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I'd Answer
You've been gone. Azriel's been broken. Something has to change, and Azriel would do anything.
Part 2 of If You Cared to Ask
âThis is for you,â Mor huffed, plopping down a small bouquet of roses onto the growing garden that seemed to have sprouted on the table. âWhat is that, number twelve?âÂ
âI donât know, I donât count them,â you brushed off, your gaze falling on the gifts for a fleeting moment.
Mor hummed. âAre they doing anything for you?âÂ
âNot particularly.âÂ
Your friend shuffled into the small sitting room and gracefully landed in the chair beside yours, her eyes piercing a hole in the side of your head when you refused to look up. She sighed, and then sighed again, making a show of slotting her chin in her palm and looking forlorn.Â
The third sigh was your breaking point.Â
You placed your book on the table and turned to Mor with your brows raised. âYes?âÂ
âOh, nothing,â she airily replied. âI was just wondering when you were going to give this up. You donât have to forgive the guy, but at least put me out of my misery and let me tell him where youâre staying. Iâm basically a delivery service at this point. He says sorry again, by the way.âÂ
âOh, well in that caseââÂ
âMore than just sorry, but I canât remember everything he said. It was all rambly and his face was all gaunt.â Mor pressed her fingers up to cover her eyes. âIâm not even sure if heâs eating. Rhys had to stop sending him out because he almost fell out of the sky.â
âIs this supposed to make me feel bad?â
You hoped your ruse was believable because hearing that Azriel was doing so poorly did make you feel bad. Your heart lept up to your throat at the prospect of your mate falling from the sky from exhaustion. But he had had so many opportunities to make this right and you werenât about to give up your anger so easily.Â
Mor offered a sad expression that looked authentic this time. âY/n, he loves you. Heâs an idiot and the whole lot of them are mindless fools, but Azriel has never loved anything the way he loves you.âÂ
âYeah, Iâm sure,â you snorted. âAnd he shows that love by forgetting me and then arguing when Iâm clearly upset over it?âÂ
âI know. He told me how much of an ass heâs been. But, I promise you, Iâve known Azriel for a long time. He was justâjust handling everything with Rhys poorly. He felt so so guilty when Rhys got trapped. You know that.âÂ
You bit the inside of your cheek and avoided Morâs gaze. âI know.âÂ
The lack of vitriol in your tone had Mor perking up. âAnd you remember how hard he tried to get him backâhow broken he was when Rhys sent out his last message. Az feels responsible for everything when it comes to his family.â
You didnât need the reminder. The tortured way he carried himself over the past 50 years was evidence enough of the truth behind Morâs words. And you had been there to soothe that pain, to help run the court that Rhys left behind.Â
When silence persisted, Mor craned her neck to catch your gaze. âIâm not saying what he did was right, but you know heâs been in overdrive since Rhys returned. He goes off on those missions when Rhys calls, but⌠y/n, he only leaves without notice when his informantsâŚâÂ
Mor trailed off.Â
Your gaze finally flickered up. âWhen?âÂ
Mor bit her lip and winced. âHe told me not to tell you this part. He said he didnât want you to think he was making excuses.âÂ
âTell me anyways.âÂ
âFine. But you canât rat me out.â Mor sighed and leaned back in the chair, still facing you. âHe does go on every mission Rhys proposes, and thatâs⌠stupid, but he tells you about those ones, I think. When he just up and leaves, itâs becauseây/n, itâs because they're about you. You know thereâs a slew of people that want you dead for your involvement up in Illyria. He has a team of informants with the sole purpose of listening for you name.
âHe goes on Rhysâs missions because he doesnât want his family separated again, but sometimes, itâs because he just wants to protect his mate.âÂ
A stone dropped past your ribs and into your stomach. âBut, he never told meââÂ
âYou know these overgrown bats think that suffering in silence is an honorable thing to do,â Mor rolled her eyes. âThey overwork themselves fighting the good fight or whatever and seem to forget that the rest of the world is still out there, facing the consequences of their actions. And⌠I think he just wanted you to feel safe. I think heâs been scared.âÂ
Something sickly climbed its way up your consciousness. You looked down at your hands as they rested in your lap.Â
You hadnât seen Azriel in six days, and each day had more anger coursing through you, building up a wall that you thought impenetrable. Because you were so angry; Azriel had disappointed you time and time again, left you feeling abandoned and alone, and then he got defensive about it as if you were the one at fault.Â
Part of you always knew it was a defense of some sort, but you had thought it a defense of something nefarious. You had tossed around the idea of infidelity a few times, and that rivaled the thought of him simply falling out of love with you.Â
But it was this.Â
It was him hiding how hard heâd been trying to protect youâhowever idiotic his tactics may have been.Â
âYou can tell him where I am,â you murmured clenching your fingers into your palm. âAnd leave the door unlocked, I guess.âÂ
Mor had left the small apartment on the outskirts of Velaris before you finished your sentence.Â
It took approximately 7 minutes for a tentative knock to sound at your door.Â
Mor had left it unlocked, but there was still a knock.Â
You took a glance at the pile of flowers on the table before heading to the front door. The old floorboards creaked under your feet, a reminder of the rundown apartment you had sought out after you left. It was a frantic process, searching for a place to stay; you hadnât cared much for luxury or comfort. Â
Opening the door was jarring. Azrielâs wings were half-raised as if heâd just flown down and then forgot how to control them. His face was pallid with dark smudges beneath his eyes. His hair was windswept, expected from the flight, but it looked tugged at and disheveled beyond that.Â
âHi.âÂ
Maybe youâd been looking him over too long because Azrielâs voice cracked at the single word. He sounded unsure, verging on afraid, and all you had done was pass over his figure with your eyes.Â
You tightened your grip on the door handle. âUm, hi.â Your tone was harsher than you meant it to be.Â
Azriel flinched. âIâm sorry, Mor saidâŚâÂ
âNo, IâCome in.âÂ
You stepped back and pushed the door open to accommodate his hesitant steps into your rental. Azriel stood in the middle of the space and wrung his hands as you shuffled behind him, a slight tremor showing in his fingers. You leaned back against the door with your own hands pressed at the small of your back. You watched Azrielâs lingering gaze trail over the flowers in the corner of the room.Â
âYou didnât like them?â he meekly asked.Â
Something inside of you hurt.Â
âThey were okay,â you answered. âBut I didnât want flowers.âÂ
Azriel nodded and his lashes fluttered shut. His hands twitched.Â
âIâm sorryâfor the flowers, I mean. They were a pathetic reason to send Mor to you. You wanted to be left alone.âÂ
âI did not want to be left alone, Azriel.â You kicked away from the door, bringing your arms across your chest for some form of protection. âI wanted you. I wanted you to care about me.â
âI do,â Azriel stressed. He took a step forward and the wood beneath his boot creaked. âI do, y/n. I care about you more than anythingâI love you.âÂ
âThen why couldnât you show me? Why did it take me leaving, me getting hurt, for you to finally listen to me and see how much Iâve needed you?âÂ
Your chest was heaving, each word from your lips a choked gasp. Azriel took all of it and absorbed your full meaning, seeming to wince at every insinuation that he didnât love you. His jaw quivered and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.Â
âWhy did you stop talking to me?â you asked, a broken rendition of your anger. âWhyâMor told me⌠She told me things. Things that make sense. But why does it feel like I donât matter to you?âÂ
âMy love,â Azriel stressed. Yearned. He rushed forward, abandoning all reservations and gathering you into his arms as tears began making headway down your cheeks. âIâm so sorry, baby. I canâtâIâm so so sorry.â His words were almost lost against your temple as he held you, each apology a whisper of a kiss against your skin.Â
âYou werenât there and DevlonâheââÂ
âI know, angel, I know and Iâm so sorry. Had I known⌠Had I listened.â He pulled you back from his chest, crouching down to meet your eye and wiping tears from your cheeks. âAll Iâve ever wanted to do was keep you safe. I thought I was doing that. I donât know what Mor told youââÂ
âShe told me everything. She told me youâve been following leads about me and taking on too much. She told me youâre scared.âÂ
Azriel breathed and it sounded anguished. âI am terrified. We lost Rhysand and now you are in the throes of a society that almost killed me. IâI wake up every morning and everything is good and I am so afraid to lose that. I thought I was protecting you, protecting us. But I almost lost you andââÂ
You let out a breathy cry. âYou could never lose me, Azriel.âÂ
He pressed his forehead to yours, the wetness of his cheeks now apparent. Azrielâs hands were firm on either side of your head and his fingers laced up into your hair.Â
Gods, you missed him.Â
You missed him and everything hurt.Â
âIâll do better. Iâll be better. Just pleaseâplease, donât leave again. Please come home. Let me fix this.â
The want was overwhelming. It would be so easy to say yes, but it would be just as easy for nothing to change.Â
âYou canât do that again, Azriel,â you stressed, shaking your head and causing your mate to draw back. Only a breath was left between you. âYou have to tell me whatâs going on. You canâtâyou canât leave me in the dark. You canât make me feel like that.â
Azrielâs head shook in desperation. âI wonât. I promise I wonât.âÂ
âI need to know I can rely on youâtrust you.âÂ
âYou can, angel.âÂ
âI need to know that you love me.âÂ
A pained sound escaped Azrielâs throat. He licked his lips and reaffirmed his hold on your face, locking his eyes with yours in a beseeching gaze.Â
âI love you more than life itself, angel. I couldnât breathe when you were gone. I canât believe I made you think that I donât. You are my life. Let me show you. Please, let me show you.â
You tracked your eyes between both of his. âOkay, Azriel.âÂ
âIâm going to keep you safe.â
âI am safe.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
"I know you do, Az. I know."
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x female!reader#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#azriel fanfic#acotar#acotar fanfiction#azriel angst#azriel x y/n
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Request for Izuku coming to the readers dorm because he needed them to patch him up because training was tough and he decided to not go to recovery girl for some reason(basically just a patching up fic w izukuđ)
âNO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN, IâLL CRAWL HOME TO HER.â
ŕłŕż izuku midoriya x reader.
summary: what the ask says :)
disclaimers: established realtionship, izuku is sillyâŚ. mentions of bones being broken/other injuries, thatâs all i believe! reader is kinda suggested to be femaleâŚ
a/n: AWWW this might be my favourite ask yet! thank u đ¤ i hope i wrote this exactly to your liking.
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izuku hated relying on others. he never liked being a bother, even to those who insist he can always go to them if he ever needs anything). itâs one of his flaws, he thinks.
carrying the weight of one for all on his shoulders constantly was a reminder just how much he needed to learn how to be more independent. the broken bones, harsh sparring with his classmates, recovery girl visits. he really needs to learn how to patch himself upâŚ
currently, he sat in his own dorm. groaning to himself as he moved slightly, muscles incredibly sore. the boy slowly lifted his shirt up, revealing the bruises and small cuts he received after training for hours. as he lifted his hands up to brush his hair back, he got an idea. a very smart one!
âshe wouldnât be too mad, right?â izuku mumbled to himself as he sluggishly stood up, making his way to your dorm.
the walk was long and treacherous (itâs a minute walk). as izuku finally stood in front of your dorm, he thought about your reaction. you are a very caring person. youâll definitely be easygoing about this!
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âare you kidding me izuku?!â your jaw dropped at the sight of your disheveled boyfriend who only smiled sheepishly. you immediately turned into scolding y/n mode, rambling on and on about how he should take it easy.
âi knew youâd be a bit mad⌠iâm sorry.â
your boyfriends words made you falter in your speech as you took in the weight of the situation. he had simply gone too far in training.
instead of going to someone else, he came to you? the thought made you frown in a caring matter. you looked at him closely. his eyes glistened, looking like heâs more hurt about your reaction instead from his own wounds. his white shirt had splotches of grass and dirt on it. you couldnât help but feel responsible for your lover in this moment. you knew he only worked hard to be stronger for you and himself.
âcome in, no- donât lay on that. your shirt is covered with dirt. take it off!â you spoke to him in a exaggerated tone.
izuku froze in his movements, thinking about what you just said to him. heâs not in middle school anymore, why is he getting flustered right now?! izuku curses teenage hormones for existing.
rather too quickly for his liking: izukuâs face flushed and he nervously toyed with his shirt, âtake it off?!â
âyes. babe.â you looked at him with a puzzled expression, holding a small first aid kit in your hand (you made it for izuku at the very start of the school year after learning that he often injures himself). âi need to see where your hurt.â
âoh⌠right!â
it took him a minute to compose himself, his shyness taking over as he carefully took off his shirt. the act made you almost want to laugh as youâve seen him without a shirt on multiple occasions.
your giggly mood was completely knocked away when you took in the sight of a rather red slash on his lower abdomen.
you moved towards your boyfriend who sat against your bed frame, legs spread as if anticipating you to settle yourself in between them. thatâs exactly what you did.
âwhoa, what the hell happened here?â
âlanded on a piece of rock while jumping⌠scratched myself. i already did hydrotherapy like you said, i didnât have the materials to do anything else though.â
you hummed at his words, picking up a antibiotic and placing it on izukus wound with your right hand. he hissed at the sting and you rubbed his side with your left hand in an attempt to comfort him. it worked. izuku relaxed at the feeling of your touch on his skin.
the room was quiet, lights slightly dim, as you worked. placing gauze and then bandage around his abdomen, wrapping it twice for good measure.
you looked up, softly grabbing your boyfriends face and turning it left to right.
izuku stared at you with his bright green eyes and you blushed under his stare. you felt him toy with the bottom of your top, fiddling with the material.
âstop distracting me, iâm trying to check for cuts.â
âsorry! youâre just so pretty⌠and a really good doctor.â
you let a grin and cackle slip at his words. he laughed at your reaction, watching you carefully as you stood up. you moved towards your wardrobe and opened a drawer. izuku tilted his head in wonder, what were you doing?
you pulled out a shirt and a pair of pj pants. izuku intrigued at the items. those were both his, when had he put them in your drawer?
âoh, you left them after you slept here. i just figured i should give your stuff its own drawer.â
izuku hadnât realized he spoke out loud and he only stared at you in silent shock. you were too good for him.
you tossed the clothes towards him as he rested against your pillows, staring at you in adoration.
âwhat?â you plopped down beside him, nudging his bicep as he looked down at you.
âyouâre too good for me. thank you.â
you lit up at his loving words. if there was one thing izuku was perfect at, it was making you feel loved unconditionally no matter what.
âoh stop, youâre too good for me.â
âwe could argue about this for hours, just accept it.â
âum no! everyone knows youâre too good for me.â
âiâll start rambling about you if you donât stop.â
â⌠and who says i wouldnât like that?â
izuku paused, a grin slowly creeping up on his face at your serious expression.
you cracked, turning into a laughing fit and he laughed with you, holding you in his arms. the pain that he felt in his muscles not too long ago had seemingly faded away as soon as he held you in his embrace. your warmth and love felt as though it healed him.
izuku hated relying on others. but, he knows no matter what â youâll always make sure he knows he can rely on you for anything.
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I'm back with another request!!!
This one is remusĂfemreader bc we love remi in this house
Basically, remi and reader are arguing about something stupid (something to do with books) and there's a lot of flirting going on whilst arguing. Remus starts becoming a little amused while arguing and tries to hide his smile (we all know he has eyes that glitter when he's happy). Reader gets annoyed and starts going off on him and Remus kisses her to shut her up. The thing is, the reader has never been kissed before. And she REALLY likes him. So she's shocked to say the least. She stares at him in disbelieve and Remi's like "what" and she goes "you kissed me" "ik" Remus says plainly. "I've never been kissed before" reader whispers while looking down, ashamed. Remus feels bad so he takes her by her shoulders, tilts her chin up, and kisses her again. Properly.
Thanks, love! Here are some flowers for you đ
soooo cute - hope I did your idea justice!!
Remus Lupin x fem!reader who has never been kissed
CW: fluff, narrative around consent
âI cannot believe you just said that.â You deadpanned, staring at Remus with a fiery glint in your eye as he watched you very clearly try to fight off a smile.Â
âWhy would I not say it?â Remus asked incredulously as you repositioned yourself on the sofa to angle your body towards him for better arguing.
âBecause itâs so incredibly wrong.â
âWell now thatâs ignorant.â
You scoffed disbelievingly at him. âYou did not just call me ignorant.â
âNope, wrong again.â He laughed. âI said your statement was ignorant.â
âIn what sodding world did Amy and Laurie make any sense?â You asked then, slapping your hand against your knee to punctuate your question.
âUhm, this one? Obviously, thatâs why itâs canon.â
You pursed your lips as if you were restraining yourself from bodily launching yourself at Remus; he really wished you wouldnât.
âAuthorâs donât get it right all of the time.â You said instead of telling Remus to go fuck himself.Â
âI donât think thatâs true; this book has become a classic for a reason. Louisa May Alcott didnât write these things by accident, there was intention and purpose behind these characters and their choices.â
âYes, and the purpose was to drive readers mad!â You nearly screeched.
âOr perhaps it was to illustrate to young women that they donât need to settle for their childhood friend.â He countered.Â
âIt wasnât settling! She loved him back!âÂ
Remus couldnât help but smile then; between your passion, how cute you looked when you were wound up, and the fact that you were screaming about love made his own heart beat in double time.Â
âYouâre sodding laughing at me.â You narrated with a disbelieving head shake, clearly misinterpreting Remusâ lovesick expression for humour. âRemus Lupin! Stop laughing at me!â You shouted playfully, landing a few good whacks on his arm with the book as he pretended to shield himself from you.Â
âOkay, so not only do you have horrid takes on classic literature, but you also use classic literature to assault people? What has the world come to?â Remus teased as you continued your attack.Â
âYou. Are. Infuriating!â You spat, punctuating each word with a whack as you moved to stand on your knees for better access to Remus.
Better access indeed he decided as he quickly grabbed your wrists, rendering your weapon utterly useless as it hung limp in your hand.
âIâm infuriating, am I?â He asked you quietly.
âExhausting.â You agreed, matching his volume.
âExhausting?â
âTroublesome.â
âIs that so?âÂ
âAnd completely unromantic! I mean, how could-â
But he never got to hear what your next argument was about how perfect Laurie and Jo would have been together before he quickly slotted his lips against yours.
For how energetic the conversation had been, the kiss was decidedly not; it was soft, gentle, tentative, and Remus only hoped you couldnât read him like a book for how utterly in love he was with you.Â
And entirely too soon was Remus pulling away from your face, still holding your wrists as he looked between your eyes.
âYouâŚkissed me.â You whispered; the statement sounding nearly like a question as you looked at Remus with a mixture of shock and bemusement.Â
Remus felt his stomach drop; was he not supposed to? He should have asked first; fucking arse. Had he read this all wrong; were you not into him like that? Had he been projecting his own feelings onto you, merely expecting you to reciprocate feelings heâd never properly expressed?Â
âYesâŚI- was that not okay?â
âIâŚIâve never been kissed beforeâŚâ You admitted quietly, arms falling limp in Remusâ hands as he loosened his grip.Â
âOh dove, Iâm sorry. I- didâŚyou want to be kissed?â He asked, leaving out the âby me?âÂ
You looked surprised at his question; the corner of your mouth turning upwards as you examined Remus' face. He hoped to Godric his cheeks werenât as red as they felt.Â
âVery much so.â You whispered.
Feeling hopefully brave by the way your fingers were fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve and the way your eyes were fixed on his lips, he moved his hands to your waist and encouraged you to straddle his lap. You positioned yourself immediately, as if being in his lap was the most natural thing in the world, watching as his hands trailed up to your shoulders and down your arms, guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders.Â
âYeah?â He asked under his breath.Â
âPlease.â You whispered back.
âOh pretty girl,â he cooed; pushing a lock of hair behind your ear before hooking a finger under your chin to pull your lips towards his. âItâd be my absolute pleasure.â
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin fic#remus lupin blurb#remus lupin fluff#remus lupin ficlet#remus lupin imagine#fem!reader#first kiss#first kiss trope#ellecdc fics
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inextricably bound - viktor, jayce
summary; stuck in a plane above all else but at least you're together
genre/extra tags; oneshot, fluff, bad jokes?, a dash of angst?, czech viktor, jayvik are canon fuck whatever christian linke was saying, just two bros being soulmates in every timeline and they're each others everything (but not in a gay way am i right chat /j), god forbid two dudes be canonically gay in every timeline, sorry im pissed off, im coping with jayvik being gone, OOC jayvik??, i dont know how to write for jayce well, jayvikreader poly sloppy toppy (jk), it's like implied that reader just got pulled in and doesn't know the dramatic moment they had n the astral plane before finally making up., headcanon that the astral plane is almost like being in limbo for death or reincarnation
[reader's gender not specified or mentioned]
word count; 808
a/n; can you tell im mad that there are jayvik non believers? like hate them all you want, but you can't just say that they were just bros and im glad most of the fandom can understand that. am i absolutely greedy for viktor? yes, but im not taking him away from his literal soulmate/twin flame/whatever the fuck gay shit they got going. also i feel like this isnt my best work but anyways enjoy :)
empty.
that's what being in the astral plane feels like. but it's calm. most of your body is engulfed the stars that you once looked up to. now you were part of that. not as a star but as a being. your face is illuminated a white gold shimmer.
"love?" a voice echoes and before you know it, two familiar faces are close to yours.
"vik? jayce?" your voice echoes in the listless space. and it's only then do you register how.. normal they look again.
despite the stars that cover their body and shimmering light of the ethereal, they look like themselves. it was the viktor and jayce you knew. your hands move, your body floating as you hold viktor's face.
"it's you. viktor.." the mentioned male looks at you, guilt and love in his eyes. jayce's hand rests on the small of his back, a silent encouragement for the shorter man. "it's you.." your voice trembles. viktor can't look you in the eye until jayce's hand gently nudges him, and it's only then that he sees the absolute love pouring from your eyes. "i should be more concerned that we're stuck here, but fuck.. i missed seeing you."
you can't exactly cry in the astral plane. your tears end up sparkling and twinkling away and become part of the galaxy you've been pulled into.
"milĂĄÄek.." you don't even realize how much you've missed his normal voice until now. even if it did have that ethereal echo, it was still him. your viktor. your forehead presses against his for just a moment.
"you... i have a lot to say, but let me be happy for just a moment." viktor tenses at your words, but he relaxes in your touch. you pull away to give jayce the love you missed giving him.
"jayce.. you did so well. more than well. i don't know everything of what you experienced, but you never gave up. didn't know i could be more thankful for you." jayce smiles brightly at your words as you hold his face between his hands in appreciation.
he looks at you with that look he used to give you and viktor when things we once normal. that silly lovesick grin on his face, but you know he can't express how thankful he is for you and him. "i missed you so much, too. you have no idea." he said softly.
"now, with that out of the way, what exactly happened?" the two men look at each other before slowly explaining how everything started and ended with them. and they definitely ended it, seeing as they were taken here by the crystal that jayce held so dear to him. "but why am i here then? i mean, it makes sense for you two to be here. you're basically soulmates."
"don't say that, milĂĄÄek. we love you too. whether you're in this timeline or not." viktor said gently, floating to you and holding you in his arms. "we won't allow you to think so lowly like that. especially when jayce is around. and especially because that line of thinking does not seem to do well for us. my insecurities blinded me to want to fix everything to a dangerous degree.." he confesses.
"youâre ours whether you like it or not. and it's not like we can find a way to leave here." jayce smiled softly, his large arms wrapped around yours and viktor's shoulders. he hugs you two close, not missing a moment to hold you both in his arms.
"i guess it was really meant to be when i said you're both stuck with me forever." you joked, kissing them on the cheek. "but we're really stuck here?"
after your kisses, viktor starts giving his share of kisses. "it would seem so. not that i'm complaining." jayce joins in on the sweet kissing session, making sure to give as much as he could before you or viktor start telling him to stop. echoing laughter rings out in the empty void. the cold of the astral plane could never make you shiver when you were with the men who did nothing but give you warmth.
"maybe we'll just reincarnate. do you believe in reincarnation?" you asked between kisses. they pause for a moment, contemplating your words.
"eh.. well, i'm sure it wouldn't be crazy to believe in reincarnation." viktor said with the slight tilt of his head, his look silently conveying his uncertainty but uncaring of it.
"if we do get reincarnated, i'll make sure to find you two before anything else." jayce whispered, his face firm with determination and love.
"that's so sweet. and sappy." you laughed lightheartedly.
the two men can't help but join in with their own laughter and just for a moment, the stars twinkle a little brighter as if joining in on the joy.
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Ëđđ warnings... mentions of alcohol consumption, reader being touchy
⌠your head felt all fuzzy and lightweight as you stumbled around at the frat party, the loud bass going right through your body as you drunkenly looked for chris.
you had no idea how you had even agreed showing up to a party, but it was probably from days of complaining and pleading from your friends, telling you to get loose for a moment, and that not all weekends are made for studying.
you and chris had hung out a few times after school, eventually also attempting to study together, which chris didnât like. at all. he couldnât deny he thought you were the prettiest thing to ever walk the earth, but he was scared shitless youâd turn him down if heâd ever ask you out. so, he tried is best to keep his calm around you.
after running around, stumbling into people and mumbling âsorryâ quietly a million times, you saw chris sitting on a couch in the corner, all by himself. he immediately looked up when he saw a figure wobbly making its way towards him.
your skin was flushed due to the alcohol, a hazy smile on your face as you waved at chris, too drunk to notice him messily push a ziplock bag and some cash into his pocket, waving at him.
âhi, chris!â you chirped as he waved back, gazing up at you and your pretty form. âhey there. yâlook pretty.â he said, raising a brow at you when you went a little too giggly at his words, obviously not in your right state of mind. you did a quick spin for him, before pointing at the empty space next to him on the couch.
âcan i sit?â chris nodded immediately, patting the soft cushion next to him, watching as you sat down, your body rubbing up against his as you placed your purse in your lap. âare you having fun?â he threw an arm around you, sliding it down your side to push your dress back down so no one could snoop a look at the color of your underwear, before bringing it back up to your waist.
you nodded with a laugh, shuffling closer to him, an arm around his neck as you looked up at him, smiling drunkenly. âyes! me and my friends went daaancing,â you wiggled your eyebrows, and chris could basically taste the alcohol from here, even though he could already tell you were drunk from your overly-bubbly state.
âyeah? that sounds nice,â he smiled back at you, a part of him enjoying seeing you a little more relaxed and loose than usual⌠well, until:
âyou know, youâre really nice⌠and you look nice too,â you whispered, bringing your lips to his ear, your hand resting on the back of his neck, before making its way through his hair. chris immediately caught onto what was going on, shifting just a little back from you, his face red as you continued caressing his hair.
âo-okay, hey-â he said, feeling your fingers start to slide up the side of his face. despite his flustered state, his hands went to cup yours, taking them off of his, now warm, body and face. âi like your face..â chris nodded, a hum escaping his lips as he managed to get a hold of your hands, looking up at you to meet your droopy eyes and flushed face. âtake me home, chrisâŚâ you breathed, leaning closer to his body.
âsure, letâs get you back home,â chris let one of his hands slip from yours, wrapping around your waist to hoist you up from the couch, until your voice sounded again. âno, chris! take me home..â he was quiet for a second, until you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with a sly expression.
âall right, what the hell did you have to drink..â he mumbled to himself as he felt his face turn red, pulling you up from the couch, a tight grip on your waist, his other hand carrying your purse as he guided you outside. âum- i dunno, i canât really remember..â you slurred your words, leaning into his body as you finally reached his car, a squeak slipping past your lips when he hoisted you into the passenger seat.
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after chris drove you home, getting you to change out of your dress after minutes of explaining to you that you werenât taking it off to have sex, taking your makeup off for you, and making you chug down an aspirin or two, he sat by the edge of your bed, watching as you were practically dozed off already. as he got ready to leave, you held onto his hand before he could even stand up. âchris?â you mumbled tiredly, looking up at him with barely open eyes. âyeah?â he glanced back down at you, his thumb carefully caressing your soft skin.
âwill you still be here when i wake up?â you asked as if this was all some sort of dream to you, and he didnât exist at all. he chuckled, letting go of your hand to run his fingers through your hair. ââcourse i will. iâm stayinâ right where i am,â he said as he watched you break into a wide smile, your cheeks flushing again.Â
âgood.â
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Poly! The Lost Boys x GN! Reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: slight physical violence (manager grabs reader's arm), verbal abuse
Prompt: âAre you SURE I canât punch him in the face?â / âYes.â / âWhat if I just break his nose a little?â
Summary: The boys have been coming to the diner youâre waiting tables at for a while. Your manager is not a fan. One night things escalate.
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The bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of new customers. You looked up after placing the food in front of an older couple, and a bright smile lit up your face as you saw the group of four that just walked in. David and his gang have been coming to the diner for months now. They showed up one night, seemingly curious about the new place that had just opened on the boardwalk. You took their order, they made a few flirty remarks, you flirted right back, and that was it. They obviously took a liking to you and have been coming back every other night. It was honestly the highlight of your day, your stomach flipping in excitement every time. Even if they barely ordered anything, they still spent hours there, and you made an effort to go over to them and chat when work got slower and you had some time.
Your manager clearly didnât like that. He complained before that they make other customers uncomfortable â although it didnât seem that way to you â, and chastised you for encouraging them to spend so much time there. He made it a point to give you meaningless tasks so you wouldnât have time for them, making them leave quicker. He had also been making snide remarks about them and glaring at their table to the point that they started noticing it.
You could basically hear him rolling his eyes from behind the counter as you walked up to their booth and greeted them.
âHey guys, long time no see,â you joked.
âHi babe, did you miss us?â Paul purred resting his head in his hand, giving you a dreamy look.
âMaybe,â you smiled coyly. âMaybe not. Who knows?â
âYouâre such a tease,â he pouted, but his eyes were smiling.
âYou know you like it, Paulie.â
âOh, I absolutely love it,â he grinned right back at you.
You chuckled. âWhat can I get you guys? The usual?â
âCan I have you for dinner, sugar? I promise Iâll be gentle. Unless you donât want me to,â Marko said with a shit eating grin on his face.
âYou and gentle are on two different planets when it comes to eating, Marko. Babe, if I were you, I wouldnât let his teeth near me.â
Marko swatted at Paul, who grabbed a menu to shield himself. âShut up, dude. Youâre no better either. You make even bigger messes than I do.â
âNot true.â
âWho complained about his pants getting ruined just a few days ago? Again.â
âCome on, man, that was one time.â
âLike I said. Again.â
âYeah? Well you-â
âBoys,â David interjected before it could get any more out of hand. âHow about we order already?â His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it that caused the other two to begrudgingly back down. It was a good thing too. Some of the other customers were already staring at the commotion, shuffling uncomfortably in their seats and whispering among themselves. You could feel your manager practically glaring holes into the back of your head.
They proceeded to give you their orders one by one, and after writing them down and sending them one last smile, you went to relay the orders to the cook. Thatâs when your manager walked up to you, his stormy expression promising nothing good.
âI need to talk to you for a second,â he stated.
Holding back an eye roll you nodded, âSure.â
âI told you before that they are not welcome here,â he started, sending a glance towards their table. âTell those punks to behave or theyâll get kicked out. This is a respectable establishment. We donât want some hooligans bringing down our reputation.â
You wondered whether he had the balls to do the kicking out himself, but all you said aloud was âYes, sir.â
When you brought out their food, Dwayne caught your wrist to get your attention.
âIs he giving you trouble again?â He motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, and you looked to see your manager staring out the little window cut into the door.
âItâs fine, nothing I canât deal with,â you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. Dwayne gave you a concerned look but nodded, trusting your word.
âThanks for checking in with me though,â you added, feeling a little bashful all of a sudden, not really used to people caring this much about your well-being.
âOf course,â he smiled back at you.
After giving them their food, you wanted to stay and chat for a bit more, seeing as there werenât many customers, but you could still feel the glare of your manager so you thought better of it. You went back behind the counter and started wiping it down.
You busied yourself with other tasks for a while, refilling a few coffee cups and making small talk while doing so, cleaning up tables after customers left and taking the orders of new arrivals. Even so, you kept stealing glances at them, blushing when you caught David already looking at you a few times. You noticed that he had a habit of following you around with his eyes while you were working, and although you were slightly unnerved at first, now it felt reassuring to know that he was constantly watching over you.
Tearing your eyes from him you wondered, not for the first time, what their life might be like outside these nightly visits. As much as youâve gotten to know them these past few months, they were still an enigma in a sense. You havenât seen them around town during the day before, and every time you asked questions about their background, they skillfully redirected the conversation. So you stopped inquiring, afraid that your prodding will drive them away. For now, you were satisfied with just having them here every other night, brightening up your shift with some light flirting and laughter.
Speaking of laughter, you looked up at the sound of a commotion, only to see Marko dodging a fry chucked at his head by Paul and quickly countering with an attack of his own. Paul barely had time to hold up his menu, the handful of fries bouncing off its surface and onto the seat between them, some of it dropping to the floor. He just let down his impromptu shield, when an onion ring landed right in the middle of his face. The whole table burst out laughing, and he was pointing an accusatory finger at Dwayne, who was shrugging his shoulders with a grin. David was leaning back, watching the food fight with amusement, sipping on his drink.
You couldnât help but chuckle at their antics, not even bothered that you will have to clean up the mess they created. You headed to the back to get a broom, already thinking about a witty line to tell them off. You just turned around to go back out there, when your manager grabbed your arm. Startled, you let go of the broom and it loudly clattered to the floor.
As you looked into his eyes, you saw that he was seething.
âYou tell these low-lives to get the hell out of here right now. Enough is enough. They are loud, not respecting other customers, and now they are making a huge mess by throwing food around. Iâve had it up to here with all this. If they keep coming back Iâll have to do something about it,â he hissed at you, then gave you a look which made you feel like dirt under his shoe. âIt would also help a lot if you werenât encouraging them. Batting your eyelashes like a common whore. You think I couldnât replace you within a few days? You need to start behaving like a professional or so help me Iâll kick you to the curb.â
His grip on you was tightening with each word, and you tried not to flinch. Youâve never seen him so angry before and it was starting to scare you.
âIâm just trying to be friendly with the customersâŚâ
He wasnât having any of it. âEnough with the fucking excuses. You go over there and tell them to get out right now.â
âYes, sir,â you squeaked out and as soon as he let you go, you rushed out of there, broom forgotten on the floor.
David was already looking at you when you approached them. His eyes were on you the second you stepped out of the door, his mood darkening as he took you in. Dwayne picked up on it as well, following his gaze to you. He became alert when he saw your stiff posture, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your apron.
âHey, dollface,â Paul greeted you with a radiant smile, âhave you tried this milkshake before? Itâs fucking amazing.â
His grin instantly disappeared from his face when you didnât smile back.
âEverything okay, babe?â he asked, a bit unsure.
You gave him a sigh before you spoke, âIâm sorry, guys, but you have to leave.â There was silence at the table.
âHe did this to you?â Markoâs voice was cold as he asked while staring at your arm, where a bruise was already starting to form.
âMarko, itâs nothing, donât worry about it,â you tried and failed to calm him down. He looked like he was fuming, ready to explode.
âSweetheart, thatâs not nothing,â Dwayne spoke up next, his jaw tight.
David didnât say anything, but he was glaring down your manager with such intensity, that you saw him scramble back into the kitchen from the corner of your eye.
âI wanna punch him in the face,â Marko stated, and you had no doubt that he would if you let him.
âPlease donât. I need this job to pay my bills,â you sighed. You were getting exhausted at this point, and just wanted this shift to be over.
âHas he done this before? Hurt you?â Paul asked the question all of them wanted to know the answer to.
âNo, he just likes to remind me that Iâm a failure,â you smiled wryly. âBut itâs nothing I canât deal with. I promise.â
âAre you SURE I canât punch him in the face?â Marko repeated, this time with the corner of his mouth turning upward into a little smirk.
âYes.â
âWhat if I just break his nose a little?â Now he was full on grinning.
You snorted. âMan, I would pay money to see that! But like I said, I really need this job. And if you do break his nose, even just a little bit, Iâm sure as hell getting fired.â
David finally spoke up. âAlright, we wonât cause you any more trouble. Letâs go, boys.â
They all stood up, filing out one by one, each of them sending death stares towards your manager peeking through the kitchen door. You watched their retreating figures through the window for a second longer, already dreading how much more boring your shifts are going to be from now on if they donât come back.
Out in the parking lot Dwayne turned to David. âWeâre going to do something about this, right?â
âYes, weâre definitely doing something about it.â He sent a smirk to the others, and as they silently communicated down the plan, they began grinning as well. They got on their bikes, and with a lot of heavy revving, they sped off into the night. It was a promise for later.
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park sunghoon x gn!reader
non idol au + 7 minutes in heaven + exes to situationship + angst + light fluff + college au + oral sex (giving) + blow job + implied unrequited love (hehe)
a/n; technically could be read as male reader
sunghoon didnât want you. he made it very clear that he didnât want to have you, just desire you. the words he had said that day âweâre better at wanting each other than having each otherâ rang through your head for weeks. it made sense, how heâs only want you to show off, to have fun but never to actually have soft moments with.
it was always you yearning for gentle love. you werenât exactly all soft, you were like a current of waterâ calm and steady but overflowing and aggressive when pushed âŚbut he was fire. consuming and evaporating. he drained you.
at some point you agreed. you two are better as anything but lovers. as much as it hurt.
heâs always around. you have mutual friends. itâs⌠painful. you always yearn for what couldâve, but you wish desperately to move on just like he has. you wish it didnât bother you despite how little you think of him. still⌠your heart naturally yearns.
âseven what?â you ask as you take a sip of your drink.
âseven minutes in heaven!â ni-ki exclaims, grinning sadistically.
âwhatâs that?â you ask, genuinely.
sunoo and jay turn to you. âyou being for real?â
âyes,â you raise a brow, âokay, call me stupid then.â
âno one is calling you stupid,â jay defends.
âi am,â ni-ki snorts. you narrow your eyes at him, âseven minutes in heaven is basically whoever is paired has to be in a room or closet for seven minutes or however long and do some freaky stuff.â
you blink, âoh.â
âletâs go play!â ni-ki shouts to the people that attended the party.
it was a total of 12 people. the bottle spun. cheers. boos. if anyone wanted to skip, they had to take a shot of lemon juice. you werenât certain if youâd skip or anything, depended on who you were paired with. still, you wondered â what if you were paired with sunghoon?
the boy is clearly having fun with jay, whoâs next to him. they chat between themselves, they laugh. why does it bother you? is it because clearly youâre not even worth acknowledging? not even a glance? you feel so alone.
âsunghoon aaanddâŚ. y/n!â
you blink out of your thoughts, snapping your head towards ni-ki. âiâll take the lemon shot.â
âwhat?â everyone gasps, disappointed and shocked.
sunghoon huffs, âwhat? youâre not over me? scared youâll spill out your feelings?â
âyouâre not worth my time,â you say as casual as possible and take the shot.
itâs bitter. sour. you make a face but you wonât show them youâre affected. sunghoon is saying something. you donât know what. itâs not worth it. you mean nothing to him. so⌠why do you keep making him something for yourself? heesung is next to you, he puts a hand over yours while everyone continues the game.
âyou good?â he asks softly, covered by the shouts of enthusiasm from everyone when the next pair is chosen.
you shrug, âi guess i am. i just like to keep clinging onto things that stopped having meaning long ago.â
heesungâs eyes soften, ây/n⌠if you want to leave iâll leave with you.â
âfor what? iâm not⌠upset.â you look around, unsure what to stare at. everyone looks happy. âi just⌠i donât know.â
âyou wish things were different?â
you shake your head, âi wish i was different. why do i feel likeâŚ.â
âlike youâre not moving on?â his thumb rubs over your knuckles. you nod. âeveryone goes through it differently.â
you look at him.
âdonât feel bad because heâs indifferent and you canât do the same. that just shows youâre real with your processâŚâ he stares at you lovingly, ây/n-â
ây/n anddddddd,â ni-ki spins the bottle again, âsunghoon again!â
everyone is quiet. this is awkward. again? heesungâs fingers twitch over your hand.
âlemon shot?â ni-ki offers, shifting his sight between you and sunghoon.
âiâm down,â you say.
sunghoon doesnât smirk. his expression is neutral. âme too.â
still, the tension doesnât dissipate from the atmosphere. jay and heesung glance at each other. you take your hand out from under heesungâs and pat his hand with tender appreciation. heesung watches as you stand and go to the room with sunghoon. ni-ki had stated before hand that thereâs no closet big enough for two people. a room had to do.
sunghoon walks into the room first, you follow suit. the door isnât even closed behind you fully when he slams you into it. the lock clicking, your eyes strain on sunghoonâa glaring eyes.
âthe hell-â your mouth is suddenly attacked him his lips.
heâs kissing you. you almost push him off, but your body goes lax as he opens his mouth and starts to makeout with you. your canât help it, heâs always been your guilty pleasure. you pant when he pulls away, his warm, moist breath on your lips.
âthat it? nothing more in mind?â you ask, challenging despite how frantic your heart is beating inside your chest.
he grins, âi have a couple of ideasâŚ.â he said, glancing down at your lips again.
you hum back, his cockiness giving you an idea. you kneel down in front of him, bringing you eye level with his crotch, âletâs see what you can take for the remaining five minutes.â
âone way to find out.â he said, immediately excited at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. you reached up and unbuttoned his pants, shimmying them down slightly, ây/n are you really..?â he asked, suddenly thereâs doubt in his eyes.
âbacking out on me?â you ask, snickering at him. you palmed him through his boxers and he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the door with a thud.
you smirked and reached into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his dick and pulling it out. you kitten licked the tip and his hips twitch. he lets out a soft whine.
âquiet. or do you want them to hear how whiney you get for me?" you warned.
you hardly gave him a chance to think about it before taking him into your mouth, he let out a low moan for a second before he remembered what you said and held it back. you sank down as far as you could, slightly gagging as he hit the back of your throat, the sensation making his dick twitch in your mouth. still, youâre a trooper, it doesnât faze you after a second.
you took your time sucking him off, keeping your actions slow and teasing. he bucks his hips up into your mouth and you bring a hand up to his hips, pushing him back into the door and holding him in place. he whines, pushing up against your hand. you pull back and he falls out of your mouth.
he whines out of frustration, ây/n- please i was so close. felt good-â
âcum when i tap your hip, not before. not after.â
he whines, not liking the order but still, he nods.
"thatâs better." you say before guiding him back into your mouth.
you go back to your slow pace, trying to keep him from getting to the edge too quickly. his hips twitch, hinting at how close he was. you lap at the underside of his dick, his breath hitches. you hear footsteps coming from the hall, your time is almost up. yet you bob your head, you move your tongue and he canât keep his noises to himself. they knock on the door â you tap â he cums in you mouth with a gasp.
âuh, timeâs up,â someone says, you pull off of sunghoon.
heâs slump against the door, breathing uneven. you tuck him on lazily, coming up and being at eye level again. you grin, âthe only one that spilled anything here was you baby,â you peck his lips, taking in his hot, heavy breaths.
he grabs you by the back of your head and kisses you again.
âguys-?â
âiâm sorry-â sunghoon pants between kisses, âgives us a minute!â
âuh- sure?â and then thereâs giggles from the living room.
âanother minute?â you question, eyeing sunghoon with that tenderness you wish you didnât have for him.
sunghoon nods, breathing normal now. âi just⌠i need one more minute with you. even if itâs the last.â
you close your eyes and your head falls forward into his neck. âdonât.â
ây/nâŚâ
âyou broke up with me. you left me.â you whisper, scared to break down into tears at the memory.
âi know,â he whispers, âiâm sorry⌠i just⌠feel so undeserving of you.â
âme tooâŚâ
you stay there in his embrace. he doesnât want to let goâŚ. neither do you. just one more minute⌠you two allow yourselves to love just one more minuteâŚ
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Selfish - Alastor x Reader Oneshot
You face-planted on your bed, what semblance of energy you had left disintegrating and blowing away in the wind.
Today was too long a day.
Charlie needed some comfort after seeing the news roast the hotel again.
Vaggie needed to be calmed down because everyone got on her nerves.
Angel Dust needed a good hug and reassurance that he was worth something.
Husk had drank too much and threw the empty bottle at you when said as much. (He apologized afterward and the guilt made it easier for you to usher him to bed)
Lucifer was disassociating hardcore and you had to walk him through basic selfcare.
Nifty....Was Nifty.
Not that you minded that they needed different help here and there. Everyone needed a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to. And as far as you were concerned, it really was the least you can do. You couldn't fix their problems, but you can carry some of the load for them. That was...something, right?
A knock on the door made you grimace. Masking your agitation with a neutral expression, you opened your door to see none other than the Radio Demon himself.
He grinned down at you, his arms crossed behind his back, his posture straight, his clothes smooth and unwrinkled.
But...his grin seemed a bit strained, at the corners.
Alastor was difficult to comfort as he insisted he didn't have emotions anyway. And he hated to be touched. And his favorite food was raw venison or demon meat. So most of your techniques didn't have much ground.
However, he did love to laugh. So when he needed it, you would often play the role of a clown.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms across your chest and looked up at him with an exaggerated grin.
"Whazzzzah?" You said, intentionally making your voice nasally and high pitched.
Alastor picked you up like a suitcase and carried you back to your bed, sitting you down on the edge of it and kneeling in front of you. His expression didn't change as his eyes flicked over you.
You swallowed thickly. "Er...What bees the ups my dudes?"
No change in expression. No confusion, no mild irritation.
You started to get fidgety. Maybe you needed some new material? You like doing the funny voices and the purposely incorrect grammar, but if he was sick of it it'd be-
You train of through abruptly derailed as Alastor's hand came up to cradle your face. The other one brushing some of your hair out of your eyes. One claw lightly grazed your skin and you winced.
"So Husker's little fit did hurt you, hm?" He said, pressing the pad of his thumb against a spot typically hidden by your bangs - now adorned with a partially scabbed-over cut.
You winced again "What're you talking about?"
"Oh, my dear. I heard what happened between the two of you. The drunkard got a bit too brash and ended up hurting you."
You sighed "It was an accident."
Alastor's eyes narrowed "Ah yes, it's always an accident with you."
You met his glare "What do you mean by that?"
The Radio Demon waved his hand, materializing some first-aid equipment. He didn't even let you know when he applied some antiseptic to your cut making you hiss through gritted teeth.
"A little heads up would've been nice!"
"An accident, my dear."
You deflated immediately "Ah. Okay, sorry-"
"Thank you for proving my point." He cut you off, a slight growl to his voice. Alastor slapped a bandage over your wound and pulled back, glaring at you intently.
"Huh?"
He rolled his eyes "Everything everyone ever hurts you with is an 'accident' to you. No one ever means to hurt you."
You scowled "Husk didn't mean to hurt me!"
"You're allowed to be mad you know." He huffed "Even if it was an 'accident', you could be mad he threw a fucking glass bottle at you!"
"He didn't mean to." You insisted.
"And Charlie didn't mean to dump all her woes on you, and Vaggie didn't mean to make you play peacemaker, and Angel Dust didn't need you to be a therapist. And Lucifer didn't need you to play nurse. And nifty...." he trailed off, unsure how to categorize your helping Nifty today. He shook it off and met your eyes. You glared back at him and pushed him away.
"No! None of them meant to! I chose to-"
"Would it really kill you to be selfish once in a while?" He said, tilting his head. Red eyes narrowed as his ears pinned back on his head.
"Firstly, i'm already dead. Secondly, I'm always selfish!"
"Give me an example."
"WELL, Mister Everything-Is-My-Business, I slept in to like, noon, yesterday-!"
"Because you spent all night listening to Vagatha."
"-and yesterday I ate the last of the spaghetti-!"
"From the meal you skipped while you helped Nifty hunt bugs."
"I hid in my room all day-!"
"Due to everyone not paying any attention to your immense discomfort at their ruckus."
"...You're dumb." You said, crossing your arms across your chest. Alastor rolled his eyes and pushed you down so you were lying on your bed. His hands were on either side of your head as he leered over you.
"Despite doing nothing but listening to everyone's endless ramblings all day, you're immediate reaction upon seeing me is to play jester and make me feel better."
"You looked upset." You said.
Alastor sighed "Exactly your problem, my dear." He moved away so he wasn't pinning you to your bed, calmly removing his monocle to clean it before gingerly placing it back onto his face.
You rolled onto your side to watched him. "...I don't think it's a problem to care."
"It is a problem to care too much."
"Well, you don't care enough so I guess we even eachother out."
Alastor hummed, looking away from you. You bit your lip. Maybe...you pushed that too far? You never really held back the sass with Alastor, but he was already irritated....
"Ask me for something." He said.
"Eh?"
He snorted, ears flopping in agitation "As you said, you care too much, i care too little. So now we'll do this: you care less about what I want and you care more about what you want."
You blinked, confused "....That's. Oddly sweet of you?"
Alastor snorted in response, still locked in a staring contest with the opposite wall. There seemed to be a bit of red creeping up the sides of his face.... Now was he turning red because he was mad or because he was....flustered?
"So. Can i ask you for anything?"
"Within reason."
"....Can I get a hug?"
The record scratch was audible.
"You have the Radio Demon offering you to do a favor for nothing in return, and you ask for a hug?"
"That's what I want?" You said, snuggling underneath your duvet. "Don't worry about it if you don't wanna-"
"Oh for the LOVE OF!" Alastor cut himself off, grumbling something under his breath that did not sound as jovial as his permanent grin may imply.
The man briefly disappeared into a puff of shadows before reappearing under the duvet with you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head into his chest.
You laughed. "Was it that hard to just lift the blanket?"
"Quiet, you." Alastor muttered into your hair. You sighed contently, snuggling closer to him.
"Can I hug you back?"
He tensed up next to you, so you dropped it. Despite his insistence on you being selfish, he didn't push you any further. Instead relaxing more as you made no move to hold him.
"Thanks, Alastor. I'm gonna drift off, so you can head out if ya want." You mumbled into his shirt.
"We'll see."
You didn't bother trying to fight sleep, letting the exhaustion of the day catch up with you and your troubles drift away as you listened to the Radio Demon's heart.
Alastor was still there when you woke up, but don't you dare mention it.
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NO REGRETS | back
starring: mingyu x male reader
summary: Mn wakes up confused and not remembering what he did the last previous night but gets the shock of his life when he is in the bed with the school jock.
nsfw, cute yet sexy mingyu
Mn groaned as he tried to get up. He slowly opened his eyes and began to stand but immediately fell down as he felt pain in his nether region. He looked and widened his eyes.
He was naked.
'Ahh shit. What the hell happened last night ? All I did was go to Jacksonâs house for the party and I was pretty sober but then I went home withâŚâ, the boy sat there in confusion as he couldnât recollect who he went home with.
He looked around and realised that this was some strangerâs house atleast. âThank God! None of my friends fucked me. But who is it ?â. He decided to inspect. Mn tried getting up but fell down creating a thud sound. The huge noise woke up another man sleeping naked on the bed.
"What happened? Who's there ?", a tall and buff man got up and went to see the other side of the bed. He too widened his eyes as he saw a naked Mn. He helped the said male to get up and sit on the bed. The two stared at each other. There was nothing but confusion and anger and embarrassment going on.
âKim Mi-Mingyu ?â, Mn stuttered as he realised who the other guy was. Mingyu too was stunned with confusion but he was a bit shy. Mn widened his eyes as everything came into vision.
âOH MY GOD !? WE FUCKED !?â Mn shouted and got up and hid under the covers. Mingyu witnessed the otherâs outburst and went beside him. âHey ! Hey Mn calm down. Iâll tell you what happened. Just please listen to meâ. Mn pouted and looked at Mingyu who completely lost it after seeing the cute expression.
âAfter Jacksonâs party, you decided to go home alone and some random stranger decided to flirt with youâŚand..and I didnât like that. He was trying to take advantage of you and you were completely drunk. So I saved you and brought you homeâŚbutâŚyou basically whipped out my cock and started sucking it. I stopped you but you wouldnât stop so one thing led to anotherâ.
Mingyu finished re telling the story while Mn had a horrible expression. âI donât have any wordsâŚ..why did you protect me..?â, Mn asked with a questionable expression. Mingyu immediately looked away.
âMingyu tell meâ, Mn said as he got up and took the tallerâs hands in hand. âI..I like youâ. Mn was shocked to say the least. âThe school jock likes meâ. â You! Like me!! Kim Mingyu likes me!?â, Mn exclaimed as he closed his mouth with his hands in shock and denial. Mingyu chuckled seeing the cute reaction. He cupped Mnâs face and made eye contact.
âI do, I have liked you since Junior year. AndâŚI'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. I hope you forgive me", Mingyu said as he looked down in shame. His eyes were prickling with tears.
The boy broke down. Mn was stunned, he cupped (m/n)'s cheek ," No no Mingyu. Don't cry. I was drunk and.. I too like you. And Iâm glad that my first time was with you⌠and if anyone..I wanted to do it with you. And you didn't take any advantage of me. I love you Mingyu". Mingyu didnât realise that he was full on crying with Mn crying too. He looked up as he heard those three words," Do you really mean it?". Mn smiled seeing Mingyu look so cute..âYes I do Mingyu ".
Mingyu smiled as he leaned in and connected his lips with Mn "I love you too baby. Will you be my boyfriend?". Mn blushed at the nickname and nodded.
Mingyu chuckled and pulled a naked Mn in his naked lap "Last night was pretty intense". Mn could feel Mingyu's dick getting bigger. Mn smirked and whispered in his boyfriend's ear, "Who said last night was over? " and with that , Mn was thrown on the bed with a sex beast hovering over him.
âDamn baby you just look so fuckable right now", Mingyu growled as he eyed Mnâs body before he hungrily kissed his lips. Mn loved this side of Mingyu. Mingyu is a calm and nice guy but seemed like the bedroom makes him change his aura.
Mingyu smirked seeing his boyfriend already becoming a moaning mess as he placed hickeys all over his neck and chest. With one hand he proceeded to pump the submissive's dick. Mingyu looked at Mn with heart eyes. He was finally with his crush, and thatâs all he wanted and to make his lover satisfied was the only goal he had in mind.
Mn could feel himself become closer to release but Mingyu suddenly stopped." Daddy why did you stop?" whined a needy Mn. "Tell Daddy nicely what you want and daddy will give it to youâ, Mingyu whispered and bit Mnâs ear. "Daddy please fuck me till I forget my name. please daddy", Mn said innocently which only turned his boyfriend on.
"Okay since you asked so nicely", Mingyu said as he flipped Mn on all fours. Mn was taken aback he looked back but only moaned as he felt a hot muscle lick his rim.
Mingyu swirled his tongue as he ate his boyfriend's ass. Mn moaned like a madman. His moans were music to Mingyu's ears. Mn felt his prostate being hit. "F-fuckkk ~.. d-daddy~more-Ahhh", Mn couldn't even finish his sentence as he felt two fingers enter him .
"You like that babyboy ", Mingyu growled in the bottom's ear. Mn nodded his head as he felt another finger enter him. "Damn shit baby you are still tight. My fingers will snap off", Mingyu moved his fingers at fast pace." Unhggh~ d~addy I'm gonna~..", Mn said as strings of white liquid came out of his dick. "Already came babyboy", Mingyu laughed huskily.
He flipped Mn as he positioned his monster cock at the entrance of Mnâs hole." Don't worry I'll make sure you cum again", with that Mingyu entered and started ramming in an inhumane speed."Ah-shit baby so tightâ. Mn only felt pleasure as he was filled up completely with his boyfriend's dick.
"A~hh ~~daddy f-faster p-please~", Mn pleaded as he wanted more. "Of course baby ", and with that the Dom kissed Mnâs lips as he thrusted inside.
Mn scratched his boyfriend's back but he didn't care, he was lost in the ecstasy. Mingyuâs dick hitting all the right spots making Mn tremble.
"~D-daddy ahh-m~d-daddy I'm gonna cum ", Mn said as he felt his cum sporting right out his dick. âCum for me baby",and with that Mn came clenching his asshole .
âBaby~-ahh daddy's gonna cum "and with that Mingyu came inside Mn. Mn felt satisfied as he was filled to the brim by his lovers cum.
Mingyu laid on the bed and pulled Mn and kissed his temple." I love you my Mn". Mn smiled . "I love you too Mingyu". They both slept in each other's embrace. Mingyu looked at a sleeping Mn and smiled knowing he was holding his entire world in his arms.
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GOT ME THINKING NONSENSE sim jaeyun ๨ŕ§
synopsis! you get paired up with jake, your sweet classmate whoâs always willing to help you, but while youâre both working, he seems to be the one needing help. wc! 5.1k cw! porn with barely no plot unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!!), SUB!JAKE, dom!reader obvi, oral (m! receiving), jake is whiny and reader is just a tad bit mean, unexpirienced but not virgin jake, had huge writers block in the beggining pls spare me đŁ
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You could still feel the high heat in your body when you were walking away from your and Heesengâs place. You probably didnât look the most presentable, cheeks flush, hair a little bit tousled and your clothes were most likely all wrinkled from being messily thrown out. The walk from your apartment to Jakeâs wasnât longer than 10 minutes since he lived quite close. You checked your phone and it had been 6 minutes past the time you had planned with Jake so you tried to walk a little faster, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs, the aftermath of your and Heeseungâs sins.
You had met Jake during one of the classes you had together when one day you were late and the sit next to him was the only one available. He was the usual classmate who didnât talk much but still had a good group friend, in which Heeseung was included. You two didnât talk much unless when you ask him to help you with something and to you it almost looked as if he avoided talking to you. You often noticed how his cheeks warmed up when you talked to him or how his eyes flickered from yours to the environment around him, which you found cute and made you bite back a smirk each time you interacted. You would be lying if you said you didnât find Jake attractive. His face looked like it couldâve been sculpted by the Gods above, and when he wore his glasses you swore you could drop all the dignity you had left for him.
It wasnât too long after that you reached Jakeâs apartment building. You took your phone out, texting him that you had reached his house. You didnât have to wait long to see how good Jake looked today. Sporting basic jeans with a striped polo sweater and his usual black specs, he looked better than ever. Before your mind could wander any further, you walked towards the entrance, greeting him with a smile and following him upstairs and inside his apartment. When you first walked in, you noticed right away how neat his place looked, just like him.
âNice place you got.â You said with a smile, making him look back at you with a surprised expression. âOh? Thanks, though! Iâm not very good at decorating but I tried my best here.â Jake answered with a shy chuckle. âYeah, I could tell you did.â
He leads you further into the hallway, entering the door to his room. His room was a reflection of himself. Anyone could tell this was his room just from the way itâs organized and coordinated. The books on the shelves were all neatly placed and organised in alphabetic order. His desk was free of clutter and had only the necessary things placed above it, that, if you considered a picture of what you assumed was his dog necessary. Your eyes found Jakeâs and you could see him tense up when you did so.Â
âShall we get to work then?â You asked with a smile. âYeah, yes, of course.â He said quickly moving to sit by his desk. You put your things down and sat next to him, your thighs almost touching since the desk was clearly made for only one person to sit there. You pulled out your laptop and opened the document your teacher had sent you with all the instructions.
âI think we could divide the topics for each other and then discuss which information to keep..â Jake suggested, his eyes flickering between the various topics shown on the screen. âYeah, I think thatâs a good idea, Jakey.â The nickname slipped faster than you could catch, but you donât regret it, especially after seeing how Jakeâs ears slowly turned red. You bit your bottom lip to prevent the smirk threatening to form.
You had been working for a little past an hour and you could feel your eyes getting tired from looking at your computer screen for so long. From your peripheral vision, you could see Jake running a hand through his raven hair with a heavy sigh, making your eyes turn to look his way. With your head propped on your hand, you admired as he scrolled through endless reports, trying to find any good content he could for the presentation.
He hadn't noticed your staring, too focused on the screen ahead of him. Your eyes moved down his body. His sleeves had been pulled up a little, just below his elbows, showing off the veins that ran down to his hands. Oh, his hands. Something you always stared at. Anytime you would ask him for help in class you would always get distracted by the hands of the man beside you as he used them to point things out in your textbook. You would almost drool as you stared at his thick fingers, letting your mind wander further than it should.
Obviously, you didnât keep these things for yourself. This had been a hot topic on your late-night calls with Yunjin, the one you would always run to when you needed feminine advice and didnât want to hear the constant nagging Jay gave any time you talked about boys. The girl would always laugh at you, mentioning that you must have a thing for nerdy-looking guys or, in her words âpathetic menâ (her theory got confirmed when you told her you fucked Heeseung). It wasnât totally false. It is true that you liked weak men who wouldnât hesitate to get on their knees for you. Blame you for being tired of guys with big egos who think theyâre all that.
Another big sigh, almost groan, snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at Jake and saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. âEverything alright?â You asked as you slid your chair closer to his. âYeah, sorry. Just canât find any good info for my topics.â He said as he nodded his head towards the screen in front of him. You let out a small sigh as your lips pout with pity, pulling your chair even closer to his. âDonât be too harsh on yourself, Jakey.â You told him as your hand made its way to his thigh, feeling it tense at the touch. You leaned your body towards his way âYou know you can always ask me for help.â our hand moves upwards âAnytime.â You finished with a smile, leaving that last word floating in the air with an uncertain meaning. Jakeâs breath got stuck in his throat and he felt the weight of the last word that left your lips. The gears in his head twisted and turned as he tried not to show how the way you were smiling up at him affected him.
You sat back straight in your chair, acting as if you didnât know what effect you left on him. âLet's ge back to work, yeah?â
It had been a few hours since you started working. During the whole time you could see Jake squirming in his seat, maybe from the tension in the air, so thick that it could be could with a knife. With a sigh, you closed your laptop with a thud, your hands falling to your lap as you turned to look at Jake who seemed to avoid looking you in the eye.Â
âI guess this is all for today, Jakey.â You said smiling at him. âWe can talk tomorrow in class and choose another day to meet again, maybe at my place next time, yeah?â You asked him as you started getting up from your seat, him doing the same. âOh yeah, we can do that. I was about to finish this part as well so youâre all free to go.â You nodded at his words, your eyes subtly looking him up and down. His hands twitched in his sides. âIâll walk you to the door.â
Reaching his door, he opened it to let you out. You looked back at him one last time with a slight smirk. His cheeks warmed up and he swayed in his place, suddenly feeling awkward in the loud silence. âIâll see you tomorrow then.â You said, now fully smiling. âSee you, y/n.â Jake said not moving from his spot.Â
You walked away from his door, and as soon as you were out of sight, Jake moved to close the door, resting his back against it as he released a breath he didnât know he was holding. He brought his cold hands to his cheeks, trying to heat them down. He knew working with you wasnât going to be an easy task.
This cycle of going back and forth between each otherâs houses has been going on for a few weeks now and the project was almost done. The thick tension between you two every time you were together was undeniable and it had Jake feeling tense around you.
Ever since you pulled that thing the first time you went to his house, Jake could seem to fully focus when he was around you, always getting distracted by whatever you did. Even during classes, you seemed to purposely sit next to him, only to spend half of the time subtly touching the side of his leg and moving up to touch his tight. Jake was going crazy from your shenanigans and they were the only thing running through his mind when he laid in bed wide awake, head full of you and his hand running down from his tummy to where his body needed him the most.
Itâs not like Jake never had sex or related activities, but he wasnât the most experienced. He had only had sex with his ex and only serious girlfriend he had and it wasnât anything too out of this world. He knew youâve had your fair share of sexual encounters, he knew you had plenty of experience and he knew you were damn good at it because he has heard stories from the men you were with. If you asked him a long time ago, this wouldnât bother Jake, but now, with all youâve been doing to him, it makes him feel a bit insecure, because if your teasing escalates further he knows he could never compete with those men. But maybe thatâs not what you think.
You were waiting for Jake since he was coming over to finish and wrap up the project. You had spent a good two hours in front of the mirror, trying to make yourself look more presentable for him, something you would never admit to anyone even if they paid you. It wasnât too late but you could see the sun setting from the view in your window. You were about to check your phone when you heard the doorbell ring, meaning Jake had already arrived.
Walking towards the front door, you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before opening the door. âHey, Jake! Come on in!â You said stepping aside so he could enter your house. âHey, um, I brought some snacks, since itâs getting kinda late and I remembered you said you liked these soâŚâ He trailed off, showing you two packs of your favourite snacks, making you surprised he even remembered that. âOh my god, Jake! You definitely didnât have to. Thank you, though!â You said smiling at him, his cheeks warming up as usual. âAnyways, letâs get started before it gets too late for you.â
The project was going smoothly since today you two were only doing the final touches and reviewing the whole thing. The dynamic between you and Jake today felt different. There were more lingering touches coming from him who you would accidentally touch his hand but he wouldnât move away or flinch like he usually does. You were surprised that he acting this way, but you were definitely not complaining, you like this less conserved side of him.
You tried to focus on the text on your screen, but you couldn't help but let your eyes drift off to where Jake was sitting working on the powerpoint. Itâs not like he didnât look good any other day, but maybe it was the dim warm light in your room or maybe it was the moon shining from your window behind him, you werenât exactly sure, but something about him today had him look so good and you couldnât avoid the warm sensation in the bottom of your tummy that made your thighs press together.
Your inner turmoil was interrupted by Jakeâs little sigh, making your eyes focus back on him. âIâm finished with this.â he said turning to look at you. âDo you need any help with that orâŚ?â he trailed off. âOh! Um no, Iâm finished as well.â a thought came up to your head. âCan I check the powerpoint?â you asked leaning a little towards him. âAh, yes, of course.â He answered, adjusting his glasses.
You pushed your chair closer to his, purposely making your thigh touch his. Jake felt his heart race when you got suddenly so close, the scent of your sweet yet intoxicating perfume invading his senses. His eyes drifted from your focused face down to your exposed neck, making him lick his dry lips as if to stop himself from letting his lips fall into its soft skin. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of you out of his mind and maintain his composure.
âWell, this looks pretty good!â you said smiling at him, almost missing the way his eyes quickly fall from your eyes to your lips. âOh, really? Thank y-â âYou did such a good job, Jakey.â You interrupted him, as you let your hand fall on his thigh. His lips opened and closed as he tried to speak but no words came out. âYou worked so hard on this.â your hand started moving up and down, making him tense up. âThink you deserve a reward, donât you?â his eyes doubled in size as you spoke so softly, yet your words were filled with nothing but lust.
âAnswer me, Jake.â you said, leaning closer to his face. âI- Yeah, please.â he answered, voice barely above a whisper. Your lips immediately connected to his, making him let out a low moan. His lips felt soft against yours, fitting almost like two pieces of a puzzle connecting. Your hand moved further upwards, now dangerously close to where his bulge was growing. His wands that were awkwardly laid by his side moved to lay on your hips, gripping them when he felt your tongue swiping against his bottom lips. He gave you access and you started exploring his mouth, tongues rubbing against each other, making both of you moan at each otherâs tastes.Â
Kissing Jake felt heavenly, almost better than anyone youâve kissed. It felt good to finally be the one leading. You felt so powerful with him writhing against you, yearning for more than just your kisses. You pulled away so both of you could catch your breath. Jake looked up at you, lidded eyes with a glow on them and his lips red and swollen from you biting on them occasionally. âFuck, Jake. You look heavenly.â He only answered by chasing your lips, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You pecked his lips before pulling away again, making him let out a whine. Your pussy throbbed at the sound, never had heard a man make such a beautiful sound, almost like a melody to you.Â
âLetâs move to the bed, yeah?â you asked breathlessly, making him nod eagerly. Both of you stumbled as you got off from your chairs, almost bumping into each other. Jake was the first one to lay in your bed, head hitting your soft pillows. You followed him, crawling in his way, until your legs were straddling his lap, sitting on it. You leaned down, taking his lips on your again. The kiss was messy and heated, both of you probably getting coated in spit but neither could care any less about the mess. His bulge felt delicious as it grew harder and harder below you, rubbing against your clothed core.
You grinded experimentally against his clothed member to which he let out a groan, feeling the heavenly friction of you against him. You kept slowly and teasingly grinding against him as your hands ran down from his face to his chest stopping by his nipples that felt hard against your fingertips. You pressed on them, his hips bucking up as he let out a yelp, not expecting the sudden stimulation. You smirked against him, pulling away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both. Your hands left his nipples to pull at the bottom of his shirt, indulging him to take it off. You stared at his toned torso, not expecting to see the lines on his abs, something you would deal with later.
Your mouth made its way to his neck, starting by kissing all over until you found his sweet spot. Your hands started moving back up again to his nipples, rubbing them, making him whine again as he grinded harder against you. âNever had your nipples played like this, Jakey?â you asked, pulling away from his neck âTell me, baby. Do you like it?â he had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say. âF-fuck yesâ he stuttered âFeels so good!â he said with a whine, making you smirk at his already fucked out state.Â
You lowered yourself, mouth moving to kiss from the dip in his chest, down to his abs, sucking on the area there, creating red marks all around. Your mouth kissed lower, following his happy trail until you reached the line of his pants. âCan I take this off, baby?â you asked him, pawing at the button. He nodded quicker than he would like to admit. âNeed words, Jakey.â you demanded, wanting to hear him voice out his consent. âYes, y/n, please, fuckâ
With his green light, you started unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. You tapped his hip, signalling him to raise them so you could take them off. He did as he was told and you pushed the jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers that already had a damp spot where the tip of his cock was. You stared at the bulge, already noticing that he was probably huge, making you feel a little nervous about fitting him in you. You squirmed in your spot, feeling an uncomfortable sticky feeling in your underwear, making you aware of how wet you were getting.
Jake whined, snapping you out of your thoughts, looking at you with eyes begging for you to touch him. You smiled at his helpless state âWhat dâyou want, Jakey? Need you to speak or I wonât know.â He whined at your words, his brain feeling like a mush inside his head. âN-need you to touch it, please, just do something.â He answered, squirming in your bed as he felt more and more desperate. You didnât say anything else as your hand moved to his bulge. Poor baby, was hard as a rock. It probably even hurt. You squeeze his length, pre cum escaping the tip and staining his boxers even more. âMore, please! I need more,y/n!â he said with a whine.Â
You took some pity on him and your hands automatically moved to remove his boxers from him, cock hitting his stomach with a bounce, Fuck, he really was huge, and thick. A long vein ran from the base to the tip and you wanted nothing more than to do that. You lowered your mouth on his cock, licking up from the base until you reached the tip, engulfing it with your lips. You licked a stripe on the slit, making him groan at the delicious but almost overstimulating feeling. Your mouth moved down, taking almost his whole length. One of your hands wrapped around what you couldnât fit, while the other moved to play with his balls, his hips bucking inside you making you gag around him.
The vision Jake had of you ass up and face down on his cock was what he hoped heaven looked like. Your mouth felt warm and heavenly and he already felt brain fucked. He had never felt such pleasure in his life and he just knew this was gonna be the suck of his life. He dared to look down again and his eyes met yours. He could bust right there and then with just the look you gave him. Your eyes were dark, pupils blown out, making him feel so powerless underneath you. His eyes closed shut when he felt you hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder.
You could tell he was close. His hips were twitching as well as his whole cock and you could feel him throb in your mouth. You removed his length out of your mouth and licked down to his balls, licking them as your hand moved to jerk him off at a quick pace. His breath was getting shorter as he felt his release come closer and closer. âOh, f-fuck! Please, Please, y/n!â He didnât even know what he was begging for, his whole body felt numb, except for the knot on his stomach getting tighter and tighter.Â
Your lips moved to suck on his tip as your hand kept jerking him up and down. His cock started twitching hard in your grip ây/n I-Iâm gonna cum-!â His warm cum spurt inside your mouth, making you moan at the feeling of him filling you up. He was moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasms, chest heaving up and down quickly as he tried to keep breathing. You gave him one last hard suck, making him shudder in overstimulation.Â
You moved to eye level with him, hand moving up to brush his hair away from his face. âSuch a good boy for me, yeah?â He nodded in your hold, face flushed and eyes teary from his orgasm. Your lips met his, tongues instantly meeting. He could taste himself on you, making him groan as the bitter taste touched his buds. You pulled away from the kiss, sitting on him fully clothed. Your hands pulled at the hem of your top, taking it off and leaving your torso naked as you werenât wearing a bra. Jakeâs mouth gaped as he stared at your bare chest, hands twitching at his side, wanting to touch them.
âYou can touch them, Jakey.â you smiled sweetly at him, showing him you were comfortable with whatever he wanted to do. He let out a shaky breath as his hands hesitated to travel to your chest. He held your boobs in his hand, fitting them perfectly in his calloused hands. He didnât really know what to do so you moved your hands to hold his, moving his thumbs to rub and twist your hardened nipples. You quietly moaned at the feeling of his rough fingers touching your sensitive buds. You removed your hands from his, letting him experience you by himself. He pinched on your nipples, making you yelp in surprise. âSorry! I didnât mean to hurt-â âDo it again.â you told him âW-What? Are you sure?â he asked hesitantly. âYes, I liked it, Jakey. Was just surprised.â You answered, smiling at him.
His hands returned to your nipples pinching and rubbing them, making you clench around nothing. As much as you enjoyed the feeling you were getting impatient and needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You grabbed his hands, taking them off of you as you stood up on the ground to take your bottoms off. You slowly pulled them down along with your panties. His eyes carefully watched as you stripped for him and him only.
You straddled him again, your pussy sitting right on top of his cock, making both of you moan at the feeling. Jake grabbed your hips up and sat against the headboard. âWanted to have a better look at your face when you fuck me.â he said looking up at you with his puppy eyes. You were out of words so you cradled his face in your hands as you kissed him again. Your hips start moving as if on their own, rubbing our cunt against his length, making the tip bump against your clit. He whined inside your mouth as you swallowed his sounds.Â
You pulled away, hoisting your hips up as your hand grabbed his length and aligned the tip to your entrance. âW-wait!â he suddenly said making you stop in your movements. âEverything ok?â you asked worried that he might have been uncomfortable. âNo, I just- You werenât prepped and-â your lips clashing against his interrupted him, making him let out a protesting sound. âDonât worry bout that, Jakey.â You simply said as you grabbed his length again positioning it on your gaping hole.
You slowly sink on him, your mouth opening in a silent moan while he whines in your ear, hands moving to circle your waist. You bottomed down and stayed still for a while to adjust to his big and thick size. The only thing heard was both of your heavy breaths. His hands were comfortingly rubbing up and down your back. When you felt ready you moved your head to look at him. âReady?â you asked him and he nodded eagerly at you.
You started by slowly circling your hips around his length, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling. He rested his head against your shoulder, panting in your ear. You circled your arms around his neck as you started to pick up your face. The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and the squelch coming from your pussy. âF-fuck, y/n! Never felt s-so good.â Jake whispered as he felt his eyes roll back at the feeling of your raw cunt moving on his hard cock. âYeah? Youâre filling me up so good, Jakey. Even let you go in me raw.â You grabbed his head to make him look at you. His eyes were low and he had drool almost dripping out of the corners of his open mouth.
You moved around him at a now stable pace, moaning loudly when the tip of cock found the spongy spot inside you. âF-fuck, Jake!â he was stretching you out so good, taking you to cloud 9. You looked back at him, his head leaning back on the headboard, completely fucked out. âLook at you.â you said making him open his eyes, barely keeping them from closing again. âFucked you dumb, didnât I?â he nodded even though you werenât really looking for an answer. âPoor baby, just wanted to be a good boy for someone, isnât that right, Jakey?â he whined at your words, knowing they were fully true so he nodded his head as his eyes got even more teary, one tear even dropping out. You laughed at his state, knowing he had nothing on his brain but your pussy.Â
You felt the too-familiar pressure on your tummy starting to build up and his cock twitching again. You bottomed out on him again, grinding your hips down on him as you tried to reach your climax. âOh God! Iâm getting close, Jakey.â you said in a whiny moanâ Youâre gonna cum with me, yeah?â you felt his cock twitch harder inside you as he nodded at your question, wanting to fulfil your request. Your breath was getting laboured but you tried to maintain your composure for him.Â
Jake could feel you clench around him, knowing you were almost reaching your high. He slowly moved his hand from your waist to where your bodies met, rubbing on your clit. You let out a surprised yelp as you squeezed hard against him, eyes widening at the unexpected contact. âF-Fuck, Jake!â you said breathing heavily. âYou make me feel so good.â Both of your lips met, desperately trying to reach both of your releases. You grinded faster on him, now moaning in sync against each other mouths. His finger rubbed faster on your swallowed nub, making your head spin as you threw it back.
âJ-Jakey, Iâm so close!â you said as you felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. âMe too, f-fuck!â His hips started slightly bucking upwards, trying to match with your movements. Your synced movements had you moaning loudly, not even caring if youâre gonna get complaints from your neighbours later. The sound of Jakeâs whines getting louder along with the frequent twitching of his cock indicated that he was just as close as you. You sped up your movements as you felt the knot in your tummy about to burst.
âJ-Jake, Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna cu-â you were cut off by your orgasm, almost stopping in your movements with a silent scream. The feeling of your juices releasing against his cock had Jake cumming right after you with a loud whine. The aggressive twitching of his cock along with the feeling of his warm seeds painting your insides felt heavenly. You looked down to see a white ring form around his length, slowly moving up and down as you rode both of your orgasms out.
Your heads rested against each othersâ shoulders as you stayed like that for a while, you with the feeling of his hands rubbing shapes on your back soothingly. The sound of both of your panting filled the silent room. The sound of traffic could also be heard from outside and it made you go back to your senses. You got your head up, urging Jake to do the same. You pulled him in one last kiss before you pulled his length out of you, making both of you hiss. You got up and walked towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You cleaned yourself up first before going back and cleaning his length for him. He shook from still being sensitive, making you chuckle at him.
You tossed the cloth onto the ground and laid next to him, sighing happily when your head hit the comfort of your pillows. Your hand rested on his chest rubbing circles on it as you simply looked at his peaceful state. The silence in the room wasnât uncomfortable and you felt like you both made a silent rule of not talking about what happened. He grabbed your hand from his chest and gave it a kiss. âThank you for taking care of me.â He said as he felt his cheeks warm up. You chuckle and prop your head on your hand to get a better view of him.
âWell, thank me when we get a good grade. This was my thanks in advance.â You said, making both of you laugh. âYeah, maybe Iâll be the one rewarding you next time.â
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Still Feel Like That
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Summary: you accompany Dean, Sam, and Bobby on a hunt. You and Dean go out for a drink and Dean looks after you when you've had too much to drink.
Notes: Reader is a yapper (cus same), kinda implied that reader is Bobby's kid but it's not stated outright, sorry if you like Poison or Bret Micheals reader hates on them for a second, I assumed that Dean switched out his radio with one that would be compatible with cassettes since a 67' would likely have a 8 track player, I got lazy with my research so I apologize if any facts are incorrect (feel free to correct me).
Warnings: Suggestive language, flirting, cursing, mentions of throwing up, y/n is used like three times, Dean in his undies (yummy!)
Word Count: 4.1k
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You sat at Bobbyâs old wooden table, sipping hot coffee from your Garfield mug. You didnât own it but when you saw the grumpy orange cat with a text saying âI'm listening I just donât careâ sitting on Bobbyâs shelf of mismatched old mugs youâd used the cup ever since.Â
You sat in your pajama shorts, slippers, and an old tee shirt, the cracked text reading âWinfield national flatpickinâ championshipsâ. The shirt previously belonged to Bobby and he couldnât remember how he acquired such an item, he assumed he was passing through Kansas and picked it up along the way, but you loved it so much he felt it was necessary to give it to you.Â
You were reading through a book you had picked up on demonology. Bobby had given you a few vague events that had occurred and you were trying to figure out what exactly he was dealing with. You had a book on Pagan gods on standby.Â
You heard the front door open, figuring it was Bobby you chose to continue reading but when you heard unfamiliar voices you quickly looked up in a panic, nearly knocking your chair over to try to scramble and find Bobby. You were not a hunter by any means, you just did the research and stayed in the comfort of motels. You knew some basic self defense but you could not fight a serious threat on your own.
You were making a dash for the nearest room when you heard Bobby yell your name.Â
You quickly spun around to look at him, seeing two tall, handsome, potentially dangerous, men standing next to him.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing kid?â Bobby asked you, concerned by your panic stricken expression.
âI heard people- and I was trying to find you and not dieâ You uttered out, still confused about who the two other men were. âSorry, who the hell are these guysâ you addedÂ
âSam and Dean I talk-â Bobby started but you cut him offÂ
âWinchester?â you asked excitedly âBobby talks about you two all the time and I really wanted to meet both of you, especially Dean, Bobby says you make stupid decisions but you sound funâ you rambled quickly, a smirk growing on the shorter ones face at your mention of him.Â
âOh my god you have to be Sam, you totally have that sad puppy lookâ you said to the taller one âYou could ask me to donate my life savings to a charity then build a shelter for the homeless and I totally wouldâ you continued to talk.
âI like herâ the shorter man who you had now assumed was Dean said with a grinÂ
âWait Deanâ you started turning to him âDid you drive your car here, Iâve heard rumors it's a totally awesome 67â impala and Iâve been dying to see itâÂ
Before Dean could respond with a comment about how you were marriage material Bobby interrupted your rambling âOkay motor mouth, Iâm sure Sam and Dean are enthralled by your commentary but they need our helpâÂ
âAre you the super smart Y/n?â Sam askedÂ
âThe one who has saved our asses more times than we can countâ Dean added
âYes, that's her, and I don't prefer to shout about her to the whole world because she's not exactly Hulk Hoganâ Bobby said, growing slightly annoyed with the continued blabbering.Â
âReally? Hulk Hogan? You have to compare me to that doofus, call me Bret Micheals while youâre at itâ You shot at himÂ
âIâm sorry, would you prefer to be Kerry VonErichâ Bobby sighedÂ
âYes, minus his incredibly tragic lifeâ you said as you crossed your arms over your chest.Â
âBobby why have we not met this chick sooner, she's awesomeâ Dean said slightly in awe.Â
âYou two don't care to stop by all that often and I knew you and her would get along real well and we wouldn't get anything doneâ Bobby responded hinting at the exact situation that was happening.Â
âLet me see Deanâs car then I promise I will be productiveâ you offered
âYeah let her see my carâ Dean added, Sam smiling at the situation and Bobby rolling his eyes and reluctantly agreeing.Â
The four of you made your way outside and when you saw the impala you let out a gasp of excitement before sprinting towards it.Â
âShe is so beautifulâ you gushed to Dean âYou keep her in phenomenal condition, does she run well?âÂ
âLike sheâs newâ Dean responded, smiling at your excitement over the car.Â
âIs there an 8 track player? I have a few tapes I could give you if you wantâ You offeredÂ
âSwitched it out for a cassette playerâ Dean told you
âGood choice, 8 tracks are such a hassle, you can hear another song playing in the background of whatever you're trying to listen to, and don't even think about trying to fast forward to get to the song you want, at least you have a slim chance to land on the right song with cassettesâ you rambledÂ
âYeah no kidding, you wanna see my tape collectionâ Dean offeredÂ
âNope, we agreed on just the car now we need to figure out what the hell is going on in Pawnee Nebraskaâ Bobby interrupted as the four of you made your way back into the houseÂ
âIâm so sick of going to these ho-hum towns, why can't you guys hunt things that reside in memphis or something, I want to go to a museum that isn't about the butter cow or a mayor who died of dysenteryâ You said with a sigh
âHunting in this ho hum town means road trip and i'm sure Dean would be delighted to let you ride down with himâ Bobby offered for Dean, partly because he wanted some silence in his own car and he also wanted you, Dean, and Sam to be able to talk as much as you pleased and hopefully be caught up so you could focus on working.Â
Dean agreed to the idea and Sam shrugged, hoping you would prevent bickering between him and his brother.Â
âI promised Iâd focus so Sam, youâre smart, have you found out more than some bad weather and a âstill under investigation death of a coupleââ You asked, turning to the taller brother, offering him a smile, slightly feeling bad youâd paid so much attention to his brother and not talked to Sam much.Â
âYeah, I think the weather is unrelated, I found autopsy reports and the couple had these wounds on the back of their necks. I don't recognize the pattern but you might be able toâ he replied to you with a soft smile, he made his way to his computer and set it on the table where your abandoned books and coffee lay.Â
You made a noise of disgust upon seeing the picture but you instantly recognized the wound pattern âThat has to be changelings, they feed off of the mother until she dies, it's so creepyâ You started âIn a lot of the books Iâve read they switch out an infant for a changeling, did the couple have a kid?â you askedÂ
âYeah, but she's a little girl whoâs ten years oldâ Sam replied to you
âDifferent cultures have varying takes on changelings, some of them say they can grow and develop like a human would, so it's definitely a possibilityâ You told him âWe have to get down there asap before more kids are switched out, and when you figure out where the little girl is at now, monitor her behavior closely, she's gonna be hungry and use abnormal phrases for a ten year old.â You explained
âAlright you heard herâ Dean said, squeezing between you and Sam and placing a hand on your shoulder. He secretly wanted your attention back on him.Â
âLet me pack a bag and change then Iâll be ready to head outâ you told them
âSame goes for me, give us five minutesâ Bobby added
You headed to your room and changed into jeans and tee shirt, additionally throwing on a crewneck from a college in Louisiana that you had found in the aisles of a thrift store.Â
You threw a few additional outfits in a duffle bag and your pajamas which consisted of sleep shorts and a tee shirt, you threw your slippers for your constantly cold feet in the bag and you were ready to go.Â
Your socked feet padded against the floor as you made your way to the front door to grab your shoes. You threw them on and told the group you were ready to go.Â
Dean, Sam and you crowded into the impala, Dean leaping on the opportunity to tell Sam to sit in the back after you had informed the brothers you get carsick.Â
âI have zofran, Sam can sit in the front, I don't want to take his spotâ you saidÂ
âNope, Sam get in the backâ Dean quickly said as he took his spot in the driver's seat.Â
After the three of you had gotten in the car and started on the trip Sam complained âDean, I know there's a pretty girl but what if I get carsick in the backâÂ
âYou won't, and the very pretty girl won't complain about my music choicesâ Dean told him and raised his brows at you.
Your face heated at how they referred to you, you cleared your throat and changed the subject âI know you guys are more hands on than me so I know a few ways to figure these things out, different folklore says if you can make them laugh theyâll reveal their truth, or you can shout god bless you, you can cook with eggshells. German legends say you can whip the child but honestly the easiest way to kill them is just lighting the fuckers on fireâ You explained âPeople used to throw them in the fireplace or in the oven but you can get away with a blowtorch and a can of hairsprayâÂ
âThat's more our speedâ Dean repliedÂ
âPeople were seriously throwing these things in ovens?â Sam asked âWhat if the kid wasn't actually a changelingâÂ
âPeople got overly paranoid and it wasnt exactly common knowledge back then that someone could be born with physical or mental disabilities, also families used to be really reliant on everyone in the household being able to help out so a lot of child abuse ensued because parents didnt want to have a changeling on their handsâ You explained âAnyway these things creep me out so lets talk about something more lighthearted on the way thereâÂ
âi agree sweetheartâ Dean said and you blushed at the name âI heard your comment about Bret Micheals, are you a Poison haterâÂ
âI can tolerate them but I will not go out of my way to listen to them, theyâre definitely one of the lamest hair bandsâ you told him âI definitely prefer Van Halen, Quiet Riot, Def Leppard and Cinderella if Iâm going to listen to hair bandsâÂ
âAtta girl, you donât like that Barry Manilow bullshit do you?â Dean askedÂ
âGod no, fuck Styx too, that Babe song pisses me offâ you laughedÂ
âCus you know itâs you babeâ Sam started singing off key and you groaned in annoyance, Dean laughing.Â
The three of you talked about music, movies, and Sam and Dean's past hunts, asking odd would you rather questions when trying to think of new conversation topicsÂ
âOkay would you rather have to eat a little bit of cheese on everything or never eat cheese againâ you askedÂ
âNever eat cheese againâ Sam quickly answeredÂ
âIâd put a little bit on everything I fucking love cheeseâ you answeredÂ
After extensive conversation and small bits of bickering the three of you made it to Nebraska, Bobby close behind.
Dean checked into the hotel, getting two rooms, one for him and Sam and one for you and Bobby. He gave the woman behind the counter a credit card with a name that most certainly was not his then the three of you made your way to the rooms. Dean opened the door to one of the rooms and the cowboy theme of the room made you laugh.
âYou sure know how to pick âemâ Deanâ you saidÂ
âItâs fun, this cowboy boot pen holder on the desk is cuteâ he said, picking up the small red ceramic boot with a few pens sticking out of it.
âIt is kinda cute, and I like the lasso on the wallâ you pointed outÂ
âOh man, creepyâ you said as you noticed the sad clown painting hanging above the bed.Â
âThat's coming downâ Sam said and quickly moved over to the painting to take it off the wall and lay it face down in the corner of the room.Â
âSammy here is a afraid of clownsâ Dean informed you
âI donât blame him, theyâre scary, and all the media about killer clowns doesnât exactly make me want to see oneâ you repliedÂ
Bobby arrived at the motel shortly after the three of you had gotten the rooms. The four of you were discussing plans for the next day as it was later and you all agreed to start interviewing people in the morning.Â
âiâm gonna go grab a drink, I saw a bar about ten minutes from hereâ Dean announcedÂ
âIâll join you if Bobby and Sam donât need help with researchâ you saidÂ
âGo take a break kid, you work your ass off, me and Sam will be fineâ Bobby told you, you thanked him and gave him a quick hug before heading out with Dean.Â
You werenât surprised by the crowd at the bar, mostly older men who looked like they had just gotten off work, farm clothes and dirty work shirts adorned most of them. A few of them had women who you assumed were their wives at their side, chatting quietly with them. You were glad your outfit wasnât out of place for the scene.Â
A man who you guessed to be around fifty was working behind the bar, he gave Dean and you a soft smile before asking what youâd like to drink.Â
âIâll take a beerâ Dean told him
âBusch okay? We donât have anything elseâ The bartender repliedÂ
âPerfectâÂ
âAnd for the pretty ladyâ the bartender askedÂ
âIâll just take a vodka cranberryâ you said, not minding his comment too much, you knew he didnât mean anything by it, people just talked like that.Â
You and Dean sat at the bar after getting your drinks, chatting with each other.Â
One drink led to another and you lost count of how many you had drank. You were asking Dean silly questions and you began to vocalize your thoughts about how handsome he is.
âI know you can't kill a vampire with a wooden stake, but have you ever tried death by stereo?â you asked with a giggle, you had taken your hand into his and were toying with his fingers.Â
âThe Lost Boys is a great movie, me and Sammy will try out death by stereo just for you the next time we hunt vampiresâ he replied earning a laugh from you.
âYou are so manly and cute and handsomeâ you slurred poking a finger into his chest, eyes widening at the firmness of his muscles âOh my gosh youâre strong too, I feel like I just poked a rockâÂ
He laughed and shook his head at your comments âLet's get you to bed before you say more shit youâll regret tomorrow.âÂ
âI don't regret anything, Iâve been thinking about how cute you are all day, and those big arms wrapped around-â You blabbered but were cut off by Dean.
âYep time for bed, but give me a heads up sweetheart if you still feel this way after youâve sobered upâÂ
âIâm going to pay, then weâre going to get in the car, then get you to bedâ he added
âVery forward, I like itâ you giggled with a raise of your brows.Â
After Dean paid he walked you out to the Impala, you stumbling slightly finding it hard to walk after being sat down all night.Â
âI'm coldâ you lied, you were not cold but you wanted his jacket.
âYou have a sweater on?â he replied with confusion lacing his tone.
âYou're supposed to give me your jacket then I can smell like youâ you told him and tried to give him a hug while still walking.Â
He forced a sigh then wrapped his jacket around you. You snuggled into it and thanked him.
After a car ride consisting of you informing Dean your feet hurt and you were tired, the two of you arrived back at the motel.
Dean opened the door to yours and Bobby's shared room. You giggled noticing the lights were off.Â
Dean attempted to shush you âhe's probably asleep already, quiet downâÂ
You only laughed harder at the fact you needed to be quiet âhe looks like Ebenezer Scrooge when he sleeps, he just needs the little hatâ you commented through your giggles, Dean tried to hide his smile to not encourage you.Â
âI always think the ghost of Christmas past is gonna get himâ you said before bursting into laughter and Dean quickly slapping his hand over your mouth. He pushed you into the bathroom and shut the door attempting to muffle your giggles. He flipped the light on and asked you where your duffle bag was.Â
âIn the room somewhereâ you shruggedÂ
âWell no shit sweetheartâÂ
âIt's on my bed I thinkâ you giggledÂ
âOkay perfect you stay right here and Iâll go get it then you're going to change and go to bedâ he told you
Dean groped through the dark until he found your bag, it was sitting on your bed as you had told him. He made his way back to the bathroom to find you sitting on the toilet lid, playing with the toilet paper roll that had the first square folded into a fancy shape.Â
âIsn't this just preciousâ you said and showed him the toilet paper
âYes, very cute put it downâ he said and took the roll out of your hands, placing it on the counter.Â
He opened your bag and fished out your shorts and a tee shirt âget changedâÂ
âNo can do, canât get my pants offâ you shrugged with a fake sighÂ
Usually Dean would be enthralled to take a girl's pants off but he wasnât in the mood for an ass whooping from Bobby.Â
He just prayed Bobby wouldnât wake up because you werenât budging. He helped you shimmy your jeans off your legs, then slipped your shorts onto you.Â
âNeed help with my shirt tooâ you said as you shrugged his jacket off your shoulders and put it into your lap.Â
He slipped your crewneck over your head, your shirt coming off with it. He quickly took in your figure, admiring the sight of you in your bra before he slipped a clean shirt over your head.Â
You unclasped your bra and slipped it off from under your shirt before tossing it on the bathroom floor.Â
âReally? you can do that but you canât change on your ownâ Dean whisper yelledÂ
âI canât show you too muchâ you shrugged ânow can you carry me to bed?â
He was willing to do anything to get you in bed at this point so he scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to your bed, you giggled as he threw you down onto the sheets.Â
âGo to bed nowâ he whispered and you quickly made yourself comfortable under the blankets, cuddling into his jacket that you still held in your arms.Â
You heard the door close and you soon drifted off to sleep.Â
You awoke around four in the morning the red numbers off the alarm clock informing you of the time. You were starving and the alcohol had barely worn off. you crawled out of bed and slipped on Dean's jacket, it hung loosely on your figure, the length going past your shorts and the sleeves being far too long. You were glad for the added warmth because you were freezing.Â
You were absolutely craving fried chicken and you dug through the mini fridge wholeheartedly expecting to find some, when the disappointment hit you, you left the room and went into Sam and Dean's room, letting yourself in with the spare key you had been given.Â
You began to dig through their refrigerator in the dark, expecting to find some chicken but when you heard a gun click and the light flipped on, you spun around, met by Dean in his underwear and Sam shuffling in moments later with his blanket wrapped around him.
âWhat the hell are you doingâ Dean askedÂ
âI want fried chicken so badâ you complainedÂ
âWhy would we have fried chicken?â Dean asked, still groggy and confused.Â
âI donât know I just wanted to checkâ you told himÂ
Sam laughed at the interaction, telling Dean he shouldnât have let you drink so much before he headed back to his bed.Â
âI promise I will get you fried chicken in the morning but please go back to bedâ Dean told youÂ
âYou look cute in your undiesâ you giggledÂ
âAnd you look cute in my jacket now go to bedâ he mimicked your giggle.Â
You agreed but not before you made him promise to get you your food in the morning, you made him lock pinkies with you despite his complaints of annoyance.Â
You made your way back to your room and quickly fell asleep again.Â
The next morning was hell, Bobby woke you up around 8 and you were met with a headache and a need for water. The second you stood up you found yourself running to the bathroom as a nauseating feeling built in your throat.Â
You heard Sam and Dean talking as you were throwing up the memories of last night. Both of them asking how you were doing, and Bobby explaining you were currently throwing up, expecting an explanation from Dean as to why.Â
Dean ducked out of the conversation âIâm going to get her water and hold her hair back, like a man doesâ he walked into the bathroom and gave a small chuckle at your figure hunched over the toilet.Â
âDo not fucking laugh at meâ you groanedÂ
âYou still want that fried chickenâ he asked, and you gagged at the thought, he grabbed you a cup of water to rinse your mouth out with and handed you the toilet paper you had been previously admiring to wipe your mouth off with.Â
You wiped the sweat from your forehead and the tears from your eyes before standing up to brush your teeth.Â
âYou still gotta work today you knowâ Dean told youÂ
you rolled your eyes at him and after you had finished brushing your teeth you said âIâll survive, I can tolerate sitting and reading, you have to go fight the thingsâÂ
You and Dean joined Bobby and Sam, Sam having told Bobby about you breaking into their room. You were expecting to get your ass chewed out but all you got from Bobby was âKid Iâm glad you had fun, you need to loosen up sometimes, but we still need your help today, so I expect your bestâÂ
You agreed and gave him a quick hug before setting up a spot to research on the desk in the room.Â
Sam and Dean left to put on formal clothes as they were posing as detectives and had to look the part. They returned to the room after changing.Â
âDonât you boys look handsomeâ you said with a grinÂ
âWe have to be believableâ Dean grumbledÂ
âIâm being serious, you look niceâ you smiled âIâm going to look for potential demonic activity in other areas, call me if you need anythingâÂ
âWill do sweetheartâ Dean repliedÂ
âThanks for all your help y/n, weâll pick you up some fried chicken on our way backâ Sam grinnedÂ
Your stomach churned at the thought of eating anything but maybe youâd change your mind later in the day, so you didnât shut him down.Â
As the three were turning to leave you said âby the way Dean, I do still feel like thatâ earning a grin from him and his head flooding with thoughts of what he could do to you when he got back.Â
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Say Yes to Heaven - Lucien
Pairing: Lucien Ă Reader
Summary: You find the bed empty upon waking up. Bundled in your blanket, you head out to find Lucien and demand that he warm you up.
Tags & Warnings: Fluff, suggestive but nothing explicit (if i miss anything, let me know)
Word Count: 1077
Links: Masterlist
Sunight creeps languidly through the heavy drapes, heralding the persistent call of the waking world. The day has come, and in minutes, the entire room is bathed in golden light. Youâre forced to relinquish the last dregs of sleep clinging to you. You roll over expecting to find Lucien beside you, only to see that his side of the bed is empty. You run your palm over the sheets and find them still warm.
With one last stretch, you pull yourself out of the bed and onto your feet. You wrap the blanket tightly around your shoulders, not ready to give up their warm embrace just yet. The manor is deathly quiet as you pad through the hallways as if the rest of the world is as reluctant to wake too. The persistent chill of winter remains in the air, the tiles as cool as ice beneath your feet. The blanket trails on the floor behind you, and you can already imagine the legendary scolding Jurian would give you if he were to catch you. You imagine Vassa would only laugh at you, if she wasn't too busy being a bird.
Thankfully, no such altercations occur, and you find Lucien sitting in the library, busy reading what you assume are reports from Prythian. Heâs lounging by the fire, clad only in his rumpled, unbuttoned tunic and plain trousers. His legs are carelessly spread, his cheek resting on his hand - the picture of relaxed nonchalance. Lucien wears finery like a fine suit of armor, his bravado like a sword secured at his hip, and itâs rare to see him so unguarded, so candid. When he spots you, all bundled up, by the door, a bemused expression makes its way across his face.
âYou left,â you sniff indignantly.
His only response to your complaint is a smirk. So you pad deeper into the room until you're standing in between his legs. The smug look on his face only seems to grow at the increased proximity.
âWhy?â He asks. âDid you miss me?â Lucienâs eyes trail down your body with deliberate slowness, stalling over your exposed thighs. His hand comes up to grasp the side of your hip, a movement made instinctually, naturally, as though his existence only makes sense when youâre there, with him.
You donât deign to respond, but you let him pull you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you, tucking you under his chin as he continues to read. You sink onto him, enjoying the heat that perpetually radiates off his body. Heâs basically a sentient furnace, your love. Your hands trail beneath his shirt and he jolts the moment your cold hands make contact with his skin.
âMotherâs tits, youâre freezing.â He exclaims, wiggling in his seat.
âBecause you left,â you retort, running your hands languidly over his back. Goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch. âThis is your doing, miscreant.â
Lucien cackles but recovers. âApologies, my lady,â Lucien says with exaggerated gravity, his hand over his chest. âIâm adequately chastised. Iâll be sure never to abandon you in bed again.â
âYou better,â you threaten, trying to fight the smile from emerging on your lips. âOr else Iâll find someone else to warm my bed.â
Lucien stiffens, holding you tighter against him as if readying to fight off anyone who dares to draw near. With his hand on your chin, he lifts your head to meet his gaze.
âWhat was that?â He speaks, something dangerous lingering in the depths of his words.
You raise your brow in challenge. âI said, if you keep leaving me Iâll find-â
He shuts you up with his lips on yours, but itâs a soft fragile thing. His lips move against yours like the back and forth of a waltz. Lucien pulls you tighter into his embrace, enveloping you in the scent of sandalwood, cinnamon, and smoke. You melt against him and think that you could stay like this forever, as long as youâre with him. You want to lay here even as the world cracks and burns around you, until the both of you are covered in ivy, moss, and memory.
As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Lucien deepens the kiss. Your lips willingly part for him and he licks into your mouth, eager for a taste. His hands are molten against your skin, kneading the pliant flesh of your hips from where your nightgown has ridden up. You can feel his chest expand as he inhales your scent as if reminding himself that youâre with him, in this moment, and there you will remain until your body gives out from the force of loving him.
Eventually, the two of you have to break the kiss. Just there, his forehead on yours, breathing the other in. Idly, you tap your finger over the freckles on his chest, parsing them like constellations in the night sky. You wonder what prophecies youâd be able to divine in the shapes they take. You press a kiss on the freckle over his beating heart, and Lucien shudders beneath your touch.
You move to the wealth of freckles spread across his cheek, over his nose, then on his chin. Lucien pretends to be preoccupied with the reports, but itâs a losing battle. Thereâs a ghost of a smile on his lips, and you plant a soft, chaste kiss at the upturned corner. You kiss him like heâs an object of worship, and only your heart, your body, your whole being would be a worthy sacrifice.
âIs that the only thanks I get for being your sentient, walking furnace?â He teases, brow arched, but not unkindly. âThreats and a few kisses?â Beams of sunlight hit his face like a lattice of amber, accentuating his sharp features, and setting his russet eye ablaze. And it strikes you just how damn pretty he is, scars and all.
âIâd prefer it if my sentient furnace did not walk away at all,â you retort, raising your brow in turn.
âUngrateful,â he teases, even as he begins to trail tender kisses over your neck. âYouâre lucky I adore you, dearly.â
You huff, pretending his words havenât set you aflame in a way only he can.
âI suppose,â you begin, tapping your finger over your chin. âI could be persuaded to thank you properly if you go back to bed with me.â
Lucien glances at the report and pretends to consider it for three whole seconds, before setting it down the table with finality. He smiles, as bright as the sun, beautiful, blinding, yours.
âLet's go then,â he says, as he easily carries you back to your room.
AN:
Hello! Iâm new to this fandom & Iâd love to hear your thoughts. đ
iâve been so obsessed with Lucien recently. I made art of him and I love how people kept mentioning his freckles so here is we are. + I hate the cold and had the thought that Lucien would be the perfect person to cuddle up to in winter.
#my fic#lucien#lucien acotar#lucien vanserra#lucien x reader#pro lucien vanserra#pro lucien#lucien fanfic#lucien fic#acotar fic#acotar fanfic#acotar fanfiction#acotar x reader#acotar x you#acotar x y/n#lucien x you#lucien x y/n#lucien fluff#fluff#acotar
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YOUâRE PRETTY. Danielle X reader
Synopsisâ Danielle canât help but be intrigued by you, your cold and quiet demeanor. She keeps trying her best to atleast make you crack a smile even if it was a small one.
Warnings .á Grumpy X sunshine, School au, Y/n is basically like a stone, probably will be a part 2 & 3, Dani is like the class clown,donât be surprised if itâs trashy I basically wrote this at 2:00am,female reader, FLUFF
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Yes she cracked another joke that caused the whole class to laugh or atleast smile. Including the teacher.
The whole class except one person. Y/nâŚ.
Instead she looked very annoyed from her facial expressions Danielle could tell. In addy to her annoyance she muttered something as she brought out her headphones plugging it into her ears and continued to draw.
Curiosity piped in and Danielle wanted to know more about this strange girl who looked grumpy as hell.
Although they have been in the same class for what seemed like a month, she never got her name.
By the end of the class as everyone stood up to talk to each other or walk out from the class, Danielle made her way towards y/n smiling brightly.
She lightly tapped the girl on her shoulders smiling even wider as she removed her headphones to look up to her.
âHiii! My name is Danielle and you must be?â She expressed with the brightest smile that could warm anyoneâs heart holding up her hands for her to shake.
The girl glared her hands before looking back to her. âY/nâ she muttered in a cold tone and went back to listening to music as she continued sketching.
âOhâŚ.â Danielle whispered as she stood there awkwardly, her hand still out. âNot the social type, I seeâŚâ she nodded her head in disappointment.
She opened and closed her mouth to say something but couldnât form any words at all.
When she saw that y/n didnât even spare her another glance and acted like there was no one there, she left her head hung low.
At the cafeteria her friends noticed that she looked quiet down than her usual self.
Hanni was the first to say something about it. âHey Dani is everything alright? You look a bit down and sulkyâ she asked in a concerned tone.
Danielle looked up to her and nodded. âOh everythingâs fine⌠itâs justâŚâ she hesitated for a bit before adding. âThereâs this one girl in my class that just seems grumpy and coldâŚ. But the thing is⌠I really want to make friends with her but itâs sooo thoughâ she ranted.
âAh I seeâ Minji said nodding her head in understanding.
âIs she shy?â Haerin asked quietly but audible enough for them to hear.
âIt seemed like it.. I donât know, I couldnât even tell, sheâs just so confusingâ she groaned, placing her face in her palm.
âMaybe sheâs just not the type that warms up to people easily ⌠like Haerin" Hyein pointed out.
âYeah, maybeâ she mumbled as she resumed back to eating her food.
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch break and the beginning of the last period before the end of the day.
Luckily for y/n the last period was Art, the subject she loved the most. The only subject she loved actually.
As soon as everyone had gathered into the art studio the teacher cleared their throat to gather everyoneâs attention. âAhem! Everyone quiet please and pay attentionâ they spoke firmly.
âSo thereâs nothing much to do for todays class as Iâm going to be pairing you all up for a project thatâs going to be submitted in 3DAYS timeâ they stated earning groans from all the students excluding y/n who was about to squeal in excitement but held it back to maintain her usual form.
âI HOPE you all realize that this is going to be 30% of your grades?â The teachers taunted with a smirk plastered across their face. âThe project is going to be a painting of a place that you seek comfort from the mostâ they added.
Almost immediately all the students fell silent.
âGood, now Iâll list out the name⌠Uhhhâ they squinted their eyes adjusting their specks. âDanielle and y/n?â They asked looking around the class.
Both y/n and Danielle raised up their hands.
Danielle was a bit happy that she atleast has an excuse to converse with y/n.
Y/n on the other hand was a little bit shocked as to why she would get paired with Danielle out of everyone in the class.
The teacher nodded as they took their seats back.
It was finally The end of classes for the day. Everyone stood up packing their bags and chatting with one another.
Danielle happily made her way towards YN smiling at her once again. âHi Iâm Danielle in case you didnât know and Iâm your partner for this projectâ she expressed with a smile.
Y/n just stared blankly at her which made Danielle feel a bit nervous. Y/n didnât speak a single word and just stared at her.
Danielle couldnât help but notice her cat-like features. She could feel herself getting drawn to her every passing minute of her stares.
She cleared her throat. âUhh so should we do the project at your house or mine?â She asked gulping nervously.
Y/n pointed at her. Danielle didnât understand at first but then realized she meant her house.
âI guess that means my house?â She spoke chuckling nervously.
âAlright just follow me!â She said turning her back to face Y/n as she left the classroom with y/n following from behind.
In a matter of time they reached the gates of a house that looked really massive.
Soon enough they reached Danielleâs bedroom. Y/n looked around noticing the girl adored the color yellow and all sort of bright colors.
Danielle brought out a box of art supplies and looked at Y/n. âSooo uhh would you like to paint it here or in the garden?â Danielle spoke.
Y/n thought for a while before finally coming to her decision. âThe gardenâ she briefly responded.
âAlright the garden it is, follow me!â She shrieked and happily skipped to the garden, YN trailing behind her.
As soon as they had settled pretty much everything Danielle spoke up. âSo where should we start fromâ she asked crossing her fingers and bit her lips hoping that y/n would say something this time.
âHmph, we can start by discussing places we seek comfort from the most, for me I seek comfort from my bedroom, because itâs place I can be all by myself away from any human interaction, how about you?â Y/n inquired then turning to Danielle who was already staring at her.
Y/nâs sudden gaze caused Danielle to flinch a bit, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. âUhh I seek comfort from my garden, itâs just always so bright and warm it makes me feel happyâ she expressed smiling as she looked around her garden.
Y/n frowned a bit. âDamn it. Itâs going to be a bit hard since we both come from different perspectives. You like happy and bright places while I prefer dark and quiet placesâ y/n spoke with a serious expression.
It was Danielleâs first time seeing someone this serious about an art project.
Suddenly y/n snapped her fingers. âI know! Weâll draw a garden but itâs not going to be bright and sunny instead itâs going to be dark and gloomyâ y/n stated with a small smirk on her face.
âYou do the sketch, Iâll do the paintingâ y/n commanded as she brought out all the paints with different sizes of paint brush.
Danielle nodded hesitantly as she held the pencil on the canvas not moving her hand a single inch.
âUhh you good? Your hand seems a bit stagnantâ Y/n asked raising an eyebrow.
âI- uhh , I- donât k-know how to sketch or drawâ Danielle replied feeling embarrassed for both her reason and her stuttering.
Y/n let out a low buy audible âohâ.
âDonât worry, Iâll teach youâ she asserted placing her hand on top of Danielleâs leading her hand.
Danielle couldnât help but blush at the warm feeling of y/nâs hand and the sudden sensation in her heart.
âItâs all doneâ Y/n spoke up letting go of Danielleâs hand. Danielle didnât want her to let go yet but she couldnât say anything about it. She didnât want to so as to not make y/n feel uncomfortable.
âLetâs start painting!â Y/n squealed lightly which was a shocker for Danielle. Was it the same person? Or an alien.
Y/n didnât want to admit, she actually had so much fun painting with Danielle. They way Danielle effortlessly cracked jokes, they way Danielle was the sweetest constantly asking if she needed anything like refreshments.
Y/n couldnât help but smile as she looked at Danielle whose face was a little bit covered in paint.
She laughed softly and spoke.âyour face is covered in paintâ. Y/nâs soft laugh caught Danielle off guard, she had dimples which nobody would probably never know of. Her mouth constantly opened and closed in shock.
She couldnât help but mutter a low âyouâre prettyâ staring at y/n in awe.
Y/nâs ears perked up at Danielleâs compliment her face returning back to her usual stoic self. âDonât look at meâ she firmly said going back to looking like her usual emoji âđžâ
Part 2, âł More grumpy x sunshine here
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I know you talked about meeting older bf!Simon in the alternate universe but can you please tell us how we met normal universe Simon?
oh 𼚠course i can write a little meet cute (i have oc you a little bit but thatâs ok i think)
the first time you ever meet your older bf!simon, youâre actually at work.
your boss tells you and the rest of your coworkers (very late notice, might you add) that your dinky little cafe is taking part in a government run initiative-
âservice for service menâ
the collective hum of confusement doesnât skip you and youâre even more confused when he tells you that different businesses are opening their doors to service men (and women technically) to allow them to integrate with their community.
you donât want to outright say it seems performative but, it definitely seems performative.
nevertheless, you get your apron on and wait for them to arrive. youâve already resigned yourself to the fact that, knowing your luck, youâre going to get some morally-grey weirdo.
instead you get-
âsimon riley, uh- ghostâ
your boss reads it from his clipboard as the man in question appears before you like an apparition. with a skull gator mask covering the lower half of his face.
ok.
you do your best to smile and give him your name when you learn quickly that this guy is a man of few words, but many grunts.
âdo you prefer simon or ghost?â
he eyes you in his peripheral as you move behind the counter towards your coffee machine. he doesnât answer and you know itâll be a long day.
âalright, iâm picking simonâ
and he doesnât argue so you take it as a win.
you bring him to the coffee machine and explain the bare basics, youâre also hyper aware that in a few days- heâs going to go back to handling guns and never make another cappuccino in his life so you donât go too crazy.
but he does have to make his own coffee.
âand then you would bring the milk jug to this spout and the steam froths itâ
his eyes are blank, unreadable- but jesus christ can he hold a stare. you get this unshakable sense that he does not give a fuck and, honestly, you canât blame him.
but it is your job.
âdo you want to give it a go?â
his eyes flicker to the machine for a second before theyâre back on yours, expecting more silent treatment you nearly jump when he speaks.
âwhat if i fuck it up?â
your eyebrows crinkle just a little. what? itâs a coffee machine? this manâs probably performed manoeuvres the average person didnât know existed.
and heâs scared of a coffee machine?
you almost want to snort a little laugh but a voice in your head tells you better not. instead you step a little closer to him.
âyou wonât, i wonât let youâ
and he catches you in his peripheral again, ever so slightly inching closer to you. he surprises you again by speaking up.
âwill yâtell me what tâdo?â
âif thatâs what youâd like, course i willâ
and thatâs what you do. massive hands dwarf the milk jug as he cradles it so not to scald the milk but moves it with a dexterity you can only admire.
âand pull it off like- that, thatâs perfectâ
he looks at the milk before he looks at you, almost like heâs studying your expression.
âyâsure?â
âyes- you did a good job, simonâ
he turns his head before you can get a good look at his expression. as heâs pouring the milk into the mug like youâd instructed, you very nearly missed what he said.
âi prefer simonâ
craning your neck so you can better see his face, you question it with a quiet hum.
âi prefer yâcalling me simon- i didnât want yâto call me ghostâ
oh.
âglad i picked well thenâ
he doesnât respond to that but you figure heâs not the type you push. his coffee rests on the bench before him and heâs looking at it like he wants to try.
then heâs looking around at all the people filling the small cafe and his knuckles nudge at the edge of his mask.
oh.
you donât know how you do it but you put two and two together quite quickly. eyes darting to the door behind you, youâre telling him to follow you.
he ends up, coffee in hand, in the small break room at the back. just a table and a couple chairs with a zip boiler on the wall.
you offer him a chair as you awkwardly hover by the door. âso you can enjoy your creationâ
he takes a seat and then looks at you expectantly, before nodding his head towards the other chair.
you sit, do what youâre told- and all of a sudden heâs checking his six once before he pulls the mask down.
it takes your breath away a little bit.
honestly? truthfully? he just looks like a man.
but to you? a part of you is worried that you might spend the rest of your life thinking about him.
like you might be old and grey one day without a thought left to your name but heâll be the last thing to leave your mind.
he doesnât break that hardline stare with you as he takes a sip. he really didnât have to groan quietly as he did it, but he did.
you think he watches you fidget. you think you like it. you think he does too.
at the end of the day, your coworkers are complaining as you all get your bags and close up shop for the day.
âi hope they all got something out of it cause i didnât get a single bloody thingâ
you snort in amusement, minding your business as you shrug your jacket on. as your hands burrow into your warm pockets you feel your fingers brush over the small slip of paper.
you could almost trace the pen stroked digits.
yeah, didnât get a bloody thing.
#and the rest was history#actually by the time you get home heâs already text you#all it says is âitâs simonâ but to you thatâs better than a poem#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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SWEETHEART!ANAKIN HEADCANONS
TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.
Sweetheart!Anakin whose mom was best friends with your mother so you two basically grew up together
Sweetheart!Anakin who always took care of you. Especially when he was a little boy; you were a bit younger than him, so he felt a responsibility to keep you safe. And since you two went to the same preschool it was easier;
Ani's eyes widened as he witnessed the boy pushing you. Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed over and shoved the boy back. "Hey!" his voice firm as he addressed the boy. "Leave her alone!" The little boy's ears perked up at Ani's words, and a look of surprise crossed his face. His cheeks flushed, realizing he'd been caught in the act. Ani stood protectively in front of you, his little fists clenched. "I said, leave her alone!" The other boy's voice trembled with fear as he sheepishly replied, "I-I'm sorry..." Before running away hastily, his small lisp prominent in his rushed apology. Ani turned to you, extending his hand to help you stand up. Worry was etched across his face as he asked, "Are you all right?" You nodded, gratefully accepting his small hand in yours. "Yes, thank you," you murmured softly. His pout deepened after his gaze moved down to your bruised knees. He knelt before you, gently examining them. "You're hurt..." he lamented quietly, his concern evident.
"Oh--I just fell," you managed to say, a slight lisp evident in your voice. Ani tenderly took your hand once more and guided you to sit on a nearby bench. He knelt in front of you, meticulously avoiding pressing too hard on your bruises. With care, Ani's young hands gently grazed your soft skin. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "It stings a bit," you replied, a frown creasing your face.
Ani furrowed his brows and glanced up at you, his young fingers dancing across your skin with delicate care. He bent down and gently blew on the tender skin, attempting to alleviate your pain. "My mother once told me that to soothe a wound, all you need is a kiss," he whispered, his speech slightly affected by a lisp. After placing a small peck on both your knees, he pulled away, diligently playing the role of a miniature doctor. A satisfied smile graced his face as he asked, "Better?"
"yes" you giggled
Sweetheart!Anakin who picks up flowers for you and tugs it behind your ear
Sweetheart!Anakin who started calling you Rapunzel after you dressed as her and his young self went high over heels for you
Sweetheart!Anakin who often spent time in your house as a kid;
You both were playing and running together in the garden before you stopped by the big, old tree "my mommy said that you have to love someone to get married" you said, turning your big, innocent eyes on him.
"Love? Like how my mom loves my dad?" Anakin repeated, his head tilted curiously.
You thought for a moment, your little mouth shaping the words. "I think..."
Anakin's thoughtful expression softened as he nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I think that's right. When you love someone, you want to be with them all the time. And my mom and dad are always together, so I guess they must love each other a lot"
"we are together all the time" you lisped to which Anakin's cheeks flushed pink at the realization of the truth in your words. You two were always together, and it suddenly felt like a profound revelation.
"Yeah... we are," he responded, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice as he looked down to kick a pebble with his foot.
Your innocent question, tinged with a hint of nervousness, hung in the air. "Does that mean we should get married?"
His eyes widened at the mention of 'marriage', a term he had heard his parents speak of but never fully grasped the true meaning of. Yet, the thought of being with you forever filled him with a sense of warmth and belonging.
He met your wide-eyed gaze, his cheeks still tinged with a soft pink. "I think it does," his heart pounding in his chest
"So... does that mean we're... engaged now?" he asked, his voice barely audible, his shy gaze searching your face for a reaction.
"I think..."
Anakin grinned at your response, a mixture of disbelief and joy coursing through him. Engaged to his best friend, his favorite person in the world - it was beyond his wildest dreams. Especially when he felt such strong feelings for you.
"We have to make it official then." His voice held a hint of determination, attempting to sound mature. "Wait here."
With childlike enthusiasm, he sprung up from the ground and bounded over to his mother, who was sitting with yours. He plucked something from his mother's hand and quickly rushed back to you while waving a ring pop. His face wreathed with nothing but a joyous grin
"Here, this is for you," he panted softly, offering you the reddish lollipop. "So we can make it official."
"Do you have one too?"
Anakin affirmed, his cheeks retaining a rosy hue. He fished another ring pop from his pocket and displayed it. "Of course I do. We are both getting engaged, remember? So we both need a ring."
Your mouth opened slightly, a sound of acknowledgment escaping you. "Okay.." you lisped as he gently slid the ring pop onto your little finger, before you reciprocated the gesture, placing the other on his finger.
Anakin popped the ring pop into his mouth and began to lave and suck on it, the sugar coating his tongue while the buzz of your pseudo-engagement added a delightful twist to the taste.
"Yours is strawberry..mine is apple," he said, extending the lollipop to you. "Wanna try?"
You sat there, sharing your ring pops and sampling each other's flavors. It was pure sweetness, both of candy and the innocence of the moment. "Should we kiss now?"
"And don't you do it when you get married?" you inquired
Anakin's cheeks flushed in response to the question, knowing that kissing was often associated with it. However, he hadn't experienced it for himself. The idea of kissing you stirred a fluttering sensation in his stomach.
"Well... yeah, I think so..." he mumbled shyly
So with nervousness that mixed with excitement, you both leaned in, your youthful lips meeting in a shy and innocent kiss. However, after pulling away, your little faces contorted into exaggerated expressions of disgust.
"Ugh..."
"Eww--" you exclaimed, wiping your lips as if trying to erase the memory of the kiss.
Anakin, mirroring your action, wiped the back of his hand over his lips "Yeah... that was icky," he said. "We're never doing that again."
You nodded fervently "Never"
Sweetheart!Anakin who gives you tutoring lessons from math since he knows you suck at it
Sweetheart!Anakin who never has stopped having the deepest crush on you and still held the ring pop in his nightstand
Sweetheart!Anakin who was absolutely pissed (at himself) and devastated after he found out you've got a boyfriend. And obviously he didn't like him at all. He hadn't even given him a chance from the beginning
Sweetheart!Anakin Who was there for you when your (ex)boyfriend acted like a piece of shit
Sweetheart!Anakin who made sure to appreciate you all the time after you two got together. Would buy/get you your favorite flowers, make sure to show you love through deed. Just do everything he dreamed of doing since the second grade
Sweetheart!Anakin who climbed to your window in the middle of the night just because you were grounded at haven't seen him in a long time;
You grumbled to yourself, irritated with the grounding that seemed utterly senseless to you. Laying on your back on the bed, you stared up at the ceiling, the silence in the room enveloping you like a heavy blanket.
Suddenly, a small knock sounded at the window, catching your attention. At first, you dismissed it as nothing more than a bird or a raindrop. But soon, the knocking grew louder, its rhythm growing more urgent.
You sat up, wondering what could be making such a commotion. Climbing out of bed, you walked cautiously toward the window with your heart starting to race.
Your eyes widened at the sight of Anakin in the hood and you immediately opened the window "Ani?" you whispered in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
With a gentle smile, he spoke softly, his voice barely overheard over the pitter-patter of the rain. "Missed you."
"i-are you out of your mind? It's dangerous" you whisper-yelled
"I'll be fine." Anakin said, holding tight on your window to not slip down your roof. "just had to see you."
"my dad will kill you--"
"He won't if you keep quiet." Anakin joked as he fully lifted his body through the window, now standing in your room. The floor got damp from his dripping clothes. With a soft huff, he pushed his soaked hair from his face, the strands plastered to his forehead.
The sight made you cross your arms and let out a small scoff "I can't believe you literally climbed up to my window."
Anakin let out a quiet chuckle and his eyes roamed over your figure before his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. He smirked as he quipped, "Wouldn't have done it if you weren't grounded, Rapunzel."
"That's not my fault."
With his arms encircling you completely, Anakin held you snuggly against his chest, the cold dampness of his shirt seeping through your clothes. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle and tender gesture. "I know," he whispered with a smile "I missed you a lot tho"
Sweetheart!Anakin who let's you eat his food, even though he has enough of your food-mood changes sometimes
Sweetheart!Anakin who's a true gentleman to you
Sweetheart!Anakin who's writing you love letters at least few times in a month. He enjoys every time pouring all of his emotions towards you on paper. There's something fulfilling in this, knowing he gives you a small testament of his love
Sweetheart!Anakin who often competed with you for fun in different categories. Of course with making sure you always lose. Would distract you on purpose while you two play Mario Kart or compete in baking
Sweetheart!Anakin who let's you cuddle to him while he plays with his friends;
Your eyes followed Anakin diligently as he immersed himself in the game, his fingers dancing across the buttons and keys. Boredom slowly crept in, prompting you to set down your phone and shift toward him. With a quick movement, you silently crawled from the cozy bed and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind.
"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, the clicky sound of his fingers against the controller filling your ears.
As you leaned in to press a soft kiss against the exposed skin of his neck, you could feel Anakin's fingers instantly freeze on the buttons. He paused his actions and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of you over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours.
A sly grin stretched across his lips "What's up?"
"m'bored" you mumbled
Anakin's grin only widened and he reached up to pull one of your arms over his head, spinning the computer chair around in a swift move. Caught off guard, you stumbled forward, falling onto his lap and straddling his legs on the plush seat. It gave him the perfect excuse to place his hands on your waist, shifting and adjusting your position to make you more comfortable
"Bored, huh?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery.
"don't make fun of me" you pouted
"Can't help it when you make it so easy, doll" Anakin leaned back in the chair and adjusted his grip on your lower back. With a firm tug, he pulled you closer, pressing your body firmly against his chest and elicited a slight gasp of surprise from your lips.
However this small moment of shared eye contact quickly ended when his friends' voices echoed through his headphones, calling out for his attention in the game. He sighed and rolled his eyes, reaching up to adjust his headset back over his head.
"Sorry, sorry..I'm back" he muttered into the microphone, his finger pressing down on the comm button.
He started playing again, fingers moving rapidly on the controller as he shifted in the chair. He held you close against his chest, almost like you were his own personal pillow. The only time his hands would stray from the controls are when he would rub soothing and soft circles on your hips or thighs, pressing kisses on the top of your head
Sweetheart!Anakin who spend ten years building your dream house; including everything you wanted
Sweetheart!Anakin who gives you random drawings time to time. All he'd need is a piece of paper with even smaller pencil. Often he draw you, founding you as his muse;
"What are you doing?" you whispered in his ear, your arms wrapping around his neck from behind. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the heat of his blush against your lips.
He startled, breaking from his thoughts as he was pulled back to reality. He looked at you, a light flush spreading across his face. His pencil continued to move across the page, tracing lines on your face. "Just drawing you," he replied, his voice soft.
"oh? am i the muse?" You teased quietly
He smirked. "More than that. You're a living work of art" Anakin murmured sincerely
You chuckled softly, reaching for his sketchbook with curiosity. But he held it firm, not letting you sneak a peek just yet.
"Ah, ah, ah" he said, his voice a blend of sweetness and teasing. "Not until I'm done, hm?"
"i thought you've already finished"
"Well, I'm not done yet," he said, his focus going back to the sketch
You leaned in closer, your voice a sultry whisper in his ear. "Can I at least see some of your other drawings?"
Knowing that you won't stop asking, he sighed "Yeah, of course," he murmured, releasing his grasp on the sketchbook to hand it over. "I mostly draw people I find interesting... or beautiful," he confessed.
You gently took the sketchbook, leafing through the pages with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The sketches all featured you - smiling, holding flowers, against scenic backdrops...always you. As you flipped through the portraits, a frown tugged at your lips.
"But there's only me here," you said, glancing up at him.
"Well, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. So it only makes sense that you're the subject of my art..You're my muse, my love, the source of my inspiration," he paused, and looked at you with a teasing gaze. "am I not allowed to draw what's mine?"
You ignored his comment, going through the pages when a sketch caught your eye - a drawing of you posed as Aphrodite- naked
Anakin smirked, watching you admire his work. The detailed background resembled a scene from Greek mythology, the delicate strokes of the pencil bringing the image to life. "Well...?" he inquired, his gaze teasing. "What do you think?"
After stumbling over your words, the only thing you could manage to say was, "I'm naked here."
Anakin's smile widened as he responded with a hint of admiration. "Yes, you are. But then again, you're a goddess. Shouldn't a goddess be portrayed in all her glory, after all?" He chuckled softly and teased, "Besides, I've had plenty of time to memorize the view." To which you shot him a glare
He paused then, concern flickering in his eyes as he leaned in a bit. "Do you not like it?" he asked softly, searching your face for a response.
"No- I love it," you replied, your voice still a bit flustered. "I just... didn't expect to see myself portrayed as Aphrodite."
The corners of Anakin's lips curled back into a smirk, his voice getting lower and deeper now. "Well, you're beautiful enough to be one," he murmured. "And you're certainly enough of an inspiration for me to draw you in such a way."
Anakin leaned in even closer, his gaze fixed on yours, his smirk growing more mischievous. "And perhaps... I wanted to show you how beautiful you truly are, without all that fancy clothes you always wear."
You smacked his shoulder "Ani!"
Anakin chuckled at your reaction. "hey, Iâm just being honest!" He grinned widely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "You canât tell me youâre not beautiful. Youâre the embodiment of beauty to me."
Sweetheart!Anakin who waited with sex till marriage. He just found it as something special and as much as he loved you, he wanted to have his first time during the wedding night;
"you're so beautiful..so so beautiful..couldn't take my eyes off of you..so pretty, Mrs. Skywalker" he pressed gentle kissed on your neck before pulling away to watch your expression
he moaned lowly at your twisting in pleasure face, his hips rolling against yours in slow, almost torturing, painful way "such a pretty sounds you make.."
all you could do was moan and mewl as his member stretched your tight core "a-ani" you desperately held onto his arms, probably even digging your nails to his skin out of such intense feeling
he shivered at you saying his name like that. His large hands squeezed your flesh, hoping he doesn't do this too roughly. He wanted this to be pleasurable for not only him, but especially you. But oh how he tried to keep his self-control in check.. "you're..so.. tight.." he murmured while his eyes followed every inch of your face "damnit, is it gonna sound weird if I say that I imagined this moment already?"
you could barely comprehend any given information; your brain was focused on one thing and it was deep inside of you. So to not leave him without a response, you shaked your head
"good.." he panted as his hand moved to caress your cheek, his eyes scanning your face and trying to memorize it in this very moment "been dreaming of this for so so long.." this time he groaned, pushing his length even deeper inside of you to reach this particular sweet spot "feels better than my imagination"
your lips parted to let out the prettiest whimper "oh gods, just look at you.. you're a masterpiece.." he breathed, his hand tracing down to squeeze your jingling breast "you'll be the death of me, you know that?"
he was completely lost in this moment, it was obvious that it was hard for him to keep a steady, slow pace as his body screamed for you. "please tell me I'm not dreaming .." he begged "can't believe i have you now..forever..gods, I would lie if i said it was easy to wait..but damn, you feel even better knowing that I've waited"
he was getting more and more worked up, his breath coming in pants. he had to remind himself to keep the pace slow for your sake, but it was, again, getting very hard for him to do so. his hands roamed down to your hips to hold you in place "i can't get enough of you..I'll never get enough of you.."
"how do you feel?.." he asked, a desperate hint in his voice like he had a goal to make you feel heaven "I'm not being too rough, am I?"
"no..just..can you go..faster?" your voice came out as rather nervous and shy. So many years together, almost an entire life and in such intimate concept, you still felt a little bit conscious. Maybe because it's this desired first time?
his breath hitched at your words and he let out a loud exhale. with no more to add he did as you requested; his hips starting to thrust faster, harder "oh kriff.." he moaned his body shuddering from the overwhelming sensation of finally being with you like this "oh kriff, you feel so good.." his head fell to the side
With his urgent moves, you felt yourself going crazy. Your eyes rolled from pleasure that enveloped your whole body, your hands almost falling from his arms "i--something's happening" you whimpered
"f-fuck.." he groaned lowly as he felt you tighten around him..hard. He was a mess; his lips parted and his eyes a bit unfocused "oh kriff..oh stars..oh kriff.." he repeated, his body slightly shivering and his muscles tensing up as he moved faster, almost desperately trying to bring himself and you over the edge
"i think I'm close ani--"
"kriff, I'm too..I don't think I'll last much longer" he groaned, his dick pulsing around your core "..not with you squeezing..around me like that.."
Sweetheart!Anakin Who turns into a small boy when he's sleepy;
"Hug me until I smell like you" he murmured, nuzzling to your chest
It was normal for Anakin to be sleepy but there were days where he was super sleepy. His eyes fighting to keep open, his hands aching to wrap around your waist, in desperate need to be close to you. So how could you refuse him this pleasure of small needs? Your hand tangled in his curls while you scrolled through the words in your book
"I want to kiss you a lot, you know?" His voice muffled against your chest
"yeah?" your lips curled into a small smile
"yeah..you're my sun, my moon and all my starts.." his face nuzzled even more to your body as if you were his pillow
Sweetheart!Anakin who learned how to cook for you. His hands in a mix of flour, eggs and just everything to call his mom in the middle of the happening disaster in both pot and oven, hoping she'd ease his fear of his end
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Falling asleep on Eddieâs bed in the middle of the day and the sweet things that ensue after.
(CW: g!n reader, Eddie calls reader âprettyâ once). |0.8k|
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Eyes still closed, you smile lazily as you tune into the rattling and whir of the yellowed fan. Basically all it does is push around warm air, but its gentle gust brushing your bare shoulders pleases you nonetheless. Sometime in the early afternoon when youâd first dozed off atop Eddieâs covers it stood, unplugged, on his side of the bed.
You know heâs next to you before youâve fully woken from your brief slumber. The dip in the mattress, the quiet scratching of a pencil on paper. These signs not only alert you of his presence but encourage you to blink your eyes open as you draw in a deep breath.
Your gaze settles at his hip. The curled edges of Eddieâs cut up band tee rest just below his waist, exposing a sliver of pale skin.
âMmh,â you grumble, squinting up at him as the sunshine casts a glow across the bed. âWhat time is it?â
Eddieâs eyes, appearing much lighter as they soak up the glowing rays, crinkle in the corners as they meet yours, a smile playing at his lips. âHey, sleepy.â
âDopey,â you greet in jest.
He smiles bigger, squeezing his eyes shut as a quick breath escapes his nose.
âVery original.â Eddieâs deadpan tone does not match the delight kissing his features.
You shrug with some difficulty (only one shoulder lifts as the other is pressed into the bed), as if to say âWhat did you expect? It was right there.â
Rolling over onto your back, you stretch out like a cat, your whole body lengthening as your arms reach above your head, and release an involuntary groan of pleasure feeling as your muscles stretch.
Outside, trees rustle in the breeze and children shout and laugh as they play in the summer sun. Theyâre such nostalgic sounds they make your heart ache for the briefest of moments, like theyâd evoked a sweet childhood memory which melted away before it could fully resurface.
Sensing his eyes on you, you peek back up at Eddie as your right hand comes to rest on your stomach, the left one falling palm-up by your side.
âYou look pretty when you first wake up,â he expresses, all warmth and love.
âNo way.â No one does. He just loves you.
âYes way,â He mocks lightly as he stares down at you, his hand coming to settle over your forearm as he rubs his thumb into your skin.
You concede because you know you could both go back and forth like that forever. And because youâre too warm and feel too much like jelly to argue.
Instead, you sigh contentedly before pushing yourself up so youâre shoulder-to-shoulder with Eddie.
Lolling your head onto his shoulder, you whisper, âTime?â
So apparently taken by your slightly puffy face, heâd likely forgotten youâd even asked.
Immediately, he extends his left arm out to you so you can read the watch settled on his wrist.
2:22pm.
Tugging his arm gently to your face, you press a quick kiss to his hand, âThanks.â
He hums as you place your head back on his shoulder, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. Despite the warmth in the room the sound gives you chills.
âWatcha drawinâ?â You sing-song, though you can see his sketchbook from this angle.
âWatcha think?â
You almost jest, say, feet, before you realize, âAre those my hands?â
They must be. You know it not because of how detailed the drawing is. Itâs more of a sketch so far. You know it because of the ring on the middle finger.
Eddie had found it while thrifting and gifted it to you one day. It wasnât a birthday or anniversary or holiday. Just a normal day in March. It was a particularly frigid day, all grey skies and icy window sills. Youâd arrived at the trailer after your shift about 20 minutes before Eddie. But when he did arrive, he went straight to you, and he said, I got ya somethinâ with that charming smile of his, all fidgety and excited like he was about to open presents on Christmas day. And then presented you with that beautiful ring heâs so carefully sketching onto your graphite hands.
âMhm. Youâve got nice ones,â he says, taking hold of one of yours and softly tracing the ridges of your knuckles before thumbing the silver ring. It never comes off.
Your heart aches in the best way. You feel so content being here with him. Napping on his bed and waking up to him drawing you, caring for you, loving you. You squeeze his hand in yours before tilting upwards to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.
âKeep drawing, please?â
You canât believe you get to sit here next to him in the middle of a balmy summerâs day while he presses pencil to paper with that rickety old fan sitting on your side of the bed.
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