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celaenaeiln · 3 months ago

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Hey! I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan of your blog and I love your posts about Dick Grayson <3

I must warn that english is not my first lenguage, therefore I apologize for any mistakes that I make.

I’ve seen some posts were you mention some things that I find very interesting, and I would love to have a longer analysis on them. For example, the dynamic between Slade/Deathstroke and Dick/Nightwing, how complex their relationship truly is and some similarities it has with Bruce’s and Dick’s relationship. I would love to read a longer post analyzing this and going into more detail about it, mainly because I’m also kind of new to getting to know much of their story (I’m also kind of new to the whole fandom in general hahah). I also found very interesting something you mentioned in one of your latest posts about Superman’s relationship with Dick, and how you found it a bit more complex than the one he has with Bruce, I would love to read more about that as well! Of course only if you have the time and actually want to do it, I don’t want it to sound as if I’m making any demands hahahah.

Thank you for your time! This is actually my first time asking anything to a blog, so I hope I did alright haha

Hello and THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I would love to talk more about all of this with you!!!

For example, the dynamic between Slade/Deathstroke and Dick/Nightwing, how complex their relationship truly is and some similarities it has with Bruce’s and Dick’s relationship.

Anon's ask is based off this post where I discussed some similarities between Slade and Bruce in terms to their relationship with Dick but it wasn't really in depth.

In some ways I think Dick sees Bruce in Slade. I really don't know if Dick has made the connection between them but I think Dick is drawn to certain traits in Slade's and it subconscious at the least from his dealings with bruce. Meaning, Slade and Bruce have the same relationship with Dick as Dick has with the other. It's veiled because they're on opposite sides of the spectrum, but Dick and Slade's relationship have parallels with Dick and Bruce. We should really break this down lol.

I think the overarching component and similarity to each of their relationships with Dick, is that they see his potential to do better - to be better.

What do I mean by this - I mean that Slade and Bruce are similar in that they both see his potential and try to mold him into someone greater, but in different ways. The end result is that Bruce tests Dick's responsibility and pushes him further but still manipulative, while Slade's approach is more negatively manipulative and he tests Dick’s resilience and ethical boundaries.

So that's the first similarity - the praise and mentorship

Take a look at Slade's interactions with Dick and how he talks to him-

Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #43

He's effusive with his praise -

"You're not a fool, Grayson. Why are you pretending to be?'"

"Tricky brat...gotta admire him though. Took one chance in a million and he got away."

"Funny. Of all the titans, the one without powers proved the hardest."

The way they are to Dick, they are his consciousness. Slade is Dick's evil conscience and Bruce is his angelic conscience. (Their New Titans comics ally-ship was peak)

Deathstroke the Terminator Annual_1

Nightwing (1996) Issue #114

The New Titans (1988) Issue #86

They're nemesis, obviously, but Slade his this kind of tough love teaching going on with Dick. They're on opposite sides but he still makes him better. Dick, the hero he is now, is a consequence of the underlying teaching he learned from Slade. He's as supportive to Dick as he is ready to fight him with makes for a weird combo.

This kind of - I'll let you get your feelings out and then make you settle down - type of mentorship reminds me EXACTLY of Bruce's reaction to the Blockbuster event.

I think Dick is hooked to this type of relationship mainly because of his issues. Dick has canonical abandonment issues -

Now everyone's heard the term but what are abandonment issues?

sounds reallyyyy familiar doesn't it?

Gotham Knights Issue #14

It's very definition is basically the entirety of Dick's monologue in Gotham Knights Issue 14.

Because of his abandonment issues, Dick is a huge people pleaser. There's a comic issue which I can't remember from where he's talking to i think Kori and Kori's like 'you've done enough. you're always there for everyone, it's more than enough. Why can't you be satisfied with that.' and Dick responds along the lines of 'It's ever enough.'

So Dick on a basal level is attracted to figures of authority. He feels both the need to earn praise from them yet this desire wars with his own need to be free of them. He has control issues on top of abandonment issues. There's a comic that I forgot the name of but Dick teams up with members of the Justice League and they trapeze through a jungle under the orders of this corrupt military general. He teams up with Arthur and automatically starts commanding people to which Aquaman tells him off, saying this isn't the Titans. Dick is genuinely sorry and backs off. For a minute. But immediately goes right back into command mode but Arthur lets it go, realizing that Dick's not conscious of it and that his behaviour is automatic. "Too many leaders" he calls the situation in his head.

He's wants his freedom and control and to be acknowledged for that freedom and control just as much as he wants to be acknowledged for following orders/being a good boy.

it's fucked up.

And this all ties back into Dick's relationship with Slade paralleling Dick's relationship with Bruce.

With Bruce, this thought process is very clear and it's okay for him to think about (because he'll never admit it out loud) it because it's his mentor/best friend/father.

Dick can not think this way about Slade because he is not supposed to. Slade is his enemy. But his actions talk more than this words which is why whenever Dick allies Slade, he acts like he does with Bruce. Or atleast, he feels that way.

The Titans (1999) Issue #10

This is the time when their Dick's relationship with Bruce parallelling his with Slade is explicitly written. It's so obvious that even Roy picks up on it. Well, I shouldn't say 'even Roy' because Roy is pretty perceptive actually but the point still stands - it's obvious.

So in brief summary, Bruce and Slade's 'mentorship', if you can call Slade's as much, have parallels in their behavior and attitude towards Dick. And Dick, as a result of his issues, reacts the same way he does to Slade as he does to Bruce. Now this was all Dick's perspective of the situation, but the thing is, Bruce and Slade know Dick. They know him very well which leads to my third point.

The freaking parallel manipulation

It's so crazy how they act towards him. They both try to manipulate him -

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

Nightwing (1996) Issue #112

But you what's really messed up in their similarity between these two scenes?

It's the fact that both Slade and Bruce are trying to manipulate Dick into coming back or staying with them.

Bruce using using Alfred's death and appealing to Dick's sense of guilt over staying separated from the family in order to coerce dick into coming back into Bruce's fold. This is what Dick means when he says he's sick of the mind games.

Slade, on the other hand, is appealing to Dick's sense of justice and moral righteousness. He's using his daughter in order bring Dick to his side by teasing Dick's need to do good for others. He's coercing Dick by hanging his daughter as bait on a hook and saying 'look. The naive daughter of an evil mercenary. Don't you want to save her?' He's targeting Dick's hero complex and need to protect the vulnerable.

This makes the parallels even more disturbing because both men are well aware of how to play Dick's emotional strings to pull Dick into their sphere and gain control over him.

In summary, there are three overarching components that make Dick and Slade's relationship eerily similar to Dick and Bruce's and vice versa.

With Bruce's relationship, his mentoring is rooted in emotional support but it often borders on manipulation. He sees Dick's potential and pushes him, sometimes excessively. Because of this push-pull relationship with bruce, Dick usually feels torn between adhering to loyalty and fighting for independence. His mindset is just perpetually caught in the middle which makes it so easy for Slade to exploit because Dick’s abandonment and control issues make him crave Bruce's approval while simultaneously feeling stifled by the overbearing nature of their bond.

Slade's relationship with Dick is darker, more manipulative, and rooted in exploitation. Although Slade is sometimes mentor-like, his intentions are really not. But the confusing thing is that's not always true. Sometimes he wants the best for dick and other times he's the worst enemy. He sees Dick's potential and uses it to manipulate him for his own purposes. While Bruce appeals to Dick's guilt, Slade appeals to Dick's sense of justice and heroism.

They both share a deep understanding of Dick’s potential and vulnerabilities. They know exactly how to manipulate him emotionally—Bruce through guilt and family ties, and Slade through exploiting Dick’s need to help others. Just like how both Slade and Bruce act the same way to Dick, Dick reacts the same way to both of them because he needs what they're selling.

Both Slade and Bruce see Dick as a tool to achieve their goals - Bruce shaping him to be a protector and leader, while Slade views him as a weapon in his own fight. Dick’s response to both figures is a reflection of his deep-seated need for approval and his desire for autonomy. This makes his relationships with Bruce and Slade sooo much fun to explore. Treating your enemy like you treat your friend? Hahaha!

I'll answer the Dick and Clark question in another post because I'll definitely exceed the image count per post if I try to answer it in this one.

And thank you again, anon!! you were perfect (*^ ‿ <*)♡

#dick grayson #nightwing #slade wilson #deathstroke #bruce wayne #batman #rose wilson #ravager #cl anon asks #cl asks #thanks for the ask!

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rose-pearls · 1 year ago

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Maybe a Clarisse x reader. Where R is daughter of Nemesis? Normally being very quiet and "calm", and, as she is the daughter of the Goddess of Revenge, she helps to take revenge on those who hurt Clarisse, even in games of capture the flag, in a discreet way and they almost never find out it was her. In addition to being extremely good at chess and strategies as well. (English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake)

Hi! Thank you for your request! I had a bit of a writer block but I hope you like it!!! (Requests are open)

Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open)

Percy Jackson Taglist: @niktwazny303 (open)

Clarisse La Rue Taglist: @peanutbelley (open)

Clarisse knew everyone as camp, but there was one person that she didn’t knew as well, she was a kind of mystery that you couldn’t really understand. You had been claimed by Nemesis, a goddess who was known for revenge and strategy. It had made most campers wary of you, expect for the Hermes cabin, who had welcomed you in their cabin to stay.

She had only heard of you in passing, people complaining of how you had beaten them for the hundredth time at chess and now as she watches you beating Annabeth at chess she can’t help but want to know more about you. Apart from chess she hadn’t heard a lot about you, you were someone quiet, who liked to stay in your corner, so she didn’t pay you any mind, not thinking that you could be something that interesting. But she would be lying if she said she had never sneaked glances at you., admiring you from afar.

Clarisse knew that she wasn’t the most liked person at camp Half-blood, that title would probably be held by Luke, but she still couldn’t help but be surprised when people tried to get to her. The Hephaestus kids were the ones that brought anger to the Ares kids, just like their fathers their children couldn’t get along. But it was weird when her spear suddenly reappeared after she searched everywhere for it, it had been laying on her bed, as if she had just put it there herself. The only indication that it was the Hephaestus kids were the twin marks on their arms, a small broken circle that reminded her of the broken wheel that had appeared above your head.

She hadn’t thought about it further, only thought that they had realized how stupid they were and decided to bring it back. But as she saw a perfect ambush by the blue team getting completely destroyed by some simple smoke and something that she couldn’t pinpoint she knew that this was something bigger. She knew that the blue team had worked hard and long on this ambush, trying to get her alone to weaken her and try to get the flag that way. Just as she had been getting ready to fight back, surrounded by people of the blue team, they all saw a dark smoke coming their way and suddenly they were all on the ground holding their Achilles heel in pain, while she stood there unaffected.

The only thing she saw was a shadow moving, and the smoke following it, so after a second, she left her helmet there and followed the shadow. It took a couple of minutes of following the mysterious person before she found you in the clearing. You looked beautiful in that armor, perhaps if the color on your armor had been red it would’ve been even better.

“Why are you doing this?”, she knows it’s rude to just ask you what you are doing, but she isn’t one to talk in circles, she needs an answer. You look at her with curious eyes and she tries not to fall for them.

“What do you mean?”, she knows that you know, but that you want her to tell you what she means.

“Why are you protecting me?”, it’s difficult to say it, she never had someone really protecting her so she quickly believed she should protect herself and not count on others to do it.

“Because they wanted to hurt you and that wasn’t fair to do without you knowing what was happening and risking getting hurt,” she was speechless, for the first time in a long time. If she was honest with herself and with you, she would tell you that she probably deserves to get attacked or getting something taken from her with the way she treats people, but she doesn’t say it. Instead, she admires your features, trying to understand why you would choose to protect her of all people.

“Why me?”, this time it slips right of her tongue, without her being able to hold it back.

“Why not? Everyone needs someone on their side. I just think you deserve to have someone on your side, watching your back,” you say it with so much ease that Clarisse can’t help but blurt out the next few words.

“Be careful or I might think you have a crush on me,” she says, and she tries to say it in a teasing voice, but it comes out shaky. However, she doesn’t expect the blooming blush on your cheeks and your shy smile, making her realize that maybe you do and that is why you are protecting her.

“Wait, you do have a crush on me,” she says and for a moment she feels her heart beating faster, just like when she finished fighting with one of her siblings. Her stomach is turning into knots, and she feels her cheeks heat up.

“I do, I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable,” you look slightly ashamed, as if Clarisse could ever be mad at you for having feelings for her.

“Don’t apologize, it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable,” there is short silence that follows her words, were Clarisse tries to tell herself that she should just take the risk and go for it.

“I kind of have a crush on you too,” she says quietly, she had only admitted it to herself in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. Saying it out loud felt like a relief but it was also nerve-wracking.

You look surprised at her words, like you couldn’t believe the Ares girl could ever feel the same for you.

“Really?”, Clarisse can’t help but smile at your surprise, you looked even more beautiful like that. She gets closer to you and takes your hand, enjoying the darkening blush on your cheeks.

“Really,” she says, and she enjoys your shy smile, as you look down at your intertwined fingers.

“What do you say we go on a date sometimes? That way you can tell me all of your tricks,” Clarisse proposes, silently hoping that you will give her a chance.

“I would love that, but if I told you everything, I would have to kill you,” you say with a teasing smile and Clarisse rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“I’ll take the chance, beautiful,” she says before starting to bring you towards a secluded spot in the forest.

“Don’t you want to know who wins capture the flag?”, she hears you ask, and she turns around to find you looking at her with worried eyes, but she only shakes her head.

“Doesn’t matter at the moment, I’ve got more important things to do. And next time I will make sure to have a certain daughter of Nemesis on my team to win,” Clarisse says enjoying your satisfied smile before bringing you to her secluded spot.

Unfortunately for the other campers, this was the day an unbreakable duo was formed, you had Clarisse at the front, defending herself but mostly you. And in the shadows, there was the brain, the one that could plot a revenge better than anyone by knowing exactly what your weaknesses were. Even the gods were scared for a moment as they saw the two girls form a bond that could never be broken.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse pjo #clarrise la rue #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue x you

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livelaughlovesubs · 10 months ago

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Hiii! May i request aftercare with Dazai? Reader makes him feel like he's the most fragile thing in the world after some of the most rough sex he's ever had. Take your tiiiime🫶🏻

Hiii, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long? Anyway aftercare it is

~aftercare, fluff & taking care of dazai~

“Haaah.. you were quite something just now.” Dazai collapsed onto the bed, hands spread as he let himself fall on his back. His skin was sticky, especially his lower parts, and his muscles were sore. It hurt like hell. Everything felt so nasty, but he simply lacked the strength to get up to go to the bathroom. He noticed how the mattress sunk beneath him, then how you brushed your fingertips over his face and tugged his hair behind his ears. “Thanks, you were amazing too.” You said, smiling to yourself. How dare you act all gentle and soft like this, when you literally just blowed his brains out, when you degraded him to the point he cried?

Of course he didn’t take it to heart, he knew you never thought that way about him. So he was only putting on a show, pouting and avoiding your gaze. “Does anything hurt?” You then asked, holding his hand in yours and rubbing his palm gently. Now you were treating him like he was a sick patient, caring for him with all the tenderness in the world. “My muscles are sore, my back hurts~! I’m so tired!” He complained, curious about what you will do next. “Haha, I’ll be gentler next time.” Both of you knew it was a lie.

Despite his complains, he still stood up by himself and went to the bathroom to wash up. You smiled, then followed him with fresh new towels in your hands. The sound of water splashing against the hard floor was loud, it bounced off the walls. Even though you stared at the glass of the shower, you couldn’t see him. It has turned foggy and white. Since you also had to shower, you quickly joined him, hugging the male from behind. “What’s this? An attack?” Dazai joked, then let water run down your body too. “Don’t be silly, I’m just admiring you.” He chuckled, his confident gaze was already back. “There are a lot of things to admire about me after all.” You heard him say, then he continued with, “but you are quite charming too, not on my level though.”

“Hah, thanks?” This man, he is really something else. Somehow you’ve gotten used to his behaviour now, simply changing the topic and rubbing his back instead. “Was there something you didn’t like?” You asked him as you massaged him, he did mention that he had sore muscles right? The hot water felt great against your skin, it washed away all your tiredness. “No, everything was fine. It was good.” He replied, suddenly all serious and almost shy. “I’m glad then.”

After all that, you went out first to grab the towels and wrapped him inside one immediately. “Don’t catch a cold.” Was all you said, while drying his hair. This is weird, he didn’t have to do anything, you took care of it all again. He couldn’t tell if he liked being babied or not, though you looked like you enjoyed yourself. “If I do get sick, will you visit me and take care of me?” What a stupid question, why did he ask you something like this? Wouldn’t he seem clingy now? You answered him without missing a beat, “if you were sick I’d nurse you til you are healthy.” “Pff, what if you get sick too?” Dazai said, laughing a little. It was a reflex, he felt embarrassed. How could you say something like that with a straight face? Besides, it’s nice to know someone cares about him.

“If I got sick, I’d want you to do the same.” You stared at him expectantly, he knew what kinds answer you wanted to hear. In that moment, he would have loved to promise you that he will, but he knew better than to promise something that isn’t certain. So in the end, he just snickered, “wouldn’t that be an endless circle then?” “Well, I don’t mind.” “You are crazy.”

While you were under the shower, you felt really refreshed and awake. Now that you’ve crushed into the bed again, the sleepiness was taking over once again. Yawning as you turn to his side, snuggling up at him and holding him in your arms. “Sleep well, my love.” You whispered, cuddling him and pulling him closer to you. How unfamiliar this warmth is… yet it felt nice, he’d never resist your touch. “Sweet dreams to you too, y/n.” He mumbled, before dozing off in your embrace.

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biblicallyaccuratemeat · 1 month ago

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MDNI!!!!

A/N: Yeah…this is fucked. I apologize in advance. I love Stephen with all my heart, but I believe the man has the emotional capacity of a brick. He has the potential to be a great boyfriend but he is stubborn and dumb as fuck! I’m also trying to be a bit more introspective with my writing style so I hope I pulled that off! Stephen Strange x female reader, mentioned/past Stephen x Christine, hurt no comfort, possibly unrequited love, rough fucking, dubcon, dead dove: do not eat, Stephen is a piece of shit in this, fingering, p in v sex, rough fingering, biting, scratching, dacryphilia, mean dirty talk, no aftercare, godawful relationship dynamics at play here, friends with benefits, this shit is depressing and horny.

Word count: 5.8k

The first time it happens, you’re justifiably pissed. Because you know she exists and you know he still loves her. But he never talks about her, never mentions her, she’s a ghost as far as you’re concerned. You know he compares you to her. That eidetic memory cataloguing each reaction and cross referencing it with hers. It makes you feel sick and disgusted and used. The worst possible feeling, under your skin and visceral. You don’t say anything. You don’t bring it up. You act as if he didn’t even gasp out that soft, “Christine.” In a voice far more tender and wanting than he’s ever uttered yours.

The second time, you just feel numb. Because it is happening again and somehow it’s even worse this time. Why are you even surprised at this point? So, you screw your eyes shut and try to just focus on the feeling of him impaling you on his cock. Move on with your life and come.

It happens again and again. You don’t even care anymore, not really. At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re lying in his bed and his seed is drying between your thighs. You can feel the ache radiating off him, you can taste his yearning. It’s bitter and acrid and burns your tongue. And your stupid little heart just falls even more in love with him. Can you really be angry if you’re willingly putting yourself into this situation? Fool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, you’ll still let him fuck you on every available surface of the Sanctum.

Like clockwork, another Saturday night and another text from Stephen, inviting you over. Inviting is really a generous term, his texts are brief and straight to the point just like the rest of him. So, when your phone buzzes with a ‘ Come over.’ you all but scramble to your feet. You’re long past trying to impress him, trying to earn his favor or a compliment. So, you head to the Sanctum dressed in a casual outfit consisting of sweatpants and some old t-shirt. The cab ride isn’t long and you find yourself outside 177A Bleecker Street, a weird pit sinking into your stomach.

You let yourself in as always, expertly navigating the winding hallways of the old building. You find him in his study, standing by the window, staring out at the dark New York skyline. The city lights flickered and danced, reflecting in the glass and casting an ethereal glow across his chiseled features. He took a sip of whiskey—his drink of choice, even if it did little to numb the ache in his chest.

He heard the door open behind him and knew it was you. The soft click of the latch, followed by the gentle swish of fabric as you entered the room. A part of him wished to turn, to greet you with warmth and affection. But he remained still, feigning disinterest as he gazed into the night. It wasn't that he didn't care for you. In truth, you had grown close—intimately so. Nights spent tangled in his sheets, lost in the throes of passion and physical pleasure. But Stephen could never quite give his heart away, no matter how much his body craved your touch.

You deserved someone who could love you wholly and completely. And though Stephen admired your strength, your intellect, your unwavering loyalty—he could not give you the one thing he knew you yearned for. A majority of his heart still belonged to Christine—trapped in the past, frozen in time. He finished his drink, setting the glass aside before finally turning to face you. His eyes raked over your form, taking in the curves he knew so well. The swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the way your hips swayed as you approached him.

“I wasn’t sure if you'd be coming over tonight." His voice was low, tinged with a hint of something almost resembling tenderness. But his eyes remained guarded—shielded, as if daring you to press for more.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his cool demeanor, this was the game, the chase, if you could call it that. Was it really a chase if you’d willingly throw yourself at his feet if he so much as asked? You clear your throat, stepping further into the opulent room, running a fingertip along some old leather-bound tome perched on one of the many bookshelves lining the walls. “You asked me to come over, so I did,” You say, carefully neutral, not daring to toe the line yet, “I can leave, if you want…?”

You sneak a glance at him, praying to whatever God that was listening that you didn’t sound and look as pathetic as you feel. He’s not even looking at you anymore, fuck. Taking a deep breath you step closer, maintaining a somewhat respectful distance. You learned early on, you have to let him come to you. Maybe he preferred initiating, maybe it was the way you approached it. Your traitorous mind begins to wander, what was it like with her ? Did he let her take the lead? Probably.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance between your bodies. Bingo , he was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Stephen reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he removed your hand from the book. His thumb lingered on your knuckles for a moment before he let his hand fall away.

"Leave?" He echoed, his gravelly voice dripping with disbelief. "Why would I ask you to come over if I wanted you to leave?"

It was a rhetorical question—one Stephen didn't expect an answer to. Instead, he took another step closer, invading your personal space as he loomed over you. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt or dissatisfaction. But he saw none. Only tentative playfulness and a spark of something deeper—something Stephen refused to acknowledge. His heart belonged to Christine, and you knew that. You were his confidante, his lover, his outlet—but never his partner in the way that truly mattered.

“Stay." It wasn't a request, but a command. Firm and unwavering, just like everything else about him. "You're not going anywhere. We both know you don't want to."

His hand found your waist, fingers splaying across the curve of your hip as he held you against him. Stephen's other hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the brush of his fingers against your cheek sending a shiver down your spine. You melt in his arms, preening under his attention like a flower in sunshine. You wish it was easier to resist him, that you could put on the same aloof act and leave him wanting, but you can’t. It’s not in your nature and you’re sure you’d never say no to him, never deny him. He could hurt you, break you, shape you into something, someone unrecognizable. And you’d stay, you’d let it happen, you’d fucking thank him.

You tilted your head, gazing up at Stephen with an ideally playful smirk that played at the corners of your lips. "You’re infuriatingly bossy," you murmured, your voice a low, teasing purr. "Good thing you're utterly gorgeous, or I swear your arrogance would drive me up the wall. As it is..."

You trailed off, letting your words hang in the air between you. You couldn't deny the way your heart raced at his proximity, or the heat gathering between your thighs. Stephen had a certain magnetism, a charisma that drew you in. And you’d never get enough of him, you were addicted. The high you got from his praise, his touch, his attention…it was your own personal drug, heady and just for you. Your small hand came up to rest against his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. You bit your lower lip, glancing away briefly before meeting his gaze again with a wry, almost challenging smile. "No one else could get away with being so damn bossy. But you? With your pretty eyes and gray hairs?"

You reached up to wind your fingers through the gray locks at his temple, your nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Leaning in closer, you nuzzled your nose against his jaw, breathing in the scent of his cologne—a mix of sandalwood, pepper, and something undeniably magical.

"Guess that's why I keep allowing you to invite me over."

As you spoke, your hand drifted lower, fingers splaying across Stephen's stomach. You could feel the hard planes and ridges you’ve come to know so intimately. Your touch lingered at the waistband of his pants before drifting back up to hook a finger in his collar. "And the real question is, Doctor Strange, what are you going to do with me now that you've got me here?" you asked, your voice a breathless tease. You arched a brow, awaiting his answer with anticipation simmering in your eyes.

You’d never met Christine, but you saw her in the news occasionally and once you found a picture of her in Stephen’s nightstand. She was gorgeous, because of course she was, and you picked up the vibe that she was witty like Stephen. So, you try to play it coy, teasing and flirty, hoping he’ll get off on it the way he got off with Christine. If he does, maybe, just maybe he’ll love you as much as he loved her, if not more.

Stephen's eyes darkened with unconcealed hunger as they roamed over your curves, his gaze lingering on every dip and swell. Your teasing words and playful touches ignited a fire within him—one that could never be entirely quenched, no matter how many nights you spent tangled in his bed. Admittedly, he had always been drawn to you—your intelligence, your wit, your unshakable spirit. On the nights when the darkness threatened to consume him, he sought solace in your arms. Found a different kind of escape in the way your body moved beneath his, in the breathy moans that slipped past your lips. But Stephen could never quite bring himself to cross that invisible line. To bare his soul completely and lay it at your feet. A part of him remained closed off, forever locked away in the past. Still bound to Christine, even as his hands explored the soft skin of your thighs. Your finger in his collar drew him back to the present, and Stephen caught your gaze with a look that spoke of unbridled desire. In the space between your bodies, he could feel the air crackling with tension, heavy with promise.

His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him as he leaned in to nuzzle your neck. Stephen's lips brushed against your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin as he inhaled your scent—sweet and floral, with a hint of something uniquely you.

"If you wanted a man with subtlety, perhaps you shouldn't have come to me," Stephen murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent vibrations through your body. "But since you're here..."

In one swift motion, he swept you into his arms, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom. Stephen kicked the door shut behind him, leaving you both alone in the dimly lit space. He lowered you onto the bed, his body covering yours as he settled between your parted thighs. Stephen's eyes held yours captive, his gaze intense and consuming. There was no tenderness in his expression—only a raw, fierce hunger that made your heart race. His hands began to wander, mapping out the curves he knew so well. Stephen's fingers danced along your ribs before cupping the heavy weight of your breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing against the peaks of your nipples until they strained against the fabric of your bra and your shirt. Stephen leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck as he began to trace a path of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to the lobe of your ear. He nipped at the tender flesh, soothing the sting with his tongue before whispering, "Now, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until my name is the only word you remember."

His words go straight to your pussy, hot and gooey and slick. The butterflies in your belly fluttering downwards. It was a promise and a threat all in one, delivered in the same low, gravelly tone that never failed to make your toes curl. Stephen's hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants to cup your cunt through your panties. He could feel the damp heat of you, could sense the way your body responded to his touch. You wish you could be embarrassed by how soaked you were, how needy and pliant you became whenever he shoved a hand down your pants. And you knew that he would gladly take advantage of your weakness for him, he’d do it without a second thought or your permission.

"This is my pussy to wreck, and wreck it I will."

It wasn't a request. It wasn't even a question. Stephen knew you would give yourself to him—mind, body, and soul. And though he could never reciprocate the depth of your devotion, he would take what you offered and give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. With a low growl, Stephen captured your mouth in a searing kiss—one that demanded surrender and promised ecstasy. His tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a dance as old as time. Stephen's hands never stilled, continuing to stroke and tease, to knead and caress every inch of exposed skin until your body was aching with need. It was unfair how easily he worked your body, like an instrument only he knew to play. On the rare occasions you went down on him, took his fat dick in your mouth or gave him a hand job as you crouched under his desk, he barely gave you a semblance of a reaction. You couldn’t get a read on him, didn’t know if he liked it or hated it, if he wanted more or for you to stop. His face was impassive, save for the occasional twitch of his eyebrow or that little vein in his temple popping. Whereas you were maybe too enthusiastic, too loud. There was a part of you though, that’s glad you don’t know what’s going on his mind, because you’re almost certain you wouldn’t like it.

You arched your back, a breathy moan escaping your lips as Stephen's hands and mouth worked over your sensitive skin. Under his expert touch, you could feel your body melting, growing pliant and eager. Your tits heaved with each ragged breath you took, nipples straining against the flimsy fabric of your lacy bra. Stephen wasted no time in divesting you of your top, yanking it a bit too roughly over your head as his impatience got the better of him. Cool air hit your flushed skin and you shivered, goosebumps erupting across the expanses of your flesh. Stephen's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of you, hot and hungry, taking in every dip and curve.

"Stephen..." You gasped out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. And it was a prayer, just as much as Stephen was your god, cruel and benevolent all at once. Your fingers clenched in his dark hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp as you held him to your chest. Stephen's mouth found your nipple, his lips wrapping around the rosy peak before he sucked hard through the lace of your bra, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. You could feel the heat gathering between your thighs, core clenching and fluttering around nothing. Stephen's hand dipped lower, fingers brushing against your panty-clad mound. He could no doubt feel the embarrassing damp patch darkening the fabric, could sense the need that throbbed in your veins.

"Please," You whimpered, hips rolling instinctively into his touch. "Please, Stephen..."

You knew you should feel self-conscious and you wish you would, splayed out beneath him like a feast for the taking. But all your idiotic brain could focus on was the way he made you feel—consumed, alive, undone. Stephen owned every piece of you in that moment, and you knew he knew it.

You feel a bit helpless as your breathing grows heavier, strands of hair plastered to your damp forehead. You gazed up at him with hooded doe eyes, your nose just inches from his. You looked young, innocent even— a far cry from the experienced woman you had become in his bed. But right then, all you wanted was for Stephen to take you, to fill you, to make good on all his promises. Though he knows he shouldn’t, Stephen can’t help but silently compare your reactions to Christine’s. It’s second-nature at this point and his eidetic memory is a burden in moments like this. He always, always, always compared the memory of her to you. The way the pitch of your laugh is strikingly similar to hers, the way your skin flushes in different spots under his gaze than hers did, the taste of your cunt, the way you feel coming apart on his cock. You’re a pretty distraction, not necessarily a cheap substitute, he made sure of that. He took his time, ensuring there were plenty of differences, many ways you were nothing like her at all.

Stephen's heart clenched as he listened to the desperation in your voice. The way you gasped and arched beneath him, your body surrendering to the pleasure he inflicted, stirred something deep within him—some instinct to possess and conquer. He knew he should be gentler, should cherish and worship your body with the reverence it deserved. But Stephen was consumed by a hunger that far outweighed simple appreciation. If you wanted to be worshipped, you would have gone to a different kind of man, but no, you came to him. And he needed to ruin you in the most basic, visceral way imaginable.

Icy eyes raked over you, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. The way your tits heaved and strained against the confines of your bra, begging to be freed. Stephen's shaky hands made quick work of the clasp, the scrap of lace falling away to reveal the perfect globes of your flesh. He couldn't help but compare them silently to Christine's, as he always did. Not that it mattered—not with the way your nipples pebbled under his searing gaze, begging for his touch.

Irreverently, Stephen's mouth found your nipple, engulfing the rosy peak as he sucked hard. He groaned against your breast as he felt the dampness of your arousal grow tenfold, your body already so eager and ready for him. Stephen circled your clothed slit, feeling your hips buck instinctively into his touch. The way you whimpered his name, the breathless desperation in your voice, only fueled his own desire.

Stephen's cock throbbed insistently against the confines of his pants, straining towards you like there was some kind of magnetic pull between your flesh. He was achingly hard, painfully aroused—every fiber of his being focused on the stunning creature splayed out before him. With a muttered curse, he practically ripped your panties from your body, leaving you bare and exposed. Stephen settled between your parted thighs, the thick ridge of his erection nestling perfectly against your soaked, swollen folds.

He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your gasps and whimpers as his fingers dipped between your legs. Stephen's digits slid through your slick arousal, stroking and circling your sensitive clit until your hips began to grind urgently against his hand. He settled over you, the scorching heat of his bare skin searing yours. Stephen's lips found the tender spot on your neck, his mouth open and hungry as he suckled and nipped at the delicate flesh. He thrusted his fingers deep into your hot, clasping pussy. Stephen pumped in and out of your channel, curling and stroking that spot within you that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. His other hand drifted down to the straining bulge in his pants, palming his cock through the fabric before finally freeing it from its confines. Stephen knew you could feel every thick, throbbing inch of him as he ground against you—could sense the way his body ached to be buried inside you.

You’re in raptures, trembling and arching and writhing beneath him. His mouth on your tit and fingers on your cunt could probably make you come right now if he tried. But you know he won’t, he lived for the build up, for the opportunity to show you how well he knows your body and how desperate he can make you. You moan eagerly, spreading your thighs wider to accommodate Stephen, “Yes, right there,” You sigh out dreamily, eyes fluttering shut and arching into his hand and mouth. You can hear the shlicking of his other hand, wet from your cunt, wrapped around his dick as he strokes it in tandem with his fingers. He groans, fuck he finally makes a fucking noise, and you whine in response, pussy leaking in delight.

“Fuck, Christine,” he grunts around your tit, and he’s committed to it, not even hesitating to murmur out that name. You freeze, your heart plummeting into your stomach, the fever Stephen was stoking beneath your skin doused in cold water. Your hands in his hair drop, sitting uselessly by your side as you try to swallow what feels like shards of glass.

“What the fuck?” You whisper, voice thick, trying to stave off the tears of shame and hurt welling up in your eyes, “Are you fucking for real?” You wanted to sound angry, but it comes out small and pathetic, almost whiny. Your cheeks burn with shame as you gaze at the man above you, silently begging for an explanation that won’t shatter your heart into a million irreparable pieces.

The utterance of Christine's name slipped out before Stephen could stop it—the ghost of her memory still lingering, even now. He cursed himself for the slip, watching the color drain from your face as you stared up at him with wounded eyes. In that moment, Stephen felt a pang of guilt, a twinge of regret. But it was quickly replaced by something darker—the frustrated rage of a man who had lost control. Lost control of his heart, his life, his very identity.

Stephen surged forward, his fingers plunging deeper into your dripping cunt as his cock jerked angrily against your thigh. He could feel the way your silken walls clenched around his digits, hear your gasp of hurt morph into a moan of reluctant pleasure. You didn’t want to like this, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction or let it slide that he just fucking moaned her name. His touch turned rougher, more demanding. Stephen's palm ground mercilessly against your clit as he finger-fucked you with sharp, brutal thrusts. He could feel the wet, obscene slap of flesh against flesh as he violated your cunt.

"Stop being ridiculous," Stephen growled, his voice a low, furious rumble. "You think I don't know what I want? You think I can't tell the difference between you and..."

He trailed off, swallowing the rest of Christine's name as if it left a bitter taste on his tongue. Stephen's eyes flashed with anger, his expression tight and unyielding as he loomed over you.

"And who else would I be calling out to, sweetheart? Who else would I be begging for? Certainly not you," he taunted, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers. Stephen knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. You whimper at his words, bottom lip trembling. You’re going to fucking cry, you know that much, and you’ll probably come too. His other hand drifted up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but firm and possessive. Stephen's thumb brushed over your racing pulse, feeling it jump beneath his touch.

"You are the one in my bed, sweetheart. You are the one spreading your legs for me, begging me to fill you. So stop your whining, and take what I give you." It was a command, not a request. Stephen's voice was rough with barely restrained lust, his eyes burning into yours with a fierceness that made your heart stutter. You feel a mixture of terror, anger, hurt, and traitorous arousal. Damn him, damn his silver tongue, his gorgeous face, damn Stephen Strange. Most of all, damn the fact that you hadn’t met him first. It was unlikely and nearly impossible that you would have, but you’d like to imagine if you had…He’d love you, you’d be married, three kids, white picket fence. The whole nine yards and you wouldn’t have to exist with this fucking rain cloud looming over you.

He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, bringing them up to his mouth. Stephen licked them clean with a low moan, his tongue swirling around the digits to lap up every drop of your arousal. Then, positioning himself at your entrance, Stephen gripped your hips bruisingly tight and thrust forward— burying himself to the hilt inside your perfect, velvety heat with one ruthless stroke. Hot, bitter tears slipped down your flushed cheeks as you lay there, frozen beneath Stephen. Your heart felt like it was being carved out of your chest with each ragged breath. It hurt, God did it hurt, knowing you were just a poor imitation in his eyes. But despite the anguish clawing at your throat, you found yourself arching your back, hips tilting up to take him deeper.

You couldn't explain it nor did you really want to acknowledge it, but some dark, masochistic part of you reveled in the brutal way he wrecked your body. As if proving he could still want you, even if it was just for the physical act. You bit your lip hard, tasting blood, as he began to move. Each violent thrust sent waves of reluctant pleasure radiating through you, making you clench and quiver around his pistoning cock. You kept crying, pathetic and stretched out, lost to the sensations, to the heartbreak.

"I hate you, I hate her, I hate this whole fucked up thing," You whimpered brokenly, even as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You clung to him, fingernails digging into the bunched muscles of his back, anchoring yourself against the overwhelming sensations. More insults spilled from your lips between hitching sobs and choked moans. Apologies for not being her. For failing to live up to some unattainable standard only Stephen could see.

But even through the pain and the tears, you submitted to his brutal pace. Your body betrayed you, surrendering to the searing slide of Stephen's cock splitting you open. You could feel every thick, throbbing inch of him, stretching you in ways that edged pleasure and agony. The wet, filthy sounds of your cunt filled the room, a perverse symphony of slick skin slapping against skin and strangled cries etched with despairing ecstasy. You fought an internal battle, torn between not wanting to come, not wanting to give him the satisfaction and the bone deep, all consuming burn of needing to do just that like you needed oxygen.

Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but your body sang with a life of its own. Stephen owned it, possessed it, fucking you with a single-minded intensity that stole your breath and shattered your composure. You were just a vessel for his lust, a set of holes to pour his frustration into. And God help you, but some dark, secret part of you liked being used like this. Needed to be punished, to feel his fury and his hate and all the things he could never put into words. You buried your face in his shoulder, biting down hard on the corded muscle to muffle your sobs. The taste of his skin, the scent of him—pepper and smoke and something uniquely Stephen—flooded your senses. You inhaled deeply, drowning in him, even as you wept for the woman you could never be. You felt so fucking tired, so utterly exhausted down to your very soul. But your body was a liar, writhing and bucking beneath his brutal assault, chasing an impossible climax. You knew you were going to come harder than you ever had before and the fact left you feeling mortified.

"Fuck you," You choked out, voice raw and ragged. "Fuck you for making me feel like this. For reducing me to this...this thing. I love you. I fucking love you."

You didn't know if you said it out loud or just screamed it in your head, trapped in the hell of your own making. All you knew was the searing ache between your legs, the cruel twist in your guts, and the overwhelming, inescapable truth that you were hopelessly in love with Stephen Strange. A love that consumed you, body and soul, even as it destroyed you.

Stephen got off on your anger, got off on your tears, it spurred him on and he couldn’t help but continue to moan Christine’s name, each one raising in volume. You were an ache, an appetite, a means to an end for him. Nothing more, nothing less. Stephen ignored your anguished sobs and hateful words, lost in the silken heat of your body as he pounded into you without mercy. He could feel your nails raking down his back, your legs clinging desperately to his waist as he split you open on his throbbing cock.

Each brutal thrust sent jolts of reluctant pleasure coursing through you, your cunt clenching and fluttering around him like a vice. Stephen groaned at the exquisite sensation, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. He was fucking you with a single-minded intensity, determined to ruin your body utterly and completely. Even as he lost himself in your cunt, memories of her haunted him—the way her voice would catch on a moan, the hot stickiness of her cunt around his cock. But you were here now, writhing and mewling beneath him, taking everything he gave you without a word of true protest.

Stephen tangled a hand in your hair, wrenching your head back to bare the slender column of your throat to his hungry mouth. He bit and suckled at the tender skin, marking you, claiming you as his if only on a superficial level. His other hand drifted down to where you were joined, fingers finding your aching clit and rubbing merciless circles over the swollen nub.

"That's it," Stephen growled, his voice a dark, sinful rumble against your throat. "Take it all, you little slut. Take everything I give you."

He could feel your body drawing taut, could sense your impending orgasm building like a storm deep in your belly. You tried to stave off the impending ecstasy, screwing your eyes shut and whimpering but that only encouraged him. Stephen pistoned his hips faster, fucking into you with sharp, brutal thrusts that struck sparks off his nerve endings. Lost in a haze of lust and longing and bitter, twisted memories, Stephen thought he heard you whisper that you loved him. But it couldn't be—that must be some cruel trick of his imagination. He was too far gone, too consumed by the tight, velvet grip of your cunt to pay it any mind. Instead, Stephen lost himself in the debauched symphony of skin slapping against skin, of your strangled sobs and gasps. He chased his pleasure in the slick, fluttering heat of your pussy, the way your body opened and surrendered and begged for more.

You come harder than you ever have in your life, body convulsing uncontrollably as you sob and hiccup beneath Stephen. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks, dripping off your chin and onto the sweat-slicked sheets. You weakly push at his chest, still reeling from the intensity of your climax, anger and overwhelming heartache coursing through your veins. You try to regain some semblance of composure. Your hair a wild, just-fucked mess around your blotchy, tear-streaked face. You feel utterly wrecked, inside and out, your soul laid bare and your body defiled by his brutal fucking.

“I love you, you arrogant, infuriating bastard. I must be out of my goddamn mind…” You whisper hoarsely, the words torn from the depths of your shattered heart. Your fingers curl into the sweat-soaked sheets, craving something—anything—to anchor yourself to reality. With a harsh, guttural moan, Stephen came hard and deep—his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilled himself inside you. He flooded your womb with his hot, thick seed, his hips rocking shallowly against yours as he rode out the waves of his release.

In the aftermath, Stephen collapsed against you, his weight crushing you into the mattress. He could feel your tears soaking into his chest, hear your choked, trembling breaths as you fought to regain your composure.

But Stephen didn't offer any words of comfort or reassurance. Instead, he simply rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving and sweat glistening on his skin. Silently, he cursed himself for letting Christine's memory intrude, for reducing you to this weepy, pathetic thing. But Stephen knew, with a dark and twisted sense of satisfaction, that he would fuck you like this again. He would use your body for his pleasure, would make you cry over and over until there was no question of how either of you felt.

“I'm going to leave.” The words left your chapped lips in a hoarse whisper, your voice ragged from your sobs of anguish and moans of rapture. Part of you prayed, foolishly perhaps, that Stephen would reach out and ask you to stay. That he would pull you close, whisper that he did, in fact, love you too and he could finally forget all about Christine. But you couldn't linger here, not with the bitter taste of tears still fresh on your tongue and the lingering ache of his possession throbbing between your thighs. You needed to escape this gilded cage before the cruel whims of his desire trapped you forever.

So you pushed yourself up on quivering arms, the silk sheets tangling around your thighs as you levered your form off the bed. You didn't dare look back at Stephen as you gathered your scattered clothes, fingers fumbling to tug your t-shirt back on. You couldn't bear to see the surface-level hunger in his eyes, the flickering ghosts of a love long lost. Or worse, the apathetic indifference. And he doesn’t call out, he doesn’t stop you, he doesn’t say goodbye. You know as much as you know the sun will rise tomorrow, that when he beckons you once more, you’ll come without question and relive this all over again.

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winnisblur · 2 months ago

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“Love me, Love you, Let me love you..”

pairing ❤︎ : gender neutral reader X nicholas. w.c ❤︎: 4.5k. synopsis ❤︎: at first, he came off as someone so innocent and so nice, but now he’s haunting you with his obsession.

this fic includes ❤︎: smut so MDNI, insecurity, toxicity, possession and obsession, reader is oblivious, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping(?), nicho is a yandere(sort of), reader is tired, reader wants to escape(fails to do so), nicholas is inexperienced, bad oral giving(reader receives), he cums untouched like twice or three times in his pants, somnophilia, unprotected sex, cumming inside, porn no plot, nicho calls ur privates “cunny” and etc.

warnings ❤︎: english isn’t my first language, so srry about any mistakes in the story, this fic is inspired by “massive attack - angel” oh, and this is word vomit && not really proof read !!.

The rain was coming down, lashing against the panes of his window like an eternal drummer in the grayish gloom. A momentary light of a lamp cast on the walls around the outlines of Nicholas's face stared at you in wide-eyed amazement and with something else there that was not quite right. "You have come for me," he whispered, trembling as if his voice were a prayer. "I knew it when I saw you.”

Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling heavy on your chest. You wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but the intensity in his gaze rooted you in place. "Nicholas, I—"

"You don't have to say anything," he cut you off, stepping closer. "You don't even realize it, do you? How perfect you are. How much I need you."

The sound inside your head, mingling with the haunting melody of Massive Attack's "Angel," which he would play on repeat whenever you two were together. The repetitive rhythm, the hypnotic hum of "love you, love you." felt like a cage, keeping you hostage in this weird, suffocating reality.

You came across Nicholas accidentally, or as he would later put it, by fate. He was unobtrusive, almost invisible within the throng, yet something about his eyes when they followed you sent a chill up your spine. It wasn't malicious-not in the beginning. It was like he wanted to learn you, engraving in his memory all the small particulars that constituted you.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he had said during your first real conversation. His voice was soft, almost timid, but there was an edge to it, like a spark waiting to ignite.

You laughed it off nervously, brushing off his words as harmless admiration. But as the weeks wore on, his attention became suffocating. He knew things about you that you hadn't told him-your favorite drink, the route you took to work, the songs you hummed absent-mindedly. "I just notice things," he explained when you confronted him, his smile disarming. "Is it so wrong to care?"

It wasn't care. It was obsession.

"I see it now," he said one night, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch your face. "You're my angel. You're here to save me."

"Nicholas, stop," you said, pulling away, but he followed, his movements wild and unpredictable. "Don't you get it?" he asked, his voice shattering. "I've been alone my whole life. No one ever stays. No one ever sees me. But you—you're different. You're everything."

In his words, there had formed this uncomfortable interplay of vulnerability and possession. You wanted to comfort him, to help him see he didn't have to save himself with you. But the more you tried, the tighter he held onto you. "You really think you can just walk away?" he said one night, his voice colder than you'd ever heard. "After everything I've given you? After everything we've been through?" Your heart was racing in your chest as he took another step closer, his shadow cast over you. "Nicholas, I never asked for any of this. I didn't—"

"Don't lie to me," he snarled, raising his voice. "You do care. I see it in your eyes. You're just too afraid to admit it.” The room was much smaller, much heavier. In his voice, the desperation wrapped itself in a tight, throttling vice-a hold that made breathing just a little harder.

And each time you turned for the door, he'd bring you back by the strings of words, muddling with your reality until your perception of what is wouldn't matter any longer. “You think I'm the problem?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with venom. "You're the one who's running away. You're the one who can't handle love."

"I'm not running," you protested weakly, but the conviction in your voice was waning. "Yes, you are," he insisted, stepping closer. "But it's okay. I understand. Love is scary. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you to see it, to see me.” He was blurring lines between his love and his control, entangling you deeper into a web that he had been weaving.

It all boiled down to that stormy night when "Angel" was softly playing in the background, Nicholas standing before you, his face unreadable. "I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice shaking. "I can't be what you want me to be.". He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You don't mean that," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I do," you said, your resolve hardening. "This isn't love, Nicholas. This is-something else." His face twisted in a mix of hurt and anger. "Don't you dare say that," he hissed, stepping closer. "Don't you fucking dare.”

For the first time, you had seen the cracks in his façade, the raw desperation that fueled his obsession. He wasn't merely in love with you; he was consumed by you. "You're my angel," he whispered, his voice finally breaking. "You're supposed to save me."

"What if I can't?" you said, tears streaming down your face. "What if I'm not who you think I am?” He didn't answer; his silence was far more terrifying than any words he could have said.

You eventually stayed-not because you wanted to but because you felt you had no choice. His words, his actions, his love-all leaked into your mind and remolded your reality until you could no longer know where you stopped and he began. "You are mine," he would whisper, one night, as you lay beside him, your body stiff and unyielding. "And I am yours. Forever."

The words swam in your mind, entwining with the haunting melody of "love you, love you…" You closed your eyes, the weight of his love pressing down on you like a stone. You couldn’t run away from him, even though his love felt like a dangerous spider’s web, holding you hostage in it’s white webs, but still…there was a small side of you, a sick side of you that loved being here, being his and only his, away from the “dark and cruel world and people trying to steal you from me.” as he would have said it. But, in your mind…you still wanted to escape. Be freed from his suffocating love, maybe one day…when the time comes.

The moon was low, a pale witness to the trembling of your resolution. The endless forest stretched before you, the shadows twisting like grasping fingers toward your soul. You wrapped your coat close to your body, the cold air nipping at your skin, but the chill was nothing against the fear thrumming in your veins.

You had finally decided to run.

And Nicholas's words continued to haunt your mind, at once haunting and relentless:

"I'll always find you."

Wasn't a promise, was certainty. But you had to try.

Breathing in ragged gasps, feet stumbling out over roots and rocks-the very ground rising up against you-the louder running sounded, the more deafeningly silent it fell, as even the forest seemed to hold its breath. “Hunting me down," you thought, the lyrics from a song Nicholas used to hum under his breath surfacing unbidden. "Like a deer in the night."

It was cruelly ironic now.

You had not planned this out perfectly, and how could you? Every moment spent under Nicholas's watchful eyes was a show, every step calculated to appease suspicion. Tonight, though, he had tumbled into one of his rare restless sleeps, and you had seized the opportunity in its grasp. The cabin was well behind you now, the oppressive walls replaced with the suffocating embrace of the woods. You thought you just might have a chance-until you heard the snap of a branch behind you.

Your heart stopped.

"N-Nicholas." you whispered low, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. A shadow moved in the distance, too fast to catch. "What is it that you are so afraid of?" his voice had once teased, soft and coaxing. You knew now that he was asking for nothing else but submission, not assurance.

You fell again, scratching your knees on the ground. The pain was sharp yet kept you running. Nicholas had always been watching. Even now, as you ran into the dark, you felt his gaze on your back, like a weight. "Do you think that you can hide from me?"

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, low and even, playing with its victim. Your breath caught as you spun around, searching for him. But there was nothing—just shadows and the echo of his voice. "You're mine," he said, closer this time. "You always will be."

Before you could take another step, his hand closed around your wrist. The world tilted as he pulled you back, and you collided with his chest. His arms wrapped around you like a vice, unyielding and inescapable. “Why are you running, angel?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with something darker.

"I…" You couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. “Do you have any idea what it's like," he continued, "to lose something you love? To lose your angel?" You swallowed hard, and the tears pricked at your eyes. "I'm not your angel, Nicholas.”

"But you are," he said, his fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with an intensity twisted in your stomach. "And you're mine." He carried you back to the cabin, paying little heed to your protests. The creak of the cabin door let in the chill of the forest, but was replaced almost immediately with the suffocating warmth of the small space. Nicholas carried you inside, his arms unwavering against your quiet struggles. He sets you down on the old, worn couch, the touch of his hands on your arms not letting go until he takes a step back.

He stood there, silent, as his eyes roved over you. The dirt smeared across your cheeks, the scrapes on your knees bleeding through your torn clothes—your entire form trembling with exhaustion and fear. His expression shifted, softening with something close to anguish. “Look at you,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “You’re hurt.”

You didn’t respond, too drained to meet his gaze.

Nicholas dropped to his knees in front of me, moving with a slowness and a care that was almost insulting, as if he still expected me to take off running. His hands hovered over my legs before carefully lifting your knees to survey the damage. At the sight of blood covering skin, his jaw clenched. "You didn't have to do this," he whispered, his voice breaking on something that sounded a lot like betrayal. "You didn't have to run."

You winced when his thumb swept over a particularly tender scrape, but he didn't back off. Instead he stood and vanished into the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp cloth, a first-aid kit, and a change of clothes. "This will sting," he said softly, as if soothing a child.

The material grazed your knee, and you hissed at the quick sting. Nicholas' other hand instinctively shifted to steady you, laying lightly on your thigh. "So fragile," he whispered, his gaze darting up to yours. His eyes were aflame with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Why do you make me hurt you like this?"

Your throat went tight, but you said nothing.

"You can't leave me," he said, his voice cracking for the first time. "Don't you see? You're the only thing keeping me alive." Your heart ached despite yourself. His desperation was suffocating, but it was also painfully human. "You don't love me, Nicholas," you said, your voice shaking. "You love the idea of me."

He flinched as if you'd struck him, his fingers loosening a moment before closing again. "No," he said, his head shaking. "You don't understand. I need you." Maybe you were prey. Maybe you had been the whole time. Because no matter what, you couldn’t out run him, out smart him, he was always two steps ahead of you. You couldn’t outrun the hunter in your heart that was stabbing you, in the heart constantly.

When he was done cleaning your wounds and your small argument between you two, Nicholas set the cloth aside and gently lifted you into his arms once more. You wanted to protest, but fortunately, your body betrayed you and was too exhausted to fight. He carried you to the bedroom; the air was heavy with unspoken words. He set you down on the edge of the bed, knelt again, brushed the dirt off your legs, and slipped clean clothes right next to you. “Arms up, angel.” Nicholas softly cooed. You reluctantly raised your arms up in defeat, waiting for his next move which his warm fingertips ghostly tracing the bare skin exposed beneath your sweater, pulling it up and off so gently and carefully. He continued until you were only left in your underwear, shivers ran down your spine once the harsh coldness of the room began to creep underneath your skin. Nicholas could only giggle at the sight of you, shivering and curling up into a ball, goosebumps all over your skin, you looked so small and helpless, which was making all the blood in his body travel all the way down to his dick. His dick throbbed against his underwear, aching to be freed from the tight restraint, not to mention he had little to no experience in sex, meaning his poor swollen reddish-pinkish tip is currently leaking so much pre-cum, you’d think he was cumming just from the sight of you shivering and bare body…or maybe he actually was doing that, that is if you could see it if he pulled it out right now and started fucking you, but he’s too much of a coward anyways. Thinking you’d run away again, hate him even more if you found out he can’t pleasure you sexually to your liking, and he isn’t a fast learner, two disadvantages against him right now.

“I- I just need to…touch you.” he said, mostly to himself since you seemed out of it, like you’ve finally accepted your reality and that this is not just a foolish nightmare that you would’ve to be woken up from. His guilt was eating away inside of him, the guilt for having such lewd thoughts about you when you’re in such a vulnerable state right now, like you haven’t been in that state since he gaslit and manipulated you into moving far away from the city, but he turned a blind to that and continued in his delusions that you were perfectly fine and happy with him. But the urge…the urge to just touch you, taste you, feel himself inside of you was stronger than his willpower to stop.

He bent down on his knees hurriedly, facing your clothes privates, or “cunny” as he would like…no, love to call it. Your underwear had hid all of you, all of your soft-to-the-touch cunny, and don’t ask him how he knows it’s soft, he just does. He liked it when his fingers trace around your private, the way you’d shiver under his touch, the way a small sound slipped from your mouth when he poked it. He shuffled, shifting his position to be more comfortable as he brought his jaw closer to your privates, licking it through your underwear, and an embarrassingly loud moan came from him once his tongue could semi-taste your wetness. At first, he was gentle, barely lapping at you, he kept licking like a small kitten, burying his nose deep inside, getting high just from the scent of your cunny. His eyes flicked up every now and then, watching your reactions and noises, noting in his mind on what you liked as he kept licking shyly. Then with his hand, he moved your underwear to the side, and he might’ve busted another nut at the sheer sight of your wetness, drool ran down his mouth and his pupils dilated, if he knew you were this pretty and wet down there, he wouldn’t have waited this long to fuck you ans make you his.

He dived in like a starved man, which in this situation, he practically was with the way he was messily trying to spread you open with his tongue. He tried replicating what he had seen in all of the cheap porn videos he has watched ever since he had met you, fantasising you and him in the videos as he was pathetically rutting his hips against his pillow, or a clothing of yours he had managed to snatch when you were unaware of your surroundings. His tongue licked in small circles, trying his best to push his tongue past your pink, puckering hole, clenched around nothing but air and the occasionally times the tip of his tongue managed to be slipped in but still slipped out due to him being inexperienced. But despite knowing you wouldn’t get any pleasure and could be possibly turned off from this, he continued licking you, he continued lapping at you cluelessly and moaning into your private. For him, it felt good, so good that he might cum untouched for the second time. You shifted away from him, and Nicholas pulled away from your heat, you wetness and drool pooling at his chin as his brows were furrowed, worried that either you weren’t liking what he was doing or you were trying to run away from him giving you love and affection. And with that, his hands flew in a hurry to clasp around your ankles, tightening his hold onto them, making sure that you aren’t getting away, not this time and never again in the future. Nicholas got up, his knees aching from being sunken in the harsh cold wood floor. He repositioned you, making space for him to lay down beside you, his erection that was begging for attention was pressed against your ass, his leaky dick seeped through his clothing and dripped down onto your skin. Resting his head on his hand, he relaxed beside you as you lulled into slumber, which left Nicholas confused for a second and stopped his hand from wandering around your body. Were you exhausted? Did you pass out on him? Did he scare you too much and have possibly given you a heart attack? These thoughts raced in his head until he realised, he had forgotten he had slipped a sleeping pill inside your drink before you tried running away since he sensed something was off about you, but to his dismay, the pill took longer to work it’s effects on you which left him frustrated but not so much anymore.

He thought to himself, should he continue or should he drop the act, clean you and dress you and sleep the night away? He doesn’t think twice about the first option, abandoning the second as his hand traveled down to your heat again, you were so wet right now he felt himself drowning in a pool of your wetness, and it was so much easier to try and slip a finger into your hole. He didn’t want to hurt you, so he went very slow and gentle, it took some wiggling but he managed to fit two of his fingers inside your warm and gummy walls, and with his leg, he spread your legs further apart, now he could get more inside of you now that there was more space for him to explore. He pushed in and out, curled his fingers, trying to be exactly like he cheap porn he has seen, and desperately trying not to pull his fingers out and replace them with his aching dick. Nicholas leaned towards your face, his free hand cradling your face as his thumb drew circles on your cheek, you looked so cute like this, your eyebrows twitching and scrunched in pleasure while small sounds of pleasure left you, he couldn’t help himself but to kiss you, he nudged your mouth open, and pushed his tongue inside of you. He felt just like the couples in the cheap videos, where they would kiss while they touched each other, he kept fingering you, pushing in and out at a slow pace, while he kissed you deeply, all of this was enough to make cum again untouched, soiling his underwear and pants again. “Fuck, I need you..feel so good.” He admitted in a hushed tone to himself after breaking the kiss. In reality, he wanted so much more, so so much but he had already taken more than he wanted and deserved. This was someone who was supposed to love and in return, he would protect them, not fuck them while they’re sleeping but he has heard you talk about this, talk about how you fantasied about being fucked while sleeping way before he even had the thoughts of taking you away from the world and people and making you his. So right now, in his mind, he wasn’t doing anything wrong, just simply being a good caretaker/boyfriend and fulfilling your dreams.

Maybe, maybe he could rub himself against you, he sucked in a sharp breath as he removed his fingers from your hole, shamelessly cleaning them with his tongue and moaning at the taste of you, he pulled his pants and underwear just enough to free his sensitive dick. Just touching it hurt, he needed this so badly, as much he’d like to deny it, he had waited for this moment and imagined this so much that he might’ve believed it happened even though it was all in his head. He had one hand on your stomach as he rubbed the tip of his leaking dick against your ass, smearing the skin with his cum. He sloppily grinded against you, the position you were both in wasn’t good and could probably end up with Nicholas having aches all over his body, but atleast his dick was having fun from being rubbed by your soft skin, so it was worth it. Every now and then, whenever his dick slipped near your hole, he wanted to slide in so badly but he had to hold himself back, he told himself that he would only grind his dick, nothing else and nothing more. But the thought was tempting to him, what if he just…slipped the tip in, just the tip. And that’s what’s he’s doing, whining to himself as he stopped his actions, holding his twitching dick as he directed towards your hold, sliding his tip in so easily, and a groan sliding off his lips as well.

This wasn’t enough, he needs more and more, otherwise he’d be blue-balled by the morning and grumpy all day of his dick doesn’t get his fix of being wrapped around your walls. Nicholas leaned over your sleeping body, your nipples were so puffy, he touched them with his fingers, watching them grow slightly harder when interacted with his fingers, he ran his fingers over them, twirled them, traced over them and put them in his mouth, lapping at them so desperately and pathetically. He had forgotten about his dick if it weren’t for it to start oozing out more precum inside of you, thus he tried wiggling around and trying his best to push more of himself inside of you. And finally, he winced as he bottomed out all the way inside you, th way your gummy walls felt around him, how they clench around him and wrap around his dick, oh he was in heaven. He swallowed nervously, the way your walls were sucking him in were driving him crazy, and slowly, he thrusted inside of you, trying to control himself and not go into pounding mode, although he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but just him pulling in and out inside of you felt so good, so warm. But that didn’t last long, he thrusted inside of you faster, moaning quietly just from hearing the sound of your wetness and the sound of skin slapping in the room so lewdly, he held onto your tights as his thrusts got sloppier, and what made him go even more crazy, was the sight of the slight bulge in your tummy everytime he thrusted in. That was enough for him to thrust harder and faster, losing himself in the sensation and whining about how good it felt so loudly, good thing you we’re far away in the mountains otherwise Nicholas had to deal with noise complaints, and with that, he was tipped over the edge and his dick spurted cum inside of you, painting your walls white with how much he was cumming, he panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath, he didn’t even last that long but it was worth it, so worth it.

The cabin felt smaller now, it’s walls closing in as Nicholas watched you from across the room after he cleaned you up, and himself, changed the sheets and put on some thick clothes on you since winter was harsh in the mountains. His expression was unreadable, a tangle of devotion and obsession. "You can try to run," he said finally, to himself mostly, his tone hushed yet firm. "But you'll always come back to me."

You slept there, not knowing what was going with him, what he was saying and what he was doing. Even if you were wide awake, you couldn’t say anything. What was there to say when you’re slowly feeling yourself spiral out of your body and become what he wanted, a doll all for him.

As the night wore on, the meaning of Hunter settled over you like a shroud. You could run; you could fight, but somehow or other you would always be connected to him-by fear, by love, or by that gray area in between.

And Nicholas? He would always hunt you.

#― teamie’s !#&team smut #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team nicholas #&team angst #andteam imagines #andteam smut #andteam x reader #andteam nicholas #nicholas imagines #nicholas smut

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missmarveledsblog · 7 months ago

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FLUMPY PART 6 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY : after an intervention and confrontation of sort y/n realises some thing as jake is feeling the exact same way as he gives his dad a tour of the base

warning: fluffy and goofy humour , wine throwing fun . FINALLY IS ALL I CAN SAY FOR THESE TWO .

True to his word pete ( maverick) mitchell stood at the entrance of base as jake and his father john walked up .

" i heard we got a tour today" he smiled at the men.

" dad this is captain pete maverick mitchell , mav this is my father captain john seresin sir" jake smiled .

" honor to meet you captain mitchell although just john i retired a couple of years ago" john excitedly shook his hand .

" well captain today i promised my daughter i would take the best care of you captain and well you don't break a pinky promise with y/n" pete chuckled.

" she really take those thing seriously" jake shook his head.

" she's a lovely girl , smart too really credit to you captain mitchell" .

" please call me mav or pete shall we begin" he asked as the two walked in . true to his promise mav gave a Grade A tour even expressed how proud he was of jake and how far he had come which made the blonde stand taller . the dagger squad bar phoenix also showed their faces each had something nice to say about jake to his father and admiral simpson even made an appearance . once the tour was half done the guys went to the canteen all sharing their favourite stories from duty to training academy when the conversation shift instantly to what they really wanted to talk about.

" and how long has my son been a pining idiot for y/n" john asked looking around faces telling enough.

" see he's only here and he sees it" rooster snorted.

" been hearing it all time too" john chuckled.

" can we not talk about this" jake rolled his eyes.

" your dad has a point as much as i hate the thought of my little girl dating ,you are dragging this out" pete took a bite of his sandwich.

" that is his weird way of telling you that you have his blessing so jesus man so grow a pair before we lose our goddamn minds" .

" what the rooster means to say is well we just want you guys happy and also we are losing our minds waiting" .

" son a girl like that does not come around so often and one who has jake seresin calming down " he turned to see admiral simpson.

" see even the boss man sees it man you need to what they say seize the day well in this instance seize the pretty girl" rooster pointed his fork .

" ok ok i hear y'all but what if it ends badly and crash and burn plus deployment and everything that come with all this" he asked.

" stop look for reasons not too and start looking at what's in front of you, now john would you like to see the hanger were we keep the jets?" pete asked.

" of course and son don't lose a good thing when it comes you way" his father patted his back.

" what do you want kyle" she rolled her eyes.

" i heard what happened i meant to visit but i was sure it would only make things worse but look i never meant for you to get hurt or hurt yourself" he whispered the last part .

" you think i did this to myself because you and your buddy's locker room chat oh my god ego check i got hit by a road rage alcoholic" she stood thankful she didn't wobble .

" oh thank god i thought your father was going to have my head" he chuckled only to feel a liquid sting his eyes.

" listen here you one inch wonder your lucky i even gave you time of day no matter who my father is , i have more to offer then boost your ego or career and in fact i only asked your ass out because i wanted to get ja.. Someone out of my mind certainly wasn't what you had between your legs" she glared.

" jesus you sound as sappy as seresin except your more brutal than he was " he wiped the wine out of eyes .

" what" she asked slightly taken back.

" he said something same about beautiful force of nature and i'm lucky dude sounded like he was in love with you" he blinked although his eyes still stun.

" but that was before... oh my god i need a ct .. jake loves me" she gasped .

" oh my god finally you know for a genius you are very dumb" nat sighed with relief .

" oh my god i gotta .. come on ladies up now" she said . " waiter dude man here bill" she called grabbing hers and the others things.

" ok we good now" kyle asked smirk on his face to nat .

" ohhh this was a set up .... Yeah sorry about the one inch wonder ... beth come on" she rushed the ladies up.

" coming coming" the rushed out leaving the waiter a tip . " where we going" nat asked although she had a feeling.

" to do something very unprofessional of course" y/n rushed as much as the crutches would take her .

Jake couldn't get their word out of his head of course he was head over heal in love with y/n, it was hard not to more time he'd spent it was like he was falling even more. His dad was right of course a girl like her was rare , one that kept him on his toes in the best way , every little thing she did made him fall even her little old man habits he called them in honestly he thought it was most adorable thing . his mind completely void of anything but her like she was everything that kept him running and honestly he never wanted to lose that . the former man whore wanted one woman for rest of his days that his heart was beating and he was gonna seize the day or seize the pretty girl in words of rooster. Until he got down from his jet only so wrapped up in his thoughts it was like he could hear her .

" wait a minute" he said looking over to the door.

" come on nat" her voice called.

" i'm moving as fast as i can stop slapping my ass i'm not gonna go faster" .

" ok i got it from here" he looked over to see her getting off of phoenix back .

" what you too doing here" rooster asked.

" seizing the goddamn day or what ever you say" she huff not walking for her crutches as she moved eyes locked on jake who searched her face.

" ok this wasn't as romantic as i thought jake meet a girl half way" she panted.

" darling what are you doing here" he ran over .

" oh shit i was brave before keep that ... i may have only clued into something that was right in front of me this whole damn time to point i may need my head and eyes checked ... not the point but i was at lunch and they bullied me to admit my feeling for you which i mean are there... ok they didn't bully me ...then kyle showed up and i threw wine at him then he said something to make me realise and hope i'm not wrong in thinking you love me too right" she rambled . as he stood shocked but then the wide grin that came on his face .

" i swear to go if you make a lame joke right now i will hit you" she whispered only to yelp when he lifted her in his arms.

"I was just going to say that i was going to seize the pretty girl when i got home" he winked before crashing his lips on her as the rest of the dagger squad whistled and applauded.

" finally" rooster clapped harder.

" she moves fast even with that boot on" beth chuckled. The two pulled back eyes locked on each other like it was just them too in the room .

" who knew you'd be kissing flumpy huh" she wiggled her brows .

" i ain't gonna stop kissing flumpy" he chuckled kissing her again .

" except a work" a voice called as the turned to see admiral simpson standing.

" of course very professional plus i'm on leave sooo" she smirked.

" good for you seresin" he chuckled as he headed off.

" he's like a cat" she whispered as jake nodded in agreement .

" ok put my kid down" mav joked as penny slapped his chest telling him to leave them alone.

" oh beth great driving you hit that pedal like it was need for speed" she said as jakes eyes widened looking at his sweet little mother.

" glad to be of help" she laughed.

" this i gotta hear" rooster snorted.

" for old girl she can be fast" john smiled.

" to make my boy that happy i'd do it again, hurt her son and we're gonna have problems" she playfully glared.

" mama" he gasped yet amusement was laced in it .

you better get her home she moved a little too fast today" nat hinted although it wasn't fully a lie.

" on that note pops , mama , rest of y'all bye " he rushed out the hanger .

" shit their going to be gross now" rooster whined as her giggles echoed through the hall way.

Once they were in the drive way she could stop kissing the man although she wasn't alone in the feeling was like once he got a taste he was addicted .

"awh finally i thought i was gonna be on my deathbed before you two got together" they turned to see mrs wilson standing on her porch.

" keep sneaking on me like that and it may come soon"

" Jake" she slapped his head thankfully the older woman didn't hear his comment . " did everyone know but us?" .

" a blind man could see it honey" the elderly woman shook her head .

" well see you mrs wilson" jake called rushing into the house as door closed his lips where on hers once more as he brought her to the sofa .

" you were right i didn't say it back at the hanger but darling even my parents where sick of me talking about you" he smiled kissing her nose.

" all good things right?" she pecked his lips .

" you know the usual pain in my ass , funny , smart , kind , caring and drives me crazy beautiful that has me so in love with her" he said only for her to crash her lips to his more heatedly .

" slow down you animal your still recovering but once that booty is off i'll show you good time" he nipped her bottom lip .

" you did not just call me an animal while we making out" she snorted. " hey you need to learn to walk before you ride the bull" he winked lips locking with hers.

His parent gone home , home her new car sitting in the driveway as the two lay on the sofa . two weeks of having her the way he truly wanted seemed like a dream when he looked down as she slept on his chest well it was moment like this he'd come to love .

please tell me you two are dressed" rooster walked in covering his eyes .

" shup chicken she's asleep" he whispered.

" from a long day and not something else.. Right" he asked hopeful .

" yeah she had physio asswipe.. Maybe some other things too .. ouch" he chuckled causing her to stir .

you two are sickeningly cute" rooster grimaced .

" shh you'll wake her" jake glared.

" too late" she groaned lifting her head up rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

" you got some drool right there pretty girl" rooster teased.

" can't blame me" she flushed.

" hey" jake smiled as she leaned down kissing him.

" hey i'm still here" bradley coughed.

" thought you were staying in ruby's" she asked.

" i need shower and grab my overnight bag so can you control yourselves til i leave" he asked back .

" can you mr i can be your doctor baby" she smirked .

" you heard that" he gulped. "

oh i did doctor love" she fell back laughing .

" your evil pretty girl " he rushed off.

" he's right your terrible " jake kissed her head.

" terribly adorable" she patted his check as she got off the chair walking unaided of a crutch or person and boot free.

" sweetheart" he beamed probably making her stop realise was just happened.

" i walked on my own" she cheered loudly.

" you done it baby" he lift her spinning her in his arms.

" i like being your baby" she kissed him .

" well baby you are stuck with me" he winked .

" what's with the cheering" bradley ran back in .

" i walked by myself" she beamed.

" great now you can go" .

" work" , " rodeo" the said at same time.

" what he said... work" she played it cool.

" i think you broke him" rooster snorted at jakes reaction

. " that happens at the rodeo" she said easily.

" i'm moving out .. of the country you sicko" he walked off.

" rodeo huh?" jake purred holding her tighter in his arms as her leg rested around his waist.

" even have a hat cowboy" she kissed his cheek before getting down .

" where you think your going baby" he said watching her hips sway down the hall

" to get my hat" she called sending him after her in chase .

the Rodeo (18+)

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chemical-killjoy · 1 year ago

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Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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ryusuisloveinterest · 5 months ago

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My contribution to Night Kids November

hi guys! I heard it’s night kids November so here I am with some headcanons! I hope you like it!

Night Kids x Reader Headcanons🩷

Takeshi Nakazato

One day you saw a black r32 outside of the coffee shop you were going to

Of course being the big car geek you are you start taking pictures and admiring it until you hear a voice

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You quickly stand up and see none other than Nakazato himself

“I’m so sorry! Is this your car? It just seemed so cool I wanted a couple of photos to show my friends… I can delete them if you want….”

You look back at the man to see his face being a bright red color

“I-it’s fine! Just wasn’t expecting someone as good looking as yourself to- I mean-!”

He’s still a nervous wreck lol

You’ve been dating for months since then but he still finds himself stuttering and blushing at the littlest things you do

I’m sure Nakazato has some kind of money cause dude has a whole r32 so I’m sure he’d spend the rest on you

I just read he possibly does something with pharmaceuticals so he definitely gonna spend that money on you. Buying you jewelry, the plushie you looked at through the window, and definitely a nice expensive dinner

Gets so excited when you come to his races

The first time he saw you in the crowd he freaked out

He was happy you were there, but he was scared of all the weird guys that hung around too

So from then on he just took you with him to wherever he went

If you really don’t wanna be part of the race or you don’t like actually racing then he trusts his team enough to let you stay with them

But if you’re in the car with him while he races he’s gonna wanna show off so much in front of you

But at the same time he’s so scared he’s gonna big a guard rail too

It’s just best if you stay with his team, but he’ll drive for you once the race is over!

He’s such a gentleman

Doors always opened for you, feet rubs, cuddles, you name it and he’s doing it

His favorite thing to do with you is crafts with you

Like HE personally doesn’t like doing it, but he loves it when you finish making him a bracelet or a painting and comparing it with his

His definitely isn’t the Best but your smile makes it worth it

Shingo Shoji

This boy💀

Where as I can see Nakazato with a a partner who doesn’t race or doesn’t like racing, Shingo has to have someone who at the bare minimum likes cars

He probably saw you racing one night, and just as you passed by him he saw your face

He needed to get your number!

He asked everyone if they’d see this car

It wasn’t until he asked Sayuki when he found out who you were

“A red NSX? Oh that’s y/n! Me and Mako drive with them sometimes. What about it?”

He begged her to give him your number or set you up on a date

Once you guys finally did meet you guys clicked right away

The both of you do weird couple things 100% and have no shame

You’ll get up to grab you and him something and he’ll just smack your butt and be like, “thanks babe” like nothing happened

A few hours later and you do the same back to him, “it’s payback” you say

The rest of the night you’re chasing each other around smacking each others butts giggling and laughing at each other

Shingo doesn’t really give gifts, however he loves to do random things with you

The both of you will look up random things to do around Miyogi or wherever else you guys feel like going

Or you both will try new things together like cooking, walking around looking for rocks, or even playing basketball, etc.

He’d love to see you at his races

If you were part of a team or races against others too he’d definitely show up to show his support, using every opportunity to say, “yeah she’s my babe,” or, “I bet you wish she was yours huh? Too bad, I guess you’re just gonna have to keep looking from afar.”

If you know how to gum tape then I don’t think he’d mind too much for you to go against him, but he would still prefer not to

If you don’t have a clue about it then he doesn’t wanna risk you getting hurt

His favorite thing to do with you is late late drives

He likes when your in his passenger seat, he likes when he’s in yours

He likes when your racing with each other

At the end of the day as long as he’s with you he’s satisfied

#initial d #takeshi nakazato #takeshi nakazato x reader #shingo shoji #shingo shoji x reader #takeshi nakazato headcanons #shingo shoji headcanons

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 2 years ago

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Sunset Ombre (Vil x GN!Reader)

Your ears were filled with the sounds of crashing waves. The golden grains of sand crunched against your feet as you walked along the shore, eyes cast out to the sea beyond. The sun had begun to set upon the horizon, casting the sky in beautiful, soft, colorful hues. You sighed as another cool breeze swept through, tossing your hair in wisps a second time. It was surely time to go back to your room, but you didn’t want to leave! The scenery was just too breathtaking to leave behind.

You heard a sigh so soft from behind you that you almost mistook it for the wind. The soft crunch of steps upon the sand told you otherwise. Before you could even turn around fully, the glimpse of purple-tinted shades let you know who had come to find you.

“There you are.” Vil took a few steps more towards you before he stopped, hand rested upon his hips. “You do realize everyone else has gone back to the hotel, yes? Do you wish to catch cold out here?”

“I’m sorry.” There really was no reason to apologize, you were free to do as you pleased - but you did realize you could have let someone know you’d be out here a while longer. “I guess I just lost track of time. It’s been so long since I last came to a beach; even then, it’s nothing compared to this.” You turned your gaze back out towards the waves, a smile stretched across your face at the sight. “It’s so beautiful here.”

Vil followed your gaze, then gave a nod in affirmation. “Yes, it is quite the view.” He turned his head slightly to glance over at you. “But you can admire it more from your hotel room window. If you like, I wouldn’t even mind if you chose to visit my condo for an even better vantage point. Just come inside before certain people start to throw a tantrum - and before your skin dries out.”

Ever the maternal one, Vil Schoenheit, whether or not he admitted it. There was no way he’d leave you alone until you did what he wanted. You weren’t exactly annoyed…just taken aback by his care, sometimes. You chuckled as you gave a little nod, “Alright, alright, I’m coming!”

“You better,” Vil sighed. “My patience for Grim can only stretch so far.”

“Oh, trust me, you’re not the only one.”

Before you could turn to head back to the resort, your eyes caught something interesting - eye-catching. The sky had taken on a soft purple hue; golden rays of setting sunshine highlighted the expanse quite spectacularly. In your line of sight was also Vil’s hair, still tied in an elegant braided bun (at least what you could see from under his wide-brimmed sun hat). The blond of his hair, the purple ombre that faded in at the ends…you couldn’t help but release another chuckle.

“I guess you made the sky jealous.”

Vil raised an eyebrow as he glanced your way again. “Hm? What do you mean?”

“The colors of the sky match your hair,” you replied. “It’s beautiful.” You watched Vil’s eyes widened at your comparison; the sudden pink tint to his cheeks must’ve been a reflection of the setting light. Your brain began to scramble itself in worry and regret. Was that the wrong thing to say? Did you…oh shit, it sounded like you were flirting, didn’t it? “S-Sorry, that sounded weird, I didn’t mean to-”

The small laugh Vil let out caused your words to stop on your tongue - your heart to flutter. His eyes were closed in glee, mouth opened in a perfect smile. His pointer finger and thumb came up to hold the right temple of his sunglasses, then lifted them up to reveal his twinkling violet eyes. He looked genuinely happy.

“No, no, do go on!” The Pomefiore housewarden gave you a little wink. “I would love to hear what else is on that silly little mind of yours~”

Your heart pounded in your chest, your blood pumped in your ears, your face felt hotter than it did before. Vil simply chuckled at your embarrassment, setting his shades back in place before he began to walk forward, back towards civilization. He glanced over his shoulder at you; his finger curled in a ‘come here’ motion, enticing you to follow. Like a lovesick fool, you did so without a word.

As if to sink further into whatever hole you got yourself into, when yet another breeze blew through, you tucked a stray lock of Vil’s hair behind his ear.

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil x reader #gender neutral reader #my work #vil schoenheit

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ghostswithoutokday · 11 months ago

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Lucifer x reader head cannons

( I was bored and didn’t know what to write so here sorry if it’s bad🫠)

. ( also if use please do not forget to credit me)

Lucifer is the type of person to tease or make fun of his lover in a joking way that is he loves it when he tease you, especially the blush on your face he craves it I can also kind of see him when you both are cuddling that he would be a little spoon. He sometimes tries or wants to be little big spoon. I never for any reasons worked out for him. he would probably call you ducky or sweetheart. Love you know he loves it when you make up nicknames for him like Lucy or lulu he also loves it when you kiss and cuddle him after a long day also, sometimes you would find yourself with little ducks outside your door and the shape of Ed your favorite thing you made a little duck army in your bookshelf geez I wonder who could this be from? ( I think you know who 😏)

Lucifer tends to get a little jealous. He says he gets a little and by little he means a lot because you’re his, and everybody should know that. There is this one time that this came up to you and asked you if you wanted to have a night together when Lucifer heard this he was livid. Let’s just say that you never saw that center again or anyone did really you never know what happened to him. When you and Lucifer started dating, you, both were kind of scared to tell his daughter Charlie, MorningStar but soon as she found out in the most weird possible way, she gave you guys the thumbs up, and she was actually happy that her dad finally found someone and got over her mother even started taking off his ring for you. loves it when you help him make ducks also

( here a little scenario for you simps 😏)

what is a normal hellish day in the castle and you were just walking around admiring the paintings when you heard a slightly angry Lucifer, you took a peek and saw Lucifer in his office making you guessed it ducks, you singed a bit “lucy honey are- you okay?” Lucifer turns around his hair was a bit messed up and his wings were a bit messy. “ yea- yea I’m fine it just I can’t seem to get this duck right!?.” Lucifer says an angry tone Lucifer sighs an angry tone soon sliding down from his desk onto the floor, his knees close to his chest “ maybe I’m a failure I mean I can’t even remember my own daughter.. plus she has a dad bond with… Alastor… “ you soon sit down next to him

“ and I see the bond they share” Lucifer says as you put an arm around him “ hey that’s not true I mean sure you could pay little attention to your daughter but still” you soon cough his face making him turn to you. You could see the eyebags under him. He saw he hasn’t slept in a couple of days. And a little bit of tear stains. “You are perfect just the way you are. Lu.. and plus you’re the king of hell and you got me.” Lucifer turns to you “promise me you’ll never leave me please just like she did….” He said looking at the floor you held him close “ of course I never leave you silly I will miss seeing you cuddle up next to me you both laugh a little

“ I would never leave you”

( thank you for reading ⭐️🫠😀🤪)

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #x reader

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colorful-white-ideas · 2 days ago

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Bill and Alida’s relationship is one… for comfort, let’s say. I know people are confused about it because he always, this year included, not just last year. He keeps acting like he’s single. The only thing that changed is that Alida posted pictures while pregnant (and even then, she kinda acted like she was single, with those “strong mother” captions from her friends/family etc.). Even after she gave birth, we could see at the Nosferatu premiere how coldly he ignored her. The only reason they took pictures together was because the photographer told them to.

All their defenders can’t deny that was strange as fuck. Their behavior in the last couple of years is always weird.

I think in the beginning, there was something real between them. She got pregnant, and that brought them closer. Then it turned into that type of relationship where it’s like, I know her, she knows me, what’s the point of starting over? You know what I mean? Even Bill himself once said that it’s much easier to go back to what you know, even if it’s toxic, than to start fresh. That’s the kind of relationship they have.

She got pregnant again because, well, they already have one kid together. It’s easier, you know? Then again, because that’s just how it…happened (this man really needs to learn how to use condoms). Habit is more dangerous than anything. It can replace love and everything. That’s what’s going on between them. That’s their relationship.

Until Bill finds a woman he falls madly in love with, he’s not going to change a thing. He’s happy bouncing from woman to woman and then going back home, knowing well he’ll always be welcomed. That’s where his family is, and she’s there for him, no matter what.

It’s not some “Omg, they’ve been together for so long, he’s such a devoted family man and father (father yes, boyfriend not so much) how admirable” kind of situation. He simply learned to be more discreet, to move carefully now that all eyes are on him. That’s all.

There’s nothing glamorous about their relationship. Nothing at all. It’s ordinary, like so many others, where two people remain stuck in something that lost its meaning long ago.

Someone once told me, “If you don’t step off the wrong train at the first stop, the further you go, the harder it becomes to turn back.” That applies here perfectly.

Both of them share the responsibility. Neither is blameless. They’re just settling in this situation... Alida is fooling herself, clings to an illusion, while for Bill, This is just the easier option.

Misery loves company, unfortunately.

I remember when i talked with some friends once at a cafe and Alida was there too with some friends. Long short story, I made a joke about Bill, not to her but with my girlfriend. I suppose she heard it cause guess who received calls from her friends after few days? *pathetic* (and yes I can prove this, I’m not saying this just to show off, I’m saying as a fact how much she clings onto this. Like she’s aware of people talking…)

Oh and btw, she reads most of the comments here about her, just like a side note

Wish you a splendid day. -🥀

Disclaimer

Take this with a grain of salt. Please. Before start yelling in my ask box

Back to you, 🥀 anon, I know you said you'll drop a bomb every now and then I wasn't expecting this so my questions are the following:

Are you part of their friends circle ?

Again how do you know he slept with half Stockholm ?

What proof can you provide about the last part of your message ? How their friends got your number how did they over hear what you said ... Again : are you part of their world

Can you share with us any proof of what you are claiming? You can create a throw away acc just for it if you don't want to share it with your main one

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trump-multiships · 4 months ago

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⋆˚✿˖°~ Trump X Elon Musk (trumplon) oneshot ~ ⋆˚✿˖°

Trump and Elon: a story of a broken couple

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Elon struggles with depression. This depression was rooted because he realized he was bisexual. Little did he know, the “homophobic” trump, the president (who was his Bi awakening), was secretly a closeted trans gay man and used he/they/xe/xim/ze/hir pronouns.

Elon Musk sat alone in the dim back corner of an american bar, staring at his phone. He watched in stunned silence as Donald Trump appeared on the screen, rallying on some talk show, launching into another tirade about "traditional values." The host threw a pointed question about LGBTQ+ rights, and Trump scoffed, dismissing it with the wave of a hand.

"Let's be clear," Trump sneered, “I’m not about to get into this ‘woke’ stuff. I believe in strong, traditional men. That’s what America needs."

Elon’s chest tightened as he heard the crowd’s applause. It was another slap in the face—a public affirmation that his fascination, his admiration for Trump was hopelessly misplaced. He tossed his phone on the table and slumped over his drink, feeling like he’d been punched.

That was the worst part. He couldn’t shake the feeling, the pull, this…this weird infatuation he’d tried to deny. How could he feel anything for a man so opposed to people like him? A man who, it seemed, would never accept who Elon really was.

"Mind if I join you?"

Elon’s head jerked up. There, standing in front of him, cloaked in a shadow that made him seem both larger than life and oddly fragile, was Donald Trump himself. Elon froze, a wave of panic and confusion taking hold. Was this real? He blinked, sure he was hallucinating.

"Y-yeah," he stammered, eyes wide, voice shaking. "Sure."

Trump sat down across from him, the weight of his presence almost crushing. Elon couldn't look him in the eye, couldn't stop his hands from trembling. In a voice barely above a whisper, he mumbled, “Why… why do you say those things? About people like me?”

Trump sighed, shifting uncomfortably, glancing around before leaning in closer. "Elon… look, I—"

But Elon couldn’t hold back anymore. His voice broke, emotions spilling out uncontrollably. “Do you know how hard it is? To be… this way? To feel like this and have no one know? And then to see someone you… someone you—” He cut himself off, eyes glistening, his face flushed with shame and frustration. He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to. The admission lingered, fragile and exposed.

The silence between them grew thick. Trump looked at Elon with an intensity that was equal parts vulnerability and longing.

“Elon,” Trump whispered, his voice barely audible. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid.”

Elon shook his head, confused, hurt. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“No, I do,” Trump replied, his voice softening. “I’ve lived it. I’ve buried it for years.” Xe took a deep breath. “Elon, I’m not who they think I am. I… I’m a closeted trans gay man.”

Elon’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. Trump’s hand reached out, fingers brushing over Elon’s in a way that was both hesitant and electric. “I use… he/they/xe/xim/ze/hir pronouns,” ze said softly, looking away for a moment, hir eyes distant, almost haunted. “But I’ve hidden all of it because I didn’t want to be hated. I didn’t want to be… alone.”

Elon’s lip trembled, tears finally spilling over. He wasn’t alone. Not anymore. The truth, spoken aloud, felt surreal.

“Donald…” Elon choked out, his voice raw. “Why did you have to say all those things on TV? Why… all this time?”

Trump closed hir eyes, face twisted in shame. “Because I was terrified, Elon. If I let people in, if I admitted what I really am, they would tear me apart. But tonight…” Hir eyes met Elon’s, and for the first time, Elon saw past the public mask. “Tonight, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

They stared at each other, the weight of everything—society, expectations, fear—melting away in the quiet understanding they shared.

"Come here," Trump whispered, voice breaking, and reached for Elon. They came together, a mess of tears, whispered confessions, and the quiet promise that they no longer had to hide.

In the dim bar, they held each other, two souls who, after years of fear and denial, finally felt understood.

Elon and Trump were closer than they’d ever been, breaths mingling as their gazes locked. Every barrier they'd spent their lives building seemed to crumble between them. Elon’s hand, hesitant yet steady, reached up to touch Trump’s face, tracing the lines of years spent hiding.

“Elon,” Trump whispered, hir voice barely audible, breaking with emotion. “I don’t think I can go back to pretending.”

Elon, feeling a surge of courage he hadn’t known before, nodded, the faintest of smiles breaking through his tears. “Then don’t.”

Slowly, they leaned into each other. The world faded away as their lips met, a kiss so intense, so filled with years of secrecy, that it felt like freedom. Time ceased to exist as the two men shared that moment, lost in a vulnerability they'd never allowed themselves to show to anyone else.

But then, a gasp shattered the silence.

They pulled apart abruptly, eyes wide, to see Melania Trump standing at the entrance, framed by the dim bar lights, an unreadable expression on her face. Her gaze flicked between them, landing on Trump with a look that was almost… amused?

“Elon. Donald.” Her voice was cool, almost casual, as if she’d just stumbled upon them discussing a business deal. But there was a hint of something in her eyes—a smirk, barely there, quickly masked.

Trump stammered, stepping back. “Melania, I… I didn’t expect you here.”

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I can see that.” Her eyes lingered on Elon for a second, then softened, a look of strange understanding passing over her face. “Donald, you don’t have to explain.”

Elon’s face flushed, his mind reeling, ready to see anger, betrayal—anything, really, that would have felt like an appropriate response. But instead, Melania just sighed and gave a slight shrug.

“You know,” she said with a wry smile, “you may think I haven’t noticed all this. But I see more than you think.” She paused, casting a sidelong glance at Elon, as if to silently convey some kind of sympathy. “Besides, I didn’t vote for you anyway.”

Trump’s jaw dropped. “You… didn’t?”

“No.” She crossed her arms with a casual smile. “I voted for Kamala.”

The tension in the air broke as Trump’s face contorted in shock. Elon’s eyes darted between them, a stunned silence settling over the three. Melania simply chuckled, shaking her head as she turned to leave.

“Goodnight, boys,�� she said over her shoulder with a smirk, leaving them standing there in a dazed silence, their secret moment now laid bare in the most unexpected way.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Trump let out a long, bewildered sigh. Elon looked at him, then, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Guess you’re not the only one who’s full of surprises.”

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⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆ the end ⠀♡⠀₊⠀⠀ׁ⠀ꔛ

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lanassgirlll · 1 year ago

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Old Faces

part 1, part 2

Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The last time you saw the Mikaelson family, you got left heartbroken. Now, you meet a certain member of the family again after centuries.

Warnings: kidnapping (kinda?) tiniest bit of angst ig?, mentions of paranoia and anxiety, use of y/n!

AN: So, I'm thinking about making this story into two or three parts. Also, I haven't decided which the love interest will be, so I will make a poll and I ask of anyone who reads this, to vote and choose!! Anyway, enjoy my new story and I hope you like it! (side note: please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, lol)

Getting out of the taxi, Y/N took in a deep breath whilst looking around the fascinating streets of New Orleans. She had only been here a few times, long before the city had been made into what it is today. So, saying the place had changed would be underestimating.

It was almost dark outside, and she couldn't wait to have a shower and get some sleep. The flight she had booked was early in the morning, so she had spent many hours in the air just to get here.

Taking her bags out of the car, Y/N slowly made her way inside the hotel she had booked a room in. The hotel itself wasn't anything special and it wasn't one of the best places to stay in the city. But she liked the simple, rather than the extravagant places, so this would be just perfect for her.

It was now early in the morning when Y/N was getting ready for her day. She had decided that she'd spend the few days she was staying in the city, exploring, and collecting little souvenirs for her home in Europe, instead of sulking and rotting in the bed of her hotel room. Y/N didn't like traveling so far away from home much, as she loved the comfort of it, but whenever she did, collecting things that would catch her eye was like a tradition for her. Her house was full of colorful toys, rugs, all kinds of weird cutlery and even furniture, all of which she had gotten from her travels.

Putting on her coat and grabbing her bag, she made her way out of the room, and outside into the streets of New Orleans.

After strolling around the more modern part of the city, Y/N decided to go to the famous French Quarter, as she had heard many good things about it. At least more good than bad, as the place was known for the wicked vampires, werewolves and witches, who somehow could never make peace between their communities.

The place was truly beautiful, she had to admit. The buildings, the people, the jazz music, which she didn't like much, but it was still charming in a way.

But as she was walking around the streets, simply just admiring the place like a kid would admire a toy store, Y/N couldn't get off the feeling that someone was following her.

Sure, she was known for being a little too paranoid at times, but this time she really couldn't figure out why. A thousand questions were running in her mind: Was it because of the stories she had heard about this place? Were the witches trying to get her for being in their territory? The fear was slowly building up as the paranoia was taking over her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly made her way into an alleyway and looked around, just to make sure she was alone.

Just as she was about to turn around and make her way back to the hotel, a man appeared in front of her. And as she was about to speak, the unfamiliar man broke her neck, and her world went dark.

Slowly waking up, a quiet groan escaped Y/N's lips. She figured it had to be from getting her neck broken. As the realisation kicked in, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She was in a big room, big windows letting the bright sun lighten the space. The room itself didn't have much furniture nor any people in it. She looked down at herself and saw that she was tied down to a chair, and from the burning that she felt, it was obvious that the ropes were soaked with vervain. Great.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she managed to speak up.

''Hello? Is there anyone?''

She had to admit, she was scared to death right now. She had never really been in any situations like this up until now. She had never gotten attacked by anyone and it's been a few good centuries since anyone has broken her neck. She didn't really know how to fight either, since she never had any reason to. The worst feeling was the anxiety she was feeling at that very moment, she hated the feeling of the unknown.

How could she be this stupid? She was such an old vampire and she always let her fears get the worst out of her at the worst moments. Like this one. Y/N thought that this would be the day she'd die.

She was so lost in her thought, she didn't even notice the man that was now standing behind her.

''What do we have here?''

Hearing the deep voice behind her out of nowhere, made her squeak and close her eyes tightly, trying to control her breathing. She was a scaredy cat and at that moment she felt more embarrassed than afraid.

''Who are you? What do you want with me?''

The questions flew out of her mouth as she tried to get a better look at the man behind her.

''The more important question is, who are you? And what are you doing here?''

Just as Y/N was about to answer his questions out of fear for her life, she heard another man walking into the room. Of course, she couldn't see him either and the only thing she could hear now, was the quiet mumbling between the two of them.

Y/N swore that the voice of the man who had just walked in was one she had heard before. She just couldn't place where.

She looked down at her hands, trying to pull them out of the ropes, even though she knew it was of no use. She hissed at the burning feeling and clenched her jaw. Y/N was getting angry now. She had done nothing wrong to deserve this.

''Hello? If you won't tell me what you want, just let me go! I have done nothing to you!''

As she looked up, with the corner of her eye saw one of the men making his way over to her. He stood in front of her and looked her up and down, and Y/N swore she could feel the judgment in his eyes.

''Quick change of attitude, I see?''

The man was tall, with dark skin and sharp face. His expression wasn't giving anything out, and she couldn't read him.

''Look, I only-''

She stopped mid-sentence as the other man now stood in front of her, too. Memories started flooding her mind as she stared up at him. It had been centuries since she last saw him.

The one and only, Elijah Mikaelson.

He was looking at her, like he had just seen a ghost. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were parted, as he was sucking in a breath.

Before either of them could make a sound, the dark-haired man that stood next to Elijah, spoke up first.

''I'm guessing the two of you know each other. Care to explain, Elijah?''

Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, looking away from them without a saying a word. She was getting overwhelmed with all the memories that were coming back. She had been keeping them locked at the back of her mind, as they were too painful. It had taken her decades to get over what had happened. In all honesty, she never truly got over it, but at least she managed to control the thoughts.

''Marcel, would you be so kind and leave us.''

She heard the man, whose name apparently was Marcel, sigh with a hint of annoyance before slowly making his way out of the room.

Y/N reluctantly looked up at Elijah again, her jaw still clenched tight. He looked so different since the way time she saw him, yet still the same in a way. The only obvious changes were, of course, his clothes and his hair style.

''Y/N, this is- a really unexpected surprise.''

She scoffed as she heard his words. Using the word 'unexpected' was a funny way to describe it.

''Then let me go, and we can all continue with our day, peacefully.''

''I'm afraid I can't do that. Just yet.''

''You cannot be serious, Elijah.''

She was so angry at this point, her blood was boiling. What did he want with her? She knew that he didn't know she was here until he saw her with his own eyes. The shocked face he had made told her everything she needed to know.

''Just let me go. I don't know why your friend had to snap my neck and bring me here, but I assure you, I have done no wrong to him!''

Elijah had a small smile dancing on his lips as she chuckled at her words lightly.

''What's so funny?''

''I'm just- I am at loss of words. You've changed so much since the last time we saw each other.''

''I will not sit here and suffer, just because you want to chit chat.''

As she was looking at him, she saw as an emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before she had the chance to figure out what it meant.

Suddenly, he ripped the ropes off her hands and threw them down on the ground.

Y/N quickly stood up and took a few steps backwards, needing space from him.

''Don't expect a 'thank you'.''

''Why are you here, Y/N?''

Her brows furrowed as she heard his question.

''Excuse me? Suddenly you own the world? I was here on a holiday, and now you have ruined it!''

His face was like a rock. She couldn't figure him out anymore and it was slowly annoying her even more, along with the other hundred things that had already did.

''No, of course not.''

''Listen, Elijah. I don't want to be around you. So, I will get my things and go back home, and you won't hear or see me ever again. Sounds good? Great!''

Just as she started walking towards the door Marcel had walked out of earlier, figuring that had to be the way out of the building, Elijah appeared in front of her, startling her.

''Jesus-''

''Don't go. Just not yet, at least.''

''I don't owe you anything Elijah. And you don't deserve a second of my time. Now get out of my way.''

''Y/N, please, let's talk. Or let me talk. I believe we have much to go through.''

She was looking at him, thinking about his plea. Was she really about to agree with him? She had tried so hard to keep the memories out of her mind, because of how painful they were.

But just like in the past, she really could never say no to him.

Knowing she'd regret it later, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest, before speaking up quietly.

''Fine, let's talk.''

#writing #send anons #writeblr #writers on tumblr #anon ask #short story #the originals #tvd #elijah mikaelson #marcel gerard #tvdu #tvd universe #tvdu fanfiction #x reader #y/n #angst #light angst #story

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hiddenlibary · 2 years ago

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It was my Pleasure.

One day while walking through the streets of Belobog, you get lost in finding your way home. As luck would have it, the Captain of the Silvermain guards happens to be on duty around this time. Did I mention that you're an undergrounder who happens to be related to Sampo?

I do plan on making a part 2

You are currently walking around the streets of Belobog, lost, and without your older brother. You two had snuck onto the overworld before but never at night, and he never let you in the city. Or near it for that matter.

However, he thought it would be a good idea since he had been getting close to being caught and wanted you to be a lookout.

What he failed to take into account was the fact that he told you to meet him there despite not knowing where to go. As you were looking for your brother you heard fast-approaching footsteps behind you. When you turned around you were met with the sight of the brother you spent the last 15 minutes looking for. Though before you could say anything he ran past you while yelling.

"Don't ask! Just run!"

You paused and quirked a brow, not really sure what he was getting at, though your thought process was cut short when you heard more people approaching you.

When you turned around you were met with Silvermain guards, though one stood out from the rest.

One, because he didn't have a helmet.

Two, he didn't have armor like the others.

And three, he was gorgeous.

He seemed like a character from a novel, the good kind that everyone likes. "Excuse me, miss."

'...I'm so screwed...'

"Uh, yeah?" You couldn't help but mentally scold yourself about how stupid you must have sounded. "I don't mean to bother you, but have you seen someone run through here?" You tilt your head down in thought.

Debating if you should lead them somewhere else despite brother ditching you, or be petty and tell them where they went.

'He's escaped them more than once he can do it again.' You nodded pointing in the direction Sampo went. "I saw a man run that way, he seemed to be in a hurry." The blonde glanced in the direction you pointed in before turning back to you. "Thank you. Have a good night." With that, he and the other guards ran in the direction your brother went.

Since the passage between the overworld and the underworld has been sealed your brother "took it upon himself" to sneak onto the surface to get anything really. Though he would sometimes run errands for Natasha so it wasn't all bad. But still, that wasn't how the Silvermain guards saw it, you reap what you sew.

Besides, the last thing you needed was Selee on your back, or worse, Natasha. The thought made you slightly shiver.

You took the passage back to the underworld and went to Natashas' clinic to see if she had anything to do for you, though you couldn't help but take your time on the overworld and admire the moon and stars.

While you were heading to the clinic you shrieked when two hands grabbed your shoulders and yelled next to your ear. When you turned around you were met with your brother.

"That's for leading them to me. I'm hurt, not even a second thought about your favorite brother." Sampo pouted. "First of all, you're my only brother. Second, that's what you get for leaving me alone, in Belobog, at night." His pout grew and before you knew it you were bickering like children.

Eventually, you went your separate ways, while doing so you ran into Selee. You were friends with her for a while so you naturally started a conversation. "Are you ok? You're acting weird." You turned to her when she suddenly changed the topic.

"What does that mean?" She sighed as she smiled, the two of you started to walk together. "You've been spacing out since you got back. Shield for your thoughts?" You tilted your head down going over the past few minutes.

You came to the realization that you were spacing out, then an image of blonde hair and blue eyes appeared in your mind.

"Woah, I didn't know you could get red so fast." You turned to her and placed a hand on your cheek, you were burning up. The two of you chuckled and you both stopped. "Ok, fine you caught me. I may or may not have met someone that was a little easy on the eyes." And placed her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow and gave you a sly smile.

"A little? You should check your reflection you're so red. you look like you might have a heart attack or something" You playfully punched her arm before you both laughed. As your laughter died down she sighed. "Anyway did you hear about the stunt your brother pulled earlier?"

"...Oh Qlipoth, what did he do?" She sighed and shook her head. "He brought three outsiders and a Silvermain guard to the underworld." You perked up. "A Silvermain guard? Here?" She nodded, and you sighed and rubbed your temple. "It's never boring at least." She gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Anyway, I'm heading over there right now, care to join?"

"Join you in tracking down a Silvermain guard in the underworld after they were brought here by my brother. What could possibly go wrong?"

You both laughed before running toward where the Silvermain guard was seen.

#gepard x reader #sampo #gepard #honkai gepard #honkai star rail #brother!sampo #seele #hsr sampo #hsr seele #hsr gepard #gepard landau

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elisysd · 2 years ago

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You are in love – Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

Seeing Charlotte at his birthday party made Charles feel conflicted. On the one hand, he was happy to see her; their relationship may have ended, but they had spent some wonderful times together and Charles would always be grateful to Charlotte for having been part of his life. But on the other, he hoped that Lyanna would not interpret this in the wrong way and would take this opportunity to distance herself from him. The last few days had been complicated and things were only beginning to improve, so now was not the time to take a step backwards.

“So, what are you doing here? Who invited you?” asked her Charles while guiding her towards his friends.

“Joris told me. And I know we are not together anymore but I was not seeing myself not whishing you a happy birthday and ignoring it. We were friends before our relationship, I hope we can still be ones even after.”

“I don’t see why it could be a problem. We both adults and we both moved on.”

“Speaking of moving on… Lyanna Michel, hum? Aiming for Hollywood, Leclerc?” she teased him.

“You know her?”

“She is pretty famous.”

“How come everyone knows her but me?”

“Because you don’t care about anything that is not racing related. If she were in a movie about racing or whatever you would have known about her.”

He shrugged as they moved towards the tables where the guests were seated.

“Charlotte? What a surprise, I did not expect to see you there.” Pascale greeted her while kissing both of her cheeks and inviting the young woman to sit at the table.

“It’s good to see you Pascale.”

“So what have you been up to?”

“Travelling here and there. Enjoying life mostly.”

The two women started to talk and Charles took this opportunity to search for Lyanna in the crowd. He wanted to introduce her to Charlotte as quick as possible before she learnt by someone else that is ex-girlfriend was there and imagined things.

“Mom, did you see Lya somewhere? I can’t seem to find her.”

“No I haven’t. Do you want me to search for her with you?”

“I think it’s her right there by the scene, no?” pointed out Charlotte.

“So you know her to the extent that you can find her in the crowd but not me?” said Charles while looking at Charlotte with disbelief.

“I mean, I kind of follow her on social media and watched some of her movies. So yeah… told you Charles she was a big deal, you should not be surprised to learn that people know about her.”

Charles was about to get up and leave to go to his girlfriend when he saw her going up on the stage and sitting at the piano. His eyes were fixed on her, trying to understand what she was doing. He could see, even from several metres away, how distressed she was.

“Hi everyone. Oh my God, it’s so weird. I’m not going to take much of your time I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to the man of the day. I sometimes have a hard time finding the right words to say to express what you mean to me and every day a part of me admire you for putting up with me. I don’t know how you do to be this patient. I would have given up on me a long time ago if I were you but you’re somehow still here. So this song is for you. Happy Birthday Charles.”

Charles felt a sudden surge of emotion when he heard Lyanna sing. He was proud to see her bare her soul in front of so many people, most of whom she didn't even know. Embarrassment, because he knew that everyone was watching for his reaction. Hope, because he realised that Lyanna was finally ready to give 100% of herself to him and that they would finally be able to move forward together in the same direction. And above all, a ball of heat in his chest that threatened to explode at any moment.

Too busy looking at Lyanna, he didn't notice Charlotte's chair coming closer to him and whispering a few words in his ear.

“Well, she must really love you to do that.”

“She is amazing.”

“I can see that yes. Charles, can I tell you something? It won’t be long but I feel like you need to hear it.”

Charles turned briefly to Charlotte.

“In the years we spent as a couple, I’ve never seen you look at me like you are looking at her. Or even talk about me like you talk about her. You love her. If I know you as well as I think, you might not be ready to admit it, but it’s love. True and pure love. I’m happy you found that with someone and I’m glad she is able to give you what I could not. You deserve to be happy Charles. You deserve to find your special someone and if what I can witness is any clue about that, I think you found her. Hold on to that feeling. Hold on to her. And be happy.”

Charles was overwhelmed with emotion. It was one thing to hear his friends and family tell him he was in love, it was quite another to hear it from his ex. Without really thinking, he took Charlotte in his arms and held her close.

“I hope you’ll find that as well. You are a good person, Charlotte. Really.”

“Come on, you are going to make me cry. Go get your girl I think she is about to faint.”

A glance at Lyanna told him that the young woman was indeed about to cry, vomit or faint, or all three at once. He leapt to his feet and rushed towards her.

Lyanna stared shakily at the piano keys and Charles crouched down beside her to block her from the crowd. His arms found their natural place around her body and he drew her to him as he felt her tears wet his shirt. He had the reflex to move the microphone away and pressed his cheek against hers.

“You’re my most beautiful birthday gift.” He said to her.

It was true. Nothing could beat the way he felt about her at that moment. It was as if he'd been waiting for her all his life. She was a gift from heaven sent by his guardian angels. She was exactly what he needed at this moment in his life and he knew that whatever happened to him, if he had her by his side, everything would be all right. His eyes met hers and a soft smile played across her lips.

“I hope I managed to convey everything that you make me feel with this song. And I hope you liked it.”

“You did, yes. And so much more. You made me cry, Lya.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s happy tears. You are fantastic.”

He kissed her lips that tasted like salt and he was almost sure that she could say the same about his. They rose to their feet to the applause of the guests and Charles took Lyanna by the hand to lead her to the table where his family was seated. Charlotte was still there, her eyes a little teary. Pascale moved over to give Lyanna room to sit down and poured her a glass of water, which she drank in one gulp. Charles also sat down beside her, making sure to keep her hand in his at all times. He could still feel her shaking.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lyanna watched Charlotte. She was very pretty and seemed kind. And if she was present at Charles's birthday party, that meant they were still close. She didn't know how she felt about that. It would be so much easier for her if Charlotte came across as a heartless bitch and not the complete opposite.

Feeling the actress's gaze on her, Charlotte took the initiative of introducing herself.

“You were amazing out there. It was a really beautiful song.”

“Thanks.” Whispered Lyanna, her gaze fixed on the table.

“I love your dress by the way, red looks gorgeous on you. Don’t you agree Charles?” she insisted while sending a look to Charles that more or less was saying: please help me I want to get to know your girlfriend.

“Yeah, red is definitely my favourtie colour on her. For obvious reason. Well, Lyanna this is Charlotte, my…hum…” he hesitated. He couldn't see introducing Charlotte as a friend, but he couldn't see introducing her as his ex either.

“Ex-girlfriend?” blurted Lyanna while looking at Charles. “I was talking to George’s girlfriend when I saw you both together.”

“Charles did not know I was coming, maybe I should have given a heads up. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” Justified Charlotte.

Lyanna absent-mindedly nodded. She could not help but to feel a little jealous even if a part of her knew that she didn't have to fear anything. But still, it was not a nice feeling to to be stuck in a room with your boyfriend’s ex. She did not know how to act. She sighed before drinking another glass of water and excused herself. She needed to be a little alone, just to sort her thoughts out and breathe a little. She felt like all eyes were on her and she should have expected it after the stunt she pulled but it did not make things easier for her. She locked herself in the bathroom and put some water on her face. She stayed still for a few minutes trying to regain her composure and a steady breathing. When she came out of the room and she found herself face to face with Charlotte who had followed her.

“Hey… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Apologized Charlotte seeing Lyanna jerking away. “Do you have a minute?”

Lyanna nodded and they wandered off to find a secluded room away from prying ears.

“I know how you must feel, seeing me here. I guess it’s not a nice feeling…” began Charlotte.

“It’s weird, yeah. I have nothing against you I don’t know you, it’s just that I was not expecting to see you here. Charles never talked to me about his ex-girlfriends so meeting you on his birthday is kind of making me uncomfortable.”

“I can understand. If I knew that you would have been here, I would not have come. I don’t want to make things weird between you and Charles. I just want you to know that I did not come here with a hidden agenda. I only came to wish him a happy birthday, that’s it. You have nothing to be afraid of from my side. But I care about Charles, I’ll always will. I can’t act like he has not been an important part of my life. But I don’t love him anymore. I moved on. I wanted you to feel reassured toward that.”

“You did not have to tell me that. You don’t owe me anything but I appreciate, thank you.”

“You guys make a beautiful couple. And he is happy and in the end that is what I want the most for him.”

“You are really sweet; you make it hard for me to not like you.” Confessed Lyanna eliciting a slight laugh from Charlotte.

“Well thank you, I guess. Here’s my phone number, if you find yourself being bored of Charles and want to hang out, text me. I would really like to be your friend.”

Lyanna saved Charlotte's contact details in her phone and smiled at her. The brunette gave her a slight nod before walking away. When Lyanna returned to the room, Charlotte had disappeared and Charles was in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by his friends. She recognised Joris and Pierre in the distance but didn't dare intrude. Instead, she decided to join Pascale, who was alone at her table watching the room.

“How are you feeling, darling?” asked Pascale. “What you did out there for Charles was very brave.”

“I feel better now that is done. But I needed to tell him how I felt. I just did not know how.”

“Well I’d say that Charles will have a hard time to find something that will beat what you did for your birthday.”

“Well, he can always ask her to marry him, I’d say that would do the job perfectly fine.” Added Arthur that was passing by.

Lyanna blushed to the suggestion. It was definitely not in her plans for the near future. Even if imagining her future with Charles and imagining them getting married at some point made her feel fuzzy things.

It was late when Lyanna and Charles came back to the flat. Charles was slightly drunk and could not stop giggling. He was also extremely handsy with her. He could not stop touching her and following her around, trying to kiss her whenever he could. Lyanna found that annoyingly cute and she had a really hard time trying to put him into bed. And even in the darkness of the room and the comfort of the bed, Charles continued to tease her, playing with her hair and trying to pin her against him.

“Charles… sleep.” Tried to argue Lyanna.

“I don’t want to. Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?”

“Multiple times, yes.” She answered laughing slightly. “You are going to have such a headache tomorrow.”

“I don’t care. As long as you are here, it doesn’t matter. You are perfect. My Lyanna. My beautiful and perfect Lyanna. All mine and mine alone.”

“You are so drunk…”

“Drunk on love then.” he added.

“Yeah sure, babe. Goodnight Charles.” She said and kissed his cheek.

“Lyanna?”

“Yes, Charles?” she sighed.

She waited but nothing came out of his mouth. He was asleep.

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author's note: Since some of you were worried about Charlotte appearance in last chapter, I thought I was going to put an end to your fears right away. As usual I'm curious about your thoughts so feel free to express them whether it's through the comments, the ask box if your too shy or the DMs if you want to talk about the story a bit more. Take care and see you really soon for another update.

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