His mind was practically blank by this point.

Rowan’s grip on Luke loosened, and his other hand picks him up from his hand by the shirt. His fingers pinched Luke’s shirt from the back and lifted him off of his hand. The tiny’s eyes widened, and he began to squirm and thrash around. His legs kicked the air, and he threw his arms and hands against the two giant fingers holding onto him.

“Rowan, you’re scaring me, let me GO!” The shifter yelled out. “What’s gotten into you? What is this?!”

The predator stared at Luke as he lifted him up, closer to his face. With his scent even closer to his face now, Rowan’s lips parted into a sharp, toothy, hungry smile. He continued to drool. His hunger would be sated soon, he was going to be fine. Luke was going to make a fine meal, he fit so perfectly inside of him in the past. The idea of eating him again psyched the predator up even more.

He couldn’t hear Luke’s words anymore. The only thing he could hear was his growling stomach and his own soft, hungry growls. He lifted Luke higher into the air, a smile remaining on his face. Rowan looked right up to Luke as he hung from his shirt. The predator opened his mouth wide, parting his teeth and holding his tongue out.

The two make eye contact with one another. Time stopped for Luke one more time. He had a straight view of Rowan’s mouth. Rowan had nothing but a cloudy, hungry look in his eyes. A gaze that saw nothing but food. Luke’s heart sank to his stomach, and even though he was looking at the exact same thing he couldn’t get out of his head just hours before, why did this feel so different?

Then, just then, Rowan’s fingers let go of the tiny’s shirt. Luke didn’t have time to process—he was falling, and Rowan’s mouth was getting closer. And closer. And closer.

Then he was staring at the back of the predator’s throat.

The anticipation of expecting the shifter’s flavor hitting his tongue was rewarding. Luke landed in his mouth, and his lips wrapped around him upon feeling the impact. His upper body was stuffed into his mouth, leaving his legs to flail and kick his face. His teeth didn’t bite down on the smaller man’s body, instead avoiding him, but his lips wrapped around his torso as his tongue explored the tiny’s body.

His flavor was exactly how he remembered it. Not only was his prey’s natural scent sweet, but his flavor? It was heaven. If he wasn’t so hungry, he would’ve loved to savor this moment.

Luke punched around inside the predator’s mouth. He hit his tongue, trying his best to avoid his teeth. They were so sharp, one wrong move and he’d get cut. Rowan had avoided scratching Rowan with his teeth during the hike, but now? He wasn’t sure.

“Don’t hurt me, don’t fucking hurt me, you idiot!” Luke yelled out without thought, adrenaline forcing itself through his veins.

Luke’s legs flailed and kicked as hard as they could against Rowan’s chin in an attempt to push himself out. Despite this, Rowan’s lips were very tightly wrapped around his body. Rowan’s mouth began to vibrate, and a soft, purring sound surrounded the shrunken man.

Rowan smiled, parted his lips, then began to push Luke further into his mouth with his finger as he rolled his head back. Luke’s head was just in front of the entrance to the predator’s throat, and below it looked like pure darkness. It obviously was much larger now that he was small, but the view was terrifying. Everything fell still.

Rowan’s purrs stopped. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the man excitedly but desperately swallowed hard.

Rowan pulled his fingers away as the tiny slipped further into his mouth, and he felt his upper body enter his throat. He began to purr at the sensation of his meal slipping into his gullet. Now that his prey was starting to go down, he didn’t want to stop. So the predator gave into his instincts, letting his body take over. He swallowed once more, pulling the rest of the tiny’s exposed body into his mouth. Rowan’s eyes closed and his purrs crescendo as more of Luke entered him. His lips curled into a smile behind Luke’s feet, saliva still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Luke was so fucking delicious, why didn’t the predator commit to this sooner? Why did he take so long to sate his hunger? Craving him and refusing to indulge was way more painful than actually eating him.

Luke should be a visible lump in his throat right now, right? Out of pure curiosity, Rowan lifted his hand to press it against his neck. Though his throat vibrated with purrs, he could feel Luke thrashing inside the muscle that trapped him. Against his finger even more so. His gullet naturally tried to pull his food down, and he could feel the man slide down against his finger ever so slightly. However, some of his prey still remained in his mouth, and he wanted to savor the final swallow.

He wanted to remember what it would feel like.

He pressed his finger firmly against the Luke-shaped lump in his throat, and though he could hear muffled yells, he didn’t care. His mind and stomach were screaming at him to finish the job. So Rowan gives in, swallowing hard and loud. He felt Luke against his finger and inside his throat. The sensation of eating him felt out of this world. He was enjoying this, and God did it feel good to let himself indulge. Why did he feel so awful about being a predator?

He can’t remember why.

Another swallow, this time quick and sharp. He just wanted the tiny down and inside his stomach. He was so hungry. Just settle inside, please, please, please. His stomach screamed with another loud, hungry growl as it waited in anticipation for its prey to enter it.

( I need you inside my stomach, I need you locked away, I’m so fucking hungry, you’re all I can think about. )

There was a tightness in his chest as Luke slipped past his collarbone, and all the predator could do was take a deep breath and place his hand flat against the pressure. He let out a huff, instinctually swallowing to trick himself into feeling his food slide down faster. His hand slid down to his middle, anticipating the sensation of Luke slipping inside his stomach and filling him up.

His weight was so close inside him, and it was all he could think about. His roommate, his Luke, his meal, his prey.

The moment was obvious. It was warm. It was fast and it was filling. He felt his middle grow heavier as Luke’s head entered, soon following with the rest of his body. His stomach expanded underneath his hand, distending his stomach and making it somewhat round. Of course, he wasn’t at all as big as the first time he ate his roommate, but the curve of his stomach told him all he needed to know.

Rowan let out a deep, satisfied sigh of relief as all of Luke finally entered him. He pulled his head down, taking his hand off of his stomach, and admiring the bump that his roommate created. His green eyes were foggy as he stared at his exposed middle.

Most importantly, Luke’s taste remained on his tongue.

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Being pushed deeper inside of Rowan’s mouth then aggressively swallowed completely winded the shifter. His arms and head are completely wrapped by the predator’s flesh as he was pulled down into the gullet of this… beast. This wasn’t Rowan. It couldn’t be. What had gotten into him, why was he not like himself? Luke shut his eyes as he thrashed around. Despite how tight his throat was, Luke tried his damn hardest to get the predator to snap out of this. This roughness was uncharacteristic. At least last time, Rowan tried to be gentle.

“Rowan, stop, I—I don’t want to be eaten like this, please, STOP!!” The shifter yelled out, squirming and attempting DESPERATELY to pull himself out. Of course, the throat had a tight grip on him. It was crushing. Suffocating, even. Tears began to swell up in Luke’s eyes, and he continued to keep his eyes shut as another audible swallow pulled him further into the predator’s body.

Something pressed against him from the outside, though he struggled to react properly. He couldn’t move at all, his limbs being pressed and held still. Luke didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway. All he could do was attempt to get Rowan’s attention, but it was obvious by this point that he wasn’t paying attention.

( You got what you wanted, didn’t you? )

Another, quicker swallow sent him further down and squished him. The tight space was almost unbearable with how hard Rowan was trying to get him down. His predator had finally sent him sliding down the rest of the way, leaving Luke to be gently massaged and pulled further down, down, down…

A familiar sound grew closer and closer as he fell further down. Rowan’s heartbeat. Even the sound of his lungs and the gentle purr that surrounded him. With the swallowing over, Luke remembered what it was like before. Rowan’s heartbeat was calming and surrounded him. It gave him something to focus on. It relaxed him. Even now, it relaxed his body and caused him to loosen up.

That’s right, Luke was safe.

Luke finally opened his eyes back up, seeing nothing but darkness. That was okay. He took a deep breath, calming himself and letting himself relax. Finally, his hands felt the entrance of something, and the esophagus pushed him through, guiding the rest of his body inside the chamber. Warm air hit his face, and though it was spacious at first, the more Luke was pushed inside, the less room there was. He was forced and pushed into the organ, and it squished him from all sides. It wasn’t as bad as the tube that sent him down here, but it expanded with him. Finally, the entirety of his body was deposited inside the chamber. Rowan’s stomach.

He could hear a deep breath from above. Rowan sounded so satisfied. His heartbeat began to slow, and Luke was greeted by another loud gurgle that filled his ears.

He couldn’t move much, but the position he sat in was uncomfortable. He pressed his hands into the flesh underneath him, attempting to roll upright. Gravity was not in his favor currently, and if he remained in this position any longer, he might get a headache. Despite how hard it was to move in his resting place, Luke used his strength to flip himself, which was quickly followed by a gasp from above. Luke pushed himself the rest of the way up, finally managing to make a complete roll. He was quickly forced back down into place as his turn finished, and he settled into the roll of the stomach behind him.

Rowan’s purrs grew louder. Luke felt a pressure from the outside pressing down on him.

Rowan could feel and see Luke move from inside of him. His stomach fluttered. It felt so warm and nice, feeling the tiny shift around and settling inside him. He rubbed his round middle, letting out another satisfied sigh.

“Luke, you’re… so perfect, you know?” The predator begins, wiping the remaining drool off of his mouth with his free hand. He turns to his side, laying down on the couch and pulling his legs closer to himself. His focus was his stomach and the prey inside of it. “You’re so delicious, and you fit so perfectly inside of me.”

Luke was silent. He wasn’t moving anymore, but he could feel him sink down.

“God, I could swallow you down a million times, and it would be so satisfying each time.” The man’s voice is quiet, and he continues massaging his stomach. He was so full, he was so satisfied. Luke, his craving, his meal, was safely inside him, filling him up. “I love it, you know… I love feeling you move inside, I love the feeling of you going down. Your flavor is sweet, it makes me think of cherries.”

Inside, Luke’s eyes were heavy. His face was red. Rowan’s words and compliments relaxed his body, on top of the steady purring. His heartbeat and breathing rhythmically surrounded him. This was what Luke couldn’t stop thinking about. He may have been held in place by Rowan’s stomach, but it… was like an embrace. Rowan was hugging him from all sides, wasn’t he?

A tiny hand shifted and began to rub against the flesh underneath it. Luke took a deep breath, letting his eyes close.

“Rowan, I… I really love you.” The tiny whispered, realizing just how tired he was. He finally could let himself fall asleep. Surrounded by the sounds that echoed throughout his brain only hours before, Luke drifted to sleep.

Rowan continued to rub his stomach, purring as he spoke.

“My prey, my perfect prey. I think you should stay… I think I should… keep you inside there. Do you know how wonderful you feel in there? I was so hungry, craving you. It hurt. But now I have you, and I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to keep you locked away.” Rowan mumbled, beginning to lull himself to sleep.

He was still so tired. Now, he was full and happy, and so tired. He finally managed to sleep earlier before being woken up, but now? All he could do was lay here and fall asleep. He couldn’t help it.

“I can’t believe how delicious you are…” Rowan mumbled one last time before he dozed off.

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junjiie · 1 year ago

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해찬 ## 🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

prelude new york to seoul. ⠀ wc 1.7k. ⠀ warnings none.

the night air was cool on his skin as he stepped out of the airport, the wheels on his suitcase dragging to a stop on the concrete beside him.

donghyuck took one deep breath, then another. he was home.

it felt better than he’d expected it to, his shoulders loosening as he relaxed and took in all the familiar sights, the familiar feeling. he’d never stayed in one place while travelling, too preoccupied with getting out there and discovering, trying to capture every moment before his year was over. it almost felt like a blur when he tried to think back on it now, when he was standing back in korea without a plan for once. when he could take it one minute at a time.

he allowed himself one more second to himself before he moved out of the ‘arrivals’ entranceway and fished his phone out of his jacket pocket. he had been on the last flight back, so the time was just past twelve, but he knew the person behind the number he was dialling would be up anyway.

mark started talking at him the second he picked up, and donghyuck smiled at the sound of it. him and all his best friends had kept in contact, of course, but it was still always nice to hear him. especially when the amount of miles between them was considerably smaller.

“yo, hyuck! have you landed? i can’t believe you’re finally back, dude, was it fun? group hangouts never felt the same without you there in person, i swear. even jiung said he missed you! man, i shoulda got that on video..”

he laughed at the barrage of words and let go of the suitcase handle, leaning back onto the brick wall behind him as he replied.

“hey, mark. i just got out the airport. it was great, you know that, but i’m happy to be home. what’ve you been up to, anyway? how’s work at that café going?”

people milled past him, slowly trickling out into the streets with bags in hand and arms outstretched to hail passing taxis down, or flag down their arranged rides. he wondered if mark would be up to making the drive down to pick him up, or if he could wheedle renjun into doing it instead.

“it’s been great, man! i still don’t think my boss likes me all that much, not after that latte art thing, but he’ll come around.”

they both burst into snickers at that, before mark perked up again suddenly—as if only now realising hyuck might’ve needed a ride rather than staying stood outside the airport while everyone else around him left.

“oh, dude! do you need a ride? renjun’s dead asleep, but i can come pick you up if you don’t already have a taxi.”

he heaved a quiet sigh of relief, glad for the offer. “that’d be perfect, god. my feet are starting to feel numb.” his tone took a sly turn as he continued with “and if you’d be willing to give up your sofa for a few months while i find a place, that’d be great too.”

unfortunately, mark was quick to shut him down. “absolutely not, dude. you’re, like, the worst roommate ever. i got my dose of you living with me in uni, and it’s never happening again.”

haechan’s voice turned accusatory, raising in volume and catching the attention of a passer-by who shot him a dirty look for making noise at such a late hour and then hurried on, the wheels of their case clattering behind them. “yah! i’m not that bad. it’ll be for a month, at most. i’ll even pay you!”

mark snorted. hyuck could hear the jingle of his car keys faintly in the background. “with what money? pretty sure you don’t have a job, man.”

he opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again. the older man had got him there, he would admit. he floundered for a few moments more before trying again. “well, i will! maybe i’ll come and work with you and renjunnie, huh? and.. is jeno still around?”

jeno’s name felt strange on his tongue. he hadn’t spoken to him in a year, if a little over that. he hadn’t spoken to any of—of your friends. not since he’d boarded the plane to the first city on his list and hadn’t looked back. there used to be a time when both of your groups came together for nights full of drinking and laughing, all merged into one big group, but those days were long gone.

his best friend’s voice was a little more sombre when he answered, as if sensing donghyuck’s sudden drop in mood.

“yeah, he’s still with us. i don’t think our applications are open right now, but i could ask for a favour to get you in if you want, hyuckie.” his tone lightened up a little as he cracked a small joke, an attempt to uplift haechan’s spirits. “or.. maybe get renjun to do it, seeing as i’m not exactly the favourite.”

it worked, if only for a moment. he huffed a short laugh and then braced himself for what he sensed was coming.

“but, uh, i think they’re hiring where yn works. it’s only across the street, i saw the sign up in the window.”

donghyuck bit his lip. silence followed from both sides of the line, the only sound coming from mark fiddling with his keys in the ignition and fumbling with his phone. the quiet stretched on for a few more beats before mark was rushing his next words, jumbling them all together in the jilted way he always did when he felt like he’d overstepped.

“oh shit, dude, sorry, was that—i mean, not that you two aren’t—”

hyuck cut him off before he could run himself into the ground trying to apologise, laughing again with a little less feeling.

“it’s fine, mark, really. i’ll just cross that bridge when i get to it, surely i can have a couple days just lazing around.”

his friend still sounded uneasy when he finally mumbled the words “i mean, if you say so, dude,” and donghyuck reassured him again that all was fine before nudging him to hang up.

“wouldn’t want you to get in a crash, would we? then who would pick me up? i’m not staying stranded in incheon all night.”

mark scoffed and the lighter mood was back again as quickly as it had left. the call disconnected and the tone seemed louder in the quiet air, haechan staring at the black screen of his phone after mark was gone to see his mirror image staring back at him. his best friend’s earlier words rang through his head again. was that—i mean, not that you two aren’t—

no one knew about you and him. why would they? it was an arrangement that had stayed between the four walls of his then-bedroom and never left it, one that was never brought up with or spoken about with their shared friends. hyuck thought they’d caught on anyway, though, after a few too many nights when he’d been the right side of tipsy and felt the need to cling onto you, to sling his arms around your waist and press his face into your neck to try and hold onto the fading smell of your cologne.

he’d only realised his mistakes when he’d looked up to catch renjun’s eyes, a clear question in them as he stared at your position, or when mark had broken the moment with a shrill awkward laugh that pierced through his skull as he suggested they get more drinks.

donghyuck stared for a few moments more. cast a glance upwards, seeing nothing but empty streets and cars passing by. unlocked his phone. went to his messages, where your contact was still there, name glaring up at him. ynnie. the little icon beside it, a candid photo of you taken in his room in the few moments before you could look up and chase him around the room in an attempt to get him to delete it.

he tried to convince himself not to do it, but before he could stop himself he’d opened the messages shared between you. the last one was from you, dated to almost a year and two months ago. have fun, you’d said.

haechan hadn’t replied.

he stopped himself from scrolling up, from reliving all the late-night conversations you’d had. he just.. stared. at your face. at your name. at the message. face. name. message. rinse and repeat.

his fingers faltered over his keyboard as he played with the idea of sending you a text, after all these months, out of the blue. what would he even say? and even if he did send anything, you might’ve blocked him by now. he wouldn’t really blame you if you had.

the minutes ticked by and the hour only got later around him, but donghyuck was stuck still. leather jacket against the brick wall and fingers going numb from the cold as he agonised over words he didn’t know how to say.

he startled when bright lights shone right at him, locking his phone and forcing himself to push away the idea of contacting you as mark rolled his window down to shout a hello. the device felt like a lead weight in his pocket even as he dragged his suitcase over to the car with a grin.

“that was fast,” he managed to tease. “were you speeding, or something?”

mark played up being offended by the very accusation, and from then on it was the usual back-and-forth they always had as he chucked his case in the backseat and opened the passenger door. it felt like home again—and it was home again. he talked and laughed and bickered on the ride home, smiled and relaxed into the cracked leather of the seats and stared out at the city speeding past them, and he felt content. as content as he could be when he was still vaguely aware that something still felt off, the one little itch in the back of his mind.

have fun.

he wondered what you’d say when you saw him again.

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midnightsconspiracy · 2 years ago

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CHOOSE YOUR LOVER

CHAPTER 4.2 - YOUR PLACE

Choose Your Lover - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

Warnings: None

Word Count: 981

Requested: No

A/N: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN DESTINY STORY FOR EITHER HANK OR JAY DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU PICK. YOU’LL BE GIVEN TWO OPTIONS AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, SO CHOOSE WISELY.

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In the heat of the moment, your place sounded like a viable option, but it seemed your judgment may have been a bit off. Not only was the parking a nightmare and the place a total mess, you'd forgotten entirely about the person that was your roommate. Your house share was a situation of convenience really, both lacking the funds to live separately. And so with the sheer speed at which you were willing to move in, had the unfortunate circumstances of your living situation occurred. But, you hadn't always had such a complex relationship, in the beginning, you'd been friendly enough. You'd take turns cooking for each other, partake in the occasional movie nights and on multiple occasions she'd even invited you to tag along to a night at the bar with her friends. Things had gone south from there though, her once nice attitude had turned sour within a matter of hours, leaving your friendship broken without the possibility of ever being repaired. What had occurred that night that caused such irreparable damage you would never know, but still, you tried to be as civil as possible, going about your life without the need for conflict. It never occurred to you that bringing Hank back would be such a problem, you had your own room and were respectful of any boundaries she had set out. But as both of you came bounding through the door, smiles plastering your faces without a care in the world, her voice rang through the air, bursting your once perfect bubble.

"Y/N! What are you doing? I thought we'd established, no visitors on weekdays!" Screaming from the top of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes at you, completely disregarding the man beside you. Not only were you completely mortified at her lack of respect for you in your own home, but also for Hank, who awkwardly stood beside you not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire. Not caring about the consequences of your words or actions, you continued getting comfy in your own home, taking off your outdoor clothing while encouraging Hank to do so also. This woman was not going to ruin your chances of securing a date. "If you're going to create rules without me knowing, then expect me to break them." Grabbing the Sargeants hand, you quickly pulled him upstairs, giving a small wink to your roommate as you headed in the direction of your room.

Slumping down on your bed, you gave Hank a small smile, an apology that the night you'd expected to go so well had brutally turned in the other direction. Mortified by your roommate's actions, you stared up at the ceiling, embarrassment radiating off your body as you thought about what had just occurred.

Hank on the other hand felt quite amused by the situation. He, in the past, had experienced a situation quite similar, also having an equally distressing tenant reek havoc in his life. And so he wasn't going to let you dwell on it, instead laying down next to you, grabbing your hand to encase it in his own. The gesture comforted you slightly, thanking the stars he wasn't angry at you for ruining the evening. At that thought, tears pricked your eyes, your fresh start had been compromised against your will, and again you would have to find a new unit to join. You wouldn't be able to bear the thought of seeing him at work each day, the memories popping up at the sight of his face. And if he told the others in the team, god you'd be the laughingstock of the district. Y/N Y/LN, the person who tried to get with her boss and failed miserably.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Hank held your cheek, rubbing away the tears as they fell.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, a comforting smile playing on his lips. "Im sorry," you cried, hiding your face in your hands. "I ruined everything by bringing you back here, and I made you feel so uncomfortable by including you in our drama, and you probably just came here to sleep with me and now im crying." Babbling on you failed to notice the amused grin that now graced the man's face, how you'd gotten everything so wrong. "Hey, hey, listen to me, you haven't ruined anything at all, if anything it was her fault, she had no right to intervene in your business." Pulling your hands away from your face, he proceeded to tuck your hair back exposing your red eyes and runny nose. "A-are you sure?" You mumbled back surprised at his actions. "Yes, I shouldn't have asked to come back here. You deserve a proper gentleman, someone whose willing to take you on a date first. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise." Tugging you towards him, he brought you into his arms, smiling down at your sad face. He'd never been one to sleep with someone before going on a date, and God did he want to take you on a date. In the heat of the moment, he'd just been so desperate to touch you he'd forgotten his traditional values, something his father had always drilled into him from a young age, that women were people to be respected. And to him, you were someone more than special, someone who deserved way more than just a one night thing. "Maybe we should just forget this all happened. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you on a date to my favourite place in Chicago. Sound good?" "Sounds perfect."

In the end, that night didn't go to waste. And so as you drifted off into a content sleep tucked up in the man's arms, you thanked the universe. Because although it works in mysterious ways, sometimes a bad situation will have a very good outcome.

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THE END

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd x reader #one chicago #hank voight x reader #hank voight #hank voight imagines #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

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magicalgirlmascot · 1 year ago

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Anyway it's time for more of my Ancient Human!Bonkles Bullshit because I can't leave well enough alone. Featuring the bad guys this time.

OKAY SO AN EXPLANATION IS IN ORDER HERE I THINK. Or maybe not maybe we're all willing to accept Twinkidax at face value but I'm gonna go ahead and say maybe we're not. I just. Man I wanted Makuta to be a cool grimdark edgelord so bad for some reason. Thankfully I came to my senses before we ever saw him in human form in the fic proper (which we never actually did lmao) and redesigned him. It's still not good but at least he's not. That.

Anyway he had a few different forms, the big shadow gas creature being the one that we saw most. Human!Makuta would have shown up at some point, probably, but I never got past the Morbuzakh arc so we never got to see him. As for the book uh. My brilliant idea was for Teridax to disguise himself as a book to get close to Dume and possess him. I don't know why that was my best idea.

YES I KNOW HIS NAME IS SPELLED WRONG he was not the only character who I couldn't remember where the H went. Nidhiki was Lhikan's roommate, only remaining teammate, and worstie (although it was 2011 so that wasn't a term that was used). His whole betrayal and joining the Hunters happened later in this fic, so the Toa Metru got to actually bear witness to that whole can of worms. Lhikan was still the only one who gave up his powers to give the Metru theirs, though, it was a whole thing, Nidhiki was kinda bitter about it. Anyway he had four arms instead of four legs because I couldn't draw more than two legs. I think the idea was that he was stuck partway between his Toa and regular forms and that's why he has heterochromia, too. Fun fact, his surname being Cane was supposed to be from "hurricane," but was also a reference to "raising Cain"/Cain and Abel, which I stole directly from Skulduggery Pleasant lmao

Not sure why this is the direction I went for Krekka but okay. He was barely in the fic I have nothing to say about him sorry

I think I had a crush on Lariska I'm not gonna lie. I remember making this outfit using a tool you could use to make Gaia Online outfits lmao. Also I apparently hella shipped DaggerSpider. I was right actually they were fuckin

GOD WHY DID I DO SIDORAK LIKE THISSSSSSS. He was Onewa's roommate and a big weenie. Your Local Emo Dental Hygiene Student Who's Also Obsessed With Bugs And Becomes King Of The Spiders By Accident Or Possibly Birthright I Don't Fucking Remember. Man he should've been this big lumberjack looking motherfucker.

Once again my inability to come up with Outfits hampers my character design. Also she needs bigger boobs. And bigger muscles. She barely appeared in the fic though so like

Alright I think that's it for villains.

#bionicle #very proud of myself for coming up with twinkidax. the word not the character design. the character design is garbage.#but twinkidax is very funny in concept

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eaglefairy · 9 months ago

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We started xenoblade 2 last night! The liveblog tag will change to "roommate chronicles part 2" now. My thoughts on 2 are...complicated. (You can see #alrestposting for more on that.) But I'm looking forward to experiencing it with my roommate and seeing it through new eyes! (Quick note: anytime there's a quote without a tag, it's from my roommate. I figured this was just easier than trying to summarize what she was saying.)

(during the opening cutscene) "Space whale!!" Me: Dead space whale...

"Enough of that existential crisis stuff, we need to make money!"

"Bana?? Chairman Bana?? Is that our Bana?!" Me: "It's Bana if he got what he wanted." Roommate: ... Me: "It's Bana if he owned this whole airship."

Roommate: "Jabba?? Is he Jabba the Hutt???"

"Rex you idiot. You don't even know what the job is."

(While Jin is talking) "What is happening here..."

"Why is this dialogue so unreal. Like why is it so strange."

Rurui appeared on screen and I just started laughing Me: "He looks like an among us..." Roommate: "...Oh, he does."

So far she's pretty annoyed by every character except for Dromarch.

We finally got a good look at Nia and: Roommate: "There are catgirls now?"

"Rex, you didn't even ask what they're trying to find! What if they're trying to unearth a demon or a monster or a god?!"

"Jin, can I ask about the mask? I'm an impertinent 15-year-old, can I ask why you're wearing a mask?"

"Whoa, Sever looks cool. Is that one of the new alien species, what're they called?" Me: "They're called Blades." Me: "Dromarch is also a Blade." Roommate: "Huh???"

"It's a demon! I knew it! We're hauling up a doomsday device!"

She said she'd be willing to believe that the salvagers are evil and the Monoceros ("black ship from the harbor") are secret good guys which is like. ha.

"It's a god. It's chthulu. We're pulling up a god."

(I mean the fun "fun" part is that Mythra and Pyra would absolutely agree with the description of doomsday device. And in fact are just as against this right now as my roommate is.)

"I'm not gonna lie. The white guy [Jin]? He's hot. I don't trust him. I haven't even seen his face. But he's hot."

This is Dickson all over again. This is amazing I love it.

[activating the control panel] "We're about to meet god." [sees the Aligo boss in the next room] "What the hell is that." Me: "Not the god you were expecting?" "What is this...man-shark?"

Game: "That's...the Aegis." Roommate: "Nope, that's the Monado. Easy mistake to make."

"Oh, we're not dead. We're in heaven? Are we going to meet god now?" [sees Pyra in the distance] "Jesus? Mother?"

I forgot how much this game doesn't explain things at the beginning. So far she's asked me "what's a Blade?", "what's a Driver?", and "what's the Aegis?", which are all very fair questions considering how many fantasy proper nouns the game throws at you with no explanation

"Yay Nia! I knew you were good!"

"If you hurt my grandpa I'm killing you."

We agreed that xc2 really needs its own Sword Valley prologue. Xc1 starts strong with the opening lore cutscene from the Titans' antiquity going straight into the battle, and only then cutting to the slice-of-life stuff with Shulk. My roommate admitted that so far she's bored by the game because it starts so slow, which is exactly the problem I had with it 7 years ago!

Oh yeah, she really hates the tutorial narrator. She's calling it Navi and giving it a high annoying voice.

The roommate was touched by Gramp's death scene (until he was revealed to be alive)

Me: "Ever have your mentor figure turn into a mascot?" "...They turned my dragon into a mouse."

"Did that boob just jiggle?" Me: "Oh, you'd better believe it."

The squeal of delight I just heard when I showed her how to play as Nia riding on Dromarch made the past 2 hours completely worth it. "I'm never playing as Rex again, he's LAME!"

#original tag #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 2 #roommate chronicles part 2 #I may make a grumping tag so that any complaints I have don't get into the main tag for the game #but the plan is to not complain too much!

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cephalomon · 2 years ago

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my thing has always been and will always be pokemon. if you ever need to grab me a gift and you dont know what to get, get me something related to pokemon. a poster, a keychain, a mug, a shirt, a plushie, by god ill even take the cards. nothing will ever make me as emotional or excited or joyful as pokemon. no media i like will ever be liked More than pokemon. if you took me to a pokemon center id be willing to marry you.

i remember being a weird little eight year old girl. im not a girl, but i was a weird little girl at one point in my life. big black eyes and long black hair, and i cried when people talked to loud. i remember moving in with our next door neighbors at our apartment building. we didnt know each other that well, but we were all poor and they welcomed us into their tiny one bedroom apartment. it was already too small for them, too small to house 3 more people, but they insisted on it anyway.

they were both queer people, likely some of the first id ever met in my life. they were also really involved in video game and furry culture. they were integral to the person i am today. my first introduction to so many things that would end up becoming major parts of my life.

i had a little DS that me and my sister played mario on, but nothing else. one of our neighbors, now roommates, let me play her games, and i played pokemon soul silver for the first time.

ever since then, for 10 years, i have loved pokemon. it has never faltered, it has never gone out of style for me, i have never gotten tired of it. almost every interest ive had has come in waves. i rarely Stop liking anything, but it goes quiet and i occupy myself with something else. but not pokemon

pokemon has always been a consant thing, something i am always so excited to see and hear about, something im always trying to interact with, something thats always on my mind. even during the years where my ds was broken, and i couldnt play pokemon anymore, i spent my time watching videos and learning more and eagerly anticipating the day id get to play again.

i remember living with another weird little girl very briefly, i mustve been in 3rd or 4th grade. she asked me to teach her about pokemon, and i spent a lot of time showing her everything i could. i felt like i was a pokemon professor. it was really silly, but i was just little, and i was so proud of myself for knowing all these things and finally having the chance to show someone else. show someone else something i loved so much.

theres no point to this other than, i just really wanted to talk about how much i love pokemon. i feel like ive neglected it a lot lately. even though i still love it, ive been so preoccupied with so many things in my life that ive had few opportunities to just sit down and enjoy pokemon.

i think thats why playing pokemon violet this passed week has been so important to me. its been a really long time since ive let myself get enraptured in pokemon like that. i loved the characters, i loved the region. i have my critiques, sure, but i really liked these games. and i really love pokemon

#sorry for being vulnerable and emotional on the tl about pokemon of all things #but i feel like i just have all this love stored up in my body and no where to put it #i love pokemon so much #percy chirps #long post

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myuni-moon · 2 years ago

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#just date already

―synopsis: so maybe you were doing things only best friends weren't supposed to ft. diluc, xiao, thoma, zhongli

―warnings: modern!au, romantic tension, mutual pining, mentions of unrequited love and jealousy(thoma), consumption of alcohol and slightly suggestive(zhongli)

—note: i had my sister give the names of four genshin men, hence the current lineup

— diluc

the tension that danced along your fingertips every time both of you even came close to brushing against each other’s hands never ceased to make your face feel warm each time it happened. there was just something about the closeness between you two that was enough to let the side of your palms stumble against the others' and the way your fingers inched ever so closely. you didn’t know if it was ever on purpose, or if he even noticed the implications that he was doing something that crossed the boundaries of anything platonic.

still, you’d never felt more anxious and invigorated in your entire life than when you danced across that line of being friends and lovers.

like now, as you shared a blanket on a movie night, it was no different. your arms were pressed against each other by the time the credits started rolling, but none of you paid enough attention to even switch to another one or do something else than sit there with your best friend. because right underneath the cottony fabric, your pinkies linked for the first time. oh god, you thought as your heart rate sped up by the minute. in the dim lighting, you could only roughly make out the red tinting diluc's ears, and you could do nothing but accept the shift in your relationship.

it only got more intense as you managed to lock eyes with him, and you swore his crimson irises made roses of the same shade bloom in your lungs. then you glanced at his lips, just a quick look. and it hit you square in the face:

yeah, best friends didn't hold hands and think about kissing one another.

— xiao

your friends always wondered why you never dated xiao, your roommate and longtime friend; and time and time again, you've explained to them that he was your best friend before redirecting the conversation to someone else's love life. that was most definitely just a coverup for the fact that you've been crushing on him for the longest time.

your feelings for him only amplified when he showed up while you were on an outing with the aforementioned friends. he'd appeared on his motorbike, leather jacket and all, as he parked upfront of the cafe you decided to go to. your friends spotted him first, nudging you the minute he took his helmet off to reveal his handsome face. you’d stumbled out the door to greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, flustered at his sudden arrival. as always, his countenance was blank and perhaps mildly passive-aggressive to any bystander; however, you could tell that there was no aggression behind his eyes. your gaze drifted from his face to his hand which held a paper bag.

"the forecast said it might rain. you said you'd be here with your friends, and i came to drop this off just in case." he handed it to you gently. as you looked inside, you could spot an umbrella and one of his jackets. instantly, you felt a flutter in your gut. your heart palpitated the moment after; whether it was from the fact that he cared or he was willing to lend you his clothes, you didn't know.

nonetheless, you thanked him for his kindness. "thank you so much, xiao. you didn't have to do this, you know?" the male shook his head from side to side, dismissing you.

"no need to thank me. it'd be unfortunate if you ever got sick." as monotone as it might have sounded, you knew that xiao meant what he said. there's a lilt in his voice, one only you seem to have noticed, that betrayed all the softness he truly had in his body.

before your interaction came to an end and you both said your intentions to see each other later, you had tapped his shoulder just as he readied to put his helmet back on. you're not quite sure was possessed you at the moment, but you planted a kiss on his cheek before dashing back into the cafe where your friends would surely interrogate you and leaving xiao to watch your form withdrawing.

as he gently pressed his fingers towards the patch of skin your lips had grazed and his stomach swirled with something completely foreign to him, there was one thing on his mind.

best friends don't give each other butterflies.

— thoma

there was an icky green feeling that was instilled in you whenever people ogled at your best friend. it was no secret that the blond was attractive. with such a sweet personality and a house-husband aura, it shouldn't have been surprised when he started being chatted up on one of your grocery outings (thoma's idea after he figured you weren't going out as much as you should. you guys did it every week since then).

still, you could do nothing but hold your tongue. you were just his best friend after all, and there was no way he would be interested in you. you didn't even know his type, the more you thought about it. you shook your head, brushing off your feelings in favor of getting back to your task at hand.

you could only huff as you eyed the cereal box on the top shelf. normally, thoma would be the one to grab it for you, but he was clearly busy with other endeavors which left you to do it yourself. you looked around, wondering if there were any staff that could help you reach it. luck was definitely not on your side as you found the whole aisle empty with the exception of you. with a heavy heart, you decided to hop around until you could reach it. amidst your (failing) efforts, a kind stranger had reached up and handed you the box. you thanked them, flustered and scratching at your neck at how embarrassing it might have been to picture yourself jumping around the grocery to reach a simple cereal box.

this would not go unnoticed by thoma, not when he finally rounded the corner to see you acting shy. a strange sight and perhaps an unwelcomed one by the way he found his eyebrows furrowed and gaze hard on the floor the moment the two of you made it back to your apartment.

"who was that?" he inquired as you fixed up your pantry with thoma passing you each product. you hummed in response, curious at who he could've been referring to. "the one that you were with when you got the cereal."

just as you slid your favorite biscuits into the cabinet, you raised a brow before turning towards thoma who leaned against the island counter. you couldn't help but catch his aggravated expression. "dunno. they just helped me get the box. why?"

"you know you could've just called me over."

"you were busy talking. i didn't want to disturb you. did it bother you?"

it did. it really did if thoma was honest. there was something about the way that you didn't ask him to help when you knew he'd always put you first that just rubbed him the wrong way. even more so when you relied on a stranger that was too close for comfort, to thoma at least. he looked at the same cereal box from earlier that glared at him from just across the kitchen island; he shrugged. "you guys just looked kind of close there is all."

you tilted your head, "were you jealous?"

ok, best friends don't get jealous.

— zhongli

you didn't think the alcohol would be so strong. then again, what did you expect when it came from childe of all people? maybe it was your fault for trusting the ginger when he said that it was just mild and the fact that you didn't take into account that mild in snezhnaya meant "definitely-going-to-make-you-wasted-five shots-later" in liyue.

so there you were with your longtime friend, zhongli, absolutely drunk out of your mind in your apartment. maybe a bottle later and a drunken confession later, and you found yourself in your best friend's lap with your hands around his neck, his breath hot on your skin. you didn't exactly know what lead you two to that moment, but breaking whatever tension you had between you two when you were sober had been way overdue.

a blush had spread on his cheeks, whether it was from your compromising position or the alcohol— you couldn't really tell. his hands clenched by his sides, fingers digging into the skin of his palm as he balled them into fists. your hands, however, had long found their way to the sides of his neck until they had situated their place to caress his jaw.

"zhongli," his name came out as breathy from your mouth, "kiss me."

ever the gentleman he was (even while under the influence of a great amount of alcohol), he declined. "you're not sober."

you whined, and zhongli had never felt his body heat up so much. his adam's apple bobbed as you pressed yourself even more against him; by this time, zhongli had managed to snake his hands up to your wrist to keep you from getting any closer and effectively keeping you roughly an inch or two away from his lips. your struggling came right afterward, your body trying to wiggle against his grip.

"if i let you, you'll hate me tomorrow."

a huff passed your lips, brows still furrowed and a pout on your lips. your body momentarily halts as your eyes trailed from his mouth up to his eyes. his eyes of gold that looked at you pleadingly, almost paralleling your own desires for your companion. your front teeth nibbled on your bottom lip.

"no, i won't, and you know it too, zhongli. how long are we going to keep doing this until we finally cave?" you really did have a point, but perhaps that was just the liquid courage that finally made zhongli relent to the fact that there was indeed something between the two of you. something he'd turned a blind eye to because out of everyone in his life, you're the one person he'd never want to lose. he never wanted to risk your presence over something as foolish as his feelings for you.

so he stared back at you silently, heart threatening to give out when you eventually started to tear up from his lack of response. at that moment, panic overtook him for the first time in a long time; zhongli has never made you cry before— not even accidentally or indirectly. he's seen you cry, but he's never seen you cry because of him.

before he knew it, his body moved on his own purely out of instinct to what he thought could console you. the next thing he knew, his lips were on yours with all the grace of two drunk idiots in love, and your hands had found purchase on his shoulders once his hands migrated to your hips. just like that, something finally clicked in his brain after years of choosing to ignore it: you definitely weren't just friends.

best friends don't just kiss.

🏷: @raidengaile

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killerlookz · 2 years ago

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paul dano masterlist

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍

FICS:

༻ black star (sfw)- Edward comforts an anxious reader by singing them to sleep (gn! reader)

༻ dress my wounds (sfw)- Edward shows up at reader’s apartment severely injured after a murder doesn’t go as smoothly as planned (gn! reader)

༻ stood up (NSFW)- After a completely unsuccessful date, your roommate, Edward, comes to comfort you. (f! reader)

༻ stargazing (sfw)- request “i had a dream where i had a rooftop balcony and i fell asleep stargazing while all cuddled up in blankets with someone 😭 would you be willing to write something about that with eddie? it’d be so cute 😭😭 especially if he’s been pining for the reader for a long time” (gn! reader)

༻Favorite Customer (sfw)- Eddie’s picking up shifts at the diner where he’s quickly gained a favorite customer who comes in without fail, every saturday. when eddie though, is the one who fails to show up one saturday, his favorite customer realizes how much they enjoy his company, so they make an effort to make sure they’ll never miss eddie again. (gn! reader)

༻ And a Madman Goes (sfw)- upon finding out edward’s true identity as the riddler, reader and edward get into a nasty argument where you end up walking out on him, unable to face that the man you love is simultaneously gotham’s current most wanted. outraged and heartbroken, you’re dead-set on moving on and never talking to eddie again. but things may have to change when you and edward happen to come into your once-favorite diner at the same time. (gn! reader)

༻ Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned (NSFW)- pt.1 | pt.2 series: disgruntled and angry with both her past and the current state of Gotham, reader takes up an extreme devotion to Gotham’s violent and bloodthirsty vigilante, the Riddler, whose attention she’s desperate to recieve- but this Riddler may be closer to home than she ever expected

༻ Tax Season (NSFW)- Edward Nashton is a simp in every sense of the word, having fallen head over heels for a camgirl he’d found, whom he barely knows. but somehow Eddie gets lucky, and his favorite cam girl moves right next door, and just so happens to need his expertise. (f! reader)

༻ On Camera (NSFW)- (this is a PART TWO to Tax Season) After the incident at her apartment, Eddie and his favorite camgirl have really seemed to hit it off, but, Edward has a few skeletons in his closet that he needs to bare before he can take their relationship to the next level. (f! reader)

HEADCANONS:

༻ College! AU headcanons (NSFW)

༻ Music headcanons (sfw)

𝐉��𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

FICS:

༻ This Is God’s Country Please Don’t Drive Through It Like Hell - series (NSFW)

HEADCANONS:

༻ head over heels (sfw)- ask: “How would Joby Taylor feel about falling in love again? Would he welcome it with open arms or kinda be rude to his crush?” (gn! reader)

༻ relationship headcanons (sfw)

༻ NSFW Alphabet- f! reader

𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

FICS: to be added...

HEADCANONS:

༻ music headcanons (sfw)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐗

FICS:

༻ You Wear Me Out (sfw) - reader often seeks out their best friend brian’s help regarding their failing relationship with their boyfriend, but never seems to listen. and brian gets frustrated that reader won’t break up with their boyfriend for more reasons than just them not being treated right. (gn! reader)

to be continued...

#paul dano #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #klitz x reader #joby taylor x reader #brian wilcox x reader #paul dano masterlist

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kpopscruggles · 3 years ago

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Night Like This - Heeseung

Genre- Smut, just some filthy shit per usual

Word Count- 2439

Warnings- Mature Language, Sexual Content, Begging is a lil slow, I wrote this randomly at around 12am (sorry for any typos), use of degrading, listening to others sexual activities, maybe the reader grows a little obsessed, a lil praise at the end, unprotected sex (staysafeplease), Slight oral (m receiving), roommate Heeseung.

Summary- reader gets a new roommate and slowly grows the need to have him, when finally getting him she knows he cant go without this ever again, why not make a new roommate activity?

Pt.2

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I knew exactly how I ended up here, would I call myself a bad guy? no but could I have benefited differently? hell yeah. Recently I had grown excited at the thought of having a roommate and I had no problem with sharing a space with someone, I regret it because now I was sharing my apartment with a male I knew I wanted since he walked through the door.

Sitting on the couch of my apartment I watched the male come out of his room for the first time that day "Good morning" I added as I saw him turn to me in slight surprise before receiving a simple "Morning" back. I just smiled that I had finally gotten a greeting from this guy. Walking into the kitchen I gave him a smile before pouring myself some juice.

"Finish packing okay?" I asked as he turned to me, his body leaning against the counter as he nodded "Yeah it's a nice place and spacious for an apartment...looks like..were officially roommates" he added giving a small smile. At that moment I knew I was fucked, now I wasn't hostile and I wasn't some creepy bitch but he was hot.

The messy hair peaking at the top of his hoodie, the loose sweats that seem to still fail at hiding the obvious morning wood he had, the slender fingers that wrapped around the glass of orange juice..god his hands made that cup so small. He was a good-looking guy and I knew for a fact he had the idea of how much he could affect a person. His smile, his smile surely wasn't helping either..the one thing that made him seem so innocent.

"I'm..well sorry I've been a little quiet...I don't want to seem off it's just I have never shared an apartment with a girl and I don't want to say something that makes me come off as a hormonal ass" he chuckled as I shook my head "No I completely get it, believe it or not, I don't want to seem that way either".

That response was true, yet so damn hard to follow.

I wanted him, it had come to the point wherein only a couple of months everything he did I took into mind...but it wasn't until one night I knew I wanted him, his touch, the feeling of him. My thoughts of him using me how he liked was taking me over and the guilty part of me was only getting beaten down with the thought..the filthy thought of how he could use me...

Use me the way he was using these girls almost every weekend.

I wanted to be that girl.

I needed to be that girl.

Laying in my bed bit my bottom lip as I heard him whisper to the girl as the front door shut, the whisper of him demanding her to be quiet or she wouldn't get what she wanted. Him. The thins walls of this apartment working so hard to kill me, the sound of him pushing her onto his mattress.

"Is this what you wanted? to be fucked dumb?" I would always remember that statement he made to her, my mouth muffling my whimpers as I felt the warm pads of my fingers slowly circling my clit...I was desperate and I had to cum at this point.

The way he made that girl scream for more...more of anything he was willing to give her, the grunts that left his lips followed by every small knock on the wall as I knew he was pushing deeper into her. How his moans only got louder the closer he was to his orgasm, my body only growing hotter as I slipped my fingers in my begging hole matching the rhythm as much as I could.

"F-fuck" was all I could mutter as I covered my mouth again but couldn't stop my fingers, the loud sound of skin to skin, his moans getting louder. The thought of him pushing his cock into me, my hole taking every bit of him in a way to beg for his cum, the feeling of his slender fingers wrapping around my throat as he called me out for the slut I was.

The tight ball only grew in my stomach as I pushed my finger deeper feeling my wetness slightly coat my sheets, my back arching higher than ever as I imagined him using me how he liked...I had to hold back...I had to enjoy every moment I had to hear his noises. The way he knew she was loud and only wanted to hear more, practically demanding it from her.

I felt a loud gasp leave me as my free hand gripped my sheets, my hips shuttering as I felt myself tighten around my fingers once a heard the slightly strained groan leave his lips as the girl begged for him cum. I held my breath trying to hold back my moans as I heard his uneven breathing slowly leave him.

Slipping my fingers from myself I groaned softly feeling the guilt run over me again, why was I guilty? Feeling the tiredness run over me I let the feeling subside. This was something I'd keep to myself and no one would have to know about it.

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The next morning I poked at my eggs as I heard his door open, the messy hair and the same sweats but this time what caught my eye was the red scratches on his sides and the few bite marks that happened to be on his neck leaving the reddish tint, Feeling nothing but butterflies in my stomach I watched how he eyed the girl up and down as she walked to the front door, the way she purposely swayed her hips to tease him and the way he obviously enjoyed it...I felt envy..nothing but envy.

Once she walked out the door I sipped my juice "Enjoy yourself?" I asked as he turned to me before letting out a soft chuckle, Seeing him sit next to me I poured him a glass of juice "I did, I really needed it to be honest with you".

"Is that how you handle your stress?" I asked as I saw him nod while drinking his juice, sitting the glass down I felt his slightly tight grip on my shoulder "You mean to tell me you don't find a way to please yourself if you stressed?" the way he licked his lips waiting for my answer I just felt my cheeks grow hot "N-not with someone usually" that was all I could respond with.

Feeling his hand goes from my shoulder to my thigh only made my cunt ache as I watched him lean closer "Well...if you ever need some relief I surely don't want you to be afraid to ask me, I would love to hear you moan from last night except you could actually be taking my cock... believe I would work so hard just to have you cum on my cock...have you make a mess in whatever way you liked" he whispered before felt him grip my thigh a little more.

"Are you already thinking about it? hmm? are you already getting needy?" he added giving a small pout as I let out a small whimper, he knew I was...he knew that's all that went through my head at this point. I gasped feeling his hand run over my clothed nipple, feeling it harden even more I then turned to him nodding.

"you know I want your cock...you know I want you to use me like a little slut" this only made him scoff "As much as I want to, I like to go after difficult things...this that aren't just mine" he added as I felt my heart sink to my stomach before watching him get up ad go back to his room.

He knew at this point how bad I wanted him, I groaned oud enough for him to hear before slouching onto the kitchen counter. Getting up I stepped into his room before walking to his desk, I looked down at him as he lightly rocked in his swivel chair...taking a huff I then fell to my knees "Please~ please use me...I know you want to...you said it yourself" I added practically tearing up in the eye at this point.

"L-let me make you cum, Hee..please let me taste your cum" I begged gripping his thighs as I watched a smirk grow on his face "Yeah? hmm...I wouldn't mind having your lips wrapped around my cock" He smirked only making me smile as I felt him wipe my tears away "I guess I could give in just this once if it means I get to cum" he added as I felt him hod my jaw.

"T-think of it as a distraction from your stress" I whispered before taking his thumb into my mouth as I watched him lean back onto his chair "FIne, get to work then...you greedy girl". I smiled again as I began palming him before rising a little as I felt his tongue slowly slip past my lips, the warmth of his tongue swirling with mine made me grow warm, pulling away I felt the string of saliva fall on my chin before giving him a grateful smile as I slily licked his tip over his sweats as my hand pulled the tie of his strings.

taking my fingers I hooked the under his sweats pulling down the material as I viewed the aching cock "You're lucky, I've been holding this all morning..so I expect something good" he added as I felt his hand move my hair behind my ear as I nodded "I will I promise" I whined before slowly pumping him in my hands as I watched the small bead of precum slip from his slit.

Licking my lips I slowly run my tongue over his slit as I watched him suck air through his teeth "Fuck baby don't tease me like that...trying to take an advantage of my sensitive spot."

Giggling against him I slowly slipped his head into my mouth lightly sucking on it as I watched him slightly sit up in his seat before gripping my hair, I gagged as I felt my nose suddenly pushed against his abdomen but the loud groan that let him only made me try to take that last little bit.

Feeling the harsh tug at my hair I felt his cock completely leave me before I looked up at him with my now watered eyes "Actually, maybe you to good for this...maybe I'll have to fill your cunt instead" he added leaning to me as I then accepted the kiss he offered. feeling the dap of saliva fall onto my tongue I then swallowed it making him smile.

Watching him get up and step from his sweats I immediately got off my knees as he dragged me to his bed, the feeling of my back on his mattress made me yelp but I could only smile as I felt him drag me to the edge of the bed aligning me to his cock as I let out a small sigh feeling the pressure of him against my clit.

'Just fuck me already!" I added as I rocked my hips just to feel his cock run against my slit, feeling him come closer I gasped once I felt him slowly slip into me "God, you feel so fuck good around me...I have to fill you up now.." He groaned before I felt him let my bottom half fall to the bed.

I watched him push my knees to my chest before pulling out making me whine, the sudden jolt made a yelp leave me as he slammed back into my hole. My eyes rolled back as I watched hick's cock slam into me over and over, gripping his arms I dug my nails into his skin crying for more.

"Such a dirty slut, practically crying over my cock, well now you got it baby...your mine now..you belong to me only" he sighed as I did nothing but nod, the repeating moans of his name left my lips as I felt myself tighten around him watching a smirk come ono his lips.

"F-fuck such a pretty view, already making such a mess...such a small cunt creaming on my cock, is this what you wanted baby? hmm? did you want my cock?" I nodded vigorously before letting my head fall back into the pillow as his thrusts felt too good for me to focus on anything else.

Feeling my legs fall to his side I took his hand wrapping it back around my throat I slipped his thumb back into my mouth muffling my moans as I felt him push deeper, the feeling of him running in and out making my eyes roll back.

"You can't even live without me filling you up...having your pussy beg for it..you don't even have to say a word" He groaned before gripping my hip with his free hand as he hovered over me still ramming into that exact spot. He was right, I needed his cock and at this point, I'd do anything to have it.

"Can I cum! P-please, let me cum!" I cried out before biting his thumb trying to hold back my orgasm, I watched him hiss at the slight pain before nodding "Go ahead princess, make a mess for me...do it all for me" he growled before placing his forehead against mine. My eyes couldn't leave his as I was on a slight brim of tears feeling my orgasm wash through me, feeling his lips crash with mine I whimpered feeling his thrusts slow.

His forehead was slightly wet with sweat and his bottom lip slightly bleeding from how hard he was biting it "Fuck i-i'm gonna cum princess, taking me so well...my good little slut" was all he could mutter before that groan left him.

The needy groan I had only heard hours before except I finally got to feel his cum, the warmth of it filling me to the brim made me shiver, watching him slowly catch his breath I felt my heart pound in my chest...I had finally got what I had been dreaming about for months...

"M-maybe we should have more nights like these? I suggested as we both tried to catch out breath, moving the wet hair from his forehead I watched his smile with his bottom lip between his teeth "Definitely...a new roommate activity" he added making me let out a small chuckle before accepting his kisses again.

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