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usomads · 3 days ago

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Pin Me // Roman Reigns x Reader

***Author’s Note: Hiii I’m back! Had a dream about this recently and figured I’d write it out for y’all. 🤭 Also, tysm for the feedback on the first one shot I did! I wasn’t expecting that big of a response lmao, but I figured I’d write another one to feed y’all. Happy reading! 🖤***

Plot -> You’re an up and coming wrestler on the main roster, working mid card matches to make your way through the ranks and into the main event scene until you find yourself teaming up with the main event.

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Hickies, Spanking, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.6k

“Miss Y/N, I know you took some bad bumps out there but please try to sit still so we can examine you,” the trainer pleaded. You just had a dark match against Piper Niven before the show opened and you were hurting badly, taking some brutal spots in the process. In the end you had pulled out the win, but you didn’t feel like a winner at that moment. You felt like your ribs had shattered into a million pieces, and it didn’t feel good. “So there’s no breaks or anything like that, you’re just understandably banged up. Keep icing it like you’re doing now and take a Tylenol every now and again, and you should be good to go. Just, don’t go jumping off of things for the next couple days and you’ll be good,” the trainer chuckled. You weakly smiled at him and attempted to get up from the table, but the TV broadcasting Smackdown caught your attention. Roman Reigns caught your attention.

The Bloodline story always captivated you, and it’s part of the reason you started seriously working on your in-ring character. They were the top of the food chain, the blockbuster event, the money ticket, and you hoped one day to grow to their level of popularity and success. Roman and Solo were both cutting a promo, and at first it seemed like the typical stuff. Both claiming to be the Head of the Table, both wanting the crowd to acknowledge them, but it was something Solo said that immediately piqued your interest. “Nobody in the locker room likes you, Roman. The men hate you, the women fear you… you know what-,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I challenge you to find any woman back there that’s dumb enough to team up with you and go against me and my partner next Saturday at Main Event. You win, and I’ll let you have a shot at my ula fala” Roman scoffed, clearly unamused that Solo was doing everything but facing him one-on-one, but agreed to his challenge.

“Wiseman,” he turned to Paul, his longtime advisor as he spoke, “You know what to do.”

Paul wasted no time, making sure to acknowledge his Tribal Chief before he hurried backstage to find the general manager. Now that the segment was over you had no excuse to sit in the trainer’s room, so you walked out and made your way back to the women’s locker room. Still clutching the ice pack to your ribs, you walked gingerly but not before being stopped. “Excuse me, miss Y/N, could I borrow a minute of your time?” There before you was the Wiseman himself, looking more stressed than usual. You were stunned, why would Paul want to talk to me of all people? “Of course, Mr. Heyman. I was just heading back to the locker room. Is everything okay?” “Oh please, call me Paul,” he paused, carefully choosing his next words, “I saw your match with Piper tonight, you looked like a star out there. The splash from the top rope to the announce table was incredible. I-” he stopped his ramblings as his eyes drifted to your ice pack on your ribs, a look of (fear? worry?) evident across his face.

“Oh don’t worry, Mr. Hey- I mean Paul, nothing’s broken. Just a little banged up is all, I’ll be good to go in a couple days,” you smiled as relief washed over his face. “Good, good! I mean- not good that you’re banged up, good that you-” “I know what you mean, Paul,” you chuckled at him, trying to calm him as best you could. “But you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes, right! Well-” he clears his throat, “As the Wiseman to our esteemed Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, I have been tasked with finding a suitable partner to join him in taking down Solo Sikoa and… whoever his partner is… so I was wondering-”

“Hold on a second, Paul, you want me to be Roman’s tag team partner? I mean forgive me for saying this but isn’t there someone… I don’t know�� more worthy of a main event spot than me? Does he even know you’re asking me?”

“Well, not exactly,” he hesitated, “the Tribal Chief has… how do I say this… never been one to make friends. So I’ve so far been unsuccessful in finding him a suitable partner, but you’re here and the match you just put on was phenomenal! Even the Tribal Chief himself said you had a lot of promise, which is more than he says about anyone else…” he continued, “but no, I have not told him I was going to speak with you.” “Then let’s go talk to him, I want him to be okay with me being his partner before I agree to anything.” ******************************************************************

“You can’t be serious, Paul.” Roman sighed in clear frustration with the whole thing, “I mean she’s basically a rookie. And you think it’s a good idea for her to partner with me?” “Well yes, my Tribal Chief. I would never lead you astray.” You squirmed where you stood across the room, uncomfortable with the tension in the air surrounding your presence. Paul continued, “I asked everyone else in the locker room, and all of them declined. If you want to reclaim your ula fala, she’s your only option.” It was then that Roman finally glanced in your direction, eyeing you up and down as he pondered on his decision. His stare alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees, but you hid that as best as you could. Or tried to, anyway. The silence in the air was thick, and before you could stop yourself you were already speaking. “Ro- I mean, my Tribal Chief-” “Please, Joe is fine.”

“O-okay, Joe-,” you stammered. No man has ever made you act like this; you were always so confident, but here you were fumbling your words and stuttering through your sentences like you were a little girl all over again. It was almost pathetic how much of an effect he had on you, but you continued, “I- think Paul is right. I know I-I’m not a b-big name in this business yet but- you need to win back your ula fala, and you need someone willing to team with you to do it. I’m willing. I’ll help you.” Joe studied your body language as you spoke, watching the way you stood nervously across the room from him and how you were slightly shaking due to the pressure you were under. He watched your breathing, noticing you were breathing heavier with each word that came out of your mouth. He also noticed your lack of eye contact with him, your eyes glued to the floor afraid to look at his reaction to your sudden outburst. Joe had been wronged so many times before by people he loved dearly. Being forced to trust a complete stranger in his quest to regain what was rightfully his seemed unfair, but Paul and Y/N were right- it was the only way he was going to be able to do it. “Come here, Y/N.” Your eyes shot up from the floor at his response, looking at Paul for assurance. Paul gave you a small smile in return, letting you know it was okay to approach him. You made your way to him slowly, still looking anywhere but at him as you did so. When you finally reached him your eyes were still down, not daring to make contact, but a jolt of energy made you do so. With a singular calloused finger he lifted your chin until you were staring back at him. He towered over you and his dark brown eyes stared into your own with a burning intensity you couldn’t quite place.

“You both are sure this is going to work?” He asked you and Paul, still maintaining his gaze with you. “Yes, my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied, a little more confident in his decision than he was about 10 minutes ago. “What about you, Y/N, you’re sure it’ll work?” You swallowed hard, feeling more pressure than ever before. This has to work, you thought, there’s no other option. Letting out a heavy breath you didn’t know you were holding, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, my Tribal Chief.” “Wiseman, go let Aldis know I found my partner. Oh, and make sure it says between us; I don’t want Solo to see this coming.”

******************************************************************

The day of Saturday Night’s Main Event was finally here, and neither Solo nor the WWE Universe knew you were the ‘mystery partner’. That wasn’t for a lack of trying though, Solo tried every trick in the book to figure it out. Harassing Nick Aldis, sending his lackeys to break into Joe’s dressing room for clues, none of them worked. You both had kept tight-lipped about your partnership, having secret training sessions together in the week leading to the match and keeping creative meetings to ‘need to know personnel’ only. Their plan was executing flawlessly but just had one more step to go: the true element of surprise.

Solo and his partner, Nia Jax, made their entrances into the ring and stood in wait for Roman and his ‘mystery partner’, but were shocked to find that Roman was making his entrance alone. That’s because you were lying under the ring, waiting for your cue to strike. Roman finally entered the ring prompting Solo to start antagonizing him and Nia getting in on the action. Her and Solo’s backs were turned and that’s when you made your appearance, striking Nia from behind and throwing them both off guard.

The match itself was pretty standard, Solo and Roman starting things off. Roman had the upper hand very quickly, but over time that changed. Near fall after near fall from both men ensued, with Superman Punches, Samoan Spikes, Spears, and everything in between. It was apparent that Roman was trying to use most of the time in the ring, he was trying to win this all by himself. But eventually that came back to bite him in the ass, as now he was beaten badly and needed help. His body nearly on the brink of exhaustion as he desperately tried to win in every way possible, to no avail. He knew in the back of his mind you were going to have to finish this match, and that his fate was ultimately in your hands. You knew it too, so while he laid limply in the ring after kicking out of two Samoan Spikes you were screaming for his attention. He dragged himself across the ring to you, finally relenting and giving you the chance to win this, and tagged you in right as Solo was tagging Nia. You entered the ring and suddenly every doubt you had and every insecurity of yours quadrupled as you stood across the ring from the Smackdown Women’s Champion. She came in with a fury you had never encountered before, or seen, and was countering every piece of offense you could get in. But after her initial rush of offense she slowed down, and that was when you struck. You start throwing heavy strikes, tackles, drops, you were unloading the clip of your entire move set on her, and it was working. You had her down on the mat, and were climbing the top rope to hit your finisher on her and nailed it. You immediately crawled on top of Nia to use your signature pin, by straddling her head and using your knees to keep her shoulders down. It was at this moment you locked eyes with Roman who had a different look in his eyes than you’ve ever seen before, eyes darker than ever as they trailed down your body and stared at your suggestive pin position. 1… 2… 3…

You won. You pinned Nia, and you just secured Roman’s opportunity at the ula fala. Both of your names were being announced but you couldn’t hear it, stuck in this trance of Roman’s stare. He entered the ring and stood over you as you were still straddling Nia, looking down at you as you were practically on your knees in front of him. He guides you to your feet by lightly grabbing your chin, making sure he keeps his eyes on your facial features.

“Be at my locker room in 10 minutes,” he says loud enough for only you to hear, “we’ve got some celebrating to do.” ******************************************************************

You had only given one soft knock on the door before it flung open and were dragged inside, now roughly pressed against it as bites and bruises were being scattered across your neck.

“You did so good for me out there, baby, winning for me all by yourself,” Joe growled against you, “So daddy’s gonna reward you, all you gotta do it be a good girl f’me and you’ll get want you want. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, f-fuck, yes sir.” Joe groaned in response and ripped off your ring gear, as you now stood completely bare before him. He drank in your naked body, how it was curved in all the right places with your beautiful breasts and ass perfectly on display for him. It was then that he noticed the artwork decorating your hip and thigh, a true masterpiece that would make Botticelli’s portrait of Venus look like a kid’s drawing. One that he would have no shame in hanging above his fireplace and admiring it for as long as he lives.

He attached his lips to yours in an instant and you felt as though you were putty in his hands. This kiss was needy, desperate, and your hands felt the same as your hands wandered up and down his torso and his gripping your ass and breasts like his life depended on it. Joe removed the shirt he was wearing to reveal his god-like body to you, and you felt your wetness begin to drip just from the sight of him alone. His hands continued to wander, reaching your aching core as he let a singular calloused finger drag itself through your wetness. You bucked your hips in response, wanting more of him, but instead felt another large hand grab your waist. “Uh-uh princess, none of that. You’re gonna take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy, I just-,” your sentence was halted in its tracks by a rough smack to your ass, making you cry out in pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Don’t talk back to me baby, Daddy doesn’t wanna have to punish you before you get your reward,” he leans into your ear, lips brushing your earlobe as he whispers, “and you don’t want that, do you baby?”

“N-no, no sir. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl, now show Daddy how good your mouth looks full of his cock.” You drop to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt around his hips. Finally you unbuckle it, removing it and releasing him from the confines of his pants and boxers. His cock is as god-like as the rest of him, perfect length, thickness, and the right amount of veins that you know will have your head spinning the moment it enters you.

“Look at me baby,” he tilts your head towards him with his finger, “open your mouth for me.” Reluctantly, you obeyed as he leaned down and spit in your mouth, giving you more to coat his dick with. Still looking up at him, you wrap your hand around the base and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to pump his cock and fully coat it. You stroke him a few more times before dragging your tongue along one of the veins, making him shudder and let out a low groan, bringing his fingers to your hair and tugging lightly.

“Mmm baby don’t tease Daddy, go ahead pretty girl.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, giving kitten licks and sucking the sensitive head. He hisses and tugs harder on your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. You relax your jaw as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, using your tongue and hollowing your cheeks with your movements. Looking up at Joe you see he is a mess above you, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and moaning your name. To you he always looked like a god among men, but seeing him in this state and being the one to get him there made you want him more than anything in your life. “F-fuck Y/N, you take me so well sweetheart, but I wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He helps you to your feet and guides you to the couch. He lays down, and as you move to straddle his waist, he stops you. “No, baby. I want you to pin me.” You look at him confused for a moment, unsure of what he’s saying. “Your pin tonight,” he adds, “pin me like you did Nia.” You hesitate before climbing on top of him, straddling his shoulders and resting your calves on them. “Like this, daddy?” You ask nervously.

“No baby, like this.” He lifts your hips from their seated position and brings your pussy directly to his face, where he latches his lips to your aching core. The feeling of his lips and tongue eating you with such desperation makes you jolt forward, grabbing onto his hair for support. He chuckles against you briefly before going back to work on you, licking your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue is working wonders on you as he plays with your entrance before slipping it inside. The feeling is overwhelming, both tender and rough at once. You feel yourself getting closer, your walls fluttering around his tongue with every movement it makes. All of a sudden though, he stops, and you whine in response. “As much as I’d love to eat you for every meal and then some, I think the winner here deserves to cum around my cock. Would you like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes, Daddy please, please fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight, I think you deserve it baby. Come on.” You both get up as he bends you over the couch, teasing your entrance with his cock before roughly slamming into you from behind. You scream out in response, which makes him cover your mouth and bring you close.

“Now baby, as much as I’d love to hear you scream my name over and over, I gotta keep you quiet. You wouldn't want someone barging in, would you?” Your pussy tightens around him in response and you moan into his hand. “Oh, you dirty girl… I gotta keep you around, don’t I princess?” He removes his hand from your mouth and brings it to your hair, wrapping it around his wrist for leverage and tugging it as he pounds you from behind. His free hand is roughly smacking your ass as he roughly fucks you, making your pussy squeeze his cock. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing you can think about is him and how good he’s fucking you as you become a moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans in your ear, “your Tribal Chief wants to fill your pretty pussy full of his cum, can I baby?” “Mmm, y-yes m-my T-tribal chief. Want y-you to f-fill me up.” He moans at your response, speeding up his thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping and moans have completely filled the room. You knew if some poor soul walked by they’d know exactly what was happening in here, but neither of you cared. Right now, the only thing on both of your minds was how incredible you felt. It didn’t take long for him to figure out where your spot was, feeling your pussy react to him with every snap of his hips. Both of you were close now, you could feel it, but your orgasm was the first to hit. And it was intense. Your knees buckled under you as you spasmed under him and pushed back further into him, driving him deeper than before. The feeling of you cumming around him was what did him in, releasing himself into you in waves that had him coating your walls completely, marking your pussy as his. He admires his work in front of him; you completely fucked out before him, neck covered in marks he left on you, pussy swollen and red from the beating he just gave it, and best of all, leaking his cum. He takes a moment to come back down to Earth and takes in his surroundings, eyes landing on the ripped up garments on the floor that was your ring gear. Chuckling, he picks up his phone and dials a number. “Hey, Paul. I- yes, we’re fine. Listen, I need you to bring an extra set of clothes with you. There was, um,” he pauses, watching your glossy eyes close and your breathing soften, “an incident.” Paul begins to tease him through the phone, but Joe isn’t listening; he’s admiring the woman sleeping soundly before him and realizing that maybe the match wasn’t the only thing she won tonight, but she had won his heart too.

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns oneshot

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luvyeni · 11 hours ago

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⠀ ( drabble ) pretty girl ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 앤톤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ anton love having sex with you , like really ヾ

bf!anton・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ softdom!anton, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex‎ ‎ wc ・ ‎0.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. inspired by this but i just need smth rlly rlly romantically raunchy maybe like size training or “making it fit” with anton 😔 maybe with like body worship?

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 anton has really put everyone in a tizzy lately everyone is thirsting over him … i support 💯…

you looked so pretty; staring up at him with teary eyes as he rubbed his cock between your puffy folds. “so cute baby.” he bent down to kiss your wet cheeks. “so fucking cute.”

“you want it baby?” you nodded. “s-so bad , please fuck me.” he groaned, cock twitching against your cunt. “okay pretty i’ll give you what you want.” he tapped the head of his cock on your sensitive clit. “fill you up with my fat cock.” you moaned as he pressed the tip of his cock at your waiting hole. “a-anton.”

“fuck baby.” he let out a gasp; your tiny cunt sucked in his length. “so-so big.” you moaned, the feeling of his cock stretching you out. “mh’ not gonna fit.” you pushed at his waist. “no no princess.” he grabbed both your wrist. “we’re gonna make it fit, you can take it.” he smiled down at you — like his cock wasn’t bullying your cervix. “you’re such a good girl, you can take it.”

you were mumbling a bunch of nonsense as he fully seethed himself inside of you. “sh-shit good girl , took my cock fully.” he kissed your breast. “gonna fuck your pretty pussy.” he groaned, slowly moving your hips. “god fuck you’re so pretty.” you moaned as his praise. “you like that baby?” he hissed. “you like when i praise your pretty body when i fuck you?” you nodded. “so-so much, please keep going.”

“i love it too baby -fuck- love the way you clench around me when i tell you how much i love fucking you.” you both moaned out. “love the way you twitch under me when i kiss your prey tittes…” bending down to kiss your bust. “fuck baby just like that.” he began to speed up. “anton!” you squealed. “anton please!” he pressed down on your stomach. “you see that , that’s me in your stomach.” he cursed. “fuck.”

your nails dug into his buff arms; the gym doing him good these past weeks, hips lifting up only for him to hold them down, plunging his cock deeper inside. “anton im gonna cum!” your head thrown back. “yeah?” he moaned when you began to clench down on him. “gonna cum on my cock.” he rubbed little figure 8’s on your clit. “fuck yeah cum for me pretty.” he grunted. “cream my cock for me.”

your body began to convulse as you came, moaning the boys name over and over as your orgasm took over. “fuck that’s baby , cum all over my cock -fuck- im gonna cum!” he pressed his lips against yours , kissing you tenderly soaking up all your moans as he came inside you. he pulled away with a smile on his face , cheeks red from the heat. “good girl.”

he slowly pulled out; his milky substance pooling out of you. “look at that , pussy is all messy because of me.” he kissed your neck. “should help you out, shouldn’t i?” he said , kissing down your stomach. “keep those pretty legs open for me.” you moaned , he smiled looking at your cunt dripping with his cum. “an-anton.” you moaned, he kissed your folds. “so sweet.” he licked your clit.

“gonna eat your pretty pussy until you’re shaking for me.”

©️LUVYENI

#riize imagines #riize x imagine #riize drabbles #riize smut #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #riize x reader #anton hard thoughts #anton hard hours #anton scenarios #anton smut #anton x reader #anton fic

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kkayyerr · 1 day ago

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i sick too! maybe you could do something with daddy rafe looking after a sick reader? i got very clingy when i sick. i hopes you feels better soon!

Sickening

Summary: Pogues let little!reader get sick and daddy!Rafe is not happy about that.

Warnings: Age regression; none.

Authors note: For everyone who’s sick and especially for @marvelfanfics1 🫶🏻.

Rafe was cursing himself for letting you hang out with the pogues. He would never let that happen, if only that day he wouldn’t have to deal with something that he didn’t want your little mind to know. Sarah asks him to babysit you, promising that nothing bad will happen to you and that she and the Pogues will follow all his instructions. Of course they hadn’t. Because if they had, you wouldn’t have stood in front of him right now, looking awfully sick.

„Sarah, are you telling me that you let her go swimming? In the middle of October? And where is her jacket?”

Rafe was trying so hard to control his emotions right now, so he wouldn’t scare you, but he was failing. Thoughts of Pogues letting you do things that were actually dangerous made him furious, and he didn’t even want to hear any of Sarah’s excuses.He was even more mad at himself, for thinking that those assholes would actually care about your well-being and not forget about everything that he had said to them. He was about to start yelling at his sister again as he heard your trembling voice.

„Daddy"

Rafe almost immediately turned to look at you, and what he saw almost made him even more angry. You were standing in front of him, your gaze unfocused and your limbs trembling. You were obviously struggling to stay still because of the exhaustion. He quickly approached you, touching your forehead with his palm.

„Baby, you’re burning.”

He knew that you probably had a fever and that he has to do something about that immediately, before you would get even more sick. His hands quickly grabbed your waist, helping you to stay on your feet, so you won’t fall and hurt yourself even more.

„We need to get you inside, can you walk?”

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you just shook your head and did the grabby hands, letting him know that you would like to get carry on inside. Rafe nodded, picking you up and giving you a kiss on the forehead, checking your temperature once again, with his lips this time.

It was definitely too high.

He waited a few seconds, as you were getting comfortable in his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck and then Rafe headed to the house.

„We’re not done with that conversation yet, Sarah."

Rafe said, before closing the door and carrying you upstairs to your bedroom. You felt too dizzy to even say a word, even though you were feeling so guilty for going against his rules just because he wasn’t there at the moment. You also felt sorry for Sarah, you didn’t want him to yell at her like that. When you got to the bedroom he carefully put you in your bed, immediately covering you in your favorite blanket that he prepared earlier, waiting for you to come back from your little playdate with the Pogues.

The last play date, actually.

He wasn’t planning on letting you hang out with them anymore, not without his supervision at least. After you were fully covered, he smiled to you softly and stood up, heading to the small medicine cabinet that he kept there just in case you would catch a cold or something like that. He then came back with the small pill and let out a small chuckle as you gave him a pouty face.

„I know, I know, baby, it’s yucky. But we need to make you healthy again, right?”

You kept your mouth closed, making him roll his eyes. You would always become so grumpy and bratty when you got sick, and even though it was hard to deal with you when you were like this, he would still find a way to make you do as he said.

Always.

„Don’t wanna”

You mumbled, looking at him with a small frown, that Rafe honestly was finding adorable, even though he won’t tell you that. He rolled his eyes, one of his hands approaching your tummy. He then started to slowly wiggle his fingers in a threatening manner, warning you about the consequences of not listening to him.

„Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy, or do I need to tickle that grumpy attitude right out of you?”

Your mouth opened right away, finally letting him put that pill on your tongue. You then swallowed it, hating that icky bitter taste that now was all over your mouth.Rafe patted your head, informing you that he’s proud of you for taking your medication so well, even though it probably had an awful taste.

„Good girl.”

Rafe’s face expression changed to confusion as he saw that your reaction to his words was unusual. Instead of the happy smile, he saw a little hint of guilt on your face that disturbed him; you had never reacted to his words like that before.

Have those Pogues tell you something about him that changed your mind?

„Baby, is everything alright?”

You shook your head, looking a little bit embarrassed. You head tilted down, and he could’ve swear that you even wanted to cry for a second, but then you quickly put yourself together, letting out a loud sigh. Rafe was looking even more worried right now, not understanding what was the deal.

„I’m not a good girl; I’m a bad girl, Daddy. I didn’t listen to you and... and.”

He saw that you were getting even more anxious with every word that had come out of your mouth, so he decided to quickly stop you by pressing a small kiss onto your forehead, letting you know that everything is okay.

"It’s okay. It’s my fault actually; I shouldn’t have left you with those... Pogues.”

Rafe pulled you closer, holding your trembling body in his arms and placing his head on your shoulder, smiling softly to you. He wanted you to know that he’s not going to punish you for the mistakes that other people made—the other idiots, actually.

„But don’t scream at Sarah, otay?"

He laughed at your ask, considering what he would have to say to his sister, so she would understand what problems she had caused this time. Maybe you were right; no amount of screaming will help her little brain understand that sometimes she has to take some responsibility.

„Alright, alright.”

Rafe didn’t want you to think about Sarah right now, because your body and your mind needed peace and comfort right now, not some stupid thoughts about his not less stupid sister. Not some stupid thoughts about Pogues.

„But you still earned yourself a punishment, you know?”

And the next minute, both his hands started to restlessly tickle your poor tummy. Well, at least you clearly didn’t think about stupid worries anymore.

Taglist: @marvelfanfics1 @rafecameronsloverrrrr @aew-regression-cove

#obx #rafe cameron x reader #little!reader #age regression fic #rafe cameron x pogue!reader

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sandwitchstories · 1 day ago

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The Family Portrait

Well hey there! Welcome back to Mouse's Mini-Verse! One of the hardest parts of parenting is having to keep a straight face when you just want to bust a gut laughing. Kids say and do the damndest things. And Mouse, as we all know, is no different!

For more adventures with Mouse and Dad!Sukuna, check out my Daddy Duty Series on my AO3 - Here! )

Author's Note: For anyone new to my Dad!Sukuna Series, Mouse is Sukuna's, currently, 2 year old daughter with reader.

Summary: Mouse demonstrates her artistic abilities. There's just... a slight issue...

If you would prefer to read this story on AO3, click here !

WC: 1k+

CW: reader is referred to as 'Mama' but not described, toddler dad Sukuna, girl dad!sukuna, true form Sukuna (4 arms), it's pretty much Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack, SFW in every way, just family fluff, Uraume has 2 cameos

Sukuna, you, and Uraume stood side by side, staring in disbelief. You berated yourself for not questioning the silence sooner. Sukuna wondered how the hell Mouse did something of this magnitude so quickly and quietly. Uraume sighed and excused themselves to go get rags and a bucket of water.

Mouse stood frozen and stared back at the two of you for about… 15 heart beats, just long enough to sense she was in trouble, before she made an attempt at a mad dash past Sukuna. Papa wasn’t called the King of Curses for no reason. With his incredible speed he reached down and snatched her up by the back of her outfit before she could get within 3 feet of where you both stood. He brought her up to his face, dangling as he gripped her outfit.

“And where do you think you are going, Mouse?”

She reached out her hands to cup his cheeks. “Down, please and thank you, Papa!”

“Not happening, brat.”

“Mouse,” you said, trying to get her attention. You glared at Sukuna as he turned his hand so your, still dangling in mid air, daughter was now facing you instead of him. He gave you a cheeky grin from behind her. He knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that the glare had been because he had almost made you laugh when you needed to be stern.

“Hi Mama. Hold me, please and thank you, Mama?” she asked, stretching out her arms towards you.

You took her from his grasp and put her down on the floor ignoring her whine and pout. You knelt down to be more on her level. “Mouse, please explain to me why you have written all over the wall with your father’s calligraphy ink.”

Sukuna crossed both sets of arms as he stood and waited for her answer. You knew he was annoyed, both by the mess she had made and by her using, what appeared to be, every single drop of ink he had owned.

“I no write on wall,” she looked at you confused.

“Then what do you call that?” you asked, pointing behind her.

She grinned at you and then at Sukuna. “I painted a picture for you!”

“That’s… a… painting,” Sukuna said slowly, squinting all 4 of his eyes at the jagged lines, swirls, dots and scribbles. “I’m not seeing it.”

“I show you?” Mouse asked, looking between you and Sukuna.

“What the hell,” Sukuna sighed and gestured her forward.

“Mama, stand up, please and thank you.”

You did as told, trying hard not to be upset about your ruined wall. It got a little easier when she turned around, grabbed a finger on each of your hands and headed forward, pulling you both along behind her.

Once you got to the wall she walked over to the right side of the wall. “I start here, Mama, Papa.”

“Alright, Mouse. You have our attention,” you said, standing next to Sukuna who had recrossed his arms and stared with his usual grumpy look of disinterest but you noticed his eyes were all fixed on where his daughter was pointing.

“This is a puppy. This is a kitty. This is a fishie. This is a birdie. That’s a bug. That’s a tree… and another tree…,” she continued, pointing at various scribbles as she walked.

“What’s that?” Sukuna pointed, skipping ahead to the biggest part of the design. A large…something. It was a shape resembling a rectangle with lines coming out from either side and underneath.

“That’s you, Papa!” she said with the proudest smile on her face.

She then pointed to a smaller version with less lines on the sides but a good number of long lines coming down from the top. “That’s you, Mama!”

Sukuna grinned, kneeling down and putting a hand on her back. He put another hand on the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “You captured our likeness well, I suppose.”

“It’s a beautiful drawing, little one, but from now on let’s do it on paper only, okay?” you asked, brushing fingers through her hair with a smile on your own face.

“Okay, Mama. I promise,” she nodded happily. You could only hope and pray she remembered this conversation next time.

“And you need to ask first.”

“Okay, Mama, I promise.”

“What’s this one?” Sukuna asked as he pointed to another part of the picture. How she had managed to make a scribbled shape look annoyed was beyond him, but that was the only damn way he could describe what he was looking at. An annoyed blob. Mouse gave him a toothy grin. “That's Urau-rau!”

You choked on air at her response. “You know what, I can see it.” Sukuna tilted his head to the side with a shit eating grin on his face. He glanced up at you, all four eyes twinkling with mischief. Oh no…

He quickly scooped Mouse up in one of his arms, making her laugh loudly with her head thrown back while she held onto his clothing with tight, tiny fists as he stood. He glanced to the doorway Uraume was returning through with the cleaning supplies. You knew your husband well enough to know that you were about to want to throttle him.

“Uraume, I have changed my mind. Leave it as it is,” he said as he began walking out of the room with Mouse in his arms. “Come, Mouse. Let's go find a snack.”

“Snacks! Snack! Snacks! Please and thank you, Papa!” Mouse said in a happy almost sing-song voice, looking up at him like he hung the moon.

“May I ask why, Master Sukuna?” they asked, eyes trained down trying not to let any irritation show.

“It’s a family portrait,” Sukuna answered, amusement in his tone.

“I painted you too, Urau-rau!!” Mouse called over his shoulder waving as they disappeared down the hallway, the sounds of them discussing what to snack on fading as they moved away.

Uraume looked at you and shook their head. “I am glad there is only one of those things.”

You chuckled and gave them a pat on the back before you began to follow after the other two. With your hand on the doorframe you paused and looked back, making direct eye contact with them. You winked and said one last thing before fully exiting the room “Only one…For now.”

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— IN PERPETUITY (II)

PART ONE

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Maia!Reader

SUMMARY — After murdering her husband, Sauron's wife disguises herself as a beautiful Elven maiden to live in Eregion and gain Lord Celebrimbor's trust as she hopes for him to forge her the Rings of Power. Her plans get interrupted when her husband comes back in a new form as well and he is thirsty for revenge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The Reader in this fic is a Maia, so she changes her appearance like Sauron does but I am not describing any of her forms in any details. The title of the fanfic and its vibe are inspired by the song Sugarbread by Soap&Skin. Special thanks to @dinsbeskar for giving me the most appreciated feedback before I posted this fic! 💕 I originally planned for Sauron to be the dom in this part but... oopsie, I got carried away and surprise, surprise... He is a sub again! 🤣

WARNINGS — Reader is evil-evil with sadistic undertones, manipulation, gaslighting, SMUT, choking, hair pulling, sub!Sauron

WORD COUNT — 5,660

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

IN PERPETUITY (II)

You spent a few more decades in the North inside the very same fortress but its eerie aura was making you feel too uneasy. Adar could sense that too, as if Sauron’s death cursed this place furthermore.

He wanted to go with his children to The Southlands and to turn it into a home for the Orcs who could not bear the sunlight. You had slightly other plans but his schemes did not interfere with yours.

“I shall assist you and lead your army all the way South,” you told him one evening. “We should leave this place, it is not doing me any good and I cannot waste more time hiding here,” you informed him.

“What are your plans, my Lady?” Adar asked and you only smirked at him.

“What leader would I be if I shared all my schemes with you?” You asked and he clenched his jaw. You knew what was the thing he feared the most, so you quickly reassured him. “I want your children to have their home, too. In fact, such a land of darkness might be useful to me. I am not fond of sunlight either. Therefore, as I said, I shall lead you to The Southlands and assist you on the way. But after we arrive and you settle in, I will leave your side. We will remain in touch, of course,” you nodded. “But I trust you enough for us to split for a few centuries.”

In fact, you did not trust him enough. You would never trust anyone. But you had no other choice and you simply had to abandon your army for some time if your plan was supposed to turn out successful.

“Where will you go?” Adar asked and you gave him a mysterious smile.

“I have a business in Eregion.”

Indeed you had. Mairon was gone but not all of his ideas were. You were truly fascinated by his dream of crafting The Rings of Power but… you had killed your smith, therefore you needed a new one.

And who would be better for this task than Lord Celebrimbor himself? You just had to show up in Eregion as a fair Elven maiden and build his trust slowly, a century after century… And then, using some perfectly crafted and prepared beforehand opportunity, you would push him into the right direction.

You would have your Rings.

Your Ring.

And you did not need Mairon for any of that. It would just take slightly longer time but at least you did not have to bow to anyone or share your power.

Adar could see that you did not want to answer his questions any further, so he only nodded at you but he kept staring at you with squinted eyes.

Like you had planned, you did. Changed your appearance into one of the most beautiful Elven women in all Middle-earth and showed up in Eregion, claiming to come all this way from Mirkwood to learn Lord Celebrimbor’s craft.

The Mirkwood Elves were the most secluded kin, therefore no one was surprised to see you for the first time in their lives. But for that very reason you were also not trusted much in the beginning. That was no problem. You had time. All eternity.

Step by step, you began your journey. At first you were humble and compassionate without even seeing Lord Celebrimbor much. But as centuries passed, you were getting promotion after promotion until you found yourself being the very right hand of the Lord of Eregion.

Your backstory of coming from Mirkwood was useful in a different way, too – whenever you would go to The Southlands to check on Adar and your army, Elves of Eregion believed that you were visiting your family in Mirkwood.

Everything seemed to go well and according to your plan… Well, almost.

You could still sense him. Mairon. Even after leaving the cursed fortress where he had been slain, you could still feel his presence. You told no one about it, not even Adar. You had a feeling it was caused by the bond you shared with him through your blood but should you truly feel anything if he was dead?

You could sense which feelings were yours and which were unfamiliar to you and strange – those were undoubtedly his. And the main sensation you could feel in the back of your own, always creeping in the shadows of your soul like an unwanted guest was… hunger. Deep and primal starvation.

You tried to ignore that eerie sensation because you would go crazy if you tried to fight it or overthink it. However, late at night, when you were pretending to be asleep or studying the projects of the Rings that Mairon had left behind, you could feel it growing and growing inside of you. And your iron wedding ring that had been re-forged into a necklace seemed to burn your skin at those moments, too. But you never took it off for it was supposed to be a souvenir of a life you had once lived; of a previous Age.

You were quite sentimental despite your evil nature.

And when the light of the Elves began to fade in Middle-earth, you were frustrated and terrified that you were running out of time. If Celebrimbor was about to leave this realm, you would lose all those years of progress and preparations.

And who else would craft you such Rings? The dwarves? Would your next form be of a dwarf, trying to infiltrate Khazad-dûm?

You did not even want to think of such a possibility.

Thankfully, Celebrimbor was not eager to leave Middle-earth. He felt as if what he had done was not enough. He wanted to be remembered as the greatest Elf of this Age; the greatest smith for sure. The forge kept working throughout the crisis and at the very same time Adar finally managed to turn The Southlands into the new land.

Therefore, you left Eregion with an excuse to visit your family in Mirkwood. The times for the Elves were very challenging, so no one was angry at you for wanting to see your made up mother and siblings.

In fact, you hurried to The Southlands and you were truly in awe of what your Lieutenant had done to this place.

“How do you wish me to name it, my Lady?” Adar asked as you two were taking a walk amongst the ashes.

“Mordor,” you smirked at him.

“The Land of Shadow,” Adar nodded. “Why?”

“Mairon used to describe my heart this way,” you explained and Adar rolled his eyes slightly but he did not comment.

You continued your walk in silence. For a short while now, the eerie feeling from the back of your soul had been surprisingly gone and that sudden change was worrying to you. But perhaps after all those centuries of dying down slowly, Mairon’s spirit was truly gone now, leaving an oddly empty space within you…

“Do you miss him?” Adar asked suddenly and you shot him a scolding glance.

“Sometimes,” you answered truthfully. “I do not regret what I have done but we shared a long history and a powerful bond that went above our blood pact. He will remain a part of me in perpetuity.”

“My condolences,” Adar remarked and you snorted at his words.

In the evening of that day, you hopped onto your horse and went back to Eregion where surprisingly everything seemed to still be working and all the Elves were happier than ever.

“My dear (Y/N)!” Celebrimbor greeted you with open arms as you hugged him back, confused. “What you have missed, my friend, you will not believe it.”

“I can see that I must have missed something important indeed,” you mumbled.

“Come, let me show you,” Celebrimbor walked you to his forge and showed you the papers scattered all over his desk.

Those were projects of… the Rings.

Three Elven Rings for the Elven Kings. You froze at the sight of the drawings and the very familiar concepts.

“You… You came up with that idea to save our kin all by yourself, my friend?” You asked Celebrimbor. “They are the most exquisite,” you hummed to yourself.

“Oh, no, I…” Celebrimbor laughed nervously. “Well, Lady Galadriel came here and she brought a very special man with her. He was some sort of a human king, I do not know the details,” he shrugged his arms. “Either way, he was an enormous aid to me.”

“Are the drawings his?” Your heart skipped a beat at the revelation as your eyes studied the projects even more thoroughly.

“Yes. Some of them,” Celebrimbor nodded.

“I would like to meet him,” you clenched your jaw, trying your best to hide your nervousness.

“I am afraid that will be impossible, my dear. He is gone and Lady Galadriel claims he will never return. Even if he does, I have made my promise to her to never treat with him again,” Celebrimbor explained.

“I do wonder why,” you smirked to yourself but your hands turned cold when you realised it could have been him – your husband. Back in Middle-earth and so close to you.

He was the only one except for you who knew about the idea of the Rings. The idea was his, after all. And the lines of the drawings were like the ones you kept hidden inside your chambers that had been made by Mairon.

But what was even the meaning of all of this? You had spent centuries in Eregion, still too afraid to even mention the possibility of forging any Ring yet and he showed up and pushed Celebrimbor into making the Rings… just like that?!

“That man… Did he assist you in making those Rings?” You asked your friend and Celebrimbor shook his head with a sour expression.

“No, no… He only gave me an idea and helped me to find the way,” he answered and you nodded.

“Now, when the Elves are safe... Do you not think that perhaps other races would need such items, too?” You teased, carefully.

“(Y/N), my dear…” Celebrimbor laughed nervously and put his hands upon your shoulders. “Let us celebrate this victory first and leave the worry for some other day. Tell me, my friend, how is your family in Mirkwood?”

You were organising Celebrimbor’s papers inside his office while he watched with content how his smiths worked in the forge, drinking tea and smiling to himself. Your peace was interrupted by the smith Mirdania who gathered her skirts and walked up to Celebrimbor’s study.

“That human king… Halbrand. He is back,” she announced and you raised your head immediately.

“Well, tell him to go away,” Celebrimbor avoided her gaze. “In a polite manner, of course. I believe you can come up with something.”

“But… My Lord–” she started.

“I shall do it,” you stood up and nodded at him. “This way, we will get rid of him like Lady Galadriel asked but I will also meet the man who helped you to craft such wonders,” you smiled and Celebrimbor nodded.

You walked past Mirdania and all the way down to the gates of Eregion with your heart growing heavy with each step. Your blood ran cold as you could sense him indeed.

Your husband. Your nemesis.

He was back.

All the questions about how and why were unnecessary. You knew him too well and for the past centuries you had been feeling that what you had done to kill him truly had not been enough. Therefore, you were not as surprised as others would be.

But it still felt wrong and gut-twisting to see him again. The very last time you had seen him he had been a dead body laying in the puddle of his blood after your treachery.

Approaching the gates, you spotted a ragged man of human species with dark hair and dirty tunic. You would never recognise your husband in that person if it was not for the strong feeling in your heart that he was no one else but Mairon.

His back was turned on you but you saw his body freezing when you stood there. He sensed your presence, too.

He turned around, slowly, as you watched with curiosity. His form was different now and the hair colour was not the only thing that changed. His eyes, his nose, his lips, even his height were different. But despite the brand new form, he was Mairon.

He was your husband and you would recognise him anywhere.

And you were his wife and he would recognise you, too. Your form differed now from the one he had remembered as well. Those were not the very same hands that had slain him; yet they belonged to the same person.

“Lord Celebrimbor regrets to inform you he’s unable to grant you entry,” you told him, playing your role as well as you could under such circumstances.

Short silence occurred.

“Mightn’t I speak with him directly?” He asked and shrugged his arms, deciding to play his role, too.

“My Lord is occupied,” you explained, “but he wishes you good fortune on your journey,” you added and turned around to walk away, feeling your hands beginning to tremble.

“What a beautiful necklace it is that you have, my Lady. Was it a gift perhaps? From someone special to you?” He asked and you stood still, closing your eyes and sighing before turning around to face him once more.

“From an old friend who is long gone now,” you forced your lips to curl up and form a smile. “Are you not leaving?”

“I’ll just wait here,” he informed you. “Just in case the Lord of Eregion changes his mind.”

He will not, you wanted to say, I will make sure of it.

But you could not because that would be highly suspicious to treat him this way and the guards were standing there. Therefore, you only nodded and went back to Celebrimbor, feeling the necklace on your chest burning your skin to the point where tears of pain formed in your eyes.

You were trying to make Celebrimbor remember the promise he had made to Lady Galadriel and many times you mentioned to him how dirty and filthy you had found the human king named Halbrand. Mirdania, on the other hand, seemed to be enamoured with your husband’s new form and she was his greatest advocate.

“I am retiring to my chambers,” you informed Celebrimbor on that night after working for a few hours with him and Mirdania. “I suggest you two do the same, it has been a long and tiresome day.”

“And the night is so cold,” Mirdania sighed, looking out of the window.

You ignored her and smiled at Celebrimbor before going to your chambers and locking the doors behind you. The very first thing you did was to take off the necklace around your neck but when you did, you spotted a burn mark in the shape of it.

You focused on healing yourself but no amount of your powers was enough to heal it.

“What is going on…?” You muttered to yourself. You were a being much too powerful to fail at healing your form from such a minor injury.

Nothing seemed to work, though. Frustrated, you put the necklace back on to hide the scar with it and you changed into your nightgown.

As a Maia, you did not need sleep. But lots of the nights you were actually laying in bed and taking naps, because there were not many things you could do. And tonight you had to think of a new plan because Mairon’s return was not a part of your perfect scenario.

If only you had your crown with you, you would just take it, go downstairs and stab him with it again. But your crown was in Mordor, under Adar’s protection. Taking an item so dark and powerful to Eregion would make some of the Elves sense its disturbing presence.

But the crown itself apparently would not be enough. You needed allies. And as you tossed and turned in your bed, you were thinking of the Rings crafted by Celebrimbor. If they were not corrupted by Mairon, you could use them to help you.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a rapid knocking upon your doors. You groaned slightly and stood up to open the doors, expecting to see Mirdania in them, pleading for you to help her convince Celebrimbor to show mercy to the human king waiting by the gates. She had made such an attempt many times on that day already.

But when you opened the doors, you realised that she did not need your aid to succeed because she apparently had already convinced Celebrimbor to allow Halbrand inside Eregion.

There he stood, face-to-face with you. In yet another form but this one did not differ that much from the previous one. His ears were pointy now and Elven, his hair was blond and long. He was no longer ragged and dirty but seemed to radiate the light of Valinor and only a creature as dark as you could sense how twisted and corrupted the illusion was.

His robes were grey and humble, especially compared to yours. Even though you were in nothing but your nightgown, your clothes were the most exquisite. In the very early days you had been a disciple of Vairë The Weaver and ever since you had always had a taste for beautiful fabrics.

“Mairon…” You whispered, taking a step back because his presence was so overlooming that you could not do anything else but retreat.

“Wife,” he greeted you through gritted teeth and entered your chambers before shutting the doors closed.

“What is it with the new form? Are you trying to deceive Celebrimbor like this?” You snorted, nervously. “I shall reveal the truth to him.”

“You will not because you would have to tell him the truth about yourself, too. And that is something you will simply not do,” Mairon smirked and walked around your room. He froze at the sight of his drawings on your desk. The old ones, from the First Age. “So, that is why you are here.”

“And you? Why?” You asked and crossed your arms. “Why are you back with the living, dark spirit? Must you torment me so?”

“Torment you?” He asked, angrily, as his eyes filled with pure rage and hatred.

Before you could react, his hand was wrapped around your throat and you were pinned to the wall with his burning eyes right in front of yours as his eyelashes brushed your cheeks and you felt his hot breath on your parted lips.

“It is you who tormented me. Who betrayed me and slain me,” he drawled out.

“And you should thank me for it,” you smirked even though you were losing oxygen. You did not need it but it was still a slight inconvenience to your flesh.

“Thank you? I shall kill you, witch,” his grasp tightened.

“If you were not reborn, you would still be that pathetic and weak Mairon I remember. But you are different now. You have changed,” you pointed out and he let go of your throat but his eyes remained cold and empty; two black abysses observing your every movement as if he was a predator watching his prey.

“The change was required. The centuries I have spent on regaining my strength, I was driven by nothing but my desire for revenge. My hatred for you,” he spat out.

“Liar,” you were quick to answer. “All I could sense was hunger. And even now, I see you do not wish to see me slain. Otherwise, you would have already killed me.”

“Oh, sweet wife, you will not know the day nor the hour. I am all in for the dramatics just like you were,” he remarked.

“You are nobody, Mairon. Sauron. I am the one the Uruk follow and I am the one for whom Mordor is being prepared to rule over. I am the very foundation of this whole realm and I am its future,” you took a deep breath in as you stated. “You are nothing but a forgotten shadow that no one wants to follow, not even the filthiest of the creatures.”

“I am your husband,” Mairon’s fury won over his flesh once more as he grabbed you with all force by your arm. “And if I am nobody as you claim, you will forever be stained by being bound to a man like me.”

“You should have stayed dead, Mairon. I will turn your life into hell,” you threatened, your anger amplified by his as they mixed in your veins. “Do try to remember the suffering our master had put you through and I shall be worse. I will destroy you for good this time. I will tear you apart, piece by piece and torture every inch of you until you beg me to release you from your pathetic life forever but for each plea I will prolong the pain,” you drawled out and he grabbed you by your hair to pull on it as his fist tangled in your hair.

“You are only giving me ideas on how to get rid of you, treacherous vixen,” he whispered maliciously into your face. “The bane of my existence,” he added angrily as his empty eyes looked you up and down, stopping for a moment on your parted lips.

And then he kissed you. Eagerly and passionately, not letting go of your hair at all but pulling on it even harder and making your head throw back as your teeth clashed.

You clinged to his robes with your fists, trying to push him away but he was too strong for you to be able to do so. His free hand tore your nightgown off of your body as if he was a wild animal using his claws to get to what he craved the most.

You whined and he broke the kiss, holding your hair in his fist and twisting it to make you wince out of pain.

“Why did you betray me?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes and even though his expression was terrifying, you could sense his pain.

“I could have asked you the same, Mairon. Why did you betray me, husband?” You whimpered, searching for an answer in his eyes but he seemed to be confused that you were accusing him of such things. “We were supposed to rule together as equals but you were too greedy, my love, too eager. Yet, you were not fit to rule, not yet. So desperate to prove your worth.”

“Shut it,” Mairon growled and looked down at your naked body and the torn nightgown at your feet. “Are you not the most vain? The form you took as an Elf is so beautiful – too beautiful. How can they not think of it as suspicious?”

“And you? Are you not vain, too?” You snorted at him and he let go of your hair, pushing you away and making your back hit the wall.

Mairon grabbed your necklace and tore it off of you to throw it on the ground as well, revealing your burn mark. He smirked at it before putting his hands on your naked hips and pulling you closer to his body. His lips placed wet and open-mouth kisses all around your neck where the scar was and you could feel it healing as his fingers were digging deep into your bones and pulling you harder and harder into him, the harsh fabric of his robes irritating your soft and sensitive now-Elven skin.

The sensation of his lips around your neck and the pain from his rough treatment excited you. It had been centuries after the last time you had given in to the desires of your flesh.

It had been centuries after you had experienced such desires at all. Apparently, it was only him who could awaken them within you.

You whined and moaned, reaching with your hands to cup his face and to bring his lips close to yours once more. This time it was you initiating the hungry and teeth-clashing kiss.

“I have lost centuries because of you, witch,” Mairon whispered after you broke the kiss. “You humiliated me. You betrayed me. You slaughtered me. I bled out. I fought each given moment to survive in the very depths of that cursed fortress. I spent ages on regaining my strength as a shadow with no heart, no limbs – merely a mind. Yet, a woman like you is worth the sacrifice. If it was your wish for me to be reborn into a man worthy of you, let it be then,” he breathed out and you let out a twisted laugh.

“Just like my old Mairon,” you caressed his new cheeks. “New face, new body, new powers… The very same pathetic devotion,” you chuckled and pushed him down onto your bed.

You crawled up on top of him with a grin, your hair falling down on his face as he gasped and you treated his robes with gentleness similar to the way he had treated your nightgown with – you tore them off of him and threw them on the floor.

“If you wish to follow me, my sweet Mairon,” you raised an eyebrow as you lowered yourself on his hard length, hissing at the feeling you had nearly forgotten, “you will follow me as my most humbled Lieutenant. You will bow down at my feet and pledge your allegiance to your Queen,” you began to roll your hips, which brought you great pleasure but to him it was nothing but a tease. His lips parted and cheeks blushed as your grin grew even wider. “Say it, my love. Tell me that you will.”

Short while of hesitation occurred. But when you began to clench the muscles of your cunt willingly to squeeze his cock as you circled your hips, he whined and nodded.

“I promise,” he breathed out.

You knew his words were not genuine but you enjoyed playing with him for now.

“I will make you my dog, Sauron,” you called him with the name he was known as amongst the Elves. The dirty name, spoken out like filth. You watched him swallow the lump in his throat when your hips stopped rolling and started to bounce slowly on his cock as you placed your hands behind you on his thighs to steady yourself. “Say it,” you ordered, harshly.

“I will be your dog,” he winced at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him and sucking in all the precum he had spilled already from your ministrations. “I will crawl on my knees after you, kiss the ground you walked on, build altars for you and make others worship you, too. This will be my purpose; the only war I will fight for you. The holy war to convert all the unbelievers.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet, my Mairon,” you admitted and leaned in to kiss his lips while putting one of your hands on his chest now as your hips picked up their pace. It was nearly brutal now how you were fucking him and you could feel your own high coming, too. But it never ended with one with your husband. “If you truly will be as good as you promise me to be, I will let you reside between my legs and lick my cunt in return,” you teased, “for as long as you wish, my sweet.”

To see you pleased with him was all he had ever wanted. Therefore, it was no surprise that your words were enough to make him fill you up that very moment as you threw your head back, laughing, straightening your back and continuing to ride him as if nothing had happened.

He whined and whimpered for a while, which you ignored, determined to reach your high as well. And it did come shortly after but by that time he was hard yet once more and that was how it had always been between you two – once you started, it was nearly impossible to stop.

However, when the dawn came, you had to put a halt to your desires, because you both had your duties around Eregion. As the sun rose, you left your husband casually as if you hadn’t just reached yet another one of your highs and you opened the wardrobe to pick the gown for the day, leaving him behind.

He rolled onto his side and rested his head on his elbow as he watched you with squinted eyes, his hair a ruffled mess and his cheeks still blushing. He was a sight, indeed. He had always been.

“It was never your intention to share your power with me either, was it?” He asked and you snorted at that.

“Do not be a fool. Why would I ever do that?” You asked with contempt.

“You are not hurt by my betrayal. Only your pride is hurt that I dared to betray you first,” Mairon pointed out.

“You forget yourself. I have killed you once and I shall kill you again,” you reminded him and brushed your hair in a rush after putting the dress on.

And just like that, you left him inside your chambers to go on with your day with a smile.

Despite everything between you two, you were glad to have him back. He was treacherous and awful – absolutely the worst. And yet, your life without him had been quite lonely and empty. A dull grey.

And if there had to be only two creatures left in the world, you hoped it would be you and him. In perpetuity.

After running your morning errands, you walked inside the forge and froze at the sight of Mairon. He had his grey and humble robes back on with no trace of your fingers tearing them open a few hours earlier. Celebrimbor and Mirdania were standing next to him and they all laid their eyes upon you the moment you joined them.

“(Y/N), my dear. You will not believe me who our human king turned out to be,” Celebrimbor exclaimed, excitedly. “Come here, my friend. Let me introduce you to Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, the emissary of The Valar,” he beckoned you over and you approached them, trying very hard not to laugh. To see Mirdania’s eyes full of affection and admiration as she stared at your husband only intensified your need to laugh, but you managed to stop yourself.

“It is such an honour, my Lord. Forgive me for the way I treated you by the gates,” you bowed your head at him.

“There is no need, my Lady. Lord Celebrimbor has been telling me a lot about you. You are his most trusted friend,” he looked you up and down intensely although the smile he gave you was kind. Nearly sweet. “And the most beautiful Elven maiden I have ever laid my eyes upon, most certain,” he added to tease you as Celebrimbor cleared his throat and looked away, awkwardly, while Mirdania lowered her head.

“You are way too generous with your compliments, my Lord,” you only answered. “What is the purpose of your visit to Eregion?”

“Lord Annatar is here to help me with the Rings,” Celebrimbor joined the conversation again immediately as his eyes sparkled.

“Are they not finished?” You furrowed your brows.

“No, no, my dear. Remember when you told me that perhaps we should craft more of them for other races that might be in need?” Celebrimbor asked.

“You did, my Lady?” Mairon raised his eyebrow at you with a very surprised expression, which made him look quite adorably innocent but you knew that he was teasing you and you had to fight an urge to roll your eyes.

“Mayhaps,” you only mumbled.

“Well, Lord Annatar is here to help me with these designs. You were right, my dear, we cannot abandon our friends in need no matter what kin they are,” Celebrimbor seemed to be content with this idea and you gritted your teeth.

You truly wanted to punch your husband right into that oh-so-innocent face as everyone would gasp and call you a monster. How dared he? You had spent centuries earning Celebrmbor’s trust and there he was, showing up in that blasphemous disguise and being the saviour of the day without any preparations; stealing and wooing the Lord of Eregion?

Therefore, a new and wicked idea bloomed inside of your mind.

To sabotage Mairon’s plan.

“Oh, really? Well, I’ve been thinking of it, my Lord. I do not think it is a good idea, after all, even though it was originally mine,” you told Celebrimbor and his smile dropped.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I do not think any other race is worthy of those rings. Who next? The Dwarves? And then? Humans? Once we agree to craft the rings for humans, we could as well craft them for the Orcs!” You exclaimed, dramatically.

Celebrimbor gasped and turned around as if he was rethinking his decision. Mirdania was not paying attention anymore to you and standing by the window, still jealous of the praise Lord Annatar had graced you with.

Therefore, your husband allowed himself to break the play for a moment and give you a deadly look, to which you replied with a wink.

The game had started and oh, how thrilling it was, how exciting to have an opponent.

And, in the end of it all, you would either kill him once more or end up dead yourself by his hand.

Or, perhaps, your love would only flourish in this environment of constant bickering and rivalry. Perhaps you would rejoin your souls and fates like you had rejoined your flesh on the night before.

Either way, the game was worth playing.

In perpetuity.

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#sauron x reader #annatar x reader #halbrand x reader #lilysfiction

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dreamy-pill · 1 day ago

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In My Brother’s Shadow AU

Anyone had this idea yet?

Stanley Pines is so used to hiding, he ends up personifying and replacing his twin brother’s shadow. Now, he’s either gone-gone or cursed. Stanford doesn’t realize his shadow is his brother until he tries sending out that postcard.

This is heavily inspired from Peter Pan. Can you guess who’s Wendy? For reference, Bill plays the role of Captain Hook.

- Unspecified origins, Stanley is transported halfway across the globe and ends up in Gravity Falls with his brother.

- Obviously, Stanford is so busy with getting his house being built he doesn’t realize his shadow is sentient until he’s apparently confronted with it. It’s the surprise of his life!

- At first he thinks his shadow is an anomaly. Stanford doesn’t begrudge the shadow for occupying in his impression. In fact, he becomes fascinated with it and its’ ambiguous nature. He ends up trying to ask his shadow a bunch of questions.

- Unfortunately, Stanley has to defer from Stanford’s inquiries because he cannot speak. The lack of back and forth communication makes Stanford somewhat falter. So, Stanley resorts to charades or shadow puppetry to answer Ford’s questions. He’s really good at shadow puppets.

- Stanley doesn’t tell Stanford he’s really Stanley.

- For awhile, it was just the two of them. They’d go out in the woods to document research on strange happenings. Stanford would refer to his shadow just by looking where the light hits the trees or the ground. For some reason, his shadow finds great joy in climbing trees.

- Even under the dim light of the kitchen, Ford is never really eating alone when he can see his shadow splayed out on the fridge or counters. It’s funny to think that Stanley will just be goofing off, all silent, while Ford is communicating for him.

- Maybe they make a game of it. Ford will fill the air with a narrative, Stanley will use his “shadow powers” to make interesting and detailed visuals of silhouettes to pop up on the walls.

- Maybe, in all the silence, Stanford yearned for some actual conversation. Stanley thinks his brother’s been alone by himself for too long, even with him as just his shadow. So, Stanford’s shadow (Stanley) is what inevitably convinces Ford to contact Fiddleford again.

Do you know that one scene from Nim’s Island? The scene where the author Alex Rider is about to back away from leaving the house but is pushed out by her imaginary character? I just thought of something similar happening to Ford when he’s somehow convinced by his shadow to call Fiddleford. You’ll have this whole tug-o-war scene between Stanford and his shadow, pulling on the phone chord, both being too stubborn to let it go.

- Fiddleford thinks Ford’s gone off the deep end when he sees him laughing along with his shadow.

- Mystery Trio (semi) established!

- Fiddleford attempts making an awkward one-sided conversations with Stanford’s shadow. Then over time, he becomes used to talking to the shadow, simply because of how exaggerated the shadow will change its shape to relay responses for him. It does get a good laugh out of Fiddleford each time. He considers the shadow a jokester, which is so unlike serious Stanford. That might offend him, but the trio do get a good laugh over it together.

- That little comparison could be the little hint that makes Ford slowly connect the dots, up until the postcard.

- Imagine seeing Stanley waving his arms frantically in the air on the cave walls momentarily before Ford sweeps his gaze to the painting on the wall of Bill, thus ignoring Stanley’s cry for his attention.

- Stanford still reads the inscription on the wall, leading to the winding road that causes Ford to focus more on Bill and drift further away from his shadow.

- Bill is delighted that Stanley is being pushed away.

- Bill gives Stanford the final hint about his shadow’s real identity.

- Stanford crushes the postcard in his hands. He whirls around and stares down at his shadow (maybe Ford gave his shadow a nickname?). The red light from the control room casts a sinister and eerie feeling in the atmosphere. Stanford confronts his shadow about his suspicions.

You know how Peter Pan’s shadow had to be sewn back to him from his feet? What if, instead of Stanford being pushed through the portal, Stanley is ripped away from Stanford. In the actual sense, like Ford loses his shadow and Stanley becomes lost after losing his one connection to who he used to be. Like, Stanley becomes lost in a dark void, endlessly shapeshifting in hopes of finding an impression similar to his original.

- Years later, Ford still has no shadow. He realizes too late that his brother is not who he used to be anymore. Stanley becomes a distressed mass of a conglomeration of forms of all the figures he tried fitting into over the years.

#gravity falls #alternate universe #gravity falls au #in my brother’s shadow au #peter pan references #stanley pines #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #bill cipher #who’s tinkerbell in this story?#curses?#shadow stanley pines #stangst #I couldn’t hold back on the angst

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freenos · 20 hours ago

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Ok maybe I do have more thoughts on the Medea interactions and how they reflect on Melinoe:

I’ve noticed that the discussion around Melinoe’s morality tends to focus on her proximity to the Olympians but I think there’s also something to be said about the moral grey area that witches fall under. She didn’t grow up in the House of Hades or Olympus, she grew up in the Crossroads and her perspective is influenced by the guidance of witches. And while Circe and Hecate are a little coy about their misdeeds, Medea stands out as the one who really owns the darker aspects of her craft and talks about the suffering she inflicts with pride. In contrast, Melinoe is…not pure but very invested in the idea of doing the right thing and being in the right. So there’s this contrast between them, Melinoe clings to moral justification for her task while Medea isn’t held back by moral dilemmas.

And I think part of that is because Medea pursues her craft to satisfy her own vengeful desires while Melinoe hasn’t gotten to fully explore her identity as a witch yet: They both use their craft in vengeful ways but Melinoe always has this degree of separation from the root conflict. (Nemesis gets at this idea quite a lot actually.) The titans are retaliating for things her family did long before she was born, yet Melinoe is tasked with cleaning up the mess. And when she does take time to herself, she often feels guilty about it. In contrast, Medea gets the satisfaction of personal revenge and is content to use her curses on anyone who gets on her bad side.

It’s that intent that differentiates Medea from Melinoe, I think. No matter how impressive her feats, Melinoe is ultimately a weapon wielded by someone else and lacks pure intent of her own so she often hints at feeling…morally conflicted when talking to Medea. While Medea draws her power from the “blackest of intent” , it seems like Melinoe is forcing a tough exterior, filling a role that doesn’t always come naturally to her. And she wants to know how Medea manages to pull it off so seamlessly. Medea’s “with practice!” line is funny but also, if Melinoe is going to eventually become the goddess of nightmares, maybe she will get there with practice…

I have a suspicion that her arc won’t be about “becoming the nicest person and making everyone proud” but instead, channeling her craft to achieve her own goals without seeking the approval of a higher authority or abiding by someone else's vision of the future. Not perfectly restoring the Age of Gods or the Golden Age of mortals but instead bringing about a different future. She may end up letting her compassion guide her but Prometheus doesn't call her an agent of good or evil, he calls her an agent of change. And it seems like witches in this game are portrayed as catalysts for transformation.

As her understanding of the world grows and shifts, I think it’s interesting that Medea is one of the people Melinoe looks up to and confides in. She asks Medea these very earnest questions about mortals and gods and Medea grants her a joyfully bleak perspective every time:

Medea also has this consistent tendency to disregard mortal suffering, to compare them to livestock and talk about them in terms of how poison-susceptible they are. I get the sense that Melinoe's perception of mortal weakness is influenced by these kinds of conversations:

Melinoe's understanding of the world is shaped by an interesting range of perspectives and is somewhat...shaky and incomplete for now. I think she isn't quite sure how to reconcile her more compassionate impulses and the responsibility that she's dedicated her life to:

Although she adheres to a very black-and-white set of beliefs for the sake of completing her task, there's also hints of uncertainty in her conversations, especially with Medea, a more experienced and self-assured witch. I think Melinoe's character development has the potential to go in a lot of interesting directions!

#it's long whoops!#i know this is an art blog but need to talk about witches #hades 2 #melinoe #melinoë #hades ii #hades game #medea #hades medea #medea hades

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listofwhyyouloveher · 3 days ago

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For me its true, and never seemed so right before. Summary: Your long term feelings for Ponyboy manifest on a rainy night after a couple of drinks. Warnings: underage drinking Author's Note: This is inspired by "Something Stupid" By Frank Sinatra AND Nancy Sinatra! Tomorrow's will be Summer Song by Remy Bond for Two-Bit xx Pony’s always been your best friend, and only that. No matter how much you tried, coquettishly batting your lashes at him, or giving him incredibly thoughtful gifts, he would never get the hint that you liked him. It annoyed you a lot, but what annoyed you more was when he met Cherry. Cherry Valance was a girl everyone dreamed of being, the model on the magazine, she had rich and luxurious clothes, beautifully styled hair and seamless makeup, she was everything you weren’t, couldn’t be. You toyed with your blanket as you laid stretched out on your bed, enveloped in disheartened thoughts. Ponyboy was coming over today because you had beers at your house and Darry never lets him have beer, and you were dreading the action. What if you said something you shouldn’t? You waited for the knock on your door, and when you heard it, you opened the door to see a soaked Pony. “Did you know it was going to rain?” He asked, stepping into your home. You held back a laugh, “I know now.” Pony trailed behind you to your room, eyes settling on his normal chair, the only clean thing in your room. “Cleaned it up for me?” He asked, eyes smiling. “Yeah sure, gotta be a good hostess,” You smiled back, lighting a cancer stick. Pony popped open the cap of a bottle and passed it back and forth between you and him for a while. He cringed as he took a sip. “I’ll never get used to the taste,” You leaned your head back already feeling tipsy. “Well, with Two in your house, I doubt you’d ever get to drink one again,” You joked and Pony laughed. Outside, the rain was pouring and you were struck by a sudden twist of melancholy and loneliness, a feeling that has long been with you since you started pining for Ponyboy. You looked at Pony as he laughed, his eyes full of joy, body relaxed. Your stomach twisted. “Ponyboy, I..” You paused and he looked at you, “I like you a lot.” He quirked his head for a little bit, letting it sink in. Your heart sank further and further during the silence. “Like, love or like?” He asked, voice quiet. “...love,” You said, looking down. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. How could you say that! You saw the way he looked at Cherry when she passed him in the halls. “Well. I wasn’t really expecting that…” He said, and you bit your lip anxiously. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you back!” He rushed, and your eyes brightened. “Really!?” You exclaimed, uncharacteristically giddy. “Yes!” He exclaimed back, the drinks making him feel more relaxed. “So you like me?” You asked, smiling. “I love you,” He said, grabbing your hand.

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #pony curtis x reader

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soheeunderthesun · 7 hours ago

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GHOST OF YOU

~𐙚⋆° — ONE SHOT

When Anton abruptly ended things without explanation you were left heartbroken but mostly confused. Now, months later there is a feeling you can’t seem to shake off, it feels like Anton is still somehow with you. In your thoughts, memories, even your dreams. Haunting you like a ghost

You tried to move on with distractions such as work or friends even going on dates, and when you thought you were starting to heal, he showed up.

wc - 7.4k

~~𐙚⋆° pairing — ex!anton x female reader

~~~𐙚⋆° features — Shotaro of riize and Sakura of le sserafim

~~~~𐙚⋆° genre — angst, exes

~~~~~𐙚⋆° warning — angst, cursing, low self-esteem, concern about being a burden in the relationship and breakup.

!!Authors' note!! - There may be a couple of spelling mistakes.. edited it late at night.

This work is a work of fiction and is not intended to reflect the real-life personalities or actions of the individuals portrayed. It is created solely for entertainment purposes!!

You remember the last time you spoke with Anton. Given his energy, you just thought he was just tired, that he'd have a long day at work like he usually would, and eventually would come back around, to make up for how he acted. You remember he drove you home from a date, parked the car in your driveway and told you that he needed some space. His eyes kept avoiding yours as he finally uttered out “I don’t have time to discuss this right now, im sorry" his gaze still turned aside. Of course you thought it was a weird way to end things, so you figured you'd talk tomorrow when he wasn’t acting so strange. Arguing with him would only make things worse, you knew that. So you swallowed all the questions and let the silence see you through. You remember sitting there, staring at the door, unsure if you should leave as his hands were tight on the steering wheel, eyes refusing to grieve. When you texted him the next day, there was no reply. Then another day, and another. Days turned into weeks, and suddenly when you stood by the entrance to his place, you were met with nothing, just the silence and a wooden door in your face.

You then keep thinking back to the time before the breakup, wondering what might have caused it. Anton wouldn't be the type to have an affair, he’s always too caught up with work to even have the time for that. Given how he still showed affection and care, it doesn’t seem like he had fallen out of love with you. It’s frustrating because everything seemed fine on the surface, and yet here you are struggling to understand what went wrong.

The sage green walls were adorned with vintage advertisements, large wooden frames holding posters of iconic images of Lee hyori and Seo Taiji and boys, it was nice it gave the place a nostalgic feel to it, like stepping into a time machine when entering the cafe. It wasn't a fussy or overly planned setup, but felt more like a collection of well-loved pieces, carefully placed, such as the wooden tables slightly worn from years of use matched well with the mismatched chairs. Large windows overlooked the quiet street, as few pedestrians hurry by under their umbrellas. You like the way that the place wasn't fancy or trying to impress anyone, it was just a place to find comfort.

You sat at one of the corner tables, just enough to be out of the way but close enough to watch the world go by. “So yeah… I really hope the apartment complex will be ready when I move in, I can’t really bear the thought of finding a new place until then.. are you even listening to me yn?”

You pull your gaze away from the window where you had been staring at the rain streaking down the glass “Huh? Oh.. yeah, ha, sorry” you gave a half-hearted chuckle, rubbing your eyes. “Something about a fire? That sucks…”

A slight frown tugging at her lips now “Jesus, what’s up with you today? You’re barely listening, and you haven’t even touched your drink.” she motioned to the untouched hot chocolate in front of you, the dark liquid sitting there cold and forgotten. “Are you okay?” you glanced down at the mug, noticing the way the steam had long since disappeared. She was right. You hadn’t even thought to take a sip. It was almost like you hadn’t been in this room at all.

“I’m fine” You finally met Sakura's eyes “Im… fine, don't worry Kura” you repeated again.

Your eyes flicking back to the street outside. Raindrops pattering against the windows, several cars splashing through the same puddle just around the corner of the road, sending ripples across the wet pavement. The man outside had shifted, his hands shoved deep in his pockets now, face angled just enough for the streetlights to catch a glimpse of it. For a split second, you could’ve sworn it was him. Anton. The way he stood there, the look on the strangers face, even the coat and beanie he had on made you think of your ex lover.

You know it’s not really Anton, it’s the ghost of who he was. The ghost that has been following you for a while now.

He wouldn’t be here you think. Not after everything that had happened.

“What’s so distracting?” you quickly looked down at your fingers, pretending to fiddle your white long-sleeved shirt to cover up the way your palms were suddenly clammy. “Sorry” you muttered, embarrassed at how obvious your discomfort had become. You cleared your throat as your fingers continued to trace the edge of your sleeve, the white cotton had that soft feel at first, but the longer you fiddled with the sleeve, the more it seemed to cling to your skin.

“yn are you sure you’re okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost” Sakura leans forward, placing both elbows on the table, her shoulders that were relaxed, now sit a little higher, showing she's fully tuned into you. You see how her chestnut brown hair fall just past her shoulders, and eyes that were almost too large for the rest of her face, but in a way that made them captivating rather than overwhelming. You feel a tug of guilt for letting your mind wander to the figure outside the window, but you brush it off. It doesn’t matter. It’s not worth bothering her with it.

“Never mind” you lean in your seat, leaning back a little as you steer the conversation in a different direction. “So, about the apartment. You’ve signed the lease right? I mean, I know you haven’t moved in yet because of the fire, but..” You trail off.

"Yeah," she says "I signed the lease a couple of weeks ago. It’s actually a pretty nice place, two-bedroom, 12th floor, so it has good light, and has the perfect amount of space for everything I need. with the fire though…" She trails of, fingers tapping absently on the edge of her coffee cup "I am supposed to move in 3 weeks, but everything got delayed because of the stupid smoke damage. So now i'm just waiting for them to call"

You can see the frustration in her eyes, she’s trying to stay optimistic about the apartment. It's hard to blame her for feeling a little on edge, since a place she was supposed to call her own, her fresh start, was suddenly tied up in renovations.

"Fuck that’s so annoying, not being able to move in when you thought you would."

"You have no idea. I’m just... ready to have a place to settle in, you know?"

You nod in understanding. "You will soon" you say with a reassuring smile.

Her eyes meet yours for a moment, her smile returning more genuinely this time, a flicker of relief in her expression. "Yeah I hope so. It’ll be nice to have a fresh start. I’ve been needing it."

A fresh start, oh the freedom of a fresh start.

A moment passes by and the conversation settles into a quieter rhythm, the figure outside the window fades from your mind completely. The moment feels safe again, and for now, that’s all that matters.

The rain outside had only picked up from a fine mist turning into a steady drizzle. “I'm just gonna ask if I can take this to go” you say standing and grabbing your raincoat from the back of your chair. Sakura glances at the window, where droplets race down the glass, then looks back at you. “Yeah sure” she pulls her own jacket on and reaches for the umbrella that’s been resting beside her chair. "Let's go" she says.

As you guys step outside, the cool autumn air hits your face, the drizzle soaking into your coat before Sakura pulls the umbrella over both of you, holding it at just the right angle to keep the worst rain at bay. The streets are so much quieter now, the usual sound of cars and people almost drowned out by the rain.

“Not exactly the best weather for a walk” Sakura mutters under her breath as she steps over a big puddle, trying to avoid getting soaked. She’s careful, but her foot slips just enough for some water to splash up, hitting the edges of your boots "oops” she grins while looking up at you, clearly amused by the splash. You roll your eyes and without saying anything, you loop your arm through hers and give her a gentle push nudging her along the quiet street. Now walking side by side, neither of you rush the conversation as it flows easily, shifting between casual topics and long pauses that aren't uncomfortable, but natural. Under you the pavements are weathered, their cracks barely noticeable under the thin layer of rain that glistens in the dim light. Around the two of you are low-rise buildings that line on either side of where you walk, and above you the sky that was once a washed-out gray color is now deepened into a bruised dark shade.

The walk isn’t long since the café is just a few blocks from your place. You’re almost at the entrance to your apartment complex as you see the familiar sight of it ahead, a patchwork of lives unfolding behind the windows. You see someone’s slouched on a couch, lost in whatever's on the TV as their eyes fully focused. In another window, a person is kneeling on the floor laughing softly as their small dog nudges at a toy. Right below that window is a guy pacing back and forth, his phone pressed to his ear and a frown tugging at his brows. It’s a comforting sight to you, truly, how effortlessly human emotions play out in everyday moments, making you reminded by how much you wear your feelings as people.

“Watch your step it can be slippery” you say glancing at Sakura as she folds up her umbrella, the fabric still damp from the rain. You watch her carefully step toward the entrance, the ground slick beneath her boots from the steady flow of people coming and going throughout the day. The edges of the doorway are a little wet, the rainwater gathering in small puddles from the constant shuffle of feet and the last thing you want is for either of you to slip and hurt yourself.

You wait by the elevator, as Sakura now stands beside you, fidgeting with the end of her umbrella. Its a comfortable silence but after a moment you hear her exhale out loud making you glance at her, her eyes flicker with anticipation. She’s got something on her mind. You can feel it. Then the elevator door opens with a soft ding, you both take a step to enter. She clears her throat and as soon as the doors slide close her voice fills the room. “Okay so… you know...” her voice a little quiet like she’s testing the waters. She shifts from one foot to the other and then finally just lets it all out. “There’s this guy... I uhm- I think you’d like him” you raise an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden change in the conversation as you let her words hang in the air for a bit. In another given situation, this would have been such a fun comment from her. You’d have laughed, probably teased her about setting you up with some guy. You would have asked her for pictures of him, asked her where she knew him from, you would have felt the thrill of meeting someone new, that rush of excitement. But now.. with the sting of your breakup, it just feels wrong.

The thought of even thinking about someone new makes your stomach hurt, but you can’t exactly say that to her, not when she’s trying to do something nice to you. Sakura’s looking at you, waiting for your reaction as you let her words hang in the air.

“I- uh… I don’t know”

“He is really nice, I swear. Like, he’s super funny and has this smile that you can’t help but smile back at. It’s totally infectious! and it’s not just his personality, he’s also ridiculously good-looking. Like ridiculously. His name is Shotaro. Shotaro! I mean come on, what more can you ask fo-”

“Thanks Kura.. but I think im good, i'm not really looking for anything right now”

“See! neither is he. Seriously yn. He’s just the type to go with the flow, see where things go. No pressure, just… you know, see what happens”

“okay so he wants to just fuck me?”

“No!! I mean probably? Have you seen yourself?.. and so what? if you aren't looking for anything serious either then it´d be perfect for you to meet up right?”

The elevator dings again, pulling you back to the present moment. You step out into the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the empty space. “I get it, Kura. I really do” you say, trying to keep the mood light. “But like I said, I’m really not interested right now” Sakura slows her pace as she approaches the door to your apartment. You put your key in the lock and turn, which makes the door creak open due to the old hinges, loose from years of use. You step inside, kicking off your boots that accidently hit the wall, marking it with rainwater. Sakura follows behind you, already unbuttoning her coat and shrugging it off. She hangs her umbrella along with her coat and turns to you.

“It's because of him right? Anton?”

You almost consider lying, just saying no and trying to move on from the conversation. But there's that nagging truth in the back of your mind, that yes, part of the reason is because of him. But it’s not just him of course, but about the way he just walked away from your life. Just you sitting in the front seat of his car, clicking the door lock open, the click of the lock like a silent signal for you to leave.

“Goodbye yn” He left you with a question mark in your head, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.

"Kura.."

“I get it if you don't want to, but I'm speaking as your friend, and as your friend I want the best for you. You know.. want you to come out a bit, get some fresh air, get your mind off hi- off things.. It's just for one night! nothing more”

She’s just trying to be a good friend and you know her heart’s in the right place. Your sweet Sakura, who was there for you when Anton left, holding you while you cried, letting you lean on her and wrapping her arms around you. She stayed through it all.

“it's very considerate Kura.. but maybe another time”

The next day you had work, but getting there wasn’t easy. You kept replaying the dream about Anton in your head, and it threw off your whole morning routine. It felt so damn real, like you could almost still smell the cooking in the kitchen and feel the warmth of the air. So when you woke up, it left this empty hollow feeling in your chest. The dreams weren’t that unusual. You’d had a few of them by now, little snapshots of normal life with him. This time you were cooking as he was sitting nearby, watching you do your thing. It wasn’t anything special, but it was precious, the kind of everyday stuff you used to take for granted. The whole time it felt like things were normal, but now in the break room at work, it felt like another lifetime.

You step into the break room, getting an escape from the spreadsheets and endless typing. The fridge and the sound of the coffee machine are the only things that break the silence, until you hear Semoon and Inu leaning towards each other a little too close, speaking in hushed tones from the corner table. It's not hard to overhear what they say as you stop in your tracks to carefully listen.

"I swear she was so much more fun when she was with him. Now it’s like... well, I don’t know. She’s just kinda there you know?" Insu chuckles

"You notice how serious she’s been lately?" Semoon voice laced with a kind of mockery as she leans back in her chair.

"fuck yeah, like she’s gone all... serious? boring, more likely. I mean, what happened to her man? the girl who’d actually laugh at our jokes instead of just giving us that half-assed smile?"

They act like it’s your fault, like your whole personality was tied to Anton. Viewing you as someone who is not allowed to be different now that he’s gone. Dumbasses. Of course you know that what they are talking about shouldn't bother you too much. But it still hurts.

This place, this one fucking place you thought would help you clear your head. You feel that familiar frustration creeping in, fuck how you hate how everything seems to circle back to Anton. How everything still feels like it’s about him. Why can’t Anton just get out of your goddamn head?! You’re so much more than that. You know you are. You deserve to move on, with or without an explanation from him. He can't keep taking up space. This is your post-heartbreak era, damn it. A fresh start. A new woman. You won’t let their gossip drag you down. You don’t have time for petty conversations about your life and your pain. You’re done with all that. Instead of confronting them, you just walk out of the break room. No need to make a scene. No need to let them have the satisfaction of seeing you upset. You focus on your steps, taking a deep breath as you leave the noise behind and walk back to your desk. Forward. You have to keep moving forward. So instead of confronting them, your phone is in your hands now, texting Sakura´s number.

“Hey Kura.. can you text me Shotaro’s number, I’ve changed my mind”

Later that evening after getting home from work, you found yourself booking a date with Shotaro at that new restaurant you’d always wanted to try. You’d been meaning to go for months, but after things ended with Anton, it somehow never felt right to go.

You step out of the elevator and walk down the hallway towards your door. As you approach, you see Mr. Kim standing a few feet away. He’s an older man, a little hunched, always with his gray hair neatly combed. You know he lives alone with his cat “Tomato” who often wanders the hallways.

Mr. Kim raises his eyebrows as you pass by him “Someone was at your door today”

You glance at Mr. Kim, not entirely sure you heard him correctly, given his soft voice and the way he speaks very slowly.

“I was taking out the trash” he continues “A tall man was standing by your door. Didn’t knock though... just... looked kind of upset, but he didn’t knock”

Only one person comes to mind. Anton.

Oh god. What was he doing here? Had he come to say something? Had he finally come to his senses? Was he here to talk? Why now of all times! He knew you’d be at work. Your mind spins with a thousand questions.

"Mr. Kim, was it Anton you saw?" you ask

He looks thoughtful for a moment, his eyes squinting trying to recall the details. "I’m sorry, dear. I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I can’t be sure. But it might have been him. He didn’t say hello though, he just stood there with his head down"

A knot tighten in you as you wait for him to say more, he just shakes his head clearly unsure of anything else "I didn’t see him for long. He just stood there, looked like he was lost in thought"

Forcing yourself to take a deep breath you try to keep your emotions in check. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. I appreciate you letting me know."

"Of course dear"

You knew deep down this was a bad idea, yet here you are.. alone with freshly done makeup, hair perfectly straightened, something you put extra care in. Even your outfit took you at least 10 extra minutes to decide. All of it, just for Shotaro to be 15 minutes late. Every passing minute you thought about leaving, but you didn’t want to waste a perfectly good dinner. To hell with sitting alone, you’ve been wanting to try this place for ages anyway, and now you’ve finally got the chance. Date or not, you’re starving.

You scanned the room, trying to get a hold of the waiter, when suddenly a guy, clearly out of breath, appeared in front of your table.

“Yn?” he says, a little surprised to see you still here, although very relieved that you haven't left.

“Uhm yea-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he blurts “I was helping my sister, and time just got away from me. I really apologize!” You can’t help but chuckle a little, shaking your head. It’s hard not to smile at his flustered expression. “Oh haha, no worries”

You stand up to greet him with your hand, instead he pulls you into a hug. It's unexpected but surely not unwelcome. He’s already talking again when you both pull back.

“I’m so glad Sakura showed me a picture of you or I’d probably be even later than this” he laughs a bit embarrassed “You look really beautiful, by the way. The color of the dress really suits your eyes”

You glance down at the cherry-red dress. It’s the same dress Anton always used to say he loved. Like you can almost hear his voice in your head and see the way he used to smile whenever you wore it. You've worn it several times just because you liked the way he couldn't keep his hands off of you, as much as he liked the dress on you, he couldn’t help but peel it off later on, as if it was never meant to stay on for long.

You look up to say thank you, but to your surprise, it’s not Shotaro sitting across from you. It’s Anton. His long black hair falls in waves around his face, just like it used to. He smiles at you, and it feels like your heart tightens. It's been so long since you've seen that smile, especially the warmth it gave to your body. You want to burst into tears, not just because of the flood of memories that come rushing back, but because it hurts so fucking much. You want to reach out and tell him that you miss him, that you'll do anything just to talk it out. Tell him how you still feel.

“Anton?” you whisper, you are scared, scared that saying his name too loudly might shatter this fragile moment and he’ll fade away.

In an instant his face shifts, suddenly his features soften, the dark hair fading into blonde, his jawline tapping soft, with a pronounced chin. The image of Anton disappears, replaced by the guy you saw earlier. This moment you thought you were just caught in, the one that pulled you back into the past, slips away just as quickly.

“Uh sorry?” He raised an eyebrow, he was glancing at the menu but now his full attention was on you.

“Oh... uh, thank you! you look great as well. The blonde hair really suits you, it gives you this... fresh, youthful look”

“Thank you yn. Kura did say you’d be the charmer” he flirts.

You chuckle at his words, feeling a bit lighter, given what you just saw seconds ago. It's crazy how much missing someone can alter your brain to make you see things. Spending all your time trying to find him, months of calling him, sending messages he never reads, you think you´ve gone insane if you see him in front of you now. For tonight you hope that your mind won’t play tricks on you again, won’t make you see things that aren’t there. This night was supposed to be about letting go of Anton, not letting his ghost slip back into your thoughts.

Shotaro grins, clearly enjoying the reaction he got from you "So.." he says while leaning back on the wine red cushion chair. "Should we just go ahead and hit all the clichés and talk about where we’re from and our childhood traumas, after we order?" He gives you a smile, and damn Sakura was right, you can't help but smile back.

“You mean the classic first date questions?” you reply, putting your thumb and index finger on your chin, while looking up, pretending to think it over “Sure, why not, gotta make sure you're not a serial killer”

““Exactly yn” pleased with your answer.

Throughout the date you two end up talking about how you both know Sakura, laughing over her little quirks, then Shotaro shares that he’s actually a dance choreographer even though it wasn’t exactly something he planned. He loves it though, and you can tell from the way he talks about it that he’s passionate. He mentions how being able to move with the music feels natural to him, you can already sense that he’d be an amazing teacher, the kind who could make you keep going and grow confident even if you had two left feet.

The dinner turned out better than you expected. There were a few moments when you had flashes of Anton, but it didn’t hurt as much. Not with Shotaro around, his silliness had you laughing so hard at one point you snorted, and it was impossible not to get caught up in the moment. It felt good, like you could just forget the longing for a while.

The ice cream is cold, your hands are freezing but the taste is worth the pinching feeling on your fingers. Shotaro grins at you while taking a lick of his chocolate flavoured one.

"Look at us" his voice is light "Ice cream in November, what more could we possibly want?"

His comment makes you laugh and shake your head "I still don’t get why that ice cream shop is open this late"

"It’s for people like us yn"

"I guess we're just that special"

As you walk you notice how the Seoul sky tower glows its blue lights, a sign that the air quality’s okay for once. Some shops are starting to shut down for the night, their windows darkening, while a small kids’ store nearby is locking up its doors making the last few customers trickling out.

A green dinosaur teddy sat in the window, bright colors too cheerful, meaning to draw kids inside that passes by the store. You had one that looked like that, although yours was blue, not green. Anton would always joke around playfully pretending to be jealous when you’d hug the teddy instead of curling up with him. That Dino had been his gift to you. The reason stemmed from you one day telling him that he reminded you of one, big and strong but gentle. He’d laughed and given you the first one, and then more came after that, before you knew it, you had a whole collection of them beside you when you went to sleep.

"...how about you?" Shotaro's voice was muffled at first, but breaks through your thoughts.

You blink, realizing you missed whatever he just said "Oh sorry Shotaro.. I totally zoned out. can you say it again?"

"I was just talking about how nervous I was coming in here, to this date. You know.. since it’s a setup by Sakura and all. But honestly something just pulled me into it and now that I’m here, I don’t regret it at all" He pauses "So I was just wondering.. what made you say yes to this?"

oh. oh no.. its a good question though.. Why did you say yes to this? was it really to just forget Anton, or was it you trying to move on? your words are tangled in your head, trying to find the right words to say to Shotaro. You don't wanna hurt his feelings, not when he’s been nothing but kind and genuine to you. He didn’t deserve to be compared to someone like Anton, especially not when he was standing there, with ice cream in hand, his scarf casually wrapped around his neck and his cheeks flushed from the night air, and goodness those eyes.. god. So warm and irresistible. It’s hard to keep your focus on anything else when he looks at you like that.

You then clear your throat, trying to push the awkwardness down. "Well... I guess it’s because I needed something different. I’ve been stuck in my head a lot, and Sakura… she said this would be fun. So I thought why not? No expectations, just... a night out"

“Good to know”

You thought the topic was fading way, but he keeps going.

“if you don’t mind me asking... what’s the thing that's been stuck in your head?"

I mean.. you don’t have to lie to him. You can just steer clear of the truth. It’s not like he needs to know how your ex dumped you in his car and walked away without a single explanation, leaving you to cry for weeks.

But here you are.

"Probably just trying to figure out how I can eat all this ice cream without getting brain freeze"

He laughs but you can tell he’s not completely satisfied with your answer. You clear your throat, feeling the last bit of ice cream melt away. okay fuck it, just be honest.

"Oka.. to be completely honest with you..." You take a breath.

"My ex and I broke up a couple months ago.. and yeah it hurt. A lot. Sakura being the angel she is thought I needed something to get my mind off things. So here I am… I hope you don’t take this the wrong way though. I really do like you Shotaro. I'm enjoying this night so much"

You can see that he’s processing your words.

“I’m really sorry to hear that yn... I understand how Sakura is just trying to be a good friend”

You can tell he is being honest, Shotaro woulndt lie, you believe in the goodness of his heart despite knowing him for less than 24 hours. "and yn... don’t ever feel like you need to explain yourself to me. I get it. You’ve been through a lot. I’m just glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me"

He reaches up and slips his scarf off, gently wraps it around your neck. Probably noticing the chill in the air and the ice cream catching up with you. His hands linger for a moment as he adjust the fabric making sure you're warm enough

“I like you too, you know? I’m not expecting anything or rushing anything. We can take it slow, whatever feels right for you yn"

The evening had been light and full of laughs. It was fun, more fun than you expected actually. Walking slowly you hear the soft click from your shoes against the floors. You catch yourself smiling again. Shotaro had been easy to talk to and for the first time in a while you felt like yourself again.

Rounding the corner towards your door, it felt like someone splashed an ice bucket over your head. There. Standing in front of your apartment door, is the last person you ever expected to see at this moment. Anton.

Mr. Kim was right, Anton had probably stood by your front door that day. His hood is pulled low over his head, casting a shadow over his face, but you can still make out the worn, almost hollow look to him. He looks... awful. Like he hasn’t slept in days, maybe weeks. His skin is pale, his eyes bloodshot, it sends cold shivers down your spine. At this moment your feet are rooted to the floor as your heart starts to race.

What the hell are you supposed to do now? a part of you wants to turn around and pretend you didn’t see him, just walk back out. On the other hand, you know you’ll regret it if you walk away. After all this time, with all your unanswered questions, the pain of not knowing why he left. Here he is, finally standing right in front of you.

“Hey yn”

You stare at him, and all those months of wondering, of feeling like you were crazy for asking if he was okay, rush back in an instant. It’s like all the things you’ve been carrying these past few months are suddenly too heavy to even speak. Anton, who you called and texted several times asking if he was okay, is standing right in front of you as if he hadn't been ghosting you all this time.

“What are you doing here?” there's a bite to your voice but you can't help it. He hurt you.

“I came to see you”

“See me?” It almost makes you laugh “After everything? I know you have been coming here, but you don't even bother to knock?” There’s a pause. He doesn’t seem to know what to say next.

You know you should hear him out, listen to him and hear what he has to say. But the anger you’ve been holding back for weeks bursts to the surface.

“You didn’t even care enough to explain, to give me anything and now you just show up like nothing happened?”

"I'm sorry"

“After weeks of nothing, nothing Anton, you show up at my door like we’re old friends. Like do you even get what you did? do you even understand?”

You stop in front of him, not too far away, but just close enough that if he reached out, his hand could probably touch you.

“Yn…” He starts “I didn’t want to hurt you… but I hurt you anyway”

“Of course you did. You know what Anton? It was the silence that got to me the most. Not the absence of your voice or your touch, no it was the fact that you didn’t feel like you owed me an explanation. It makes me feel invisible, Anton. Like I didn’t matter enough for you to even say goodbye”

You open your mouth to keep talking, to tell him it’s a little too late to say sorry, but he holds up his hand, a signal for you to let him talk.

"I wasn’t... I wasn’t in a good place yn" he says quietly "I thought if I stepped back, I could figure it out... I’ve been struggling with my thoughts for a while, and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I didn’t want to pull you into all that. I didn’t want to bring you down into my mess”

He pauses like he’s taking a deep breath, like this is something he’s been carrying with him for so long, and it hurts to finally say it out loud. You can see the way his hands tremble slightly. He’s standing there exposed and you’re left to process it.

“I thought if I just… left, if I ended things, it would be better for you. I thought if I stayed in your life like this, I’d only drag you down and make you feel just as lost as I felt.. I didn’t want to do that to you yn” His voice breaks a little at the end and you see him swallow hard, as his eyes briefly close. You can see it in his face, how much it cost him to admit this, how much it must’ve hurt to let you know what he’s been carrying all this time.

“I get that… I get why you didn’t want to pull me in” you slowly say to him, “but Anton why didn’t you even try to let me in. You just shut me out completely. You can't just walk away and not say anything, not even give me a chance to understand what was happening to you, what you´ve been feeling”

The pain feels sharp all over again. You were always there for him weren’t you? You would’ve been there no matter how messy things got. You would’ve stood by him, ready to help him through whatever came his way. It’s hard not to feel like he underestimated you, like he thought you wouldn’t be strong enough to handle his struggle.

“I just.. I needed to fix myself, to not drag you down with me and I was scared of how you’d react if I told you, scared I’d push you away anyway because of what I was going through” His voice is quieter now, like he's speaking to himself as much as to you “I thought you’d leave me. I thought it would be easier for the both of us if I left first”

You want to shout that he’s wrong that you would never walk away. It feels like he never gave you the chance to prove that.

“So you thought... leaving me was easier?”

"You thought that would be better for me?" He nods at you, but there's no relief in his expression, just exhaustion.

"I thought I was doing the right thing yn”

He’s here now, after everything he’s standing in front of you, apologizing to you and finally telling you the truth "You were never supposed to be alone in this Anton"

"I would’ve been there. I would’ve fought for you. I would’ve fought through whatever you were going through. I would’ve stayed, even if it was hard, even if I couldn’t fix it!" your voice trembling "I didn’t need you to be perfect, or be strong. I just needed you to trust me. To let me in.. You were fighting your demons alone and I didnt even know?.. Jesus Im a shit girlfriend!"

You’ve been holding onto anger and confusion, these twisted emotions that he left you with. But right now they’re tangled up with something more painful than all of it. Regret. You want to wrap your arms around him and hold him, tell him it’s okay. That despite the pain or despite everything, you still love him. That love makes it so hard to hold onto your anger, to let go of the idea that you would have somehow been the one to save him from himself.

"No no no yn you were not! I wa- I pretended that I was fine, if I let you see how much I was falling apart it would hurt you. I didn’t want you to see me like this, work was killing me, I feel like you deserved better, and I just.. I felt like I wasn't good enough, for you, for anyone”

You can feel the pull of everything you’ve wanted to say, everything you’ve been holding back for so long. It’s like your love for him is clawing its way out, demanding to be heard, even through all the pain.

"Anton.. I love you. I always have." The words sound both fragile and strong at the same time " and I... I want to help you. I want to fight for you, if you’d let me" His eyes flicker at your words, a look of disbelief mixed with relief "I don’t care about the mess Anton. I’m not giving up on you. I don’t care if it’s hard. I’ll be with you, through whatever comes"

Anton takes a step towards you. never leaving your gaze as he closes the space between you, then as if he can’t stop himself anymore, he reaches for you and pulls you to him “I don’t deserve you”

His lips are on yours now. The kiss is everything you’ve wanted. Its tentative at first, as if he’s waiting for you to pull away but then you lean into it, melting into his touch and he follows along.

The kiss deepens as you feel the warmth of his body against yours, the way his hands grip you, he’s holding onto something he’s almost lost. You kiss him back with everything you’ve been holding inside.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest against each other.

“Im sorry.. I’m not strong yn. But I’ll try. For you. For us.”

Again feel free to comment your thoughts on this fic, it can be silly reactions to constructive feedback -maybe it was too rushed? perhaps you guys wanted less dialogue and more descriptions?

Thank u for reading!! I love you!

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satashiiwrites · 2 years ago

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F it Friday writing/from a fic i’m totally definitely not writing

I have to go to a work party tonight (joy) but i’m procrastinating by putting this scene down as it’s been stuck in my head.

For the record… i now have three scenes half-written… and it’s one each from Mass Effect 1, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3.

Goddamnit plot bunny…. Can’t you give me a break??

Title: The First Spectre (aka previously known as untitled 911/Mass Effect space opera slowburn) a chapter somewhere in the back third of the story that would fit in ME3 if you’re keeping track. Might end up have ME1=the first spectre, ME2=Spectre Reborn and ME3=The Second Spectre…. But who knows.

Fandom: 911, Mass Effect Trilogy

Pairing: endgame Buddie (MShenko equivalent). Assume anything else is fair game until we hit ME3 territory because i’m totally making Taylor into Miranda and Abby is going to be Liara.

Tags/warnings: i’m still not committing to writing this monster length fic(and I do mean monster length if I go for it—like 600k of the slowest of slow burns). In the meantime i’m evidently writing a beginning, a divorce-era horizon disaster, and can clearly picture the catalyst firing/’don’t leave me behind’ scene in all its angsty goodness and now i’m adding the actual ‘i’m here to help you relax scene. Author may be in deep trouble. First draft with zero editing done. Assume Eddie=Kaidan Alenko and Buck=MShep.

Tagging because they asked @shortsighted-owl, @monsterrae1 @ajunerose @alyxmastershipper If you would like to be tagged for any updates or snippets from this one please let me know.

This scene inspired by this MShenko scene

To Eddie’s surprise, the door opens before he can knock or ask MADDIE to let Buck know he’s outside. Buck almost walks right into Eddie, his gaze fixed on the datapad in his hands.

“Eds?” Buck’s eyes are even bluer in the blue light from the aquarium that takes up the entire wall of the captain’s quarters, stepping to the side when he realizes that they’re almost chest to chest. “What are you—“

Eddie easily slips past him. “Can’t sleep either?” He throws over his shoulder, inspecting Buck’s room for the first time officially. It’s nice—if completely impractical on a battle frigate like the Normandy. He suppresses the irritation that Cerberus thought to provide this sort of creature comfort with the hope of enticing Buck into their way of thinking. Eddie has more than enough hard proof that Buck is on his side and not Cerberus’, otherwise he’d be dead from a bullet instead of Noah.

No more thinking of maybes. That’s what Eddie had told himself before coming up to Buck’s quarters.

He needed to know.

No more what if’s.

Buck sets the datapad down on his desk which is cluttered with the things along with a pair of used coffee cups from the mess. Above the desk are a collection of model ships—just like Buck had on the original Normandy. One of the ships was the Los Angelas—the last city they’d taken leave in before the Normandy Disaster had seemingly killed Buck and left Eddie to mourn his death and spend years thinking of what ifs.

“No,” Buck finally answers the question, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Eddie inspect his office.

“You can’t make yourself crazy over this,” Eddie tells him, fiddling with the bottle and glasses in his hands. ‘It won’t help.”

“What won’t? I can’t know for sure that I didn’t miss something. Eds,” Buck draws out his name, huffing a bit in frustration and rubbing his face in fatigue. “I need to get back to work.”

Eddie makes a noise of disagreement in the back of his throat. “Five minutes. Just one drink and then I’ll go,” he stalls for time, gesturing towards the low slung couch in the sitting area next to the bed, under the fish tank.

For a brief second, Buck holds out and then he’s sighing and giving in, unable to resist Eddie’s offer “One drink,” he cautions as he takes a seat next to Eddie.

Eddie pours him a generous finger or two or five and hands it to Buck who sniffs at it appreciatively before giving a sip. “You know you’ve done everything you could, right?”

Buck stares at the whiskey like it has the answers to the universe in it’s amber depths. “Everything? It doesn’t feel like it. I hope so. I keep running the numbers and scenarios, wondering if I missed something. If I could have saved one more person.”

“You don’t have to take this on yourself,” Eddie soothes, taking a drink of his own before reaching out to wrap his hand around Buck’s wrist. There’s tension in the muscles and then they relax purposefully as Buck watches him from beneath lowered lashes. Rubbing his fingertips along the tendons in a caress, Eddie tries to find the words he needs. “You’ve got a great crew you’ve built. Talented people that are all fighting by your side.”

Buck pulls away and throws back the entire glass of whiskey before getting up and beginning to pace, putting distance between them. It’s like watching a panther stalking in front of the bars of it’s cage—lethal grace wrapped in an N7 hoodie and uniform pants, feet bare and silent on the rubber mat floors. There’s a scowl on his face but it’s not focused on Eddie, but within and it hurts Eddie that Buck doesn’t realize how much he’s done because to him nothing short of ridding the galaxy of the Reapers will be acceptable.

Eddie steps into Buck’s path, making him stop. Taking a deep breath, he moves to rest his hands on Buck’s hips.

Buck stills under the touch, frown melting away but there’s still a deep furrow between the eyebrows that betrays the stress that he’s under. Eddie doesn’t resist the impulse to smooth it away and rubs his right thumb across it before cupping Buck’s unshaven cheek so he can’t look away. There’s faint bruising under both eyes from the lack of sleep but the blue eyes are luminous and laser focused like the sniper he is on Eddie. The hip under his other hand shifts, pressing into Eddie’s touch and decreasing the space between their bodies seemingly without awareness because Eddie has it all now.

He has Buck’s complete and full attention.

Picking his words carefully, Eddie tells him that he’s enough. “What you’ve accomplished since the Reapers arrived has been nothing short of amazing. You saved so many people, brought so many together in this fight,” he paused, then made it personal. “You saved Christopher… and you saved me, too.”

Buck breathes out through his nose sharply, an almost wounded sound escaping him. “I couldn’t leave either of you,” he confesses, moving closer but there’s still just a tiny amount of space between their bodies. “What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I lied,” he admitted, voice dropping a bit into more of a husky confession. “I didn’t just come for a drink.”

“What did you come here for?” Buck is holding his breath, waiting on his words.

“I’m here to help you,” Eddie’s words stumble out of him, tongue tying itself into knots.

“Help me?” Buck’s eyebrows are climbing, confusion evident in his voice but he hasn’t withdrawn. They’re still so close but not close enough.

“Help you relax.”

Eddie is never going to win awards for pickup lines but Buck seems to understand what he’s trying to say, if very badly. His fingers seem to have a life of their own and Buck sways closer to him as he slips his hand around Buck’s waist to tug him closer.

“Relax?” Buck’s pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip, eyes dropping to Eddie’s mouth.

“Relaxing will help you focus,” Eddie informs him before he can’t say anything further because Buck’s mouth is pressed to his.

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative like they’re both asking the other for permission to proceed. When neither pulls away it becomes more persistent and then a curious tongue traces the seam of Eddie’s mouth and he’s opening to let Buck’s tongue tangle with his own.

When they part finally to inhale, Eddie is chuckling into Buck’s neck, pressing a quick kiss to the jawline. Buck is frozen against him, like he’s afraid that he’s going to startle Eddie and he’ll flee like a wild animal.

“Eds?”

In response, all he can do is to pull Buck back in for another hungry kiss.

#the first spectre #buck is Mshep #eddie is Kaidan alenko #buddie —> mshenko #911/mass effect AU #evan buckley #eddie diaz #first draft #from fics i may never write #goddamnit plot bunnies #this is going to be long #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #author is going to be in the back cursing #and is in need of some whiskey herself #space opera au #buddie space opera

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usomads · 1 day ago

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Never Have I Ever // Jey Uso x Reader

Author's Note -> So I had this interesting little idea and figured I'd write it out for y'all... not sure how I feel about it yet but lmk if you like it 🤭 Oh! I have a masterlist now too, so you can check out some other stories I did recently :) happy reading!

Plot -> An innocent game leads to a new first, and new love.

Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Drinking, Cursing, Hickies, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.3k

Game Night. The one night a month where you, Josh, Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina could have a night to yourselves. No kids, no wrestling events to stress over, just drinks and quality time with your people. You met them through work, and although you were part of the production crew you ended up clicking with them right away. Whenever you all were inevitably on the road for shows, you traveled together, stayed at the same hotel, ventured the cities together, you had basically become part of the family.

Game Night originally started as a couples get-together for Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina but seeing as you and Josh were always around they happily extended the invitation to you two, despite both of you being single.

You were close with everybody in the group, but yours and Josh’s relationship was by far closer than the relationships you had with the others. Josh was the first WWE superstar to greet you on your first day on the job, showing you around and helping you get acclimated to your new work environment. Within the span of a couple weeks he was inviting you to family events, and the rest is history.

After helping yourself to a mixed drink in Joe and Galina's kitchen, you made your way back to the living room where everyone was congregated as they were trying to figure out the next game to play. “Why don’t we spice it up?” Trin suggested, “how about a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“Jesus, Trin. What are we, high schoolers?” You chimed in, “Might as well get a bottle out and start spinning it too.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, live a little,” she teased, “Sounds to me like you’ve got some secretssss!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Start already, before you kill my buzz.”

One by one everyone started taking turns going in a circle stating things they hadn’t done before; some sexual, some embarrassing, and some targeted to get certain players to put their fingers down. After a few rounds everyone in the group only had one finger remaining, and it was your turn. All you had to do was give one confession and everybody would be out of the game, making you the winner. You being as competitive as you were, you saved the best one for last. And you knew it would get everyone out. “Okay umm,” you paused dramatically even though you knew what you were going to say, “Never have I ever… received head.”

You smiled triumphantly as one by one, the group started putting down their fingers. Choruses of “Wowww, you had to go there,” “That’s so unfair,” and strings of curses came from everybody. Everybody except Josh.

“Nah, uce. That means nobody wins. Ma, the whole point of the game is to say somethin’ you haven’t done. You gotta put a finger down.”

“I know the rules, Josh,” you retorted, “I did say something I haven’t done. Which means I win.” “Wait, wait, wait. Girl, you’ve never had a man eat you out?” Trin asked shocked, her question making everyone realize what you had just said.

Josh interjects before you can respond, seemingly annoyed, “She has, Trin, she’s bullshittin’ rn. Because there ain’t no way-”

“There is a way, Josh, because it hasn’t happened. I’ve never had a man go down on me.”

Waves of shock cascaded across the room at your response. How could you go your entire adult life without getting your pussy eaten? It’s actually fairly easy, just sleep with shitty dudes that don’t wanna reciprocate and there you have it. You’ve experimented a little bit within your sex life, but something as elementary as getting head was something you had yet to check off your bucket list? You can’t really blame everyone for being so surprised about it, shit you probably would be too if you were in their shoes. It seemed like with every second the group sat with this new revelation more and more questions were getting asked, almost an overwhelming amount.

“Okay okay chill, damn. Didn’t realize I was playing ‘truth or dare’ all of a sudden,” you joked before shifting to a more serious tone, “But yes, I’ve sucked dick before. Yes, I’ve been fingered. No, I’m not bullshitting. And yes, my taste in men is ass. Haven’t found a single one that wants to go down on me, yet they expect me to go down on them. Crazy I know, but it is what it is. Men ain’t shit apparently. Now there, did I cover everything?”

“So…,” Jon piped up, “What the fuck y’all be doin’ then? Just straight to pound town and that’s it? No warm up?”

“Pound town is crazyyyy,” you laughed, “But not exactly. Actually, I can break down every time I’ve ever had sex with somebody. It all follows the same steps: kiss on each other for a bit, take all our clothes off, I’ll suck his dick, we fuck, he cums, and then it’s over with.”

“Wait, girl, are you saying you’ve never cum during sex? If that’s what you’re saying honey, I’m sorry, but we gotta find you a fuckin’ man. No more of these boys that you’re messin’ with.” Galina asked.

“Oh, no, I have before. Just a handful of times though, most of the time I’ve gotta finish myself off after. Can’t really expect me to finish if you don’t warm me up a bit, you know?” You responded.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with this generation? Giving your girl head should be a requirement, these boys you’re fuckin’ with are weird as fuck, Y/N, my girl’s right. We gotta find you a real man,” Joe stated.

“Oh, trust me, I agree with y’all. It’s why I just stopped having sex altogether; Imma have to finish myself off anyways, might as well not waste my time.”

“Y/N, babes, how fuckin’ long has it been since you’ve gotten dick?” Trin asked, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“Um…” Wow, you really had to think about it. “If I remember right, then around Christmas time…” “Oh, so less than a year then. For a second there I thought-”

“Of 2022,” you interrupted. Man, if earlier was chaotic, this new confession was fucking bedlam. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, except Josh, who had stayed silent and kept his eyes locked on you throughout this entire exchange.

“Alright, alright, yes I get it. It’s insane, I know. It is what it is, I guess. But as much as I’d love to continue sharing about my travesty of a sex life, I desperately need another drink. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” Everyone started listing their drink of choice, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all, until Josh spoke for the first time since your revelation.

“I’ll just come with you, seems like everybody needs something right now. You’re gonna need help carrying everyone’s shit.” You smiled at him, silently thanking him, but he didn’t say a word- he just followed closely behind you to the kitchen. You immediately went into bartender mode, making everyone’s drinks to bring back to the living room, but Josh stood still watching you from the entryway of the kitchen- still not talking.

“Hey, Josh, you mind helping me make a couple drinks real quick? I need some help over here,” you chuckled, but stopped when you noticed he wasn’t responding and turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you not getting your needs met? You know I would’ve helped you out, ma,” Josh asked, closing the distance between you two.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning back to finish making everyone’s drinks. “Helped me? What does that even mean? Look, I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, so can we put this convo on the back burner until the night is over with? Good, now help me carry these drinks back to the living room, would you?” You sighed, grabbing a few cups before brushing past him to head back to the group- leaving Josh alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

After a couple more games and a few more drinks, it was time for everyone to head out for the night. You rode to Joe’s house with Josh, who you hadn’t talked to since the conversation earlier in the kitchen. You were crashing there for the night, 1. Because you knew you’d have a drink too many and wouldn’t be able to drive, and 2. Because staying over at each others’ houses was a common occurrence nowadays. You both said your goodbyes to the group and headed back to his place. The car ride was silent, neither of you talking to the other and only the low hum of whatever songs were on Josh’s playlist. You stared out of the window the whole car ride, watching the blur of the city lights pass by and replaying you two’s conversation in your head over and over. What did he mean by, “I would’ve helped you out?” How would he have helped you?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the car pulling into Josh’s driveway and being put in park. Josh got out quickly, while you sat for a second to let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, here goes nothing.

You got inside and went to take your jacket and shoes off, barely getting yourself situated before Josh spoke.

“So, are you ready to talk about it now or are you just not gonna address it?” Sigh, here we go.

“What is there to address, huh? All I did was tell the truth, I haven’t had a guy go down on me before. I don’t really understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you should’ve told me about this a long time ago,” Josh replied, “If you had told me I could’ve done something about it.”

“Done something about it? How, Josh? What could you have possibly done about it? It doesn’t even matter and honestly, I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t act stupid. You know damn well if I had known about it I would’ve offered to be your ‘first’.” Sorry, what? You blinked hard, trying to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shit, as far as I’m concerned, offer’s still on the table,” his voice lowered, making slow strides towards you and backing you into the door, “What kind of ‘best friend’ would I be if I didn’t make sure you were taken care of, hmm?”

You shivered at his words, feeling the lust that was oozing from his words engulf the space between the two of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined Josh like this before. Hell, he’s who you think about when you’re touching yourself at night. Sure, he was attractive, but lately you’d developed feelings for the man. You craved him in more ways than one, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually end up in this position- trapped between him and the door while he dragged his fingers along your sides, trailing further and further down…

“So, what’s it gonna be,” he paused, his hand finally reaching your core and rubbing you through your leggings you were wearing. He groaned, feeling your wetness that had soaked through now pooling on his fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Imma eat this pussy in every room of the house mamas, make you cum in every one of ‘em too. All you gotta do is say the word.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. The sultriness in his voice had you ready to completely give yourself to him. You had completely soaked through your leggings at this point, and were convinced if they weren’t so restricting you’d be dripping wet for him. You had a choice to make: let him take you right here and raise some question marks surrounding your friendship, or decline his offer and leave yourself hot and bothered? Lucky for you, your voice made the decision before your mind did.

“Please, Josh, please.”

That was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours; desperately but passionate, lovingly yet intense. Your tongues battled for dominance while the two of you hastily removed any article of clothing separating you, craving to feel the warmth of each others’ skin with nothing in the way. Both of you were now left in just your undergarments, relentlessly kissing each other like your lives depended on it. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving trails of hickies in their wake. You moaned his name and fisted his hair with each one he created, trembling with every graze of his teeth or lick of his tongue.

“You… have no idea… how long… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered in between each bruise he made. Your head was thrown back against the wooden door, relishing every moment.

“Me too,” you breathed out, and it was the truth. You had only recently come to terms with seeing him as more than your best friend, but deep down you knew your feelings had begun months prior. He was all you ever thought about, and here you were, melting underneath him as he ensured not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips.

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs and by pure instinct you jumped into his arms, holding you tightly as he carried you to your first stop: the kitchen. Josh laid you down on the island countertop, goosebumps erupting all over as the cold surface touched your skin. You arched your back for him to remove your bra, and once removed, he placed a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down to your sternum, then your stomach, and finally your hips, where the band of your thong rested. Looking up at you, his teeth grazed the soft skin before latching onto the waistband of your thong, before sliding it down your legs. His hands slowly traveled up your calves and to your thighs, spreading them apart to give him a look at what he’s been craving since earlier this evening.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hummed, “And all mine too. Look at how wet you are for me already, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me all this time, ma.” And with that he lowers his head and licks between your aching folds, your eyes widening and rolling to the back of your head the moment his mouth makes contact. He hungrily attacks your folds as your fingers weave themselves into his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. The moans coming from your mouth are uncontrollable, repeating his name over and over as you fall further into oblivion.

“Tastes so sweet, baby girl, could eat you for every meal.” His words vibrate through your core and your pussy flutters. You inadvertently buck your hips but his arm stops you, holding you down so you can take everything he’s giving you right now. His mouth wraps around your clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud and you arch your back at the touch- feeling a familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach and quickly reaching its peak. “F-fuckk, Josh, feels so good. I’m gonna-”

“Let it out, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your body into a state you had never experienced before. You were writhing underneath him, holding onto his hair for dear life as your eyes roll into your skull and your back arches off the countertop. Strings of profanities and pants of his name cross your lips, lost in the flood of pleasure stemming from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. You finally begin to take control of your breathing again, attempting to slow it as your body gives out and lies limp on the marble, completely wiped out. Josh lifts his head to reveal himself, mouth and beard dripping in your wetness. He smiles softly at you, proud that he was the first to eat your pussy and proud that he was able to make you completely fall apart for him. He leans up to you and gives a soft kiss to your lips, before lifting your body from the countertop and carrying you once again. “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I said I was gonna eat you in every room of this house tonight, and you know I don’t break my promises.”

“Ohh f-fuckk! J-Josh, I- I can’t, I’m-”

“Yes you can, mamas, gimme another one. You can do it, princess.” You were now on your 5th orgasm of the night. Josh had kept his promise alright, making you cum in the kitchen, living room, his office, master bathroom, and now his bedroom. You’d think after that many times a man would be exhausted, but with every time he had made you cum he had gained more energy. It’s like making you cum was his food source, and it was driving him to keep going. Once again you came hard from his mouth and tongue, vision turning white and seeing stars as you hit your orgasm. You were for sure tired, but one thought kept you going: you wanted his cock. Bad.

“B-baby,” you panted, still coming down from your last orgasm, “Please… I want you. Fuck me, please.”

“You just came on my face 5 times, and now you want my dick? Fuck baby, you sure you can take it?” “Fuckk yes, Josh, just please… I need it, baby. I can handle one more.”

Josh takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, passionately kissing your lips as he pumps his cock and rubs his tip up and down your sensitive pussy, making you whimper into the kiss. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, baby girl. Imma take good care of you, I promise. You ready for me, baby?”

You nod, staring into his eyes as he slowly enters you. You cry out as his cock fully fills your pussy, already close to cumming again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight. Taking me so well,” he hisses, slowly thrusting inside of you. He wraps your legs around his waist and peppers kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, whispering praises to you as he slowly pumps in and out of you. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling you’re close, making him moan loudly in response. “Shitt, do that again, mamas. Squeeze my shit just like that, gonna make me fuck you full of my cum, baby.” You dig your nails into his shoulders and moan in response, “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want Daddy to fill you up ‘til you’re dripping my cum? Want me to cum deep, don’t you baby?”

“F-fuck… oh my god… please, Daddy. Want your cum in me so fuckin’ bad… s-shitt, Josh, I’m so-”

“Go ahead and soak this dick, pretty girl. I’m there too, baby. Cum for me.”Any energy you had saved was completely wiped out, coming undone again for him as he buried his face in your neck and pumped you full of his cum. Both of your moans echoed in his room, engulfing you two as you fell apart together. Josh collapses on the bed next to you, you both breathing heavily, and silent. Nothing needed to be said, as you nestled into his side and drifted to sleep with only one thought on your mind: Never have I ever… well now I have… and more.

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