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nataliesfirefly · 9 months ago

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 5

a/n: hello!! i have a treat for u guys... so i know i said i don't really write smut but i felt like this story just needed it- this is my first time writing smut and it might lowkey suck. i hope it's good, i tried really hard but DAMN writing smut is not for the weak. props to you writers that do it so much better. anyways this part is kinda long BUTTT very juicy. please enjoy and leave a comment to tell me what you think or if you would like to be added to the taglist! also started posting this series on my ao3, it's the same as my tumblr username!

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word count: 4.5k

warnings: language, alcohol, smut, fingering, angst, mentions of weed

You wake up to someone saying your name and shaking you. “Wake up,” You realize it’s Venetia. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the warm golden light of your bedroom.

“What?” Your voice comes out weak and hoarse. “Oh, thank God. I was worried about you,” She rubs your back and you groan, rolling over and shoving your face into the sheets.

“Where did you disappear to last night? All I remember is you and Farleigh going upstairs—” She stops in the middle of her sentence like she is just processing what she said. “Wait- did you and Farleigh-”

“No! No, no, no.” You shake your head aggressively. You rack your brain to recall last night’s events. You remember drinking a lot of alcohol, making out with Farleigh, and then throwing up shortly afterwards.

“Did you drink too much?” Venetia asks, her hand still on your back. “No…” You attempt to lie but you know it’s useless.

You can’t hide your physical appearance, the sign that you obviously fell asleep drunk last night. You had slept in your dress, makeup was smudged all over your face and on the pillows of your bed, and your hair was tangled, the little butterfly clips that were once in it scattered around your bed.

“Babes. Sit up, you need to drink some water.” She stands up and goes into your bathroom. You hear the faucet running as you slowly sit up, and your brain feels like it’s rolling around in your head.

“Oww,” You wince at the throbbing headache and adjust yourself, leaning against the headboard. Venetia returns and hands you a glass of water. You take it and hold it with both hands, not trusting your unstable grasp. You take a sip, letting the cool water refresh your dry throat.

“Haven’t seen Farleigh since last night either, come to think of it,” She remarks, watching you take little sips of the water. “Felix took a liking to Sadie. And you know, no one can deny Felix, so… you can guess how that went,” She chuckles to herself.

You pause and look at her. “Like, Sadie as in the one Elspeth was trying to set Farleigh up with?” You ask. Venetia nods. “Yep. Felix just can’t keep himself away from girls.” She tuts and shakes her head.

“Farleigh didn’t like her anyway,” You mutter. “I figured.” She looks at you strangely, like she’s trying to figure you out, or figure something out.

“You two seem a lot closer lately.” She raises an eyebrow. “No.” You immediately reply. She giggles at your quick response. “What? It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” She says.

“It is a bad thing.” You sigh and shake your head. Venetia narrows her eyes at you suspiciously before leaning back, deciding not to press you any further.

“What can I get you? Some painkillers?” She asks. “Yes, please.” You nod gratefully and she climbs off of your bed, heading out of your room.

You stare at the wall, thinking about last night. You didn’t want to think about it, but your mind kept going back to it. Although you were drunk and your brain was hazy, you can still remember it so clearly. The way his big hands felt so perfectly on your hips, the way he kissed your neck, the way you felt while you were underneath him. The way he made you feel. Your stomach flips as you press your thighs together, suddenly feeling warmth creep onto your face.

When Venetia returns, she refills your glass of water and hands you some pills to take. As you tip your head back to swallow the painkillers, you hear her gasp softly.

“Are those hickeys? On your neck?” You freeze and your heart drops. “Shit,” You curse under your breath. You knew there would be marks but you seemed to forget by the time you woke up.

“Oh my God,” Venetia laughs and playfully pushes you. Your face grows even more red and you glance down to avoid her gaze. “I fucking knew it,” She giggles with satisfaction and you let out an annoyed sigh.

“Please don’t go telling everyone. I don’t even know how it all happened,” You pinch the space between your eyes while closing them. “You know I won’t tell. I’m the best secret keeper around,” She nudges you softly.

“Just because we made out does not mean we’re anything,” You explain to her as if you’re trying to justify a crime. But deep down, some part of you wishes that wasn’t true. You want to at least be something to him. “We were just drunk.” Just drunk, you thought.

You manage to clean up your appearance and cover the bruises on your neck with lots of makeup. You walk downstairs to get some breakfast, maybe some toast or something to take it easy on your stomach.

You walk into the dining room and see Farleigh seated at his usual spot. After a brief moment of eye contact, you immediately drop your gaze to the floor and turn to walk to the buffet of fruit and pastries. You grab a plate and begin assembling your meal. You pause when you hear someone standing up from a chair and footsteps behind you.

Quickly, you turn around to see Farleigh walking out of the room. You watch him leave, confused by his sudden exit. You shrug and turn back to your breakfast, carrying your plate over to the table and sitting down.

You are enjoying the nice moment of peace and quiet as you take small bites of your croissant, until Felix walks in and stands on the other side of the table, looking down at you.

“Hey. Can we talk? Please?” He asks, sitting down in the chair across from you. You nod and take a drink of water.

“I’m sorry. I know Farleigh has told you things I have said. I don’t know if he’s making things up or telling the truth, but I’m sorry either way.” He says, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“I forgive you, but why would you say those things if you didn’t mean them?” You reply, trying to find compassion for him while also trying to understand his mind. “I’m not sure. I just say dumb things sometimes, mate.”

Although this seemed like a half-assed apology and you were reluctant to accept it, you wanted things to go back to normal with Felix, or as normal as they could be, especially since you have to deal with him the rest of the summer. You want to enjoy every summer at Saltburn you have left before you graduate and move on with your life. But your thoughts still linger on why Felix treated you like some stray dog off the street during your argument a few days ago, and if he meant everything he said.

“Okay.” You nod and he grins. “Friends?” He holds out his hand for you to shake across the table. You lean forward and reach out, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “Friends.” You repeat.

Dinner that night feels different. Farleigh is quieter than usual, not interjecting with his little comments or jabs. He doesn’t even glance in your direction, even though you try staring him down multiple times. His eyes are glued to the table, or off to the side somewhere else. He’s been avoiding you all day, icing you out.

“How did you and Sadie get along, Farleigh?” Elspeth suddenly asks. Farleigh shrugs. “Alright,” He says simply. Elspeth tilts her head slightly and looks back down to her plate, a puzzled look on her face.

Venetia clears her throat. “I think Sadie and Felix got along especially well.” Felix coughs suddenly. “Venetia,” He mutters. She smirks, and you laugh quietly.

One evening, you walk downstairs to look for Venetia. It’s been three painful days of Farleigh ignoring and avoiding you. You can’t lie, you miss his company, as much as it pains you to admit it.

You find Farleigh sitting on the couch in the lounge room, reading a book. Now’s your chance. He can’t avoid you now.

You approach the couch and sit down next to him. He stiffens before standing up, placing the book on the arm of the couch, and walking out of the room. What the fuck?

No, no. You can’t stand him ignoring you. It’s making your blood boil, that familiar feeling returning. Your anger towards him overcomes your senses.

You stand up and race after him, passing through the study, surrounded by tall, dark shelves of dusty old classics. You reach out and grab his wrist, forcing him to turn around. His cold and dark eyes pierce into you, and you can feel the tension already building.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You ask, your voice coming out harsher than you expected.

“Avoiding you?” He raises an eyebrow and acts clueless. Of course, he’s playing dumb. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He puts on a look of confusion, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Bullshit. You haven’t talked to me for three days. You left me that night when I was literally throwing up,” Your voice seethes with anger. He tilts his head, only now realizing you are alluding to the other night’s events.

“I was drunk. We both were.” He says. He steps forward, towering over you. “It didn’t mean anything. Don’t be an idiot,” He lowers his voice and his tone is condescending.

“Don’t do that. I know you felt it, too.” You say, lowering your own voice. You tighten your fingers around his wrist and stare deep into his eyes, searching for something, anything.

He pauses and stares right back at you. For a moment, everything is still. Until he rips his arm from your grasp and steps away.

“Felt what?” He asks, his voice cold. “Fuck you,” You whisper through gritted teeth, feeling angry because you know he’s bluffing.

“Oh yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He replies teasingly, tilting his head with a slight smirk, showing his teeth.

You look away, clearly flustered and your face becomes hot. You aren’t sure what to say as you stare down at the floor. Before you know it he’s stepping back up to you and grabbing your wrist, pulling you close to him almost too quickly. You almost trip on your own feet as he effortlessly grabs you.

He leans down, his eyes flickering from your lips back to your own. You take the hint and stand on the tips of your toes to meet his height, tilting your head as your noses brush together. There’s only a millisecond of hesitation before he’s kissing you in the same way he did a few nights ago, like he’s making up for lost time.

His arms wrap around you hurriedly, desperately, as if you were trying to get away from him. Which you definitely weren’t. You place your hands on his chest to ground you as you both stumble backwards before your back hits one of the bookshelves.

You gasp for air and you hear Farleigh breathing heavily after he pulls away, but only for a brief second. His eyes are clouded with lust, his pupils blown wide, the black almost overtaking the beautiful brown rings around them.

His lips are on yours again, his body pinning you to the bookshelf. You reach your arms up to his broad shoulders as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth. Your eyes flutter with delight as you melt into the kiss, feeling his hands travel down to your lower back, and then your hips.

You feel his hand slip under your sundress and grab your thigh, pushing your leg up and to the side, giving some distance between your legs. He nudges his knee right in that spot, softly grinding it against you.

He pulls away to watch your reaction, biting his bottom lip as your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly and a soft moan escapes you. “Farleigh,” You gasp, your breath short as your hands grasp onto his shoulders.

“Hmm?” He mutters, tilting his head down to kiss your neck. Your neck is still sensitive from the bruises he had left last night, but you don’t care. Your mind can only seem to focus on the ache between your legs, your body practically screaming for him.

“Please,” You whisper, although you aren’t sure what you’re begging for. But he seems to know exactly what you want. He moves his knee slightly, still keeping your leg up, and the hand that was hooked under your thigh is now hiking your dress up for easier access. His fingers dance along your inner thigh and eventually, he’s pushing your panties to the side and your breath catches in your throat as you feel his finger dipping into your wet folds without warning.

He seems to groan in response to how soaked you are, and you would normally be embarrassed, but you’re too turned on at the moment to care. Your eyebrows draw upwards and your mouth falls open as his thumb nudges at your clit, tracing agonizingly slow circles. All you can do is whimper in response as he teases you, your knees feeling so weak, like you could fall over at any minute.

Suddenly, one of his long fingers is pushing deep into the heat of your cunt, pulling a short moan out of you as your head falls forward, your forehead resting on his chest. Your walls stretch around his digit and he groans again. “So tight,” He mutters, that alone almost causing your knees to give out. Not long after, he adds a second finger, his thumb still rubbing your clit at a slightly faster pace. You can feel that familiar heat building up in your lower stomach already, causing your heart to race even faster.

You begin to grind against his hand, rolling your hips mindlessly at the tempo he set for the both of you. You swear you hear him moan, his other hand’s grip on your waist tightening to keep you in place. He seems to be enjoying this just as much as you are, his fingers curling and gliding inside of you so delightfully. His fingertips brush up against that heavenly, spongy spot inside of you that you had never been able to reach on your own, causing your jaw to go slack.

“Shit- Right there,” You grip his shoulders even harder, your head lolling back. “Yeah?” He responds, his voice deep and raspy. You nod senselessly, and his fingers continue going deeper, determined to give you that pleasure you were chasing after. It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin to tear up as his fingers glide against that spot, over and over. You feel the white hot pleasure building and building, like a coil threatening to unravel at any moment. “Far-” You manage to choke out as if to warn him.

“Look at me,” Farleigh demands, and you don’t know if you can. Your head is tilted back and your eyes are fluttering, gazing up at the ceiling. “I can’t-” You shake your head as his fingers continue working on you, your chest heaving up and down. You want to feel that euphoric relief but you don’t want the moment to end either, but it feels so good that it almost starts to hurt.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head down so that you are forced to look right at him. Your eyes are glazed over and half-lidded, your lashes wet from your tears. “Such a slut. So easy to please,” He mutters, dragging his thumb down your swollen bottom lip. “I need– Can’t-” You whimper, apparently unable to form coherent sentences as you feel your climax approaching. “Need what, baby?” He asks tauntingly, and with one final stroke on your clit, you’re gone.

Your whole body tightens and stills, the pleasure racking through you. Your eyes roll back and you claw at his shoulders desperately as he helps you ride it out. When your eyes return to him, he has an almost pained expression on his face as he watches you come undone. He moans and lets go of your chin, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You lick the tears that built at the corners of your lips, your body going limp as you breathe heavily due to the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, letting your dress fall back down over your legs. He takes the smallest step away from you, and you can finally raise your head enough to look up at him. His gaze bores into yours as he puts those two fingers into his mouth, tasting you, swirling his tongue over them. You can’t seem to look away. You’re fascinated by his dedication.

“See you in the morning,” His arms return to his sides and he grins smugly, turning to walk out of the study. You stand there in shock, not sure what to do with yourself. What the hell just happened? Your legs are still shaking as you flatten your dress with trembling hands.

2 YEARS EARLIER

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, pulling your hair forward to fall over your shoulders. You spun around, observing the outfit that your roommate, Lola, had put together for you. A short, denim skirt with a cropped black top with some band’s name on it. It was simple but cute.

“You look so good,” Lola stepped up behind you and grinned at your appearance. “I think I did a great job.” She nodded and slapped you on the ass. “You did. It was all you,” You told her, leaning forward to flick a remnant of mascara off your face.

You had gotten all dressed up to go clubbing with Lola. It took loads of convincing, but eventually, you agreed. In about a month or two, you would have to start revising for exams, and you wanted to get good scores. So, this was kind of your last chance to go out, have a good time, stay up late, drink, and party until you forget about your stress.

“Wait, do my extensions look alright? My sister bought them for me. She told me they were trending,” You turned around to examine her hair. She had put a few clip-in pink hair extensions to contrast her dark brown hair. “They look great.” You said. She smiled at you before turning around. “Let’s get going then,” She grabbed her purse and you followed suit, trying not to trip in your chunky platform boots.

Almost everyone you knew from Oxford was at that club. It was the closest one to campus, after all. Felix waved you and Lola over to the bar.

“So, Lola, how’s second term going for you?” Felix asked, sliding her a tall glass of beer. She shrugged, taking the beer and tasting the foam at the top. “Good. Can’t complain,” She grinned. “Same here. Just can’t wait for exams,” He remarked sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah. So excited,” You joined in, and you all chuckled. “Well, I’m going to the loo.” Lola nudged you and you turned to her. “C’mon,” She muttered. “Oh- Okay,” Felix watched you two walk off to the bathroom.

There was a line for the toilets, but instead Lola brought you to the side. “I don’t actually need to go. I just… have a question,” She had some kind of mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “What’s up?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s about Felix. Is he single?” You groaned and facepalmed. “Lola. We’ve been over this.” Lola had an intense crush on Felix ever since you introduced them to each other. You told her that it would make things awkward if they dated, considering they were both your best friends, but she never seemed to give up on her dream.

“Well, is he?” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I don’t know. He’s not really one to… settle down. He gets with a different girl, like, every other night.” You shrugged helplessly. Lola bit her lip, considering her options.

“If you are wanting a serious relationship with him, good luck.” You shook your head. Lola raised her eyebrows. “So, what about just a shag?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “I mean, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“Okay. What should I say?” Lola chewed on her nail nervously. “Uhh, just… Flirt, I guess.” You shrugged. She groaned. “You are absolutely no help.” She pat you on the shoulder before spinning on her heel and walking back out into the club and towards the bar again. “Good luck!” You shouted after her, but you don’t think she heard you.

Great. Now you were on your own. You sighed and walked out of the bathroom, shoving past groups of girls and loud men. You headed over to the lounge area, where many people sat on the velvet couches, smoking, playing drinking games, or full on making out.

You recognized one of the people in the corner. Farleigh. He was heavily making out with someone, almost grinding on them. It was most likely Sasha, you thought. But no, the other person was too tall to be Sasha. You squinted and walked a bit closer. Joshua?!

Farleigh was making out with Joshua Brown. “The fuck?” You muttered under your breath. You thought Joshua was straight. I mean, he liked girls so much, it never would have crossed your mind that he would be into men.

You wondered if you should tell Sasha about this… situation. You knew she was here tonight, you saw her earlier shaking ass on the dancefloor. And you could have sworn Farleigh was right next to her. Oh well. You wanted an excuse to snitch on Farleigh.

You backed away and walked speedily to the dancefloor, searching for Sasha. “Have you seen Sasha?” You asked a random girl. She shook her head.

You moved through the throng of students and eventually saw her. She was standing towards the edge of the dancefloor, speaking to one of her girl friends, nodding enthusiastically.

“Sasha!” You jogged over to her and paused to catch your breath. She looked you up and down like she was trying to recognize you. “Uhhh..” She trailed off, glancing to her friend. Her friend shook her head, as if to say, ‘I don’t know her either.’

“I know you don’t know me. Well, maybe you do and you just forgot, but-” You paused, realizing you sound stupid. “Anyways. I just wanted to ask if you were aware that Farleigh and Joshua Brown are making out right now…?”

She stared at you like you just spoke a different language. Then, she finally seemed to process what you said. “What? Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked over to her friend once again. You nodded. “Sorry.”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. Where exactly was this happening?” She asked, and you could tell she was mad. You could feel the rage radiating from her.

“Over by the lounge,” You told her, pointing to the opposite side of the club where you had just come from. She nodded and grabbed her friend’s hand. “Let’s go get this dumb bitch,” Sasha told her.

“Yikes,” You whispered, watching them storm off together. You kind of wanted to see Farleigh get his ass handed to him, so you followed far behind them.

They were still all over each other by the time Sasha and her friend reached them. “Hey, what the fuck?!” Sasha yelled, earning a few glances from some innocent bystanders. Farleigh froze and pushed Joshua off of him. “Shit. Hey, Sasha.” He stood there awkwardly.

Sasha stepped up to him and slapped him across the face. “Are you a fucking idiot? You asshole! Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?” Farleigh’s eyes widened as he stared down at her, completely at a stand still.

“You fucking cheater,” Her voice seethed with anger. “What, have you two already shagged?” She pointed to Joshua. Joshua just stood there, eyes wide and face flushed with embarrassment. “No, we haven’t.” Farleigh replied. “And it’s not cheating. We were just-”

“Shut the fuck up.” She raised her finger at Farleigh. “Sasha, baby, please.” He opened his arms and she shook her head. “No. You’re probably high. I can smell the fucking weed on you,”

Farleigh’s eyes trailed from Sasha over to you. His eyes narrowed and it’s like he knew immediately that you were the one who snitched on him. You lowered your gaze to the floor and stepped back before turning and walking away.

Later that night, you sat with Joshua in his dorm, consoling him as he cried. Lola had texted you to inform you that she and Felix were going back to his place. You guessed she was successful after all. You held him as his shoulders shook, feeling his tears falling onto your shirt.

“I feel awful. Sasha didn’t deserve that,” He looked up at you and you nodded. “I know. Listen, they’ll be back together in no time. Trust me.” You pat his head. “And now everyone thinks I’m gay,” He sobbed.

“Well.. are you?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. He shrugged. “I’ve just always thought Farleigh was so hot and tonight… well, he gave me some weed and then he kissed me. How could I say no?”

Oh. It made so much sense now. Joshua was always talking about Farleigh, how he was good with both girls and boys, and his skills. You thought maybe he had been jealous, but all along, he just had a crush on him.

“Damn. It’s okay. It may… take some time to figure things out, you know?” You rubbed his back and he sniffled.

You stayed the night at Joshua’s. It was already too late for you to return back to your own dorm, and you didn’t even have the key to your room. Lola did, and you knew she wasn’t there. He fell asleep with his head on your lap, so you had no choice but to lean back and try to get some sleep, despite the uncomfortable position you were in.

To no surprise, you heard Sasha and Farleigh fucking during the early hours of the morning. You knew their relationship was so fucked that Farleigh cheating wouldn’t change anything. Sasha pretended to be angry, but she loved him too much to break up with him. So instead, they just fucked.

You sat there and stared at the wall, wondering if Farleigh was the problem or if Sasha was. Sasha was psychotic, but Farleigh was the one making out with someone else. Maybe Sasha gave him a pass because he was high. Either way, you figured they were very dysfunctional. But why were you so invested in trying to figure them out, or rather, figure him out? You decided to think about that question in the morning as you drifted off to sleep.

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Kiss me once, kiss me twice

Synopsis: slow dancing with Seungmin after a long day.

Pairings: bf!Seungmin × fem!reader

Warnings: fluffiest shit to ever erupt out of this blog, hurt/comfort, crying, hurt/comfort, reader is exhausted, mention of food, joke about wanting to die

A/N: can everyone here tell I'm lonely as fuck rn and want someone to hold me and tell me I'm their baby. No? Cool NOW READ.

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Seungmin was your comfort.

He was your cocoon which you could wrap yourself into and sleep after a long caterpillar day and turn into a pretty butterfly the next day.

Seungmin was also a menace, no doubt in that, always finding ways to tease you, never wasting a second in making quips. But sometimes it doesn't become a joke for you, when you're tired and all you want is a hug and all he does is tease you.

Work had been shitty today. Two breaks had gone by like the pretty autumn sun when Seungmin's eyes would light up like your entire universe. Almost fifteen meetings and one spilt coffee later, you found yourself spiralling down a wormhole of wanting nothing but a pillow to scream into or someone to bury yourself in.

Seungmin, being that specific someone.

"Did you bury a body or something?" Seungmin teased, as you plopped down onto the couch, tears still fresh on your skin. Ponyo had been playing on the tv as you wrapped yourself into Seungmin's arms, nuzzling yourself like a baby.

"Y/N you're choking me." Seungmin laughed, loosening his grip a bit, "If I wanted to die by your arms I would have said so you know."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Y/Nnie? Please come out love." Seungmin knocked on the bathroom door in homeless despair as the only thing that answered him was a stark, emotionless 'no'. He sighed and brought himself down to sit against the door.

"Did you drag a body against the door." He heard your grumbles from the other side, bringing a slight smile to his face. "Would you like me to?" He answered, this time, earning the faint sound of your giggle.

A crack in the hole, finally.

With a crack of a hinge, Seungmin suddenly fell back onto the tiles of the bathroom as you opened the door. His confused face as he lay on the floor bought a smile to yours as you giggled and helped him get up.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled as you brought your arms to his neck, wrapping yourself around him like a grass covered snake on a willow tree. Seungmin swayed you like that for a while as his arms twisted around your waist, keeping you to his body securely.

Moonlight flooded the room from the open windows as a light breeze blew, making your skin curdle into goosebumps. Yet your body stayed warm in Seungmin's embrace.

"Are we dancing right now?" You giggled into Seungmin's shoulder, noticing the way he was swaying you around. Seungmin's chuckle sounded like a melody in your ear as he started moving his feet in a waltz like movement.

"Wait." He let go your waist and dramatically bowed to you, kissing the tip of your hand. His lips felt like soft cotton on your skin.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" He spoke, an octave lower than his normal voice, extending his hand to you, which you took, tracing the lines on his palm.

"Of course, my lord." You responded, holding back a giggle and resting your hands over his shoulders, whilst his went to your waist as if a iron attracting magnet or an orphan attracting misfortune.

His movements were gentle, slow, comforting. As you swayed left and right, taking in his scent, you felt the earth wrap around you like a mother wrapping her arms around her newborn child. The room felt sepia toned, a warm ocean dragging you to comfort. Your mind took you away from all the bad things that had happened today and rested solely on the boy in front of you, soundlessly swaying you to an invisible melody.

Seungmin hummed a soft tone to your ear as his nose kept burrying into your neck. He loved the way you smelled exactly like all his dreams.

"I know that song." You perked up, and gently hummed along with Seungmin. "Kiss me once then kiss me twice-" you sang softly, "Then kiss me once again." "it's been a long, long time." Seungmin finished your melody in his honey sweet voice.

His lips on yours felt bittersweet, like the warm feeling on sand on the beach as he dug his fingers softly into your skin like a painter gripping his paintbrush. Art was always your ghetto, and his kissed deserved to be in a museum, painted all pretty in a canvas for you.

You stayed melted into each other for some time, before you noticed Seungmin quietly dragging you to the bed. "Want to cuddle?" He asked meekly, puppy eyes shining through. You hummed in response, being too tired and too comfortable to say anything.

"Am I choking you?" You asked uncertainly as you and Seungmin settled underneath the covers. Seungmin chuckled and tightened his grip around you. "I'm good love. But if I were to die from all the cuddling, just know that I died happy."

"that's what we'll write on your tombstone then." You laughed softly, not wanting to disrupt the silent slumber of all the dust, the insects and the sky, "Death by Y/N." "Hmm I don't think so." Seungmin's chuckle sent a warm shiver down your body, "We'll write 'Death by Y/N's kisses."

"that would be my favourite way to death." He whispered at last, as both of you melted like ice cream in the summer, into unbothered sleep, not caring what the next morning may bring

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long long time.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years ago

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : Disastrous Dinner with your parents leads to a small quarrel between you two.

Warning: Smoking, mention of recreational drug use, insecurities, a bit of angst, not so great parenting , 4.5 k words

After your mom left you immediately took a shower to cool down a little bit, it was 10 am and you had plenty of time to prepare for the evening.

He went to the bathroom after you and when he came out you could feel him staring at you but he wasn't saying anything.

"What?" You looked at him so he averted his gaze and pretended to read his book. "Gotta call my boss, i don't think I can go to work today"

You mumbled as you dialed the manager's number and put it on speaker phone because you wanted to paint your toenails.

"Hiii Mark it's y/n" you said cheerfully and you heard him grumbling in response. Just great

"I just ..uhh wanted to tell you that I won't be able to make it today, sooo"

"Whyyyyy?"

"Uhhh it's a family emergency"

"You can't just take a leave out of nowhere, you have to inform way beforehand, " he said, clearly sounding upset. Did he understand the meaning of emergency? Doofus

"Yeah I would have but it's umm I don't think you heard me right. I said that my family's car was hit by a bulldozer and some of them were still in it. And now they're in an emergency ward so I have to go see them..see you tomorrow byee" you tapped on your head in frustration as you hung up "Argggghh I hate this day already"

Also, why did you have to keep the phone on the speaker?

"So your mother seem ..a bit ahhh –" you found him to struggling to form a complete sentence which wasn't like him at all.

"Overbearing?"

"That. Yes. That"

"She is like that, but she means well"

His brows furrowed as you said that. He was finding it a tad harder to believe.

"Okay, we need to make a man, asap" you said to him as you tightly closed the bottle of the nail paint after you were done using it. He laughed in response because he thought you were joking.

"Darling, I promise it can not be Asap. I mean it would take months for him to grow in your womb before he's birthed and–" he stopped talking as you gave him the look that he had learned to understand as a sign for Stop right now. You sighed as you stood up and went down on your knees in front of him, you placed your hands on his thighs and the position made him gulp.

"I want you to be my boyfriend" his eyes flickered as you said that.

"Ohhhhh?"

"Just for the evening" you clarified it immediately. God you hoped he didn't think of you as some midgardian desperate creep.

"Oh"

"Will you do it for me please?"

"I uhhh–"

"Pleaseee please do it .. please I'm begging you Loki please I'll do anything you'd ask please " you joined your palms together and begged him to just help you out. You didn't really have to beg he thought, you saved his arse, he would walk right into the sun if you'd ask him to.

"I just..never have been a boyfriend before "

"You said you had relationships "

"What is the correlation here?"

"Huh?" He sighed as you failed to understand him.

"I just don't want to ruin this evening which I am sensing- is already a very stressful affair for you" he mumbled as he placed his elbows down on his thighs to rest his chin in the palms of his hand.

"You won't ruin it, oh no please. I'd love to have a friend while we eat dinner..a friend who actually likes me..you know" your eyes teared up so he cupped your cheeks and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead. That gesture made you feel so warm but you wished you had more time to relish in this feeling.

"I am very fond of you my darling" he mumbled softly. The words made the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. Okay so you were attracted to him which you had already figured by the intense feeling you kept having where you wanted to fuck him all the time, there was the bubbling scorching heat between you two and you also wanted to cuddle him all the time now, all of these things combined together looked bad when you considered how he was literally unattainable. A fucking prince, he was a god that you couldn't even dream of having. He probably wouldn't even look twice at you if you were in a crowded room full of all the beautiful women in the world, women that he probably deserved to have.

Everyone kept telling you that you had higher standards for yourself but then he must have them too right? You weren't it unfortunately.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yess" you stood up and jumped around a little in excitement.

"Oh wait butt oh no.. they can't see you..my mom will recognise you, she's obsessed with you..but in a very bad way"

"She is?"

"Yeah she hates you "

"I figured that..umm do not worry about that. I'll take care of this" he pointed towards his face so you went down on your knees again. You had to stop doing this in front of him because one of these times he'd forget to enchant his cock to not get hard in a jiffy.

"But .. I don't want anyone else there, I want you, I mean. I like this face..it's such a loki looking face that I like" he chuckled as you said that. Sometimes your words hardly made any sense and that's exactly why he adored them so much.

"How about I change my hair and the color of my eyes, maybe get a bit of facial hair, the face stays" you tilted your head as he said that.

"That could work besides there's no way she'd think that you're him with all those modifications you know..oh that's a great idea. Well I'm going to cook now..by the way can I paint your toenails afterwards? You have such pretty toes" you got up from the floor again so he looked down at his feet.

"Noooo" he yelled, making you giggle but now another thing was starting to bother you.

"Wait a second!! You don't have clothes, I need to get you earth people clothes"

"Yes I was troubled by that thought" He did have a suit he had stolen from a midgardian shop when he visited Thor a few years prior after he was banished but for some reason the idea of putting it on again disgusted him. And he couldn't have worn his famous Terrorist from Asgard terrorising Stuttgart overcoat either for obvious reasons.

"Oh no I have to go get it for you then ..it's 11 already and I have to make dinner, and dessert also and oh my god it's so dirty around here, what I'm gonna doooo??" he walked towards as you started to freak out again.

"Now let us pause for a moment here. Take a deep breath for me, can you?" He told you as he grabbed your shoulders to calm you down.

"Okayy..okay..i'm just freaking out" you took a deep breath in order to not pass out right this moment.

"You go purchase the attire for me and I will tidy up the space until then. That is alright?" He asked you so you hugged him tightly, his arms instantly wrapped around your waist as if it was the most natural state in the world, breathing in the scent of your hair he sighed deeply.

He really needed to get a grip. A woman like you deserved a man so noble and not a hideous looking frost giant like him whose moral compass has broken a long time ago. You have waited so long for the man of your dreams and he could never be it for you.

"I'll be back soon"

It took you two hours to find something decent for him to wear, you even had to buy a pair of shoes for him, you saw a bunch of cute t-shirts so you bought that as well. You heard the shower running when you came back from the mall, you couldn't even recognise your apartment. It looked beautiful. First of all it was clean, ofcourse. But he had done something with the lighting as well, it seemed fancier, like a classy restaurant, and it smelled really good too. He had also filled the space with a much needed furniture you didn't have.

There was an elegant looking table right in front of the kitchenette. Bonus point? It also had chairs, you had chairs in your apartment.

The bed was covered in a beautiful satin sheet. Asgardian sheet. He also had that sofa all cleaned up, it looked brand new.

You put the shopping bags down on the sofa as your eyes circled around again. When he entered the room you immediately ran towards him to hug him, momentarily forgetting that he was naked from the waist up and dripping wet.

"This is.. gorgeous..you're like a sorcerer" you mumbled as you pulled away from him and took a few steps back, he was freezing cold. He smiled as he walked closer and wiped the droplets of water from your cheeks, the ones you had gotten by hugging onto his naked wet chest so tightly.

"I'm a sorcerer " he giggled and it made your heart grow ten times larger.

"Thank you Loki, you have no idea what you have done for me" your eyes teared up and so did his, but then again you didn't have time to enjoy this moment, they would be here in like three hours, you also had to get ready.

He tried to help you in the kitchen as much as he could but he wasn't really helping plus the heat bothered him a lot so you made him sit down on the sofa, he had done enough already and you were very grateful for that.

After cooking and assembling the cutleries on the table which again was the courtesy of your alien friend, you put on a dress and finished your makeup. You looked good for a change, the black dress complimented your dark soul. It always did.

You looked at him as he got himself dressed too, you didn't want to go overboard with his attire, there was a dark green jacket because you remembered that to be his favorite color, a plain black t shirt underneath with a tight fitted trouser. For some reason you knew he wasn't the denim jeans type of alien god.

His tush looked extremely good in those pants but that's not what shocked you, it was the change in his appearance. He kept his face but his hair was no longer raven, it was light brown and shorter, you could finally see the back of his neck and it was as smooth as the rest of his skin, his eyes were hazel brown, light freckles adorned his nose and cheeks. The finishing touch was the golden tan on his skin and that I haven't shaved in a week stubble. Even though he had the same face he didn't look like himself. He actually reminded you of that guy from that one King Kong movie you couldn't remember the name of.

"This okay? Or do I resemble my oaf brother a little too much" He asked you so you smiled.

"You look very handsome mister" And hot, and sexy, delicious.

A nervous laughter escaped his throat at the compliment.

"And you my lady, you look–-" before he could finish his words you heard the buzzer going off so you hurriedly stepped towards the door and got them in. You felt anxious and awkward like always, having dinner with four people where you didn't really like the three of them was not your idea of fun. As you opened the door you saw your mom and her husband David first so you hugged her and your step father gave you a side hug.

"Welcome to my humble abode" you chuckled as they stepped in, then you met his daughters from hell, his perfect little princesses, the elder one was named Chelsea, she was a year younger than you and married. Ofcourse because she was just perfect like that. You weren't expecting her to bring her husband Shawn though.

"Wow i didn't know husbands were coming" you mumbled as you hugged her and your mom glared at you.

The younger sister Courtney gave you cheek kisses. Pretentious bitch. She was just 25 but obviously more accomplished and much more successful in her career according to your mother.

As they all stepped inside you noticed them looking around, they had never been here before.

"Wow, this is so tiny and adorable, you know when daddy said you were renting a studio apartment i thought it'd be bigger" Courtney said and you resisted the urge to poke her eyes out.

"It's actually bigger than most studio apartments, I'm actually not supposed to have that whole window area, default in their infrastructure, goodie goodie for me" you felt everyone's eyes on you so you stopped talking immediately, turned around and walked towards Loki, you grabbed his arm and decided to introduce him to everyone, most of them looked shocked but atleast your mother was smiling from ear to ear.

"This is uhh.." oh god you didn't think of a name. Ofcourse you didn't. You see Perfect Chelsea over there would have thought of a name.

"Mark, this is Mark Johnson..he's an auditor for the ..uhhh Marks and Spencers" they smiled at him as you introduced him. No, that name didn't sound fake at all. Nope.

"Hello Mrs. Umm –" he looked at your mother. Wow you two really should have discussed this part a little more. Like for real.

"Used to be something else now she's Mrs Jackson" you told him so he gave your mom a hug. She looked at you as she hugged him and mumbled a wow behind his back which made you want to die from embarrassment.

You didn't want to waste much time so you all sat down for dinner. The problem was he only made six chairs, and there were 7 of you. Gee, No thanks husband Shawn.

"You sit down okay?" You made Loki sit down so he grabbed your arm and scooted a little to the side, one of his buttocks was hanging in the air but he didn't care, he didn't want you to feel left out at your own family dinner.

As you sat down next to him, well almost onto him, everyone cooed. It's not as if you weren't getting used to being squished against him.

"So i noticed the accent, are you a London boy Mr. Mark" you wanted to hurl at the way Courtney was looking at him.

"Uhh yes, England" You took a sip of the wine you had in front of you, for the god of lies, he wasn't really good at living up to that status.

"So you're here on business? How did you two meet?" Your mom asked you so this time you answered instead.

"Ohh he's a member at the gym I work for" you smiled.

"Why do I feel like I have seen you somewhere?" Your mom squinted her eyes and it made you nervous.

"Ohh he looks like that guy from that movie.. I don't remember..the one with the big burly ape" you agreed as Shawn said that. Well thanks Shawn

"Ohhhh yeah..yeah you're right"

"So auditing? You like that job, son?" David asked him. Oh!! he's not your son David. No no considering his age, David was the son, his father was the son, his grandfather was the son. Why couldn't you just stop having thoughts for once?

"No. I don't know what that is actually" he chuckled and then you heard them all laughing in unison. You did too before you glared at him,

"Wow, good looking and funny. By the way, raise your glasses everyone.. I have an announcement" Courtney grabbed her glass of wine and took a deep breath before she proceeded to speak.

"I got the job in London..ahhhh" she squealed as she celebrated herself and everyone then squealed for her, she worked for an embassy or something, you never cared to find out. Your mother did remind you now and again as how it could have been you if you'd have been a little sincere about your life.

"Ohh honey congratulations, that's amazing, I'm sooo proud of you" your mom said to her so you smiled in disbelief.

"Okay okay..i have a news too. We have a news" Chelsea said as she smiled from ear to ear and looked at her husband "So I'm not drinking wine because I'm abstaining, I lied sorry.. hint hint" She pointed towards her belly and the whole world gasped for her.

"Call Odin and ask him if he heard the gasps" you mumbled in his ear and he bit on his cheek to stop himself from smiling. She was pregnant ofcourse. They all hugged her and congratulated the lovely couple, so did you, you had no other choice.

"Both of our daughters make me so happy sweetie" David's eyes teared up as he held your mother's hand.

"I am so proud of them"

After the happiness died down a little, Courtney looked at you.

"So y/n you're a trainer at the gym right..don't they like pay very less?"

"It actually depends on my competence and how many clients I can get in a month," you said to her. No you didn't miss the snark, you just wanted to ignore it.

"Oh.. so less huh"

God you hated her.

"Shoot i am out" David said as he opened the box of his cigarettes.

"Oh honey" your mom comforted him and then she glared at you as Courtney made another comment.

"Y/n smokes, just ask her for one dad"

"It was just that one time.."

You tried to defend yourself but your mom cut you off as she shook her head in disappointment.

"Look if you have it, just be a good hostess and give one to him" she said to you so you were about to get up but Loki stopped you.

"I'll get it darling. I found it while cleaning" he said to you so you smiled, as he walked towards the closet you wondered what he meant, what did he find? As he returned he passed the lighter to David along with that fucking joint you couldn't find yesterday.

"Uhhh this is not..is this weed?"

You stood up and snatched it from his hand. Loki felt mortified now, maybe he should have asked first if your stepfather wanted to smoke weed or something else. He really should have thought a little harder about it.

"It's not mine, it's a friend's" you mumbled so your mom looked at you.

"Oh sweetie, are you in the wrong company again?" She questioned and you immediately denied. You felt overwhelmed now, you just wanted to go cry in your bathroom.

"I apologise darling, i had no clue what he wanted" he whispered in your ear so you sighed. He just wanted to help.

"It's fine..it's okay " you told him, you didn't want him to feel bad about this even though you felt completely mortified now.

"So what are your plans for marriage?" The wine came out of your nose as your mom questioned Loki.

"Mommm" you glared at her and gestured to cut it out but ofcourse she ignored the cue.

"I'm just asking, you two make a cute couple..what do you guys think?" She looked around the table for approval.

"Ohhh yess hook him in y/n before you lose this one too" Courtney cackled like a witch. Loki felt awful, these people reminded him of those bilgesnipes, all ready to pounce and attack you for no reason. He felt something grazing over his shin so he looked under the table and saw a bunch of toes rubbing against him. It belonged to one of your sisters.

"She's touching me" he whispered in your ear so you looked under the table and she stopped immediately.

"Marriage is such a beautiful thing, it just makes me sad that y/n is going to be in her thirties now and she's still..so lonely" Chelsea gave you a sad look making you scoff in response.

"But I'm happy.. and I don't really care alright?"

"Well you should care honey, when you're sixty and alone with no-one to take care of you you'll regret this attitude" your eyes teared up as your mother chimed in. You saw your step sisters smiling and passing glances to each other.

"Didn't you marry twice?" Loki asked your mother so you glared at him and asked him to cut it out.

"Excuse me?" Your mom had the typical look of disapproval now. You could just tell she didn't really like him any longer.

"You married her father and it must not have worked very well since you are married to this gentleman here now?" He asked her again so you facepalmed.

"But that's life, that happens, sometimes things don't work out between two people, there are several different reasons why people get divorced" she raised her voice a little and you could feel everything getting out of your hand now.

"Well pardon my interference but perhaps she doesn't want that to happen to her as well, maybe she wants to spend her life with someone who would be there for every reason and not only for a season" your mom gave him a death glare as he said that and so did you. The tension in the room kept on piling up.

He could tell you were upset with him for opening his big mouth today.

After the dinner and dessert ended, you were hoping for them to just leave, you had no energy to take more insults.

"Sooo we are going to be here for two days, let's go somewhere tomorrow" your mom hugged you as she spoke so you hummed in agreement "And lose this one, he's not the type of man who is going to marry you" she said to you as she pulled away.

"Yeah? Why do you think that?" You chuckled but it was because of the frustration you were feeling in the moment.

"Look at him honey. Don't be such a fool, men like him don't settle for women like us, he's just having his fun I can tell" you nodded as she said that. Once they all left you shut the main door with a force and then you turned around to glare at him.

"Y/n i –"

"You could have just kept your mouth shut you know"

"I didn't intend to disrespect her, she just--"

"What were you trying to do then huh? Do you know how hard that divorce was on her? On me?" Your eyes welled up as you questioned him. That comment your mom made was the last nail in the coffin and unfortunately she wasn't here to bear the brunt of it so you took it out on him.

"I am sorry, please don't be upset darling" he mumbled softly but you were too angry to care right now.

"I'm not your darling, giving him the roll of weed wasn't enough for you huh? God I wish you weren't here today, it's all my fault" his eyes filled with tears as you said that. A part of you knew you were misdirecting your anger and frustration on him but you still couldn't stop, you wished you would have though because the look on his face bothered you a lot, you never wanted to see him look so sad and that too because of you.

You scurried towards the bathroom and then the tears couldn't stop coming, your step sisters were younger and better than you and they were living their best lives while nothing turned your life around no matter how much you worked for it, they were accomplishing everything they had dreamt of while several of your dreams had already been shattered, you had successfully wasted half of your life so far and accomplished nothing. Your mother probably wished for a daughter like them and that's why she found love in David again.

When you came out, he looked at you with a worried look on his face, he still had the same clothes on but he was back to looking like himself. Did you really just tell him that you wished he wasn't here after everything he had done for you today? God, you felt like a selfish asshole. No wonder you didn't have anyone in life that you could actually count on.

"Do you want me to disappear?" He asked you and you suddenly felt so anxious.

"No. I'm sorry..I'm so sorry Loki" as you started to sob he walked towards you and hugged you as tightly as he could, that was it for you in that moment, you broke down and cried until you couldn't cry any more.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, please don't go, i ..you're the only true friend I have..the best one i have ever had, and you were so good to me today, so sweet and I'm so sorry lo" you pulled away to look at him so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry I ruined the feast with my callousness" you smiled as he said that. He wasn't being callous, he just wanted to defend you. What a sweet sweet man.

"Well it's not as if it was going any better before..so I'm not really sorry about it" he kissed your forehead again and you just wanted to kiss him, it took everything to not clash your lips against his in that moment.

"You don't deserve to be treated in such a manner, you went through such pain today to make this enjoyable for them and you don't deserve anyone hurting you like that, none of the things they said hold true whatsoever" he said to you softly.

"You don't either Loki, I'm sorry it was me who hurt you today but I never want to be such a jerk to you again" he smiled at the statement.

"I understand, I have had my fair share of outbursts to comprehend that it didn't come from a place of malice but mere frustration and it wasn't intended for me" he mumbled and it made you smile. God he really was a dreamboat.

"Thank you Loki for everything you did today. You have no idea how much I appreciate you being here for me right now, i really do"

You hugged him again and took a deep breath, his hugs and sweet words really made you feel better than before. He was your friend, you loved having him as your friend. You looked up at him and the look in his eyes made you aware of the close proximity so you stepped away a little, he placed his hands inside the pocket of his pants to avoid the awkwardness but he had something in there so he took it out.

"What is it?"

"Something one of your sisters shoved into the pocket when we greeted each other" he said as he passed the slip to you. It was her phone number. What a bitch.

"Burn it down"

"Yes madam" you smiled as he said that.

"Umm..I'll go sleep, I'm tired" you mumbled as turned around and stepped towards the closet to take your pyjamas out.

"Uhh..What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked you, so you sighed.

"Nothing i– " Well actually "There's something you can do" you gave him a mischievous smile and he sighed as he understood what you wanted from him.

That's how he ended up on the sofa with you sitting on the floor with his feet resting on your thighs while you painted his toenails the same colour as yours.

"So pretty" you giggled as you finished the one leg and it warmed his heart. It was unbearable for him to see that hurt look on your face throughout the evening, knowing that there were people in the world who hurt you like that made his heart clench, he just wanted you to not feel that way like ever. He wanted to keep you protected.

"Maybe tomorrow we can do your makeup" you said nonchalantly making him tilt his head in response.

"How about no?" He responded and you feigned a look of disappointment.

At night he slept in that bed of yours, his sad brows were faster than your resistance today. You couldn't sleep though. You kept wondering if he'd come cuddle you but it has been an hour and he seemed asleep now. Wow this really bothered you, him not cuddling you by force like he had done in the last two days really really bothered you.

You sat up and got off from his princely bed then you took a few steps towards yours, you thought about what you were going to do for a moment. When he cuddled you, it was circumstancial, he had a nightmare the first night and then his body ached the other, you had no choice in that matter, you could have always pretended that you didn't love his cuddles but getting in the bed now would affirm that you indeed enjoyed sleeping with him like that and wanted it as much as he did.

Fuck it your cursed in your head before crawling into the bed. He was asleep but he did feel your body next to him, maybe he'd think that he was dreaming. Goddss he smelled divine.

He was lying on his side facing towards you so you sneaked your hand in the space between his neck and the pillow, he felt the invasion and instead of opening his eyes and calling you out for it he scooted closer to you instead and pressed his head down on your chest like he had done before. One of his arms went under your waist to pull you even closer while the other wrapped around you.

He embraced you as intimately as he could without it turning too sexual, this was the most intimate you had ever been with a man. Sure you had sex but even then you had several inches of distance between your bodies somehow. You hooked your legs around his waist in the usual position.

"Thank you" you mumbled softly in his ears and he hummed in response. You were thankful for him, you had known him for mere few weeks but you had never felt so strongly understood by someone.

"I'm overjoyed that you came. I just figured you needed your personal space tonight, perhaps I was mistaken " you smiled as he mumbled against your chest.

"Perhaps"

You knew it won't take you long enough to fall asleep now, you wondered if this was appropriate or not but you no longer cared for it. You also knew that you were only digging a deeper hole for yourself. Getting addicted to the feeling of cuddling him like this will only hurt you later when he won't be here with you. Your mother wasn't wrong, men like him didn't choose women like you for life but then you knew that already, didn't you?

Nothing so good could ever last forever, nothing so sweet and gentle could ever be wholly yours. Maybe you can press the stop button on this tomorrow but tonight you just wanted to indulge a little. Tonight you just wanted to live a little. Something that you haven't done for as long as you could remember.

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nostalgiacauseitstrendy · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Delivery- Kabal x F!Reader

So I had an idea of a reader who gets unexpectedly pregnant by Kabal and potential interactions the reader might have with other kombatants as a result of them finding out they're pregnant.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, bodily functions, abortion thoughts.

Background:

Y/n is a kombatant, morally grey. Grew up in the south side of Chicago, living vagrantly and poor. Pick your own skills/abilities. Y/n is sometimes on the side of good, sometimes not. Y/n interacts with the Black Dragon faction every now and then for quick missions for quick pay, although she is not a dedicated member (merc; she doesn't like killing unnecessarily). Y/n and Kabal have been dating and getting busy for the past 10 months (and its poorly kept secret, everyone knows). Also (b/c this is my story, fight me) you are really close to Mileena. Y/n realizes Mileena is just misunderstood and just wants to be accepted and loved :) (this is relevant later).

Story:

"Fuck, fuck!" y/n paced in her bathroom what seemed like an eternity before shakily picking up the third and final pregnancy test off the side of their bathtub.

The two lines flipped Y/n's denial back on its head. Y/n was pregnant, and she had suspected so for a couple of weeks. Frequent urination, body aches, sore nips- all the alarms went off for Y/n, but those parallel pink lines struck like a ton of bricks. Was it worth telling Kabal? Should she just terminate? How far along was she? Y/n had to lean against the sink as these thoughts made her woozy.

Y/n unlocked her phone and began to type a long message to the speedster, but selected it all and deleted it. Y/n was lost in infinite possibilities. She would have to stop doing runs for the Black Dragon. What about Kabal? Y/n did not want their child to be exposed to any of the criminal syndicate, especially...Kano.

The words though, their child rung in Y/n's head, immediately spurring a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She imagined Kabal with a goofy grin, speeding around with their child. She knew from the few times he's spoke on it, he values family and wants a big family of his own. She imagined their little family watching nerdy movies like Star Wars or Ninja Mime...

Y/n swattted at the air as to physically dismiss her thoughts. She had a mission today and that came first. She decided if she was going to tell Kabal, it would be after she completed this mission.

...

Y/n had to pick up some packages for the Black Dragon. Minus an excessive amount of stealth, this should have been a straight-forward and easy mission. All Y/n had to do was bust open the back of the truck and steal the two smallest boxes. Y/n drew a ragged breath before engaging. Looking through the poorly lit truck, she found the two smallest boxes surrounded by piles of larger boxes keeping those two in place. What are in the boxes? Who knows, Y/n does not ask, as she likes to keep some emotional investment apart from her despicable position. She does this for money, not for shits and giggles.

Reminiscing on her days homeless on the streets of Chicago, Y/n quickly moved the larger boxes before snatching the two and taking off. Despite her speedy pace, Y/n was not as fast as she normally would be, knowing damn well why. This cost her, however, as gunfire began to ring out. Y/n dashed off as fast as she could, but took a bullet near her lower abdomen. Y/n screeched in pain, but also fear- what about her baby?

Y/n gritted her teeth and kept running as fast she could, bleeding out in the process. Y/n reached the Black Dragon compound after 10 minutes of running. As she pushed the doors open, she drew a ragged breath, and the floor began to speed towards her. Everything went black.

...

Y/n groaned and winced, perceiving the bright lights of the infirmary through her eyelids. Realization hit Y/n like a ton of bricks, however, and she sat quickly and violently upright. Y/n let out a grunt before taking in her surroundings. As she quickly surveyed the room, her eyes met with a mask all too familiar. In a millisecond he was at her bedside, speaking 100 miles per hour. All Y/n could make out is "what the fuck happened?" "I'll never let you go on a mission alone again." "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Y/n drowned out Kabal's stammering once she saw a medic.

Staring at y/n, y/n asked the head medic, in merely a whimper, "how is my baby?" Dumbfounded, but lightly amused, Kabal said "I'm fine but what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?" Y/n would have laughed had not the situation been dire.

"The bullet just barely missed the babies. We ran some tests, from we can tell, the babies are healthy for three months." Holy shit, three months? BABIES? PLURAL?

Although he had a mask on, you knew Kabal was blank. For what felt like years, he did not say a word. Then, merely a pained whisper, Kabal asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I planned to tell you right after my mission. I legitimately found out this morning. I was still processing it myself."

Kabal sat quietly, before walking away. "Kabal, wai-," he was already gone. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Was he just going to throw everything away? Just leave just like that? All the crying and the morphine began to takeover, and Y/n began to unwillingly drift off.

When she awoke, she was at her apartment, in her bed. Pacing in the living room, was the speedster. As rare as it could be, he was unmasked and in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. Besides intimate moments, Y/n did not see this casual side often. Kabal was known to be ashamed of his disfigurement. To Y/n, however, the burns meant nothing at all. You loved that man with every fiber of your being.

Kabal heard the sheets slightly ruffle and looked to see Y/n awake and dashed over. Staring down for a moment, is soft brown eyes met yours, vulnerability painted over them. "The doctor said its twins, said we'd know the gender in two more months." Kabal saying "we" was a relief, calming your heart rate and the warmth running up your throat. Y/n swallowed back the potential nervous vomit before stating, "I thought you were going to leave me."

Kabal flinched slightly, as though you'd physically punched him. "Why would I ever do that? Y/n...although sooner than expected, this is always wanted. A peaceful life, loving kids, loving wife..if you are offering me that, I would never pass it up."

Y/n was about to reply before you stopped. Wife? You involuntarily smiled and blushed at the idea before verbalizing that exact question, "Wife?"

Kabal smiled before getting up and speeding around to your side of the bed, digging in his pocket.

"I know I am bottom-feeder, a nobody." His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his face softened. "But you make me feel like I am somebody, Y/n. I forget the monster I see in the mirror every morning. You love me like no one has ever loved me, Y/n. There is nothing I want more to spend the rest of my life with you and this family we're making. Will you marry me, Y/n?" The beautiful black and diamond ring sparkled brightly.

Of course you said yes.

Interactions:

Kano: "Don't think just cause Kabal knocked ya up I am givin either of ya a break."

Y/N: "Wouldn't expect anything less, cue ball."

Kano: "Just for that, I am goin to make sure ya suffer."

Kano: "I gotta ask, is Kabal too fast in bed?"

Y/n: "Drop it."

Kano: "Ill take that as a yes."

Kano: "Don't think I am giving you paternity leave."

Kabal: "I'm taking permanent leave."

Kano: "In a body bag. Shame ya kids will be without a daddy."

Sindel: "So you let that bottom-feeder weaken you with a child."

Y/n: "Here I was, going to ask you for any pregnancy tips."

Sindel (disheartened): "Edenian pregnancies are different than Earthrealmers but, make the speedster give you backrubs."

Y/n: "Noted."

Y/n: "I gotta ask, any pregnancy tips?"

Sonya (face softens): "You're not going to like it but, low-strain exercise will actually help."

Y/n: "You're right, I didn't like that."

Sonya: "You better treat Y/n like a damn princess."

Kabal: "Yes, madam bootlicker." *sarcastically salutes*

Sonya: *sigh* "I tried, Y/n."

Sonya: "I don't know what Y/n sees in you."

Kabal: "At least Y/n didn't bang Johnny."

Sonya: "Now ya done it."

Cassie Cage: "Please tell me you're having a gender reveal party."

Y/n: "Maybe...."

Cassie Cage: "PLEASE let me plan it. Please."

Kabal: *regretfully* "Any advice on being a father?"

Johnny Cage: "Oh my god so first....When I first...you gotta be prepared for...'"*endless rambling*

Kabal: "I shouldn't have asked."

Johnny Cage: "So, finally settling down, eh?"

Kabal: "Choose your words carefully, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "Congrats."

Kabal: "That was surprisingly..genuine."

Kabal: "I am not going to make my kids watch your trash movies, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "C'mon, they're fun for the whole family!"

Kabal: "I don't want to fry their brains that early."

Y/n: "Look, I can pick anyone for Godmother, you can pick anyone for Godfather."

Kabal: "Deal. No quips about who I pick though."

Y/n: "Same goes for me."

Mileena: "Dearest Y/n."

Y/n: "I have to ask you something." *explains what a Godmother is* "Would you like to be the Godmother of my twins?"

Mileena: *tearfully runs and hugs you, no fight ensues, match ends in immediate friendship*

Kabal: "MILEENA? Are you serious?"

Y/n: "Like Erron is any better?"

Kabal: "She will eat them!"

Y/n: "You said no quips."

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deeseelovez · 2 years ago

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need you

lssub!regulus black x fem!reader (can be read as any body shape or any race)

summary: Regulus has been needy all day and just couldn’t wait any longer.

warnings: smut. heavy smut. sub and dom dynamic, mommy kink, prolonged orgasm, punishment, degradation kink if you squint, praise kink, also makes him cum as many times as he can, idk what that is called. reggie gets tied to the bed. 69, handjob, blowjob, a bunch of shit really. me trying to write this lol. it’s kind of sweet in some spots though and it’s longer than I meant to be.

~~~~~~~

It all started with a dream.

the dream where your beautiful body was on top of Regulus’ grinding your hips down on his own, your hands pulling his hair roughly. He was chasing his own orgasm, thrusting his hips into you.

Y/n was woken up by Regulus loud whimpers and moans and the harsh thrusting of his hips.

She looked down to see his hard cock underneath his thin pajama pants while he moans out, “mommy, please.” Y/n smirks

Y/n woke up to Regulus loud whimpers and how harshly his hips were thrusting into nothing.

She noticed how hard his cock was underneath his thin pajama pants, “mommy, please please.” regulus whimpers still sleeping and Y/n smirks.

She reached over pulling his pajama pants down to show his glowing red tip, “Oh, goodness, baby. You really do need your mommy, huh?”

“Yes,” He says, his eyes half closed. Y/n sat on his legs, her hand dragging slowly over his cock, his small pants and whines for more getting lost when she went down placing a soft kiss on his tip, she loops her tongue around his tip.

“Fuck, yes, Thank you.” Regulus moans out

“Regulus! We have to go to qudditch practice in 10 minutes.” Evan Rosier says as he walks in, “OH fuck, I am so sorry!” Evan’s face turned bright red and his hands went to cover his eyes, “I’ll wait for you outside.” Evan searched for the doorknob.

“Mommy, don’t stop please. I don’t have to go to the practice.” Regulus pleads as Y/n got off him.

“Yes, you do baby. You’re a captain, come on, baby. Mommy’s gonna help you get ready.”

“Okay,” He frowns, Y/n put his cock away and they both get out of the bed, she put out his clothes out on the bed, and she took him to the bathroom to wash his face and put some product in his hair.

“After classes and everything, we will go back to what we started, I promise.”

“I love you,” Regulus says, looking down at her while she ran the luke warm cloth against his jaw.

“I love you more, Reggie. Let’s get you dressed.” Y/n helped him like always, and he was out the door with a few minutes to spare.

Regulus and Y/n shared a sweet kiss before he left.

“Sorry about interrupting that, mate.” Evan tells him.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry.” Regulus says with a small smirk.

Regulus felt more and more needy as the day went to on, he kept seeing his pretty mommy everywhere.

Her pretty smile and her delicate hands, the way the skirt made her ass look amazing, Y/n was the only thing he could focus on all day and it didn’t help that they had almost every class together.

“Mommy,” Regulus whispers to Y/n during lunch, they were sitting just the two of them at the end of the Slytherin table, his head was on her shoulder.

“Yes, my love?” She says, putting a finger under his chin so he’ll looking at her.

“I need you, my pretty mommy.” He whispers, he reaches over pressing a kiss to her neck.

“My needy baby, are you hard right now?” She says back to him, and he looks embarrassed as he nods, “I’m feeling nice today, but you have to mommy’s good boy, understand?”

“Yes, mommy. You could fuck me in front of these people. I don’t care do something, please.”

“That is tempting,” Y/n giggles which made butterflies flutter in Regulus, “But I have a better idea, one that might not get us expelled.”

She reaches her hand down to his thigh, caressing it, and she goes for the button of his jeans, “Thank you,” He says louder than the whisper they had been keeping.

“You’ve got to be quite, we’ve got to make this quick, okay, baby? The bell is going to go off in a minute.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says as Y/n sticks her hand in his underwear and she could feel his fully erect cock.

“Awe, baby. You are ready for me, huh?”

“Yes, god, yes.” Y/n moves her hand up and down along his cock, just hoping nobody is paying any attention to what they are doing.

Regulus moans, and Y/n hands stop, “What did I say?”

“No moaning,” Regulus says, “I’m sorry, couldn’t help it, your hand feels amazing.”

“If you do it again, I’m stopping do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says, her hands pick up the pace again, he does everything in his power now to moan but a small whimper came out, and he felt his cock twitch.

“Mommy,” He says, louder than what he meant too and Y/n pulls her hand away, “No! No! Please no, keep on please.”

“You didn’t listen to mommy, baby. Maybe after our classes. In your room. Where you can be as loud as you want. “ The bell goes off telling them to get to class, Y/n reaches over and presses a long kiss to Regulus lips.

“Come on, Pup. I’ll walk you to class.”

~~~~~~

The classes for the day are finally over.

Regulus could feel his cock aching for a release, he laid down trying to be a good boy then the thought of a punishment made his cock hurt even more.

He stuck his hand down his pants, wishing it was his mommy’s, his hand could never be as good as hers but he made do with what he had.

Y/n was taking her sweet time to get to Regulus, the thought of him eagerly waiting for her to get there, thought of his cock running over with pre-cum made her wet than she wanted to admit to.

She skipped the stairs to his own dorm, he didn’t share with anyone since he was prefect.

She walked in and then the sound of his sweet moans and whimpers of her name overcame her ears as soon as she walked in and she dropped her bag, “Regulus.” She says, the tone of her voice, icy.

“Mommy?” His hand didn’t stop moving.

“What do you think your doing?”

“I need to cum so bad, I’m so sorry Mommy.”

“You’re a bad boy.” Then his hand stop and he sat up.

“Mommy, no.”

“Yes, you are.”

“But mommy, I needed you all day.”

“I know.” She says, “Do you want to be a good boy,” He nods his head, profusely, “Take off your clothes and lay on the bed.” He did as he was told, a jolt of excitement went up his spine.

Y/n got the silk ties from their bedside table and started to tie his hands and feet to the head and base board.

“But Mommy, I want to touch you.”

“Only good boys get to touch me, not bad sluts.” She snaps, his red angry tip was up in the air.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Well sense you wanted to cum so badly, I’m going to let you.”

“thank you, mommy.” He says.

“And you’re going to keep cumming, until i tell you to stop.” Regulus a flash of worry. He whimpers,

“Mommy,”

“No backtalk.” Y/n says as she slowly sits on his legs, fully clothed still, she pulls her hair back, she pulls her wand of the bedside table and does the quiet charm on the room, “Be as loud as you want.”

She starts to move presses a kiss to the tip of cock, pressing small kisses up and down the bass of it, Regulus starts thanking her as a moan.

Y/n then takes all of him into her mouth, one of her hands massages his acing and tense balls, and Regulus starts moaning loudly.

“Fuck, mommy. I’m gonna cum, it’s too much.”

“Let go for me, baby. Come on.” She says, hollows out her cheeks and pushes his cock all the way down her throat and that’s when he finally got his release.

“Thank you, THank you, Thank you. You’re too good, mommy. My beautiful mommy, thank you, Fuck, thank you.” He says in a whining voice.

“Good job, baby.” She praises.

“thank you, pretty mommy.” He says a happy grin on his face.

“Don’t thank me yet, Slut.” Y/n says, she slowly took off her sweater leaving her in a purple lace bra with the matching thong.

“Oh, god.” Regulus says shaky. Y/n smiles as she turns around and bends over to get her clothes off the ground, and they both saw his limp cock go straight back into the air.

“Oh, baby. I really do make you hard, don’t I?”

“The only one.” Regulus says.

Y/n starts to slowly rub a hand up and down on it, a thinking expression, “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I please taste your pussy. Please?”

“Good job, using your words.” Y/n then took of his thong and bra,

“Are you gonna untie me?” He asks.

“No, you didn’t think I forgot your punishment did you?”

“uh, no, Mommy.” He says, Y/n just turns around her ass on his chest,

“Are you ready?” She asks and he says, he was. She got on her knees, her pussy in his face and his cock in hers.

Y/n once again started to lick and kiss his cock and Regulus could see the juices flowing from her, she was dripping and and that made him excited, he wanted to run a finger down her slit. So, he used his tongue. He went from her clit to her the edge of her ass.

His tongue went in and out of her vagina, sucking on her clit ever so often. He was so focused on her pussy on his face that he forgot all about her sucking his own cock until he notices that he felt her soft breasts going up and down his cock and her warm mouth was following the thrusts of breasts.

“Mommy, I’m cumming!” He says inside of her pussy as he counties to eat, his hips bucking up on her.

“Do it.” She commands and he did, with a loud moan inside of her pussy.

“Reggie, you’re doing such a good job, Eating my pussy but I want you to be inside of me.”

“I want to make you cum, I wanna taste your cum, Mommy, please.” Y/n gets off him and turns to his face.

“No, you do not tell me what to do, remember?”

“yes, ma’am.” He mumbles, she reaches down to kiss him, he could taste himself on her tongue and she could taste herself on his, as they kissed, she moved her hip against his cock, she could feel it hardening once again as they kissed.

“Good boy,” She says to him. she keeps dry humping.

“Mommy is too much,” He whines in between their kisses. She is dragging her pussy against his cock that was laying on his stomach.

“Did I say you could stop cumming yet?”

“No, ma’am.” He says, his breath has become shaky and a long whine came out.

“It feels so good,” Y/n smiles kissing his lips as she slides him inside of her.

“God, fuck.” Regulus moaned loudly, “Mommy, your pussy feels good around my cock.”

“Thank you, puppy.” She grins as she starts to move slowly on him.

“No, no, no. Thank you. Thank Merlin.” He says, he bucked his hips.

“No, moving.”

“Mommy, I’m so sensitive.” He says, his eyes staring into hers, she then picked up the pace, moving as quickly as her body would let her,

“Fuck!” He yells his voice suddenly getting deep, “I’m cumming,” But as she felt the cum squirting inside of her, she didn’t stop.

“Mommy, please.” Regulus says, laying there with dazed eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby boy. Now, just one more time and you’re all done.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, my love.” She says, “And here, this time.” She stops movements and releases both of his hands.

And he immediately sat up to connect his lips to his tits, and his hands going to her ass, gripping it, as she rode him hard and fast.

He moaned and whined as he sucked. her hands went to his hair, pulling every now and again, “Fuck, Reggie. I’m going to cum.”

That’s when his hand went down to her clit, moving in a circle.

“God, yes.”

“I’m coming to,”

“Come with mommy,” She says and they both reached their highs together.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles kissing him, undoing his feet and taking him to the bathroom to run a bath.

They sat there together, Regulus head on her chest, she washed him with the warm cloth.

“Sorry, if I was too mean.”

“You could never be mean to me, mommy.” Regulus says, “You’re beautiful.”

“And so are you, How bout you come back to me?” She says, as she taps him to get up. They both get out and draining the bathtub, she gave him his underwear and he gave her one of his shirts.

They both laid down, “I’m back, baby.” Regulus says as they laid together in bed, facing each other.

“Good,” She says, kissing his lips.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black smut #regulus black fluff #marauders era #marauders #i love the marauders #regulus black my love #harry potter

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mattphobiia · 11 months ago

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TENSION.

the time reads 7:07pm. you are currently at the triplet's house, sitting in nick's room watching him edit while having a conversation with chris, not knowing where matt was, but it's not like you cared. nick was editing his most recent car video. suddenly, i was interrupted by a notification from someone.

"was that my phone or was that y/n's?" nick asked, eyes still glued to his screen as he clicked away at his keyboard.

"hey! what if it was my phone, huh?" chris yelled, crossing his arms.

"like fuck. you barely have a social life!" nick laughed.

you rolled your eyes as you unlock your phone, yes, it was your phone. you announced this to them and they nodded. it was from your close friend, zara.

hey y/n! im hosting a party tonight, and i would love if you could attend. you can also invite the triplets if you want, the more the better! i hope i see you tonight.

you read the message with a smile on your face. you and zara haven't hung out in months due to the lack of time you both had. it would be nice to reconnect with a friend, right?

"hey guys! my friend just messaged me about a party tonight, how we feeling?" you squealed with excitement.

nick and chris both looked at each other.

"you know what, im down! haven't been to a party in awhile. chris?" nick replied.

"duh! obviously i want to go to a party dude." he scoffed as he rushed to his room.

"chris! please tell- oh my god, so stupid." you sighed. "i guess i should tell matt about it."

nick laughed, he knew about our rivalry but he just found it immature and funny. he hurried to save the changes to his video and began ripping apart his room to find an outfit. you got up not wanting to be caught in a mess, and you slowly approached matt's room. you stood in front of his door, giving a simple knock.

"come in, y/n." matt muttered out, you slowly opened his door.

"how did you know it was me?" you asked nervously, feeling your heart race as it filled with anxiety.

"it's obvious, nick and chris just barge in, you're the only one who knocks." he sighed. "so?"

you cleared out your throat. "right, so my friend is hosting a party tonight, dont ask me what time because i don't know yet, but i just wanted to ask if you want to come?"

he stayed silent for a minute, thinking. you leaned against his wall as you waited for an answer.

"fine." he said, smirking as he slowly got up and walked to you.

you kept backing up until you hit his door, your heart pounding out your chest. he now stood directly in front of you, eyeing you down.

"w-what are you doing?" you choked out, breathing heavily as your stomach formed butterflies.

"nothing. sorry." he said, swallowing before pushing you out his room, slamming the door as you heard him sigh.

you fell against the wall, rolling your eyes as you got up and went back into nick's room where your stuff was. as soon as you walked in, you immediately noticed the state of his room.

"woah! what the fuck happened in here?" you yell out, making nick jump.

"i found an outfit! i found an outfit!" he sang, smiling stupidly as he was dancing around.

"oh my god please help me out! i have no idea what to wear."

nick happily skipped over to you and looked through your clothes. he silently grabbed a variety of dresses, comparing them all until he made his decision on a beautiful blue dress i had. he picked out some blue accessories for me that consisted of a matching pair of blue heels and a stunning crystal necklace. you stared in awe, he always made the best outfits, but this was another level of amazing!

"damn nick, thanks!" he handed you the clothes as you admired his selection.

you quickly grabbed your phone and your makeup bag before going into the bathroom to prepare. you quickly unlock your phone to text back zara.

hey zara! we would love to come, we are all getting ready and we will let you know when we arrive. cya soon girl:)

you waited for her reply as you place your phone down on the marble counter, and begin to undress from your clothes into your dress. luckily, you had a matching lingerie set that went well with the dress, so there was no worry to try match it. as the dress was half way on, matt barged in and you froze. you both froze. you looked at him as he stared at your body, his eyes dropping in awe as he snapped out his trance and covered his eyes.

"shit. sorry!" matt yelled out as he turned around and slammed the door.

oh my god. you quickly shuffled into your dress before you leaned against the cold wall, covering your face in embarrassment. you got yourself together and continued to get ready, playing your favourite songs trying to distract yourself. but oh, the way his gaze was fixated on you, the way his eyes examined you, you couldn't help it. although you "hated" him, he was attractive. very. you shook away any thoughts of him before you checked your phone to see if zara responded.

great! party starts at 8:45pm. see you guys soon, love you girl x

you gathered your things before quickly rushing out the bathroom, trying to avoid matt at any costs. you dumped your belongings onto nick's bed before sitting down and sighing.

"you good, y/n?" nick asked, stopping and looking at you.

"no!" you yelled, cupping your face in your hands. "i was getting ready and-" but suddenly, matt walked in, smirking at you.

"and?" nick interrupted, looking at you confused.

"nevermind, tell you later" you sighed.

"y/n, do you know what time we are leaving?" matt asked, examining your body and your face.

you froze, the incident from earlier replayed in your mind. snap out of it y/n!

"u-uhm... starts at 8:45 but we'll leave around 9pm or something." you stuttered out, looking like a fool. what the fuck is wrong with you? why were you stuttering over him?

"okay weirdo. by the way, nice outfit. blues my favourite color." he smirked, turning around and shutting the door behind him.

you turned back and stared at nick. did he know this? seriously? before you could bring it up, nick burst out into hysterical laughter screaming out apologies as you chased him around his room. as we slammed into the door, matt and chris opened it and we both fell forwards, nick bumping into the wall and of course i had to fall on top of matt. are you kidding me? matt. i quickly climbed off him before dropping on the floor as me and nick laughed.

"dude! what are you guys doing?" chris yelled, jumping back in fright.

"like i said, weirdos." matt replied, rolling his eyes as he got up.

you and nick helped each other up, still giggling as you all made your way to the car. you sat in the back next to nick, chris and matt both at the front. you grabbed your phone and quickly texted zara to let her know you were on the way.

9:04pm. you finally arrived. zara was waiting outside her house for us. you immediately screamed out with excitement, quickly climbing over nick and running up to her, squeezing her into a tight hug as you both jumped and squealed.

the triplets followed behind you. you broke off the hug, as you introduced them to zara. nick and chris gave her a slight hug, while matt seemed uninterested, and just gave her a fist bump. how boring. you made our way to her house. from the outside, it wasn't exactly small, but the inside was massive! lights flashed everywhere, as music was being blasted and people were dancing and drinking. you went to hold onto nick for comfort, as you hated large crowds, but accidentally grabbed matt's arm instead. however, he didn't seem to care, and he held you close as you all entered inside. zara held onto your hand as she dragged you through her house, your hold on matt's arm broke off, but you felt him staring right through you.

you and zara stuck to the beverage stand, drinking shot after shot, dancing around, while nick shortly joined us, chris wondering off to some guys to play games, while matt stuck to the corner, keeping watch of you. as the alcohol started to kick in, you stumbled back and fell onto a handsome man. blonde hair, emerald green eyes. he helped you up before steadying you up.

"are you alright, love?" he asked, smiling.

"y-" matt had approached him and dragged me away, leaving zara and nick shocked, but they continued to dance away.

"matt! what the fuck?" you yelled, the music booming throughout the room. he stayed silent.

he dragged you out to a dark corner, the music and people muffled out. he pinned you against the wall, your arms crossed up above your head, and his face close to yours.

"w- fuck. what's your problem today?" you sighed, feeling your heart race.

"i don't like him." matt replied bluntly, his eyes hooked on your lips.

"well, uhm. i don't like-"

"dont even finish that sentence." he said, his grip on your arms tightened, feeling his cold rings dig into your skin.

"m-matt." you whispered out, wincing in pain. "are you jealous?"

he licked his lips. his blue eyes once filled with awe now filled with lust. "so what if i was? i never thought i'd say this, but you've been tempting me the moment i saw you."

you tried to hide your smile. "w-" he immediately kissed you. you tried to pull back, but with no luck, you folded, melting into his passionate kiss. his tongue was now in your mouth, exploring freely as he slowly began to swirl your tongues together, making you whimper. he opened his eyes and stared into yours, breaking off the kiss before dragging you into the nearest bathroom. he threw you against the wall before shutting the door, resuming the make out. his hands roamed your body, appreciating your curves, until his hands began to slide up your dress, making you shiver. you already knew you were soaked down there, and so did matt.

"as much as i loved this outfit, i think it's time to take it off, hm?" he said, smirking as his finger held onto the elastic of your thong, letting it snap back against you, making you moan.

you nodded. his hands slid your dress off, along with your matching lingerie set. he admired the beautiful shade of blue before slowly unclipping your bra and sliding down your panties. he threw aside your clothes before placing you on the cold counter, making you shudder. he held onto your necklace before he unclipped it and shoved it in his jean pocket. his lips were now glued onto your neck, giving you many dark hickeys.

"you're mine. and everyone else needs to know. you wont be bothered, pretty girl." he gasped for air, looking up at you before making more marks. you could feel his smirk against your skin, as he sucked and kissed on your neck.

"matt, please..." you whined out. you were throbbing. you needed his touch. you needed him.

"please what?" he mimicked, his smile so innocent yet so lustful.

"touch me! f-fuck. please just touch me!" you moaned out pathetically, you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you need him.

"alright baby, no need to get so worked up." he cooed, before moving down to spread your legs apart, pulling you closer.

he looked up at you, smirking before he dived into your pussy. he began to suck on your clit, making you jolt up in shock and whine. you grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. you felt him smile, as his tongue flicked up and down. your moans grew louder and louder, as you felt your stomach tighten, begging for your release. he suddenly thrusted his index and middle finger inside your pussy, now starting to finger you. you were so overstimulated you couldn't even form the words to tell matt you were gonna come. you began to shake more and more until he abruptly stopped. your eyes widened as you began to whine.

"don't worry sweet girl, you can come around my dick." he said, as he began to rub your thigh teasingly, making your legs shake.

he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it aside along with his jeans and boxers. you stared in shock at his size. that was supposed to go inside me?

"w-will that even fit?! you're huge..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.

he cupped your cheek in his hand. "don't worry, i'll make it fit." he replied sweetly.

you pussy began to throb for more, this was too much. he could tell and he lined up the tip, teasing it up and down making you moan and quiver. he slowly began to insert himself, inch by inch. you winced in pain, it slowly turned into pleasure before you gripped onto the counter for support. once he finally had it all in, he looked at you, before you gave the nod of approval. he started off slowly, not wanting to hurt you as you moaned out loudly.

"m-matt! please fas-"

he didn't have to be told twice. he immediately fastened his pace, leaning down to kiss you, groaning as he watched your breasts bounce up and down. he gripped onto your hips, rings digging into you as he pounded harder, that familiar feeling in your stomach building up again. you never thought this night would lead up to you and matt having sex, but here you are. his dick began to twitch as he slammed into you, he froze as he began releasing his come inside you. you shortly joined him, orgasming all over him. you both stayed there for a minute, appreciating this moment before he slowly pulled out, both of you moaning because of the sensitivity.

"didn't think you would have sex with me, huh?" he panted out, before beginning to laugh.

you shook your head, as you slowly got up from the counter, your legs shaking like crazy. he threw your clothes over to you, as he began to dress himself. your body could not stop shaking, and you nearly fell into the wall before matt had caught you.

"fuck, can't walk?" he smirked.

"matthew! what am i supposed to do?" you huffed out, as he began to clean and help you get dressed.

"i'll figure it out, okay?" he replied, planting a small gentle kiss on your cheek as he admired your beautiful body. he held you by your waist as you both walked out the bathroom. you stumbled around like an idiot while matt held you closely.

"there they are!" chris yelled out, pointing towards you both as zara and nick turned around. "where have you guys been?!"

"that's not your business." matt replied as he rolled his eyes.

"mattitude much! y/n, you good? you look exhausted." chris asked you, somehow not noticing the dark hickeys you had displayed on your neck.

you nodded. "yeah i am, the party was great zara, but i might get going now, i just wanna sleep."

"no worries! it was so nice to see you." she smiled, pulling you into a hug. you had to use every bone in your body to try not to collapse onto her as your legs were shaking.

"honestly same here, i'm sure we are all tired." nick said. you all said your goodbyes and walked over to matt's car.

"chris, you can sit at the back." matt said, as he assisted you into the car, clicking the seatbelt for you.

"what?! that's so unfair, i thought you hated y/n, now you're treating her like a princess!" chris complained.

"suck it up you big baby! now you get to sit next to the best person in this car." nick chimed in.

"more like stupidest." chris mumbled as he rolled his eyes, resting his head against the window.

MASTERLIST

a/n: hi this is my first post probably😭, i dont usually write much but when i do its not great and its kinda repetitive😔. i was thinking of writing on here but its kinda scary ngl... let me know if i should write more or do an introduction! any tips would help bc idk how to use tumblr like at all but yes enjoyy!!!

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #smut

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georgiebrits · 1 year ago

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The jealousy - Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung

You were at a party meeting Yoongi's friends. You knew they were all very sweet and funny but that wasn't why you were there for. It was only for the drinks though. There wasn't anything else you needed to do tonight. Well, that's what everyone thought at least. That wasn't true.

Yoongi had told you a lot about his friends and how great it would be if you met them. You didn't believe him but he seemed so excited about it. So you agreed to go. You didn't mind much. As long as you could have something other than beer you didn't care that much. You just wanted to meet some of Yoongi's friends.

Your first stop is Taehyung. You don't really know who this one is. You think you might know Jimin or maybe Jin? Or even Jungkook. He seems nice enough. The only problem was how he kept making eye contact with you. When someone like Taehyung is looking at you, it means they are staring into your soul. And he's doing that right now.

As the night went on you really started enjoying yourself. So much you and Taehyung were flirting continuously while Yoongi was looking in your direction with an angry expression on his face.

He seemed pissed off by what you and Taehyung were doing.

You and Yoongi were just friends so he did not have the right to be as mad as he was. Taeyhung leaned in close and said "Want to go the bathroom for some fun"

His eyes were dark and hungry, his voice low and husky like velvet. You liked it.

"Sure," you responded softly, your voice shaking.

Taehyung smiled before grabbing your hand and walking toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Once inside Taehyung turned to you, placing one hand on the wall to support himself and leaning down. Your lips connected and the kiss quickly grew heated.

He pushed himself away from the wall and pressed you up against the sink. Yoongi went after you too seeing the whole scene in front of him.

He was so angry pushing Taehyung off of you.

You felt bad because he looked like he wanted to kill you. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Taehyung smirked, wrapping one arm around your waist, pressing his chest to yours."So you're here for my ass aren't you?"

You blushed brightly but couldn't find it in your heart to respond. Instead, your fingers reached up to trace the shape of Taehgyung's cheekbones, the slope of his nose, his jaw, the edge of his lip, finally resting lightly on his lips. You kissed him back softly, hoping it would calm him a little bit. After a moment you pulled away from Taehyung and looked directly into Yoongi's eyes.

They were filled with anger, jealousy, and disgust but also relief and satisfaction. You gave him a small smile and moved over to put your head on Taehyung's shoulder, letting out a quiet moan in contentment. It didn't take long before Taehyung started massaging your back with his free hand. His fingers danced over your skin like butterfly wings, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They moved along the curve of your spine, then to the back of your neck. Finally, he placed his hand over your breast, caressing it gently. You sighed and closed your eyes feeling the warmth of his touch. You could feel his smirk against your cheek before he spoke softly to you."You've been waiting for me all night haven't ya?"

You nodded happily. Then without warning, you opened your eyes because you felt Yoongi kissing the back of your neck.

You were now sandwiched between the boys. They looked at each other and it seemed like they understood one another without talking. You heard Yoongi behind you ask "You would like 2 dicks now don't you?"

You laughed and giggled quietly. You had no clue who Yoongi meant until you saw his smirk again. You could tell he was trying to get a reaction from you. But he wasn't getting any. Instead, you replied calmly, "Yes I would."

It seemed like the boys were amused by how easily you answered him.

Taehyung started making out with you again while Yoongi was lathering your neck in kisses. Your skirt got hiked up while you feel a hand go into your panties to rub your pussy.

You hear Yoongi say "So wet, just for me and Taehyung". Yoongi's fingers start moving faster and deeper. You moaned loudly which brought both guys' attention towards you. "You wanna come, baby?" Yoongi asks you softly, licking his lips, a wicked look in his eye. You nod eagerly. Yoongi removes his fingers and looks at you with a mischievous grin, "What do you say?" Taehyung 'positions his hard length against your pussy. "You want to feel me inside you?" he whispers into your ear.

You gasp as Taehyung enters you fully, filling you up completely. The feeling of him inside you is intense and it sends shivers down your spine. He begins to move slowly at first, savoring the tightness of your walls, but quickly picks up the pace as he thrusts deeper and harder. Yoongi watches, his fingers still slick with your juices as he strokes his cock. You moan loudly, overwhelmed with pleasure from both men.

You feel Yoongi's fingers trail down from your lower back to your ass, circling your hole before slipping inside. You tense up at first, but the sensation quickly becomes pleasurable as he begins to stretch you open. He adds another finger and you feel him scissoring them gently before pulling them out. "You ready for more?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

As Taehyung continues to pound into you, you feel Yoongi's tip pressing against your now lubed-up asshole. You nod, permitting him to enter as he pushes himself in slowly. The sensation of being filled up from both ends is unbelievable, and you can't help but moan in ecstasy. Taehyung picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast while Yoongi matches his rhythm from behind. You're lost in the pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts as you're taken to new heights of ecstasy.

You feel yourself being lifted as Taehyung fiercely grabs your legs and hoists them up to give himself and Yoongi full control over you. You grip onto their shoulders for support as they continue to thrust into you, their hard cocks filling you up completely. You can't help but moan uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as they continue to move you up and down in sync. The sensation of being completely at their mercy heightens your arousal, and you're lost in a world of boundless pleasure.

You feel your entire body tensing up as your orgasm approaches, a warm sensation spreading throughout your body. You grip onto Taehyung and Yoongi tightly, your moans becoming louder and more frequent. They continue to fuck you relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a loud moan, you reach your climax, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as they continue to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible. You're left completely spent, your body shaking with pleasure as the afterglow consumes you.

You feel Taehyung and Yoongi tensing up inside you as they reach their climax, their cocks pulsating with pleasure as they fill you up with their hot, sticky release. You can feel their warm essence spilling out of you, mixing with your juices as they continue to move inside you, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible. Finally, they collapse onto the bathroom floor with you, spent and satisfied, their labored breathing filling the quiet room. You lay between them, completely exhausted, as the afterglow of your intense threesome leaves you in a state of pure bliss.

You and Taehyung start to gather your clothes, preparing to clean up after the intense threesome when Yoongi suddenly speaks up. "Taehyung, listen to me. From now on, you are not allowed to touch her anymore. Do you understand?" he says, his voice firm and commanding. Taehyung looks surprised, but nods obediently, his eyes downcast.

Yoongi looks at you and says very possessively "You are mine"

You feel anger rising inside of you as Yoongi speaks, and you quickly grab Taehyung's hand, holding it tightly in yours. "What do you mean, 'you're mine'?" you retort, your voice growing more forceful. "I am not anyone's property, and I get to make my own choices. I wanted to have some fun. Taehyung was my choice of having fun and you barged in> Be grateful we let you join us."

This only fuels Yoongi's temper. He turns around to face you, his body now towering over yours, threateningly, while he shouts at you angrily."Do you think I care?! I can't believe this!" he screams, grabbing your cheeks roughly, "You will listen to me! Do you think that just because you and the boy decided to have sex I'm gonna leave you alone? No. We won't ever be friends. Now stop acting spoiled and act like a lady. Don't you dare try and ruin what was supposed to be mine!" He growls, glaring into your eyes.

"I was here first, I have been wanting you since the beginning!"Yoongi screams at you."You meet Taehyung and out of nowhere I'm nothing to you!?"

You can't bring yourself to reply so you remain silent, staring defiantly into his eyes. Suddenly Taehyung pulls his hand free and storms over to where Yoongi stands, pulling him backwards. He grabs him by the collar, shaking him violently. "If you love Y/n so much, you'd better leave her the fuck alone!! She doesn't belong to anybody!!" He shouts at him furiously. His words cause Yoongi to pause, looking deeply into Taehyung's furious eyes and seeing a mixture of hurt and rage. He sighs, turning away.

"You should've just told me, "you say softly.

"Don't act stupid, why would I have told you?" he responds angrily, "And besides, what does it matter if she's mine or not."

"How could I not have known you loved her?" Taehyung says to Yoongi's retreating figure, "Why did you even introduce me to her!" Taehyung growls. He knows it's wrong to be jealous and angry. But deep down, he still didn't want Y/n to share something special with someone else. He wanted to be hers. And now Taehyung had stolen her from him.

"Let's just go and forget about this" You say. "There is a party we still get to enjoy" you add before walking towards the door."Come on, let's not waste a good time" you whisper.

#smut #x reader #imagine #bts smut #bts #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #kim taehyung smut #kim teahyung #taehyung smut #taehyung #taegi #taegi smut

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 11 months ago

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high infidelity | two

Put on your records and regret meeting me, I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around it *Noah’s POV* Damn, this girl was something else. I won’t ever admit it but I saw her and her friends before I even went on stage. During the show I was looking for my in-ears backstage and I saw her from the corner of my eye with her friends. I had to chuckle watching them dance around and sing every word during Dayseeker’s set. She stuck out amongst her friends though, her long jet black hair, bright red lips and golden skin really caught my attention…she had this glow about her that I couldn’t describe. When we came onto the stage I found her immediately and had a hard time keeping my eyes off her. Every time I walked past her, I kept noticing new things about her. She had a rose tattoo on her sternum, Roman numerals down the side of her neck and a full sleeve of butterflies and peonies on her right arm. I even made a conscious effort to sit near her during Who are you? and as soon as I saw her bright green eyes flash at me, it was game over. I knew I needed to meet her. Then I met her without even trying.

You can’t tell me that wasn’t fate even though it was super embarrassing she found me in the women’s bathroom. I thought I was in the clear since it was just my band and crew backstage but that was a terrible calculation. Also have you shared a bathroom with a bunch of other dudes? Sometimes you just need your own space and the women’s bathroom had a bigger shower.

She really did have to use the bathroom so I gave her some privacy but I waited outside in the hall for her. Her scent of salted caramel and vanilla lingered under my nose and I couldn’t get enough. The guys and I were going to head to a brewery after the show and since Seattle wasn’t far we planned to travel there in the morning instead of overnight. This was our first time in Vancouver so we wanted to make the best of it.

I texted our photographer Bryan about her before putting my phone back in my pocket. He was surprised at my actions considering that I never entertained women on the road, let alone a fan. Something was telling me she was different. I heard the hand dryer going in the bathroom before she opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw me standing there. “So do you just hang out inside and outside women’s bathrooms?” “Yeah, I was told if I got caught again it would be my third strike.” She laughed and had a huge smile on her face. Fuck, even her smile was gorgeous. She flashed me her green eyes again and I could’ve melted at her feet. God what was she doing to me…

“Sorry, I hope this isn’t too forward, but me and the guys are heading to this brewery down the road. Do you want to come?” “Sure. I’ll just text my friends, they’re back here somewhere.” She replies as she pulls her phone out. I catch myself watching her every move. Her nails were painted a dark maroon and she had the hidden leaf village symbol from Naruto tattooed on her thumb. I smirked, not what I was expecting us to have in common. “I just realized I never caught your name.” I managed to get out. Her eyes find mine and suddenly I’m putty in her hands. “Elliot, but you can call me El.” Why was that suddenly the most beautiful name I have ever heard? *Elliots POV*

Before I knew it we were all sitting at a large table at this cozy brewery having drinks with Bad Omens and their crew. My brain couldn’t process what was going on at all. The boys seemed to have picked one of my friends to talk to and we were hitting it off really well. Noah went up to order some beers for us, I offered him my credit card but he said this round was on him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he walked back to me. “I really couldn’t decide what to get so I got some of those beer flight things to try everything.” He smirked as he sat beside me. His leg brushed against mine and blood rushed to my cheeks again. “That works for me.” I shrugged. “Everything here is really good.” Noah crosses his arms on the table and brings his gaze to me. Those beautiful brown eyes were causing me to go into a spiral. The brewery was so loud but damn, when he looked at me it got quiet. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only one in the room. I was trying so damn hard to not get caught up in it because I didn’t know who he really was. For all I know he could do this every night when he was on tour. I also wanted to live in the delusion that I was the first girl he ever asked out after a show. Get a grip, Elliot. “Do you come here much?” He asked breaking the silence and snapping me back into reality. “I’ve been here a few times, but there’s just so much to choose from living here.” “Do you have a favourite?” “Yeah I do. There’s actually a bar in my neighbourhood I go to a lot. It’s actually a wine bar where they make their own wines, they have the comfiest couches and the best charcuterie boards.” “Sounds like my kind of place.”

Our drinks come to the table and he immediately wrapped his hands around the darkest beer we got. I grabbed one of the lighter looking beers and look a sip of it before we swapped to try each others. Both of our faces scrunched up in disgust before we immediately switched glasses again. I studied the tattoos on his hands as he grabbed the cold glass from me, noticing the heart he had on one of his fingers. I forgot what we were talking about…

“I really like Vancouver so far.” He continued. “It’s like Seattle but the people are way nicer.” “Canada is definitely the superior country.” I chuckled.

He raised his eyebrow at me before moving onto the next beer, “Well, I am looking for a new home base.”

“Not loving California anymore?” “It’s not that I don’t like it…” He pauses to take a sip of his beer. “I’ve always wanted to live in the Pacific northwest area. The weather is more to my liking and people seem to leave us alone. I really like my privacy and people in LA are starting to recognize us more and more. I know it comes with the territory but after quarantine I realized how important it is to have a home base where you can be yourself.” “I get that.” I replied. “Every one deserves to have a safe space to come home to every night.” “Do you have that?”

“I’m working on it.” I muttered, knowing my home life was in absolute shambles. The more drinks we had the more comfortable we got with each other, not like we needed that much liquid courage though. We talked like old lovers picking up where we left off and I admired how respectful he was being towards me. I put my hand over his by accident but he didn’t seem to mind, he just squeezed my hand with a Cheshire Cat smile on his face. I noticed he had the same Naruto tattoo on his hand that I had and we ended up having a long conversation about the anime. We oddly seemed to have the same opinions on it and he showed me a photo of his thigh tattoo of Itachi he recently got. A few moments later I excused myself to the bathroom to gain my composure. I pulled out my phone and found my lawyers number. It was time. “I’m ready.” “Come see me tomorrow…I’m so proud of you for finally doing this, Ellie.” I took a few more breaths before walking back towards our table. I sat beside Noah and his cheeks were getting rosy, it was beyond adorable. His hand grazed over my thighs as he reached for my hand again. Euphoria filled my body and didn’t want it to stop, I didn’t want him to stop touching me. “Do you want to get out of here?” Noah whispered in my ear. “Wow you move fast.” I joked as I pushed his hair out of his face, almost pouting because his hair was so much shorter now. Still, it gave him a Disney prince kind of vibe that I adored. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk or go somewhere more quiet.”

“A walk at this time of night? Are you going to murder me, Noah?” “Oh god no - I was - I -um-“ He was stuttering over his words and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was getting more embarrassed and covered his face with his hands. “I’m kidding Noah.” I reassured him by moving his hands away from his face, “there’s another bar I like we can go to. It’s attached to the Hyatt down the street.” “That’s our hotel.” He smirked before finishing off his beer. We got up from the table and said our goodbyes to our friends. Danielle shot me a look and I just shrugged my shoulders at her cause I had no idea what I was doing. We got outside and started to walk towards his hotel slowly, we didn’t say much but he reached for my hand and I grabbed his with no hesitation. After seeing his bands reaction to us leaving together, it definitely told me he didn’t do this very often. This started to feel genuine and I knew I had to tell him the truth. Noah’s POV She was such a calculated risk and I knew that. Honestly, I wasn’t really one to find a girl at our show and try to take her home. Most of the guys would invite some of our female fans to chill with us but I wasn’t interested. All these girls just wanted to be with us because of who we were. Sure, Elliot knew who we were but after spending time with her she made me feel like she saw past the bullshit and saw me as just Noah. She stopped halfway up the stairs to our hotel and her energy had shifted as she dropped my hand. Her green eyes deepened as she looked up at me, causing my heart dropped into my stomach. “Noah, I need to tell you something.” “You can tell me anything.” I partially lied because I didn’t want to know what was next. “I’m in the process of getting divorced.” She bit her lip and looked down at her feet. “I wanted to tell you sooner but...” Go figure, the first women I’ve fallen for in years was still married. “What?” I could feel my voice trembling. I looked at her and I see tears forming in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t an easy thing for her to tell me, but I couldn’t fight off the anger that was boiling inside of me. “So you wanted to see where this was gonna go before dropping a bomb like that? “Noah…Please.” A few tears fell down her face as she looked at me. “Can you blame me? You’re in a fucking band! How the fuck was I supposed to know you don’t take a girl home every night?” “So this is my fucking fault then? You assumed I just fuck my way though my tours?” “NO!” She yelled at me causing a few people to look at us. “No…” She repeated, this time in a whisper. I could feel my own tears forming as I felt myself losing her before I even had her. She looked in the opposite direction of me and I could see her mascara starting to run down her face. I wanted to desperately wipe it away but my heart was telling me to walk away and forget about her. I swore off love years ago and I should’ve kept it that way. “Good night Elliot.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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princessamahle · 1 year ago

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The dark frost hashira black y/n reader x tengen x tengen’s wives part 12

You were very close to the end of your pregnancy and didn’t know when you were going into labor. But you felt the little one coming. You felt the pressure of your child on your lower abdomen. You just rubbed your tummy everyday. And Despite your very exposed belly, you kept training the other slayers only with less physical contact. Instead of whooping their asses, you just slapped their heads whenever their camouflage seemed sloppy and noticeable. But not much was left for you to do, except to take it easy. You had more breaks because you constantly needed a bathroom break from urinating due to pressure. This kid was really getting on your nerves honestly. And everyone suggested you rest. Including Makio who was on your ass about your health and the baby everyday. You finally decide to take their advice. And call in for retirement of your own. It didn’t seem so bad at first until one day when you sent a letter to uruokodaki about your pregnancy. He finally wrote back to you telling you congratulations. But then the wives had a meeting with tengen without you one night. You awoke from the bed you all usually slept together in. But it was just you, alone. You went to go check on them and they were sitting at the table on the floor talking. “We should send her away. As far away as we can!” Suma replied. “Atleast somewhere with a lot of wisteria and also very peaceful.” Hinatsuru added. “She’s going to have the baby any day now and if muzan finds nezuko from where we’re hiding her he’s going to kill all that’s protecting her! Including y/n!” Makio finally interrupted. Tengen just kept his arms folded. Thinking and thinking. “Right now, the safest place she can stay is at the butterfly mansion. They have all the medics and supplies she needs for when she gives birth. There’s no point in sending her far away now. Besides uruodaki says when she gives birth he’ll take her back to his place until muzan is killed.” With all that they were saying it didn’t make you mad that they wanted you away from the situation, it didn’t even make you mad that they were gonna just send you far away to uruodaki. But the fact that they felt the need to keep it a secret from you. Like you wouldn’t understand or you were too weak in their eyes. You finally headed back to bed but being ninja with good hearing tengen heard your little toes poke by. “Angel? Wait….are you up?” You ignored him and kept walking down the hall. “Angel! Wait let me explain!” You finally looked at him as he grabbed your arm. “Why explain? I heard everything you guys were saying. I know I’m just in the way. But seriously? Are you all going to fight muzan if he gets to nezuko?” Hinatsuru spoke “Y/n, we have to be there for nezuko in case things get really bad. Don’t you want to protect her too?” Now you were offended by that remark “what!? Of course! But there’s no reason for all of you to be put in danger!” They all looked at each other and Then back to you. Suma spoke up “I’m not going I’ll be there with you too!” Suma exclaimed. Makio just glared looking more annoyed by suma. Hinatsuru came up and held you close. You nuzzled your head down to her shoulder. “You all said you wouldn’t leave me…was that a lie?” tengen held you close stroking your hair “ I know, I’m sorry we lied. But if muzan absorbs nezuko and conquers the sun. Then we’re all done for….” As a hashira you understood what your duties were. It was nothing different really. What you really wanted was a world where demons don’t exist. Where everyone can just live normally. And that you could give birth to your child in a world where there were no demons. Finally, you looked up and wiped your face. “Ok I guess this is all we can do for now….” Suma grabbed you unconditionally. “Don’t worry y/n! I’ll come with you!” Makio rolled her eyes at suma’s remark. Tengen smiled at you and the girls. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my beautiful wives! Your all going to go with y/n!” The girls were worried about tengen but knew in the end being with you was probably for the best.

And finally….. that day came. You were feeling so much pain that night. You were sent to the butterfly mansion as soon as possible. Shinobu was there and she reassured you that everything would be ok. aoi was brought in the room to assist shinobu. You trusted no one but shinobu to deliver your baby safely and hoped the baby was healthy. It took two hours but around 8:00 pm you gave birth to a healthy baby. Shinobu handed your child in your arms and the biggest trait that the baby had in tengen was his eyes. Shinobu held your hand. “I have to go now y/n” you smiled at her thinking she had work to do, not realizing she was sweating…a lot…something had caught her attention she gave you a hug and told you “congratulations, sleep well…” shinobu walked out and closed your door. What was going on you thought. When aoi aloud visitors the first person to barge in was Makio and suma. They were too excited. “Move suma I came in first!” Makio shoved suma. “Makio you always get to do everything first! I’m a mother now too!!!” Hinatsuru walked in and shush them both. “Please you too…the baby is sleeping…” you smiled now seeing the wives and you gave the child to hinatsuru first then Makio and finally suma. When you finally realized that tengen was not with the girls you wondered where he was. “Why isn’t tengen here?” The girls all looked at each other concerned. Like they were once again hiding something from you. Makio finally spoke up “he’s not coming…” you were now confused “why?” Hinatsuru spoke “the war has finally started y/n a little after you went into labor. Master is gone and now a bunch of the slayers are fighting him.” So much in your brain tried to collect what has happened. This is why shinobu seemed off. She sensed the master. You could’ve sensed him too But you were tired and needed to heal from giving birth. You couldn’t help them. “Tengen is there fighting muzan!?” The girls eyes widen. “He better not..” makio complained. “He’s protecting the master’s son and two younger daughters.” You had a sighed of relief. But you were still scared that all of this was happening right now. Right when you had just given birth. Everything was happening too fast. You just wanted all your fellow hashira here to see you. Gyomei…mitsuuri…giyu…..obanai…even sanemi who at the time hadn’t seeing you as much but had send you ohagi during your cravings. He even had a soft spot for you. And now, they were all fighting for their lives. They told you kagaya,amane and his two older daughters had passed away. You were scared and you wanted to cry. But instead you prayed. You prayed for a long time. And the girls held you close and prayed with you, hoping for a miracle. You later fell asleep that night. While the girls helped take turns in rocking your baby to sleep. You haven’t chosen a name yet. You wanted to wait until morning, you wanted tengen to come in to see you and his child that you created with him. You hoped muzan would see the sunrise and understand how the world will continue live on without him and his wrath. You hoped tomorrow was a good morning….

Hinatsuru: What should we name the child?

help choose the child’s name in the comments!

part 12. Part 13

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tengen uzui #tengen wives #tengen x reader

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di0rkisses · 2 years ago

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manifesting journey

I'm going to update this weekly (if I can), I'll be revising my df and listening to subs for my df and tell you my results! This is just a little diary to see my results but i think it could be helpful to others.

"past " i was super insecure after the age of 8 to the point i was really suicidal (there 's more to it but id rather not share ) until their was covid which really hit me , i suffered wid depression and was still insecure, last year i found my purpose/will to live but i feel that my appearance is preventing me.

START ( 1 may): (honestly, i have always had my desired face so there's no need for me to do this but imma tell u my mini journey anyways 😉)

I've set my face as my lockscreen and my side profile as my home screen , I've been listening to subliminal instead of music and I can't lie when I went to the bathroom today I looked like 10% of my df already I'm not even joking .

plan : imma be revising every morning and night, I'll persist then I trust the universe and I'll let the universe do its thing

(7may ): so like ive been bare busy so I haven't been able to stick to what I want to do however I have been listening to subliminal,

ive noticed that i do look a bit different , my skin looks like its clearing up and I noticed I have attracted people and money without realising .

imma try and stick to what i wanted to do !!

(14 may) : i haven't been quite consistent cus I'm a busy girl but I have been listening to subliminal. Plus I also affirm random times lol .

What I have realised whenever I look at my reflections I find my features so pretty! Last night i had a dream where i saw myself as my df but with colour (i set my lock screen as black and white ) ? Additionally i kept remembering a dream i had ages ago of my df (at that time i didnt even know what my df would look like woah) basically i was with my friend (who i recently got close with ) and everyone was complimenting me or something . crazy my dreams probably giving me a sign. I also asked for a sign and as a sign to see butterflies and last week i saw like 4 butterflies and saw constant angel numbers . Also i always affirm that i have clear skin and whenever i use something my hair grows 20x more and woah my skin has been getting clearer that my parents noticed it and people keep telling my hair grew longer !!!???? I'm going to try to manifest my df in 3days or less and ill update you on may 21 . I'll try make time for me to revise my df .

27 may : school was in the way and now its half term so imma start manifesting if not imma kms atp.

alr alr update (jun 20) i wanna be honest !! i havent been revising due to a busy schedule but i freed up sooooo much time so i defo would get stuff done. i set my lockscreen as my df and my side profile for home screen and like I'm trying to affirm and listen to subs as much as possible (this not necessary) so far not much difference but i feel my face morphing and l i look already 5% of my df , I'm hoping to revise my df at least before summer finished ! my nose is starting to form and so are my eyes , my face is a bit more rounder and my lips are definitely getting bigger and to shape the biggest change i noticed (my mum pointed it , i didn't even realise!) is my eyebrows , they gotten darker and thicker just like my df crazy ! 12 july

I've been BUSY! However, I've gotten my life together so i have plenty of time to revise now and summer holiday is in a week so i have more time. Right now, my main focus is going to be my df. i

mini update: I changed a bit of my df and i have been listening to subs when i can't be bothered (not a lot of times :/ ) and i randomly affirm throughout the day , i see angel numbers CONSTANTLY. From what i see, i always feel like i look different, my eyes look a bit bigger and more upturned, my nose looks like its forming, my lips are definitely bigger.

last night i also had a dream of me looking in a mirror with my df !! half of my dreams always end up happening in real life .

Tiny update (26 juy) : ITZ FINALLY SUMMERHOLIDAYS . so i listen to music when doing anything. I have replaced music with subliminal and will set dedicated time each day to revise.

if you see i havent updated this after september/november i probably have kms <3

It's already been 2 months but manifesting is was never like my first priority that's why it seems like its taken long , but i do look a bit different from the tiny things i have been doing.

LAST UPDATE: (25 aug)

ok. it's coming towards the end of summer and omgollygawd hehehhehsgahjsdhgxj i legit have my desired face!!! What the ACC fawk , I'm literally so pretty !! I am so overwhelmingly happy, i got my desired face finally !!!!!!!!! my features literally morphed into my desired face :D

#manifesation #df #desired face #law of attraction

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whatthefishh · 2 years ago

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Hunger of the Pine

Marc Spector x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, idk what else to even say this is my first fic and first time writing smut please don’t read if you don’t like it? But also please read it and enjoy?

Word count: 5k

Summary: basically you fall in love with Marc while casually sleeping together because duh. How could you not. I based the story off this Alt-J song because I absolutely love them, hence the title. Ok thanks byeeee

Sleeplessly embracing

Butterflies and needles

Line my seamed-up join

Encased in case I need it

In my stomach, for my heart

Chain mail

Hunger of the Pine

Sleeplessly embracing (you)

Yawn yearns into me

Plenty more tears in the sea

He left again. Marc left you yesterday after a particularly intense session and it left both your heart and nether regions aching. His chest to your back, cock hitting something brutal inside you, and one hand wrapped around your torso to reach your neck. He kept whispering filthy words into your ear, knowing what would get you closer to finishing. “Let them hear you, let everyone hear what a good girl you are for me. You’re taking me so well, baby.” You shudder and come back to the present. You don’t know where he goes when he disappears on you, sometimes it’s for a couple weeks at a time, but he always messages you when he’s ready for some company. You try not to let it bother you that he refuses to give you any more of himself. You find yourself reaching across the bed anyway, touching the cold pillow as if he left a trace. It aches- but you shove it down and convince yourself you don’t feel it. You can’t. You shouldn’t.

There’s plenty of potential suitors who would give you every part of themselves, offering you a real relationship. Then WHY are you stuck thinking of Marc? The butterflies you get when you have flashbacks of his hands grazing your thigh the first night you met border on anxiety-inducing somersaults in your gut. How easily he’d won you over then; how naive you were thinking it would be a fun one-off with the too-handsome-to-be-true guy giving you the eyes across the room.

Sighing, you turn on your other side to try and get comfortable, reminding yourself if he doesn’t care to tell you his whereabouts that you shouldn’t care where he bothers to go. Go back to building the walls up around your heart, before Marc Spector wormed his way in with heated glances and calloused hands. God, you’re pining.

And so you finally use it

Bedding with me you see at night

Your heart wears knight armour

Hunger of the pine

Sleeplessly, Embracing, You

Closing your eyes, you imagine the few times he has stayed; held you close to him in the afterglow, satisfied humming, arm wrapped around your middle, kissed the skin beneath your ear almost affectionately. You can almost feel it, him sleepily embracing you. Pretend you feel the warmth of his body. You’re pining again.

Realization grew on me

As quickly as it takes your hand

To warm the cold side of the pillow

I'm there for you, be there for me

I’ll hum the song the soldiers sing

Does he see the sad, pathetic look in your eyes while you watch him get dressed? You think he does, and is just doing you a kindness by not mentioning it. Sometimes you swear it seems like he doesn’t even want to leave the comfort of your arms but he sighs dejectedly and does so anyway.

You’re lying about being comfortable with your arrangement. Why was it that you were so compatible with the one guy who’s emotionally unavailable? Typical of you. The second time you two fucked in the bathroom of the bar went out together he told you, rather harshly, that he didn’t want a relationship, that he was damaged from his last one, and that he’s sorry. He looked it, too. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on your part. Regardless, when Marc gave you the option of staying casual with him, you said yes- somewhat eagerly, in retrospect. Although your heart dropped at his admission, you wanted to keep any sort of connection to him. The physical chemistry was dizzying and addictive since that first night.

Fast forward to yesterday, he mumbled something about having a train to catch in the morning, leaving you in bed, trying to imagine the body heat he left behind to catch some semblance of rest before the start of your week. You don’t know how long you’ve been tossing and turning. Time gets weird when you let yourself overthink like this. You think you’re going to have to say something the next time you see him. You can’t look at his pretty face, strong jaw and swollen lips, deep brown eyes staring down at you while he thrusts-

You’re getting off track. No, you're definitely going to have to say something. You can’t stay quiet next time. You’re just going to come out and say it, say that the arrangement isn’t working for you, that you want more or it has to end. Your sister keeps trying to set you up with her husband’s friends and you can’t keep blowing her off for… whatever this is. Maybe you’ll actually go on a date. Maybe it’ll go well. Maybe you’ll even go back to his place, where he probably won’t know your body the way Marc does, but maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe-

A knock sounds at the door. Who could possibly be at your door at this hour? Your heart rate jumps at the thought of someone breaking in, overpowering you in your barely there pajamas. As you quickly look around for some sort of makeshift weapon to fight the intruder off with, a second knock follows, this time more urgently. Throwing off your covers, you quickly reach for your umbrella and quietly peer into the peephole to see if you can make out who’s at the door.

Your breathing quickens and heart rate jumps at the sight of Marc on the other side of your door, running his hand through his unruly curls.

You wrench the door open before he knocks for a third time and wakes up your neighbours and you catch him with his fist midair before he drops it. You stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. What the fuck is he doing here, at this time, without texting you first?

Giving Marc a quick scan and then checking the hallway in case anyone woke up from your unexpected guest, you swiftly pull him inside your apartment and shut the door.

“What are you doing here?” You ask with more acid in your tone than you probably meant to show.

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart… Why are you holding an umbrella?” He shoots right back.

Looking down you realize you’re still holding on to the umbrella like a baseball bat, ready to attack your midnight guest. You quickly put it back behind the door, not missing the way Marc was trying to hold back his snickers.

“You didn’t answer my question, Marc. What do you want?” His eyebrows shoot up at your tone. You realize you’re being rude but you’re tired and he is entirely too comfortable dropping by your place really late with no heads up.

“What’s with the attitude?” He spits back at you. “Have I done something? I was in the area and thinking of you so I thought I’d come see you.” Even though you knew that he wasn’t going to be the one to move this situationship to the next level, a small part of you was holding out hope for him to say literally anything that would let you believe that.

The air grew tense, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of ruining whatever you had going with him. Get your shit together, you said you’d say something the next time you saw him. Well? Now or never!

“That's kind of the problem, Marc.” You sigh exasperatedly, forcing the words to come out. “You haven’t really done anything.” He looks just as annoyed and confused as before you spoke, brows furrowing as he focuses on your words. Evidently not being able to catch on, he motions with his hand for you to elaborate, to which you sigh even heavier. Maybe if you don’t look directly at him it’ll be easier so instead you focus on his socks.

Socks? This fucker took his shoes off already, ready to stay?

Squaring your shoulders and looking him in the eye, you muster up your frustrations with this man to finally voice them. Deep breath. You got this, you tell yourself. “I… I know I said I was okay with what we have, I know you told me from the start how it had to be but I don’t think I can handle it anymore. I’ve been trying to ignore it and I can’t keep going on like this. I want more, Marc. Fuck, I-I don’t know anything about your life, I’ve never even been to your apartment, you never tell me where you go, and I want you to want to tell me. I want you to want more with me, too. Don’t pretend you couldn’t tell, and don’t look at me like that!” You were progressively getting louder through your little outburst and by the end you needed to take in a deep breath at the effort it took from you.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, just breathing through his nose heavily. His eyes bounced back and forth between your face, your legs, and the mirror hung on the wall behind you. You start getting irritated by his lack of response and huff impatiently.

“Please just go, Marc, you don’t have to say anything.” With your head down, you attempt to walk by him back to your bedroom but he grabs your arm before you get past him and pulls you to face him.

Une immense espérance a traversé la terre

Une immense espérance a traversé ma peur

(An immense hope has crossed over the earth

An immense hope has crossed over my fear)

“I’m not…good. At any of this.” he grits out with his hand still wrapped around your forearm. “I told you that at the beginning of this because I’m not good for you, I’m no good at relationships. They never fuckin’ work because I am just not…good enough. I’ll only end up making you unhappy.” Marc has never been this vulnerable in front of you before and by the tension in his jaw and shoulders, and sweaty grip on your arm, you know it wasn’t easy. Your heart breaks a little at his confession, hope still fighting its way up your chest into your throat and before you even realize it, you’re holding his face in your hands, his own landing on your waist.

“Marc you absolute shit head.” You huff out with a small smile on your lips. His eyes shift to the mirror behind you again before quickly shifting back to you. Does he know he's pouting? “Why on earth would you think you’re not good? I’d like to make that judgment for myself, thanks.” You try to laugh lightly to ease his tension.

“What if it’s terrible? What if I hurt you, what if we fight all the time, what if- listen I can’t have you hating me.” He rushes it all out, concern etching his features, clearly having thought about it before.

“What if it’s good? What if it’s so good, Marc, what if you’re not as terrible as you think?” you throw back at him, challenging his insecurities. The hope that was itching in your throat is out there now, enveloping you both in its clutches like a warm embrace. “Besides, even if we do fight, at least we know the make up sex will be good.” With that being said, his gaze darkens and the heat from his hands on your waist burns through your clothes, fingers squeezing you in their path to your hips.

“Oh, will it now? You’re sure of it?” He jumps at the opportunity to tease you, and before you have a chance to retort, backs you into the wall behind you to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss steals your breath, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you feel reassured by it, like he’s admitting what he can’t say out loud through his tongue. When you pull away breathlessly, you’re both sporting goofy smiles, your foreheads touching; a core memory forming.

Dragging your hands down to intertwine with his, you slowly walk him backwards to your bedroom. This air feels different, heavy, almost cottony as the both of you stay quiet, for fear of breaking the spell. Never have you both been so emotionally honest with each other and so gentle, it renders you shy.

Foreheads still near, eyelids sitting heavy, he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed while he stands, looking down at you. You think you know what he wants, he usually wants your mouth on him to start, says you look the prettiest with your lips wrapped around his cock. But no… he drops to his knees for you, hands caging you in on the bed. So things might be going a little differently but you roll with it.

Taking the sight of him in, he looks entirely too good for such a late hour, skin flawless, a barely there scruff coming in, a couple of stray curls coming down on his forehead and those deep eyes staring at you through his lashes with the bottom whites of his eyes showing.

You look so pretty kneeling for me.

He sniffs out a laugh and you realize belatedly that you said that last bit out loud, heat rising to your face.

You lean forward to kiss him again, this time slower, his lips moving expertly on yours. He deepens it, asking permission with his hot tongue to explore your mouth, eliciting a high pitched whimper from you. At the sound you make, Marc pulls back and smirks at you, then moves his mouth to your jaw and continues kissing his way down your neck, biting softly at your collarbone. Your chest is heaving already. The air was already stifling and now? Now you’re burning up from the inside.

“Why is this still on?” he asks, tugging upwards on your sleeping top to remove it. It gets tossed into the darkness of your bedroom. You shiver at the slight chill in the apartment, and he watches in fascination as your nipples harden right at his eye level. Looking up into your eyes he moves forward, capturing one of the hardened peaks in his warm mouth, groaning with his mouth full as he palmed the other one.

As much as you wanted to maintain eye contact you couldn’t help but toss your head back at the feeling. He quickly moved on to the other breast and bit down on it to get you to look at him again, pulling a soft moan from you. Looking back down at him, he released you and moved his hands to your hips, fingering the elastic of your underwear, silently asking for permission with his eyes to remove them. This was a completely new side to him, since you only ever knew the Marc who took what he wanted from you and made you beg for it at the same time.

Pulling your bottoms off of your legs, you sat there completely bare in front of him, both physically and emotionally for the first time. Marc started to kiss up your legs, starting from the crease in your knees moving towards your apex. He shouldered his way in between your knees so that you couldn’t shut them once he was settled in and held you in place with one hand on your hip. You were still a little sore from your activities yesterday, and trembling slightly at his almost reverent touches.

“You’re shaking, baby. Is this okay?” He squeezes your hip reassuringly. Afraid to open your mouth at the risk of nothing coherent coming out, you just nod your head dumbly with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. “You can tell me when you want me to stop or if it gets too much.”

Again you’re shocked at the affection in his eyes and touch, but it’s by no means hesitant. Like looking at him through a different filter, with the same burning intensity. Your eyes shut as he lowers his head to your sternum and kisses down the middle of your torso, until he reaches your core, but surprises you by completely bypassing it and moving on to the tops of your thighs. His teasing nature has clearly returned, wanting to push you to beg for him.

“Marc…” you sigh breathlessly. He looks up at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Please, Marc.” You say again, in the hopes that it’s enough. You don’t even know if you can get the words out, he’s barely touched you and you’re both breathing heavily. There’s a white noise in the back of your mind as your focus pinpoints on both of your sounds.

While maintaining eye contact, he drags his mouth along your inner thigh until he’s breathing on your slick folds and finally, finally, licks a long stripe up. His hand is still gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place and you’re glad he is because you feel boneless, like you could slip right through his fingers to join him on the floor.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he licks another stripe into you, slowing to catch your clit between his lips to suck on. You flop onto your back right when Marc brings his other hand to insert two fingers into your entrance, curling them upwards to hit that patch of nerves. Back arching, you grab on to his hair to anchor yourself with one hand and the other bunches the bed sheets by your side.

He’s too good at this for your sanity. The hand not occupied with his hair slaps over your mouth to try and hide how far gone you already are for him. It won’t take you long it seems, you just need a little more.

“P-please don’t stop pleasedontstopplease-“ you say, muffled from between your fingers. He continues to lap at your clit while leisurely fingering you and curling his fingers up.

“Let me hear you then, or I will,” he taunts you, then goes back to flicking his tongue even faster on your clit. Moving your hand off your face, your whines are now loud enough for him to hum into your mound happily.

“Ohhhh fffuckk, Marc!” Your sounds keep rising in volume as he finally picks up the pace of his fingers and before either of you are ready for it, you’re coming all over his fingers and tongue. Back arched, hand still in his hair, you’re dissolving into the mattress with a broken cry. You can hear his fingers squelching into you as he continues to pleasure you through your release and your hands come up to cover your face as your lungs try to catch up.

Peeking through your hands you watch as he finally pulls his fingers out and unceremoniously sticks them in his mouth, humming when he tastes you. While you’re still trying to gather your senses, Marc stands up smugly and starts undressing. You take that as your cue to sit up and unbuckle his pants so you can return the favour but his hands catch yours after removing his sweater.

“No, pretty girl, not tonight.” His hand cups your jaw so you’re looking up to him, your hands resting on his hips. “Tonight is about you.” Your heart flutters at his words and you know it’s written all over your face. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you pull his pants off him but he pays it no mind, just pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb and then smiles to himself.

He leans down to crawl over you and you go with him, both of you shuffling up the bed to get situated in the middle, faces inches apart. Marc kisses you again and you taste yourself on him. He continues kissing his way down your neck, biting and sucking on the tendons flexing there. He lifts his head when you make a sound in the back of your throat and then he’s staring at you expectantly, so you try to slowly turn to your usual position, shifting to your hands and knees but again he stops you, and pulls you back before you move.

You feel like you’re out of your depth, here with him, the scenario playing out very differently than what you thought. You’ve always had a very expressive face so you know he sees your confusion and kisses you hotly while pushing down on your sternum signaling for you to lay back.

“Tonight I want to look at you, if that’s okay?” He says quietly but still very much in control. You nod with your noses rubbing, never having experienced this type of intimacy before. Marc may not be the most vocal man when it comes to being vulnerable about his feelings but it’s showing through his subtle words and warming your heart.

His hands come to either side of your head, caging you in and he reaches forward to capture your lips in another deep, toe curling kiss. Your hands are exploring his shoulders, neck and chest freely, caresses full of love this time and not just lust. His smell and weight overwhelm you in the best way possible. All your senses are just picking up Marc, Marc, Marc. Your hand comes to rest on his face, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb as you part for air, and your legs fall open on either side of his hips.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he rubs the tip through your heat, moving smoothly through your soaked folds to spread your arousal all over. Moaning his name, you press your face into his bicep and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. He wordlessly positions himself at your entrance but waits there with the tip lodged right where you need him.

“I know, baby, I know. I want to hear you say it though, can you ask me nicely?” He purred, nudging your face with his prominent nose.

“Please, I need you. Please!” You manage to spit out, canting your hips up so as to tempt him to just take you. The feeling of him barely starting to push in was driving you insane with arousal, you felt as though you were dripping on to the sheets.

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” How he has self restraint right now you don’t know, but you try to appease him anyway even with your brain short circuiting.

“I need you inside me, I want to feel all of you!”

Finally, Marc pushes in the rest of the way but takes his time with it, making sure to watch your face crumple around a high pitched keen as he does so.

“That’s my fu-fucking good girl, look at that. Does that feel better?” He asks before dragging himself out to the tip, and on his hard thrust back in, decides to mock you further, “How about now? Better, baby?”

Marc begins with a slow pace, making sure to pull out slowly only to thrust back in hard and deep, breathing hard against the shell of your ear. You can’t answer him but your noises are involuntary, more pronounced when he grinds into you. He pushes his face into your neck and keeps the mind numbing pace, occasionally whispering sweet but filthy things to you.

“Pretty baby, letting me take her apart, m-my baby, so wet for me, so good to me.” Your chorus of whimpers kept growing, until he kissed you so tenderly while grabbing your hands from where they were purchased around his back to intertwine them by your head, caging you in. He kept pushing, going impossibly deeper, and the air shifted, became suffocating in the best way possible, oxygen scarce as his eyes locked on yours.

Something in you snaps, and your back bows into his chest. Marc continues to fuck you through the spasms as you fall off the edge he’s been pushing you towards, crying out with his name on your tongue.

There’s a flood between your legs, you know it because you can hear it and he’s sliding in your oversensitive pussy so easily now.

“You look so good coming for me, I wanna watch it again. Please?” He licks from your throat to your ear to sweeten the request, shifts your legs over his forearms planted next to your waist now so you’re fully spread out for him to see. “Can you give me one more? I think you can, you’re so good for me.”

You don’t even get a chance to come down and he’s building you back up again. His words aren’t helping but he doesn’t seem like he’s in control of them either at this point. Looking down you can see where he’s spearing into you, going faster now but just as deep as before and the sight makes you whine in the back of your throat.

He groans as he looks at where you’re joined, a pained noise that makes him drive harder into you. You struggle to anchor yourself so you settle for his arms and dig your nails in, too far gone to care if you draw blood.

“I c-can’t, Marc” you’re stuttering with the words, “it’s too much, I can’t” is all you can manage. He’s eyes become softer while he shakes his head at you.

“You can take it, take it for me, yes you can, pretty girl” he pleads, eyes imploring. “My girl, right? You’re mine?” He’s asking you for affirmation and you know it’s about more than just this moment. So you nod. Cockdumb or not you’re nodding in agreement so he knows you’re in this with him, trusting him to take care of you in more ways than one. He knows how, he’ll take you there, and he kisses you like a vow.

You’re on fire, veins ignited and something devastating is building inside you again. The concept of time is escaping you. His lips are smoldering against yours, and he swallows your moans while delving his tongue into your mouth. You feel like he’s slowly peeling you apart and piecing you back together at the same time; like the glue he’s using is actually made of lighter fuel and he’s just fueling the fire lit deep within you. You break apart gasping for air as his cock punches mercilessly into your core, hitting the area that makes your vision spotty.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning uncontrollably and Marc knows you’re close. He lifts your leg to wrap around his hip and settles his hand on your lower stomach and presses, thumb reaching for your clit to pluck at it with no hesitation.

This is it, you think. This is how you’re gonna go out, screaming around Marc’s cock because he fucked you too hard into your mattress. Your vision whites out, blood rushing past your ears deafening you, and your muscles tense up as you come harder than before.

You’re clenching too hard around Marc for him to move for a few seconds so he sits there letting you milk him, arousal rushing out of you like a downpour. “God, you’re perfect, such a good girl coming for me so hard, that’s right,” as he brushes your hair out of your face. You’ve stopped convulsing enough for him to start up again, but your whimpers from him thrusting into your overstimulated pussy have him speaking again. “I know, I know, almost there, please baby.”

His pace becomes irregular, sinking deep inside you as you drag your fingernails down his back, tears leaking out of your eyes. How is your orgasm dragging out this long?

“Ahhh, f-fuck, you’re so- fuuuuuck I’m gonna come, I-” He groans out into your neck, hips smacking loudly against yours and with a final thrust finishes, painting your insides with his release.

He flops down with his face still buried in your neck, and spent cock still inside you. Both of you are still breathing heavily and your brain feels like it needs a minute to restart, but it does supply you with the motivation to run your hands through his hair and down his back soothingly. You don’t know how long you two stay like that but he eventually starts lazily kissing your neck until he finds himself looking at you from above, and you share small, shy smiles, faces beaming. It feels like the sun has settled in your chest with how giddy you feel and Marc? Marc’s face reflects yours, that same happiness you never thought you’d be the cause of, his eyes cataloging the details of your face to memory.

You’re sickening, you think. This is the sappiest you’ve ever felt about someone and you don’t know how to act, especially as the last hour catches up to you. After a few more short but sweet kisses, he’s pulling out of you with a hiss and looking at the mess he made of you. You feel both of your spend leak out of you, feeling sweaty and achy all over. Before you can even say anything though, he’s pushing it back in with two fingers and roguishly asking you to keep it in for him. You nod blankly, as if you could deny him anything right now.

Marc settles in next to you on the bed and you turn to face each other, faces inches apart and limbs tangled together. You’re both sporting the same, goofy, shy smiles and settling in to sleep.

“Will you stay with me?” You softly ask, still hesitant to ask.

“‘Course… but I-“ he starts and stops again, and you try hard not to jump to conclusions of him finding an excuse to reject you.

He looks like he wants to continue, with his brow furrowed and eyes focused on your chin, mouth still open poised to speak. As your hand reaches up to smooth out his forehead, his eyes look back to yours, making him quickly spit out “Ihavesomethingtotellyou”.

“Anything. You can tell me anything, Marc” you reassure him, a tone of worry lacing your voice. His eyes look panicked for a second before rolling back into his head.

“It’s not his fault, love, he just likes you too much!” He said, a bit too loud for how close you two were, making you jump back a bit out of shock.

See, the voice came from Marc but it didn’t sound like him at all, with an unusual British accent and higher pitch than his regular voice.

“Oh s-sorry, love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Steven.”

Was this all some fucked up dream you were having?

#marc spector #marc spector smut #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight smut #steven grant #steven grant fanfiction #Mona writes???

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eb-is-hot · 2 years ago

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Hi hi hi here's my TUA ask 🥰 Could you write something for a usually really bubbly and sweet reader dating Viktor who was hurt after the first fight with the Sparrows?

A/N: UGH HOW CAN I NOT WRITE THIS??? AH ITS SO CUTE. yes i will. i dont know the pronouns you’d prefer me to use. So ima go with Gender Neutral! :) Also, i forgot about ’the first fight’ part. so im deeply sorry but i changed it up a bit. If you dont like it just lmk!

Warnings: Blood, cuts, punching, cute Viktor.

After dating you. You being all happy and always looking at the bright side of everything, always being there for Viktor. Being on Harlans side as well as his. Viktor was very happy. He was leas anxious around you. You made him see colors again. You always responded to your texts. Always texted him too. So when you didn’t respond for a day, you can imagine how worried he got.

Viktor was pacing back and forth. He was a nervous wreck. He was also trying to comfort Alison, who was grieving her non existent daughter. Viktor was trying to keep it together. His mind rushing with thoughts. „What if their hurt?”, „What if their..” no, he didn’t wanna think about it. He would have never forgave himself if you had died a tragic way. After Sissy, if he lost you he’d have lost everything.

Alison looked at him. Knowing that he was worried, she sat up to face him. „Hey, whats wrong?", she raised an eyebrow as Viktor shot his head up. „Nothing, just worried about y/n.” He mumbled and then bit his „I haven’t seen them in a while..nor have i gotten a text back.” Viktor sat down on his bed and looked at his sister. „You can go look for them, you don’t need to baby me.” Alison said, she tried to give off a smile. Viktor mumbled a quick ’thank you.’

You had just got your ass whipped by the ’Sparrows’. They knew that you were in league with ‘The Umbrellas’ as they called them. You kept saying that you don’t have Marcus. They didn’t buy that one. Ben being the meanest, he had punched you a couple of times. Sloane, let you escape. Babbling apologies and looking at you with guilt and pity. You shrugged it off and smiled. Closing the gate behind you.

You made it to the hotel finally. stumbling in. Viktor was just about to walk out to look for you. His eyes widened at the sight of you. Bloodied lips and nose. your shoulders have new bruises and a couple cuts. Viktor couldn’t believe that you could be smiling right now. He grabbed your hand and hurried you to the mens bathroom. Making sure no one was inside he asked you to sit on the sinks.

You of course obliged and he went and got some first aid. He got some spray to disinfect the wound and looked at you. „This may sting a bit sweetheart.” He mumbled and looked at you. He sprayed it onto some open wounds and you grimaced at the sting.

You could tell that poor Viktor felt bad bout hurting you. He was silent. His mind was racing with regret and guilt. He couldn’t help but just look at you and frown. ”I promise i wont let you get hurt again.” He said and he put his hand on your cheek lightly. “Who did this to you?”, he asked. once he found out it was the Sparrows, he was mad, and a bit betrayed. He had just talked with Marcus? Why would he hurt his partner?

“Its okay.”, you grin and look at him. You kissed his hand and he instantly felt butterflies. He gives you his awkward crooked grin and you giggle. You hop off the sink and then walked back to your room. Alison no where to be found. Viktor sat on the bed, you sat right next to him. He was still a bit awkward with his touches, but he laid down, and you did too. He embraced you and smiled.

He kissed your head and you smiled. ”I love you.”, you say and he smiled and sighed happily. ”I love you too.”

#viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the umbrellas of cherbourg #viktor x reader #tua viktor #viktor hargreeves x reader #tua x you #tua x y/n #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine

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*gif isnt mine*

“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.

“How the hell—” Carl started.

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled.

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes.

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips.

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder.

“What?” Lip asked.

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

“What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey.

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window.

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged.

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps.

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked.

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically.

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since.

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him.

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently.

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was.

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register.

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled.

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked.

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled.

“Good,” Carl said.

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled.

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table.

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked.

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said.

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked.

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach.

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled.

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded.

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that.

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked.

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered.

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n.

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered.

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away.

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said.

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said.

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking.

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates.

“Yeah,” Carl nodded.

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes.

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked.

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces.

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said.

“You sure?” Carl asked.

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car.

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked.

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked.

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street.

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game.

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen.

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked.

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her.

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed.

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said.

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said.

“Deal,” Carl nodded.

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill.

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down.

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested.

“Sure,” Carl nodded.

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch.

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house.

“Hey, guys,” Carl said.

“Hey,” Ian smiled.

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded.

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows.

“I… am I?” Carl asked.

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked.

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously.

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said.

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested.

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said.

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up.

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled.

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand.

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here.

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts.

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly.

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled.

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck.

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned.

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion.

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained.

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”

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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 3 years ago

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Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 1?

*Not my GIF, this is currently kinda my face/voice canon for her, but maybe a bit softer.

Summary: You never thought anyone would fall in love with you, let alone in such a deep way. But a certain Ukrainian witch plans to prove you wrong.

(CW: Ableism, loss of a job)

Author’s Note: Anya’s a shy bean, but don’t underestimate her. Should I continue this?

It’s been several weeks since everything went downhill. You were fired from your job after your autism and ADHD kept getting in the way of you meeting deadlines, your parents had lectured you on how you just need to “try harder.” Your depression and anxiety are worsening, just to name a few things. The only thing that keeps you going is your favorite book store.

The day after you get the lecture from your parents, you decide to treat yourself to a new book from there to make you feel better. After picking one out, you go over to your quiet corner and read. You’re so absorbed in your book that you don’t notice that you’re being watched.

A woman who looks to be no older than her early-mid twenties with brown/reddish hair and soft brown doe eyes spots you as she reads her favorite fairytale for the billionth time. She sees how absorbed you are in your book, visibly reacting to what’s going on, laughing with the funny bits and crying during the sad parts. It endears her so much and she wants to speak to you, but she feels butterflies in her stomach whenever she tries to.

She eventually figures out your daily routine after work; go to the bookstore, pick out a book, sit in the quiet corner and read for a few hours, then leave. And she's always there. She also entertains herself mentally through your thoughts. What does that mean, you ask? We’ll get to that.

Finally she decides to pluck up the courage and write a note. When you go to the bathroom, she takes out a slip of paper and a pen and writes down:

“Hello,

“I’ve seen you in the quiet corner a lot, and I would like to get to know you better.

“Sincerely, the girl with the fairytale book.”

and places it in your book over your bookmark. When you return and sit down, you read the note and look to your right. There she is. Her cheeks flush a bright scarlet. You smile at her and her heart flutters.

“Hey there....” you begin.

She mutters back a shy “hi” and glances down at the floor. You move a little closer to her.

“So....you come here everyday as well?” you ask her.

She nods.

"You have a name?"

She nods again and pulls out a piece of paper before writing down her answer and showing it to you.

"Tetyana, but people usually just call me Anya."

"That's a pretty name. I'm (Y/N).....you okay? You seem pretty nervous."

She nods and writes down something else.

“I’m just.....you know....”

“Shy?”

She nods.

The two of you open up a bit more, and slowly you begin to fall in love with her. And she can tell; one of her powers is telepathy, kind of. Her autism makes it difficult to distinguish certain thoughts. But because you two share diagnoses, she can tell.

You love her sweet, soft, and dreamy demeanor, it makes you feel safe around her. And she doesn’t judge you when you stim like several neurotypicals have. You slowly feel comfortable with her touch upon your hand, your arm, and eventually hugs.

She begins to share more of herself with you; in particular, her favorite fairytale. The Golden Slipper from her homeland of Ukraine. She gets you interested in knowing more about Ukraine and its culture. She teaches you some Ukrainian and even gives you a petname in Ukrainian.

“Moya mriya,” she says.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

She gives a shy smile and blushes a little.

“It means ‘my dream,’ because you make everyday feel like one come true.”

This makes you blush. She’s so sweet and affectionate, so curious as she asks you about your interests.

What you don’t know is just how deeply and intensely she feels this love and affection for you.

One day, you’re back in the quiet corner with her, reading your new favorite book.

“Moya mriya?” You hear Anya’s soft and musical voice enter your ears. “Have I ever actually told you the story of The Golden Slipper?”

You give this some thought and shake your head.

“I don’t think so. I’d love to hear it some time, though.”

“Why not right now?”

You blink, giving it some thought before deciding.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely.”

“Can....can I please play with your hair while I tell you the story, moya mriya?”

You smile and nod. She’s always so careful when she does this. You lay down in her lap and she begins.

“There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman, and the old man had a daughter, and the old woman had a daughter.”

Her voice is so soft and gentle.

“And the old woman said to the old man, ‘Go and buy a heifer, that thy daughter may have something to look after!’ So the old man went to the fair and bought a heifer.”

Like an angel whispering in your ear.

“Now the old woman spoiled her own daughter, but was always snapping at the old man’s daughter. Yet the old man’s daughter was a good, hard-working girl, while as for the old woman’s daughter, she was but an idle slut. She did nothing but sit down all day with her hands in her lap.”

It begins to lull you to sleep.

“One day the old woman said to the old man’s daughter, ‘Look now, thou daughter of a dog, go and drive out the heifer to graze! Here thou hast two bundles of flax. See that thou unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it home all ready in the evening!’ Then the girl took the flax and drove the heifer out to graze.”

Your eyes begin to flutter and her voice seems to echo against your ears.

“So the heifer began to graze, but the girl sat down and began to weep. And the heifer said to her, ‘Tell me, dear little maiden, wherefore dost thou weep?’ ’Alas! why should I not weep? My stepmother has given me this flax and bidden me unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it back as cloth in the evening.’”

You swear you can see a bit of an iridescent glow.

“Grieve not, maiden!” said the heifer, “it will all turn out well. Lie down to sleep!”

You’re nearly out like a light when she whispers right into your ear.

“So moya mriya lay down to sleep.....”

And after she says that, you’re fast asleep....

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