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pearlymel · 5 months ago

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A duty— Capitano

Synopsis: You were set to marry a fatui... Wait, is that a fucking harbinger?!

Wc: 3.3k

Warning(s): fem reader for this one, reader gets called "wife", Capitano is described to have dark blue eyes (i swear i did my research and they said yes to dark blue eyes), MDNI masturbation but no sex between them.

Notes: don't ask the reason why you are in an arranged marriage, my brain is fried. You can come up with your own reasons ! Wrote this with my eyes cursing at me to sleep so half not proofread. Part 2 is out here. Part 3 is out here!

Tick tock.

You watched as the clock ticked louder than usual, cringing to yourself when the sound became unpleasant to you, it was ringing in your ears.

Even the fatui around you were like statue's, you considered for a minute to check if they were even alive and breathing.

The door then swinged opened, everyone's head suddenly lowering slightly which made you even more confused, but you mimicked their gestures nonetheless for respect.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the room, the sound only getting louder and heavier the closer it got you.

The steps finally stopped, and your glance up to see a big—no, giant man standing right infront of you. He seemed to be wearing a helmet to cover his face, long black hair that protrutes from the back of his helmet and over his shoulders, and the big coat that was full of fur draped around his shoulders.

You must say, he went all out with his appearance as a fatui.

"Are you perhaps..." You started, breaking the silence that hung think in the air, "... The person who I'm arranged to marry?" You finish off, tilting your head curiously.

He doesn't answer immediately, rather, he looks down at you, observing your features which makes you wipe your sweaty hands to your sides.

"Il Capitano," he finally spoke, a raspy voice, you noted. Capitano extended his arm out for you, and you willingly accepted it, giving it a gentle shake.

"Member of the fatui Harbingers."

His next words made your hand freeze. Did he just say Harbinger? Not even a normal fatui like you thought, but a whole harbinger. Standing right before you, and shaking your hand.

Well you were screwed because what the hell have you gotten yourself into.

You both were quiet now, staring at eachother that it's becoming almost painfully awkward.

"Your name?" He asks, letting your hand go and it's like you were snapped back to reality when you immediately blurt out your name.

He repeats your name like you were on his kill-off list, but that was just overthinking on your part.

"I'd like your company from now on." He announced, stepping a tad closer to you which made you hold in your breath.

"then i shall be at your company..." Giving him your best small smile, you bowed your head again.

•••

Your wedding basically consisted of a witness and marriage papers that needed your signature. You didn't even get the chance to wear a traditional wedding dress nor have a honeymoon, which you don't think is necessary for now since everything was going too fast for your liking.

And Marina, your new personal maid, has become your new friend in this big estate of Capitano's, teaching you everything you must and mustn't do. Kind of like a 101 guide on how to be a wife.

Ever since that day a two months ago, you have not done anything but cause trouble.

You wanted to go out? Well you need your husband's permission. You want to eat something? Ask Marina first and she'll whip it for you no problem, and no you're not allowed to cook by yourself. You bombarded Capitano with questions about himself, but his answers wouldn't be enough as they were about a word or a sentence long.

As boring as that is, this is your life now for... Archons know how long. But you remember it being temporary, if your memory did not fail you.

Capitano had returned back to the estate for the night, and for the first time, you greeted him at the front door with a smile, wishing you could see him smile back at you.

"My lord," you bow elegantly like how Marina taught you, speaking even softly like nothing ever happened a week ago, the fit you remember throwing at him, demanding an answer on why you couldn't do anything around.

The silence in the hallways was deafening, broken only by the clanking of his armor as he took a step closer to you, his towering figure cast an intimidating shadow upon you. "It is rare," he spoke in a blunt tone, "to see you this obedient." Capitano paused, his gaze scrutinizing your every move. "You have been behaving recently?"

You couldn't help but fidget with the hem of your clothes nervously like you have been caught, a nervous quiet laugh escaping your lips, "i believe I've always behaved."

Capitano let out a terse sigh at your answer, his eyes unflinching through the slits of his helmet. "To your luck," he muttered, "you have been... tolerable." The word 'tolerable' hung heavily in the air, making it clear that it was the most positive adjective he could summon about you.

"However," he added after a few moments, "you seem more compliant than usual today. This is an... interesting change." His tone was questioning, as if hinting that he was wary of your compliance, expecting a hidden scheme behind it.

"Shall we have dinner?" You change the topic, changing your position to stand by his side so that both of you could walk to the dining room together. Capitano nods curtly, acknowledging your suggestion. He allows you to approach, though there is a stiffness in his movements as he lets you stand by his side.

The two of you begin walking to the dining room, your husband's steps were heavy, and it was evident that he was still in his full armor, the sound of his footsteps filling the hall.

"You are not usually the one to suggest dinner," he commented, "I thought today was nice... Despite how i always fight you, forgive me." you mumble apologetically.

You become quiet when he doesn't answer back, your hands clasped infront of you instead.

You both soon reached the dining hall, now sat opposite eachother on the dining table, Capitano's gaze remained fixed upon you as you both sat across each other, the coldness in his eyes didn't waver as he observed you intently. The silence seemed to thicken as the only sound in the room was the clinking of silverware against the ceramic dinnerware.

"How was your trip?" You asked casually while stuffing some veggies in your mouth.

"The trip was... uneventful," he replied tersely, pausing briefly before continuing. "The usual Fatui business, nothing that concerns you, wife." His words were as biting as ever, indicating that he wasn't keen on discussing his business matters with you.

"nofing mfun?" You ask again with your mouth too full this time, "don't speak with your mouth full of food." You swallow your food down when you caught a glimpse of disappointment in his tone, maybe he was even frowning if you could see him behind his helmet.

"i will retire to my chambers after this," you place down the silverware on the tablecloth to reach for the glass of water next to you. Capitano doesn't answer, but he nods slowly in return.

•••

The world was still and the moon illuminated the grounds outside, casting a soft glow upon the landscape. You could hear the occasional sound of crickets and the whispered rustle of leaves, creating a peaceful atmosphere inside the expansive estate.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each one seemingly longer than the last as you anticipated Capitano's return this time. You fidgeted with the sheets, as you waited, you recalled Marina's words, a distant memory echoing in your head, "It is custom for a wife to wait for her husband to return before she retires to bed." You never did that, no. You would always sleep before he did and he would always wake up before you did. It was rare to even see him on your side of the bed, only sometimes when you would wake up from a sudden heavy weight shifting next to you.

Despite being married for quite some time, the connection between you two was still distant and cold. Capitano didn't seem to care for you on any emotional level, instead seeing you as a mere accessory to his life as a mighty Capitano of the Fatui Harbingers. A possession rather than a wife, you thought.

Capitano's steps echoed through the room as he stepped into your bedroom, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He closed the door behind him with a thump, shutting out the outside world and isolating the two of you in the room.

He observed you quietly for a moment, "You're not in bed yet?"

"i was waiting for you."

"And why, pray tell, were you waiting for me?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Marina..." You mumble, standing up from the bed while looking away in a bit of embarrassment, "she taught me it was custom for a wife to wait for her husband."

Capitano seemed even more surprised upon hearing your answer, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Marina... I see," he said slowly, of her name sending a ripple of irritation through him. Capitano disliked Marina's influence on you and how she seethe mentioned to be teaching you things.

He strode closer to you, by now you were used to his presence that it would not make you involuntary step back, you instead wait for his next move.

Lifting his hand to take a few strands of your hair was the last thing you expected. The strands resting on his hand as he lifted it closer to his helmet, almost like a gesture of kissing your hair which made you blink rapidly.

"You don't have to," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing the strands, "don't have to listen to Marina or anyone. You may do your own thing in this estate. I just want you well taken care of and safe."

You think you may have just fallen in love with the man because... Why is your heart beating so fast that it could explode? Or wait, can he hear it?

Capitano then let go of your hair, walking past you as he started loosening the straps of his armor, "it is late," he muttered with a rasp, his hands working quickly to remove his armor. The sound of armor being unthreaded echoed through the room, punctuated by the clinks of metal.

Taking off his helmet next so casually made your eyebrows furrow and sit back on the bed with your head tilted to get a closer look at him.

His eyes were glowing dark blue, the most beautiful shade of blue you think you've ever seen. The prettiest face too despite his dark and intimidating aura.

"you're beautiful." You whispered in awe, though Capitano, who was half-way through removing his armor, paused for a moment as he heard your words. He wasn't expecting such a compliment from you. It was rare for you to praise him, preferring to defy him more often than not.

"Beautiful?" he repeated, his voice gruff, you noticed his expressions and tried to act cool, your fingers nervously scratching your neck out of habit when you get shy.

"You're beautiful too, my wife." This completely caught you off gaurd, but it doesn't stop you from smiling and laughing it off quietly.

"Goodnight." Your head rests on the pillow, and this time you face him in your sleep, and he makes the effort to mimick your gestures.

"Goodnight."

•••

"Marina, where is my wife?" That was the first thing he asked your personal maid the moment he arrived back from his mission. His head looking around rather than looking down directly at Marina.

"The lady should be at her chambers."

"She's not."

"What?" Poor Marina's eyes widened, she was sure she just gave you a basket of fruits and snacks in your room, even asking you if you needed anything else.

"... Forgive me, my lord. She's probably in the bat—"

"She's not in the bathroom." He replied in a low, dangerous tone that sent a shiver down her spine.

Where are you, my lady? Marinas thought through gritted teeth before exhaling out shakily, "i shall go find her at once." Marina began looking around every corner of the estate, and each room she opened without you in it, she would lose two years of her life with Capitano following her.

You couldn't have escaped, right?

Finally when she hurriedly went to the back of the estate, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw you sitting outside on the grass with the basket of goods she handed you earlier.

You wave your hands and both Capitano and Marina with a bright smile, causing his shoulders to relax when you were at last seen having fun by yourself.

"you're going to get me killed one day." Marina mouthed at you, but since there was some distance between you both, you just smiled and shrugged at her.

Capitano approached you slowly, his purposeful stride carrying him towards you with measured steps. You were perched on the grass, happily savoring the treats in your hands, when he suddenly materialized before you. "Sit." You pat the space next to you, to which he obliged without hesitation.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No."

"Never? It's nice."

"You do seem to be enjoying yourself." He hums thoughtfully, and your smile widens, "The last couple of months have been interesting, and i get to know you better now." You say before popping a blueberry in your mouth to chew on.

"Blueberry?" You offer, raising your hand while holding a blueberry in between your thumb and forefinger.

You might think your husband is shy by how he looks around at first before taking off his helmet, cute. Eventually he leans to take the fruit between his teeth before chewing silently, the slight fruit juice glistening on his lips before his tongue along with his thumb swiped over his lower lip.

"you know," you suddenly speak, drawing your hips near him, "we've never kissed yet."

He pauses, staring at you while thinking deep about it, "does it bother you?"

"No, does the idea bother you?" Your question held a mixture of uncertainty and intrigue.

Without a warning, his hand held your left cheek with gentleness, his lips slotting against yours for three seconds max before it ended.

What?

Your eyes were wide open the whole three seconds of it too!

"What was that?" The horror in your eyes was evident, not because you were scared, but because you were caught off guard and your eyes were fucking open. Capitano, upon seeing your eyes, he immediately tried pulling away, thinking he might've scared you in some way.

But you were quick to hold his wrist firmly so it wouldn't leave your cheek. "I liked it." You blurt out with the reddest cheeks ever, and he's almost amused.

"But it was too fast," you clear your throat before tilting your head closer, "may i, husband?" How can he refuse when you asked so nicely too?

Your lips latch onto his for the second time, and this time, you were going to give him a proper kiss. With your lips moving with ease against his, the sounds of soft smacks of your lips together filling the air which makes the tips of his ears go red.

You don't continue after both of you pull away to catch your breath, your eyes staring deeply into eachother as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Let's not do this again," your heart almost drops at his words. Did you mess up again? Did he not like how it felt—

"In public, i meant. I wouldn't like anyone to see you in such a state."

You can definitely hear the crickets in your head. "So we can continue kissing?"

"Mm," he only hums back before reaching for his helmet to put it back on. "I have to leave, i will be back by midnight," and when he stands up, it was your cue to stand up to bid him goodbye.

"Take care, husband." You wrap you arms around him, and he circles his arms back around you into a tight hug. It was not your first hug together, so you got used to the feeling of not being able to breath for a couple of seconds before of his tight arms around you.

•••

Capitano expected you to be awake when he returned from a few errands he had to run earlier, expecting you to wait for for him so that both of you could sleep at the same time ever since you did that day.

But you were asleep, peaceful and relaxed on your shared bed. You, wearing nothing but a silky nightgown like you always do, the blanket shuffled messily on you which revealed your legs slightly parted, and your arms hugging the pillow underneath you.

You looked like an angel to him, so vulnerable.. so pretty like this—god was he pent up from today.

He hands clenched tightly into fists until his knuckles turned white as he looked away, instead busying himself in taking off his usually neat coat which was now covered in few splatters of crimson red.

The sound of the running water masked his muttering, instantly regretting his thoughtlessness. As he grabbed the bar of soap, he began to wash vigorously, trying to expel the memories of combat and the musky scent of carnage. His body couldn't be gentler with himself though, as he massaged his muscles that ached from the constant strain.

His heartbeat quickened as his mind wandered back to you. You were the sweetest thing in his life, and he would never ever hurt you, in fact, he would rather die than have your precious skin scratched. Or even cutting off the heads without hesitating if one would hurt you.

He hates himself for envisioning your body under his, or thinking about how skilled you would be with your tongue or hands. he thought he was a selfish lustful man for thinking of such thing when you were sound asleep and tired.

Unable to bear it any longer, he reached for himself, stroking slowly at first before heavier thrusts took over all while imagining how it would feel like to be inside your soft and warm cunt instead of his hard and rough fist. The steam from the shower served to muffle his low groans, half in agony, half in ecstasy. Closing his eyes, he pictured your warm smile or shy and embarrassed facial expressions as his release came steadily forth, his forehead hit the cool tiles as he let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

After taking a moment to get himself together, he turned off the water and faced the mirror. How can he go back to bed after jerking off to the thought of your smile and sleeping figure? He would very much rather bang his head on the wall.

But he dried off with a sigh and headed back to bed, trying to keep his eyes half closed with his back turned to you as he sinked down on the mattress, taking a bit of blanket to cover himself with his eyes forced shut.

Your sudden arms that enveloped around him from behind is what gave Capitano a scare. A literal scare to the big man.

Were you awake this whole time? Did you hear him back in the bathroom? Was he too loud?

But your soft snores made his stiff shoulders sag in relief, indicating you were still in deep in your dreams.

He decided to turn around to face you, looking down at how innocent you looked, how the moonlight seemed to glow on your face from the window, giving your features a glowy shine.

"You have ruined me," he whispered carefully while brushing off strands of your hair away from your face to press a goodnight kiss on your forehead. "I am yours, ruin me, break me, and love me as much as you want, my wife."

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mrsriddlenott · 19 days ago

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I put a lot of my own anxiety and insecurities into this and just portrayed it kinda how my mind feels in stressful situations where I doubt everything. This is basically my way of coping with the stress of….well everything rn.

Warnings: Anxiety, Insecure reader, Mention of cheating but no cheating ever occurred, Brain working against reader, Small panic attack, Suggestive at the end. Not proofread.

{masterlist}

~ Anxious ~

Your heart beat pounded heavily in your ears over the music surrounding you, your eyes unable to pull away from the scene in front of you. You didn’t want to think JJ would cheat on you. You hadn’t considered it, but as you watched him and Kie talk like nothing and no one was around them, doubt began to settle in your chest.

“It was insane, the biggest wave that I had ever surfed,” JJ explained with excitement, his eyes on Kie from beside you, his arm that had draped across your shoulders now lays nonchalantly against the back of the couch. You’re brain keeps trying to convince you it means something. It can’t mean anything.

Does it though?

You had already heard this story many times before, so had Kie even though she was there. Of course. But somehow with him it felt like it was new. “Do you remember that time when we-“ You start softly making JJ briefly turn to you with those bright excitement filled eyes he wore so often around his group.

Or was it around Kie? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Before you could even get past your first sentence his eyes were shooting away from yours immediately at the sound of her voice cutting over yours.

Maybe he’ll tell her I was talking?

Maybe she didn’t notice?

“Oh wait, Jj” Not you, just JJ, you thought trying to ignore the pang of emotions that hit your chest at being interrupted. “Even better, that time when we all almost got caught at the party in that creepy abandoned house and when we got to the Twinkie-“ JJ was laughing before she could even finish the story and soon they both were, leaving you confused and left out when the warmth of JJ’s arm finally slipped out from behind you to clutch himself as he laughed. “Well you know what happened.” Kie said between laughs after attempting to continue.

“I don’t,” Your chest constricts, clutching your words in your throat, forcing your voice to come out soft and scratchy while attempting to get their attention. When your small, anxious voice is drowned out by their combined laughter the feeling of jealousy and anxiety fuled anger fills your chest, your eyes bouncing back and forth uncontrollably between them while they start to calm down. Will he put his arm around me again? You ask yourself, your thoughts beginning to spiral down a road they never had with JJ.

Does he even remember I am here?

“Need a drink.” You rush to speak, your voice harsh abd upset while shoving yourself aggressively off the couch and away from the man that is supposed to bring you comfort. It wasn’t your intention to be rude, or aggressive but you just couldn’t find it in you to care.

It’s not like he will notice my tone anyway. You tell yourself, slipping silently around the crowded room to reach the drinks. You can’t stop yourself as your brain starts falling into a pit of overthinking, forcing yourself to take deep breaths in the hopes that you could calm down, take a few shots and be able to ignore these feelings until you were alone.

I bet he won’t even follow me, will he? The voice in the back of your head blurts out again, pushing tears past your eyelashes as you desperately try and hold them in. The thought has your head filling with heavy fog, your eyes searching for a life line, beginning to realize that you don’t even know anyone here besides his friends. Their friends.

Not like I have any of my own anyway.

Your scattered brain wastes no time in reminding you of that fact, your eyes nervously scanning the room, the music seemingly booming louder than it was a second ago as your ears begin to ring and your breath speeds up. You notice the room staring to feel smaller, your chest constricting with anxiety like the walls around you are closing in. You can’t understand why you aren’t able to just calm yourself down like a normal person.

I bet he wouldn’t even care if I left. Wouldn’t notice for hours. Your brain screams at you as you try and hide in the bathroom, locking the door behind you and letting your body relax against the door, falling down slowly, cradling your head in your arms and allowing yourself to cry quietly. You wanted your brain to just shut up already.

God you’re so toxic. What’s wrong with you. No wonder he prefers her, she can hold a conversation without stuttering through her anxiety. She is exciting, she likes everything he likes and knows the lingo-

“Hey, y/n are you okay?” JJ’s voice breaks through your thoughts, the knock of his two fingers against the hollow wood of the door making you jump slightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just crowded out there. Don’t worry you can go back to the party.” You try to control the sadness in your voice, wiping your eyes despite the tears still profusely wetting your cheeks, but you could almost hear the look of confusion on his face as he spoke through the door.

“But I don’t want to, not without you.” He sates, jiggling at the door knob before realizing it was locked, “Can I come in? You sound upset.” The fist trapping your heart tightens at the soft nervous chuckle he releases when you don’t respond at first. You can tell he has no idea what to do, or what upset you.

It’s not his fault you’re like this. He deserves better. He wants to have fun, not run around after me.

After taking a glance in the mirror to ensure your face was as tear free as it was going to get, you click the lock on the door, letting it creak open as you walk to rest against the sink, avoiding his gaze that you can feel burning into the back of your head.

“Are you okay Princess?” He asks, shutting the door behind him to give you privacy, the sigh in his voice as he sees you leant forward only eggs your anxiety on further. He’s annoyed with me now, you think as tears flood down your cheeks uncontrollably, forcing you to gasp for a breath you know won’t come.

“I-i was just overwhelmed at all the people I didn’t know,” the sentence gets caught in your throat, your eyes closing so you can imagine the lie in your head, “I’m okay, you can go have fun with your friends,” you try, wiping your eyes of tears to turn to face him with a straight face but he sees right through it. Like he aways does.

“You’re crying Gorgeous what happened? Did someone say something to you?” He asks, his voice sounded angry but his hands were soft as they reached up to grab your face, examining you like a piece of delicate china, “Did someone do something to you?” His voice was more urgent this time, startling you as you pull yourself out of his grasp and turn away again.

“No, no I’m fine I just need a second okay.” JJ can hear the squeak in your voice, can see the way your shoulders rock slightly with silent sobs. His heart starts to beat rapidly at the thought of everything that could have gone wrong, he didn’t want to lose you, he needed you. You grounded him and kept him from going absolutely crazy at every small inconvenience.

“Why won’t you look at me Princess? Did I do something?” His voice comes out as beg, wanting you to just tell him what happened, “Are you mad at me, whatever I did I didn’t mean to I promise I’m just a fucking idiot please tell me and I’ll explain.”

Your bloodshot eyes lock on his when you turn to meet his gaze and he knows this was him. He caused this somehow. His brain started going through each and every interaction he had with you in order to pin point what he did before finally remembering you didn’t even want to come to this party in the first place. “I can take you home and we can just hang out alone if you’re not having fun.”

“I don’t want to ruin the night for you, I just wanted to calm down because I have no right to be upset.” You sigh, finally meeting his eyes as he steps closer to you wearing a small smile, wanting nothing more than for you to open up to him, “I’m just overthinking….things.”

“What things?” He asks, his voice soft and full of reassurance

“Um well,” You stutter, “It’s just that it made me feel really anxious when Kie interrupted me, it made me….my brain….think you preferred talking to her.”

“Oh….Baby I’m so sorry,” JJ sighs, finally stepping close enough to tug you into a hug by your waste, “I thought you were just too anxious about the party to finish, you should have said something I would have listened to you Princess.”

“It’s fine, I was just too drained to say anything. I shouldn’t have made a big deal out of it.” Your head falls to rest on his chest, the warmth of his arms around you slowing your racing heart.

“You call this a big deal? Nah Princess next time you wanna say something to me you say it, I don’t care who I’m talking to I want to hear you.” His lips brush softly against your head, his large ringed hands rubbing up your back in a comforting gesture.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself, I didn’t want to ruin everything so I was just gonna calm down on my own.” Your voice cracks as you link your hands together against his back, allowing yourself to slightly cry at the thought.

“I don’t wanna find you crying in the bathroom because of me, I want you to have fun and when you’re not I want to know so I can fix it.” JJ’s voice is stern and confident as he moves you forward by your shoulders, forcing eye contact when he grips your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, “You are the most important person to me. I want to hear every single thing in that pretty head of yours, anything you worry about, anything you stress over, even if you think it will upset me. I would rather we’re upset together and working it out than distancing ourselves so one of us can have fun at the expense of the other.”

JJ’s gentle lips meet yours, your lips and cheeks still salty from tears, your hands shaking as they find their perch in JJ’s sandy hair. He steals your breath as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming your sides and across your back as you tug him away by his hair. He groans his protest, his eyes still closed as he inhales your scent with his forehead against yours, “I love you, you know that right?” He whispers as his eyes blink open to meet yours again, stepping back to see you completely, his eyes dancing across you as if you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

“I love you too, so much it hurts,” Your sad chuckle mingles with your words and JJ knows you’ll be okay, he’ll make sure of it. His head swims with your scent while it surrounds him, the look of adoration in your wet eyes as you smile up at him sends him reeling, his hands subconsciously tightening on your waste and his lip tugging between his teeth.

“I think we should get outta here,” his breathless, begging tone brings out a giggle as your head falls against him again, “You were so right earlier, we should stay in and watch a movie yeah?” The teasing tone of his voice sparks a fire in your abdomen as you nod your head, his hands already encircling yours and tugging you out of the bathroom towards the door.

The music is still entirely too loud as you search the room with your eyes, taking notice of the empty couches you had just been sitting at. A pang of regret hit you, imagining Kie being mad at you for….for what? JJ wanted to hear me, you remind yourself as you take a deep breath before speaking, “Where’s Kie? Did I upset her?”

“I have no idea. I followed you when I heard how upset you were, she’ll understand though she knows how I feel about you.” He states matter of factly, “Now, if we don’t get out of here soon we are not making it home before I just find somewhere nice and private to take you on my bike Princess.”

“What have I said that implies I wouldn’t enjoy that Jay?” You tease, letting your lips tickle the shell of his ear, giggling at the groan he releases from deep in his chest while his grip on your hand tightens.

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dazzlingjaeyun · 25 days ago

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heeseung always told you not to worry about her.

the way he said it, so casual, so dismissive, made you feel small every time. as if your feelings were insignificant, like your concerns were nothing but a byproduct of your own insecurity.

tonight was no different. he’d spent most of the party talking to her – the girl he always swore was "just a friend." you watched as they laughed together, heads close, his hand lingering on her arm just a second too long. your stomach twisted, but you bit your tongue. it wasn’t the first time, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

when you finally found the courage to ask him about it later, as the party died down and the two of you stood alone in a dimly lit corner, his response was as predictable as it was infuriating.

“you’re overthinking this again,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he was trying to soothe a child. “i told you, there’s nothing between us.”

you crossed your arms, the weight of everything unsaid pressing on your chest. “you’re always with her, heeseung. you never act like that with me.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking more exasperated than guilty. “we’re not even dating,” he shot back, eyes narrowing as if you were the unreasonable one. “i don’t know why you’re making this a big deal. you knew that from the start.”

the words cut deep, sharper than you expected. he was right, technically. you were never officially anything, never put a label on whatever this was. but that didn’t stop the jealousy from eating away at you, or the way your heart sank every time he chose her over you.

“so, what?” you asked, voice shaking despite your best efforts to sound strong. “i’m not allowed to feel anything? i’m not allowed to care when you spend all your time with her?”

heeseung stepped closer, his fingers wrapping around your wrist – not tight, but firm enough to make sure you wouldn’t walk away. “i’m not with her, okay? stop imagining things. you always do this, blowing everything out of proportion.”

you shook your head, yanking your wrist free, your chest heaving with the weight of his words. “but you are always with her, heeseung. i’m not imagining that.”

for a moment, something flickered in his eyes – guilt, maybe, or hesitation – but just as quickly, it was gone. he shrugged, and the indifference in his expression shattered whatever hope you’d been clinging to. “you don’t have to stay, you know,” he said, voice ever so soft – a sharp contrast to the cruelty of his words. “we never promised anything to each other. if you don’t like it, you can leave.”

the silence that followed was deafening. heeseung watched you, arms crossed like he was daring you to go, daring you to make a choice.

but it wasn’t that simple. it never was.

and you hated that, despite everything, you stayed.

other members under the cut!

- ', park jongseong ; 684 words ꒱ ↷

you had almost forgotten what it felt like to see jay’s name light up your phone. it had been weeks since he left you on read, a silence that gnawed at your insides until you convinced yourself that you were done waiting. but the moment you opened the message, your heart raced.

hey, you up?

you hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen before typing back.

sure

when he arrived, his casual demeanor filled the room, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “hey,” he said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “missed you.”

“missed me?” you echoed, trying to keep your tone light even as memories of his absence washed over you. “you didn’t even text...”

he stepped closer, his eyes softening as he watched you. “i know. i’m sorry for dropping off the map. life got crazy. but i’m here now. can we just forget about that?”

you felt your heart flutter at his words, yet a cautious part of you hesitated. it had been so long since you’d last spoken. still, you found yourself leaning into him as he drew closer, a familiar warmth radiating between you.

without thinking, jay closed the gap and cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “can i?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for permission.

you swallowed, uncertainty flashing through your mind. but before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, igniting a spark that sent warmth coursing through your body. the kiss was sweet and intoxicating, melting away your doubts as you lost yourself in him.

your hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you surrendered to the moment. the world around you seemed to fade as he deepened the kiss.

his hands roamed down your sides, fingertips brushing against your skin, igniting a rush of heat. you felt a thrill at first, but then an unease crept in when he attempted to lift your shirt. that familiar warmth faded, replaced by a gnawing thought.

you pulled back slightly, breathless and searching his eyes. “wait, jay…”

“what?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, still caught up in the moment.

“were you… while you were away, were you with someone else?” you blurted out, vulnerability creeping into your voice.

jay’s expression shifted instantly, irritation replacing the softness that had just been there. “seriously? you’re going to ruin this moment with your overthinking?”

“i’m just asking,” you protested, feeling the warmth of the moment evaporate. “you’ve been gone for weeks. what was i supposed to think?”

“you’re overreacting,” he shot back, frustration lacing his words. “i told you, life gets busy. i didn’t have time for you. but you know i like you. can’t that be enough?”

“so, i’m just supposed to accept that?” you replied, your heart sinking as the sweet connection you’d felt moments ago felt tainted now. “you show up after weeks of silence and expect everything to be fine?”

jay’s demeanor shifted even more, annoyance replacing the previous sweetness in his voice. “you know what? maybe you should just stop expecting so much. it’s not like we’re a thing. you can’t play the victim every time i need space.”

“am i just supposed to just wait for you to come back whenever it’s convenient?” you shot back, anger rising. “this isn’t fair, jay. i thought we had... something.”

“something?” he scoffed, stepping back, creating distance that felt more comfortable for him. “you act like i owe you something just because we’re fucking. i didn’t ask you to wait around for me.”

the air between you thickened with tension, and the warmth you once felt began to feel suffocating.

“maybe i don’t want this anymore,” you said quietly, hoping to pierce through the walls he’d built around himself.

“then why don’t you walk away?” he shot back, a cruel smile forming on his lips. “i’m not forcing you to stay and i’m not chasing you around either, but you’re still here. if you really wanted to be gone, you’d have done it already.”

- ', sim jaeyun ; 668 words ꒱ ↷

the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension as you stood in your dimly lit living room. you had been trying to move on, to enjoy yourself, but the moment you saw him leaning against your doorframe, eyes darker than the shadows around him, everything came flooding back.

“you didn’t call,” he said, voice low but laced with something sharp, an accusation that felt more like a challenge.

you shrugged, trying to appear unaffected, though his presence stirred something deep within. “didn’t think it mattered.”

“didn’t think it mattered?” he repeated, disbelief etched across his features. “it’s been weeks. you think just because we’re not dating means you can ghost me? that’s not how this works.”

he stepped closer, fingers brushing your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “of course it matters,” he muttered, his voice dripping with a possessiveness that made your heart race. “you’re mine.”

the words twisted in your chest, a fleeting warmth quickly replaced by cold reality. he never said more than that. mine – but never us. the possessiveness in his tone was suffocating, yet it wasn’t love. not the kind you craved, anyway.

“yours?” you echoed, bitterness creeping into your voice. “but i’m not enough to keep you.” the memory of him with other girls, laughing, flirting even, flooded your mind.

jake’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. he never did. his gaze flickered, a flash of something unrecognizable, but it was gone before you could grasp it.

“come on,” he said, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “don’t be dramatic. you know how this works. we have fun. it doesn’t have to mean anything more.”

“fun?” you shot back, anger sparking in your chest. “you find this fun? cause that’s not how i’d call it.”

he scoffed, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriating smirk that always made your heart race. “then maybe you should stop expecting something that was never on the table. you’re making this complicated, and you know i hate complications.”

you crossed your arms, feeling the weight of his words. “and you think it’s my fault for not reaching out? maybe i thought you’d actually care if i was gone.”

“well, maybe i wouldn’t have had to think about it if you’d just called,” he replied, frustration spilling into his tone. “you don’t get to just disappear and expect me to act like everything’s fine.”

the tension escalated, and you felt a sting of betrayal rise within you. “you don’t care about how this affects me at all, do you?” you almost whispered, pain creeping into your voice.

“not really,” he replied, his honesty cutting deeper than you expected. “you should know by now that this is just... whatever. it’s nothing serious. you’re not the only one i’m seeing, and you should stop acting like you own me.”

without another word, you turned away, knowing he wouldn’t follow. he never stayed when it counted. you were tired of pretending you didn’t want more, of pretending that his words didn’t cut deep every time you heard them.

“you think you can just walk away?” he called after you, his tone shifting slightly, a mix of irritation and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“you don’t get to decide that for me, jake,” you replied, voice steady, though your heart raced. “cause newsflash – you don’t own me either.”

“that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, stepping forward, his expression hardening. “i do own you. you might not want to admit it, but you’re not going anywhere. not when you know you’d miss this. and you do know it.”

the truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating in its finality. he was right about one thing: deep down, you knew you wouldn’t easily let go, no matter how hard you tried. and as you walked away, the familiar ache settled in your chest – knowing he would never give you what you truly wanted, but somehow, you would always find yourself drawn back into his orbit.

- ', park sunghoon ; 629 words ꒱ ↷

sunghoon never wanted to be with you – not officially, at least. he made that painfully clear from the start. "no labels, no commitments," he had said, and you’d agreed, thinking you could handle it. but as time went on, the lines between what you were and what you weren’t started to blur.

you’d barely finished laughing at something your friend said when sunghoon appeared, eyes dark with barely restrained anger. he had been watching you all night, but it wasn’t until he saw you standing too close to another guy that he snapped. now, he was pulling you into the corner of the room, his grip on your wrist unrelenting.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, voice low and sharp.

you blinked at him, incredulous. “talking. what does it look like?”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “it looks like you were flirting.”

you laughed bitterly, yanking your arm free from his hold. “flirting? i was just talking to a friend, sunghoon. why do you even care? we’re not together, remember?”

that was always your go-to defense, the one truth that should have shielded you from this exact situation. but sunghoon didn’t back down. he never did.

“don’t act stupid,” he snapped, stepping closer until you were practically pressed against the wall. “i don’t need to put a label on this to make it clear. you’re mine. i don’t want other guys near you.”

your heart raced, frustration and confusion swirling inside you. “yours? you don’t even want to be with me. you’ve said that a hundred times. no relationship, no commitment. so why does it matter?”

his face hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he stared at you, unblinking. “just because i don’t want to be tied down doesn’t mean i’m okay with you hanging around other guys.”

you shook your head, disbelief flooding through you. “do you even hear yourself? you can’t have it both ways, sunghoon. you don’t get to act possessive when you’ve made it clear this is nothing to you.”

he sighed, eyes still cold. “i never said this was nothing. i just don’t want all the... drama that comes with it. but you,” he stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “you don’t get to act like you’re free to do whatever you want. not when it comes to other guys.”

the hypocrisy of it all made your blood boil. “so, what? you can see whoever you want, keep me at arm’s length, but i’m not allowed to talk to another guy?”

sunghoon’s gaze darkened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “i’m not seeing anyone else,” he said, his voice tight. “but that’s not the point. the point is, i don’t want you with anyone else. it’s that simple.”

the 'simplicity' of it, the stark unfairness, made you want to scream. “and what do i get out of this?” you asked, voice shaking with pent-up emotion. “i’m not yours, sunghoon. you’ve said it yourself, over and over again. you don’t want anything real, and yet you expect me to just wait around while you keep doing this?”

his eyes flickered, something unreadable passing through them, but he stayed silent. he couldn’t answer that. he wouldn’t.

“exactly,” you muttered, shaking your head. “you want control without commitment. you don’t want to be with me, but you can’t stand the thought of someone else wanting me.”

his silence was deafening, the unspoken truth hanging heavy between you. he didn’t deny it. he never would. you were caught in his web, and he knew it. you could feel the weight of his possessiveness, like invisible chains tightening around you every time he pulled you back, refusing to let you go, but never offering anything more.

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schizoidcel · 1 year ago

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# JAX & GANGLE (SEPERATELY) x THEIR S/O IN THE REAL WORLD THAT ACCIDENTLY ENDED UP IN THE CIRCUS ☆

Ehmm so this is the req I accidently posted while I was like BARELY finished (awkward).

Anywho we don't care abt allat. Here it is 🙊 Srry for the wait anonsie !!

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🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: Not proofread, and like. 0.1% angst on both of them

♪ JAX ..

Jax is one of the members that notices something is off

Your body language, the way you speak etc. is something that makes him think "Did I meet this person before entering this digital world or am I tweaking??"

He's curious on why he feels like this, so he hangs around you more

This includes you getting pranked more than the others, getting dragged with him to anywhere, and all that shit.

He usually sits next to you at the feast table aswell

But no matter what he does, he can't seem to figure out why you feel so familiar to him (And why your antics make him feel weird inside in a positive way but he pretends this isn't happening)

So the conclusion he just came up with was you being an old co worker, old friend, or anything like that in the real world

Once you two were walking around, trying to find some sort of item for the current in house adventure

Jax told you in that moment about how he felt like he met you before entering the digital circus, and if you ever knew someone who acted like him to confirm his theory

To his luck, you did!

What he didn't expect though was you saying he kind of acted like your S/O.

You kind of regretted saying that after in fear of things getting awkward between you two but Jax looked like he didn't give a single fuck

Infact, he looked like he was questioning everything right now while also not looking like he was questioning everything right now

Did this mean he had a S/O?? That is you???

Hes abit conflicted with that statement ofcourse, and thinks about it

It would make sense; The reason to why you make him feel weird would be answered too

Though even then I feel like he wouldn't be sure how to go on about this.

Give him some time, I'd say

♪ GANGLE ..

Gangle also notices something weird, like she met you once before

But she thinks it's just her overthinking

Though, she did find it abit odd aswell because both of you got along immediatly

Like something clicked between you two.

You also defended Gangle alot, which was kind of suprising to her

You were interested in what she was interested, and even if you werent, you didn't go out of your way to look at her weirdly or make fun of it

So ofcourse she'll get attached.

But she still tells herself she's probably overthinking about the whole "I met you before entering the digital circus" thing

It would make sense, but it seemed impossible for her

She basically thinks that someone like you (Boss and shit) wouldn't hangout with her (Girlfail and shit) if it was actually both of you in the real world, even though you two regularly hang out in the digital one (Ik she is one of those people that think like that I just KNOW)

I feel like Gangle is also one of the few people that forgot almost everything about the outside world, this includes ofcourse having a S/O

And therefore, like the others, she'll also get upset when you tell her while you two were having a drawing sesh that you got here while helping the police investigate your S/O's missing person case

Gangle planned on confessing to you before you told her this

She didn't feel nervous around you, so she felt like that even if you rejected her, you could still be friends

Ofcourse, now she won't confess anymore, since she knows you already have a partner, and she dosen't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, shape or form (Oh girl)

Let's hope that if you both get out, Gangle gets her faded memories back and you see that your partner was literally in the digital world with you the entire time

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

This took longer than I wanted it to. I think imma quickly finish up some asks and then take a quick break lol

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jiggy-manda · 8 months ago

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gf!casey novak headcanons [2]

part 1

sfw

she was the one to make the first move

she was so nervous to ask you out but a good pep talk from olivia and slight bullying session from alex finally pushed her to go through with it

overthinks a lot about her relationship with you because she thinks you deserve better

you always remind her she’s perfect for you but she’s just nervous sometimes 💔

she loves watching movies with you after a long or particularly stressful shift. she doesn’t enjoy the movies as much as she does clinging to you throughout them, though.

she always makes you choose the movie!! sometimes you can finally make her give in and choose one for once, but she’s just so determined to please you that she’ll end up picking one she knows you’ll enjoy

loves taking you out to fancy dinners

but also recognizes that it’s not completely your scene

she pays attention to you during these situations to see if you need to leave or take a break from the event <3

she lets you play your music in the car, even if it’s not the type she usually listens to or enjoys

she LOOOOVES showing you off!! she’s a bit protective at first ofc and kind of wanted to keep you her little secret but eventually she just couldn’t hide her obsession w you anymore

lots of non sexual intimacy like when you shower together and she cleans you <3

gets SUPER nervous any time something even seems slightly off with you because she needs to make sure you’re 100% okay all the time

defends you to the ends of the earth even if you’re wrong (she’ll let you know later and scold you when nobody else is around)

nsfw

tends to have a really high sex drive after closing a satisfying case

her sex drive plummets after a particularly hard or draining case tho

BUT sometimes after those hard and draining cases she’ll let you eat her out to calm her down and give her some relief <3

if you ever attend a court proceeding where she’s the prosecutor, she’ll make sure to show off during her close-ups

she loves ruffling your feathers when she knows you can’t do anything about it; when you’re at a restaurant, when you’re at the store, when you’re at the table next to her entire team…

everything she does is purposeful. even if it seems like she stuttered a bit during her “performance” or made a mistake, it’s always something she does to make you go insane or get more desperate— or just to make you impatient

MESSYYYYYYY when she eats you out. she loves basically destroying you with her tongue and getting as many orgasms out of you as possible. the sounds she makes when she’s eating you out >>>>>

she’s obsessed w the sounds your pussy makes when she’s eating you out; it’s part of why she’s so messy with it

she’ll take you out to nice events with super expensive outfits just so she can rip it off you later. she has the salary of an ADA; she can just buy you a new one :>

buys you expensive lingerie just to ruin it

again, she can just buy more

loves dressing you up in different pieces <3 you’re like her little sexy barbie doll

her hands are fucking insane we all know that… and she uses it to her advantage!!!! that little shit….

wears outfits that highlight her cleavage when you go out on expensive dates

teases you during the dates <3 especially when she leans forward to talk to you

loves taking care of you!!! sexually or just emotionally!!

always comes up with new things to try; she loves experimenting!! especially with you as her little test subject 🫣

could spend a whole day in bed with you, genuinely. the amount of times she’s almost ignored her work calls just to continue pleasing you is borderline truant.

loves being a service top <3 she doesn’t even need you to reciprocate because satisfying you gets her off

SOOO SWEET LIKE YEAH SHE CAN BE A HARD DOM SOMETIMES BUT DEEP DOWN SHE’S JUST A SOFT TEDDY BEAR WHO WANTS TO PLEASE YOU <333

AAAAAAH CASEY NOVAK JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

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h4kufilmz · 8 months ago

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⌨ . . . ꧇ ՚՚ 𝟕;𝐌𝐈𝐇 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐒

𓂃 PAIRING(S): park jongseong x tall!(m)reader

𓂃 GENRE(S): fluff, (very) suggestive, lowercase intended.

𓂃 WARNING(S): alcohol consumption, profanity, extremely suggestive, making out.

⋆ ࣪ you never expected to find yourself in this type of setting. neither did you expect to find one of the popular guys on campus straddling you, in a cramp, secluded closet, ready to take your first kiss.

it was hot, your heart thundered loudly in your ears as a storm of new sensations came hailing down at you. you didn't know how to react or how to even move, your body was stiff as a stick and all you could ever focus on was the feeling of his lips, they were soft and full, they pressed against your own unmoving pair.

you could feel a small smirk start to shape his lips, pulling away he held your face in his hands, your skin red from the neck up. “relax,” he whispered, his soft voice cutting through the relentless beating of your heart. your wide eyes met his, a glint of mischief and amusement within those dark pools, his thumb caressed your cheek gently, you could feel yourself slightly leaning into the touch, it calmed your anxiety. your heartbeat grows steadily, yet the warm sensation on your face never leaves.

you still couldn't process everything properly, you hadn't anticipated the twist and turns the night of one not so thought out decision could bring you. one second you were with your friends, the next you began loosening up and dancing along and not long after a game of seven minutes in heaven commenced, and now you were here, in a secluded room with one of the most popular people on campus—park jongseong, or jay as everyone calls him.

and he was undoubtedly, to your standard at least—for someone whose lips were still just a mere virgin moment's ago—good. he of course had more experience, that was a no-brainer, this must've been so basic to him.

your attention drifts back to jay as you felt him shift on your lap, his thumb then brush against your bottom lip, your blush deepens.

“just take it slow,” he whispered, reaching for your hands and placing them on his hips, “no one's watching us.” good grief why did he have to be so nice about it? it would've been easier to calm down if he was indifferent or even hell an asshole. but no, he was patient, he cared, and he understood your predicament, letting you go at your pace even while your time together was limited.

unable to voice a response, you responded with a meak nod. exhaling deeply your tongue swiped across your lips nervously. jay smiled at you as he cupped your cheek, mouthing a quiet coo at your innocence before his head tilted to the side and leaned in.

you squeezed his hips, unable to contain the surprise when he caught your lips once more. willing yourself to pull through, you finally reciprocated, your eyes tightly shut trying not too hard to overthink your lack of experience or technique, letting jay the lead.

his hand slid off your face, roaming down to your neck deepening the kiss.

he didn't go too fast nor was he too slow, you couldn't fathom how he could just find the right pace just like that but it felt great, intimate, and it made you want more. you almost wanted to be mad at yourself that you didn't do this sooner. but you were also glad, glad that it was jay and not someone else, you feared that others won't be so kind.

despite the tremble in your hands, you pulled him closer, you heard jay chuckle softly, his hands slowly move down to your chest as he wanted to check how hard your heart was beating, making you shift back onto the chair.

and all of a sudden you both were falling.

your bodies hit the floor and your heart drops upon processing how badly you fucked up.

you sat up quickly, scrambling to piece your words together. “a-are you okay? holy fuck i’m so sorry—”

“pftt—” you heard him stifle, his hand covered his mouth yet it futile, like raging dam his laughter bursted out loudly.

he wasn't mad? you blinked, your head lowering slightly, unable resist the cherry blossoms that dusted your cheeks.

jay's laughter slowly ceases, propping himself up on his Infront of you, a finger hooks beneath your chin making you look up. “you're seriously so cute, y'know that?” he coo’s, stealing peck from your lips.

“i’m not..—” he stole yet another one, making your eyes grow wide, “you can't just do that—!” you tried to toughen up yet he doesn't listen, your own attempts to stop him crumbling at the next kiss, and onto another. he didn't seem to want to stop and neither did you.

lying on your back, jay quickly straddles your waist, taking the initiative to pull him down your lips barely met when a series of knocks came from the door.

“uh - guys your past seven minutes, get dressed and get outta there!” jake spoke through the door. you both shared a look before laughing, feeling slightly flustered at the prospect that everyone else thought you two were doing a little more than making out.

a small pout forms on your lips, a pit of disappointment started to form in your stomach. you didn't want to go, but you respected the rules enough, as you began to sit up yet jay pushed you back down, a hand on your chest. “just a second,” he held his hand out and you stare at him in mild confusion.

“phone,” he says and it clicks quickly.

“password?” he pushed you back down, his his hand pressing down firmly on your chest.

“uhm 08600”

“your birthday?”

your eyes furrow, “nah it's my dogs.”

jay spared you a look of surprise, “is he still alive?”

“yeah..she is…”

“no fucking way.”

you laugh softly, “don't say that! you’ll jinx it.” you roll your eyes playfully, hearing him laugh in return he hands you back your phone.

“let's talk more.” he smiled down at you.

you nod, your lips curving a smile of your own. “yeah i’ll like—call you or whatever.” you respond awkwardly, pleasing jay enough for him to leave you one last kiss before getting up.

you watched him leave, eventually standing up yourself, tugging down at the hem of your shirt. you weren't too sure what this was, and you couldn't exactly fully trust it yet you knew you were soaring higher than you intended.

let's just hope when you fall, he's there to catch you.

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christinarowie332 · 1 year ago

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stupid kids in love

part three to “stupid horny fucks”

warnings : angst , SMUT !!!! , kinda fluff . sub chris if u squint . cock warming . m! receiving , f!riding . SMUTTTTTTTT

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“what?” i cut him off , it feels like a punch to the gut . a thousand different things race my mind , the loudest drowning the rest out . what the fuck does that mean .

“look i don’t fucking know what to say . it was a stupid thing to do i know but you don’t understand, i have literally been fucking fighting myself with the knowledge that i am literally obsessed with you . i’m talking like … i can’t actually imagine myself with someone that isn’t you , and i know u shouldn’t have a one time fuck with a friend or someone your in love with but i fucking did , and i’m sorry that i made it awkward and i’m sorry you don’t feel the same and i’m sorry i didn’t tell u before and i’m sorry that i don’t fucking regret it .” chris finishes his incessant ramble and i’m stood frozen . literally everything he has just said was insane . like it feels like a dream . maybe a nightmare.

“chris”

“and i’m sorry that it happened the way it did , i feel like fucking shit knowing that was your first time and it was bad , i wish i could go back and stop myself . i’m so fucking sorry” he cuts me off , basically pleading with me . i wouldn’t be suprised if he got down on his knees and started praying. with all of his apologies ,all i can think about is holding him , he has absolutely nothing to be sorry for , i feel the exact same as he does. so why the fuck am i still frozen. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL FROZEN .

“chris i love you”

“please just hear me out- wait what” he cuts himself off and meets my eyes . his eyebrows soften before they furrow in confusion. i step forward , taking his face in my hands , searching each of his eyes , watching the tears that were flowing over his cheeks stop . i didn’t notice until now ive been doing the same , they pool on my chin , dripping down my collarbones and soothing the same place he had kissed me a week ago .

“chris i have loved you for years . don’t u dare apologize for anything, i was insecure and overthinking. i don’t regret the sex if you don’t , it was fucking perfect. please don’t run away now .” i say quietly, i silently pray he understands. that he believes me .

“u were the one who ran away” he says , refusing to meet my eyes , it was as if he thought that if he looked up , i would disappear. i grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me , his usual confidence gone in my grip . “and i will spend forever trying to make it up to you chris .” i reply , my lip shaking under my teeth as i try and hold back a sob , he needs me as much as i need him . he’s wanted me as long as i’ve wanted him . i have nothing to worry about .

we stay in silence for a while , before i tug him forward into me . his arms latching around me tighter then ever . i’m not going anywhere, i want to say . but the pressure of his body against mine finally silences the voice in my head , i completely melt in his grip . the scent of his cologne and just him flood my senses as my face rubs against the soft material of his sweatshirt .

he tilts my head to look at him , the blue of his eyes almost gone as the darkness of my hallway makes him seem like a shadow . almost unreal to look at . but he is real . i know this because his lips touch mine in a way they never have before , slowly melting into his touch as his tongue softly caresses mine , his hands move from my back . slowly trailing to my face as he pulls me closer , deepening the kiss impossibly closer . i kiss him back with the same amount of passion. no . love . that’s the only word for how his lips move against mine . how his hand moves to my neck, his thumb brushing against my pulsing veins . he could have his hands wrapped around my neck and i would trust him . i would let him squeeze the last breath of air in my lungs just to have this be my last memory.

i walk him to the wall , my lips never leaving his , his back hits it and as soon as it does he flips us around , pinning my back against the cold object . his body is basically attached to mine as he presses his pelvis to me, slowly rolling his hips against mine as i match the movement. our pace quickens , the soft kiss turns into a hungry one , soft groans as we explore each others body like the first time , his hand reaches towards my thigh and trails towards my knee, lifting my leg as i wrap it around his waist . my hand that was once on his face makes it to his chest as i push him towards my living room , never once breaking contact with his lips .

the moment i feel him hault and hit the edge of the couch , i push him down . immediately straddling his lap and pushing his hair back through my fingers , feeling the soft strands gently slide over my skin . i re-attach our lips , he pulls away but i chase his lips still looking for contact . “y/n this isn’t-“ i kiss him again , cutting him off but he moves back and swerves my attempt to carry on .”y/n listen to me “ i look from his lips up to him, “i need you to know that this isn’t the only think i want . it’s not just for the sex , i want you . i need you. it’s always been you . i should have said that before but i was just-“

“stop apologizing.” i say putting my hands on his chest to i can see him properly, “chris , we were stupid horny fucks , it was both of us , i don’t fucking regret it so just kiss me!” within a second of my words leaving my throat, his lips were on mine again . his hands travel to my ass , lifting me as i grind against him , my hands grab my t-shirt , lifting it over my head . his eyes fly to my chest , before dunking his head into the skin and sucking dark marks into it making my head throw back and my hand to grab his messy hair . after a few seconds i tug on the brunette strands , making his lips detach from my throat and look at me with the most attractive expression i’ve ever seen . his lips were plump and pink, along with his nose and cheeks, his eyes droopy and black as his pupils dilate . his lips were slightly parted so i took the chance to slide my thumb against his bottom lip , pulling it down and watching him squirm underneath my core , feeling his very hard dick against my clothes .

“for someone who doesn’t care about the sex , your little friend sure does …” i whisper while moving my hand to his face , tracing his cheek bone with my thumb gently . moving my hips against the hard object prodding at my pelvis . he whines slightly at the movement, making my lips turn into a smirk , producing a breathy laugh from him . “are you okay with this?” i ask playing with the hem of his shirt , asking to take it off , he nods and starts to help me . i smack his hand , resulting in a very confused look from him , i ignore him and pull it over his head , throwing it to the ground and getting off his lap to kneel in front of the couch. “and …are you okay with this ?” i ask looking up at him through my eyelashes , putting two fingers under the band of his sweatpants , running it across the ragged elastic material . he nods quickly and i take my hand away . “chris , words please baby” i say sitting on my heels and waiting for him to answer me .

“yes, fuck please” he says , letting out the air he was holding in anticipation. i smile at him and place my fingers under the band again , pulling them down . he raises his hips letting the sweatpants free for me too move down his legs , letting them pool around his feet . my hand ghosts over his cock , slowly moving up and down the material of his boxers , feeling him twitch . ”please” he breathes out . “please what?” i reply , loving the power this gave me . i could practically feel the pool between my legs , it should be teasing him but all it’s doing is making me wetter . he doesn’t need to know that though .

“touch . please just touch me y/n” he says , attempting to pull his boxers down. i take the fabric from his hands and pulling it down the rest of the way . his dick springs up and almost hits me in the face , making us both laugh, but he quickly gets serious when i grab his dick with my hand and spit down on the tip . his head throws back , shakey breaths and whines from his throat as i kiss his tip , tongue rolling around the sensitive skin . i take half of him in my mouth, letting my hand work the rest . slowly sliding my head up and down his dick , my lips rolling over his veins as he takes my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushes he down further . my nails drag into his skin as i try not to gag as his tip hits the back of my throat , leaving red marks down his thigh , lewd sounds coming from both of us as i moan around his cock.

he pulls me up by my hair arruptly , my chest sliding against his dick as i come up , making him shutter and whimper. “what?” i ask , thinking i did something wrong or that he was in pain, “i was literally about to cum down your throat?” he says breathlessly, tilting his head slightly and furrowing his eyebrows .

“and u think i didn’t want that?” i ask as confused as him . he just relaxes and smirks, looking down at my lips and kissing me slowly . i pull away , pushing my sweatpants and my underwear down together , wanting more then anything to feel him inside of me , i straddle him again , letting my folds slide against his dick . he grabs his dick and slides the tip up and down . “jesus y/n” he says , referring to the fact i am basically fucking dripping at this point , i just roll my eyes and change the subject, “you ready?” i say , he smiles . “shouldn’t i be the one saying that?” i just tilt my head at his words , raising my eyebrows. “yes y/n” he continues .

as soon as the words leave his mouth i sink down on him , too fast . i can literally feel myself burn , he notices and kisses my lips again , brushing the hair from my face with one hand , wrapping the other around my waist to lift me up . “you okay” he speaks with concern , i humm in reply and slowly start to lift myself on him . slowly the pain turns to pleasure. feeling him deep inside of me . rolling my hips to get a deeper feeling , i drop my head to the crook of his neck leaving open mouthed kisses on the skin , breathing heavy and letting soft moans fall from my lips as he starts to thrust upwards . his hands are on my waist , before moving to my ass , helping me lift myself on his dick , he grips it hard enough to leave bruises , but the feeling in my stomach overshadows that pain as i feel the knot slowly start to gain more tension.

“chris , mmh, fuck” i breathe out before putting my hands on his chest and pushing myself up to look at him .”chris- FUCK … chris i’m close.” he lets out a strained moan , before nodding frantically and bringing his hand down to my clit , running fast circles on the bundle of nerves . my nails dig into his chest as i half-ball my fists and run them down his chest . he bites his lip harshly , attempting to muffle his own noises, but ultimately the sounds that leave his throat are breathy groans as his dick twitches inside of me .

the room that encapsulates us are filled will loud grunts and high pitched moans as we both completely undone around each other . i clench around him after i feel his warmth shoot inside of me , painting my insides white as i come almost straight after him . a string of curses leave our mouths before i collapse on his chest. listening to his quickened heart beat in my ears , feeling his hands rub up and down my breath as we both come down from our highs .

after a while i go to get up but he stops me . “is anyone home tonight?” he asks me , running his fingers through my sweat drowned hair .

“no why?” i ask , relaxing into his touch . “let’s just sleep like this” he says grabbing a blanket and covering us both on the sofa . i nod and lie back down on his chest , resting my head on his shoulder , breathing in his scent on his neck . he grabs he around my shoulders and wraps his legs around me , swinging us to the side so we can lie down on the sofa properly. his dick slides out slightly so i take the opportunity to wrap my legs around him and push myself closer to him . he lets out a small whimper at the sensitivity and i giggle , apologize and kiss his neck as i get comfortable against his body again .

“hope you know we’re defo not gonna be friends after this” he says , making me look up to him .”ur my girl now , you know that?” he says smiling and placing a small kiss to my forehead .

“yeah i’d fucking think so”

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gwojo · 11 months ago

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Yuji Itadori as ur bf

FEATURING: Yuji Itadori (虎杖悠仁)

yuji itadori x gn!reader, fluff, thing's he'd do if u were together! wordcount: 806

We all know yuji itadori is a very upbeat guy, very energetic, outgoing and friendly at most. So that's how you both ended up knowing each other. (basically him befriending everyone possible without shame)

You liked him first but you didn't admit it and didn't realize it, his kindness and frequent comedic moments with his friends and you were things that you always thought of at night so that counts as a plus one in your heart.

His heart eventually grew whenever you smile at him whenever he sees you as he waves his hand out so casually but after seeing a smile like that, your smile was different than others.

Yuji is very passionate with things he does, he's a fair guy really but whenever he sees something he knows is wrong, he'll immediately get angered quickly and stand up for anyone no matter what even if he gets in trouble.

The thing is with yuji, he's a composed person (but he can get angered quickly depending on a situation) but whenever it comes to the feeling of "love" he's really clueless not unlike his gojo sensei.

He asked gojo for love advice once so he took his advice and did it to you the next day, let's just say you were staring at him literally with no expression whatsoever and also slightly cringing. (it was literally bad flirting and old man puns)

Yuji never took advice from gojo ever again, but instead went over to megumi which megumi helped him with (megumi just said that he should be honest with you and plan a date so he could confess)

He eventually ended up confessing aaanddd you guys are together now. (he was super awkward but he ended up getting used to with all your reassuring messages)

He was SUPER excited when he could finally hold your hand on purpose, so the first day that you guys were officially together after that night, lets just say he never ended up letting go of your hand

He has multiple jackets, not because he was lazy but because he was indecisive with what to wear and when he heard you asking for a jacket (HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU MOST OF HIS JACKET COLLECTION.)

He's so golden retriever energy, he would always ask you to go out with him whenever he had the chance to so you guys could go to the arcade, picnics, just anything fun that he thought you'd be interested with too.

Whenever you feel down, you never hesitated on informing yuji because he's the most understanding person that you've ever met so communication between you both weren't a big of a problem.

He'd stay home with you and not bother you with his teasing and just give you love and sweet kisses and just play video games/watch movies with you all day

He's a naïve guy (when it comes to love) with every experience he goes through with you but he adapts quickly and learns more about you, with the things you love to do and say.

He's willing to sacrifice himself just for you, for everyone because that's the kind of guy he is.

He's just such a baby boy and he smells like baby powder (LMAO) and his touch is just very soft, softer than your bed in the morning whenever its time for school. HES SO LOYAL TOO AND CARING TOWARDS YOU:((

He's just another part of your heart, a place in your heart and if he went missing, a big hole would also be gone.

He'd call you "baby or love" or just silly nicknames that you guys would call each other with.

He also gets confused with what you're feeling sometimes and he's super shy whenever he wants to ask you but at the end of the day he pushes himself towards you and tells you what he feels and asks you if you're feeling anything regarding about that situation

HE PANICS/OVERTHINKS SO MUCH WITH EVERYTHING (not like in a bad way.) At most times he'd be overthinking about the things you'd like whenever its your birthday or monthly/yearly anniversaries with each other and he'd always feel so bad whenever you watch him eat almost everything and he immediately buys you another one even if you say countless of times that it's okay

He doesn't get jealous easily but when he does (probably just like 2 times in his relationship with u) he gets very worried that he's not enough and he needs a lot of care, but he trusts you so it won't take long for him to go back all smiley!

Overall, he's pretty much just a golden retriever dog who's sooooo in love with you, loves spending time with you and would do anything to protect you. He'll entertain you everyday with new experiences and kisses.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading.

— © gwojo 2023. pls i advise u not to share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

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johnslittlespoon · 7 months ago

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thinking unholy thoughts of gale making john come untouched with only his fingers in the biker au… maybe john didn’t even know it was possible so when gale keeps going he gets confused and is like “i’m good im ready” but gale keeps going 😅

au post | ohhh man okay. yeah feeling super extremely sane and normal about this, never been better! thanks! ~2k words of nsfw filth below the cut sighhhh

okay, prefaced with a little more world building in my last post since we're really diving into this au now LOL. ofc things might change when i actually write it, but this is how i'm feeling things will go rn!

re: 'maybe john didn't even know it was possible'– like i said in the drabble before this, he's fooled around a little with curt, but nothing more than getting a bit handsy. he's had a girlfriend for around a year, so they were probably serious enough to get up to things too, but straight sex is very different from gay sex obviously.

the internet exists, and during the time john is pining(thirsting) over gale, he probably does his fair share of googling 'blond man with tattoos fucks brunet man', but really he's kinda intimidated by a lot of stuff, so he doesn't delve too deep into that world. when he and gale start seeing each other and john realizes they're gonna move past making out eventually (because gale is almost such a gentleman sometimes that john wants to bash his head in in his impatience), he probably psychs himself out a bit and gets into his own head and is like fuck.

gale's had years to gain experience and what if he's not good enough or does something stupid or or or, on and on. obviously these worries are completely unfounded because gale adores him and would never pressure him and doesn't expect them to just jump right into things; half of the reason he probably drags things out is because he wants to be absolutely certain things are on john's terms, and that john's not just being horny and impulsive.

john probably ends up trying to do some research so he can yk. pick up some tips, because he's got all the enthusiasm he needs when he thinks about getting to drop to his knees for gale, but he has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't realize everyone learns as they go because he's dumb (/fond) and overthinks everything. (whatever he ends up learning doesn't matter anyway, because all coherent thought leaves his head when they do start doing stuff together and gale is so encouraging and easygoing that he feels ridiculous for ever worrying.)

all that is to say that yeah, he's got like no firsthand experience when it comes to anything past the basics or anything he hasn't been doing by himself. everything is fresh and exciting and as much as he loves just hanging around gale, he's also always needy and horny (gets told he's "insatiable" quite a few times by gale) so they get up to a lot of shit and it's unfair how good gale is in bed and how he knows exactly which buttons to press to get john worked up.

at the time this incident happens, gale's already fingered john a few times, but it's always just as a build up/foreplay, usually followed or joined with gale's other hand or lips around john's cock. they haven't had sex yet, and it feels really nice when gale does this, but john always just kinda sees it as foreplay and it doesn't last for long.

so when gale's got john laid in his bed one sunny afternoon and they're making out and john starts getting whiny and squirmy from the stimulation of his fingers in him, and gale doesn't switch things up like he usually does, john's heart leaps because in his mind, surely gale's getting him ready for something else.

but he's frustrated because it feels like gale's purposefully avoiding hitting right where he needs him to, pants out gale's name against his lips, grasping the back of gale's shirt. starts rocking his hips down against his fingers, seeking it out, and gale rumbles out a "needy thing" before pressing a kiss to his cheek and crawling down the length of his body, settling himself between john's legs.

john props himself up on his elbows to watch, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy, digging his fingers into the blanket instead. he lets out a little whine at the slow drag of gale's fingers, and that finally makes him cave, crooking his fingers just right, and john's lips part at the way the sudden surge of pleasure zings up his spine.

lets his elbows slide out from underneath himself, dropping back down into the pillow, satisfied he's finally getting what he's been waiting for since gale worked him open ten minutes ago. he waits for stimulation on his cock to join the fingers in him as usual, assuming that's why gale moved to lay there, but gale just keeps up the slow in and out and consistent brushes against his prostate and its embarrassing how much he's leaking all over his own stomach.

but then he has the thought that maybe gale's actually properly prepping him and his cock twitches and his breath catches and he props himself up again to find gale already watching him. he waits expectantly, too shy to ask, and gale doesn't offer him any confirmation, just pressing gentle kisses to his thighs and smiling when john's hips start to roll down against his fingers again.

john thinks that maybe gale's waiting for him to say he's ready, since he does often make him ask for what he wants, so even as his cheeks go hot, he gets out a breathy "gale, i'm– that's good, 'm ready."

but gale only chuckles quietly, nipping at his thigh to feel it twitch away, watching john in a way that makes him feel somehow even more exposed than he already is, and now he's even more confused and he feels like he's melting into the bed and gale's putting a little more pressure into each crook of his fingers and the sounds he's making are so whiny and high pitched that he wants to cover his own ears out of embarrassment.

"does it feel good, doll?" gale purrs, dragging john's eyes back to him, and he nods, twisting his hands in the blankets harder. it does feel good, enough so that heat is pooling in his stomach in a way that's both familiar and foreign, the sensation all different with no friction against his dick.

gale's working his hand a little faster and john's face burns at the realization that he's being finger–fucked like a girl and he drops back into the pillows, arms going too weak to hold himself up. his thighs are starting to tremble and gale murmurs that he's "making such a mess on yourself, baby, look at you" and john immediately reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but gale catches his wrist with his free hand, slowing his movements down, much to john's dismay.

"no hands today, john," he says gently, letting go of his wrist. "i want you to keep them at your side for me, can you do that?"

and john lets out a near hysterical noise but he obliges, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket again, head spinning at being given an instruction, biting down on the inside of his cheek when gale speeds his fingers up again with a "good job, baby."

the heat builds and builds as gale's fingers hit right where they need to each time, and it feels like he's just hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long, unable to tip over that edge, eyes blurring over from how overwhelming the drawn out sweet–hot pleasure is. he's mindlessly rocking his hips down and panting out little "ah ah ah"s with each thrust of gale's fingers and he's so close to lifting his hand from his side when a sob of frustration slips out.

but gale presses his lips to his thigh again, sucking at the sensitive skin there, pulls back to murmur a stream of "c'mon sweet thing, come on my fingers, show me how good you feel, you can do it" and john chokes out a cry as he clenches around his fingers and comes so hard he nearly blacks out, back arching and hips stuttering up like he can get friction that way.

gale's hand chases his jerking movements, continuing to fuck him on his fingers as john paints his own stomach, cock pulsing, feeling like he's just going to keep coming and coming, mewling desperately and shaking like a leaf and seeing stars behind his closed eyelids.

he closes his thighs against gale's sides when it starts to be too much, hands shaking when reaches down to tiredly push at him, hips stuttering away from the stimulation, hiccupping as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel hot tears soaking into the hair at his temples, lips parted in surprise, shuddering when gale lets his movements slow down until his fingers go still.

john whines when he pulls them out, despite his efforts to squirm away from them moments before, and gale presses a kiss to his hip before he crawls back up his body, cupping john's face with the hand not covered in lube, and john's eyes flutter open, bleary when they focus in on the expression of awe on gale's face.

"fuck, john," gale sounds almost as breathless as him. "you're crying, baby. was that okay?" john nods shakily, tilting his chin up for a kiss, and gale leans down without missing a beat, kissing him so deep it feels like he wants to devour him. mumbles "you have no idea what you do to me" against john's lips, brushing his fingers over the tear streaks on either side of his face, peppering his red cheeks with light kisses before pulling back again.

"felt good?" he murmurs, and john chokes out a laugh at the understatement, draping his wrist over his forehead. "really good," he breathes out, flushing when he opens his mouth again, "didn't know that was, um. a thing." and gale half laughs, half groans at the admission, rolling his hips down, and john sucks in a sharp breath at the drag of his pants, cock twitching even after all that.

gale doesn't mind; he's more than happy to watch his pretty boy fall apart on his fingers, mouth, cock, as many times as john lets him.

#leaving bikeriders au #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon writes #a boioioing sound effect played when i read this ask #i kept going oh my god oh my GOD under my breath #felt like a fly rubbing my hands together maniacally #this is just filth but are we surprised. probably not #NOT PROOFREAD YET ALRIGHT i need a Snack #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon spicy

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elliewilliamsismommy · 2 years ago

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Jealous!Ellie where she’s trying to deny her crush on the reader but they start getting “friendly” with some guy.

Like Ellie starts seeing them doing things her & the reader did. Or the reader having a framed picture of him beside a framed picture of Ellie.

With a happy ending please

“what do you have a thing for me or something?”

a/n: okay so this has basically no plot and this is the first fic that i’ve actually tried on so i really hope you like it :) we’ve basically just got some jealous ellie sprinkled in so i hope this is what you were kind of asking for lol

word count: 2.5k (hehe)

warnings: smut MINORS DNI, top!ellie (mostly) x bottom!fem reader (mostly), strap on usage (fem receiving), oral sex, fingering, jealousy, squirting, some degrading, lots of praise (i’m a whore for that shit), idk it’s really filthy sooooo you get the gist. AFTERCARE TOO!

ellie’s favorite thing was your sleepovers. whether you were up all night talking and watching movies or fell asleep at eight after a long day, it was what she loved most. and the best part of it all was when she would wake up in the morning before you. the only time where she could admire you without you catching her stare. the sun shining onto your face through the curtains, your lips parted, it was so peaceful. but you were friends, nothing more. at least that’s what ellie told herself.

it was also the only time when she could touch you how she secretly wanted to. in a domestic way, almost. small gestures such as a leg against yours in bed, tucking your hair behind your ear while you slept, and the best back massages you would ever receive. she told herself that all friends do these things, it’s normal. but deep down, she hoped that you had the same feelings for her that she did for you. a burning desire to talk to you whenever you waltzed into a room, longing for you while you were out on patrols. it was almost pathetic how she felt about you. but she would never act on it.

“good morning, els” you croaked.

“how’d you sleep?” she replied.

“pretty good. what time is it?”

“it’s around 7.”

“shit!” you jumped out of bed and threw on your clothes from yesterday. “im late for patrol with elliot. will i see you later? you should come by my place and we can watch a movie or something.”

before ellie got a chance to respond, you were out the door.

“fuck…” she muttered.

you stomped up your wooden patio footsteps, creaking with every move. recounting everything that happened on your patrol, overthinking what you could’ve done differently. you were covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, and all you wanted was to watch a movie with ellie. you removed your old, leather boots and headed to your bathroom to get in the shower. once you were squeaky clean, you got into your pajamas and laid in bed when there was a knock on your door.

“it’s ellie” the person stated.

“thank god you’re here. come in,” she opens the door and hops on your bed next to you. “i’ve been looking forward to this all day. what are we watching?” you sighed.

“how was patrol?” ellie questioned, taking your leg into her hands and rubbing circles in the sore flesh and muscle. she had magical hands. you always told her that she was a masseuse in another life. she made her way down your leg and to your feet, not breaking eye contact with you. your eyes rolled back in your head and you sighed.

“patrol was- ugh… that is orgasmic. i love you so much right now, ellie” she blushed.

“love you too, y/n” she smiled, saying the words more sincerely than not.

“patrol was good. no close calls or anything. elliot’s a solid partner. he’s actually really strong which surprised me based on how scrawny he is. saved me a few times if i’m being honest. he suggested some movies if you are interested?” you answered.

“i’m glad. surprised you guys even got anything done based on the fact that he’s obviously got a thing for you.” your eyes snapped open at the statement.

“what are you talking about? he does not!” you replied defensively. ellie took your hand and focused on your eyes in a sarcastic, sympathetic way.

“he totally does. whenever you are doing anything around here, he’s always giving you the eyes. it’s disgusting, really.” she said as she held her chest, faking being sick.

“sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“i am not jealous.” ellie whispered defensively.

“aw! you’re getting all red and flustered. what do you have a thing for me or something?” you teased.

“what would be so bad about that?” she mumbled.

“are you for real? el… what are you doing?”

smiling at the nickname, she moved her hand from yours to your cheek, admiring your eyes, your mouth, your face. her eyes shifted back and forth from your eyes to your lips, signaling what she wanted.

“can i please kiss you?” she begged. without hesitation, you nodded. she moved her other hand to the back of your neck and closed the space between you. softly, sweetly, savoring your taste. you never thought that maybe you had other feelings for ellie - she was your best friend after all. but it all clicked in the matter of a kiss. you grew needier, and you both sat up on your bed. her hands ran through your hair and you kissed until you couldn’t breathe. ellie broke the kiss for air, but you quickly leaned back in for more. you couldn’t get enough of her, and she knew it. you climbed into her lap, grinding yourself into her.

“y/n” she groaned into your mouth as you pulled away. “are you sure you want this?” she asked as she placed her forehead to yours.

“yes, ellie. i want you. please.” you pleaded.

she smiled as she kissed you again. this time not so gently. she pulled at your hair and ran her hands up and down your body. her scent was intoxicating and her chest heaving up and down brought you back to reality. being with her was euphoric. all you wanted was more. she slid her hands down your torso and began to nip at your neck. she grabbed at your shirt and pulled it up off your body, along with your bra.

“oh my god. you are so beautiful.” ellie explained, lustful grin filling her face. she grabbed at your chest and began to kiss down your body.

“not so fast. you turn to take some clothes off. i wanna see you too.” you urged as you grabbed the hem of her t shirt, demanding her to take it off. with your assistance, her shirt dropped to the floor, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“you have no idea what you do to me.”

the room became filled with sweat, heavy breathing, and soft moans. both of you began to buck your hips against the other. ellie started to become needy, begging to give you the pleasure you deserve. she headed down to your sweet spot, leaving open mouthed kisses down your body. she rubbed over your clothed slit, giving you some relief.

“please, ellie.” you heaved.

she removed your shorts and teased you a bit more, running her hands up and down your thighs. you began rubbing your legs together begging for some friction, growing more and more impatient by the second. she forced your thighs open though, not allowing you to provide yourself any consolation. finally, she removed your lacy underwear and you gasped as the cool air met your sensitive skin. she spread you apart and smiled, staring at you like she had been waiting for this for forever.

“damn, y/n. you are soaked and i’ve barely even touched you. what a dirty little slut. just begging to get fucked.”

a shiver ran through your body, eager to hear more dirty words come out of her mouth. she ran her first finger up and down your aching hole, focusing her other hand on your clit as she began to rub soft circles. your moans filled the cold night air. finally, she sunk two fingers into your cunt, enjoying the squelch from your juices. with her first thrust, you were already squirming. she used her other arm to steady your hips, preventing you from moving.

“stay still, baby. you look so pretty like this.”

she reinserts herself with two fingers and places her mouth on your little bud, sucking hard.

“o-oh my f-f-uck! ellie!” you screamed.

“yeah, you like that sweet girl?”

you nodded ferverishly. she continued licking up and down your dripping pussy, picking up the pace in her fingers. you began to feel a coil form in your stomach. ellie could feel you getting tighter, clenching around her fingers. realizing that you needed just a little bit more, she removed her fingers and mouth from you and pushed her tongue into your cunt, focusing her thumb on your clit.

“ellie! oh my god. i’m g-gonna cum! please don’t fucking stop!”

she shook her head and moaned into your pussy as you reached your high, not stopping or letting up in the slightest.

“e-el, i’m s-so sensitive. please!” you squealed as your legs began to shake. eventually, she slowed down and rubbed your clit gently, allowing you to calm down.

“holy shit, el. i think i might actually love you.” you laughed breathlessly, her deep chuckle following. she removed her numb hands from you and licked them clean, shaking them to try and gain some feeling back.

“you gettin tired, els?” you asked with a fake shyness on your voice.

“definitely not. you wanna go again?”

“is that even a question?” you hopped off of your bed, legs still shaking, and opened your closet door, grabbing a box out of the top.

“is that what i think it is?” she asked nervously.

“yep. it’s a strap. i want you to fuck me, ellie.”

her body went numb along with her hands. she had dreamt about this moment, praying that she could show you how it felt to be properly fucked.

“you sure it’s me you want fucking you? what about that dickhead elliot? i’m sure you’ve thought about having him inside of you, fucking you from behind. how do i know you won’t be thinking of him?”

you quickly became flustered. ellie would never have suspected that you had actually been thinking about her fucking you breathless for months.

“elliot means nothing to me. i’m gay. like, really gay. especially now. actually, i’ve thought about you like that before. fucking me from behind like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. like you live for it. so, please. please fuck me, els.”

you opened the box and revealed the long, purple silicone. you helped her slip on the harness and tighten to straps so that she was as comfortable as possible. as soon as she was situated, she felt a rush come over her body. an overwhelming need to be in charge. suddenly, she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her with your innocent, doe-like eyes.

“don’t look at me like that. get on your knees” she spat at you harshly. you did as told, lowering yourself to face her groin. you took her into your mouth, licking up and down the shaft, giving enough friction so that she could feel it rubbing against her clit.

“fuck…” she groaned, beginning to thrust herself into your cavern. slowly at first, gradually picking up her pace. spit dripped down your face, tears flowing from your eyes. you began to gag on the cock as she forced it deeper down your throat with each push in and out. her hands gripped your hair, pulling and tugging, trying to balance herself. her breaths became more and more erratic, and the sight of you on your knees in front of her with your sole purpose of bringing her pleasure led her to her climax. her chest heaved up and down, releasing a loud, whiny moan as she came. she sat down on the bed, gesturing for you to follow her. silence filled the room as she calmed down from her high.

“are you okay?” she asked with care, breaking the silence. she wiped the drool and tears off of your face, letting her hands linger there for a second.

“yes, ellie. i’m fine. great even. just relax, babe” you explained as you took her shaky, sweaty hand into yours, connecting your foreheads once again. her breath slowed as you comforted her, stroking her hair and rubbing your thumb along her jawline. you pressed a soothing kiss to her pink lips, savoring her taste.

“you’re so beautiful.”

she leaned back in, connecting your lips softly once again. the way that she just went from fucking your throat to kissing you reassuringly practically gave you whiplash. or maybe that was just her. but you both felt at peace. you smiled into her mouth and she pulled away.

“what are you smiling about?”

“i’m just happy. that’s all” you giggled. she ran her hands down to your thighs, squeezing gently.

“im happy too. can i show you how happy you make me?” she asked nervously.

instead of answering, you pushed her back against the wooden headboard of the bed and straddled her lap, looking down at the sheath of silicone, which was still covered in your saliva, attached to her hips. with a lustful grin, you took it into your hands and guided it to your hole. slowly, you brought yourself down on it, allowing it to fill you up completely. your breath hitched when she thrusted upwards, her thighs meeting your ass.

“oh my god, ellie” you whined as you began to ride her dick. getting faster with every thrust, she pulled you in for a kiss, her lips traveling down your neck and leaving little marks everywhere they went. she drew soothing circles onto your back and grabbed your tit with the other hand, giving you even more pleasure. sweat dripped down your body, mixing with hers. you grabbed onto the headboard for balance and soon felt a familiar sensation building in your core.

“fuck e-ellie i’m gonna cum-“ you screamed as you felt her in your stomach, prodding at your g-spot with every movement up and down. she stared at you for a moment with her jaw hung, admiring the masterpiece in front of her. she wanted nothing more than to bring you the pleasure the you deserve, so she began to thrust against you from below, holding you against her to get a deeper angle. she took her other arm and rubbed your little clit, making you even more sensitive. soon enough, your body began to tremble. your toes curled as you came to your release, moaning out a pornographic sound. your vision blurred and your entire body tensed up as you soaked her torso and the bed in your fluid.

“holy shit” ellie exclaimed with concern.

you fell onto her chest, heaving on top of her as she comforted you on your way down from your high. she left small kisses on your shoulder and ran her hands through your hair, removing the sweat from your forehead. once you came back to reality, you left a sweet kiss on her lips and rolled off of her lap and onto the other side of the bed. she followed, cuddling up to you from behind.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” she whispered into your ear and you nodded and mumbled an “okay.”

when she returned, she had a bottle of water, a hair tie, and a damp washcloth. she gestured for you to sit up, and she kneeled at the edge of the bed, handing you the water and tying your hair up messily. generously, she rubbed your legs clean with the rag. you took it out of her hand and began to wipe down her stomach, which was also covered in you.

“i’m sorry, els.”

“please, please, please don’t be sorry. you are gorgeous. don’t ever apologize for that. next time we will just have to put a towel down under us, okay?” she laughed.

“i love you, ellie.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #tlou x reader #ellie tlou #the last of us #tlou #wlw post

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toastermoth · 11 months ago

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hellloooo~ could you possibly do a Teru Minamoto x male reader who gets rlly nervous when around anyone he doesn’t know well- but he only actually knows teru so he’s basically nervous all the time and teru is his comfort person-? I hope this isn’t too vague 🥲🥲🥲

Teru Minamoto x M!Reader

It's not to vague dwdw! Sorry if this isn't what you had in mind but I had fun writing this!

Saying you were a nervous person was an understatement. Yes you were able to make it through school and in public spaces on the outside but in the inside you were usually nervous. Even with friends by your side it was like the nervousness and overthinking never stopped. So when Teru Minamoto, literally the most popular and most liked guy in the school, was chosen to be your partner to sit by in class for the rest of the year, nervousness wasn't even a synonym for what you were feeling. Once you told your friends they were.. supportive in their own way. "Lucky!! You get to sit next to the Minamoto!!" *well get isn't really close to forced* So for the first month you maintained your distance and stayed quiet, talking when only you needed to and Teru (feeling a sense of rejection from his class partner) decided it is now his goal to get you to talk to him. It started off with saying hi whenever you came in the classroom with a smile beaming from ear to ear to sitting by you before class starts and just talking about the most randomest shit from homework to what his brother is doing. And eventually for the first time, you felt not forced to give an answer and even though he'd wait patiently for an answer he didn't seem to make you give one. It started from nodding to show you were listening to a few worded sentences to eventually you responding back in an engaged convo. He noticed even the smallest things about you from the way you write your letters to the way you have with words that makes him swoon. He also quickly notices how nervous you become with most things, how sometimes you bounce your leg to tangling your fingers when his friends are loud and boisterous talking to him.

"Hey, sorry if my friends are loud, but if you ever get too nervous don't feel bad to hold my hand alright?"

That's all you needed to fall for him even more. Truth be told, you were content with your sexuality and your friends knew. That's one thing you weren't worried about until Teru came around and then your brain went *You think he's your friend? Now how about CRUSH?* When you held his hand for the first time when the teacher was yelling at everybody to be quiet you noticed a small hue of pinkish red on his face and a genuine small creeping onto his face. He looked down at your hands and intertwines them and somehow you felt calmer and your breathing went back to normal rather than small fast breaths. Eventually he writes in your palm, which wasn't unusual but he wanted to make sure you were looking. Once he knew you were looking at your guys' hands he drew out "I <3 Y O U." He got worried that he overstepped his boundaries when your legs started bouncing up and down but quickly you opened his hand and drew "I <3 Y O U 2"

From that point on you and him were almost always seen together, not because you were always nervous and needed him around (though you wanted to say that-) but because HE wanted to be around you and make sure that you weren't nervous. From school, to him walking you home, to even going to public places with him whenever you were nervous. No matter what even in different classes than the ones you shared, he always texts you periodically and will drop everything to comfort you. Since the teachers love him, they wouldn't ever question it if he needed to go somewhere since he always got his work done.

His ways of comforting you can include, writing on your hands, holding your hands, letting you drum your fingers on his leg, laying on him, and hugging you when your nervousness gets exceptionally bad.

He loves you, and he needs you just as much as you need him.

#tbhk x male reader #tbhk x reader #teru minamoto #tbhk teru #tbhk teru x reader #tbhk teru minamoto #tbhk teru minamoto x reader #teru x male reader #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto x male reader #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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r3starttt · 10 months ago

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RIGHT TIME

Spider man! Dina

Before she can reply anything back you’re already sneaking out of your house for probably the third time this week. Black converse hitting the dirt, a baggy hoodie that was actually Dina’s and didn’t really cover you from the slight cold breeze, and some money that you’ve been saving from lunch all crumpled in the back of your jeans, just in case.

She’d insisted on going to your place but you didn’t want your parents to notice so you’d agreed on seeing each other at a small park near your house.

Everything’s quiet, there’s just the constant sounds of the city in movement. The sky slowly fading into a complete dark blue color tone and the moon getting shiner along with the small stars that looked like tiny dots in the sky.

The squeak of the swings and your feet scraping the ground stop when you see her in the distance. She waves once she noticed you too.

“I have the feeling that you’re always on your way here before you even ask” she chuckles, walking towards the swing next to you “What if I am?” you laugh back, shifting your eyes towards her and immediately looking at her with pure confusion.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Dina was biting her bottom lip, her smile was slightly curved almost as a smirk, she had something to bother you about “I can’t stop thinking about the spider man thing, you’re ridiculous” you immediate burst into laughter, hitting her shoulder gently “Dina just forget it I was clearly joking”

“Oh really? Because your confession seemed pretty serious” you just roll your eyes “I really wonder how long have you been thinking about him, because you never just tell me_” “Dina, stop it. I’m not gonna give you details if that what you want”

“Oh so there’s details? I though it was just a random thought that occurred to you today” she raised her eyebrows. You knew she wasn’t gonna stop any soon, if she ever forget about it.

You groaned back, covering your face with your hands for some seconds “why do you care so much?” “You really wanna know?” she laughs at the small slap that you gave yourself as you let go of your face, hitting your legs in pure annoyment

“You’re not gonna believe me anyway” you don’t say anything back, but your eyes are basically speaking for you so there’s no need really “remember how you said that I was probably on my way before?” you nod, confused on what she tried to say

She extends her arm, aiming to a small can of coke next to a trash can; suddenly shooting her webs and brings the Can to her hand. Your eyes open wide in pure amused, mouth partly open and heart racing so much your heartbeat could almost be heard.

“I’m spider man” the way she says it so casually makes you laugh nervously as your eyes are still locked on her wrists, trying to make any of this make sense.

“How the fuck am I not suppose to believe in that when I just saw webs coming from your arm”

“From my hand-well, my wrist”

“And you’re fucking casual about it?”

She just shrugged.

And now realization was hitting you. So many thoughts on your mind at once.

“I thought it was the right time to tell you since you practically told me how he made you-“

your hands covered her mouth, completely ashamed “stop” her hands move on top of yours, gently taking them away from her face and pulling them closer, placing them on top of her knees.

“At least I know you won’t hate me” a small chuckle escapes from her mouth. She looked so normal about this whole situations but in fact she’d been overthinking about this since she first came, wondering what your reaction would be; so the look on your face, all the mix of emotions you were feeling, it made her feel good, less stressed.

“I would never it’s just” you sighed “I just told you how I think he’s hot” both of you laughed awkwardly “Well it’s not like you’ve never tell me that I’m hot so…” “Ugh just shut up”

You try to move your hands away from her, and she lets you; shooting her webs at the swing to pull it closer to her and cupping your face with her hands, pressing her lips on yours in a small sweet kiss. Just enough for what you both needed.

#( 𓍼𓈀A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ⨟ 𓍯 dina )#dina tlou2 #dina tlou #dina the last of us #dina nolastname #dina woodward tlou #dina woodward #dina woodward x reader #dina x reader #dina smut #dina x masc!reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x fem reader #lesbian

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underhousearrestblog · 2 years ago

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Promised and Kept | A.T.

(summary) per your sister’s wish, you come back to King’s Landing for you nephew’s coronation, only to realize your once innocent and clueless nephew has completely changed

(warnings) Targaryen incest, reader is Alicen’t sister but around the same age as Aegon due to her being born once Alicent had just gotten married to Viserys (so a few years older than Aegon)

(warnings) explicit descriptions of dead bodies and blood

(warnings) nothing too explicit but there are some slight indications of sexual nature

(pairings) Aegon Targaryen x reader

(reminder) Y/N – your name

(genre) fluff, lukewarm smut

(word count) 5k

(also) usage of she/ her pronouns and the lady Hightower title

(also) as always in my imagines, this particular Aegon is not a r*pist or an abuser (or an alcoholic, for that matter)

HAPPY READING!

I would love to see you at my dear son Aegon’s coronation. It’s taking place in two days’ time and I’m sending an escort. Your presence would be highly appreciated, dear sister.

Lovingly, your sister Alicent

You closed and opened the paper again and again. However, there was no point in overthinking her words, as you had already accepted and left for King’s Landing. News of Rhaenyra and Aegon fighting over their right for the throne reached your side of the world rarely. You knew just the basics.

What you knew for sure though, was that your nephew’s coronation was most definitely your sister’s idea. Aegon you knew didn’t want to rule. He had expressed it tons whenever you spent time together, almost always relieved his older sister would be the one to rule. So if anything had changed, it wasn’t definitely wasn’t due to your nephew’s wishes or actions.

Everything seemed dead, once you entered the court. There was no greeting party but that was to be expected. You suspected that your sister would still hold a grudge because you had left her alone and lonely as soon as the position of a mapmaker had opened overseas. A small part of you suspected Aegon’s hand in this too – he too was to be expected to hold a grudge over you leaving. Out of all the children Alicent had, you had been closest with her first-born, you being closest to age and all... Whenever you tried to write to him, you only ever received letters from your sister, apologizing for her son and suggesting that you don’t waste your time writing him anything.

The greeting party could’ve been excused but there was also nobody else in sight. You threw a questioning look at your escort, and he nodded towards the entrance.

- I’m to escort lady Hightower to the main hall, - he indicated that you should go first. – The king has requested an audience.

You almost laughed at the formalities. The king, meaning, your nephew? That was probably Alicent. You suspected your sister would probably play cards through her son’s hands. That might’ve been for the better.

Halls inside were dead and quiet as well. No soul in sight. Not even a servant. Had there been an accident? A recent death? A battle or something? No blood anywhere, no decapitated bodies or wails of pain though.

- When was the coronation? – you questioned, rolling open your sister’s letter to check over once again. – Wasn’t it supposed to be today?

Your companion nodded, looking straight up.

- It happened this morning, - he continued to lead down the hall.

You stepped up closer to the young man and grabbed his upper arm, stopping him in his tracks.

- Then why was I even invited? – against your better judgement, you were offended. – It’s clear that I’m not welcomed here...

The young knight didn’t even honor you with a look or nod. With his other arm, the free one, he pushed against the heavy wooden door, and it opened up with a loud creak.

- Quite the opposite, sister, - you would’ve recognized that voice in your sleep. – The coronation was planned in a rush. You are always welcomed here.

Your sister stepped before you – older, more mature but still familiar and welcoming. She smiled, and you, even tired and spent after the long trip, couldn’t help not doing the same. Once she saw you smile, both of you moved almost on muscle memory, making the last few steps and hugging each other.

She sighed into your hair, and you closed your eyes, finally feeling peace after such a long time. You hadn’t seen – or felt – anything similar to family in such a long time. This was a nice change of pace, even if it wouldn’t last for long.

Feeling the small hairs on your neck stand up, you looked over your sister’s shoulder, searching for the source of your unease.

There he was. Your Aegon. Or, more precisely, a small fragment of your Aegon. Hair seemed shorter but otherwise about the same. He was, as always, dressed in green. No doubt, his mother’s work.

But that was no nephew of yours. His eyes – ice cold and cruel – and posture – no longer carefree, now stiff and straight. Yeah, he was a king alright. There was nothing left of the boy you once knew.

His eyes didn’t leave yours, as they sometimes did whenever you, both young adults, looked at each other for too long. He would almost always be the one to cave, become frustrated and flustered. Now his intense gaze bore right through you, through your clothes, straight into your bones.

Alicent stepped back to take a careful look on you. She was talking about how you’ve grown into the finest woman she had ever seen or something along those lines, unaware of her son standing up from his throne and making his way to both of you. You, on the other hand, felt frozen into the ground, unable to move or even blink, for that matter. You felt like a prey, being cornered by a familiar predator.

- And these materials, - Alicent gushed over your cloak. – One of the finer ones, I hear. I’m glad you’re doing well. Money-wise, I mean.

You were sure it was no secret to anyone here how you were able to afford to live in luxury. After all, a mapmaker, no matter how good, wouldn’t pay that well.

- Now, now, mother, - Aegon looked smug, standing closely behind his mother’s shoulder. – I hear hunting criminals pays well, - his eyes didn’t stray, and even though they seemed friendly, his tone was abrupt and cold. – How’s that husband of yours, by the way?

You involuntarily flinched. You had married about four months ago. Had even invited your sister, who didn’t even bother to answer. Only your other nephew, Aemond, had given any answer by sending a wedding present in form of a green-themed necklace. Signing it with his and Helaena’s names only.

That was a clear enough message.

You cleared your throat, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. Being such a sceptic of marriage in general and very much against your sister’s marriage, you felt as if you had betrayed yourself to a degree. Lifting your gaze up, you were met with sympathy from Alicent and smug arrogance from Aegon.

Never be ashamed of things you had to do to survive, Alicent’s words found their way through, and you lifted you chin up.

- He’s doing very well, thank you, - you challenged him to say something bad about your decisions. – We don’t see each other much during the weekdays. He’s mostly away at sea. But he writes to me sometimes and-

- I have a present for you, - Aegon turned his back on you, not letting you finish.

Apparently, hearing that you actually didn’t hate your husband was disappointing to him. Or boring.

He lifted his arm towards two men, carrying a rather large chest.

- Manners, Aegon, - your sister turned towards her son. – I wanted to hear more about my brother-in-law.

That was clearly not true but you appreciated her standing up for you.

He waved his mother off and turned his attention back to you, grinning. Something in your stomach churned.

- I acquired this about a day ago, - he smiled, indicating towards the chest at his feet. – I thought it would be the perfect gift for the return of my dear aunt.

You looked to Alicent for help but she seemed just as bewildered. Aegon opened the giant clasp in front of the wooden chest, lifted up the lid and in one swift movement kicked the box over, spilling its contents on the floor at your feet.

Spilling, as in...

You felt something warm soak through the bottoms of your footwear, just as you felt bile rise from your stomach.

The next thing you heard was Alicent’s gasp of horror, as you leaned over and emptied your stomach. The acidic taste in your mouth made your eyes water. Or maybe that was just an excuse because you didn’t want to admit you were crying.

Crying over...

The dead body of...

- Is that...? – you asked in a raspy voice, unable to pull your eyes from the decapitated form on the floor.

‘Form’ was a stretch. The head was separated from the rest. There was a leg right by your foot. Everything was covered in blood. In the blood of-

- Your dear husband, of course, - Aegon proclaimed, grinning. – We wouldn’t want him to miss a family reunion.

Everything seemed simultaneously blurring, spinning and speeding up. Your hand shook, still in your sister’s grasp. Instead of looking at the dead man at your feet, she had focused on a spot over your shoulder. Only the fluttering pulse in her neck gave away her horror.

Nobody dared to say anything. Nobody dared to breathe. The few people that were in the throne room – mostly knights, Alicent, all her children and grandchildren – were silent.

You looked through the window at the sea, trying and failing to gulp down your tears. You felt Aegon’s intense eyes on your cheek but refused to give him the satisfaction of your attention.

It was long overdue to admit that you didn’t love your husband. You didn’t even like him. You certainly didn’t respect him. You tolerated him.

Your marriage had never been a happy one. He earned well, he had connections and didn’t want children – three things you wanted, needed and couldn’t give him anyway. Marriage for a woman of your birth – a disgraced Hand’s bastard child – was the only way to ever achieve anything. As long as it looked okay on paper – and in people’s eyes – it would do.

Your husband, though a good provider, was a nasty drunk and wasn’t above raising his voice – or hand – if he ever felt the need or urge to do so. In any other case, in any other life, you would be ecstatic to see his corpse – god knows you’ve dreamt of finishing the job yourself.

But in this case, in this life, this – his very dead, very bloody corpse – was bad.

Very bad.

Everything that made your life, you comfort and your opportunities, was tied to your husband. And all of those – your life, comfort and opportunities – now, just like your husband, were pulled apart on the floor.

- YOU SPOILED, LITTLE BRAT! – your voice boomed through the hall as you lunged for your nephew.

Your hands went around his throat, as you tried to cut off his air supply. Somewhere behind you your sister was screaming at you to let the king go. Some servants screamed out.

Aegon, however, looked only a bit of out breath. He had grown quite a lot, and your hold on his neck only made him a bit breathless. As you pushed him back against one of the pillars, he laughed at your efforts. Now, a head and a half longer than you, Aegon had the strength and height advantage. His laughter only made your blood boil more and you doubled down.

Somewhere right behind your back, heavy steps closed in.

The kingsguard, you thought, expecting, at the very least, to be thrown down on the floor for harming – or trying to harm – their king.

Aegon’s eyes shifted to where the sound came from, and they turned cold instantly.

- You touch her, and I’ll gut you myself, - he spoke to one of his guards, then his eyes shifted back to your face. – Let her tire herself out on me...

Even Alicent didn’t try to intervene, her voice repeating pleas to let her son go.

Seeing that this attempt was futile, you tried a different approach. You took your right hand away from his neck and punched him right below the left eye.

That took Aegon by surprise. Only for a small second though because then his lips stretched into the most genuine smile you had ever gotten from him.

- Damn, - he sounded actually impressed. – This is fun!

You took a step back, your energy and anger leaving your body, leaving you empty. Everything was useless. This was useless. If Aegon wanted to make your life hell, he would. There was no doubt about that. As the king, he had the capacity to completely destroy anyone’s life.

- What did he ever do to you? – you hated the tremble in your voice. – WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU?

Aegon’s eyes were completely black, he was trying – and succeeding – to drown you in them.

He stepped close enough so that only you were able to hear his words:

- He took something he had no right to take, - his fingertip brushed over your lower lip. – He had to pay for that.

He motioned two of his guards towards him. As they approached, he lazily strode over to your husband’s dead body, knelt beside the mess and searched for something. Once he found it – you tried not to gag, as he lifted up your husband’s ripped-off right arm – he looked it over. Then he pulled something off one of your husband’s fingers. Once he had cleaned the blood off the tiny thing, you recognized a wedding ring. The same wedding ring you had slid on your – now dead – husband’s finger at the church.

Aegon smiled, as he lifted the ring higher up and carefully examined it.

- He won’t be needing this anymore, - he said more to himself than to you, then looked at you, his gaze sliding down to where the bottom of your green – why did you think it was a good idea to wear green? – dress was covered in blood, - take lady Y/N Hightower to her room.

You took a step back as the two knights took one forward.

You needed to leave. Right now.

Was your carriage still outside?

- You can go with my guards, peacefully and with your fragile pride intact, or I can carry you, - his eyes gleamed, as they slid over your trembling figure. – Which one do you think I’d enjoy more?

You swallowed hard and kept your chin up. He quietly laughed at your need to always come out prideful.

The last thing you saw before turning away to leave, was Aegon sliding your now dead husband’s ring on his own finger.

***

You were left to your own company for most of the day. Servants came and went, leaving you food you didn’t tried, bringing you dresses you didn’t touch and preparing baths you refused to take. You spend most of that time, exploring your colorful, little prison, trying to find a way out. The only way out though – the huge, open windows – would result in your certain death if you were to try.

Around dinner time – you had lost the ability to tell correct time but, given that you arrived early in the morning, it had to be an early evening now – the door opened again. You expected another line of servants bringing you shit you didn’t want but instead were greeted by the king himself. He closed the door, and for a long moment both of you just stared at each other. Then he quickly took in the unused bath and untouched food and clothing. When he looked back at you, he looked slightly irritated.

- Do you think starving yourself will help?

You shrugged apathetically.

He sighed as if he was the one dealing with an immature child. He took three large steps to end up in front of where you were sitting in a large, soft armchair. Aegon put both his hands on the armrests and leaned in closer. You leaned your head against the headboard to get away.

- You will eat everything that they brought you, then you’ll take a bath and put on any dress that you favor.

You snorted and turned your head away in an attempt to dismiss him. His fingers grasped your chin and roughly yanked you back.

- If you don’t, I’ll bathe you myself, pick the most revealing piece of clothing I can find in this castle and will make you sit on my lap, while I feed you by hand in front of our entire family.

- I get it, Aegon, you’re pissed I left, - you struggled in his grasp. – But killing my husband, someone who had done nothing to you, is taking it too far.

- He’s not your husband anymore. His filthy, undeserving body has been buried in the dirt where it belongs, - he sneered. – By all means, you’re a widow now, dear aunt.

In the dirt where it belongs.

Something sounded so familiar in those words.

- And you’re wrong, - Aegon leaned in closer, closing his eyes, as his lips touched your cheek. – I’m not pissed you left. I would’ve given you the freedom to explore your wishes and interests. I’m pissed you broke your promise.

I’m giving you the freedom to explore your wishes and interests.

You blinked. What was he-

- You promised you’d be by my side if I was ever forced to be king, - he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. – You promised you’d only ever marry me. You promised your hand to me.

Criston Cole is dead, killed for disrespecting the heir and is buried in the dirt where he belongs, was written in one of the first letters.

I’m giving you the freedom to explore your wishes and interests, was written in the very first letter.

If it makes you happy, you are free to tell Aegon I’ll never break our promise. There is only one person I’d ever give my hand to and that’s him, you had written back.

In one of your letters.

To Alicent.

Your eyes widened.

Aegon towered over you, watching you piece things together.

- It was never-

- No, dear aunt, in all these three years, you have never, not once, written to anyone else other than me, - he explained. – Letters from my mother were written by me. Gifts sent in my brother’s and sister’s names were from me. The art supplies for your maps with your father’s name on them, all me.

An unspoken question laid in your eyes.

- And, yes, even the letter inviting you here was from me.

He gave you a warm and welcoming smile.

- From now on, everything you eat will be mine, every piece of clothing you wear will be bought by me, every book you’ll read will be acquiered by me. And everything you are will be mine as well.

Your eyes slid over his frame, stopping at his right hand. Your dead husband’s wedding band was proudly slid on Aegon’s ring finger. He followed your eyes down with his own.

- Once you’re done eating, I’ll send the servants in once more for your bath. You’re gonna take it like the obedient good little girl I know you can be, - he assured. – Then you’re gonna put on a dress and come down with no tantrums.

You wanted to laugh into your nephew’s face. It was such a short time ago when he would be the one throwing tantrums and acting like a spoilt brat.

He kneeled down before you and slid his palms carefully up your thighs, resting them on your hips for a second before sliding them back down.

This put both of you around the same height – you sat on a chair and Aegon crouched down on the floor. Still, he had few inches on you. You carefully, to not anger him, took his wrists into your hands and moved them to rest on the armrests. His palms had burned a tingling path on your upper legs.

Once you moved to release his wrists, he quickly flipped the script and engulfed your own with his fingers. Not hurting. Just holding.

- I think you’re smart enough to understand that I would never hurt you, - he whispered, words sweet but tone cold. – That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t hurt people you care about.

The unspoken threat was left in the air. There were only few people you cared about, and all of them were here – in King’s Landing, in this very castle. Your sister, his mother, and your father, Aegon’s grandsire.

He had made it clear that he would spill more blood – his own blood – to get what he wanted.

- We have so much to make up for.

Emotionless and apathetically you obeyed him. You ate, and even though food was one of the most delicious you’d ever tasted, you could only stomach few bites, gagging every time your husband’s decapitated body flashed before your eyes. You send the ladies away, bathed alone and then picked the first dress you saw.

All, of course, green.

Once you entered the hall, every person in it turned to face you. Everything was so formal. You tried to search for your sister or Aemond or perhaps Helaena but they seemed nowhere to be found. Aegon was standing at the furthest end of the crowd. Alongside with your father.

You felt a sudden rush of relief and even allowed yourself to smile. You had a difficult relationship with your father but he never let you down whenever you told him of a problem of yours. If anyone could make Aegon release you, it was him.

You rushed towards your father but the closer you got, the more your stomach dropped.

This was all wrong.

Aegon’s genuine smile.

Your father’s downcast eyes.

Alicent being nowhere to be found.

You abruptly stopped, seeing a small, delicate knife in your father’s hands.

Was Aegon planning on killing you too?

Oh shit.

Worse.

This wasn’t an execution.

This was a wedding ceremony.

Doors behind you closed with a loud bang. You looked around frantically, searching for someone – anyone – familiar to aid you but all you found were strangers.

You jumped, feeling Aegon’s fingers wrap around your wrist. He looked even taller now with his crown and all... You tried to pull away your hand but Aegon quickly grabbed the back of your neck with his other one. He leaned close enough for only you to hear and calmly explained:

- It’s done, sweetheart, - the calm he felt wasn’t contagious. – You will become my wife. Today. Right now.

You shook your head, eyes brimming with tears.

- Shhh, - he lovingly kissed your forehead and gathered you in his arms in what probably looked like a love-filled hug between a wife and a husband. – It’s all gonna work out, wife. I’ll make sure of it.

Your father cleared his throat in an obvious manner to interrupt.

Aegon rolled his eyes.

- We should probably start, - your father stammered out.

Your father had always said how much he later on regretted arranging Alicent’s marriage and how he would never ever force you, his youngest, to marry against her will. He was the only one who supported your marriage because you chose your own spouse.

What had Aegon promised him? Or worse – what had Aegon threatened to do? Your father didn’t dare to look you in the eye.

The ceremony was quiet and short. Aegon carelessly cut open his palm but took his time with yours, trying to make as small of a cut as possible. His large palm engulfed your own, blood – mostly his – dripping down from your intervened hands on the floor. Once it was done and your father had announced both of you married, Aegon’s bloody hands slid in your hair, pulling you closer for a kiss.

It was demanding and rough. Aegon put three long years of anger, longing, sadness and betrayal into that kiss, not caring that the high lords and ladies were witnessing everything. Once he had gotten his fill and his hands slid out of your hair, one of the council members threw out:

- Now about the bedding ceremony. Your wife has been previously married so she’s obviously not pure, though you could still perform the ceremony out of tradition and-

- Leave, - Aegon had taken a silk cloth and gently cleaned off blood from your neck where his hands had left it. – I want no part in it.

The council member looked over his shoulder for help from other guests. Nervously turning back, he tried to negotiate.

- But the tradition states-

- Get the fuck out of my sight before I coat my wedding sheets in your filthy blood, - Aegon spat out, addressing the council member. – I needed you here as witnesses, not as the annoying cunts that you all are.

The guests were frozen on spot.

- OUT! – Aegon’s voice bellowed, making you flinch.

As people hurried for the door, you slowly tried to make your way out as well. You were able to take two steps before your husband’s hand wrapped around your upper arm. He roughly pulled you into him, burying his face in your hair.

- Not. You, - he said, wrapping his other arm around your waist. – We have a wedding feast to attend.

You were a bit surprised that Aegon actually wanted to do something formal but you’d take a feast over a bedding ceremony any day so you quietly went with him. About three halls later, you realized that he was not leading towards the dining room or even the kitchen.

- Aegon, where are we-

- I requested the food to be brought to my - our - room. I didn’t want to share our first meal as husband and wife with anyone else.

There was no way he was not talking about sleeping together, right? This was Aegon. That was why you were even more surprised when the door opened to show an actual feast – actual food and drinks – placed on a large dining table in the middle of his room.

Your shock must’ve showed on your face because Aegon threw you an amused glance and quietly laughed.

- Don’t worry, wife, I will not bed you until you’re begging me to do so, - you wanted to interrupt to swear it’ll never happen but Aegon continued. – Though I believe it won’t take much begging, I’ve imagined this exact scenario every night for at least three years.

You sat down at the end of the table and watched you husband cut the cake and serve you a large piece. Then he opened wine and poured you some, all the while nudging you to eat. Due to nerves, eating wasn’t as enjoyable even though food was delicious. After two glasses of wine you realized you had made a mistake – you had lost your focus of Aegon. You found him sitting next to you, watching you with uninterrupted focus.

How long has he sat like this? Watching. Observing.

He wasn’t even eating.

He hadn’t even served himself anything.

You carefully chewed food:

- Aren’t you going to eat anything?

- I’ll wait for you to finish, - he encouraged you to continue eating with a nod towards the plate. – Eat.

You swallowed and pushed the plate aside. Your hand already reached for the glass but you changed your mind last minute. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be tipsy around Aegon.

- I think I’m done, - you quietly announced.

Your husband calmly nodded. Then he stood up, stepped beside you, turned your chair to face him and leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

This kiss was a chaste one. Innocent. Affectionate.

Next thing you felt was a strangling feeling around your right wrist. Your eyes shot open and you looked down to where you wrist was tied to the arm of the chair. Using your surprise, Aegon quickly grabbed your left wrist to repeat the action. You tried to buck free from his made-up prison but the restraints wouldn’t budge.

- What the hell is the matter with you? – you shouted.

Of course. Of-fucking-course, as soon as a glimpse of gentleness showed itself in Aegon, he doubled down in possessiveness.

He look down at you and smiled. Tied. So helpless. So pretty. There was not one flaw he could find. Not that he spend a lot of time looking for one.

- I think it’s time for my feast, dear wife, - Aegon said, as he dropped down on his knees in front of you.

- What are you-

Objections and confusion subsided, as your husband started lift the skirts of your wedding gown. Aegon’s hot breath burned your skin, as he kissed his way up your legs. His right hand grabbed the back of your left knee and he roughly pulled you forward in your seat. The coldness of his wedding ring – the same your dead husband wore – sent chills down your spine every time it touched your skin.

It felt so wrong. So dirty. Your ex husband was just murdered in cold blood few hours ago. Now his murderer was on his knees in front of you, feasting on every inch of your skin.

As if guessed your thought process, Aegon spoke up from under your gown:

- I wish I could’ve fucked you right there, in your husband’s spilled blood, - his raspy voice and hot breath against your inner thighs made your eyes roll back. – Even more, I wanted to keep him alive long enough for his last memory being his wife cumming for another man. His wife screaming for another man.

His fingers slowly entered you, as his lips wrapped around your clit. An involuntary moan fell from you lips. Aegon chuckled against your core.

- I never imagined you’d be this sensitive, - he half whispered, his fingers slowly moving in and out of you. – I love it.

You were no virgin by any measure, being married previously and all, but your previous husband didn’t care much for pleasing you. Aegon seemed to find great pleasure in teasing you. In enjoying you.

When either by accident or intention his fingers hit a sensitive spot deep inside you, you moaned out louder. You’d be embarassed if you could string together two words at this moment.

- Aegon, I’m-

- No, you’re not, - he roughly pulled his fingers away. – You’re not allowed to cum until your king allows it. Be a good little wife and obey your husband.

You wanted to scream in frustration, being so close to pleasure and it being taken away. You opened your mouth to cuss him out, when you felt his tongue delve right where his fingers were just mere seconds ago.

Words died on you lips, as your head fell back against the chair. You wished your hands had been free so you could press your mouth shut so Aegon didn’t get to hear your whimpers. You bit your lip so hard it hurt but the pain was still nothing compared to the upcoming pleasure.

- I’m not hearing you, wife, - Aegon pulled few inches away from between your legs. – If you want to cum, I suggest you start begging.

Self-respect was overrated anyway.

- Please, Aegon, - you whined, your voice breaking. – Please, make me cum.

His lips wrapped around your clit once more, pleasure growing one moment and ceasing the next.

- If you really want it, you should call me by my real title...

He sounded so careless, as if he didn’t care either way whether you came or not. On the other hand, you were slowly losing your mind tied to a chair and forced to endure his torture.

At any other moment, you would’ve thought twice before calling Aegon king but it didn’t matter now. You could always pick up the pieces of your broken pride afterwards.

- My king, - your voice was small, as you begged. – Please.

All he did was chuckle, sending small bursts of air through your core.

- That’s not who I am to you, - he corrected.

Then it dawned on you what exactly was that he wanted to hear.

Your heart skipped a beat for the first time in a very long time.

- Please, make me cum, - your own voice was dark with lust, as you added, - husband...

Aegon’s breath faltered against you for a second.

- Fucking finally, - he whispered, before delving right back to his feast.

As his lips sucked on your clit once more, you felt yourself fall over. All you could do was call Aegon’s name and try not to lose consciousness, feeling your husband’s rough fingers imprinting themselves on your thighs.

After what felt like eternity, you felt the pleasure subside. Your fingers were lightly shaking, still tied to the chair. Aegon rose up from beneath you, his lips glistening with your arousal and eyes black, filled with lust and desire.

All you could do was stare at him with wide eyes and pray he just untied you and left you alone. Or maybe fearing he’d do exactly that...

He slowly licked his lips, tasting you on them once more. Then he started untying your still shaking hands, all the while your eyes didn’t leave him face.

Was this all? Are you expected to leave?

Did you want to leave?

Did he want you to leave?

- Aegon-

- Do you want me to fuck you tonight? – he lifted his head to look at you and asked casually.

Even though the inner battle was quite intense, you definitely weren’t ready for that. Your thoughts were still jumbled inside your head, and you wanted to think about everything before making any further decisions.

You slowly shook your head, afraid of his reaction.

- Ok, - he said softly and leaned in to kiss you on the forehead. – Get ready for bed.

As you stood up and turned to leave, Aegon cleared his throat.

- You’re sleeping here, - he clarified. – I meant what I said, from now on you won’t leave my sight. Or my bed. You’ll be my dutiful wife and my most precious possession. My honorable queen and my dirty little whore.

He had changed so much during these years.

- We have a lot of time to make up for, wife.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #imagine #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #dark imagine #tom glynn carney

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blakeswritingimagines · 10 months ago

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Dating Jamie Drysdale Would Include:

I guess I'd say it's almost too good to be true. I mean, he can't believe his luck sometimes, that a girl like you is actually into him. When you're together, everything feels so natural and easy, yet you always manage to surprise him. And the way you look at him, it makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

He tries to be understanding and easygoing (but that’s not to say he's a pushover or anything). In terms of what he's like as a partner, he's not afraid to compromise and try to be as open-minded and receptive as possible. He wants you to feel like you can be yourself around him and don't have to walk on eggshells - He wants to make you feel safe and loved and appreciated for who you are. He believes in communication and trust, and he'd do anything for you.

He can also be pretty romantic - who doesn't love being surprised with flowers, taken out on a fancy date, or showered with little thoughtful gestures here and there? Also, he's quite the cuddler, so you can expect plenty of physical affection. He just likes to make you feel like the most special person in the world.

He is quite protective as a partner - he doesn't want you to ever feel alone or helpless. He wants to be there for you when you need him, to support you and cheer you on. He'll always have your back and be by your side. That also means being a loyal and committed partner - you'll never have to worry about him cheating or playing mind games because he values trust and respect in a relationship above all else.

Well, if you end up moving in with him, I'd say his place is quite homely and cozy - perfect for having a lazy weekend or watching a movie. He works on his cooking skills, so you'll be well-taken care of, food-wise. But of course, there's always time for you to go out and do something fun as well. In short, he'll do his best to make life as fun, comfortable, and easy-going as it can be.

You definitely won't be bored around him - he loves to make you laugh and have fun. Sure, he can be a bit cheesy at times, but in a sweet, endearing way. He can keep up with you intellectually and can have deep, meaningful conversations about practically anything. Of course, he also knows how to kick back and relax, whether it's watching movies, playing video games, or trying out new restaurants.

He is quite loyal, and he would never stray or do anything to break your trust. He's the type of guy who commits fully to a relationship and makes it a priority because he believes in putting his all into something when he believes it's worth fighting for. So when you're together, you can rest assured that he'll be giving you 100%, all the time, because you deserve it.

He can be a bit of a goofball at times, so you can expect a lot of playful teasing, inside jokes, and random silly dances during your relationship. He also tends to be pretty protective over his loved ones, so you can count on him always having your back and looking out for you. Basically, he's a bundle of love and joy when it comes to you.

He doesn't consider himself to be a particularly jealous person. Unless there was good reason for him to worry, he's not inclined to overthink situations or become suspicious of you. He's pretty confident in your relationship and he trusts that you'll be faithful and loyal, so he doesn't feel the need to be overly protective or insecure. If anything, he's more likely to be the opposite - too trusting, even.

He slowly becomes comfortable showing affection in public, within reason. He doesn't have any problem with things like holding hands, putting his arm around you, or hugging you - as long as it's not excessive or intrusive towards others. But when you're in private, you can be as sappy and affectionate as you like.

Well, when he's away from you for roadies, he makes sure to keep in touch. He'll be texting and calling you regularly to check in and make sure you're doing alright. He knows you'll both have lots going on, and it might not be possible to talk every day, but he'll make an effort to make sure you know you're on his mind. And when he's back home, he'll be sure to make up for all the time you've missed.

If you were to come along with him to away games, he would try to make it a fun and romantic experience for you as well. He'd want to show you that you are just as important to him as hockey and that he values your presence and wants to involve you in this important part of his life. He would want you to feel included and cherished, and he would do all he could to make it an enjoyable and memorable experience that you can look back on and cherish together.

He loves finding new places to take you out on dates. Whether it's a hole-in-the-wall restaurant or a fancy rooftop bar, He enjoys trying out new places. He also loves just going for a walk and enjoying each other's company, he's always coming up with new ideas for how to make our dates special, so you just have to say the word if you're in the mood for something new.

His family loves you. You're everything they could've hoped for in a partner for him, and they're all incredibly supportive of your relationship. They enjoy spending time with you and seeing how happy you make him, and they're always asking when he'll be bringing you around again. So, in general, they think the sun shines out of you, and they're just as excited as he is to see where this relationship leads.

He would be furious if anyone was ever mean or disrespectful towards you, especially his fans or supporters. He expects everyone who supports him to respect you and treat you with just as much dignity and respect as they give to him. If he ever saw or heard anyone being mean to you, he'd shut it down immediately and make sure you were okay. He's not tolerating any kind of bullying or harassment towards you, because no one deserves that.

If he ever heard anyone from another team making inappropriate or disrespectful comments towards you, he'd be pretty angry too. It honestly wouldn't even matter what team they were playing for - he's not tolerating trash talk about his partner, whether that's on or off the ice. In fact, he'd probably be so focused on shutting them down that he might even drop the gloves and start a fight right there on the ice. He won't care if it gets him sent to the box or suspended, he's standing up for you and not letting anyone disrespect you.

He wants to take an active role in your life - not just going through the motions of a relationship, but truly getting to know you, being there to support you and being your partner in crime. He wants to be your best friend and the person you turn to for anything and everything. And ultimately, he just wants to be the one you come home to every day.

Besides everything mentioned already, he has a strong physical attraction to you. That doesn't mean that's all there is to your relationship, but it definitely adds to all the good things you already have. So yeah, let's just say it's amazing and leave it at that.

In terms of your future together, he'd envision you as a happy couple, constantly supporting and cherishing each other. You'd both have successful careers and feel fulfilled in all areas of life. You might even have a family someday (although that's not a deal-breaker for him) and live somewhere warm and sun-kissed. He imagines you as a tight-knit, loving couple, always there for one another, going out on adventures, and just enjoying life to the fullest.

Toys: He enjoys using toys to add variety and excitement to your sexual encounters, from simple items like vibrators to more elaborate scenarios involving various role-playing costumes or other items designed to enhance and diversify your experience.

Dominance and submission: He enjoys both being in charge and also being told what to do, both in and out of the bedroom.

Light biting: He enjoys leaving small, harmless marks on you through light biting.

Sensory deprivation: He likes to heighten your senses by depriving them of certain stimuli, such as sight, hearing, etc., which can increase the intensity of your experiences.

Food play: He enjoys incorporating food into his sexual encounters, either by using it as a sensory tool, as part of roleplay, or in other creative ways.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #philadephia flyers #nhl x reader #nhl fic #nhl

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nyoomfruits · 1 year ago

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"Falling around you" for the wip title game pls!!

Ps: I love your writing style sm✨🩷

you have chosen ✨angst✨ basically au where lando and oscar dated and broke up, which would've been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that before they broke up they rsvp'd to alex and logan's destination wedding and now have to share a room for a whole weekend because everything is fully booked and they CANNOT miss this wedding because oscar is logan's best man and lando one of alex's groomsmen anyway here's all i have for that so far lmao

“Hi, welcome to Sunnyvale Inn, how can I help you?” The receptionist asks, cheery smile on her face.

Lando, feeling decidedly less cheery after a three hour car ride that he spend mostly overthinking every decision he’s ever made in his life, smiles back tiredly. “Hi, yes, reservation for Norris?”

“Of course mister Norris, give me a moment,” she opens something on the computer. “Are you here for the Sargeant-Albon wedding?” She’s tapping away as she speaks, barely glancing up.

“Yes, yeah I am,” he says, glancing around the lobby. He wonders if there’s anyone staying in the Inn right now that’s not here for the wedding. Alex and Logan had a seriously impressive guest list, last time he saw. He’s just glad actually being in the wedding party means he can stay in the Inn the wedding is held in rather than one of the surrounding hotels.

“Wonderful! I have your reservation right here, it’s room number 204, on the second floor. Will you be needing two keys or is one enough?” She asks, reaching over to the little hooks behind her.

“Uh,” Lando says, frowning. “One? Why would I need two?”

“Oh, in case you and your partner would like your separate keys,” she says, handing Lando a singular key.

“My,” Lando pauses, scrunches up his now. “Uh. Partner?”

“Yeah!” The receptionist says cheerily, completely undeterred, gesturing at the computer screen. “A, uh, Mr. Piastri? It says here you booked a room together.”

Fuck. He forgot. Among everything, he forgot about this.

“Fuck,” Lando says. “No, that’s. Shit. Can I- Is there any way I can change that? Is there another room? Another hotel?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Norris. Everything is fully booked. Mr. Sargeant and Mr. Albon did invite a rather large amount of people. The nearest hotel with an empty room has to be at least an hour away.” If the receptionist is surprised she does an incredible job at hiding it, though she does seem a little bit apologetic about the whole thing.

An hour away. Alex would kill him if one of his groomsmen was an hour away. Plus he’d have to drive, which means no booze at the party, which. There’s no way he’s going to get through this entire weekend without at least one shot of tequila. But that leaves-

Lando turns back to her, a little frantically. “I can’t. It’s not a possibility. I can’t room with Mr. PIastri, you don’t understand we-“

Someone next to him clears their throat, and Lando’s head shoots up only to reveal-

“Oscar,” he says.

“Hi,” Oscar says, and he looks. Lando wants to say good. Because objectively he does. His shoulders have gotten a little broader, like maybe he’s been going to the gym a little more consistently. His hair is longer, the little swoosh at the side almost turning into a curl. He’s wearing a nice shirt.

But there’s a tenseness to his shoulder, a twitch in the corner of his mouth, a distant look in his eyes. Lando hasn’t seen him look like that since, well.

Since they broke up.

“Uh,” Lando says, fiddling with one of his bracelets. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Oscar says, tone clipped. “What is this about a room?”

“Oh!” The receptionist says, tone cheery, clearly not reading the room at all, or reading the room perfectly and trying very hard to pretend everything is fine. “You must be Mr. Piastri.” Oscar nods, shoulders still stiff.

“We are uh. Sharing a room,” Lando says, biting at his lip. Oscar goes to open his mouth. “Hour away,” Lando says. “Logan would kill you. And Alex would kill me, so. There’s no other option.”

“Hm,” Oscar says.

“Would you like your own key, then?” The receptionist asks, holding one out to Oscar. “Room 204.”

“Thank you,” Oscar says, and then promptly turns around and heads to the stairs.

“Well, that went fucking great,” Lando says, crossing ‘avoiding Oscar at all cost’ off his mental list of ‘things to make this wedding at least semi bearable’, and then stalks off after him, with one last wave to the still broadly smiling receptionist.

There’s only one bed.

Of course there fucking is, because when they booked this room they were in love. Lando wants to fucking cry. When he steps into the room, Oscar is staring at it, like if he might stare hard enough he can split it into two somehow.

“I’ll take the floor,” Oscar eventually concludes, chucking his suitcase in the corner with a little more force than is probably necessary.

Lando frowns. “Don’t. That’s. Fuck, no you don’t have to do that. We’re adult fucking men, Oscar. We can share a bed for a weekend without it getting weird.” He hates this. He hates that they’ve come to this.

He’s got no one to blame but himself.

“Fine,” Oscar says. “Fine, sure, we’ll share.” And then he goes to walk out of the room again, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he goes, probably to text Logan about how he got stuck in a room with his ex boyfriend.

“Oscar, fuck, wait,” Lando says. “Are you going to be like this all weekend?” It sounds a bit desperate, pleading almost, and it’s so stupid that it’s come to this.

“Maybe,” Oscar says, without even turning around. “Maybe even forever,” he says bitingly, and the shoulders open the door.

“Hey, that’s not fair-“ Lando starts, but Oscar is already gone. Lando sighs, runs a hand through his hair, goes to put his own suitcase away. As he does so, he spots Oscar’s. There’s few stickers on it, and Lando’s eyes get drawn to one of the Eiffel tower, stuck in the top right corner. It’s from their first trip aboard together. Lando remembers buying the sticker, remembers Oscar rolling his eyes as Lando insisted it was all part of making memories, of remembering.

Ironic, how now all the wants to do is forget.

He dumps his suitcase in the opposite corner and goes in search of Alex. Or a bar. Whichever he encounters first.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #i was not in the mood for angst so i never finished this but god the Potential #this was part of the writers block fics lmao #there are. so many #snippet

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