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would you ever do a story like Y/N is at a bar and some guy wont stop flirting with her and Elijah sees it and gets mad?

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You are at the club with the Mikaelsons, and your husband Elijah gets a little jealous when someone else hits on you.

♡♡ Thank you for the request sweet @nerdygamer829! I love writing possessive Elijah, and I would love to party with the Mikaelsons ♡♡

♡♡ Working on another fic i'll be posting tomorrow! Its a sweet domestic Elijah one ~xoxo ♡♡

3.9k words - Warnings: smuttt, possesive!elijah, dom!elijah, lots of drinking, drunk mikaelsons, drunk reader, public sex, rough sex, fingering, grinding, slight humiliation, exhibitionism, biting, blood drinking && dancing...

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Partying with the Mikaelsons was always a dangerous game, but one you would play on the regular. They were a fun group who could be a little wild in their partying ways, and if you weren't careful you would end up getting swept away with the craziness of the night.

Rebekah had convinced you to come out with them to a popular nightclub that was filled with sweaty bodies and the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume. She had been a bit mopey for a couple of days, having gotten into a fight with Marcel, so she decided a night out was just what she needed. When Klaus and Kol joined you both in the club, the night quickly devolved from there.

"Come on darling, drink up!" Klaus urged, handing you another shot of vodka.

You shook your head and held up a hand to refuse the drink. "Nope, I think I've had enough."

Klaus scoffed and shoved the drink into your hand. "Come now, sweetheart. I'll make sure you're not hungover, just have fun for once."

"You always say that, and I'm always hungover." You sighed, but then you proceeded to down the shot.

You winced as the alcohol burned the back of your throat and then slammed the empty glass down onto the counter. Klaus chuckled and shook his head at your pained expression. He signaled to the bartender for two more shots and handed you another, raising his own glass in a toast.

"To our night of debauchery." Klaus smirked, tipping his glass towards you before taking his shot.

You chuckled and then did the same. This time you managed to keep from making a face at the strong taste of the liquor. Rebekah came over and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, looking rather drunk. She was a giggly, happy drunk, and always wanted to dance.

"I love you, you know that right?" Rebekah said, leaning heavily on you.

You smiled and patted her arm. "Yeah, I know, I love you too, Rebekah."

"No, but … like … I really love you. You're the best thing that happened to my brother," she explained, nodding her head as she spoke.

Klaus and Kol snickered and Rebekah looked at them in confusion. "What? It's true! She is sooooo good for him. They're perfect for each other."

You rolled your eyes and took Rebekah's drink from her, making her frown. "Hey, I was drinking that."

"No more for you," you replied, giving her a stern look and handing it to Kol without even looking his way. He dutifully drank it back in one gulp and handed the empty glass to Klaus who shook his head and gave it to a random person walking by.

"Come on, let's dance, yeah?" you suggested, taking Rebekah's arm off your shoulder and dragging her to the dancefloor.

The two of you danced for a few songs until Rebekah got bored and went off to find some poor sucker to bite. You weren't really a fan of dancing alone, so you went looking for Klaus and Kol, but they were nowhere to be found. Eventually, you gave up and decided to head over to the bar for another drink.

You pushed through the throng of people and managed to get to the front. Leaning against the bar, you waved the bartender over and ordered a whiskey. You were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, your head buzzing and your movements a little slower than normal. You felt a warm hand on your lower back, you were about to turn and see who it was when the familiar voice of your husband sounded next to your ear.

"On me," he said to the bartender and the man nodded.

You looked over at Elijah and smiled. "You're late,"

Elijah took the drink from the bartender and handed it to you, leaning in to kiss you. "Just fashionably so."

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of the whiskey, relishing the burn as it went down your throat. Elijah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, his hand settling on your hip. You looked up at him and smiled. He was so handsome, especially with the way the lights in the club cast shadows across his face and the way he was so casually dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.

"You look good," you told him, placing a hand on his chest and looking up at him.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you. "So do you. I don't think I've ever seen you in this dress before."

"It's Rebekah's, and she was determined I wear it," you replied, smoothing down the fabric that hugged your curves.

His dark eyes seemed to smolder as they roamed over your body, his hand sliding lower on your hip. He signaled the bartender for a drink of his own, keeping his other arm firmly around your waist, holding you close to his side. He was always so protective, especially in public. It was almost as if he was afraid someone would steal you away if he wasn't paying attention.

You finished your drink and set the glass down on the bar, leaning against Elijah's side and placing your hand on his chest. You could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, and you looked forward to the end of the night without the barrier of clothing between the two of you. Elijah had only arrived moments before, and already your body was reacting to his presence.

Klaus and Kol had returned and joined the two of you at the bar, the three of them discussing something that you weren't really interested in. Elijah's hand stayed on your hip the whole time, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. You could feel the alcohol flowing through your veins, making your skin hot and your head fuzzy. You wanted to dance again, but this time with your husband.

"Come on," you tugged at Elijah's shirt, trying to pull him towards the dancefloor.

"I'll meet you out there, just a moment," he replied, turning back to the conversation with his brothers.

You huffed and gave him a look. "I'll just go dance with Rebekah, then."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and smirked. You knew he wasn't a fan of the way people danced in clubs, he preferred something more formal, but you didn't care. You wanted to dance, and if he wasn't going to join you, then you'd just have to find someone else.

You made your way out to the dance floor, weaving through the throng of sweaty bodies. The music was loud, the bass thumping, and the air was thick with heat and lust. It was the perfect atmosphere for letting loose and having fun.

You couldn't find Rebekah, but you didn't let that stop you from moving your hips to the music. The alcohol made everything feel better, the sensations more intense, the beat of the music throbbing in your veins.

You felt a pair of hands on your hips, and you turned your head to see who it was. The guy was tall, with tattoos all over, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively. He smiled and began moving with you, his hands sliding up your sides, pulling you closer to him.

"You're gorgeous," he said in your ear.

You giggled, the alcohol making you more receptive than usual to a stranger's advances. His hands were firm and sure, and the way he moved his body was almost hypnotic. You felt yourself relaxing in his arms, allowing him to guide you as you danced.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

"Ohh that's a good question," you giggled again, feeling a little tipsy from all the alcohol you had consumed. "My friends call me (Y/N), but you can call me whatever you want."

The guy grinned, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "(Y/N), huh? That's a pretty name."

You smiled, your head swimming with the buzz of alcohol. You were enjoying the attention, Elijah was always so busy lately that you rarely got any one on one time. You hadn't had sex in over a month, and the thought of it made your body ache with need.

The guy's hands wandered, sliding over your hips and ass, and you let him. He was attractive, and you were feeling reckless.

"Let me buy you a drink," he offered, his breath hot on your neck.

"Sure," you agreed, following him to the bar.

He ordered two shots of vodka, and you eagerly took yours. He chuckled and took his own, his eyes never leaving your face. He suddenly leaned in to kiss you, but you quickly deflected, turning your head so that his lips landed on your cheek instead.

You giggled nervously, feeling a little guilty for leading him on. "Sorry, I'm married,"

He didn't seem put off, smiling and shrugging. "So? I'm not going to tell."

You laughed and shook your head, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You were a little flustered, and the alcohol was making your thoughts cloudy.

The guy placed his hand on your lower back, leaning in to speak in your ear. "Just one more drink, that's all I'm asking for."

This had gone a bit too far, and you were starting to get uncomfortable. "No, I'm sorry. I have to go,"

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he snapped, his hand tightening on your waist.

You pulled away from him, and his grip tightened, causing you to wince. He had switched up on you so fast, his tone and demeanor changing, and you knew you had to get away from him.

"Let go of me," you demanded, trying to pull away.

He refused to let go, his other hand moving to your ass, squeezing it roughly. You were getting angry now, and you were about to slap him across the face when your husband's voice sounded behind you.

"I suggest you let go of my wife, or else I will rip out your spine and beat you with it." Elijah growled, his hand coming down hard on the guy's wrist, breaking his hold on you.

The guy cursed, rubbing his wrist and backing up, holding his hands up in surrender. "Whoa, man, chill out. We were just having some fun."

Elijah grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, his eyes dark and full of fury. "You will never lay a hand on her again, is that understood?"

The guy nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. Elijah released him, shoving him away roughly. You watched as the guy disappeared into the crowd, and then turned back to face your husband.

Elijah looked furious, his eyes hard and his jaw clenched tightly. He had clearly seen what happened, and he wasn't pleased. You were worried he was angry at you for being so reckless, and you braced yourself for a lecture.

Instead he took your hand and led you through the crowd, not quite sure where he was taking you. The club was big, with several floors, and a variety of rooms. He finally found a quiet area on the second floor, overlooking the dancefloor, and turned to face you.

He didn't say a word, he just grabbed you by your waist and pushed you against the wall. His lips were on yours in an instant, rough and demanding, a stark contrast to his usual gentle way with you.

His hand slid down your leg and pulled it up to hook around his hip, pressing his hardening cock against you. He was really worked up, and you couldn't deny the way it made your body respond, a bolt of pleasure shooting straight to your core.

"You're mine," he growled, grabbing your other leg and lifting you up, wrapping them around his hips.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, stroking the back of his neck to comfort him. "He... I... Just took it too far."

He nodded, a soft, possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "I saw you dancing, watching you grind against another man nearly drove me crazy."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes dark with lust. He was breathing heavily, his body pressed against yours, his hands holding you tightly, keeping you in place.

"I'm sorry, 'Lijah," you mumbled, trying to hide your smile.

His eyes narrowed, slowly smiling back at you. "You're not sorry at all."

He was right, you weren't sorry, not when his body was so close to yours, his hands all over you. He only behaved this way when you pushed his buttons in just the right way, and tonight you were happy to see his rough possessive side come out to play.

You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to look innocent. "No, not even a little bit,"

He smirked, shaking his head, his lips brushing over yours. "I know how much you like it when I show you who you belong to," he spoke softly, his hands sliding up your thighs pushing your dress up to expose your panties.

You shuddered, your heart racing in anticipation. "Yes, and tonight I think I really need a reminder."

He pressed his thumb against your clothed cunt, rubbing it in a slow, agonizing circle, making your toes curl. "We'll see how much you need to be reminded once I'm done with you,"

There was a dark promise in his eyes, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you. He tore off your panties in one quick motion, stuffing them into his back pocket. His hand returned between your legs, finding your clit and circling it with agonizing slowness.

"Tell me, did he make you wet?" He asked, leaning in to suck on the flesh of your neck, his tongue tracing patterns on your skin.

"N-no..." you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand, trying to get more friction.

He chuckled at your desperation, his fingers sliding lower, "so this wet little pussy is all for me?"

"Just you," you whined, trying to keep quiet despite the throbbing need growing between your thighs.

He smirked, sliding a finger into your soaking cunt. You moaned, letting your head fall back against the wall, your eyes fluttering closed. He continued to slowly finger fuck you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in a slow, firm circle.

"Please..." you whispered, your hips grinding against his hand.

"Please, what?" He asked, his voice a low growl.

"More," you breathed, unable to form complete sentences.

His hand went to your throat, squeezing lightly, his thumb resting on your pulse point. Your heart was racing, and your breath was coming in short gasps, your body aching for release. He added a second finger, his movements becoming faster, more urgent, his eyes never leaving your face.

You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing with anticipation. Your hips moved in time with his fingers, your hands gripping his shoulders, holding yourself steady.

He suddenly pulled his hand away, your eyes snapping open at the loss of sensation. You were about to complain when he squeezed your throat again, harder this time. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss, his body flush with yours, using his hips to pin you against the wall.

He used his free hand to unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out, smirking as you felt it press against your stomach. He didn't take his hand from your throat, merely used his grip to hold you in place.

You realized how exposed you both were, anyone could come up here, or look up from the dancefloor below and see your lewd display.

"Elijah... Wait, not here..."

"Not here?" He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Not here where anyone can see how desperate you are for me?"

Your face heated up at his words, and you looked away, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. He suddenly gripped your chin, forcing you to

"Eli...," you whispered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, trying to convince him to stop, pressing your hands into his chest.

"That's what makes it so much fun," he smirked.

Your eyes went wide when you realized there was no changing his mind. He was determined to fuck you, right here in the club, where anyone could see and it was turning you on more than it should.

He could sense your unease mixed with your arousal, he kissed you, softer this time, but no less urgent.

"I won't let anything happen to you, my love," he whispered against your lips, his hands moving to grab your hips. "Now spread your legs."

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding, and then did as he asked. He lifted you up, his hands cupping your ass, pulling you closer to him. You felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you moaned, your eyes closing as he eased into you.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his fangs scraping across your sensitive skin, his hips rocking slowly, pushing himself deeper inside of you. You could hear him breathing heavily, groaning softly as he filled you completely.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands clutching at his shoulders, his skin hot beneath your fingertips. His pace increased, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement. He was enjoying watching you struggle to stay silent, and the thrill of the possibility of being caught. And the way you clung to him, looking at him with desperation and lust. It was the most alive he had felt in a long time.

You could hear people coming down the hall, laughing and talking, and you froze.

"Elijah..." you breathed, panic in your eyes.

He placed his hand over your mouth, shushing you, his eyes focused on yours. He kept thrusting, his movements becoming rougher, his fingers digging into your ass.

"Do you want them to see how badly you need my cock? How you're practically begging me to fuck you harder?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes full of mischief.

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head, your breath hitching in your throat. He continued his brutal pace, his body flush against yours, his hand still covering your mouth. You could feel his fangs scraping against your neck, his cock pounding into you, and you struggled to keep quiet.

The footsteps were closer, and you could hear their laughter echoing down the hall. If they saw the two of you like this, you'd be mortified.

Suddenly, he stopped, his hips stilling, his cock buried deep inside of you. You let out a soft, needy whine, desperate for more. He grinned, his hand leaving your mouth, moving to cup your cheek, his thumb running across your lips.

"Shhh," he whispered, his eyes flashing with amusement. "You don't want anyone to know what we're doing, do you?"

You shook your head, trying to catch your breath, your body trembling. The footsteps were fading now, the group moving on, and you let out a sigh of relief. He waited until the sound disappeared before he started fucking you again.

You gasped, your hands clinging to his shirt, your body aching with need. He held you tight, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you against him with each hard thrust. His lips were pressed against your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You felt his fangs scraping along your neck, then they sunk into your skin, piercing the flesh.

"Fuck, 'Lijah!" you gasped, your back arching, your toes curling as pain shot through your body.

The sting of his bite was sharp, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of intense pleasure. He growled against your skin, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into you deeper and harder, his movements frantic and wild.

He kept drinking from you, his body tense, his hands holding you tightly, his cock thrusting into you. He could feel his climax building, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He pulled his fangs from your neck, his tongue licking at the puncture wounds, his hands grabbing at your hips, pulling you closer.

His lips were bloody, his eyes black with lust, his fangs still barred. It was the most beautiful sight, seeing him like this, and knowing that you were the one who had driven him to the edge.

You grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, his mouth warm and soft. He tasted like blood and sex, and you wanted nothing more than to be completely consumed by him.

You felt yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shuddering, a soft cry escaping your lips. He groaned against your mouth, pressing his hips against yours as he came, his body trembling.

He leaned his forehead against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath, your heart racing. He chuckled, pulling back slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Well, that was unexpected," he said, a smirk on his lips.

"Definitely," you agreed, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face.

He chuckled again, his eyes full of warmth. He slowly pulled out of you and set you down, keeping his hands on you, making sure you were steady. You fixed your dress, smoothing it down, a little embarrassed at what you had just done.

"I hope no one saw," you murmured, blushing.

He shook his head, his fingers gently lifting your chin so you were looking at him. "If they did, I wouldn't care. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it."

You giggled, leaning into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

He tucked himself back into his jeans and made sure you looked presentable, although you couldn't exactly hide all the hickeys and marks he left on your neck. His hand intertwined with yours as he led you back downstairs, a satisfied grin on his face.

Back on the dancefloor he pulled you close, his hand settling on the small of your back. You danced together, swaying to the music, his body pressed against yours, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Rebekah, Kol and Klaus all watched the two of you from the bar, amused smiles on their faces.

"Do you think she knows that this place is pretty much packed with vampires... And everyone heard them?" Kol asked, glancing at his siblings.

Rebekah snorted, shaking her head, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't think so,"

Klaus laughed, a wide grin on his face. "Elijah definitely knows,"

"Oh, I'm sure he does," Kol smirked, winking at his sister. "And he doesn't give a fuck."

They all chuckled, and Rebekah raised her glass, gesturing towards her brother and you.

"To Elijah and his loud, insatiable wife," she laughed.

The other two raised their glasses and they clinked together, all three of them laughing. They watched as Elijah leaned in and whispered something in your ear, causing you to blush, and your heart to race. Partying with the Mikaelsons was never without a bit of scandal and mischief, and tonight was no different.

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7-wonders · 1 year

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Wishful Drinking

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

Summary: After Morpheus cruelly dismisses you, you decide that you'll get back at him by staying out of the Dreaming one night for as long as you can. What you don't anticipate is letting your feelings get the best of you and getting very drunk instead.

Or, drunk shenanigans galore!

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: I don't know what this is, y'all. I haven't written anything in more than a month, and it was so tough to even write this, but I wanted to write SOMETHING. As always, hope you enjoyed, let me know your thoughts, and likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

ALSO! Dream logic applies here, in that you're still drunk when you reach the Dreaming.

Listen.

You know that certain coping mechanisms, like, say, going out clubbing with your friends and getting crazy drunk for the first time in a long time, aren’t exactly healthy. But things have been difficult for you lately! You’ve been struggling a lot, in both your professional and personal life. These hardships are only compounded by the fact that the one person (or person-shaped being) in your life that you thought you could count on, your Morpheus, has been too busy to have time for you.

Literally. He said those exact words to you a mere three days ago, when you had found him in his personal study (a study that he almost never used) after what felt like a day spent chasing him around the Dreaming. You meant for it to come out as teasing when you took note of the fact that you hardly saw him around lately and that it felt like he was purposefully avoiding you, but he had sighed and glared at you before saying, “I have much to do, and I am far too busy to entertain you right now.”

You glowered, but, as he said, he was too busy to see it. Fine, you thought as you turned around and stalked out of his study. Leave him to his business.

Cut to today. When your friends asked if you wanted to go out with them, you almost said no, having gotten accustomed in the past couple of months to the routine of going to bed by nine o’clock in order to maximize time spent in your lover’s realm. But then, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you didn’t want to just continue sitting around in the Dreaming and hoping that Morphues would come out of whatever funk he was in. After all, why should you make an effort when he won’t? You’re not about to beg for his attention.

With that in mind, you texted back that you very much wanted to go out with them and proceeded to get ready for a fun night out.

The plan was to have a couple of drinks, dance for a bit, and stay out of the Dreaming just long enough to make Morpheus sweat a bit.

But then shots had been ordered.

And your friend bought you a drink because they knew you had had a tough week.

And you bought yourself two drinks.

And a group of guys bought you another round of shots, and though you all laughed at the fact that they were not getting anything out of this, you still took them because you weren’t about to turn down free alcohol.

This leads to you and your friends stumbling out of a bar at two in the morning, holding each other up as you do. Definitely not the plan, but what’s that one quote about plans and mice and men?

“What about a mouse?” your friend asks from beside you, making you realize that you said that out loud.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it,” you say.

Somehow, you make it into a Lyft (thank the gods for friends who don’t get carried away), and somehow, you make it into your home. Not without its difficulties–you dropped your keys multiple times on the walk to your front door, and there might be a you-shaped indent in the entryway wall from where you fell into it when trying to kick your shoes off.

When you reach your bedroom, you decide that actually, the floor looks comfier than your bed does. You’re so drunk that the room feels like it’s spinning when you lay down, and you close your eyes to enjoy the ride.

“Fuck, I’m so drunk right now,” you say out loud, laughing at the sound of your slurred words.

You don’t mean to fall asleep, really. You know that you need to crawl to the bathroom to wash your face and find enough dexterity to change clothes before hopefully sobering up just enough that you can make it to the kitchen to grab painkillers and water for the inevitable killer hangover you’re going to have tomorrow. The floor is just so soft, though, and you work yourself into a trance-like state by staring up at the ceiling fan and watching it go around and around and around. On one blink, you’re staring at your ceiling.

And on the next, you’re staring at another ceiling, one that’s not really a ceiling at all, but an entire galaxy above your head.

It’s easy to get lost in the magnificent colors swirling above you (especially in your current state), and you do, until you hear someone calling your name. When you look away from the universe, you see the love of your life looking at you, though at present, he is not reciprocating the heart eyes that you are always looking at him with.

“Where have you been?” Morpheus demands.

“Morpheus, my love!” You throw your arms out and grin. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you have any idea how worried I have been? I sent Matthew to find you hours ago when first you were late, only for him to report that he could not find you at your home.” You’re a little surprised that Matthew hadn’t managed to track you down; your little raven friend was almost scarily good at finding people/places/things.

“Aw, you’ve missed me?” It makes sense, of course; after all, you’ve missed him, so it’s only natural that he would miss you in return. Still, the sentiment makes you feel all warm and melty on the inside.

It’s obvious to anybody who actually takes the time to know Morpheus—a tiny list of people and beings, two of whom are in the room with him right now—that he’s fighting a war between wanting to scold you and wanting to hold you and check you up and down for wounds. Morpheus crosses the room towards you, and you ready yourself for the inevitable lecture you’re about to get, about how you’re just a fragile little human and he worries every moment that you’re away from him (y’know, now that you have the clarity of a drunk person, you’re actually annoyed that this is constantly coming from the being that’s meant to be your lover).

But that’s not what happens.

Instead, you find his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in your neck. He’s hugging you, not the other way around. He’s never done such a thing before, and you don’t know how to react. What you do know is that any of the residual anger you had been feeling drains out of you like water from an unstoppered bathtub. You really didn’t think that being away for—the math isn’t mathing for you currently, and you don’t actually know how long it’s been—a couple of hours would affect him this much.

“You are the one most dear to my heart,” he mutters into your ear, cognizant of the fact that you are not alone in this throne room. “Of course, I missed you.”

“Oh. When you said you were ‘too busy to entertain’ me, I just kinda assumed you wouldn’t notice I was gone.” Though you don’t mean to weaponize your words, the poison darts make contact with their target anyway, and Morpheus stiffens in your hold.

“Are you alright?” he asks instead, choosing to wait until a later time to have this particular conversation.

“Aw, dream boy” you coo, snaking a hand up to clumsily run it through his hair. “I’m okay baby, swear it! Like, absolutely, one hundred percent fine.”

Morpheus pulls away from you so that he can look you up and down to confirm that you really are okay. “You smell like a pub,” he notes.

“How can you tell that in the Dreaming?”

He ignores your question when a realization seems to hit him. “Are you inebriated?”

“No, I’m drunk,” you correct very matter-of-factly.

“That is–” he stops, choosing instead to just shake his head.

“Oh, dear,” Lucienne mutters from behind Morpheus, reminding you of her presence in the first place.

“Lucienne! Hi! How have you been!”

You crane around Morpheus to be able to see your favorite librarian, but you almost fall over in the process. Before you can tip too far over, Morpheus is there to right you again. When he does, he looks down at you with quite the serious expression on his perfect face.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, ready to punish whoever put you in such a state.

“Vodka. Rum, maybe?” You think back on your drinks for the evening, though it’s hard to think back that far. “Yeah, the second round of shots was definitely rum.”

“You put yourself in this state?”

“Yes?” Has Morpheus never heard of the concept of going out and getting shitfaced with your pals? “To be fair, I didn’t think that my drunkenness would…” You search for the word that you want to use, but it’s just not coming to you! “Uh, carry over?”

“Please tell me you managed to make it home safely?”

You nod. “Sure did! Pretty sure I fell asleep on the floor, though.”

Lucienne slowly begins to back up towards the door, and Morpheus stares at you for a long moment before sighing heavily.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask nervously, starting to get upset the longer the silence drags on. Did you say something that you shouldn’t have? Is there a rule you don’t know about against sleeping on floors?

Instead of answering you, Morpheus waves a hand in the air and says, “This dream is over.”

You’re awake and once again staring up at your ceiling fan, only this time, Morpheus is also in your line of sight. It’s impossible to stop yourself from touching him when you’re sober, so it’s not at all surprising that your hands go up to caress his face now when you’re drunk.

“Hi cutie,” you greet, laughing in delight when he flushes just the slightest amount.

He grabs your hands and kisses the back of both before setting them against your chest. “Why are you sleeping on your floor?”

“Because,” is your simple, childish reply.

“That is not a good answer.”

“It’s the one you get because it’s the one I have.” You throw in a peace sign to be extra spicy, but Morpheus, unfortunately, doesn’t comprehend your 21st-century humor, and instead just segues into the next order of business.

“Might I help you up, so that we can get you properly ready for bed?”

“But I’m comfy,” you groan. Morpheus is not buying what you’re selling, unfortunately, so you sigh. “Fine.”

Morpheus holds his hands out for you to take and helps you to your feet. Too fast, apparently, because the room begins to spin and your stomach tilts dangerously, making you clap a hand over your mouth.

“Oh no. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy,” you chant, squeezing your eyes shut and laying your head against Morpheus’s shoulder while you try to breathe through sudden nausea. You will not throw up on your super hot eldritch nightmare king boyfriend, you command yourself. Not tonight, and not ever.

“What is wrong?” Morpheus sounds panicked, and you want to reassure him, but you hold up a finger in the meantime.

When the nausea finally passes, you take a deep breath and slowly look up. “Okay, I think I’m good now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Sometimes drinking too much combined with moving too fast makes people feel sick. It’s my fault, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you well enough to move?”

“Yes, I promise.”

To prove your point, you let go of his hand and start walking heel to toe as the police require during field sobriety tests (honestly, you’re a little surprised that you can actually do this right now). You can practically feel your lover's amusement behind you, but it proves to him that you are capable. Morpheus lets you walk to the bathroom on your own power, and you think the only reason he doesn’t sweep you off your feet is because he’s worried you’ll throw up if he does. He watches you intently the entire time, though.

You sit on the lip of the bathtub, watching Morpheus move about your bathroom as though he knows where everything is; he probably does, you realize, whether it be from that endless wealth of knowledge about everyone and everything that he possesses, or just his familiarity with your home. After rummaging around for a few moments, he comes back with a washcloth and your favorite pajamas. The sight of the familiar material makes you tear up, and you sniffle loudly.

Morpheus looks up in alarm. “Are you okay?”

“You remembered my favorite pajamas,” you say, trying to not start crying. You can count on one hand the number of times he’s come directly to see you off to his realm, and you’ve probably worn those pajamas twice. Yet he remembered the one-off comment you had made about how they were your favorite because of course he did.

His face softens. “Of course I did.”

You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. “Sorry. I’m okay! Just drunk.”

Morpheus hands you said pajamas before turning the faucet on and letting the water run. He seems to realize something after a moment and looks at you helplessly. “I do not feel temperature as you do. Is the water alright?”

You grin and stick your hand under the faucet, moving the tap just a smidge hotter before nodding at him. “It’s good now. Thank you for asking.”

He begins to run the damp washcloth gently over your face, a barely-there smile appearing on his own when you wrinkle your nose at the cool sensations. Where this situation would be awkward with anybody else, it feels entirely natural with Morpheus. You’ll take these little moments of domesticity with him whenever you can get them, even when you’re still half drunk.

Even if you wanted to, you can’t hold yourself back from saying, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Seriously, you’re the prettiest man-slash-anthropomorphic-personification I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” The words are heavy on your tongue, but you’re pretty proud of the way you only barely stumble through ‘anthropomorphic’.

“You are still under the influence,” he notes.

“So? Drunk words equal sober thoughts, right?”

“‘A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ Jean-Jacques Rosseau,” he supplies.

“Sure, that. I’d tell you how pretty you are even if I was sober, and you know that.”

“Perhaps.” He says it in that infuriatingly sexy way of his, the one that makes you want to tear his clothes off.

Instead, you’re the one taking your own clothes off, though not for any fun reason. Getting changed is not as difficult a task as it would have been when you first arrived home, with the benefit of time naturally sobering one up on your side. Morpheus still keeps a hand held out, just in case you lose your balance and need something to grab onto, but after you’ve finished changing, that hand slips under your shirt and caresses your side.

“Thought you were supposed to be helping me keep my clothes on,” you say with a shiver, grabbing his wrist and pulling the offending extremity out from under your shirt.

“Apologies.” His tone implies that he’s not sorry at all, not that you would want him to be. “I simply couldn’t resist.”

He looks down at you with so much love in those blue eyes of his that you feel like you don’t think your mortal mind could ever truly comprehend it. Nobody has ever loved you the way that Morpheus has—all-consuming and passionate. He told you once that many of his relationships had ended because he had been seen as too intense, too obsessive in his love. Bring it on, you had told him when he expected you to back down. To date, you haven’t regretted that.

You don’t think you ever will.

Now that you can see the end of your night in sight, tiredness begins to seep into your bones. Though your bed is just right through the bathroom door, it feels miles away. With that in mind, you ask, “Will you carry me?”

“Were you not worried that you would feel sick?”

“Yeah, but I’m tired.” You pout (on purpose because you know what it does to him), and you can practically see his resolve break. “Just be careful?”

“Always,” he promises.

And careful he is, slowly picking you up and waiting until you nod to carry you to your bed. He sets you down gently, You’re thrilled to see a glass of water already waiting for you on your bedside table, Morpheus anticipating your needs before you’ve even realized you have them in the first place.

Crawling under the covers after finishing your water, you motion for Morpheus to sit next to you on the bed. He does as you ask, and you move your pillows so that you can sit up and lean on him. When you’re comfortable, you say, “Thank you for everything tonight. I know taking care of me wasn’t what you had planned.”

“You need not thank me. I enjoy caring for you, no matter the situation.”

Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hand carding through your hair, and you start to feel yourself inching closer to the Dreaming. Something keeps you from truly falling asleep, though, and when Morpheus shifts next to you, you realize what it is: the conversation’s not over. Morpheus is trying to figure out how to say what it is he wants to say.

Finally, he figures it out. “Might I ask you something?”

You open your eyes to give him your full attention and nod.

“Earlier, when you seemed surprised that I had noticed your absence. Did you do this,” ‘this’ being getting very drunk, “because of what I said?”

“No. I mean, I went out because I was mad at you, and I figured that me being a couple of hours late would make you learn your lesson, but I got drunk because I wanted to have fun with my friends and let loose.”

“And did you?”

“Maybe a little too much,” you admit cheekily.

“I apologize for my harsh words the other day. I have been…feeling burdened under the weight of my realm, and I took it out on you for no reason.”

“It’s okay, Morpheus. You’re busy running an entire realm and overseeing the collective unconscious. I shouldn’t be so needy.”

He shakes his head. “It is not okay. I should never talk to you in such a way, and you should never feel as though I do not want you around. I do want you around, always.”

“People say things that they don’t mean. That doesn’t mean they’re not worthy of forgiveness. But you gotta talk to me, okay? When you’re feeling stressed, or when things get to be too much. I’m here for you, and I want to support you however I can.”

“I love you,” he says. The fact that he’s being so open with his emotions is a pleasant surprise; it took him so long to be the first to say it, and even longer to be comfortable with it. You smile up at him.

“I love you, too. Stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

Morpheus turns your bedroom light off without you needing to ask (seriously, you love him so much), and you close your eyes. Then, a thought hits you.

“Hey,” you say, staring up at him in the dark and waiting until he looks at you to continue. “Can you get drunk?”

“No.”

“Why not? I mean, isn’t there special alcohol for preternatural beings? You’d think gods and goddesses would’ve figured out a way to get turnt by now.”

Though he doesn’t want to give in to your rambling when you’re meant to be trying to fall asleep, he can’t help but indulge you. “Gods and goddesses can. We, the Endless, cannot.”

“What? That’s so fucking lame. No. That’s–that’s an injustice! I’m so sorry.

“I promise, it is okay. Now, please go to sleep.”

You nod, but close your eyes for maybe thirty seconds before they snap open again with a realization. “Wait.”

“What?”

“You mentioned other gods and goddesses. How many are there? Are they all real? Is actual God real? I mean, I know the devil is real, you kicked their ass for your helm, but for some reason that’s more believable than–”

“Go. To. Sleep,” Morpheus commands.

“Ugh, you’re no fun!”

“I am not afraid to use my sand if need be.”

“You wouldn’t.” You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and he raises one right back. After a brief stalemate, you’re the first to give in. “You have to understand how world-altering this information is to a regular human like me, I mean–”

You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow.

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #the sandman #the sandman imagine

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angelicsoka · 6 months

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❛ he so likes her! ❜ wiru quinn and jack noticing luke is crushing

PROM NIGHT, l. hughes

part two <3

word count | 832 words

pairings | luke hughes x best friend!reader, platonic!jack & quinn hughes x reader

summary | luke’s brothers notice his crush on his best friend

prompt | ❛ he so likes her! ❜

warnings | not proofread. no use of “y/n”. mutual pining. reader and luke are oblivious. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | i’ve been trying to write but i have very little motivation, but here's this! might make a part two if the people want it :)

being in love with your best friend was horrible. knowing he didn’t feel the same was down right torturous. at least, you assumed he didn’t feel the same.

luke hughes had been your best friend since sixth grade, when one of his buddies cruelly pushed into a locker as you had walked past. luke, angered by his friend’s actions, proceeded to shove him into a locker before going to check on you. the rest was history.

you were the golden retriever to his black cat, the sun to his moon, his ride or die. you two had been through thick and thin together, somehow managing to stay friends when no one else thought you would.

unbeknownst to you both, jack and quinn had a bet going on how long it would take for one of you to admit your feelings for the other. a bet that had been placed after your senior prom, a night you could never forget.

it was chilly as you sat outside the gymnasium, no longer caring about dirtying up your dress, the night already ruined. you had found your date with his lips locked with another girl, but that wasn’t what hurt the most: it was seeing your best friend slow dancing with girl; a girl that wasn’t you.

you wiped at the angry and jealous tears as they streamed down your rosy cheeks, angry at yourself for being jealous, angry at yourself for falling for the one boy you could never have.

“hey, there you are! we’ve been look– are you okay?” luke poked his head out the door, concern growing when he noticed the tears that stained your rosy cheeks. you were quick to wipe the remaining tears as luke walked out, letting the door shut behind him. he joined you on the curb as you tried to get rid of the evidence that you had been crying, but it was too late.

“i’m fine, lu. go back in there, have a good time. i’m gonna head home, i’m not feeling the greatest.” you felt guilty about lying to your best friend, not only about not feeling well, but about your feelings.

“you are a terrible liar, you know that?” you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “fine, don’t tell me, but at least let me drive you home.” you attempted to argue, but luke was stubborn. you both were.

“i don’t want you to miss out on the fun.” you said as luke guided you to his car.

“eh, i wont be missing any fun when the life of the party is in my passenger seat.” luke attempted to entice a smile out of you but it just sent a pang to your heart. “plus, i’d rather hang out with you.” he shrugged.

“what about your date?”

“oh, she snuck off to make out with ex.” you shot him a look of pity, luke shrugging it off as he backed out. “i knew she was using me to make him jealous, but honestly i don't care.” you knew though that luke was hurt by it, at least more than he was letting on. the rest of the ride was silent, your eyes trained out the window until luke drove right past your house.

“luke, you just passed my house.” you looked to your best friend, eyebrows furrowed.

“i know. i figured we could watch a movie.” you internally groaned. he was not helping you get over this crush, that was for sure. still, you went along, following him into the house when you arrived.

it was late, his parents still out wherever they had gone, and quinn and jack were somewhere around the house. you accepted the sweats and shirt luke offered you, going to change out of your dress. when you entered the living room, luke had already picked out your favorite movie and was microwaving popcorn. you sat on the couch, cuddling into a blanket he had laid out.

luke joined you moments later, handing you the bowl of popcorn and taking a seat next to you. he started the movie, but you couldn’t focus, not with him as close as he was to you.

soon, the tiredness began to take over, your eyes drooping. it wasn’t long before luke heard soft snores coming from you, your head resting on his shoulder. it brought a smile to his face as he too began to fall asleep. that was how quinn and jack found the both of you; luke’s head rested against yours which was on his shoulder. quinn placed a blanket over you both, before taking a picture of you, a smile on both your faces.

“he so likes her.” jack snickered, quinn nodding along.

“i bet you fifty bucks he tells her first.” quinn whispered as he sent the picture to his parents who were rooting for you two to get together.

“make it a hundred but it’ll be her.” they shook on it before you leaving you to rest.

#angelicsoka #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #nhl imagine #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #luke hughes x best friend!reader #hughes brothers x reader

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storiesfromafan · 2 months

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Spark - Benny x Reader

A/N: this isn't apart of the series I'm writing, just a stand alone one-shot. I just have a thing for writing meet cutes with Benny x Reader. Maybe it could be its own series.

I got this idea from another one-shot where the reader is in collage with Danny, but I can't seem to find it so I could link it. But when I do, I will add it.

This is the product of a late night, awake till after 1am finishing lol.

Warning: fluff, a little tooth rot.

Books were great friends. They can always stimulate your mind, telling you classic stories and take you on endless adventures. But they could not completely replace physical, flesh friends. So, while in college you had a handful of friends, ones that understood your love for books. One of those friends being Danny, a student studying photography.

Danny is nice, smart and looking at the world through his camera lens, his photos showing you how he sees the world around you both. Because of this you were close, like siblings. And that was why you decided to visit him. He had told you how he was hanging out with a motorcycle group called The Vandals, he was talking about how he was photographing them for the summer and listening to their stories. You found it all so fascinating.

So, here you were, sitting in a large park in the heart of the town waiting on Danny to meet up with you. You had decided to grab lunch and catch up, before later on hitting up the bar The Vandals hung out at. While waiting you had your nose in a copy of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. A controversial novel for its time, even to today, but a guilty pleasure of yours. Who doesn’t love an anti-hero who gets revenge on the people that kept him from his love?

The loud roar of an approaching motorbike caught your attention, lifting your gaze you saw the bike pull up to the curb a few meters from where you sat. Upon the bike sat a man with greasy blonde hair, with matching stubble, dressed in black boots, dirty white jeans and a Vandals jacket. Sitting there with an idling bike, the man looked behind him before back to what was in front of him. He then turned his gaze in your direction, letting you see his gorgeous face.

You felt your breath get stuck in your chest when his eyes landed on you. How could this good-looking man have you in a choke hold? When he realized you were staring at him, a small smile formed on his full lips. Only making you melt more. He really should be illegal, for he could kill with just his looks alone.

You were unsure how long this moment between you and this Vandal lasted. But the arrival of another bike was what broke it. Hearing Danny’s voice brought you back to reality, turning from the man who had captured you, you saw Danny talking to another Vandal. You pieced together that Danny must have gotten a ride from him. You marked the page of your book before putting it away as Danny turned to see you. He smiled brightly as he called your name.

You returned his smile before getting up and hugging him when he made his way to you. Holding you at arm’s length Danny looked you over. Commenting how different you looked, to which you rolled your eyes, saying it hadn’t been that long since you’d seen each other.

A suggestive whistle caught both your attention, turning you saw both bikies watching you. The one who Danny rode with was the one to whistle.

“Is that your girlfriend!?” Called the man with a laugh.

You blushed stepping away from Danny, who didn’t reply to the guy, embarrassed like yourself. You looked to the guy you had shared a look with, only to see a sour look upon his face. Did he think Danny was your boyfriend?

Both riders readied themselves to leave, revving the engine of their bikes. A few words were shared between them before they looked to you both again.

“Have fun kids! See you later!” Called the second guy.

Both men pulled away and proceeded to ride on, leaving you and your friend alone. Danny looked to you and you both laughed in embarrassment.

“Sorry about Cal” apologized Danny. “He’s a wild card”.

You smile nodding your head. “It’s alright. Shall we get lunch?”

Smiling, Danny nodded. You both turned and began to head for a near by diner. The place was cute and cozy. Taking to a booth in the corner you and Danny looked over the menu. When a waitress came over, you both relayed your orders before being left alone. So began your catch up. You filled Danny in about going home and how your parents were doing. You talked about visiting bookshops and finding some first editions. Then how you had been looking forward to this trip, and seeing how his photography of The Vandals was going.

Danny talked about The Vandals and what he had been up to with him. Telling you about their picnics, how they found themselves scrapping with other biker groups only for them to become friends, bonding over the little things. You found it all so fascinating. Some of the stories would be something you could see being in a book you’d read. You even suggested they would make for good stories for a book or books. Which Danny laughed at.

You both ate and talked, the comfortable atmosphere between you both something you missed. After you’d eaten and the table cleared, Danny finally pulled out some of his developed photographs, which excited you. You smiled at the candid photos of various men from The group, along with some portraits.

“You really have a way of capturing people” you commented moving from one photo to another.

Then you saw it, saw him. The man who first pulled up to the curb. In the photo he was standing at a pool table, hands planted on the edge of the table, head hanging down. You looked over his arms, the tattoos you could see while he wore a black muscle t-shirt. The photo oozed sex appeal. You felt your cheeks heat up from the thoughts and feelings this picture brought up.

“That’s Benny. One of my favorite photos” Danny smiled, having watched your reaction to the photo.

You nodded. “Yes, I think mine too”.

You both laughed, moving on to the next photo and so on. All the while that photo of Benny staying front and center in your mind. You hoped the guy would be at the bar later. The banter between you both flowed, it always had with you both. Danny was easy to talk to, and the passion he has for his art is something you could always listen too. Just like when you talk about books, or saying you want to write your own novel. Danny always encouraging you to do it, write a novel that would one day become a classic read. A book that will be mentioned or remembered fifty years from now. Which always made you laugh.

But to write a novel one must have a creative mind, or experiences that could be put to paper. You may have some creativity but lack any experiences worth writing about. You voiced this to Danny, who told you to go out there and have those experiences. You laughed at him, but he was serious.

“What experiences could I have, huh?” You questioned when leaving the diner. It was late afternoon, so you both began to walk to the bar.

Danny shrugged. “Anything! You’re going to a bikie bar, here’s an opportunity!”

You shook your head but couldn’t deny he had a point. This was a good place to start. You told Danny you would do it; you’d observe the bar and see if you could find a story there. He smiled brightly and was glad you were going to start trying to write something.

After leisurely strolling to the bar, it was late afternoon when you both arrived. There were a dozen bikes in front of the place. But as the night went on, Danny said it would be livelier. Stepping up to the doors, Danny opened the door and gestured for you to enter, which you did. Upon entering you were greeted by the smell of smoke and the sound of music coming for a joke box. Danny led you through the room before taking to a table off to the side. You gracefully took a seat, making sure the skirt of your dress wouldn’t wrinkle from sitting down.

Danny sat across from you, pointing out who was in the bar and supplying their names. Not that you would remember them all so easily. By the pool table you saw Benny and Cal. Benny was having a game with another guy, while Cal watched on and talked with another.

“There’s Cal and Benny” Danny comment, having followed your gaze. “Along with Corky, the guy playing Benny, and Wahoo”.

You laughed softly. “Why are there so many funny names?”

Danny smiled. “They are funny, but I’m not sure. They’re just their nicknames”.

You turned your eyes back to the pool game, eyes lingering on Benny. Watching how he would look over the table when it was his turn, thinking about what shot to take. Watching how he would lean over the table, hands holding the pool stick and resting it on. How his arms moved when he took the shot. Benny’s eyes watching the white ball hitting its target and sinking it. A tiny grin crossing his sinful lips with rejoice.

Feeling eyes on him, Benny stepped back from the pool table, eyes looking to the almost empty bar. Finally, he spots the person, it was you. The little bookworm from the park. The same girl who was close to Danny. That left a bad taste in his mouth, you being Danny’s girl. He had nothing against the kid, but you were just a cute little thing that Benny couldn’t take his eyes off. You looked sweet and innocent, the opposite of him. He felt a spark between you as you stared at each other, but he couldn’t do the wrong thing by Danny. He is a good guy.

Seeing that you were distracted, possibly by a muse for your writing, Danny took the moment to slip away to get you both some drinks. When he voiced this was when you turned back to your friend, giving him a nod and smile. When you turned back, Benny was taking his next shot, which he was successful in sinking another ball. The next shot wasn’t so lucky, but no doubt setting something up. You noted that Benny had handed his stick to Cal before heading to the bar. Standing next to Danny, he and Benny exchanged some words before clapping Danny on the back, grabbing a beer and head back to the pool table.

When your friend returned you questioned him and he just smiled, saying it was nothing. But you didn’t buy it, yet let it go. Taking the offered bottle of pop, you sat back and took a sip. Soon more Vandals piled in as the evening came, then the night. Over time you had met more of the Vandals, talking and laughing, having a good time. Yet every so often you could feel yourself being watched, and when you looked back to the pool table, it was always Benny watching you.

He couldn’t help himself. Benny couldn’t stop watching you, making sure you were alright. Even more so when different men joined you and Danny. Benny knew what most of the guys were like, especially when they’ve been drinking. But from the smiles and laughs, he knew you were alright. Yet he wanted your focus on him, for him to be the one to make you smile and laugh.

After some time it was just you and Danny, you mused over the different Vandals that had joined you and their stories. Even if they weren’t that refined, they had their own charms. Danny agreed with you, before asking if you wanted another drink. You nodded and just like that, you were on your own. Which didn’t bother you that much. You turned your gaze back to the pool table to watch Benny, but he was gone. You frowned, not sure where he’d gone.

Suddenly Danny’s seat was grabbed and turned around, a body falling into it, arms resting on the back of the chair. “Looking for me Angel?” Came a gravelly voice.

You turned to the person, about to make a comment of no. But upon seeing Benny, you sat there quietly. Now up close you could see his eyes were a baby blue, that sparkled with amusement. And fully focused on you.

A bright smile graced his lips. “I’m Benny”.

You sat there like a fool, mouth opening and closing before you finally registered what was going on. “Oh, I’m (Y/N)”.

You could kick yourself at how foolish you must look and sound. But this man had left you speechless. From his looks to that voice, you were in trouble. But he was the perfect muse for your writing. The words you could use to describe him, no doubt that would sell books. Imagine if you used one of Danny’s photos, just to really get the point across to the reader.

“That’s a pretty name” Benny replied continuing to grin. He was a charmer.

“T-thank you” you stuttered.

Not once did Benny take his eyes off you, nor did you take yours off him. That spark between you both in full force. Silently communicating with each other. From this man’s gaze and smile, you could tell he was interested in you. Which in turn made you feel shy. You fidgeted in your seat, trying to remain calm.

That was when Danny came back with your pop and two beers. Handing one to Benny, who never took his eyes off you, and took a sip from the bottle. You gulped at how good he made sipping a beer look. Was he actually real? Or was this all in your head?

Danny looked between you both before chuckling to himself, gathering his bag and beer, he decided to leave you both alone. Not that either of you noticed when he left. Shakily you took a sip of your pop, not once looking away from Benny. He was enjoying this. Enjoying that he was your main focus, and no one else.

Putting down the bottle you felt a little less shy. “Can I ask, what did you and Danny talk about at the bar earlier?” But then felt silly to have asked, taking the bottle and having another sip out of embarrassment.

Benny chuckled, a delightful sound to your ears. “Nothin’ much. Just asked if you were his girl” – you choked on your drink – “he assured me you weren’t” he winked at you.

You coughed softly, hand over your mouth.

“You alright Angel? Do I need to come over and pat you on the back?”

You shook your head, which Benny laughed at. He thought you were so adorable. Getting your cough and self under control, you put the bottle on the table and left it there for the time being.

“You good?” Benny asked after a moment.

You nodded. “Y-yes”.

His smile returned. “Good. Couldn’t have you choking on your drink”.

Your stomach flipped at his smile and words. You felt yourself sinking further under his spell. And if those baby blues kept staring into your soul, you would whole heartedly give yourself over to him.

“Say, you wouldn’t want to go for a ride, would ya?” Benny suddenly asked sitting up, arms still resting on the back of the chair.

You blinked a few times at his words. “Ah, well...I don’t know...”

Benny raised his hands. “You can say no if you want, won’t hurt my feelings Angel” he winked once more.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t want to say no to the beautiful man before you. But you were scared to get on the back of a bike. Not just because of the thoughts of crashing. But because of how close you would be to Benny. Yet the thought of being close to him was so appealing, so thrilling.

“I’m wearing a dress, that isn’t ideal...” you mused, not outright refusing him.

“Is that all?” Benny questioned with a chuckle. “I can work something out Angel. So, we going for a ride?”

Experiences, that was what you and Danny had discussed. Here one was presenting itself to you. Accompanied by the ideal muse. Time to throw caution to the wind.

“Sure” you replied with a soft smile.

Benny beamed at your words. He stood from his chair, moving around the table to stand beside you with his hand out. You looked to his face and then his hand, before back to his face. His eyes told you; you could trust him. He’d look after you. So, you placed your hand in his and he helped you from your seat.

Benny led you through the crowd of people, the whole time never letting go of your hand. He feared if he let go you would run away, and he didn’t want that. Numerous Vandals in passing made comments or cheered their brother on, having seen the interaction between you both for a while.

Exiting the bar, Benny held open the door for you, which you smiled at him for. Words hard to form and voice. Still holding your hand, Benny led you across the street and to his bike. Only then did he let go of your hand while he swung his leg over the bike, taking to seating himself for a moment. Like any other time, Benny started his bike, the beast roaring to life. He then proceeded to lift the kickstand before holding out his hand. You stood there looking at him unsure what to do.

“Come on Angel, I’ll hold your hand while you get on” Benny stated calmly, trying not to spook you.

Snapping out of it, you placed a hand in his, enjoying the feel of his rough, calloused hand against your soft skin. Next you did your best to gracefully swing your leg over the bike, which you kind of succeeded at. Once sitting behind Benny, he instructed on how to tuck your dress under your legs.

“Don’t want to flash anyone, or else I will have to make them forget” he commented, making you blush.

Benny then instructed you would have to hold on, when you questioned how, he moved his hands back and brought your hands around his waist, resting them against his firm stomach, which was more abs. Your blush deepened at the touch to his clothes stomach. Again, he repeated for you to hold on tightly, and that he wouldn’t go too fast for your first time. No doubt you were bright red, did that man not get the doubt meaning of what he said? A soft chuckle told you he did, but he said nothing after that.

Benny pulled away from the curb, heading down the street from the bar and heading for the highway. His initial take of had you grasping his t-shirt, and squeezing him, with eyes closed. He smiled to himself at your reaction, enjoying it oh so much. The way you grasped his shirt, how your nails scratched against the fabric, it did something to him. A pleasant something.

Slowly Benny gained speed before finally hitting the high way. You could feel the wind caress your face and moved your hair. Not to mention the sound of the wind was soothing, numbing the thoughts.

“Open your eyes Angel” Benny softly commandeered. “You’ll want to see this”.

Reluctantly you opened your eyes, before you was an open road, street laps lining it. And when you pass it, you can see clearly before darkness closing in again, till the next lamp. You released the breath you had been holding, amazing at what you were seeing and feeling. If this was what it was like to ride, you could get use to it.

You smiled leaning your forehead against Benny's back before laughing. “This is amazing!”

Now it was Benny’s turn to laugh. Your reaction was cute, but he got it. Riding was freedom. Riding was getting to feel and hear the wind. You wouldn’t get this experience in a car. Taking one of his hand, hand placed it over your own, which still clutched his t-shirt.

His leather glove was cool against your skin, or was that from the wind? You didn’t know, but you liked the gesture from the male before you. It was that moment you knew you had definitely found your muse. And from this experience, and possibly more to come, you would have a story worth writing down. A possible love story with a man that was ridiculous good looking and appealing. And you couldn’t wait for it all.

^___^

#benny cross x reader #benny cross x y/n #benny cross x you #the bikeriders x reader

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 months

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Robin with a reader that's a journalist

Characters: Robin x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: It's ya boi, definitelynotarobinsimp, I have returned from my exile of writing for Robin and logged into Tumblr to write… for Robin... I gacha’d for the whole c4 Robin, I’m gonna use the whole c4 Robin!

I could have returned sooner with one or two stupid posts, but with this one we are at 999 posts and I am not wasting number 1000 on a shitpost. /hj

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Robin

Truth be told, when you told Robin you were a journalist, she couldn’t help but be concerned. A part of her committed to answering your questions for as long as they remained sensical and didn’t pry into her private life, while another worried about what she would do if you turned out to be another obtrusive one that wouldn’t leave her alone no matter what.

However, when you proceeded not to ask her anything afterwards, simply continuing with your conversation as if nothing had happened, Robin couldn’t help but wonder what your deal was. Were you not interested in interviewing her or did you simply want to lure her into a false sense of calm to get things out of her you usually wouldn’t?

And so, the first few times the two of you chatted with each other, Robin remained on her guard, making sure not to say anything she’d regret, only for nothing to happen each and every time and before she knew it, her walls were slowly but surely coming down when talking to you, the two of you growing closer as they did.

As Robin got to know you better, she came to realize that your interest in writing stories about her was as non-existent as it could be. Even if she said something she realized she had meant to keep a secret, there’d be no headline to suit it the following day, you simply responded with a secret of your own. Whether it was to make her feel better or to give her ammunition to assure mutual assured destruction, the songstress didn’t know, and before she knew it, she didn’t care either.

What you found great pleasure in however, was writing news stories about people writing news stories about her. Sometimes she’d find your name under an article writing about creeps taking photos of unsuspecting women while the pictures you took of paparazzis whenever you noticed one following the two of you on an public outing littered the article, other times she’d find it while reading about you being sued for the very same articles.

And yet, no matter how often she tried talking you out of it, you’d do it again.

The moment the two of you saw a bright flash emanate from a nearby bush, you hastily pulled out your camera, aiming it at the source before Robin even had the time to react, quickly trying to talk to you as you snapped your first pictures.

“Oh, I got his face”, you marveled excitedly as you glanced down at your camera, reviewing the photos you took as the songstress’ words failed to reach you.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this”, Robin desperately whispered to you, knowing full well how much trouble you were once again going to get yourself into, causing you to finally respond to her.

“Don’t they bother you?” You asked earnestly, only for her to quickly shake her head, cheeks growing ever so slightly red as she wasn’t used to voicing her less positive thoughts.

“Of course they do, but-” That was enough for you, as you shot her a big smile before once again looking down at the screen of your camera.

“Then I’ll do it. I already have a great headline in mind.”

“You’ll get sued.” She tried one last desperate attempt, only for you to almost look amused, that possibility never having stopped you from doing your thing.

“I have great lawyers.”

#hsr robin #robin hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr robin x reader #hsr robin x you #hsr robin x y/n

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aemonds-sapphire · 2 years

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Wine

Summary: You have too much to drink with Aegon and Aemond is left to deal with the aftermath.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Attentive Aemond. Alcohol.

A/N: My first try at some comic relief (hopefully)! I want to thank @aemonds-war-crime for inspiring me to write this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1k

“Let me go fetch a few dresses and we’ll get right to it!”

Aegon grunted, taking yet another sip of his cup. “No! I will not wear a dress.”

“But you’d look so pretty,” you cooed, slumping against the wooden table in utmost despair. “A blue one would go well with your eyes!”

That caused Aegon to shoot from his seat to join your side. “You think?”

You clapped enthusiastically, forgetting the cup in your hand and spilling wine over both of you.

“Oops!”

Aegon gasped dramatically before bursting into laughter with you.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

You turned in your seat and blinked up at Aemond, surprised to see him there all of a sudden and out of nowhere.

It was clear your senses weren’t as tuned as you’d hoped and the young prince could avoid being noticed if necessary.

Aegon made a snorting sound and rolled his eyes. “Ugh… here comes Prince I-must-not-have-fun…”

A rush of boldness and you bolted into lover’s embrace.

“Aemond!” you giggled, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “I’ve convinced Aegon to try a few dresses.”

He stiffened lightly under your touch. “Charming.”

“I think he’ll love it,” you whispered dramatically into his ear.

Aegon slamed the golden cup on the wooden surface. “Aemond must join in, then.”

“Yes!” you beamed, bouncing on your feet with excitement.

Until the room pitched to the left and Aemond had to grab you with both hands to keep you from toppling over to the side.

“You would look lovely in a rose pink dress, little brother,” Aegon grinned.

Aemond shot him a murderous glare.

“No, really,” he continued his teasing in between sips. “I’d give up my birthright to witness that.”

Aemond’s lips curled into a menacing smile. “You can say that again, brother,” his tone deceptively light and nonchalant.

“Can I?” Aegon laughed, raising his cup to him.

You merely clapped your hands in pure delight. “I adore you both!” You said, turning to take a seat, but halted midway as Aemond gripped you waist.

“Time to go to your bedchamber,” he said, removing the empty cup from your hand.

“Oh!” you wiggled your eyebrows. “Are we going to… you know—”

Aemond immediately interrupted you. “I’m sure Aegon doesn’t need to hear this.”

“But I need to know!” you demanded. “I may need some help getting undressed.”

Aemond’s face went livid.

“By all means, carry on,” he taunted, emptying his cup. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Aemond clicked his tongue. “Of course,” he huffed in annoyance before turning to you. “Say goodbye to Aegon.”

You lifted your hand to wave as a pout turned your lips. “Goodbye, Aegon.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said out loud with a smile, refilling his cup.

You allowed Aemond to guide you silently along the stairs and halls of the Red Keep.

“Aegon can be so much fun,” you whispered, leaning against his shoulder and looping your arm through his.

“You shouldn’t have been drinking with him,” he said, catching you as you tripped over thin air for the third time. “His stomach is bottomless.”

“But he’s fun,” you said with a hiccup before freezing as you took a turn to the left. “Why is the corridor spinning, Aemond?”

Your balance was so off that it was a surprise you hadn’t met the floor already.

Or maybe it had something to do with the handsome young prince who refused to leave your side.

“Just keep walking,” he said. “I’ll help.”

You accepted his offer and proceeded to stride valiantly through the wobbly hall ahead.

“Do you think he’d wear a dress?”

“What?”

“Aegon wearing a dress, Aemond,” you said impatiently, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Keep up!”

“Hmm.”

You sighed. “I really think he’d look adorable.”

Aemond disentangled your arm from his to place one hand on your shoulder. “How much did have to drink?”

You pondered briefly. At least as much as your brain would allow.

“Two cups…” you said. “… maybe three.”

Aemond was not particularly fond of his brother’s drinking habits, especially when they were extended to you.

His eye was fixed on your face. “Next time I’ll be there.”

Bur you were not paying attention to him anymore.

You narrowed your eyes, wondering why there were suddenly two Aemonds in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” Both of them asked in unison.

“Ugh…” you drawled, reaching out with your arm to one of them, only to grab nothing but air. “… why are there two of you?”

“What?”

You rubbed your eyes rapidly and blinked.

Only one Aemond Targaryen stood before you, looking perplexed as he gripped both your shoulders.

“Let me carry you.”

You flinched away from his touch, stomping your foot. “Absolutely not! I am perfectly capable of carrying myself into my bedchambers, kind ser.”

Every single time you stumbled, he would just correct you as his hand hovered your elbow.

Aemond clicked his tongue, pacing closely behind you. “You nearly walked off the balcony. Twice.”

“Nonsense. Blasphemy,” you muttered as he steered you in the right direction. “Very serious accusation.”

You then inhaled deeply, trying to settle the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“Let me carry you before you hurt yourself,” you heard his voice behind you.

Instead, you strode rapidly, almost colliding with the wall to your right had it not been for Aemond’s quick reflexes.

“Alright. That’s enough,” he said, hoisting you effortlessly with his arms and bringing you close to his chest.

Your stomach violently lurched. “Put me down. I think I’m going to be sick…”

For the first time that night you heard a chuckle from him. “I’ll take my chances.”

You wrapped your arms around him for support, feeling you head spin dangerously fast, but still managing to find some comfort in his embrace.

“Your hair is so beautiful…” you whispered giddily.

“Hmm.”

“Let me braid it…” you offered.

Aemond remained silent as he carried you across the poorly lit corridor.

“Let me add some adorable velvety ribbons.”

No reply.

“Please?”

Nothing.

“Come on! Please,” you whined into his ear, tightening the grip around him. “Please… please. I’ll give you a kiss.”

This time Aemond chuckled. “A kiss?”

“Yes!” you smiled enthusiastically. “Many kisses.”

“We have an arrangement, then.”

You couldn’t see it, but you knew he was smiling.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fluff #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond imagine

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srvbryn · 8 months

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Luke sick and Reader taking care of him

Luke Castellan. Sick

Luke Castellan X Gn!reader (no specific godly parent)

Summary: Dumbass Castellan is sick <3

Warning: none!

I did write a similar one shot abt Luke being sick if you're interested you can read it <33 WOUNDS

A/n: I read on the wiki that demigods are more resistant to disease than regular mortals, but I'm here to feed Luke apologists 🤷

*spreads folds* 🫱(())🫲

When you realise Luke isn't at the training ground during sparring time, you become concerned and rush to cabin 11.

"Luke?"

He groaned, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead as his hair stuck to it. He was sweating profusely with a worried expression on his face - he was probably having nightmares :(

You place your hand on his forehead and notice how much he's burning, which causes you to panic because no human should be this hot (literally).

He despises it when people treat him like a baby. He's 19 years old, for fuck sakes. So when he notices that it was you he immediately calms down and asks what are you doing inside Hermes Cabin.

"Didn't see you during sparring today, I'm worried" you say with a chuckle.

You are not Apollo's children, but that did not stop you from trying to care for him.

"(Name)," Luke said, his voice barely audible. "I don't need you to babysit me. "I am perfectly fine."

You raised your eyebrow, unimpressed. "Okay, Castellan. That is why you are lying here sweating profusely, as if you just got out of the shower."

"just wait here alright? I'm making some tea for you"

A soft glow emanated from a crackling fireplace as Luke lay nestled under layers of blankets, caught in the clutches of a pesky fever.

(Name) busied themselves preparing a steaming mug of herbal tea.

With a gentle touch, (Name) handed the tea to Luke, their eyes reflecting concern. "Here's some tea to chase away the chills. You'll be back on your feet in no time, Luke."

Luke, wrapped in a blanket burrito, managed a faint smile. "Lucky me to have you as my caretaker, (Name)."

Chuckling, (Name) settled beside him. "Consider it my heroic duty to nurse you back to health."

Throughout the day, (Name) decided to stay longer by Luke side. Playing cards games with him, and entertaining him with stories.

As the afternoon sun dipped low, casting an amber hue into the cabin, (Name) remarked with a playful grin, "You're not fooling anyone, Luke. Even demigods get sick."

Luke's eyes sparkled, "Well, having you here makes this fever a little more bearable."

As Luke lay wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, (Name) noticed beads of sweat on his forehead. They brushed his hair away, murmuring soothing words. "There, much better. We can't have Camp Half Blood golden boy looking too disheveled, can we?"

Luke chuckle, his eyes grateful for the small act of care. "You're spoiling me, (Name)."

(name) proceeded to place a cool towel on Luke's forehead, their fingers lingering for a moment longer. "Just trying to bring your temperature down. Don't want you turning into a demigod popsicle on my watch."

As the sun continued its descent, bathing the cabin in a soft morning glow.

"now, for the grand finale of my healing repertoire: the magical breakfast concoction." With a flourish, they presented a tray of pancakes adorned with a smiley face made of syrup.

Luke's eyes widened in amusement. "Is this the secret to your demigod spa service?"

(Name) nodded with mock seriousness, "Absolutely. Pancakes have healing properties, didn't you know?"

"It's check-up time, my dear," you playfully remark, leaning your elbow on the nearby table and placing your hand on his forehead.

"You're officially discharged from the demigod spa. It seems my care did the trick."

Luke, smiled gratefully. "I must admit, your spa services are top-notch. Better than ambrosia."

With a playful nudge, (Name) teased, "Well, I hope you don't catch another fever anytime soon, but if you do, you know where to find the demigod spa services."

Luke grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

#luke pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #charlie bushnell #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians

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mandomaterial · 1 year

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Miguel when you get turned into a child

This popped into my head and i couldn’t resist writing it! || Masterlist

So first of all it was all an anomaly’s fault, some crazy scientist that shot you with some kind of ray and it turned you into a child almost instantly, the thing was that your memories also reverted to childhood. So there you were, Miguels cute ass girlfriend turned into an even cuter kid. At first Miguel was unsure how to act, but he decided to finish off his enemy and then come pick you up. So he just shot you a calming look saying, “Stay here okay? I’ll be right back.” And back he was. He picked you up and sat you on his hip, opening a portal with his other hand. It looked like you were a bit shy as a kid so he tried getting you to open up to him by asking easy questions. The first one being obvious “Hey,.. do you remember me?” You shook your little head and averted your eyes, a bit scared of what just happened. “Um okay, well then I’ll tell you,” he tried to describe your relationship as something other than romantic “I care for you very much and you like me a lot as well, I’ll take care of you until everything is back to normal, okay?” He knew that kids liked being involved in decisions so that’s just what he did, he asked your opinion and you nodded, feeling a little more confident and looking at him. “So what’s your favourite color?” Miguel asked a bunch of simple questions wich you answered with glee every time!

After explaining what happened to his team he proceeded to take you home, to his large penthouse, but not before stoping at a toy store, that you had seen on the way. So now he was standing next to your small form, looking at the different stuffed animals. Up until now, he had carried you up and down the isles, showing you everything that there was to see, he told you that you could pick one thing for being so brave today and he quickly found out that stuffier were your favourite. Miguel suddenly felt a tug on his pants, pulling his attention to you “I- i think I wan that oneee” you pointed up, your little tongue had a little trouble pronouncing some words and Miguel thought that he was gonna die from your cuteness, he smiled and picked you up again, lifting you to the top shelf “Wich one?” You leaned forward almost falling out of his arms, wrapping your little fingers around a brown bunny with a little bow round it’s neck. “Woah, there sweetie, don’t fall off okay?” You nodded softly hugging your bunny “m’kay”. He paid for the toy and sat you back in the car, making sure you buckle your seatbelt.

It was already pretty late so he wasn’t surprised when he found you dozing in the back seat cuddled up to your bunny. The two of you weren’t home yet, Miguel had to make another stop at a child’s clothing store for you. He carefully picked you up from the leather seat, sitting you in his right arm, leaning your head against his shoulder, making sure that you were still sleeping, your tiny snores tickling his ear. He went over to the preschool section and picked out anything that caught his eye, for all he didn’t know how long you were going to stay this size. Wich a bunch of colourful shirts and pants in his basket he walked over to the checkout. The woman there cooed at you “Aww isn’t she just a darling, tired out from a day of fun with dad huh?” Miguel just smiled, agreeing with her and paying for the clothes.

Now with nothing left to do he drove the two of you to his place, parked in the driveway, walked over to the elevator and rode it up to the top floor. You’re ere a comfortable weight in his arms, sleeping on his chest. He brought his hand up to your back and patted you a little, his large hand almost as wide as the small of your back, he cuddled you a bit and to be honest he did it more for himself than you, you were just too a adorable!

Once in his apartment he quickly laid you down on his large soft bed, giving you the softest pillow so that your neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning, he covered you with the blanket and watched you snuggle and nuzzle your rabbit. A little later, after finishing a bit more work he got ready for bed as well. He crashed into bed, rolling over onto his side, when he suddenly felt something small wiggle against his side, he looked down and saw you, fast asleep and comfortable against his warm muscle. Miguel laid one of his arms around your small body and cuddled closer, falling asleep with.

Early next morning he was awaken by something crawling over him and sitting on his chest, suddenly he was shaken away with tiny hands, that barely even moved him. Miguel sat up pulling you with him, “Good morning Cariño” he stroked his fingers through your messy hair carefully untangling it “are you hungry?” “Uh-Uh! Yeah! I wan bweakfast!” You yelled with your cute high pitch voice.

Miguel got up and out of bed, carrying you over to the kitchen, sitting you down on top of the island. He then turned around grabbed a couple fruits and started juggling them, giving you a little show. You on the other hand squealed and giggled in utter joy. Miguel carefully threw an apple at you, wich you caught with two little hands. After that little fun, he started cutting the fruit into little animals, the apple into bunnies, the orange into a snail and the pear into little butterflies. You soft hands clapped in amusement and your smile only grew as you squealed. He put the fruit on a plate and gave you a small cup of fruit yogurt as well. As you ate he started brushing your hair and once it was untangled he parted it in two and started braiding. In the end your hair was beautifully styled with little bows at the ends of your braids.

Miguel decided that he would take a day off work to spend it with you, how could he resist you after all? He took you to the park to play and feed ducks, when it was time for lunch he took out the lunchboxes from his car and sat at a park table with you, helping you cut into your fried chicken with rice, while you were eating he felt your small hand wrap around two of his fingers, showing him that you cared about him. This was still something you did when you were normal and now he’d seen first hand that its a childhood habit, wich just makes it even more adorable.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader fluff #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #Miguel O’hara fluff #Miguel x child reader #Miguel O’hara x child reader #Miguel x cute reader #Miguel ohara fluff

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sapphicvqmpires · 1 year

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ wouldn’t change a thing

Pairing - sub!shuri x dom black fem!reader

Word Count - 6.8k

Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, overstimulation, edging, strap-on, choking/breathplay, brat!shuri, jealous!shuri, kinda possessive!shuri, brat tamer!reader, shuri rolls tf outta her eyes in this one cuz she got a little attitude

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?” And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @tiii-iiiiii @verachii @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @tishsrealwife @oceean @sookiesookie @myaraines @cafehyunji @6-noir @ventingfanfics @ririslove @marsology @imjusthere2readbruv @desswright29 @mqiswrld @ooglyboooglybitxh @sweetalittleselfish-honey (comment if you want to be added, 18+ only)

Writers Note: Special shoutout to @inmyheadimobsessed and thank you for being real patient, I know you wanted this bad! I really enjoyed writing this one, it’s just pure smut for all you filthy people (just like me!), but anyways, hope you all enjoy this read!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Another day unfolded at the lab; another day filled with complex equations that your mind effortlessly processed. It was a typical lab scene in Wakanda, where the brightest minds convened to work on various projects. Amidst the hectic environment, your girlfriend, who happened to be the most brilliant of them all, shot disapproving looks at you from across the lab. You were busy assisting someone else, another girl, helping her with difficult equations only you and Shuri had the brains to solve in a minimal amount of time. Despite the girl's subtle attempts at flirting, you provided her with the help she needed, choosing to overlook her flirtatious mannerisms. But Shuri, she was angry; seething in jealousy as she watched the way you fessed up to the needy girl beside you.

For another fleeting moment, your eyes met Shuri's, but she averted her gaze quickly, causing your stomach to churn with unease. You were well aware that as soon as the door to your bedroom closed, you'd have to brace yourself for her inevitable whines and complaints that would leave her lips and slip through her body language.

As the sun began to set and the lab gradually emptied, you made your way back to your room. Finding your bedroom unoccupied wasn't surprising, given that Shuri typically lingered in the lab until late hours. And so you proceeded with your night, changing into a more relaxed attire and prepared a snack while anticipating Shuri's eventual exit from the lab to join you, readying yourself for her likely complaints. The minutes ticked by, until finally, your girlfriend entered through the doorway.

“Hey,” you muttered, but she completely ignored you, making her way to the bathroom for her daily shower. You were utterly astonished, taken aback by the extent to which she was willing to make her point and you were growing frustrated and impatient.

After what felt like an eternity, Shuri eventually came out. Her curls retained its dampness from her shower, and your gaze traced the tattoo situated behind her left ear, which extended down to her hand. The sight of your girlfriend made your stomach flutter. She was always ridiculously sexy and the thought of having your way with her at this very moment was enticing, yet Shuri had alternative plans. She takes her place beside you on the bed, continuing her performance of silence as she proceeds to ignore you and your most obvious frustrated presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on with the attitude?,” you spat with a harsh tone, breaking the silence that hovered between you two.

“What attitude?,” Shuri replies, eyes still nowhere on yours. You let out a hefty sigh, one that was accompanied by an aggressive eye roll.

“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” you mention.

“Ditto.”

By this point, your patience with her and her demeanor had worn thin. You seize her jaw, possibly with an aggression that you hadn’t initially intended, forcing her gaze to meet yours as you were teetering on the edge of reaching a breaking point.

It’s not that you weren’t aware of why she was upset, you knew why. But you didn’t believe your actions deserved this type of behavior from Shuri.

“Shuri, baby, talk to me or don’t start.” You let go of her jaw, an act of permission to get her to speak. Shuri rolls her eyes in response, a sly smirk subtly peeking through her lips as you move your hands to firmly grab her throat.

“Baby…” A word of warning as you pressed down a bit further. Shuri bit her bottom lip, her face softening as she willingly brought her gaze to yours for the first time tonight. You let go of her throat, getting lost in the way it bobbed once she swallowed.

“You know why I’m upset, nkoszana, so I’m not even sure why you’re making me say it.”

“Because I was simply doing my job, and you’re getting upset Shuri, like what is it you want me to do?”

“I don’t care. I don’t like her. She clearly has a thing for you and you’re just kissing up to her obvious flirtations.”

“Shuri, I’m not doing anything but my job. She asks for help, and I give it to her in a polite manner. Whatever other motives she has is none of my business and I don’t give a fuck, I really don’t. But I have to do what I’m required to do, right? You’re the boss, so you tell me.” Your tone was clipped and straight to the point.

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

“No, you clearly do care, so tell me what I should do, princess.”

“Do what you want.”

Once more, you let out a forceful eye-roll, your frustration evident as you massage your temples in an attempt to ease your upcoming headache. Dealing with your girlfriend's constant complaints was nothing new; you were aware of her challenging nature even before you entered into the relationship but your determination to set things straight was one of the numerous reasons that made you her perfect counterpart. You had every intention of properly dealing with her attitude, but tonight, you decided to grant her a head start….but just for tonight.

You turned over in the bed, shifting your body to fully face her as you grasped her face once more, this time with ease as you spoke your gentle words.

“Look, my love, I’m sorry. Ok? I’m so sorry,” you cooed as you began caressing her chiseled features.

“Forgive me?,” you asked with doe eyes as Shuri shifted her body to meet yours. You quickly pecked a kiss on her lips, forcing a smile to creep through her.

“There’s my girl,” you muttered lovingly, as she softened her attitude with yours. Shuri grabbed your body and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest as she placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like seeing people trying to take what’s mine,” she whispered into you.

“I’m always going to be yours, Shuri, and you know that.”

“I know…but does she know that?”

“Forget about her, baby. Just let me fall asleep in your arms tonight, yeah?” You move your face from her chest to meet her sleepy eyes, raising your head to gently kiss her button nose. Shuri's face brightens with a smile, and she playfully wrinkles her nose, breaking into a gentle laughter as you embrace each other once again. The two of you drift off into slumber, finding a peaceful interlude before the inevitable storm.

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The following morning unfolds with ease, your time in the lab offering a less hectic state as your previous days have, but this was short-lived as you spot the familiar figure of the girl approaching you once again for assistance. A deep sigh escapes your lips, not directed at her, but rather because you knew what would happen as a result of it.

Beyond her annoying flirtations, you do understand why she came to you for help. You were one of Shuri’s best lab assistants and it was no secret that Shuri was not keen on the other girl, therefore she came to you.

Shuri's piercing gaze was far from discrete, juggling her attention between attending her tasks while also casting a vigilant look your way, a stare brimming with unmistakable jealousy. She observed every action, ensuring you stayed well within the boundaries she had set, and you were more than aware. The intensity of her glares grew distracting, making it difficult to attend to your duties and so you had to cut it short.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I got to take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back.”

As you approach Shuri, her gaze drops, redirecting her focus to her task while she inhales deeply. Your face clearly displays frustration as you bend your knees to align with her seated form.

“You’re being a brat,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for any nosey lab assistants.

“I don’t give a shit,” she spat back instantly.

“Shuri…” Your tone was a warning, but Shuri persisted in keeping up her facade, rolling her eyes with a subtle smirk and that act alone pushed you to your breaking point. You seized her wrist, leading her into her vacant office space. You lock the door and push her into the office chair. Leaning forward, you positioned yourself to meet her eyes, intentionally highlighting your lifted cleavage and Shuri’s gaze was anything but subtle.

“You, my love, are really starting to piss me off and get on my nerves,” you said, lightly grasping her jaw.

“I do not care. She’s obviously into you and I don’t like it.”

“So what you gonna do Shuri? Fire her and put that poor girl out of a job cuz you don’t like her??”

“Sounds enticing…”

“Shuri!”

“What?? I don’t see why she only goes to you anyway. I’m the smartest in the lab, she could come to me for help if she really needs it.”

“Now you know damn well why she won’t go to you, giving her the nastiest looks and all.”

Another eye roll manages to escape her, crossing her arms as she sits manspread in the chair in front of you. You've reached your limit with her bratty behavior, allowing her to hold the upper hand for long enough. Now, it's your moment to employ what you do best. You squat down, meeting her seated eye level, grasping her face between your thumb and middle finger as you exert a pressure that makes her flinch in response.

“You are reealllyy starting to piss me off, baby.” Your voice turned into a low, husky murmur, a sound that caused Shuri's pussy to pulse beneath your firm grip, a fact you were well aware of. You had an eye for detecting when she began to soak her boxers, the subtle gentleness in her eyes and the accelerated rhythm of her breath never escaped your notice.

“Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?”

And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

“You know baby, I’m starting to think this little attitude is simply because you want something from me,” you cooed seductively, playing with the waistband of her baggy shorts and she gulped beneath your touch. She would consistently attempt to maintain the illusion of holding the upper hand when dealing with you, a charade that only Wakanda believed. However, once the doors were closed, she would abandon her strength, discard the influence of the heart-shaped herb, and surrender complete control of her body to you.

You ease your hold on her face, letting your hand slide along her throat until you arrive at its base, where you apply a subtle pressure, eliciting a soft gasp from her, a sound that sends a pulsating sensation through your own pussy. As your grip tightens, she draws her final breath, savoring the dominance you exert as you deny her the ability to inhale.

“Nod if you’re ok.” And she does, frantically clutching your wrist as she intensely longs for more. You briefly release your hold on her throat to remove her baggy shirt and sports bra, and she helps you with equal excitement, both of you impatient to indulge in each other. You unbutton her baggy shorts and eagerly slip your hands beneath them, encountering the outcome of your actions through the mess between her legs. Her reaction is visceral; her mouth opens in astonishment as you circle her clit through the fabric, and she wastes no time pressing into you, seeking more friction.

“You’re so needy, you know that? A fucking brat, for real.”

“I…”

“You what? Wanna be punished baby? Is that what this is all about? Just wanna be fucked good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she moaned with a nod, biting on her bottom lip but it wasn't enough for you. What you craved was the sound of the voice, the quivering words that attempted to escape her; observing how she struggled to string together coherent sentences while you toyed with the heat between her legs. Your other hand sought her throat once more, a location it favored when it wasn’t occupied in her snug cunt. You applied just enough pressure to milk a strangled gasp and she knew exactly what it was you needed from her.

“Y-yes,” she responded, but you still weren’t pleased and so you pressed firmer into her windpipe.

“Sentences, Shuri. You know I don’t do that weak shit.”

“Yes, y/n. I-I w-want you to p-punish…me. P-put me in my place,” she struggled to say amidst her airflow being restricted and your hand down her pants, but she smiled her way through it, her smile fading into a breathless moan as you slip your hand into her boxers and come head on with her saturated pussy. Her slick was audible and sticky, clinging to your fingers as you pranced through her plush folds, purposefully toying with her clit to drive her insane.

“Y-y/n…please…please?”

“Ssshhh, my pretty girl, I’m getting there.”

“Unh.”

You grabbed her chin and forced her gaze on yours. Her eyes were so desperate, so sleepy and she shut them completely when you finally sunk them into her without warning.

“Oh, shit…y/n, baby.”

Your fingers were well equipped with Shuri’s pussy, familiar with the walls that paved the way to the spot that always led your beautiful girl to her sweet bliss. It didn’t take long before your pace quickened, your fingers soaking in everything Shuri’s wet pussy had to give you. Her walls hugged your fingers, weeping around them as you plunged into her g-spot.

“Bast…ewe...ewe! Nceda ungayeki…” (Bast…yes….yes! Please don’t stop…). Per usual, Shuri’s body became needy, her hips bucking forward to meet your thrusts, her breasts bouncing frantically and the sight of her body being so overwhelmed by you made you wet.

“Look at you Shuri…so fucking needy, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yeah.”

“Such a brat, you’re frustrating as hell. I can feel you squeezing my fingers real good already…you gonna cum soon?”

“Yes, y/n! Y-yes…I-I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her pussy walls clamping down further and further with each thrust you gave her.

“You think you deserve it?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“Oh? You sure?”

“Mhmm, yes y/n…I deserve it, just…fuck.”

You released your fingers from her cunt, tapping her lips as a signal for her to open wide and taste herself and she obliged.

“Mmmm,” she moaned at her own flavor as you swooshed your fingers through her mouth, hitting the back of her throat to make her gag just once and you chuckled at the tears that began to brim on the outer corners of her tired eyes. And instantly your hands are back into her aching cunt, milking her as her whole body trembles beneath your touch.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…do you deserve it?”

“Ye-”

You cut her off mid-answer with your palm slapping her drenched pussy lips, a whimper falling off Shuri’s tongue at the gesture.

“Answer me, princess. Properly this time.”

“N-no…I don’t deserve it.”

“What don’t you deserve?”

“To cum. I do-don’t deserve to c-cum.” A pout formed on her face and you responded with your own pout, mocking her with a fake frown.

“Poor baby,” you taunted.

“Y/n…pleeassee. I’ll be good. I’ll d-do better, just…unh…please let me cum for you.”

And you so badly want to give into her, fulfill her bodies desires and make her soak your whole hand but you were in control, carrying the power over her approaching orgasm and so you ripped your fingers from her tight pussy as she was on the brink of releasing, a full pout forming on her face as the knot in her stomach remained there.

“Wha--why? Nkosazna, please.”

You gave her no answer, but wrapped your lips around your fingers, savoring the intimate taste of your girlfriend as your gaze connected with hers.

“Do you know why I didn’t let your pretty pussy cum, baby?”

But Shuri says nothing, angrily rolling her eyes as she tries to regain an ounce of dominance; also secretly hoping you may continue “punishing her.” She attempts to push her way around you but you would not allow it. You pushed her chest, forcing her to sit back onto the desk. You clutched her jaw, almost painfully this time, a reminder of her place.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“Because I was being needy.”

“Mhmm…and?”

“And jealous.”

“What else?”

“And a brat.”

“Yes you were, my perfect girl.” You let go, gently caressing her face before you pull her lips into yours. She moans into the kiss, her flavor still lingering on your lips and you both feel like you could stay there forever.

“I love you,” she breathed into you, not wanting to let you go.

“I love you more,” you replied, finally breaking the kiss.

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The rest of the day goes by fairly well. Shuri works diligently at her desk, putting on her best behavior but you notice her slip up every now and then, subtly rolling her eyes at you because what is your beautiful girlfriend if not a spoiled brat?

As the evening draws near, you make your way to your room. As before, you're met with an empty bedroom until the sound of running water reaches your ears from behind the closed bathroom door. You get comfortable, waiting for her to emerge. And just like that, she appears once again, exuding an even greater sex appeal than before, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a wifebeater. The waistband of her boxers peaks above her sweats, and a dainty set of gold chains adorns her neck, as if she needed the accessories to be any more attractive. She looks stunning, and you find yourself wanting to give her everything she didn’t deserve, a desire to untangle her until she’s your good girl again.

Shuri didn’t notice your presence until your voice broke the silence, casually startling her in your tracks.

“Bast, baby, you’re killing me,” you said, and you most definitely meant it. “Come sit here,” you gestured to her to come on your lap. For the gazillionth time, Shuri playfully rolled her eyes, smirking as she made her way to straddle you.

“You and this damn attitude…what I gotta do to take it out of you, hm?” You pull her in for a kiss, both of you needy with your grip and movements as she softly moans into your lips, causing you to smile against her.

“What is it you want, Shuri?,” you asked, your voice was low, your gaze even lower, admiring the way her nipples pierced through the fabric of her shirt.

“I want you to finish what you started,” she replied, her plea soaked in impatience.

“Hmmm? Attitude too damn loud, I can’t hear you over it.”

She sighs heavily before proceeding to speak. “You know what I want and if you won’t give it to me then I swear to Bast, y/n, I’ll just touch mys--”

But you cut her off as you swiftly raise a finger to hush her parted lips. Her immediate compliance sets a promising tone for the evening ahead, aligning perfectly with the intentions you had planned for her. You taunt her, daring her to finish her sentence, yet she refrains, her face contorting into profound yearning for your touch alone. Drawing her closer, your lips meet hers once again and she whimpers into your mouth and that sound in itself almost forces you to give in to her, to succumb to everything she wants without a fight on her end. Almost.

“You know that thing you said you’d do? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to do it.”

“W-what?”

“Imma need you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum at the pace I allow, my girl,” you softly command, caressing her cheek as you watch the way her face falls into your touch.

“I wanted you to do it,” she pouts, but you raise your eyebrow in question, challenging to see what’d she do but it shuts her right up instead. Good girl.

“Ok but…I need you to do something for me while I’m touching myself…please?”

“Hm? And what would that be?”

“I want you to choke me. You know how I like it, sthandwa.”

"Absolutely, I do," you respond, drawing her in for a final kiss before you begin to remove her clothing and undergarments soon after, leaving her in nothing but her dainty gold chains that have been driving you crazy. You orient yourselves just as you would if it were your own fingers about to sink into her cunt, your legs spread apart as she nestled between them, her back fitting snugly against your chest. Shuri mimics you, spreading her own legs as you set your gaze on her juicy, undeniably tempting pussy that catches the light in the mirror positioned before you. It was one of your favorite things about her; the deep, plump lips fixated between her thighs was nothing short of art to you.

You grasped her hand gently, guiding two of her fingers into the basin of your mouth, generously coating them in your own saliva. You hummed softly around her tattooed digits just before she trailed them down to her most sensitive area.

“Play with your clit, baby. Don’t go inside just yet,” you guided and she obeyed, nodding her head as her mouth opened the instant her fingers found her clump of sensitive nerves. Your girlfriend was easily influenced when it came to her pussy, making it a brief process for her whimpers to grow into mellow cries. With each push she placed onto her clit, her legs trembled, patiently awaiting your orders.

“Keep it going…don’t stop until I tell you.”

“Choke me,” she said, her plea coming out more demanding than begging. “Choke me, please.” There was the beg.

You take hold of her face, redirecting it towards you, granting her a final kiss before your hand glides down to her neck. A gasp escaped her lips in response to the sensation but her fingers did not halt, her juices becoming louder as she swished her clit.

“You look so beautiful like this Shuri…fuck.”

You applied a gentle pressure to her neck, your palm following the curves of her trachea and you sensed her throat shifting with every forceful swallow she took.

“Harder,” she softly begged, and you do, pressing further into her.

“Harder, y/n, harder. Choke me.”

“Damn, baby, you’re so nasty,” you teased, obeying her desperate plea. Gently, she begins to choke; her moans, soft gasps, and wet pussy become the sole sounds that reach your ears, forming a sinful melody. You lift your gaze to the reflection ahead, entranced with the sight, although Shuri's expression doesn't quite match the moment. She removes herself from your hold, turning her body around to face you before she begins to remove your leather belt.

“Shuri, what…what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” she says quickly, taking you by surprise.

“Hey…hey, this isn’t about me Shuri. This is about you, I don’t need-”

“Ssshhhh,” she says, cutting you off by colliding her lips into yours as she proceeds to remove your belt. Once it’s off, you understand her intentions as she wraps the leather around her neck like you would your waist, slinking it down until it’s firmly hugging her throat. “Choke. Me.”

While her request startles you initially, you eventually give in, pulling at the leather as Shuri proceeds to play with her clit. A second tug follows, leading to the sound and sight you've been longing for. The hoarse gasps that come from the depths of her throat, mingling with her escalating moans, a blended sound that made your pussy throb.

“Oh-ok…y-yes y/n. I-I’m gonna…I’m s-so c-close,” she struggled to say with the material that compressed her windpipe.

“Do what I love, princess. Choke for me,” you demanded and she knew exactly what you meant. Shuri stuck her tongue out with a playful grin, her eyes connected with yours in the mirror's reflection. The jolt in her clit gradually intensified as her walls became tighter and tighter. It was one of the sexiest things to you, watching her tongue stick as she left you in charge of her oxygen intake; drool pouring off the tip of her tongue as she choked and circled her clit in unison, making your drenched pussy clench around nothing but air, your clit aching for a sense of relief but they would have to wait.

“Nod if you’re ok, baby,” you say, pressing harsh kisses into the side of her neck. Shuri nods.

“F-fuck…y/n…I-mhmm.”

“Just tell me to stop if you need me to, ok?” She nods again. You pull a bit tighter, earning another choked response from her.

“O-okay.”

“You’re doing so well for me, just keep doing that. Keep rubbing yourself just like that.”

“Unh.”

She was so beautiful like this, whining beneath her own touch as she left her breathing to your reign and even though she had full power to stop the assault on her clit whenever she pleases, she knew not to without your direction and it made you desire her that much more. Shuri’s clit grew enlarged, her pussy lips puffed out as her drool oozed down the valley between her breasts. Your pussy ached for her, wanting to give her everything she did and didn’t deserve.

“Y/n…I…I-”

“Cum, baby. Give it to yourself.” And she did, letting go at that very moment while her staggered, breathless moans echoed through the room. You slapped her hand, creating space for your own fingers to rub her through the aftermath, tugging the belt hard into her windpipe, momentarily cutting off all her airflow and the act intensified her climax; it was the most elated feeling for Shuri.

“Y/n…unh,” she struggled to say. Her clit jolted under your touch, her cream pooling out of her thumping cunt as she collapsed into you. You removed the belt, allowing Shuri to consume oxygen once more and she coughed in delight, absolutely pleased with her orgasm but you were nowhere near done with her. She got what she begged for and now it was your turn.

You dipped your fingers into her, pumping a few times and she jerked from your touch, still throbbing from her orgasm, though her pussy seemed excited with the way she immediately clenched around you at the contact.

“Bast…y/n…p-please…shit.”

You played with her pussy for a few moments longer, gliding your fingers through her dewy folds and she flinched every time you teased her clit. Her chest grew heavy, making it harder for her to breathe as you tantalized her through her slow, descending climax. You place your fingers on her neck, beginning to caress the tender skin and she winces.

“Are you ok?,” you ask, with genuine concern. Shuri nods along with a small laughter.

You lay her down on her back, beginning to kiss her throat with love as you caress her sore skin with your gentle lips. A soft hiss escapes her as your lips make contact, the tenderness a contrast to the pressure she endured earlier, the pressure she begged for. You bring your lips to hers, kissing her as your hands trail down her body, stopping at her clit and she moans instantly into your mouth. You smirk against her. Her sensitivity made you feral.

You press soft circles into her beating bud, caressing her just enough to drive her insane. Her folds were so plush, sopping wet with her arousal.

“Y-y/n…I need…shit, unh…”

“What do you need, princess?”

“I want y-you in…inside.”

“Hmm? I can’t hear you baby.” Your taunting gaze met her desperate one, sliding your fingers until they met her entrance. You didn't dip inside just yet, though you wanted to, but instead pressed firm circles against her entrance as you watched the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. The sight of her made your already soaking panties even more wet.

“Please y/n, just fuck me alreadyyy.”

“Look at you…so fucking needy. You want me to fuck you with my fingers so bad, yeah? Is that what you want?”

She nods so quickly and the gesture makes you smile. She is completely under your reign. She begins bucking her hips, desperately wanting your fingers to meet the depth of her clenching cunt and although you aren’t buried inside her, you feel her on the surface of her entrance; the way her pussy craves you, needs you to fill her up and make her whole. She closes her eyes, her head slightly tilting backward, but you seize her chin and direct her to face you before her head can fully lean back. For a brief moment, you maintain this posture, locking eyes with her longing gaze while teasing her. Her puffy clit collides with your palm with each buck against you and you allow it.

“Please y/n…I ne-need you. Please.”

“Where baby, where?” You were being mean.

“Inside, y/n. Unh.”

“Do you know why I’m doing this?”

She smirked, struggling to bring back her bratty side as you teased her hole.

“Be-because…”

“Because why, baby?”

“Because I was being a brat.”

“Yeah that’s right…what else?”

“Unh…I was be-being too ne-eedy and jea-lous.”

“Mhmmm.”

“Inside?”

You chuckled. “MY beautiful bratty girl. Always so needy for me.” You press your lips against her cheek, tilting your head into the curve of her shoulder as you dip your fingers inside her and you're greeted by the most seductive, sinful sound of love and lust that emanates from Shuri's mouth, ringing directly into your ear.

“Yeah…YEAH…oh fuck, y/n.”

Even though you can’t see her face, you just know her mouth is hung open, her eyelashes clinging together in ecstasy as you suck the skin on her sore neck.

“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” you assure, fucking your needy girl with precision. You raise your head a bit, aligning her lips with your ear, eager to catch her filthy moans. You return to meet her gaze, greeted by her perky breasts bouncing in unison with your rhythmic thrusts and her creamy pussy draws you in, captivated by her glossy slick that paints your fingers. But it's her eyes, those defenseless eyes that convey all the essential messages of the pleasure that was coursing through her.

“Yes, my angel…keep making that helpless face while you’re fucking down on my fingers.”

“Mmm..unh.”

“You’re so beautiful Shuri…the prettiest girl ever.”

“Y-y/n.”

You bring her in for a slobbery kiss, swallowing her moans as the squishy sounds down below get stickier.

“I love you, y/n…I…fuck.”

“I love you too, baby. Cum for me. Do it.”

And so she does, her hands fluttering to either side of your face while her unwavering gaze stays fixed on you. Tears gather at the edges of her stunning eyes as her cunt oozes in pure bliss.

“Yeah, y/n…unh…BAST.” She completely stops rocking against you but you don’t stop thrusting into her, causing her whole body to tremble.

“Y/n.. sthandwa…please stop.”

“Hm, baby? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I want you…unh…”

“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.”

“Stop, please…stop.” She’s trembling, her voice shaking, but you knew her body, you knew it all too well. Protest might’ve been falling off her lips, but the grip her pussy contained on your fingers told you otherwise. You brought your thumb up, pressing the pad of it into her clit and she squirmed at the pressure, her pathetic tears continuing to swell in the corner of her eyes.

“Tell me one more time baby. Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop.”

But your perfect girl said nothing, nothing but the sound of whimpers came out of her swollen mouth. A faint smile broke through lips but swiftly vanished, replaced by her face that felt nothing but pleasure.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Bast…mmm.” Her sobs were pretty, her helpless state being one of your favorite looks on her.

“You think I can’t tell when your pussy’s had enough baby? She still wants me so badly, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers…so needy for me.”

She was a mess, becoming entranced by your words and cocky grin. She moaned without any concern for passersby because she did not care who could hear Wakanda’s protector submitting to your authority.

“You’re gonna give me another one,” you say, and she almost protests but she knows better. She doesn’t want you to stop anyway.

“You’re gonna cum around my dick this time, you think you can do that for me princess?”

“Mhmm.”

“Of course you can,” you say with a grin. Shuri helps you strip down, observing the way your wet slick adheres to the fabric of your thong as you glide them down your legs, creating a sticky string with your arousal. Your skin was so beautiful to her, its profound richness harmonizing with the textured curls that sat on your head. She admires your stretch marks that lead the way to your thick thighs and plush ass, the hues of brown in your inner thighs deepening the closer the skin got to your pussy. Bast, she was in love with you.

Shuri also helps you strap the vibranium toy to your hips, her most perfect invention that allowed you to feel her perfect pussy each and every time it sank into her. You lie on your back, motioning her to come on top of you and she obeys.

“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself onto me until you cum around my dick.”

Shuri situated herself on top of you, firmly gripping the dildo before gently pushing it into herself and you both moaned in unison. It's a sensation that never loses its hold on you, the feeling of being inside her resonates, her pussy wrapping around your dick with her willful clench. Her pussy lips opened up for you, effortlessly gliding alongside the dildo and it was amazing to watch.

“Y/n! Oh yes…right there, nkoszana, right there…I..yeah.”

Her words mold unto putty as you consistently strike the nerves inside her, that tender spot that has her chasing both your orgasms. She dips her head back, pinching her erect nipples as her dark complexion glimmers with sweat. She appears heavenly on top of you, like she was floating, and the picture of her nudges you closer to your own pleasure.

“Look at you…you’re so fucking beautiful…sexy as fucking hell…god.”

“I…UNH…ooooo fuuuckkk.”

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

“Yeah…I…I…”

“Don’t you dare s-stop fucking y-yourself. Don’t, Shuri…fuck.”

“Y/n…I-I can’t. I’m gonna c-cum.”

Her breasts bounce with each thrust she pounded onto you, her pussy milking your dick and you could feel your orgasm crying to be released. You grip her hips harshly, fucking her down onto your dick and she wails in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her jaw drops. She takes one of her hands off her nipple, bringing it down to rub her clit and you swear you could cum right there. She was fucking amazing.

“You’re such a fucking whore, baby, huh? Wanna cum that bad?”

“UNH!”

“Yeah, keep crying like th-that. K-keep squeezing my shit like that.”

“Y/N!”

It took about five more slams and Shuri released once more, an explosive squirt that coated your abdomen and trickled down her thighs. But you didn’t stop fucking her, so close to your own high and she let you chase it.

“Fuck, baby…k-keep f-fucking yourself like that. Use my pussy, y/n, c-cum in me…mmmm…ugnh.”

“Yeah, princess…I’m s-so close just…fuck, shit!”

Shuri fucked herself onto you, ignoring the fact that her pussy was aching to the point of slight pain but she wanted to make you cum, watch her girl that she needed so much to unravel before her.

“Sh-Shuri?”

“Cum, y/n…pl-please? I want you to c-cum inside me.”

The both of you were blubbering messes, minds unfolding into mush as your vision became hazy. Her pussy squeezed you so good, caressing you just right and you spilled right into her.

“Oh fuck, Shuri…FUCK…I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming…shit.”

“I know…I know.”

“Ooooo fuck…GOD. Your pussy is so good, always so g-good for me…UNH. K-keep squeezing me just l-like that…yeah.”

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Cumming so hard inside me.”

“Only for you. Always for you.”

After moments, Shuri squirted one last time; an orgasm that caused her to falter beside you, both of your chests heaving up and down as you struggled to regain your composure.

“Fuck, Shuri.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I know you do…my bratty girl. I love you too.”

You pull her in for one last kiss.

“My beautiful, bratty girl.”

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The next morning approached. You and Shuri were about to arrive late to the lab and it didn’t help that Shuri was, per usual, being difficult.

“Sthandwa, I don’t think the makeup is necessary,” she comments as you apply a generous amount of concealer to hide the bruises on her neck.

“Do you see yourself? Look,” you remark, pointing to the mirror where her marked up throat from both your passionate kisses and the impression of the leather belt reflects back at her. A sly grin appears on her face as she appreciates the reflection, tilting her head to gain a clearer view of the results of your actions.

“People are gonna think you’re dating a fucking psychopath,” you add as you continue covering up the bruises.

“Maybe it’s cuz I am dating a fucking psychopath,” Shuri responds, wincing when you press too hard, and you mockingly fake a frown.

“My poor baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Oooo…such harsh language,” you joke, and Shuri rolls her eyes before you both begin to laugh.

“Hurry up, y/n, I got work to do.”

“Be patient, I wanna make sure I cover you up good.”

Another chuckle escapes Shuri’s lips. “I don’t get how you do this makeup thing almost everyday. It’s exhausting just sitting here now.”

“Well I happen to like doing my own makeup, and cuz I can actually do it unlike your ass. Remember that time I got you to do my makeup??” You burst into laughter as Shuri glared you down in annoyance. “That crooked ass eyeliner you gave me! Oh! And what did you call mascara again?? Say it again!”

“Shut up, y/n.”

“Pleaaseee, baby, say it one last time and I’ll leave you alone,” you lie, biting your bottom lip as you try to contain your laughter.

Shuri sighs, rolling her eyes before she says it. “I called it an eyelash enhancer.”

You burst out into laughter and Shuri sits there unamused, trying to contain her own laughter at the sight of you laughing over something so small.

“You’re just too fucking cute. An eyelash enhancer?? PLEASE BABE.”

“Well I wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“No…you were definitely wrong.”

“I forgot what it was called, ok?”

“Hey, hey…don’t be like that baby, you know I’m just teasing you. You’re just too cute. Wait, hold still…I’m almooosttt…there! I’m done. How’s it look?,” you ask, redirecting her to the mirror.

“Mmmm…I think you missed a spot,” she jokes.

“Huh? Where? Hold up, lemme cover that shit.”

Shuri laughs, amused at your concern. “I’m just playing, nkoszana. You did a good job.”

You smile, bringing her in for a kiss. “Don’t ask me to use a fucking belt for a while, Shuri, I mean it.”

“Hmmmm…might have to give you a reason to use it again then, y/n.”

“Oh, you fucking nasty,” you playfully remark, slinging your arms around her neck and she flinches when you accidentally press her bruised skin. “Oh shit! Sorry!”

Shuri laughs. “It’s ok, sthandwa. I just love you.”

You cock your head to the side, biting your cheek as you fight to contain a cheeky grin but it’s no use. She draws you closer by your hips, causing your pelvis to brush against hers before she begins kissing you.

“Shuri…we’re late,” you say, as she begins trailing kisses down your neck.

“How about…let’s just not go?”

While the temptation was undoubtedly strong, now was not a suitable time. The lab needed you both.

“We gotta go, princess.”

A prolonged, annoyed whine escapes Shuri's lips before she releases you. "Fiiinnee," she draws with exaggeration and you can’t help but chuckle at her neediness.

“You’re so goddamn needy, baby.”

“Mhmm. And you said you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And she was correct. You wouldn’t have it any other way. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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imtrashraccoon · 8 months

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Whew! It's over...don't mind me but I'll probably be taking a few days off writing again. Thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me! I learned so much and had so much fun! It's definitely given me so many ideas for future projects...

There will probably be an announcement post coming soon... (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠)

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First Day & Previous Day.

Bad Sansuary: Free Space - Snuggle

Word Count: 3,301

Feat. Everyone!

You were relaxing in your room with a book you'd borrowed from the library after dinner. This high fantasy series Nightmare recommended was seriously good and once you'd started, it was incredibly hard to put down. Well, unless someone interrupted you that is...

There was a playful knock at your door, pulling you out of the story and back to reality. You knew exactly who had chosen to bother you and a part of you wanted to just pretend you had gone to bed early so he'd leave you alone. But...that wouldn't be very nice and you could always read later on before you did actually go to sleep.

With a sigh, you slipped a book mark made from laminating the pressed flowers Axe had given you between the pages and hauled yourself off the comfortable couch to go answer the door. The knocking grew more insistent until you finally threw it open and fixed Killer with your most exaggerated grumpy face.

"What's so important that you would drag me from the realm of Middle Earth just to see you?" you grumbled.

Killer shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and smirked. "hm? oh i was just bored out of my mind, angel face~"

You sighed and ran your hand down your face. "So, you want me to help you?"

"nope."

"What? Then...why did you come see me?" Now you were really confused and you stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to break and claim he was just messing with you.

"i wanna have a movie night and almost everyone else has already agreed. so...?" He wiggled his bonebrows in a playful way until you finally relented.

"Alright, I guess that sounds like it could be fun."

No sooner had you agreed did Killer take your hand and nearly drag you into the common area. You protested from the suddenness, but he only laughed and barely slowed down at all. It seemed you'd have to revisit Middle Earth another time.

"she said yes!" he announced to the other three skeletons.

Axe and Dust seemed to have been trying to figure out which movie to watch, but by the looks of things, they hadn't been able to come to a decision. Nightmare was casually lounging on one of the couches watching the two of them. All three looked up at the news and Axe smiled at you.

"guess i could whip up some snacks. do ya wanna help, lil' chip?" he asked.

You shrugged and glanced over at the tv to see what they had narrowed the choices down to. "Sure, but what movie were we going to watch anyways?"

Dust, Axe, and Killer glanced at each other before saying different titles at the same time, none of which you'd ever heard of before. They then proceeded to start arguing over which was the better movie.

Nightmare sighed and shot you a look that seemed to say "See what I deal with?" You gave him a sympathetic smile before clapping your hands to get the other's attention.

"Why don't we watch all of them and just turn this into a movie marathon night?" you suggested.

Thankfully, your idea seemed acceptable and they nodded in agreement. Even Nightmare seemed suitably impressed which made you quite happy to have solved the argument.

"guess we should start on those snacks then," Axe hummed and started for the kitchen.

"dusty and i could go pick up some pizzas and pop if you're fine with that?" Killer suggested and glanced at the aforementioned individual, who merely shrugged.

"sure, do what ya want," Axe rumbled, not even bothering to stop and look at them.

The two disappeared to presumably go get the food and you went to follow Axe into the kitchen, although not before glancing back at Nightmare. He gave you a bit of a disinterested look before getting up and leaving the common area.

You frowned and started to go after him to figure out if something was wrong, when Axe called out for you.

"ya comin' lil' chip?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there." You hesitated for a moment before hurrying to the kitchen. It seemed you'd have to check in on him later.

You helped make some buttered popcorn, cut up some fresh fruit, and arrange some cookies that Axe had made earlier on a plate. By the time you were done, the other two skeletons had returned with a couple of still hot pizzas and two bottles of pop. You didn't question where they'd likely pilfered them from and neither did Axe, as the answer would likely be either unpleasant or exactly what you suspected they'd done instead of paying like proper monsters.

Just as you were helping to arrange the food where it would be easily accessible, Nightmare reappeared with his arms and tentacles full of various cushions and blankets. While you were a little surprised, you were also glad to see that he was interested in participating in the fun afterall.

It didn't take long to make the floor by the tv extra comfy and get situated. Axe was content to lean against the couch where his large frame wouldn't be blocking anyone. Dust claimed a beanbag chair, which practically swallowed him up, and you were pretty sure he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. Killer, being the absolute gremlin that he was, went about stealing as many pillows as he could to make a makeshift pillow nest for himself. At first, Nightmare chose the couch, but when you all but insisted that he should join everyone else, he relented and eventually chose to copy Axe, leaning against the couch instead.

Two problems quickly became apparent though. Problem one was that no one could agree on whose movie choice to watch first. Problem two was that you could tell each of the boys wanted you to sit with them.

You really didn't want what was supposed to be a fun evening devolving into a jealous fight. So before anyone could actually get upset, you decided to try and take charge.

"How about this... To keep things fair, I'll just swap places for each movie so that I can sit with all of you in turn," you suggested. Unfortunately, your attempt at a solution wasn't nearly as effective as you'd hoped.

"sooo...who gets to have the cutie to themselves first?" Killer asked. He had a dangerous look on his skull as he spoke and while his tone sounded light, even like he was almost teasing, you knew him well enough by now to know that he wasn't playing around.

"definitely not you," Dust growled and sat up a bit, his gloved hands digging into the bean bag.

Even Axe seemed to stiffen up and his good eye socket narrowed into a harsh glare at his loud-mouthed colleague. His clawed phalanges twitched slightly, as if aching to wringe a certain someone's neck or curl around the handle of the weapon of his namesake.

While Nightmare remained silent, you could tell by the way his tentacles were twitching restlessly, that he was at the very least mildly annoyed by this situation. His cyan eyelight flicked to you and the intensity of his gaze was almost enough to make you want to shrink into yourself. His expression held something else though; a look that you couldn't quite place but one that seemed to suggest he was scheming about something.

You swallowed and managed to tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. Raising your voice again, you cried out, "No fighting! I have another idea...you should all play rock, paper, scissors to determine the order."

They glanced at each other but no one protested. After playing a few rounds, an order was established, minus Nightmare, who claimed he didn't care when his turn was. Killer won each time making him first, Axe was second, and Dust was third, much to his frustration. Nightmare was content to go last, which of course nobody protested over.

Killer was all too happy to welcome you into his nest. His arms fit snugly around your waist, teasingly close to your pelvis, although he otherwise kept his hands to himself and just continued spooning you during the first movie.

Speaking of, the movie was one of those corny horror movies. It was full of gratuitous violence with plenty of obviously fake gore. Still, you couldn't help but cringe whenever the monster attacked the very doomed side characters. Killer was quick to soothe your nerves with soft whispers of encouragement and occasionally making fun of the many cliches present in the film. Overall, the experience left a sort of thrill coursing through your veins and you were admittedly a little disappointed when the movie was over, a sentiment Killer seemed to mirror, although he attempted to hide it.

Axe had picked a tamer movie, although that wasn't saying much as there were more jump scares than the previous one that never failed to startle you. Still, Axe was also very good at comforting you and multiple times throughout the movie, you felt his eyelight watching your reactions just to make sure you were okay.

You ended up snuggled up against his left side with his hand around your back and resting on your left hand which was on your thigh. You wrapped your right arm around his broad back and laid your head against his ribcage, which inadvertently meant you could listen to the soothing hum of his magic that emanated from his soul.

At some point during the second movie, you glanced over at Nightmare and were a little surprised to find that he seemed a bit bored. It was odd because you had assumed he'd actually get some sort of satisfaction from witnessing how terrified the protagonists of the film were.

He sensed your gaze and glanced over, tilting his skull in a silent question.

"Are you okay?" you mouthed.

His eyelight flicked back to the screen and he shrugged. "It's manufactured fear... I can't gain any benefits from attempting to absorb it," he murmured. When he glanced back at you though, a subtle smirk formed across his skull and he went to say something but stopped himself when Axe took notice of the conversation.

You were momentarily fascinated that there was that much of a difference. Would it be any different if it was a live broadcast and the actors didn't know what was going to happen? You'd have to ask him about it sometime.

You glanced at Nightmare a few more times throughout the movie and occasionally caught him looking a little amused. The boys weren't easily spooked but the rare times one of them was seemed to coincide with those little moments. You figured he was the one who hadn't exactly wanted to have a movie night, however he'd seemingly decided to go along with it anyways. Probably under the guise of this being a group bonding activity like any good boss would host. The thought was actually kind of funny to you now that you knew them all a lot better.

Dust's movie of choice was definitely a thriller, and while you didn't mind the change, it made you feel really anxious, which you hated. It was about an old cop trying to solve a series of murders apparently perpetrated by the one criminal he had failed to bring to justice years prior. The plot was certainly intriguing at points and you could see why he had picked it.

You'd been right on the money earlier when you'd assumed he wasn't planning on budging from the comfortable beanbag for a long while. That was fine of course since he didn't really need to move in order to actually cuddle with you. His idea was for you to sit in his lap so you'd be as close as possible, which you'd expanded on and chosen to sit side saddle. It meant you could both hold each other and he'd get to watch your face, so he didn't protest at all. You wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders and he sort of mimicked the gesture, except he supported your back, leaving your other hand free to hold his other one.

By the time of the fourth movie, which was a classic monster movie about a mad scientist and his creation, you noticed something strange. Save for yourself and Nightmare, everyone else seemed to doze off, almost at the same time too.

Turning to the only possible perpetrator, you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "Did you...put them to sleep?" you hissed under your breath.

His grin seemed only to grow more smug and even without him saying anything, you knew your suspicions were correct.

"Indeed~" he purred. "It is said that good things come to those who wait. They had their fun, so now I get to have mine..."

Your heart skipped a beat at the deliciously dark tone of voice he'd used. It was at that moment that a flock of butterflies decided to assault your insides with their delicate wings. You'd managed to control yourself with the others but now that you were technically alone with him...well, you weren't sure if that was possible anymore.

He pressed his skull against your hair and growled low in his throat. "I had to watch them hold you so close all this time... Have some empathy, dear..."

A chill went down your spine from the possessive tone of his voice and your tongue felt heavy like it was made of lead. Even if you could complain, he probably wouldn't even listen to you.

Nightmare pulled you into his lap yet again, which seemed to be his preferred method of holding you for whatever reason. Maybe it was because he could cage you in with his arms and tentacles so you couldn't escape. Or maybe he just liked the feeling of having you so intimately close to him. You tried not to dwell on it, partially because you liked it too.

Neither of you said much of anything for a little while, being content to enjoy the closeness and intimacy of this rare moment in time.

He was the one to break the silence first. He seemed to grow restless the longer you went without saying anything and his tentacles twitched with pent up energy, leaving you wondering what was really on his mind today. Then his clawed phalanges hooked under your chin, gently turning it so he could make eye contact and ensure he had your full attention before he even attempted to say anything.

"My dear, I cannot see into what the future holds, but I believe with all my soul that you'll fit in here. You've won over each of my boys in your own way and they've come to care a great deal for you in return."

He paused to take a breath before continuing. "I'm not normally a very...romantic person... But, even I can admit that I care a lot for you. No matter what you think, you matter to us and you've made a difference in our lives...for the better. I hesitate to use the word 'love' as I don't, and maybe can't, exactly feel that...but you will always be safe under my care."

He drew closer to you, his touch growing more tender now, and his tendrils slowly undulating against your clothing. "I promise, dear..." he murmured, almost against your lips, before closing that final distance.

For a moment, you were frozen in place as your brain tried to process what all he'd said. You caught on quickly though and wrapped your arms around his cerebral vertebrae so he wouldn't pull away too soon. You felt him stiffen ever so slightly but he soon relaxed into your embrace and actually deepened the kiss further.

It was over much too soon. You had to separate to catch your breath, although he didn't seem winded in the slightest. There was a soft cyan glow colouring his otherwise dark cheekbones and you could also see a small spark of what you thought might be true happiness in his eyelight.

Neither of you said anything for the short remainder of the film and you snuggled up against him as close as you possibly could get. Your soul was practically leaping for joy in your chest at the implications of what he'd said. You'd been assured by the others, but now you had definitive proof that he really did like you afterall.

Whatever magic he'd used to put everyone else to sleep seemed to fade as the end credits began to roll. One by one, the boys stirred before waking up, although you could see they were still a bit drowsy from the effects of the spell.

"Nice of you all to join us," Nightmare remarked with a chuckle and lightly squeezed your body against himself one last time.

They could only seem to respond with a cacophony of various tired grumbles, which even you had to admit was a little amusing.

Dust was the first to move and his mismatched eyelights scanned the room before locking onto you. The intensity in his tired gaze was nearly breathtaking but you couldn't read what could possibly be going through his mind right now. He dragged himself to his feet and managed to shamble his way over to you like a dead man walking. He ended up collapsing half on top of you so that his skull was resting just above your knees.

As soon as Killer realized what he'd done, he dragged himself over to you as well, plopping himself down on your shins with his skull resting on one of his arms so he could still look up at you. Interestingly, the black ooze that always leaked from his eye sockets had slowed to a meer trickle now, possibly from sleeping?

You were slightly flustered by all this contact at once but there was still one skeleton missing. Glancing over at Axe, you saw that he seemed to be conflicted. His eyelight flicked from his two colleagues to you and back again, while his large hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

You couldn't exactly reach for him but you motioned with your chin to try and reassure him that you didn't mind if he wanted to join in. That little push was all he needed to scoot over and wrap both you and Nightmare in a big hug.

The aforementioned god let out a low growl of annoyance at basically being smothered and his claws pressed into your waist in a vain attempt to keep you to himself. Yet, he didn't shove any of them away, even though he was plenty strong enough to, as demonstrated when he used his tentacles to move some of the boys and yourself into more comfortable positions.

You couldn't move even if you wanted to and definitely wouldn't be able to for a while. Your eyes were finally starting to grow heavy, but still, you resisted the tempting allure of sleep to enjoy what had turned into a snuggle pile.

It was obvious that all four of them felt strongly about you and if the events leading up to the movie marathon were anything to go by, this wouldn't be the last time you'd need to intervene. Each of them were equally stubborn and also quite dangerous when provoked, which could quickly lead to hurt feelings or injuries.

You would have to either get good at breaking up future arguments or simply pick one of them and stick with your decision. Unfortunately, you didn't want to pick one over the others as you liked each of them equally. You'd have to give this matter a lot of thought.

You were confident you'd make the right choice though...

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babysun412 · 10 months

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Hi!! Can I please request a haechan one-shot in which he's totally whipped for yn

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you don't mind that I used Haechan's real name. I'm just used to writing with it. Anyway, I hope you like it! 😊❤

Whipped - Lee Haechan

Pairing - Haechan x Reader

You were already on your way back home when you got a text from Donghyuck. His message asked if you could stop by the practice room for while. Despite how exhausted you are, you caved and are now standing infront of the practice room door with food because you have the fattest crush on the world.

"Y/N!!!" Donghyuck shouted when he saw you through the mirror. He ran towards you and grabbed the food out of your hands. "You brought me food?"

"No," You teased with a smile. "I bought everyone food."

The dreamies came rushing towards you just as fast as Donghyuck did when you pulled out another bag from behind your back.

"You're literally the best," Jisung grabbed the bag and put it on the floor.

"I know I am," You sighed gently before patting your legs. "Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy your food."

"You're leaving?" Donghyuck's head shot up instantly.

"Yeah, I've got finals to study for," You grimaced as Donghyuck started whining at you.

"Y/nnnnnn you can study later," He had a pout on his lips as he dragged his feet towards where you were standing.

"I really can't," You tried to avoid looking at the puppy eyes he was giving you. "Everything's kicking my ass right now and i can't afford to fuck this up."

"You can study here!" Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders up and started pulling your backpack off your back. "You can study now and we can hang out after practice."

"Haechan-ah, she might be tired and just want to go home," Mark rolled his eyes at his best friend as Donghyuck proceeded to ignore him and set your bag against the wall.

"You'll stay, right?" Donghyuck's voice turned soft as he peered at you. He almost looked a bit shy.

"Yeah," You felt breathless at the smile he was giving you. "Just for a little while."

"YAY!" He screeched as he clung onto your shoulders before running back to finish his food.

By the time they got back to practicing you were almost falling asleep. Your classes had been keeping you up late at nights and you haven't been getting much sleep. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed but who can say no to Lee Donghyuck?

"Dude, she's falling asleep," Jeno sighed before looking at Donghyuck. "You should've let her go home. She's clearly tired."

"No I'm not!" You straightened up and open your eyes as wide as you could get them to wake yourself up. "I'm as wide awake as ever."

Donghyuck peered over at you with worry. The divot between his brows was deep as he bit his lip. He didn't mean to keep you from sleeping but he really missed you. He likes spending time with you and gets more motivated when he sees your face.

Once there was another break he came over to sit next to you. He rubbed his sweaty hands over his legs and stared at the way your head was leaned back and your eyes were closed.

You weren't asleep but you could feel the warmth radiating off him with how close he was sitting to you. You wish you could bask in that warmth. You've constantly been avoiding telling him how you feel because you're afraid he'll reject you.

But hey...it doesn't hurt to take advantage of the situation now does it. You slowly leaned to your left until your head landed on Donghyuck's warm shoulder. You're body finally relaxing for the first time all day.

"Oh, y/n..." Donghyuck took a deep breath before he dropped his head on top of yours.

"We have to-" Jaemin started to say but instantly stopped talking when Donghyuck held a finger to his lips and gave him a life ending glare.

"Are you ever gonna confess?" Jaemin raised a brow as Donghyuck's cheeks began to turn pink.

"Shut up," Donghyuck grumbled.

You on the other hand could hear this whole exchange and it almost made you furrow your brows.

Does Donghyuck like somebody?

"She doesn't like me back," You heard Donghyuck say but it didn't seem loud enough for anybody but you to hear it.

Donghyuck slowly reached for your hand and slid your fingers together. You could feel him tracing light and gentle circles on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry for making you stay," His voice was the softest you've ever hear it. "I know you're tired but...sometimes I just miss you."

You swear your felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when his nose pressed into the top of your head and his free hand gently pushed your hair out of your face.

"You make me really happy," Donghyuck pressed a light kiss into your hair.

"Alright let's run it again!" Mark clapped his hands before screaming when Donghyuck had pick up one of your pencils and chucked it at him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Donghyuck whisper yelled at him as you pretended to stir to not make it obvious you were awake.

Also maybe to calm yourself down because what in the actual fuck just happened.

"Haechan-ah-" Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"Five more minutes," Donghyuck huffed once he made sure you were "sleeping" again.

You had finally decided that maybe you would try to fall sleep on his arm. You could felt love burst through your chest at his words and you sleepily nuzzed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Sleep well, princess," Donghyuck ran his thumb over your knuckles as he stared down at your sleeping face.

If Chenle pretended to gag in the background then that was nobody's business but his and the ass kicking Donghyuck would give him later.

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thekinghazzastyles · 5 months

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i take my whiskey neat | eddie munson x black!reader

(anyone can read, no real description)

summary: you're new to hawkins and are invited to a party when someone catches your eye. [2.9k]

warnings: mutual pining, suggestive content (no smut (I tried but I literally cannot lmao)), drinking, smoking, weed, language, no spoilers, no upside down, bold!reader, fem!reader

a/n: this has the possibility of having a part 2 which would most likely be smut but I've never written it and idk if I can lol. if enough people beg for it maybe I can muster something up but I can't promise it will be good. omg and PLS listen to the song, it’s the only thing i listened to while writing lol. - Love , H <3

You had spent most of your time since you’d left your house for this party, smoking a cigarette outside. Being the new girl and going to parties had its ups and downs. As you finished your first cigarette and went to grab your second you were stopped.

“You’re not gonna have another one of those are you?” You looked up to see a guy with long curly black hair, smiling at you as he walked over to where you were standing. You hadn’t seen him at school during the week and he was not one of the guys that Robin, your “self-appointed tour guide” as she called herself, had mentioned, you definitely would’ve remembered a smile like that.

“What else do you suggest I smoke?” you asked, challenging him.

“Well I mean I have other plants, if you’re interested.” He said, shaking his metal lunchbox in your face.

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, smirking at him.

“Yeah,” he smirked back.

“For how much?”

“For you gorgeous, it’s on the house,” he flirted.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why?”

“Well for one, you’re new here and I suspect that it’s part of the reason as to why you have yet to head inside.”

“How do you know I’m new?”

“It’s a small town, sweetheart. And I’ve only just started seeing you at school.”

“You go to Hawkins High?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, no reason, I just feel like I would’ve noticed you.”

“You would’ve noticed me?” he asked, a look of surprise on his face as he pointed to himself as he didn’t believe someone who looked like you, would notice him.

“Uhh, yeah, you’re hot.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, you could feel his confidence oozing off of him as he got closer. So close you could feel his breath on your lips. He smelt like weed, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

“Yeah,” you responded, getting even closer. He held up the joint and you took it from his hands. You looked down at it as you twirled it between your fingers. “You gonna make me smoke alone?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He didn’t respond but instead he took out a lighter and held it up to the joint. You put it between your lips and inhaled as he held the lighter to the other end. You pulled the joint from your lips and proceeded to blow the smoke out to the side. “You never told me your name,” you said, passing the joint off to him.

He took a deep inhale and held it in for a little before tilting his head up towards the sky and blowing it out. It gave you a better chance to look at him before he brought his eyes back to you, he smirked as he handed you the joint back as he caught you staring at his hands. “It’s Eddie,” he said with a chuckle.

“Y/N.” It didn’t take long before the joint was reduced down to its filter. You took a deep breath before you came to the conclusion that it was time to head inside. “I’ll see you inside?” you asked, making your way up to the door. He looked back at you and nodded. You smiled in return and continued inside.

You were immediately ambushed by a drunk Robin who insisted that you both take shots.

“Robin, you are cut off for the night,” a voice said from behind her. He had hair that seemed to be defying gravity and was a lot less drunk than the other attendees. “I can’t make her drink alone, Steve,” Robin responded, slurring her words which made you chuckle. His eyes were brought to you at the sound. His eyebrows raised as if he were asking you who you were.

“Y/N, I’m new, Robin invited me. I hope it’s okay?”

“So you’re the new girl Robin won’t shut up about. “She’s so cool and pretty but she’s not a bitch which is great.”” He spoke as if he were mimicking Robin which earned him a fist to his bicep. “Ow- shit Munson’s here, I’ll be right back,” Steve tried to take the shot from Robin as he walked away but it soon turned into a tug-of-war. You instead turned your head to the door to see who Steve was talking about and the only person who caught your eyes was Eddie.

“Is “Munson” Eddie?” You asked, turning back to the two who seemed to be bickering like siblings.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I spoke to him outside,” you said, casually which made Robin also turn her head after she secretly took a shot behind Steve’s back. “What did you guys talk about?” she asked, handing you a shot. You gladly took it from her before responding. “Oh, nothing, he just gave me a free joint and we shared it,” you paused before you spoke again. “He’s kinda hot,” you stated, and then you took your shot.

You turned at the silence and found both Robin and Steve staring at you in shock. Both had their jaws dropped and failed to produce any words. “You think Munson, Eddie Munson,” Steve emphasized, “Is hot?” he finished, in shock. Robin on the other hand, had almost completely fallen to the floor in laughter, and would’ve if it weren’t for Steve grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back up.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“It’s just-,” he cut himself off. “Is there no one else that could check that box for you?” You took a second to look around, scanning the people in attendance. There was one other guy, but for lack of better words, he looked like a dick. Why wear a shirt to a party if you’re going to leave it open? You pointed to him, not caring if he saw, “I mean, he’s hot too, but he looks like a dick,” you said as you turned back to them.

“And is,” Robin said, vigorously nodding.

“And Eddie?” Steve asked, still confused.

“Well he gave me a free joint.”

“Is that all that makes him hot? Because I’m sure you could get free weed from someone else.”

“No that’s not all,” you paused. “He looks like he can fuck.”

“Oh my God, I did not need to hear that,” Steve whispered to himself, shaking his head.

“Oh look who it is,” Robin exclaimed, and before you could find who she was talking about she was calling out to them. “Eddie!” she said as she waved her arm in the air telling him to come over.

Watching Eddie maneuver through the crowd while occasionally stopping to greet some people made him look even hotter. He moved swiftly and calmly. Like he was in his element. Maybe it was all the weed you both smoked, but he looked like he was moving in slow-motion. When he finally got to where the three of you were standing, stopped right next to you with Steve on his other side, he smiled down at you before speaking, “Harrington, Buckley, what can I do for the two of you?”

“Oh nothing,” Robin started. “We just heard that a certain someone thinks you’re-” The rest of her sentence came out muffled, as Steve quickly put his hand over her mouth to stop her. “Thinks I’m what, Robin?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Oh,” you started. “She’s talking about how I think you’re hot,” you spoke flatly. Steve and Robin's jaws dropped for the third time that night because of something that had come out of your mouth. This made Eddie turn his head towards you. He looked you up and down before speaking, “Oh I know, sweetheart.” You both held eye contact for seemed like an eternity before turning to Steve and Robin who were silently in shock.

“Yeah I don’t think I can listen to this anymore,” Steve started. And before he could speak again Robin screamed, “Oh my God I love this song! Y/N we have to go dance!” She handed you a drink and grabbed your other hand to drag you to where everyone else was dancing.

“So,” Robin started, speaking into your ear. “What was that look between you and Eddie?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you shrugged, continuing to dance. Your eyes scanned the crowd till they landed on Eddie who was already looking at you. You held eye contact for a bit till Robin spoke again.

“Were you serious about what you said before he came over?”

“Oh a hundred percent,” you pause, taking a large gulp of your drink. “That man, looks like he would fuck me like a God.”

Robin was in even more shock than before leading her to also take a large gulp of her drink. “I can tell he’s into you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You guys have spoken for what, all of ten minutes and he’s already flirting with you.”

“He doesn’t have like a girlfriend or anything, right?” You asked, simply wanting to make sure you weren’t getting in between anything. That was not something you wanted to do within your first month of being in a new town.

“Nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘P’. “He has been single for as long as I’ve known him.” This left you to think more about him as your eyes followed him as the night went on. And the drunker you got, the bolder you got.

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For the rest of the party, Robin dragged you around introducing you to a few more people along with more shots, and splitting a joint. You found yourselves in Steve’s living room with the rest of the stragglers playing a game. The music had been turned down and the songs had switched to something a little calmer.

It was your turn to pick a card, so you reached to the center of the coffee table and read it aloud, “Pick someone to spit a shot into your mouth or take three shots.” You took a second after looking around at all of the people playing before speaking again, “Can I pick someone who’s not playing?”

“I don’t see why not,” Robin said, turning to you with a smirk as if she knew what you were thinking.

You got up from your spot on the couch making sure to grab a shot glass and the bottle of whiskey. You walked with confidence over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting, talking amongst themselves. When they realized someone had approached them and they both looked up at you but you kept your eyes on Eddie. “Hey,” you smiled at him, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“Hey,” he smiled back.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” you asked sweetly.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he turned toward to focus all of his attention on you.

“You know the game we’re playing?” He nodded. “Well, the card I picked said I have to choose someone to spit a shot into my mouth.”

“And you chose me?” Eddie's eyebrow quirked in surprise, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he relished the challenge you presented.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He slowly stood up to his full height and for the first time that night, you realized how much taller he is than you. He poured the whiskey into the shot glass and as he raised the glass to his lips, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his full lips. He grabbed your face with both hands, the warmth of his touch searing into your skin allowing you to close your eyes. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you parted your lips, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. Time seemed to stand still as you savored the taste of him, the tang of whiskey mingling with the heady rush of desire. It was quiet and you both knew that everyone had their eyes on you, but neither of you cared.

You licked your lips once he was done and held eye contact with him. Eddie brought a thumb to your chin to wipe away the alcohol that had dripped down your chin in the process and slowly brought it to his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, “Thank you.” He stood speechless, not believing someone, and you at that, let him do that in front of people. Before he realized it, you had grabbed the bottle and returned back to your spot on the couch where the original group of people sat in shock.

“I can’t believe I just watched that,” Robin whispered to herself but loud enough for you to hear. You looked over at Eddie, who was still standing watching you in shock, and winked at him. The both of you kept sneaking glances at one another throughout the rest of the night.

Earlier, Steve had mentioned to you that you could stay overnight and once Robin heard that; it’s safe to say that you could now consider your situation as being held against your will. As the night went on, the only people left were you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. You had quietly retired to the back porch to finish off the last of the joint you and Robin forgot about. You hear the door open knowing it wasn’t Robin or Steve, as Robin had finally succumbed to her excessive drinking and Steve was the one helping her out.

Eddie sat down on the chair next to you and sat so he was facing you. You both had yet to speak so you decided to pass the joint off to him. He gladly took it and placed it in between his lips. For the second time that night, your eyes were focused on his lips. Maybe a little too focused as you didn’t hear a word he had just said. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He chuckled and shook his head before passing the joint back to you. “I said we put on quite a show earlier, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said, laughing, with smoke coming out of your mouth, passing the joint over to him once again. Eddie wanted to make you laugh over and over again if it meant he got to hear that beautiful sound come from your perfect lips.

“I’m not going to lie though,” he started, taking a puff and releasing it. “I kinda enjoyed it,” he chuckled, bringing his head down and rubbing the back of his neck. Nervously thinking you’d think differently of him because of that.

You gasped and his head shot up, a look of worry on his face. But then you started smiling which soon turned into laughter. “You are a kinky man Eddie,” you said still laughing, and he laughed with you till silence filled the air between you two. “But I guess that would also make me a kinky woman, because I really enjoyed it,” you said with a straight face with a slight smirk appearing the more you looked at him. Soon, the both of you, once again, broke out into laughter.

You and Eddie talked all night and by the time you realized it, the sun was rising. Eddie mentioned that the only way you both could get out of helping clean up was if you left within the hour. You felt bad leaving without saying anything so you left a note for Steve and Robin thanking them and saying that your mom wanted you home. You walked to the party so your plan was to walk back when Eddie offered you a ride, and you didn’t have it in you to object.

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“Thanks for taking me home, Eddie,” you said to him, as he opened the passenger side door of his van and lent you a hand to assist you.

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart,” he said smiling, as he closed the door behind you.

You both walked up to your door in silence, and then proceeded to stare at one another on your front steps before he spoke again. “Do you wanna go on a date? With me? Thursday night? But if you’re busy I totally get that and if you don’t want to I totally get that too,” he was going to continue rambling on if you hadn’t cut him off.

“I would love to go on a date, with you, on Thursday night, Eddie,” you responded, answering all three of his questions, smiling at him.

“Sweet,” he whispered, smiling at you. “I will see you at school then,” he said as he backed down your stairs.

“Bye Eddie,” you beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiled back. You continued to watch him walk to his car when you realized something. “Oh, Eddie, wait!” He turned around at the sound of your voice only to see you briskly walking towards him. “I forgot something,” and before he could ask what, you pulled him in by his leather jacket for a kiss. It was soft and his reaction was immediate as he pulled you in even closer by your waist. Before the kiss got too intense you pulled away smiling at him as he looked at you in bliss.

“I’ll see you at school,” you smiled. And suddenly you were inside your house and Eddie was left in your driveway staring at the door in shock and excitement.

One thing was for sure, Eddie couldn’t wait for Thursday.

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lolishdes · 1 year

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❝He Loves me not❞ || Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: NOW THIS IS A HEAVY ONE BABES, I wanted to try something different since I mostly write lovey dovey or smutty stuff. This time I wanted to try making something more on the angsty side. Read the warnings first before proceeding !

Oh! Also, this is part of a Diluc Series I'm cooking up 👀, they are all one shots tho, none of them connect to one another. So expect more Diluc stuff from me !

✧Warning/s: Toxic Marriage, Cheating, Argument gone physical, Smut

✧Synopsis: In a modern AU wherein Diluc and you have an arranged marriage and though at first you don't have high hopes of this union, you still gave it a chance… oh how regretful you are for such a choice.

✧Word Count: 2.9k words

Minors kindly don't interact!

He was never yours to begin with. From the moment you saw the way he looked at her…you knew you had already lost.

It was your engagement party and you have invited all of your loved ones to celebrate. Both Diluc and you are currently busy attending and chatting with the guests. Everyone kept complimenting you on how much you're practically glowing that night, that it must be good karma considering how good your life has been going so far. And you couldn't agree more, everything seems so right…so perfect.

Despite how transactional your engagement with Diluc was, this man has somehow crept into your heart. He was quite intimidating at first yet somehow you knew there was a hint of softness in him. His face would hold indifference yet his touch was warm and gentle. And for that you do not regret saying yes to meeting him.

You excuse yourself from the group of guests and want to see your soon to be husband. You couldn't seem to find him from the sea of people..strange considering that his red hair always makes him stand out. By the corner you see Rosaria and Kaeya enjoying some drinks and snacks while they converse with one another. You approach them to ask Kaeya where his brother could be.

“Hey Kae, have you seen Diluc anywhere? I can't seem to find him?” Kaeya quirks his eyebrow and puts the wine glass down his lips. “I believe he went that way, by the garden. I saw him going there with Jean.” Jean? Who in Celestia was Jean? Probably one of his relatives you thought. You thanked Kaeya and exited the banquet hall.

The garden was a little wide but it was easy enough to find your way. You ended up a little deeper into the garden and started hearing faint voices, one of which you could recognize. You don't know why, but your gut feeling told you to keep your mouth shut and approach them quietly. As you approached nearer you peaked at the two people that were hiding behind some grass walls.

Your heart sank at the sight.

Diluc had one of his arms wrapped around the woman's waist and his other hand found itself on her cheek, tenderly caressing her. His eyes…it's as if he was worshiping the very ground she walked in. And the woman…Jean, looked back at him with the same affections as she smiled at him warmly.

You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable.

You felt betrayed and yet did nothing about it…months later you were then wed.

…He didn't even call your name during the wedding night. You know damn well that as he was thrusting himself inside you and kissing you passionately on the lips it wasn't you on his mind…it was her. Those sweet pet names he was giving you? That's all for her. And still you pretended as if you knew nothing of his crimes. As you both reached your climax tears were falling down your eyes. But these weren't because of pure bliss, but it was due to your husband calling out another woman's name silently under his breath while still burried inside you.

“Oh Jean..”

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Fixing yourself in front of your vanity, you applied some gloss on your lips before giving it a pop to really apply the product evenly. You were almost completely dressed up for the party and were satisfied with how you looked in front of the mirror. You gave a satisfied nod to yourself before grabbing the clutch on your bed and heading to the door.

You grabbed your pair of black heels that were inside the shoe cabinet and bent a bit to wear them ,behind you you could hear footsteps. “And where do you think you're going at this time and hour?” You didn't have to turn around to know who spoke.

“Just going to a birthday celebration, remember my friend Yelan? It's her 29th birthday.” “And where is this party located exactly?” You finished buckling the straps on your heels and stood up properly. “Just at her home, we wanted some space for ourselves and she's going to bring out her best alcohol.” You answered every question he had, but your tone sounded as if you didn't have any time for him. That irritated the red head a bit.

You turn around to face your husband, he was still in his work clothes, The sleeves of his button up were folded up and a few buttons were undone, and his red hair was down. His arms were crossed and he had his default resting bitch face. “Will be home by 10pm, don't worry I won't be drinking too much.” really though, It was unnecessary to tell him all this. In the end he doesn't care where you go, who you go with, or even what time you'll arrive home. It's always been that way.

He stopped loving you the day she entered back into his life.

“I’ll be heading off now, don't overwork.”

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Driving slowly before coming to a full stop as you arrived at Yelans house. Her house was gorgeous, very modern and yet simplistic, just the way she likes it. You parked your car just outside her house and went for the entrance to ring her doorbell. Yelan shouted “Coming!” from a distance before rushing to open the door for you. “Ah here you are, just in time.” She gave you a quick hug before welcoming her to her home.

Thing is, no one was inside the house other than you and Yelan. She just wanted a simple birthday with her best friend, throwing some grand birthday wasn't really her thing to begin with. And you're more than happy to entertain her. “Gods glad you came! And here I thought I would celebrate this precious day all alone.” She jokingly said as we walked to her mini bar.

You hopped on to a seat as Yelan went behind the counter to make some drinks. “We both know I would definitely be coming today. It's your birthday after all! Besides, there's not much to do in that house anyways. As much as possible I’d like to get out when given the opportunity.” You rested your cheek on your palm.

Yelan gives a worried look before sighing. “Is he still hooked on…her?” She pushes a drink towards me. I scoffed and took a sip. “Yeah, he is.” Yelan rolled her eyes at that before leaving the counter and sitting beside you. “He left a few weeks ago, saying it was for business purposes…But after his trip I cleaned his bag for his laundry and found some dirty panties in one of the pockets. And obviously this isn't some souvenir he got in some stall.” You took a swing of your drink and finished the whole glass. Yelan sees this and a concerned look is on her face. You wiped any excess alcohol on the corner of your lips and continued.

“The bastard is getting sloppy.” A grim look was on your face as you're telling Yelan all this. Yelan looks at you, dead serious in the eyes. “Y/N, we both know you deserve better than this.” You look at your best friend with somber eyes. "I know, but I just—" "Ah ah stop talking for a moment." Yelan interrupts.

"I know you love him...but don't you think perhaps it's time to face the fact that Diluc doesn't love you? Because if he did, the moment he saw that woman at your engagement party he would be running straight at you, showing to everyone and to her especially that he was already spoken for."

You grip on the glass tighter. Perhaps it's not love that's keeping you in this marriage. Sure you used to love him...but all that love went down the drain the night of your honeymoon. Maybe it's guilt, guilt at the very fact that you allowed for things to get this bad. That when you had the opportunity to stop this torture sooner— you just didn't.

And now that you're married to him, you thought that you might as well finish what you've started...even though it hurts.

“...Thanks Yelan, you're really helping me through this." You gave her a quick hug. "Well anyways enough about my fucked up life, lets talk about you, yeah?” Yelan wiggled her index finger in front of you. “Oh no no no don't you dare change the subject. I'm all ears right now.”

“What? No! It's your birthday for celestia's sake, I'm not spending your precious day complaining about my marriage!” Yelan places her hand on top of yours. “My dear, I love nothing more than shit talking, so…” She grabs her drink and raises it in front of me.

“Drink up.”

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Time seems to be flying fast as you hadn't realized it was already late at night. Not only that but you drank way past your limit, it would be dangerous to be out and about on the road, so Yelan insisted you'd stay for the night. Not having much of a choice you flopped on the bed and immediately dozed off to sleep. By the time you woke up it was already 8 in the morning, you groaned as you stretched and sat up from the bed, rays of sunlight finding their way past the curtains.

You feel the hangover settle in, fortunately it's not that unbearable. You walked down the stairs and to the kitchen there you found breakfast was already made for you and a sticky note just near it.

‘Gonna go out for a run! Here's some breakfast and a pain reliever, if it's really unbearable don't hesitate to stay a little longer ;D’

- Yelan

You chuckled reading this before eating the breakfast infront of you. After doing so you freshened up a bit in the bathroom and cleaned up the room you just stayed in. You don't want to be inconsiderate and leave any traces of mess, especially since you're just a guest. After doing everything necessary you locked the door behind you and went to your car. You just remembered you promised Diluc that you'd be home by 10…Ah whatever, he doesn't give a damn anyways. You're even sure that by now he's still rested nicely in his bed.

While on the road you reflect back to what Yelan said...she's right. That night could have been different, instead of heading back home earlier to cry myself to sleep, I could've celebrated my engagement party to the fullest. Nothing but smiles and joy, with Diluc beside me...proud to be called husband and wife soon...

But that's all a fairy tail. Such delusions are far from the truth and as you reach closer to home you know exactly what you have to do.

Driving back home there wasn't any traffic on sight. Though, considering that it's a Sunday morning, most people are still in their beds resting.

After parking your car inside the garage you made your way inside your home. You threw your clutch on the couch and made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But waiting there was your husband as he was eyeing you dangerously. “What happened to being at home at 10?” He takes a sip of his coffee and looks straight at you.

You're in disbelief at his attitude, why should he even give a damn about where you've been. You divert your eyes to one of the cabinets to get a glass. “Yeah about that, I got a little too carried away with the drinks. I couldn't drive properly so I stayed there at Yelans for the night.” You poured yourself a glass of water while still avoiding eye contact. Diluc doesn't seem to like this. “Can you please look at me while talking?”

You let out a frustrated inhale and just finished your glass of water to just leave, this morning you seem to have little to no patience for Diluc. You start to walk off but Diluc gets up from his chair and follows behind you. “Hey what's going on? Talk to me!” You continue to walk up the stairs ignoring your husband. He grabs your arm and stops you before you could enter the bedroom. “What the hell is your problem? Why aren't you answering me–!” “YOU ARE THE DAMN PROBLEM ‘LUC!”

You finally blew up. After months, even years of holding it in, you finally blew up on his face. You rip your arm off from his grip. “Don't you dare pretend you don't know. Because I know we both fucking know what’s wrong.” Only the sound of heavy breathing can be heard, both of you stood there silently as you spoke in almost a whisper.

“I can't do this anymore, Luc. It fucking hurts and I can’t stand seeing your selfish lying face–!” “Then why?” Diluc interjects, he looks at you coldly. “Then why did you stay? Why didn't you say anything? If it hurts so fucking much then why did you let all of this happen–!” “Dont you fucking DARE make me the villain here, Ragnvindr!”

You point a finger towards Diluc, there was no more holding back at this point. “I have foolishly led myself to believe that I might even have a sliver of chance in your heart, but it's clear now that you're only thinking about that whore of a woman!”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT” “WELL AM I FUCKING WRONG? THAT'S WHAT SHE IS IN OUR MARRIAGE, RIGHT? JUST SOME DIRTY SECRET YOU HIDE.” Diluc’s hand suddenly wraps around your throat, pinning you to the wall. His grip is merciless while his eyes only bore rage. He wants to be fucking angry well two can play that game.

“Ohh what's wrong? I thought we were talking this out. Did I hit a nerve?~” You were mocking him, an almost maniac smile was on your face as you're laughing at him. His attempts to shield his woman were ridiculous, he's going so low to the point of physically hurting you. Both of your eyes never left one another, as if challenging the other to look away, but neither of you faltered.

Your grin at him, enjoying the very fact that this time the roles were reversed, this time he was the one who was agitated.

"I'm done playing pretend, so why don't you do the same." Despite how hard it was to speak, you still had some bite in you.

A vein could practically pop from Dilucs head from how angry he is, he looks at you with pure hatred– as if you are the most vile thing he has ever seen. He inches closer at you, doing his best to intimidate you more. Both of you could practically feel each other's breath– it’s hot and heavy. There were no words being exchanged yet Diluc’s eyes somehow found themselves down to your lips, they were red and plump.

You were about to agitate him a little more when suddenly his lips crashed onto yours harshly. Without thinking you accepted the kiss, his hand was still on your throat but you wouldn't have his hand in any other place. His free hand wandered down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling you closer to him.

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Clothes were scattered all over the floor, hands were wandering and groping everywhere. There were no signs of stopping or slowing down. At one point you found yourself on top of Diluc, straddling him and taking control instead. “Nice view, is this what she saw 2 weeks ago, hm?” You mock him, his hands are then on your hips as he forces you to push yourself deeper into him. “Shut your mouth and just keep moving.” You only go faster and deeper, Diluc groans beneath you.

While riding him you're playing with yourself to help you reach your climax faster. Diluc watches the view before him, and as much as he wants to deny it but you look fucking hot right now. All angry yet horny at the same time.

You comb some hair out of your face and look down at Diluc, you can see that he's close, but so were you. As you quicken your pace you grab a hold of his face and force him to look at you “When you fucking cum I want you to scream my name, for once in your damn life call out the name of the woman that made you feel good.”

Diluc scoffs at this, “In your fucking dreams.” You hum in disappointment and slow down your pace. “If you don't, then I'm leaving you here with your cock still hard.” The red head groaned at this and grips on his hips a little tighter. “Fuck– fine fine!” You smile down at him. “That's better~” Quickening your pace, both of you continue to moan and pant out in pleasure, removing every single edge and hatred from 2 hours ago.

“Oh god I’m close!” Your thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, desperate for that release. On the other hand Diluc is panting beneath you as he looks at how you're taking him in so well. “Y/N I’m close too– Shit!” You grip onto his bare shoulders as you're about to cum. “Oh god I’m coming !” Shutting your eyes as you release, Diluc gives a strong thrust upwards as he releases his load inside of you.

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It was already 3 in the morning as you got up from the bed. Diluc was still fast asleep, but this was the perfect moment to start packing up your necessary things and head out to the door. You’ll file for a divorce later, but for now…

You look down at the red head as he is sleeping peacefully. You remove the ring off your finger, the ring that felt so heavy and ingrained into your skin. You can finally lift that weight.

You head to the bathroom and get ready to leave.

Alternative Ending

#diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #genshin smut #IM LOSING SO MUCH SLEEP DEAR LORD #its worth it thought cause fuck yeah i wanna make you all happy #also please have mercy its my first time writing angst its not my forte people

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sunflowersandsapphires · 4 months

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A Brewing Storm

In All The World, Chapter 1.2

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: This series of one-shots follows Matt and the music teacher he is steadily falling for, despite her distant familial connection to The Punisher.

warnings: angsty Matthew, Matt and Frank being little shits (mostly Frank), fluff, hints at smut

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: I KNOW THIS DIDN’T WIN THE POLL BUT I WASN’T ABLE TO FINISH THE OTHER FICLET, I’M SORRY! I hope this is a decent consolation prize for you all. The comfort piece should be done by next week!

There are a few things mentioned in this chapter that I won’t go into unless people are interested but here’s the rundown: Matt and Reader started their relationship after her testimony, though the trial had not yet ended. The ABA code of ethics doesn’t really have much to say about attorneys and witnesses, but the general rule is after they’ve testified (as long as the trial isn’t discussed) they can begin a personal relationship. The ethics rules are much more concerned about lawyers and their clients than witnesses. However, Matt asked her out during proceedings so, in his head, he did something wrong. I wasn’t planning on writing their beginning, but if that’s something you all are interested in, let me know!

Trusting the men to keep their word, you left Frank standing over the door mat while you grabbed some bath towels and a jacket he'd forgotten on your couch months ago. Returning to a room frigid with their disdain for each other, you stifled an eye roll while you passed over the items in your hold. “Here. Dry off if you can. Are you hungry? I can set another place for dinner.”

Matt stiffened from his seat at the table, blowing an annoyed breath out of his nose. Smirking in satisfaction, Frank rubbed the towel over his hair, splattering your floor with leftover rain. “Sure, kid.”

Pretending not to see your boyfriend's twisted frown, you padded over to the stove to scoop the remaining noodles into a clean bowl.

“Ok, it's not much, but I wasn't planning on cooking for three–”

“How long?” Came Frank's curt question.

Running the tip of your tongue against your molars, you blew out a breath, shoving Frank's food over to him.

“Um...”

“Eight months.” Matt answered, chest puffing out ever so slightly. Swatting at him with a glare, you grimaced as Frank gnashed his teeth again.

“For fuck's sake. During the trial?”

“Well, that is how we met.” Matt snapped back, posture rounding as the Devil slipped back into control.

“And you thought what, Red? That you could treat my case like your own personal dating pool? You of all people know how dangerous that was for her.”

“I think we are all familiar with the risks taken last summer.” You retorted, taking your seat at Matt's side, letting your knee brush against his in what you hoped was a grounding touch.

What Frank was insinuating wasn't far fetched. You had run into trouble after coming forward as a character witness, but your relationship with Matt hadn't caused that, your role in the trial had. No matter how much guilt he carried over the incident, your boyfriend was in no way responsible for the actions of the Kitchen Irish. Matt regularly got stuck in his head, castigating himself for giving in to temptation. Despite making it ostentatiously clear that you were interested in him from the moment you met, your self-conscious partner was convinced he’d somehow violated an unwritten code of ethics and manipulated you into going out with him. It had taken months of promises before Matt began to believe that your consent had been honest and voluntary the whole time–his fragile acceptance would surely combust if Frank continued to cast more doubt over the dubious start of your relationship. He didn’t need anyone’s help to make him feel like a monster.

Matt nudged your knee with his in response to your touch, though his expression was stony. You could see his walls going up brick by brick, his confidence waning as someone confirmed his worst fears.

“Are 'we'? Cause I, for one, ain’t dyin’ for you to be bleedin’ out in my bathroom again.” Frank hissed, eyes still locked on Matt as he referenced your previous injuries. “You think she's safe with you? You can’t protect her. Fuck's sake, Red–you're covered in blood at her table right now. She doesn't need to be dragged into your bullshit–”

“Enough.” You snarled, cutting Frank off. Inhaling deeply, you lowered your voice and softened your tone. “Matt, can you give us a minute, love?”

Ignoring Frank's sneer at the pet name, you placed a hand over Matt's knee, rubbing circles into it with your thumb. “Can you wait for me in my room? I'll be right in.”

“I can just go home,” Matt shifted uncomfortably, looking defeated and agonized as he slowly clambered to his feet.

“I’ll only be a minute, love. Don't leave yet please.” You squeezed his hand where it hung limp by his side, hoping that his barely noticeable nod was conveying his true intentions.

You set your jaw, watching Matt stalk into the bedroom before whirling towards Frank who was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, looking all too pleased with himself. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Frank?”

“There ain’t nothin’—”

“Nope, it's not your turn yet.” You bit out, cutting him off. “I'm not unhappy to see you, because it means you're still breathing, but you have some damn nerve coming into my house and speaking to my boyfriend as if I'm not in the room. I am not an object, nor am I anyone’s property. You do not get to dictate what is or isn't good for me, regardless of how you feel about it.“

Frank winced slightly, but he didn’t make any other indication that your words were getting through his thick skull.

Sitting back in your seat, you clasped your hands in your lap. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Frank. Lord knows you've saved my life more times than I can count, but Matt is good for me. Your views on our start and on him as a person won't change that.“

Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes to the popcorn ceiling. You grit your teeth. “Alright, if you want to be pissed, that's your prerogative. I'm sorry you didn't find out about us directly from me, but I refuse to accept full responsibility for that because you haven't responded to me for months. You don't get to just pop back into my life when it's most convenient for you.”

The towering man didn’t respond. Fine. If he wasn't in a headspace to hear what you had to say, then you were done talking. Stretching over to a nearby cabinet you pulled out a tupperware and tossed it to him. He caught it without glancing up.

“Have a good night, Frank. Text me if you ever decide you want to listen. And take that food home with you or I will be obligated to hunt you down.”

Using the seat of your chair to leverage your weight, you stood up and paced away from Frank, crossing your fingers that Matt was still in the bedroom when you reached it.

Matt’s hearing was powerful enough to register conversations a block away, let alone one room over, so ignoring the voices beyond your bedroom walls should’ve been difficult. However, Frank’s implications had worn him down, rehashing a mess of anxiety and spurning his feelings of unworthiness. If you hadn’t asked him to stay, he would’ve gone back out to find a distraction lurking in the city streets before passing out on any surface in his apartment. Instead, he lay in your bed, coiled in a ball beneath the sheets, drained of energy–feeling small and useless.

Frank apparently didn’t have much more to say because it was only minutes before he heard you approaching the closed door obscuring him. Your footfalls were light, as always. You did whatever you could to make his existence easier. It was one of the many reasons he loved you.

Your heartbeat grew stronger as you entered, leaving the door open only briefly in an effort to preserve the hideout Matt had taken shelter in. Gently crouching until you were seated on the mattress, you curled your body around Matt’s–shielding him from the abundance of sensory input and surrounding him with the subtle scent of your body wash. It was warm and sweet, comforting like the brief whiff of sugar you smell when walking past a bakery. A stark contrast to the harsh remnants of gunpowder and leather drifting in from Frank’s now abandoned seat.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked, tracing over his prickly cheek with a finger.

“Bits and pieces.” Matt exhaled roughly. “Did you want me not to listen?”

“Sweetheart, I would never ask that of you. That’s not really something you can control when we’re twenty feet away.” Turning his head into your touch, Matt placed a gentle kiss on the pad of your finger. You took a moment to study him, heart clenching at the weary expression on his face. His posture was tight, you could tell he was holding back. “C’mere, lovely.”

At your prompting, Matt’s blank face twitched, his sorrow peeking through as he shifted on the mattress.

“I’m sorry I let him in.” You murmured, threading your fingers into Matt’s hair as he wriggled until his face was squished into your stomach. “I should’ve forced him to calm down, or take it out on me. It wasn’t fair to subject you to that.”

“I’m a big boy. I can handle it.” Matt chuckled breathily, the sound coming out choked with emotion.

“I know, handsome. But that doesn’t mean you deserve to be screamed at over a misunderstanding.” Sliding down until Matt was resting against your chest, you tucked his head under your chin, wrapping him in an embrace. He hummed against you, not trusting himself to speak on the matter.

“Matty, you do know that what he said was complete and utter horseshit, right?” Your blunt question made him snort, the noise muffled against your collarbone. “No, I’m serious. He was mad that we caught him off guard, so he said that crap to get under your skin. Classic Frank tactic. He did the same shit when we were kids.”

“Did he really?” Came Matt's amused question.

“Oh yah. He’s damn good at it too. The day I knocked him off the Dig Dug leaderboard at our local arcade, he told me I was adopted. My parents were FURIOUS to hear he’d let that cat out of the bag.” You laughed, your nose crinkling as you pictured Frank hanging his head on your family’s tattered leather couch as he got chewed out by your dad.

Matt made a mournful noise, pressing impossibly closer. Rubbing his shoulders with a flat hand, you kissed his crown. “But, the next week, he took me back to the arcade so I could show him how I did it. And when the dude running the candy counter made a sexist comment about how I shouldn’t even be there, Frank forced him to apologize.”

“What’d he do? Shoot him?” Matt asked dryly.

“Just a stern talking to. With his fists.” You joked, pinching Matt’s waist. His lips tickled your skin as he smiled.

“Moral of the story is: Frank speaks without thinking sometimes, just like the rest of us. And he tends to be protective of the people he cares about, myself included.” Sliding your hand beneath Matt’s shirt, you cradled his waist tenderly, drawing delicate patterns with your thumb. “You have that in common.”

“A talent for lashing out?” Matt quipped.

Ignoring his attempt to deflect, you continued. “You want to protect me.”

“Apparently, I’m not as good at it as I thought.” Matt remarked icily.

“Yes. You are.” You poked him, tone stern. “You protect me and the rest of Hell’s Kitchen every day, regardless of what Frank thinks. You are an amazing man and a wonderful partner, and I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything, love.”

“I love you.” Matt whispered reverently, feeling his insecurities beginning to subside. You always had that effect on him. Your melodic voice and persistently kind nature acting as a life preserver when his own mind seemed determined to drown him.

“And I love you, Matty. All of you. Always.” Cupping his chin with one hand, you drew him towards your face, pecking his lips lightly. “Why don’t I help you change out of your suit so we can shower? If I’m tired, I know you’ve gotta be wiped out.”

Smirking, Matt cocked his head at you—his confidence finally reappearing after the disaster of a night you’d had. “Are you trying to get me naked, sweetheart?”

“Desperately.” You muttered, trailing a finger over the waistband of his pants. “I have not seen nearly enough of you today.”

“It must be so difficult for you,” He lamented, flopping flat on the mattress with a sigh. “Not seeing your partner.”

Snorting out a laugh, you shoved his chest playfully. “Both of us know that is not what I meant.”

He chuckled, fingers of his left hand loosening the knot of rope around his other wrist.

“Let me,” You suggested, cradling Matt’s dominant hand with both of your own, rotating it and unwinding the cord with a gentle tug. As the dirt and blood stained material fell from Matt's arm, it revealed a crisscross pattern of reddened indents in his skin—angry from being bound by the woven line for so long. Tutting in sympathy, you bent forward, kissing the marks gently before releasing your hold.

Without speaking, you tangled your fingers around his other arm, inching one finger beneath the rope, repeating the motions until he was free of them. Trailing another line of kisses down his arm towards his palm, you smiled triumphantly.

With two fingers, you pried the hem of his shirt away from his sweaty abdomen. ”May I?”

Matt nodded, a lopsided smile hanging on his lips as he arched his back off the mattress to allow you to remove his top. Rolling the fabric up and over his head, you dragged your nails up his spine, grinning at the soft whine you got in response.

“Feel good, Matty?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound dissipated into a moan when you licked a stripe over his pulse point.

“How about I mark you up this time, hm? Take care of you first for once?”

Matt rumbled beneath your lips with a small moan, his head falling back as he arched off the mattress.

Giggling, you dragged your teeth over the pulsing vein in his neck, provoking a soft mewl in the back of Matt’s throat. “C’mon, sweet boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Leaping from the bed, Matt flew after you, snatching you by the waist and locking your lips together as you clumsily stumbled toward the bathroom.

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