#but i did not like before the storm as much

[yoongelectric]

Signs - Lando Norris

— do your damn best to figure it out

pairing: lando norris x reader, established relationship

genre: angst, smut

warnings: p in v, oral (both receiving), fingering, miscommunication, insecurities, body image issues, praise kink, breeding kink, soft dom!lando, sub!reader

notes: I don't think I need to clarify this, but just in case, this is the reader's pov, what y/n describes is not necessarily what Lando feels or thinks!!!

Your relationship with Lando was new, you had started dating 3 months ago but you had made it official last month, everything was perfect, well, almost everything, Lando was an attentive, affectionate boyfriend, always remembering everything about you, doing the impossible to make you happy, surprising you with thoughtful gifts and making your life easier in every way. The conversations between you flowed easily, you could spend hours talking about any topic and laughing non-stop, you got along well with his friends and he with yours, everyone said you were made for each other and you thought so too.

The only problem between you was sex, Lando wasn't bad, quite the opposite, he always put your pleasure above his, making sure you came before him and he was very attentive during aftercare. The problem was that no matter what you did you didn't seem to be able to turn him on, to make him lose control, you weren't even sure you were capable of satisfying him. You had tried everything, grinding on him as you were about to fall asleep, walking around the house in your underwear, leaning over in a not-so-subtle way, even trying to make him feel jealous with his friends, nothing seemed to make him snap, to make him fuck you like he meant it. When you had sex, he wouldn’t talk to you, or compliment you, or moan, or even grunt or take labored breaths. And don’t even think about asking you to touch him, or kiss him, or suck him off.

At the beginning of your relationship you didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking he was just shy and you needed to get to know each other better, but now you were starting to overthink things, did he really like having sex with you? Or was he just doing it because it was part of the relationship? Did he even really find you attractive? Or would he prefer a girl with a better body? With bigger tits, or a better ass? Sure, his dick got hard when you two had sex and Iando fucked you almost every day, but there was nothing to indicate that he was exactly crazy about you.

you really tried not to think about it, to convince yourself that they were just ideas in your head, but you saw how it affected your relationship more and more, pushing you away from him without realizing it, losing trust in your bond, every time lando touched you the only thing that went through your head was if he really wanted you.

and here you were, he was sitting next to you, the movie on the tv long forgotten while your boyfriend kissed your neck, caressing your waist trying to get you closer to him, and an idea came to your head, would he try harder if you make him beg for it?

"lando, i'm not in the mood right now" you said gently pushing him by his chest

You felt his hand leave your waist, the kisses on your neck stopping

"It's okay, love, let's watch the movie" your boyfriend smiled at you carefree, unaware of the storm of thoughts in your mind.

you huffed annoyed, of course, he really didn't care, you crossed your arms over your chest, unconsciously leaning towards the other side of the couch

"something's wrong, y/n?" your boyfriend looked at you with concern, his brow furrowed in confusion, you simply shook your head

"are you mad at me?" lando paused the movie turning to you

"i'm not mad, lando"

"you sure?" he placed his hand on your thigh but you were quick to move your leg

"i'm fine" you said without even looking at him, lando nodded, putting the movie back on.

that was enough, he couldn't even tell that you weren't okay, nothing was okay. you stood up frustrated rushing to your room and sitting on your bed, what else could you do? nothing seemed to work and you were getting tired of thinking something could change

in a matter of seconds lando entered the room hesitantly, kneeling in front of you trying to grab your hand

"why don't you like fucking me, lando?" the words were out of your mouth before you could think

"what do you mean? i love fucking you, love" your boyfriend sat down next to you, not really knowing what to do

"don't lie, i can tell" you said looking at him for the first time since you started talking

"i don't know what you're talking about, you were the one who told me you weren't in the mood 2 minutes ago"

what was so hard for him to understand?

"Yeah, but you didn't insist, it's the same for you to do it or not"

Your boyfriend's confused face was more evident every second, he had no idea where all this was coming from

"Baby, why would I insist? What's going on?"

"What's going on? I feel like you don't want me Lando, you don't say anything when we have sex, I don’t know if I look hot, if it feels good, I don't know absolutely anything about what's going on in your head, if you like it or not, what do you you want from me? you're always so calm, it seems like you're forced to do it, as if it were part of a job, you're never rough with me, you don't seem to need me like I need you, god, Lando, we've been together for 3 months and you've never even asked me to suck your cock" Your words were faster than your thoughts, and when you finished speaking you had to take a deep breath.

"Do you really think that's how things are?" You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "y/n, you should’ve told me that sooner. I never thought you'd want me to do those things."

"It doesn't really matter. It's just silly anyway."

You don't know exactly what you said that changed Lando's attitude completely. His eyes darkened and his body tensed. You don't know how, but you ended up with your back on the mattress and Lando kneeling between your legs.

"Do you think it's silly?" He said, caressing your thighs, making your pajama shorts ride up. "That I'm such a shitty boyfriend that I can't make my girlfriend feel enough?"

Lando leaned over you, placing kisses on your belly.

"I have the hottest girlfriend in the world, and I'm making her have second thoughts." Your boyfriend moved up to kiss your inner thighs. "I can't accept this, y/n."

You were speechless. You'd never seen him like this before. His gaze was piercing on you, his eyes, once a bluish-green, were almost black from his dilated pupils. His voice was hoarse with a mixture of lust and anger. You didn't trust what could come out of your mouth if you spoke now.

Lando pulled away from you momentarily, standing beside you as he unbuttoned and removed his pants and shirt. He was left in only his boxers. You could see the outline of his already hard member, pressing against the fabric of his underwear. He took your hand, making you sit up and positioning it on his cock.

"See what you do to me? Do you really think you don't turn me on? That I don't want your lips on me? I think about that all the time, how good it would feel, how pretty you would look with your mouth full of my cock, always thought you wanted me doing all the work, but since you want it so bad…”

He released his member from its confinement, giving it a few pumps before placing it on your lips.

"Open your mouth."

And you did as he said, wrapping your lips around the tip, circling the sensitive area with your tongue.

Lando held your hair in a ponytail, forcing you to look into his eyes, his jaw was tense, his brow slightly furrowed, and you could feel his member pulsing in the wetness of your mouth.

"So beautiful as always, so good for me, can you take more?"

You nodded, taking him further in your mouth until the tip pressed against the back of your throat, your hand holding what you couldn't fit in.

The moan Iando let out when you swallowed, making the walls of your throat contract around his cock, filled your chest with satisfaction. His head fell back, his grip on your hair tightening. You pumped your head, testing the waters, while simultaneously moving your hand in the opposite direction. Noticing the pleasure he was feeling in his body language, you couldn't help but moan, finally having what you'd wanted for so long. The vibrations unconsciously made him push his member further into your mouth, seeking more of what you were giving him.

You rested your hands on his thighs, letting him fuck your mouth to his heart's content.

"Is this what you wanted, y/n? To see me completely at your mercy? I've always been. I could do this all fucking day."

Lando guided you on his cock, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You felt the muscles in his legs tense beneath your hands. His eyes squeezed shut. You knew he was about to cum. You wanted nothing more than to have his seed on your tongue, to know that you were the one who could make him feel this way. But just as he was about to finish, he pulled out of your mouth, tapping his cock against your lips a few times, moving it from side to side like a lipstick.

"God, you're going to be the death of me. You look so beautiful."

"Lando, please, cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you." You were surprised by how husky and needy your voice came out, but you didn't care. You just wanted to make him feel good.

Your boyfriend shook his head. "I'd love to, maybe another day, but today I want to cum inside your pussy. I want you to know you're mine, all mine."

"Take off your clothes." You timidly removed your shorts and oversized t-shirt, leaving you in only your lace panties in front of him. A little self-conscious, as you lay down on the bed, you bent your legs and placed your hands over your stomach and breasts, trying to cover yourself a little. It wasn't the first time you were naked in front of Iando, obviously, but it was the first time you'd seen him like this, his gaze fixed on your body, scanning you without missing a single inch. He carefully placed your arms at your sides. "Don't cover yourself, I’ve already seen all of you, princess." He opened your legs, kneeling between them, and leaned in to kiss you deliberately, slowly but firmly, taking the time to taste each other's lips. "y/n, fuck, I want to eat you whole" he said going down to place wet kisses on your neck, your jaw, your earlobe, chills ran down your spine as you tightened your legs around his hips and held on tightly to his shoulders, your nails leaving marks on his tanned skin

His kisses moved down to your breasts. Lando licked one of your nipples while massaging your other boob with his hand. Your back arched at the contact, silently begging for more. You could feel his impossibly harder member prodding your inner thigh, making your pussy clench.

"Lando," you tried to get his attention, unsure of what you were about to say.

"Mhmm?" He looked up at you, nodding slightly for you to continue as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently.

"Please, do something, touch me" Lando laughed softly as he moved to your other breast, placing kisses over it before repeating his previous actions.

You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties, the need in your core almost painful.

"Iando, please," you begged, pulling at his hair to make him look at you once more.

"Are you in a hurry?" He mocked, but complied with your wishes, gently biting your hipbone before removing your panties in one swift motion, running his fingers over your heat, hissing as he realized how wet you were. He leaned down, leaving a long lick over your core, holding your thighs open tightly so he could pleasure you however he wanted, your hand instinctively in his hair, keeping him from moving away.

"So good, I could eat this pussy all day." He sucked your clit with his lips while drawing circles around your hole with his fingers, teasing you.

Moan after moan left your mouth. He was making you feel so good. You hated how he could take you apart and put you back together in a second, ruining you for anyone else.

His tongue working wonders on your pussy, a mixture of your juices and his drool dripping down your skin, which Iando was quick to lick back, not wasting a single drop of what you were giving him.

"Baby, I want more, please."

Your boyfriend was quick to carefully insert two fingers inside you, hooking them upwards and pumping them slowly. The stimulation made you almost scream in pleasure, your legs trying to close over his head.m, Lando pressed your hips into the mattress to keep you still. "Love, please, I'm so close." He knew it perfectly well. Your pussy contracted again and again around his fingers, he could feel the muscles in your thighs tense under his touch. He forced himself against his own wishes and pulled away from you before you could reach your high.

Before you could protest, he put your legs over one of his shoulders, sliding his cock inside you without warning. Both of you moaning at the same time at the feeling of finally being connected, when he was completely inside you, he kept still until you got used to him.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how full of me you are? How hard you make me?" Lando growled when his words made you clench around his member.

"Fuck me, please, Lando." You pushed your hips against his, trying to feel more of him. Your boyfriend pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside, then slammed his hips down on you hard. "God, love, just like that." Your knuckles were white from how tightly you were gripping the sheets, trying to hold onto something.

"So beautiful, like you were made for me." The rhythm Iando kept was reckless, pounding into you mercilessly, hitting all the right spots. "I love you so much, I love fucking you. Sometimes it's all I can think about. How beautiful you look when I fuck you stupid on my dick." He licked his thumb, pressing it over your clit, drawing random shapes until he almost brought you to the limit. "Cum on my cock, Y/N. Show me how beautiful you look when you come undone in my arms."

His words were driving you crazy. There wasn't a single coherent thought in your head; you just moaned his name over and over again, begging, not knowing exactly for what. Suddenly a wave of euphoria invaded you, as you reached your climax, white dots invading your vision, you felt like you were in heaven, seconds that seemed like hours as a sense of bliss overtook you

The look of pleasure on your face was enough for Iando to reach his high as well, painting your walls with his white seed, you hissed at the overstimulation as your boyfriend began to lazily fuck his cum inside you before pulling out and lying down beside you.

"Are you okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek.

You nodded tiredly; you felt like all the energy had been sucked out of your body.

"I'm sorry for making you feel insecure. I guess I never realized what your needs really were." You could see the guilt creeping into his eyes.

You smiled, snuggling into his side. "It's okay. I should have told you sooner, and certain insecurities of mine didn't help either."

"Well, it's my job as your boyfriend to help you forget all that. I don't want you to ever think for a second that I don't want you."

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, resting your head on his chest.

"I'll do my best."

divider: @fairytopea

[1980shorrorfilm]

power & control

pairing…lottie matthews x fem!reader x shauna shipman

in which…when lottie grows distant, another yellowjacket finds you alone.

before you read…18+. angst. smut. silly shauna activities. blood drinking. the wilderness.

you’re pissed. 

it was meant to be a date. a picnic near the blossoming meadow on your poorly stitched blanket, away from the chaos of your peers, away from the faces lottie seemed to appreciate more than yours these days. 

travis and akilah. 

they’re the first people she greets in the morning, never waiting for you to wake these days, up and out of the tent and to them.

there are nights where lottie joins you in bed, and it’ll be the first full conversation you’re able to have before she dozes off nuzzled in your neck. the most physical contact she’s able to give you as of late, along with quick pecks on the apples of your cheeks on luckier days.

and it drives you mad, coming to realize that you care more. that the newfound gap between you two is seemingly only a problem on your end; she has bigger things to worry about. 

you trust lottie, and you have faith in her beliefs, but it does not make the sudden absence any easier.

especially today, now, as you sit alone by the wild flowers, your food already finished, and no desire to return to camp. there was no point, lottie would be gone anyway, and you’d just receive pity glares from your nosy friends.

“shit…this is just sad.”

your head snaps in the direction of the voice, eyes landing on shauna. her appearance doesn’t surprise you, you’re more shocked she didn’t follow you the minute you had left. perhaps it was the lack of lottie by your side, you no longer acting as her shadow, that shauna found confidence in fucking with you more. 

bumping into you frequently with a meaningless ‘sorry,’ whispered in your ear, or being…kinder, when her hands glide along the lower side of your back when she maneuvers behind you—it all depended on her mood. desperate to see you irritated, or flustered. 

when lottie is at the caves and you’re sat alone near the fire, she joins you, but she doesn’t converse. she sits and eyes you, examining you, either an act of intimidation or something you cannot explain.

it always ends with you huffing and storming to your and lottie’s tent, laying on your empty makeshift bed wishing she was there; giving you the attention shauna was.

and you feel humiliated for having to wish for such a thing.

“all alone out here…while your girlfriend is…with another girl?” 

you squint at her through your sunglasses, the girl leaning her back on a tree and sliding down it. she sits, a stone from the river in one hand and her knife in the other, scraping the metal against the rock. her eyes don’t leave you.

“not in the mood, shipman,” you say bluntly, returning to your comfortable position of lying down, eyelids closing behind the scratched-up lenses. you knew it wasn’t going to stop her, you could practically hear her thinking out loud. how to bug you more.

“you two break up or something?” shauna questions, partly serious and partly to get in your head. the idea you were no longer lottie’s…whatever you are, makes her damn near elated. then you wouldn’t follow her around like a lost fucking dog, god, shauna hated that. 

she hates sheep. you’re your own person and you treat lottie like your personal lord and savior, someone that clearly has so much power over you, you’re sulking in the woods because she didn’t want to join your little picnic.

at least she’s here to keep you company. even if it’s the worst kind. you should be grateful for her, really. 

“weren’t…dating,” you tell her, tone unsure with self-doubt, and shauna smirks. she gets in your head so easily. she goes silent, but her stare is loud, intense, and it seems like she’s sharpening her knife harder. or, it sounds like it.

her mouth opens again.

“you should give up. i mean, what do you think they’re doing right now? lottie says akilah helps her, right?” no, she did not word it like that, and shauna is well aware their time together is meant to benefit the entire group. her only goal right now is to feed the fire already burning inside of you.

she continues to speak nonchalantly, “i wonder what she’s helping her with.”

her brown eyes steady on you, trailing up your bare legs, to the hem of your shorts. she feels her mouth go dry. 

how the fuck did lottie get so lucky? lottie, out of all people? and just to leave you here, alone, while she’s communicating with the trees through another girl. shauna almost feels sorry for you. except, right now, she’s feeling something entirely different. something primal. 

she hums, head down and focused on the weapon in her hands, “no wonder your tents been so quiet…guess you’re not wanted.”

“fuck you,” you tell her lowly as soon as her mouth shuts, finally forcing yourself to sit up and acknowledge her. you take off the glasses, boring your eyes into her dark ones, but the confidence you had in challenging her, fades into the oblivion. 

you shrink into yourself, “can’t you do that somewhere else?”

“i don’t want to,” she says it like you’re stupid for even suggesting it.

you huff, with no desire to leave, and let her have this. you redirect your gaze ahead of you, hers never wavering. 

you manage to block her out for a while, lost in your own lottie-filled thoughts. wondering if she’s back at camp, or with akilah, or with travis. your last thought being if she thought of you at all, and wanted to see you. 

probably not. like shauna said, you’re not wanted.

you squeeze your eyes shut, only hearing the scrapping of shauna’s knife, growing more agitated by the second.

“is it not fucking sharp enough?” you groan, tossing your head back before looking at her once more. suddenly, she stops, and you freeze in place. 

shauna gets up, a blank expression on her face while she walks toward you, not minding the look of irritation on your face when her dirty shoes step on your blanket. she kneels before you, knees locking inches from yours, and the knife still very present in her calloused palm.

“i don’t know,” she says dumbly and points it at you, “you tell me.”

your pupils grow, falling to the sharp metal, then back to her face. her expression is serious and daring, leaving you puzzled with what she’s trying to request.

you wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to you plunge it into your own heart.

you blink at her, and shauna laughs dryly, finding it cute how you seem to be waiting for some sort of instructions.

“touch it,” she says quietly, and now you want to laugh at her. what a stupid and childish request. you scoff and oblige, fingertip on the edge of the blade, thin and sharp just like how shauna intended it to be.

easy to cut through the toughest wood or the thickest meat.

a noise nearby distracts you from the moment, peering in the direction and quickly retreating your hand, managing to slice yourself in the process—which you don’t register until the stinging sensation pricks at your skin, blood forming at the surface. 

you don’t spot anyone or anything lurking around the trees, a cool breeze brushing against your bare skin that assures you it was only the wind in the first place. 

���jeez—paranoid much?” shauna laughs at you, grabbing your gaze again, “believe it or not, lottie isn’t in the fucking trees.”

you roll your eyes, while hers are on your fresh injury, at the tip of your pointer finger. your hand is tilted, the crimson forming an uneven trail down to your palm, dripping off halfway and on shauna’s beige pants—an immediate stain. 

you expect a scolding, but you don’t receive it, shauna is too busy eyeing you like the world’s biggest feast. without a word being said, she rests her knife beside her, her hand now holding yours, pulling it away from you and—to her mouth. 

for a split second, she stalls, an opportunity for you to react, even curse her out. 

you don’t. 

her lips part, closing around your finger, hungry tongue tracing the blood and swallowing, drinking you in. you should be grossed out, you really think you should, and push her away and yell at her and just do something.

she’s pulling you in, soft cheeks hollowing while she sucks away the dark metallic syrup, she looks like a vampire. the beautiful ones hung up on large portraits in dark castles, leaving you mesmerized and dizzy in a trance. 

then, she bites you. right above your knuckle, a whimper at the sharp unexpected pain that causes her to smirk around your finger. it wakes you from whatever the fuck you just felt, retreating your hand and holding it to your chest, “the fuck, shipman.”

“you’re such a…” you continue, when a figure emerges from your peripheral vision, causing your sentence to halt. your head turns, to lottie, arms crossed and studying the sight before her…she despises it. 

lottie clears her throat, “shauna, can you give us a moment?”

shauna chews the inner of her cheek, wishing you had any sort of backbone to tell her to fuck off and go back to akilah. she mutters beneath her breath as she stands; you only catch ‘puppy.’

“sure,” shauna begins to walk away, pausing in place to face you once more, “my tent will be empty at sundown—if you care.”

there’s an annoying sly grin on her face, one that shrinks and dies when she turns around and meets lottie, her tan hand locking around shauna’s forearm. 

“she doesn’t,” lottie speaks politely, staring at her like she could set her aflame with the power of her brown irises.

shauna appears similar, just ice rather than fire. anything she wants to tell lottie, freezes on her tongue, both girls having an unspoken staring contest before shauna tugs her arm back. she accepts defeat, glancing back at you with a scoff, then walking away, taking the path to camp.

now, lottie is zeroing in on you. she feels disrespected. 

lottie isn’t certain of many things, leaving fate and what’s meant to be in the hands of the wilderness, simply putting trust in what’s out of her control. but you—you’re different. she has you, all of you, in the palm of her hands and coursing through her veins every passing second in these woods. 

that’s why she’s here. 

lottie knew something was wrong…she couldn’t explain, but she felt it—the reason she parted ways with akilah earlier than usual. halfway to the cave and she stopped in her tracks, a deer sensing the car before seeing the headlights. the picnic. 

she remembered, your sweet offer that she so hurriedly declined. her heart dropped, even akilah saw it on her face; she had to find you.

and she did, with shauna. the knife, the blood, the unbreakable eye contact between you two. shauna was taking what wasn’t hers, what didn’t belong to her, you. and that is not right.

“you shouldn’t get close to her like that. you know better.”

“…what?”

“you’re not stupid, don’t act like it,” lottie continues to talk down to you like you’re a child, shoes kicking loose dirt while she walks toward you, hovering above your sat figure. 

“i—she joined me because you wouldn’t,” you try to defend yourself, looking up at her. the sun is shining directly above the canopy of trees, and it casts a light glow on the outline of her body. she looks like an angel. her mood, however, is the opposite.

still, you don’t back down.

“speaking of, akilah see anything yet? a cool vision? i dunno—a helicopter finding us? some fucking ambiguous hikers? or—”

“i suggest you quit talking,” lottie cuts you off, voice raising just a pinch, then she kneels to meet your line of sight. somehow it’s more intimidating than her literally towering over you.

her hand abruptly grabs the one shauna previously held, inspecting the minor wound. disgust flickers over her face, reimagining shauna’s actions, an act of intimacy that she’s forbidden from.

she clears her throat, her pupils moving rapidly as she looks through you, “do you not have faith?”

“i didn’t say that.”

“is that what this is? did she get in your head?”

“no,” you practically spit the answer at her, voice thick and impatient with her accusations, but it’s not enough for her to drop this.

“it’s you and me. it’s always been that way…don’t tell me you want otherwise.”

her statement is inquisitive, and according to your diverted eyes and silence, lottie doesn’t get the reassurance she needs. 

she leans in closer, hand cupping beneath your chin and forcing you to focus on her. she can not lose you, not your wholehearted trust, not your compassionate devotion, not your undying love. 

especially not to the driving force that is shauna shipman. 

“what do you want?” 

it is a pretty open question that has a trillion answers—but lottie only wants one. it’s difficult to put aside your bitterness regarding her failure to balance you and the wilderness, but it’s so easy to give into her touch, and boring doe eyes that have you under an unbreakable spell. 

she’s sucking you in, and despite it all, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you pause, “…you.”

for a second, her expression stills, then comes the warm inviting smile that you had fallen for years ago. her hand is still gentle under your chin, thumb on your jaw when she closes the gap between you two, lips locking with yours; and locking your answer in the process.

lottie is right. it will always be her. yet, she challenges you, whispering against your mouth, “prove it.”

you pull away, shortly examining lottie; the subtle energy shift that you’re familiar with. her needs. 

“c’mon, show me,” her voice is soft, fingers hooking through the loops of your shorts, teasingly tugging you closer. you gulp, a thin layer of sweat already painting her sweet skin and making your appetite grow; you can’t resist her.

she huffs when you shove her on the blanket, a satisfied look on her pretty face and canines showing. she props herself on her elbows, steadying herself for the sudden—and frenzied—kiss you’re immediately giving her, holding her head in place while mindlessly grinding into her lap. 

“come on,” her words are lowly muffled against your lips, but the desperation is really fucking loud. and maybe if you weren’t so lottie-deprived, you’d drag this out and make her whine for it. maybe. 

instead, your hand is already snaking its way past the waistband of her shorts, sinking into her underwear and feeling how wet it is. she is. lottie is eager and anticipating, bucking her hips up with a lazy toothy smile, breathing heavily before you’ve even begun. 

again, she repeats herself, gutturally speaking through her teeth, “come on.”

her hands are wrapped around your arm, moving with you when you palm her cunt, her heavy slick making it easy to rub in lazy circles, lottie losing her breath completely at the feeling. 

she refuses to break eye contact, clit puffy and pulsating each time your wrist moves in a specific motion that you’re repeating again and again—her entrance clenching around the mere idea of your fingers entering her. 

she’s about to say the two words again when you lean forward and shut her up with another hazy and messy kiss—two fingers gradually entering her simultaneously—causing her teeth to clamp down on your bottom lip hard.

you groan in pleasure, ignoring the way she had broke your skin and the blood that raced to the area.

meanwhile, she’s relishing it. it’s her turn, after all.

your digits sink into her deeper, lottie moaning and moving her mouth with yours, tasting the last fruit on your tongue clashing with the dark red iron. you taste fucking amazing. she’s willing to risk death to suffocation rather than ever parting your lips. 

you missed this, her, being hungry for you—not for something else. you make her cry when you lean your head back, lottie trying to chase you frantically. 

“gotta promise me,” you rush out, hand stalled on her chest and pausing her from eating your face, “that you want me too—that you want me more than…”

you trail off because it doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. she understood you clearly. you notice by how the blood momentarily drains from her face, but she recovers fast when your fingers slowly retreat. her grip on your arm hardens. 

she nods, willing to accept the consequences of her promise, “i do.”

lottie yelps right after she gives you her answer, your fingers thrusting back inside of her, deeper than she could ever imagine. your other hand is around her throat—your injured finger placed right on a little birthmark you kissed during sleepless nights. 

with caution, you apply a light pressure that heightens the sensitivity between her thighs, the sun shining down and making her hotter than you currently are with your touch. everything feels perfect. 

she thinks she may just be transcending to another dimension, heaven, and she begins to cry your name like a prayer, eyes now falling shut, rolling in the back of her head.

she drops her arms, palms flat and nails digging into the blanket, to the dirt beneath it.

her body shakes, your pace relentless. there’s a soft breeze, that becomes something more, heavy and causes the trees around you to sway. the leaves rustle loudly, and lottie lets out an animalistic moan, almost a shout, and a cry to the wilderness surrounding you.

in her own way, she does transcend. you bring her to a high, that nothing, or no one, could ever replicate and replace.

she’s at peace with that.

after another hour of laying with lottie, you return to camp, hand in hand, straight to your tent; shauna watching.

[rottingghosty]

The Realms PR | DC X DP Part 2

this isn’t as good in my thoughts because writing as bruce??? really hard. how am i supposed to write a paranoid man if i am the most chillest person i can be… anyway heres your part 2 food of this au, not sure if i’ll continue writing more parts? depends on how i feel.

errors are made and sorry the the lackluster performance this might be

if you want to use my prompt please give me credits thank you

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Danny very much prefers to have nobody intervene on his business as the vigilante of Amity Park. He’s essentially called dibs on it if you consider the fact that the entire town is basically his metaphorical grave since it’s his haunt and he did die to make the portal to the Ghost Zone open. He very much ignores that specific can of worms because that’s a heavy topic that he won’t ever talk about because Spectra really ruined his own outlook on professionals. Jazz will most likely want to open that can but that’s for future Danny.

Where was he? Oh yeah.

Danny very much likes being a solo hero with his friends and sister aiding when they can. He very much dislikes the fact that people have been trying to enter his haunt without permission. Does he know why people who tried to pass through Amity Park suddenly find themselves back at where the welcome sign is? No. Is he going to ask? Also no because it allows the residents and himself privacy even when he’s got the GIW on his tail or even his own parents.

He’s not going to rebuke this gift especially with his influx of fame. Which reminds Danny that he needs to post a new tweet, maybe a video of Cujo playing with the kids in the park from a few days ago? He figures people would be more interested if they knew a ghost dog existed. Maybe he can include one of Ember’s concerts or something.

Man he has so many videos to post and such little time to do so, but he thinks Sam and Tucker are having fun being his PR team with the way Sam had a manic gleam in her eyes when Lois Lane and Clark Kent sent her a message of twitter asking for an interview. All while Tucker basically going giddy at Red Robin and Oracle trying to get through the firewall that’s blocking Amity Park from eyes being too close for all their comforts.

Bruce Wayne stared intently at the video before him, it was only thirty seconds but it was thirty seconds enough to cause him to tighten his grip on the arm rests of his chair in the Batcave. His blue eyes staring down at the figure in the video as it replayed on loop. His shoulders tense and bunched up as he inhaled sharply at the frame that happened ten seconds in.

Because right there, staring up at the camera looked too much like Jason. It looked too much like his boy, his son that he had lost when Jason was only fifteen. Normally he would’ve brushed it off but it was the way that it then shifted into Dick, Steph, Tim and then Damian—

Ancient of Hope is what Phantom had called them, the embodiment of hope and how its form switched to what people believed in. Apparently it looked so much like the Robins of Gotham because Gotham was— is the biggest source of hope there is. Yet, this was an unknown.

Bruce couldn’t trust a word that Phantom said, ghosts are an unknown. Trying to get Constantine to talk about it was a struggle itself, the equivalent of trying to pull teeth out because the man was equally as stubborn as Bruce and it was even worse when the man had cursed up a storm when they had a meeting about Phantom’s first videos.

Ghosts are a variable in an equation that Bruce is trying to solve but he simply can’t force his way into solving it, not when this whole thing has turned into a diplomatic nightmare with the fact that Oa has started pressuring the US government about the mistreatment of the Infinite Realms beings.

The Justice League Dark even adding in the pressure— Deadman being one of the more outspoken members as he explained as much as he knew about the Infinite Realms despite not quite qualifying as one of their residents but still considered as one in an odd way. Constantine grumbling about as he came and went, saying how the Ghost Investigation Ward could’ve started a war or destroyed everyone.

Clark and Lane were writing up articles, having conversations with the PR Team of Phantom— two teenagers who were involved heavily and considered ambassadors to the Realms because of their connection to Phantom.

Phantom who is the High King. Phantom who doesn’t want his subjects hunted anymore and took a peaceful route instead of simply declaring war.

Bruce takes a heavier breath, jaw clenched as he watched the video loop one more time before the closed the tab to look more into the GIW and their backers, eyes narrowing in two names.

Vladimir Masters and Lex Luthor.

[scorpioriesling]

I would love more of BrennanXreader. Anything honestly. Especially something sweet and spicy.

My Tears Ricochet

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Pairing(s): Brennan x reader

Warning(s): light angst, sexual relations lightly described (18+)

Summary: As you work through all of the new changes in your life, you lean on the man there to support you through them all.

SR’s Note: Part 2 to A Family Reunion! This one is a little emo at points, but combines the sweet actions with a little spicy scene near the end. I know many people wanted another development, so I got right on it! Lol. I hope you all enjoy!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @asteria-wood @mellowmusings @freyagallileaevans @desprrssooo-espresssooooo @emoravenwolf (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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It was pure chaos when they found out the truth.

At first, everyone was silent; no one so much as breathed.

But then, Tairn roared -- and utter chaos ensued.

"Where did you find a midnight dragon like this?"

"What is a dragon doing living here in Aretia?"

"Is it yours? Is this another thing you've been hiding from me?"

"When did you bond with him?"

I want to get out of here.

The last words you heard were Azar's, running through your mind as panic set in. I want to get out of here.

Your eyes met his large ones of midnight navy, and you geave him a sympathetic look despite the weariness threading through your veins. The shouting continued, Violet yelling at Brennan, Xaden turning all of his pointed questions to you. Somewhere in the middle, Violet began shouting at Xaden too, which only made things worse.

"Everybody, QUIET!"

The hollering halted at the sharp tone in Brennan's shout. You flinched, never hearing him take such a tone like this -- but, as you caught his wrung-out expression, your shoulders relaxed.

Your brother crossed his arms, frowning at the general before him.

Brennan sighed before running a hand through his hair, glancing at the ground before looking up again.

"I know, this is a lot to take in," he said sympathetically, his gaze switching from his friend to his sister. "And, it's nearly unbelieveable. But, it's true."

Violet shook her head slowly, her shocked eyes faltering from her brother to focus on you.

"It is true then. This dragon, its..." she trails off, glancing behind her where Tairn lurks. "Its yours?"

Tairn chuffs, and Violet flinches.

"Its, theirs?" She corrects.

You nod quietly, and Xaden looks away.

"I... yes, his name is Azar." You begin to explain, catching your brother's attention again. "And, yes. He is born of both Tairn and Sgael."

Brennan studies you as he chews on his bottom lip, his sister mirroring the action. You turn to face Azar, and your heart breaks at the defeated stance he's taken. He huddles close to the cave opening, his gaze low. Turning back to face your brother, you speak again.

"I know... I know this is a lot to take in, but-"

"But, you thought it would be best to keep something like this from me," he cuts in, his voice razor-sharp. "From all of us."

Your face falls as you watch his harden, and it feels as though all teh air is expensed from your lungs. You take a step forward, trying again to explain.

"Xaden, you know dragons choose-"

"I don't care, Y/N! You also chose to train, work to develop yourself as a rider when you were supposed to be staying safe," he gripes, and Violet furrows her brow at him.

"Xaden, she couldn't have known this one was-"

"She does know!" He shouted, and Violet huffed in frustration. He turned his focus on you again, his jaw tense.

"It's like I don't even know who this is anymore," he says lowly. "Like I don't even know who you are, Y/N."

Your heart shatters, and fresh tears spring to your eyes. The impending storm rages in the distance, thunder rumbling as the gray clouds draw nearer. Violet looks to the sky in intrigue, then studies her focus on you for only a moment longer.

You only stare as your brother sulks off, brooding and angry in the way he always does. Violet spares you one last apologetic glance before chasing after him, following him to the nearby treeline.

A splatter of a raindrop graces your shoulder. Then, another. You look to the sky, hoping to find something that will drag your broken heart up off the floor where it lay, shattered. You supposed the only upside was that maybe, the falling drops would conceal the tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks.

The warm, familiar hand that you'd come to know and love rests on your shoulder. You turn, your watery eyes meeting the soft brown ones of Brennan -- and his face softens when he takes in your emotional state.

"Sweetheart," he whispers, pulling you to him as the rain begins to fall harder. You let him wrap you in his arms, holding the back of your head in his hand as you sob into his chest. You try to focus on the rise and fall of his chest against your cheek, and match your breaths to his to calm yourself down. The two of you stand for only a few minutes longer in the downpour before Brennan takes a small step toward Riorson House.

"C'mon," he suggests, pulling you along with him. "Let's get you inside."

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The cracking fire is the only sound filling the room, other than the soft splatters of rainwater dripping from the tips of your hair. You sit huddled in front of it, staring at the raging flames, wondering how in the Hell you'd gotten into this mess.

The soft click of the door unlatching doesn't distract you -- you already know who it is. A few soft footsteps later and sure enough, you were right.

"I brought you some... tea," your brother rasps, standing still beside you. You don't move, or even look up at him; the fire is the only thing bringing you any comfort right now.

He must get the hint because he sets down the mug next to you, sighing as he takes a seat on the floor. You gaze still doesn't waver.

"It's ginger," he continues, inching closer to you. "Mother used to make it for you all the time."

Your heart seizes, remembering your long-lost mother and the memories you used to share. So many nights of storytelling, family dinners, and laugher filled these very halls. Recollection of you and your big brother, all of the pretend sword fights and times he'd let you win-

"I'm surprised you remembered," you said coldly. "Since, you don't even know me anymore."

Your brother sighed, dropping his head. You continued to look at the fire, the flames working to cool down the ice filling you up from the inside. When Xaden looked sidelong at you again, his tone was filled with sorrow.

"I didn't mean that, Y/N. I..." another sigh. "It's just been so long since I'd seen you, and I thought I was doing the right thing leaving you here to protect you."

You sighed, a million thoughts clouding your brain but none of them wanting to come out.

"And, when I do come back, I find my sister has been training, and," he stutters. "You have bonded with a dragon, and it's the son of my dragon, of all things -- wait, does that mean you have a signet?" He pauses, his eyes wide. "Because those can be very dangerous, depending on the nature and severity-"

You glare at him, rage filling your vision. He stops mid-sentence, and presses his lips together.

"I ... nevermind. About that." He coughs once, bringing his knees up to rest his forearms on. He too focuses on the fire, the direction of where this conversation is going being too much to look you in the eye for.

It's a few long beats of silence before he speaks again.

"Y/N... I guess it's just hard to come back and see how much you've changed," he says, softer this time. A lump lodges itself in your throat as he continues.

"You're no longer my baby sister, I mean... you're a woman. A rider." He chuckles. The air in the room feels too thick, your tongue lays too heavy inside your dry mouth, and every bead of sweat makes itself known across your forehead.

You reach for the tea, drawing in a long sip.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Y/N. For how I acted when I got here, how I spoke to you out there today," he continues, emotion clogging his voice as well.

"I'm especially sorry for doubting you, in anything. I shouldn't be so surprised you bonded with a dragon, and I know better than to think you incapable of riding one." He admits, his gaze sliding to yours again. "You were always fearless, even when we were mere kids. It's silly of me to think that'd ever change."

You smiled softly into your teacup, taking in your brother's words. Glancing sidelong at him, your gaze met his, and he chuckled.

"Now, the irony of your dragon and mine being related, that's-"

"Something we can get into another day," you finish, sharing in his soft chuckle. You drink the rest of the sweet beverage, sitting the cup behind you and pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"It's so odd, being in here now." Xaden says, his eyes tracing the lines of the fireplace. "This... room, it was once our parents." He says, and you stiffen. "It's weird that now you and Brennan are the ones sharing it."

You catch the hint of playfulness in his tone, and you nudge his shoulder with your own. He grins, reveling in the way you roll your eyes at him.

"It's not so bad," you elaborate. "We really fixed the place up."

He huffs a laugh. "Yeah, and hopefully replaced the bedsheets before the two of you-"

"Eww! Xaden," this time you smack his shoulder, and he lets out a real laugh. "Disgusting." You shake your head, trying to get the mental image of your brother talking about you and Brennan out of your head. He soon makes to stand anyway, holding out a hand ot help you up.

"Violet said dinner is almost ready," he offers, and you take his hand in your own. He pulls you up, then into a quick hug when you stand. The earlier tension in your shoulders fades as he hugs you, and you reel in the rare placid moment.

"Brennan is a good man, Y/N. So as long as he doesn't do anything to hurt you," he whispers into your hair. "He's good in my book."

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The dining hall was filled with various patrons -- riders, Aretian guard, and groundskeepers alike. You made your way into the great room, following your brother to a table with a few empty seats. As you sat, your heart swelled at the sight of Brennan and his sister laughing over something, his eyes alight with the change of tone from earlier.

They've made up. They seemed... happy.

So you sat beside your boyfriend, and let the feeling of calm overtake you.

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You'd excused yourself from dinner, rising from the table and heading outside as the moon crept higher in the night sky. The air was cool as you stepped out, only a thin hazy mist covering the grass from the earlier rainstorm. It billowed and twirled as you stepped out into it and onto the moonlit lawn.

The cave was only a few feet from the back of the house, and you crept quietly toward the opening. You knew better than to bother Azar, especially when he was feeling emotional -- so, you reached out to him mentally before approaching.

Are you alright?

The questioned faded into the moonlight bliss of the bond you shared, and glimmered with a response moments later.

I don't think I've ever felt better.

You contemplated if he was being sarcastic or not, taking a few steps closer to the caves opening. Stopping short of entering, you peered into the dark abyss of the opening, your eyes catching on the moonlit scales inside.

Not only one set -- three.

A smile spread across your face, and you stooped to pick up a small rock lying nearby. You turned it over a few times in your hands before dropping it once more. Knowing your dragon and his family would appreciate the privacy, you turned after a few minutes, making way toward the house once more.

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When you reached the master bedroom and opened the door, you were surprised to find Brennan inside already. He lied on your shared bed, reading over a leaflet before his attention caught on you.

"My darling girl," he cooed, instantly droping the page and rising to greet you. You smiled, closing the door softly behind you as he approached. Pulling you to him once more, you allowed him to wrap you in his embrace, enjoying the scent and comfort that came with him.

"I figured you'd stay to chat with Violet," you inquired, and he pulled back from you slightly.

"It's been a long day -- I think we both needed the rest." He shrugged, placing a kiss atop your head. You made way toward your side of the bed, pulling your nightgown from beneath the pillow to change.

"I can agree with that," you said, sliding off your leather top and beginning to unbutton your pants. Your cheeks heated as you felt Brennan's gaze on you -- per usual -- but you continued kicking off your pants and shoes until you were only in your undergarments.

"Please," he whispered, his voice raw. He'd sat on your side, leaning into the mattress as he stared in awe at you once again. "Please come to bed like that?"

You chuckled, dropping the lacy dress to the floor in favor of obeying your boyfriend's request. His arms reached for you, tuggin you onto his lap with ease as though you'd done this a million times before. In all the time you'd been together -- you had done this before.

His sweatpants did nothing to restrain him as you perched atop his lap, stradding his waist as his hands held you in place. You grinned down at him, leaning in to finally kiss his lips once more. He hummed in approval, his hands sliding up and down the skin of your back.

You pulled back for a moment, and one of his hands reached to gently brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled softly, and he kissed your cheek quickly before his eyes found yours.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Your heartbeat faltered a bit as you remembered the prior events from the day. The way your brother had looked at you upon knowing the truth; how he'd apologized later, but the words still stung. How Azar was so defeated at first, only to be followed by his parent's support later this evening.

You sighed, and Brennan cupped your cheek with his hand.

"I... it hurt, you know. What Xaden said." You chewed the inside of your cheek. "But, he was right -- with every stone he hurled at me, some of them stuck true. I am different, and I have changed." You explained, and Brennan gazed lovingly up at you.

"Yes, you have -- but you're still you, Y/N. You're still the girl with enough grit to keep going, keep getting back up each day, and keep getting back on your dragon." He smiled, in turn making you smile.

"You're still the woman I fell in love with to begin with," he continues, and your breath catches in your throat. "And I'll continue loving you, no matter how many stones I must take for you, or how many I pick out myself." Your brow furrowed, and he ran his thumb across your cheek.

"Stones can also be used for diamond rings, you know."

Your heart lurched as fresh tears brimmed your eyes. Brennan smiled bashfully up at you, his gaze of pure love and nothing more. The insinuation alone was enough.

You pulled him to you, your lips crashing against his. He kissed you, hard and meaningful as your mind wandered to what was to come. With Azar and his family reunited, Violet and Xaden knowing the full truth... you supposed Brennan's allusion would perhaps be coming sooner than you thought.

You pulled back and he groaned, the friction of your hips on his crotch getting him excited.

"Is that... does that have anything to do with why they came back in the first place?"

Brennan chewed the inside of his cheek, a cute blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, now."

You grinned, knowing full well the conversation that must have been had between your boyfriend and brother. You kissed him again, running your fingers through his hair as he gripped your hips tighter. Your hips danced atop his, and his excitement only grew.

You gasped when he flipped you over, pinning you to the bed and threading his fingers through yours above your head. He leaned in again, kissing you passionately and speakaing inbetween breaths.

"Maybe... I like to imagine... what this will look like, with a ring on your finger," he panted, his hardening member rutting against your panties. You blushed, the thought of this impending truth feeling more like reality with every second.

"And maybe... I don't want to just imagine it anymore."

He kissed down your neck as he unclothed himself; the sight of him atop you one close to Godlike in the moonlight. Your fingers gripped his when he entered you, slow and languid. The breath drew from your lungs, each delicious thrust like liquid honey over ice.

"I love you," Brennan gasped, the words still giving you the same feeling as the time he first said them. Your heart warmed as you nodded.

"I love you too," you responded, sucking in a breath as he drove himself inside of you again. His movements were slow, not as fast and hard as you were used to. One hand let go of your fingers to caress your cheek again, his longing stare gazing down upon you.

"You're the most beautiful woman I know," he whispered as he made love to you, and your cheeks warmed. He never failed to give you butterflies, and especially now as you were sure of the future you both shared a vision for.

"Oh... Brennan," you sighed, and he picked up the pace ever so slightly. When you both had finally finished, he moved to hold you close to his chest, running his fingers through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Your eyes grew heavy as he spoke, the warmth in your heart propelling you into a deep, peaceful sleep in his arms.

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[bakugoswifee]

Bakugo k. hc's losing his girlfriend .

Warning- none

angst, that's mainly it. + Bring tissues .

1. He Becomes Quiet & Withdrawn – The loud, brash, explosive Bakugo everyone knew is gone. He doesn’t yell anymore, doesn’t argue, doesn’t snap at people the way he used to. He just… exists.

2. Stops Hanging Out with Friends – Kirishima, Mina, Denki, and Sero try their best to get him out, but he refuses. When he does show up, he barely talks. Just sits there, eyes unfocused, lost in his own world.

3. Blames Himself – Even if it wasn’t his fault, he convinces himself that he could’ve done something. That if he had just been stronger, faster, better—he could have saved you. It eats him up inside.

4. Still Talks to You – Late at night, when he’s alone, he’ll talk out loud like you’re still there. Telling you about his day, the stupid things his friends did, how much he misses you. He hates how quiet the house is without you.

5. Wears Your Stuff – Keeps one of your hoodies in his closet, still smelling like you. He won’t admit it, but he sleeps in it sometimes. If you had a necklace, bracelet, or ring, he either wears it or keeps it in his pocket.

6. Keeps Your Room/Side of the Bed the Same – He doesn’t change anything. Your clothes stay where you left them, your favorite mug is still in its spot, and he refuses to move your pillow. It’s like he’s waiting for you to come back.

7. Gets Lost in Memories – Sometimes, he catches himself smiling at an old picture of you two before reality crashes down. Other times, he zones out completely, trapped in memories of your laugh, your voice, the way you used to roll your eyes at him.

8. Still Cooks Your Favorite Meal – Every once in a while, he makes your favorite dish, but he never eats it. Just stares at it for a while before pushing it aside. He just wants to feel like you’re still around.

9. Sleeps on the Couch Instead of the Bed – He can’t sleep in your shared bed without you. It’s too big, too empty. So he crashes on the couch most nights, pretending it doesn’t bother him.

10. Loses His Temper in Fights – On the battlefield, he’s reckless. Fighting harder, pushing himself past his limits, because what does it matter anymore? He’s angry—at the world, at himself, at whatever took you away.

11. Can’t Stand Hearing Your Name – If someone brings you up, he tenses. He either shuts down completely or storms off. He wants to talk about you, but it hurts too much.

12. Refuses to Cry in Front of People – He keeps it together around others, acting like he’s fine. But late at night, alone in the dark, the tears come. And he hates himself for it.

13. Talks to Your Grave – Whenever he gets overwhelmed, he visits your grave, sitting there for hours. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he just sits in silence, staring at your name, gripping the headstone like it’s the only thing keeping him together.

14. Doesn’t Celebrate His Birthday Anymore – He used to love it when you planned surprises for him, made him a cake, gave him your dumb little handmade gifts. Now? He doesn’t even acknowledge it.

15. Keeps His Phone on Do Not Disturb, But Still Scrolls Through Your Messages – He won’t respond to anyone, but he rereads old texts from you, listening to your voice memos over and over again, just to hear you one more time.

16. Doesn’t Know How to Move On – Everyone tells him you’d want him to be happy, to live his life. But he doesn’t know how. Because to him, life without you doesn’t feel like living at all.

Extra :

People just didn’t get it.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how many times his friends told him he should "try to move on," Bakugo couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He already had the love of his life, and the world ripped you away from him.

So when Kirishima—the dumbass—thought it would be a good idea to introduce him to someone new, Bakugo already knew how this was gonna go. "Hey, man, I just want you to meet her," Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck. "No pressure, just—" "I ain’t interested.". "You don’t even know her yet!".

"And I don’t need to."

But before he could walk off, the girl was already there, all smiles and nervous energy. "Hi, Bakugo! I’ve heard so much about you." He barely glanced at her. "Tch. Good for you?". Kirishima nudged him hard in the ribs. "Dude, be nice." Bakugo clenched his jaw, his patience already wearing thin. "So," the girl tried again, "your friends tell me you’re a pro-hero. That must be exciting!". He didn’t answer. Just exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. "Uh… I was actually hoping maybe we could—". "Fuck off." The table went dead silent. Kirishima sighed like he knew this was a bad idea. The girl’s face fell, but Bakugo didn’t care. He wasn’t about to sit here and pretend to entertain the idea of someone else.

He turned on his heel and walked off without another word, hands stuffed in his pockets. The ring he still wore on a chain around his neck felt heavy, like it was reminding him who he really belonged to.

It was you. It would always be you.

Dividers! - credits @junabuggy 🤍

Sorry this took so long, I really needed a break and was stressed out. But I hope you enjoyed it!

[leriexoxo]

LOVE TO HATE YOU

pairing: idol! Hyunjin x Manager! Reader

genre: smut, angst, enemies to lovers

tags: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex, praise (f receiving), oral (m,f), power imbalance, choking, hate sex, dom hyunjin, body worship, use of pet names, filthy smut etc, slight degradation .

word count: 7k

summary: you're the youngest manager of stray kids and you love everything about your job except for Hyunjin who swore to make it a living hell for you. That evening, you get into a very heated argument, and you happen to find out just how much Hyunjin really wanted you and how easily you gave in to him.

Authors note: I had this brain rot stuck in my head for the longest time and I'm uploading it just in time for Hyunjin's 25th birthday.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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"No, I wasn’t the one who got you banned from painting Hyunjin! That was all you." you storm into the dorm, Hyunjin hot on your tail.

  "Well, it’s you who has my studio keys, don’t you!"

In the living area Jisung, Minho and Changbin look up to see what all the fuss is about. They're used to this, their bandmate and youngest manager fighting. You did this all the time, usually about something so silly, but you and Hyunjin were always at each other’s throats.

You had joined the company shortly after stray kids dropped down a member, just fresh out of college, you started your internship at Div1 in 2020 where you met the boys in their early career stage. You got along with all of them pretty well, seeing as you were also within their age bracket, you were a 97 liner just like Chan the leader of the band, and with your musical knowledge and managerial skills, you earned their respect pretty quickly. That is, everyone except Hyunjin.

For some reason, Hyunjin just LOVED to challenge you, from the very first day you were assigned first line manager to Stray Kids, he took it upon himself to argue with you whenever you tried to do your job, you weren’t even any better because you  indulged him, out of all the members it was like Hyunjin just rubbed you the wrong way, you never saw eye to eye but while you were suffering, his members thought it was funny and liked to tease the both of you about arguing like a married couple.

Neither of you could pinpoint what the problem really was, but you knew Hyunjin was a brat to you since you met him and you eventually stopped trying to play nice.

Today however, Hyunjin accused you of reporting him to the management because he had been getting really carried away since they let him have his art studio, He started to show up late for recordings, dance practice and just yesterday he missed his scheduled photoshoot with Marie Claire because he was too busy painting himself probably naked and he had his phone on airplane mode the whole day, while the entire company was going crazy looking for him.

Just because you happened to find him yourself at the end of the day after which you gave him a piece of your mind, to which of course Hyunjin rolled his eyes and told you to stop being a drama queen. Div1 collectively decided to put a ban on his studio usage and asked you to lock the place up, which you gladly did but Hyunjin was livid. He blamed you for it of course.

  "You didn’t listen when I’d been warning you about it this whole time!" You pointed out, throwing up your hands in frustration before dropping down next to Changbin on the sofa, wanting to ignore Hyunjin and whatever else he had to say.

"Hey don’t ignore me! Give it back." he says, crossing his arms.

"Go take it up with Div1" you say flatly, pretending to care about the League of legends game being played on the flat screen.

"Y/n I’m your idol, you should respect me."

Your eyes snap to Hyunjin, narrowing in anger. "Excuse me?"

Awkwardly the other three pretend to focus on the tv. It was insane to them how much you two fought. Somehow, you both didn't seem to care if you had an audience.

"What!" he snaps.

"First of all, show me some respect, its manager y/n to you!" You get back up again. "And just who the hell do you think you are? You didn’t give me this job so you don’t speak to me like that!"

"Literally who cares? Give me back my fucking keys!"

"You're—" You groan. "You're impossible, you know that right?"

"Me?! have you met yourself?"

You get closer to the younger man, jabbing a finger in his chest as you speak. "You don't get to call me impossible; you literally spend hours in that goddamn studio of yours, ignoring everything and everyone, you have a job to do just as much I do, instead you prefer to play with water colors like a child and make problems for me."

Hyunjin pushes your hand off, moving in closer as well. "You're just mad you have a shitty job cleaning up after me and the guys and those fucking water colors can cover your salary for a year, you show me some fucking respect!" he spat.

"Oh, fuck you Hyunjin!" You yell, sitting back down next to Changbin. They all-except you-glare up at Hyunjin because that was really uncalled for.

"What?!" Hyunjin asks. "She started it"

"Dude." Minho sighs.

  "You know, even if I was unfortunate enough to get stuck babysitting your overgrown ass, which I do a pretty damn good job of, at least we can all agree that I earned my position as the youngest manager in Div1 because I put in the damn work. Unlike you who gets everything handed to you but you’re still a mid-rapper and a shitty artist." you say smirking, your eyes still on the tv, though you were glad to see his three other band members nod beside you, all of them now ignoring Hyunjin.

  "I’m not a shitty Artist, and I’m a great rapper and dancer which is a lot of work." Hyunjin goes to sit beside you but you get up, forcing yourself between Changbin and Minho.

  "Well so are Changbin and Minho, but I don't see them having an attitude problem like you do." You throw back, talking over Changbin who presses himself further into the couch.

"They're different from me, I work different." Hyunjin replied now also talking over poor Changbin.

  "You are always so rude to me! You don’t even care about your job as an idol and you take everything for granted. You realize you’re not always going to be popular right?"

  "Me?! tell me, how is it that I take everything for granted? enlighten me because now you're just throwing words around!" Hyunjin says as Changbin quietly watches your faces get closer over him.

  "Dude?! You literally just missed your first Givenchy Beauty photoshoot at Marie Claire! Did you also forget that you’re about to be announced as the new ambassador through that photo shoot?! What is wrong with you? No really." you scoff before turning to find a different seat, needing to put more distance between you before you smacked the stupid idol.

  "Oh my God! I said I lost track of time and I genuinely thought the shoot was for today, I didn’t miss my shoot on purpose, does that even make any sense?" he asked looking exasperated.

  "Then go take it up with Div1 and not me, I’m only doing my shitty job and I didn’t make the decision to ban you from your stupid studio! Don’t shoot the messenger." You say, sarcasm dripping off every word.

  "Well, you’re the Div1 I see and you have my keys, so I’m taking it up with you but you're not listening." He snapped back at you rolling his eyes.

  "Okay guys, can we take a little breather? what happened?" Minho asks, finally deciding to butt in.

  "Hyung, y/n took my studio keys, after going to snitch on me to management." Hyunjin pouted to Minho and you just shook your head.

  "Again, I didn’t snitch. But we can all agree that you need to focus more on your actual job and less on that hobby of yours though."

  "Who are you to decide!" Hyunjin argues.

  "Your manager damn it!" you raise your voice, he was really starting to piss you off and wear you out, where was Chan when you needed him?

  "Don’t you think you’re taking your little job a little too seriously though?" He smirked and folded his hands, trying to taunt you.

  "Hyunjin stop it, you’re being disrespectful now." Minho talks a little softer but glaring pointedly at the younger man. “First off, she’s our manager and a noona so you will address her properly”

Hyunjin was silent but glaring at you with all his might, it was like you both were having a glaring match. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Changbin sign to Jisung and Minho to get up off the sofa.

  “Noona, I think y’all need to talk this out. You both argue way too much to be considered normal, so the rest of us are just going to give you guys some space” Changbin said, stuffing his hands in his pockets while looking between the two of you.

  “Please don’t kill each other, but at least talk whatever it is out yeah?” Minho added, pulling Jisung behind him and towards the front door.

  “We’ll be at my dorm if you need us!” Jisung called out just before the door shut behind him.

You scoffed; they were unbelievable. They did not just leave you in here with a thick headed Hyunjin to argue unsupervised. Not that you needed anyone around to handle him for you or that you felt unsafe around him, no. You just knew there would be no truce or talking it out with him, you had been at each other’s necks for years now so what was the point.

You grabbed your phone from the couch ignoring Hyunjin who was still silently glaring at you, waiting for you to say something to keep up the argument. You were about to go around him to make your way over to the exit too when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you back in front of the couch.

  “Sit down” he nearly growled, his anger radiating off of him.

  "What the fuck did you just say to me?" you asked, not yet pushing his hands off but you raised your chin, daring him to say it again.

  "I said, sit." he pushes you back. You stumble and fall back onto the couch, eyes nearly spitting fire. He did NOT just manhandle you!

  "Are you crazy?" you nearly scream. “Did you just push me?!”

Hyunjin smirks and lowers his head to level with yours, he grabs your chin this time. "Yes, now sit still and shut up."

What the hell was happening? In all the countless arguments with Hyunjin, he had never ever touched you or went this far, you knew he was angry and you were as well because he refused to see reason with you. It was like he had been waiting for an opportunity to take it all out on you, because to be honest, the studio thing wasn’t even as serious as he was trying to make it seem, 48 hours tops and he would have gotten the keys back.

What was even more baffling to you was the blatant disregard for your authority or age even, you were older by three whole years and Hyunjin treated you like a little girl. In that moment you saw red, you were going to smack his pretty face if he didn’t back the fuck up.

  “Get the fuck out of my face Hyunjin” you warn, seething.

  “You really don’t listen, do you? Noona…” he added the honorific as an afterthought, and with a lot of sarcasm.

Now you were confused. The way your body reacted to him calling you noona in this present situation was a bit weird, also you had no idea why Hyunjin was suddenly being like this, disregarding your personal space and talking to you in this manner. If there was one thing Hyunjin never did since you met each other, it was address you the way his members except Chan did, it was either ‘Miss manager’ or regular old ‘y/n’

  “I don’t know what you’re really trying to achieve by pissing me off, but you need to stop this shit right now.”

You tried to push Hyunjin off so you could get up but he didn’t really budge so you took the keys out of your pocket and slammed them against his chest.

  "Here are your fucking keys, now please let me leave!" you yell, breathing heavily.

  "Too late, I don’t want them anymore" he let the keys fall to your laps without making an attempt to take them, instead he locked eyes with you and held it, tilting his head in the usual manner he did when he suddenly found things interesting and it unnerved you.

  "Hyunjin, move!" you warn, leaning back as he brought his face closer to try to intimidate you. “What the hell is your problem? Really”

 “Oh, I could ask you the same noona, please enlighten me”

  "I don't like you period. You're a loud-mouthed, egotistical, selfish, disrespectful and narcissistic fucking wreck of a idol!" You snap back at his face raising your shoulders to square up with him again.

Deep down you were starting to get worried, as much as you thought arguing with Hyunjin was entertaining in a fucked-up way, you didn’t really want things to escalate or get physical, and you knew saying some certain things to him was really unacceptable, at the end of the day you did work for him.

  "I smell a lie in there y/n, you do like me. You might try to deny it but I see the way you react when I call you noona, also you could just ignore my tantrums but you do indulge me as much as I do you, admit it”

You glare at each other for a moment, the next thing you know the two of you move and then you're kissing. Your hands fist Hyunjin’s shirt and his hands move to grab the back of your neck. You feel your heart beating out of your chest, not sure what is happening, you didn't want this to get physical sure, but you had never imagined the two of you getting physical like this.

You push him off quickly, gathering your senses again. "No, what the fuck? What are you doing?” you said, eyes wide and staring at him like he grew two heads.

Hyunjin’s eyes follow your lips as you try to wipe it with the back of your hand, in your panic you hadn’t realized that his hand was still at the back of your neck, then his eyes moved up to meet your shocked ones, something in his gaze had changed and you were smart enough to understand that it had shifted from just annoyance to lust and hunger, a look you knew all too well but never expected to receive from Hwang Hyunjin.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he muttered under his breath, entrancing you with his sharp eyes.

You swallowed; your body started to betray you by no longer trying to force your way out of the corner in the couch that he had backed you into. It didn’t help that he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen, a fact that you actively chose to ignore while doing your job and dealing with his shenanigans but taking in the current situation had you blushing. His taste lingered on your tongue and you could smell him being so close to you. Hyunjin did smell divine.

  "So, you're admitting you threw tantrums because you wanted attention?" you ask, choosing completely to ignore what Hyunjin had just revealed.

He groans. "If you don't shut up right now…"

  "What Hyunjin? you're going to kiss me again?” you challenged. You really should have been shutting this whole thing down but it was like your mouth had a mind of its own and just decided to do whatever.

  "Don’t test me, I could do worse things!" This time it was Hyunjin who backed down, leaving you enough room to actually push him off and hurry to your feet to put some distance between you.

You picked up the nearest throw pillow and launched it at him "You are so unbelievable you fucking prick, stay away from me asshole!" you yelled, throwing another pillow which he caught and tossed aside. he walked over, his long legs swiftly closing the distance and caught your wrist and then the other, pulling you flush against him.

  "You need to fucking behave." he says lowly. "Admit it, you want me just as much."

You glared at him. "What are you even saying Hyunjin? The last thing I want to do is be in the same room with you right now, much less want you!”

  “Then why did you just kiss me?”

  “YOU kissed me Hyunjin!” you argued, knowing fully well that was a lie.

  “Do you want me to prove it again?” he smirks, still holding your hands.

  “Let go of me right now, this isn’t funny”

  “Then apologize for the shit you said to me." He counters

You scoff. "No."

You pushed him off, or at least you tried to but Hyunjin was much stronger, holding you even tighter. “Well then you’re not going anywhere.”

  “What?!”

  “You heard Hyung, we have to fix whatever our problem is, and…” then he bent to your ear to whisper the next part, “They did give us the whole dorm”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the implication of what he said, Hyunjin was being way out of line, this was clearly a game to him, he obviously wanted to assert dominance in whatever fucked up dynamic it was that you both had, and if he thought you would cower away and be scared of him then he had another thing coming, you vowed to never let him get the upper hand.

  "You're being a dick and for what? you know I’m right; you just don't want to admit you're wrong because you’ve been nothing but unreasonable and disrespectful to me!". You were now close enough that if one of you moved an inch, you’d be kissing. Again.

  "And what do you think you’re doing trying to intimidate me? Hyunjin you’re a man child, you’re talking about an empty dorm like you would know the first thing to do with a woman if you had the chance?"

  "Y/n." Hyunjin warned, his jaw locked in annoyance as he narrowed his eyes at you.

  "Did I strike a nerve Hyunjinnie." You said sweetly, tilting your head to the left taunting him.

  "Shut. up." He says through gritted teeth.

You smirk. "Make me."

Hyunjin snaps, dragging you out of the living room and down the hallway. Your smirk instantly drops when you find yourself being dragged, his hand tight on your wrist like a vice. You tried tugging back but he was much stronger. "What are you doing?!"

Hyunjin threw open the door to his bedroom, pushing you inside and slamming it shut. "Making you finally shut the fuck up."

You were panicking, this was escalating way too fast, you thought about screaming for help but that was when it dawned on you that you really were alone in the dorm with an angry and possibly horny Hyunjin. Right there behind the anger in his eyes, lust and hunger swam in his dark orbs, he was breathing hard and clenching his fists, it didn’t seem like he was going to hurt you but it did feel like you had dug yourself into a hole you couldn’t get out of unscathed.

Your eyes dart around his room frantically, you also just realized that you had never been in there before, it smelled like sandalwood, roses and Hyunjin. You felt so small in his space and suddenly so utterly aroused.

  "What do you me-” your words got stuck in your throat as soon as he started to stalk towards you.

As he closed the distance, his hand settled at the back of your head, pulling on your hair to make you tilt back and look up at him. "When I say shut up," with a smug look he forces you down to your knees. “You shut your damn mouth Noona”

  "Hyunjin!"

  "No, I’m tired of that big smart mouth of yours." undoing his belt while you glared up at him with you uselessly grabbing at his fist in your hair, Hyunjin takes out his cock, already half hard and pumping it to full hardness.

  "My big smart mouth?! I’m going to bite it off if you come any closer, I swear to God." You threaten, eyeing the massive cock in his hand apprehensively.

  "Try me noona, if I feel your teeth, you're getting spanked." he threatened before moving his cock to your lips, He paused for a moment to look at you, raising his brow slightly as if to ask ‘you okay with this? do you want me to stop or go ahead?’. Even in Hyunjin’s anger he would never ever blindly assume he could go ahead without any form of consent.

Your glare breaks for a second, you stare up at him and back at his cock waving tantalizingly close to your mouth, you would be a liar if you said you didn’t want this, all the arguments and the kiss felt like foreplay leading up to this. You were still so unbelievably mad at Hyunjin but at the same time he did strange things to your body, your body betrayed you a lot whenever it came to him it was like you wanted to kill him and fuck him at the same time.

For some reason, you felt like you belonged right there on your knees with his hand fisting your hair and forcing you to submit to him, it even turned you on more that he still silently asked for consent despite manhandling you all over the place. The corners of your mouth curled up, your head moving only slightly to nod.

You obediently opened your mouth to take Hyunjin, willingly. He shoved his cock in, not giving you any time to adjust. you gagged slightly but you weren’t offered a break. Hyunjin pushed you further down, holding you there with his cock lodged deep in your throat, your body ignited, drool dripped out the corners of your mouth as you tried your hardest to take it without choking.

  "Not so mouthy anymore, are we?" He taunts.

Your jaw twitched, almost showing Hyunjin how dangerous it was to mess with someone who had his dick in their mouth. Thankfully, the implied threat made him hold back. Hyunjin pulled you off, allowing you just enough time to suck in a lung full of air before you were roughly being shoved back down. He fucked your mouth so mercilessly that you struggled to breathe, rather you made a mess of yourself with all the drool and tears.

It was a lot to take, a cock that big and you were running out of breath, you hold him by the base and pull off so you could catch your breath and when Hyunjin whines you start stroking him with your hands.

  “Someone’s eager,” He lilts, and then laughs again, throwing his head back. You look up to face him this time, your chest rising and falling quickly.

    “I’m eager?” You grit out, eyebrow twitching, “You’re the one who basically dragged me in here and shoved your dick in my mouth, and now you’re whining like a little bitch” you rise up to your feet, your hand still slowly stroking his wet cock, you kept eye contact and pressed your body into him.

His smirk disappeared; pupils blown out with lust. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to say something, but instead he spins you around, you gasp when you feel his hands grip your hips to pull you into his body. You feel his length press against your ass, and you lean back, grinding into him.

    “You should tell me if you want me to stop, Y/n,” He grunts, voice hoarse. His hands roam up your body, hovering over your tits, “But I know you don’t want me to, do you? You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

At the last word he covers and squeezes your breast roughly– you’re not wearing a bra. He snickers, pinching your hard nipple over the thin cloth of your blouse. You swallow a moan, mouth already dry. He stills, and then spins you around again towards him roughly. He begins to walk forward with you, forcing you to take a step back and towards his desk. His hand grips your chin like before, but rougher this time.

    “Answer me when I ask you a question, noona,” He grits out, eyes dark. You bite your lip; you can feel the power you thought you had over him disappear in this moment.

    “Fine, yes,” You spit, “I’ve been thinking about you… but it’s not like it’s one sided.” You wrap your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer to you, kissing up his neck. You feel his body tighten, a groan rasping up his throat. You nip at him, up towards his ear, standing on your tip toes to reach him. “Is this how you imagined me Hyunjin? Or should I show you the other fantasies you’ve had?” He grips your ass tightly in response to this.

    “Safe word is green,” He grunts roughly, grabbing your throat lightly and pushing your head upwards to gain access to your neck. He kisses down your throat, biting and sucking, surely leaving marks you’ll find later.

    “Get on that bed and get undressed,” He commands, and despite all of your pride, you oblige, eager for more. You make your way towards the bed, looking over your shoulder at him. There’s no anger in his eyes anymore– only the look of a hunter stalking his prey.

You climb onto the bed, turning to face him. He looked so pretty like this, eyes half lidded with lust, jaw slack and breathing hard. He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned abs, shoulders, sharp collarbones. You could only stare in awe.

    “Didn’t I tell you to get undressed,” He says, voice deep and dangerous, “Do I have to ask you again? I won’t be so nice the second time.”

You smirk at him, fingers picking at the hem of your blouse, slowly you pulled it over your head your leggings following immediately after. You hear him suck in a breath, eyes boring into your body, your black lace thong was the only thing left on you. He makes his way towards you at an agonizingly slow pace, pulling out his belt from the loops.

    “You’re even more perfect than I ever imagined,” He breathes, casting his belt onto the bed beside you.

Completely entranced by your body, he leaned down, hands gripping your torso, and kissed you roughly on your lips. He tasted like chocolates and mint, lips dominating yours, leaving them swollen. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down so he’s hovering over you, your back pressed into the bed. He made his way down your neck, over your collarbones, taking care to kiss every part of you. You arch your back in need, and his hands press your hips back down into the bed.

    “Patience, angel,” He says sternly, the pet name hung over you like a curse turning your brain to mush, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Don’t rush it.”

You scoff and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Is that a challenge?” He queries– that damn smirk. He doesn’t wait for your response, just wraps his mouth around your hardened nipple, sucking and licking, earning a loud moan from you. His hand works your other breast, giving you the pleasure that you’d been craving, but still it was not enough. You feel your cunt grow wetter by the second, aching and throbbing.

    “That’s what I thought,” He grinned, another win for him. You groan, pushing yourself up on your elbows to face him.

    “You’re such an ass, Hyunjin,” you say halfheartedly, trying to sound as menacing and cold as possible. He cocks an eyebrow at you, kissing down your torso, head hovering between your legs, his knees on the floor, kneeling before you.

He looked so beautiful like this, head turned up to you from below, and in turn you felt like the most gorgeous woman in the world in his sight. He pushes your legs open to give himself a better view. He hooked his fingers under your thong, pulling it down your legs. You lift yourself up to allow him to pull them off, the underwear cast to the side quickly.

    “Beautiful,” He whispers, eyes lidded heavily with lust. He looks back up at you, searching your face, one hand coming from behind your neck to pull you towards his face, the other gathering the slick at your entrance. He groans into your mouth, kissing you roughly and making you whimper in his mouth.

    “Just beautiful,” He grunts, fingers grazing your clit. You jolt back, gasping. “So fucking wet for me,” He stands, hovering over you, hand still circling your clit, drawing moans and gasps from you. He leans down, bending at the hip, placing his other hand beside your head as he hovers over you.

    “Tell me you remember that safe word, noona,” He whispers, watching you intently.

    “Green,” you say impatiently, needing all of him, wherever you can get him. He chuckles darkly as his eyes roam your face and body.

    “You know, I’ve been waiting for years now to see you like this,” His voice was hoarse as he worked you, a couple of fingers slipping into you with ease. You threw your arm over your face and bit the back of your forearm to keep from yelling out. He smacks your hand harshly, and you yelp in response, bucking your hips to try and bring him back to where you want him.

    “What do you think you’re doing?” He leers, his voice dripping with lust, “First, you don’t cover your face or mouth, ever,” He continues, kissing against your neck roughly. “Second, you’re not in control here, you don’t get to decide what I touch and what I don’t touch, got it?” You moan softly as he continues kissing against your neck, but stills when you don’t respond.   

    “Answer me! And with words,” He growls, grabbing your face, just tightly enough for you to know that he’s in control.

    “Yes,” you whisper, bucking your hips again. Without warning, he smacks your thigh sharply, earning a yelp turned moan from you.

    “Yes, sir,” He commands, positioning himself upright, looking down at you with disapproval, everything hazy now, “And what did I tell you about patience,” His hand trails down your chest, up your thighs, everywhere but where you most desperately need him.

    “Please,” You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly your smug act disappeared, but you’re too concerned with the aching in between your legs to care. He clicks his tongue with disappointment, hand coming down on your thigh again, harsher this time.

    “Please, what, noona, don’t make me keep reminding you,” He continues, “And keep those hips still, if you know what’s good for you,” He chides you, fingers hovering over your pussy. You whine out, growing frustrated now.

    “Please, sir, please touch me, I need it so fucking bad,” You moan out, trying to ignore how red your cheeks must be with humiliation. Only him, no one else could ever reduce you to this. His eyes light up, and he begins circling your clit once again. You fall back onto the mattress with a groan of relief.

    “See how rewarding it is when you’re good for me,” he says, quickening his pace. You feel your stomach tighten, legs shaking slightly. “Look at me,” He commands and you fight through the haze to open your eyes, lifting your neck slightly to see him.

He crouches at the end of the bed again, kneeling, and grabs under your thighs roughly, pulling you towards him in one swift movement. Nails digging into your hips, he keeps you pressed down still, bringing his head closer, his tongue grazing up your pussy slowly.

    “Fuck, Hyunjin!” You yell out, pushing yourself further into his face, He chuckles against you, but continues licking, swirling your clit. Finally, he opens his mouth to suck roughly, lapping up your slick, tongue darting across rapidly. You grasp his head harshly, pushing him even further, arching your back, chasing your release. He moans into you, causing you to tighten your grip on him, his fingers digging into your hip, almost painfully, keeping you tethered to reality. His brow is furrowed in concentration, bringing one of his hands back to slip a finger inside you, pressing from within. You writhe in response, curse words flowing out of you, slurring together. He continues attacking your clit with his tongue, eyes watching your every move, gauging each and every response.

    “Hyunjin,” you breathe in warning, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers. He stops, kissing your thighs, and you jolt up, eyes wide. “Hey!” You yell in frustration, so close to your release. He chuckles as he stands, finally stepping out of his jeans. Your eyes trail down his body, his balls hung tight and his cock rigid and wet from his own arousal.

    “Third rule noona,” He drawls, “You don’t cum unless I tell you to, got it?” You huff in response, pushing yourself up so that you’re on your knees in front of him, hands reaching out to him. He doesn’t lean into you, eyes boring into you, jaw clenched. “Got it?” He repeats, his hand smacking your cheek softly.

    “Yes sir,” You murmur, the sting mixed with his teasing causing you to get worked up all over again. He circles his fingers around your neck, tilting your head up to his.

    “Good girl,” He whispers, kissing your forehead softly, gently.

    “Please kiss me,” You murmur, reaching out to run your fingers over his jawline. He smiles softly, resting his head in your hand. He starts to kiss you again; his hands slide down your body and towards your cunt. You raise your hips, beckoning him, and he obliges, circling your clit once again.

    “Are you ready to play out the rest of those fantasies, y/n?” He asks, eyes hazy, watching the way you writhe under his touch. You nod fervently, eager to take him, to feel him inside you. He guides you back down on the bed, lifting himself up so he’s kneeling between your legs which you immediately wrapped around his waist. He pushes his cock against your swollen clit, teasing you.

    “Hyunjin,” You plead, voice hoarse between the ceaseless moaning and his large hand still enclosing your neck, “Please fuck me, I need to feel you.” He sucks in a breath, and nods, unable to contain himself anymore.

He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in deep, watching your face as it twists in pleasure while he sinks in every inch. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried into you to the hilt, chest rising and falling in anticipation. You visibly struggle to accommodate all of him, Hyunjin was much bigger inside you than you anticipated and you moaned loudly when you felt him twitch.

    “Tell me when to start moving, angel,” He murmurs, leaning down so that his face just hovers over yours, his arms moving to hold you, pulling him into you.

    “Fuck me,” You whisper, too weak to say anything else. He begins to rock his hips into you, each stroke deeper than the last.

    “Fuck,” He whimpers, pulling you closer into him with one arm, the other hand gripping the headboard, “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” You moan, wrapping your legs even tighter around him. He picks up the pace, raising up onto his knees, hands lifting your hips off the bed, fucking you rougher, looking down at you as sweat beads on his brow, strands of hair sticking to his face. He keeps his eyes on yours as he pops a finger in his mouth, moistening it before he brings it to your clit, circling it rapidly. You cry out, back snapping up, your entire torso lifting up.

    “Yeah, you can take it,” He praises, “You’re my good fucking girl, aren’t you,” he says, fucking you quicker now. You whimper in response, teetering on the edge of your release. He smacks your cheek just harsh enough to sting slightly, grabbing your face, forcing you to look at him.

    “Fucking say it noona, say you’re mine,” He commands hoarsely, sweat falling between his eyes, wild with possessiveness and lust, still moving inside you

    “I’m yours Hyunjin, fuck!” You cry out, and he nods approvingly, his fingers circling your clit once more, dragging a deep moan from you, “I’m all fucking yours, please let me come, I’ve been so fucking good for you.”

    He chuckles deeply, tongue in cheek, “I don’t know if you’ve been that good,” He jeers, hitting a spot deep within you, your clit swollen from his teasing. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your vision going blurry. He leans back to get a better view of you, one hand pushing on your stomach, exposing yourself further to him, still rubbing your clit, still fucking you deeply, harder, faster.

    “Please, sir, please let me come,” You whimper, voice hoarse, tears flowing freely down your face now, your body slick with sweat. He groans as he bottoms out in you, watching where your bodies connect and marveling at the way you take him.

    “Cum on my fucking cock, angel” He commands, voice dark, continuing to move in you. You feel your stomach grow warm, your walls tightening around him, your legs shaking.

    “Fuck, fuck, Hyunjin,” You cry out, eyes squeezed shut and unable to string together any real sentences, your mind foggy. “Oh shit!”

    “Open your eyes, noona, let me see you come,” He says as he snaps his hips into you, “Show me how fucking good you are for me.” The knot in your stomach comes undone, all of your nerves lighting up, body tingling, mind hazy. If you’re yelling out, you’re not sure, completely lost in him, the only thing tethering you the world at this point.

    “Fuck,” He grunts, slowing his pace. He pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up into the air. You’re still coming, thighs shaking, your walls clenching around nothing.

    “Beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” you hear him whisper from behind you. He presses himself into you again, bottoming out, earning a deep groan from you.

    “Fuck yeah, arch your back like that for me, such a good fucking girl,” He praises, reaching a hand around your waist to continue rubbing your clit, the other hand collecting your hair in a fist, pulling your head back. You’ve barely come down from your orgasm, already feeling yourself tighten up all over again. You turn your head slightly to see him in the corner of your eye and grin.

    “Does that feel fucking good, Jinnie,” You taunt, moving in sync with him. He throws his head back, moaning deeply, his body slick with sweat.

    “Yes, angel,” He whimpers, “You have no fucking idea how good you feel, it’s unreal.” You feel his movements begin to falter, uneven.

    “It’s all yours,” You say, and he groans deeply, “All fucking yours, Jinnie.” His fist in your hair clenches tighter at this.

    “Best I’ve ever fucking had,” He grunts, voice hoarse, “Best you’ll ever fucking have.” He adds, and you moan loudly in agreement, feeling yourself grow even wetter at his praise.

    “I won’t be able to get you out of my head now,” You grit out, “I fucking hate you for it.” He groans loudly, chuckling breathlessly.

    “Yeah? You fucking hate me, angel?” He growls, pulling out of you. You huff in frustration, your release close now. He flips you over, flopping onto his back, chest glistening with sweat, rising and falling. He pulls you on top of him so you’re straddling him.

    “Show me how much you fucking hate me then,” He whispers darkly, smirking. You can’t help but moan at this, the way he undoes you. He grips your hips roughly, and you can’t even be bothered by the bruises he’ll leave. You work him, rocking your hips, feeling him stretch you out in a way no one else has. The way he watches you, like you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet. He circles your clit once more, praising you as you nearly scream his name.

    “Such a good fucking girl for me,” He moans roughly, his head falling back, his cock twitching inside of you. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your vision going white.

    “Please cum in me, Jinnie,” You grit out, your entire body shaking now, earning a grunt from him in response. You fall down onto his chest, him rutting into you, lewd noises and groans filling the room.

    “Noona, I’m– fuck,” He groans, and just at the sight of him coming undone, the way his brow furrows in concentration, sweat glistening, you feel yourself cross over that edge again, crying out as you come on him again. He pumps into you a couple more times as he comes with you, his mouth hanging open, before his hands fall to his sides.

    You both lay in silence there for a few moments, panting. You roll over so you’re on his side, him pulling you closer, your head on his chest. Your legs shake slightly, and he chuckles softly.

    “I don’t recall letting you cum that second time,” He whispers darkly, “But I guess I’ll let it slide this time.” You roll your eyes at him.

    “Oh, shut the fuck up” you say, still trying to collect yourself. He scoffs, his hand running up your back slightly.

    “I’d fight with you every day as long as we end up like this” He winks, smiling cheekily like a man who just won the lottery,

   “I’m still your manager, you need to get a grip” you snap back but without the bite.

  “Yeah, my manager who is also now my girl” He pulls you in and kisses you sweetly. “I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”

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p.s: Hyunjin, if youre reading this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY baby!!

[haikyu-mp4]

Cooling down – Iwaizumi x reader wc 968 – f!reader hockey player x figure skater au

warning: toxic boyfriend Iwa who eventually gets his shit together

“I don’t like it,” Iwaizumi grumbled, the bench rumbling as he sat down. It felt like the equivalent of a child stomping.

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, you realised lately that he didn’t have the same respect for figure skating as he did for hockey. While fighting on the ice was a respectable part of his sport, dancing with a male partner was apparently not a respectable part of yours.

You sighed and turned away without another word, demonstrating your own temperament in the way you skated up to Oikawa, your male partner for the rest of the semester, and quickly held up your arms to signal for him that no more words would be exchanged on the matter. Had you been in an anime, Oikawa would have visible sweat on the side of his face from the tension alone.

Iwaizumi stayed quiet for the most part, never once looking away and eventually crossing his arms to make sure you knew he wasn’t happy. Meanwhile, you kept a neutral face as if it didn’t bother you at all, even smiling at Oikawa from time to time in hopes it would calm him down.

Which worked very well until it didn’t.

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled at a particular lift where Oikawa had to support your bum while you moved around. The male figure skater lost his focus, taking in a sharp breath just as he lost his hold. You did your best to recover, almost catching yourself, but the speed of the move had you tumbling to the ground anyway. After you landed with an ouf, Oikawa quickly rushed to check on you.

Predictably, he was shoved out of the way. You groaned at the ache in your shoulder but spared some energy to glare at your boyfriend.

“Are you okay, baby?” he cooed. He didn’t give you much choice as he helped you up, but you didn’t answer. Back on your feet, you looked around to find Oikawa looking on guiltily. You smiled at him as convincingly as possible before waving him over to you. “What are you doing? Let me help you,” Iwaizumi urged and held your hand. Oikawa followed your lead to support you, advancing towards the entrance. You glanced back at Iwaizumi, shaking your head.

“I need a break. From us.”

You hadn’t talked to Iwaizumi since then. The distance clawed at your heart, but it gave you the mental space to focus on this competition with Oikawa. Of course, he never made advances on you; you were just friends.

“Is he coming to see the performance tonight?” he asked as you were cooling down after the final rehearsal.

You shrugged looking to the side as if he would come storming in. “I hope so.”

Iwaizumi’s hands were tucked deep in his pockets as he entered the arena, looking around for a seat where he could be alone but still have a good view. At the same time, his eyes were scanning the crowds for any sign of you.

Alas, you were nowhere to be found. The only clue he had was the flyer they handed him when he entered, picturing all the contestants. He dared scowl at the picture of you and Oikawa but shook his head to rid of the thought. Maybe he didn’t understand why you chose to compete in this event, but like hell he’d miss it.

While his heart begged him to do something when you got on the ice, he appreciated the performance from a respectful distance just like everyone else did, clapping more than necessary any time the crowd seemed to agree on it.

Thoughts swirled inside his head, and while they were usually shaped like hockey sticks and pucks, they just calling your name now. How amazing were you to skate like that? Why had he not been kissing the ground you walk on? You’re the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, and perhaps he forgot that in the midst of knowing you were already his.

The bouquet resting in his lap wasn’t as big as the one you got for winning second place, but it did contain all your favourites. As he got up from his seat at the end of the event, he was shaking his body to loosen the nerves, careful of the flowers in his right hand. He made his way toward the hallway you had gone down, not giving anyone attention if they weren’t the one he was looking for.

“Y/n.”

You turned, the skirt of your costume swishing with you. Giving your friends a heads up that you would meet them outside, you finally approached him. “Haji.”

Iwaizumi held out the flowers and cleared his throat, feeling out of his element. “Congratulations. You were first place in my eyes, I can’t believe I never took the time to watch you.” He shook his head, thinking back to when he insisted on watching so Oikawa wouldn’t try anything. “Properly watch you, I mean.”

Sighing, you smiled softly and accepted the flowers before pulling him into a hug with your free arm. He embraced you with both of his, snuggling his face into your neck and leaving a brief peck.

“I knew you puckheads were stupid, but if you ever disrespect me like that again…” you warned, but still returned the affection with a kiss on his cheek.

He took a deep breath of relief, rubbing where his hands sat at the low of your back. “You got it, boss. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from these guys.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa greeted from behind him, and you chuckled at how Iwaizumi’s shoulders raised. “I could teach you any time. Dating the hottest girl in town and you can’t even-”

Okay, maybe Oikawa was asking for this one.

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[luvst4rc0r3]

I love the Loser!Jinx fics, there so funny and cute but I can’t help but think that no one believes in Jinx, like everyone believes she can’t do anything right and tell it to her face and to the reader. And I can’t help but the reader slowly getting mad at everyone for not believing in jinx or themselves being together and hoping for their downfall.

Overall: the reader getting mad at everyone so saying mean things about her loser girlfriend

Sorry if this was way to specific, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I do hope you have a great day tho!

It had been a long week. Between the whispers at school, the sideways glances, and the snickers from people who thought they knew better, Reader had nearly had enough. Every time someone so much as looked at Jinx, it was like they were waiting for her to mess up. And she did, sure—she was Jinx, after all, a wild, chaotic force of nature. But that wasn’t all she was.

Reader had seen the side of Jinx that no one else did. The one that hid behind that manic laughter, the one that cared deeply for the people around her, the one that was just trying to find her place in a world that had constantly kicked her down. But no one saw that.

No one except Reader.

-

It started with the comments in the halls.

"Did you see Jinx’s latest stunt? What a joke," someone sneered. Reader was walking beside them, trying to ignore it, but the words grated on her nerves like sandpaper.

"Yeah, how does someone that stupid even survive?" another voice added.

That was it. The last straw.

Reader’s hand curled into a fist, and her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t even realized she was walking faster until the voices were behind her.

“Jinx is more than her mess-ups. She’s more than the mistakes you keep throwing in her face,” Reader said, voice sharp. The words were out before she could stop them.

“Don’t get all defensive. She’s pathetic,” one of them spat.

That was the moment it clicked. The fury rose in Reader like a wave crashing over everything. She stopped, turned, and looked the person straight in the eye.

“Pathetic?” Reader’s voice was cold now, controlled but dripping with venom. “You don’t know her. You don’t see the hours she spends trying to make something of herself, trying to fix all the broken pieces no one else cares about. Maybe if you weren’t so busy tearing her down, you’d actually notice how much she’s trying.”

They all blinked, the words hitting harder than they’d expected. But the damage had been done, hadn’t it? The doubt in their eyes, the laughs they’d shared at Jinx’s expense—it was too much. Too far.

“I’m not going to stand here while you make her feel like shit. She’s mine, and I won’t let you tear her down anymore. So take your pathetic comments and shove them.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the whole group staring at Reader like they couldn’t quite process what had just happened. Reader didn’t care. They turned on their heel, storming off with a fire in their eyes that was impossible to ignore.

-

Later that day, Jinx was sitting by herself at the edge of the school grounds, fiddling with a broken toy she’d somehow managed to scavenge. Her usual chaotic energy was subdued, and her eyes looked tired, the weight of the day clearly starting to take its toll.

Reader walked over and sat beside her, the anger from earlier still simmering in their chest.

"Hey, you okay?" Reader asked softly, not wanting to push Jinx too much.

Jinx looked up at them, her lips curling into that small, hesitant smile that only Reader ever really saw.

“I’m fine,” she said, but her eyes told a different story. She was used to being the punchline, to being the odd one out. Reader could see it in the way her shoulders slumped, the way her hands shook slightly as she twisted the toy in her grip.

Reader reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You know, I don’t care what they say. They don’t know you like I do. And they sure as hell don’t get to treat you like that.”

Jinx’s gaze softened, her blue eyes brightening just a little. She leaned into Reader’s side, resting her head against their shoulder.

“Thanks... I don’t really care about what they think,” she murmured, but Reader could feel the doubt still lingering in her voice. They kissed her forehead, pulling her closer.

“You should,” Reader said, voice fierce now, as if it could somehow shield Jinx from all the hurt that had been thrown her way. “You’re not pathetic. You’re worth more than any of them could ever see.”

Jinx smiled at that, a little more genuine this time. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Always.”

And that was enough. For now, that was enough.

-

The next day, the whispers were quieter. The snickers were less frequent. Reader wasn’t sure if they had changed anyone’s mind or if they’d just earned a bit of respect. But what mattered was that Jinx was a little less burdened by the weight of the world, and that meant everything.

The world could think whatever it wanted, but Reader would never stop believing in Jinx. No one else had to, as long as they did.

And that was all that mattered.

I want sleep

[dippindaz]

Hi lovely :) can I request another Eddie X reader?

Maybe something where they sit in Eddie’s trailer while the power is off from a storm telling scary stories and reader ends up getting scared?

I appreciate you requesting so much!

The storm outside had been raging for at least an hour, rain hammering against the thin metal walls of the trailer while thunder rattled the windows. The power had gone out almost immediately after the storm rolled in, leaving only the occasional flicker of lightning to cast eerie shadows across the living room.

Eddie had been delighted by the blackout, claiming it was “the perfect setting for a good ol’ fashioned horror story session.” You weren’t sure why you agreed to it—maybe because it was better than sitting in silence, or maybe because, despite the way the wind howled outside, you felt safe with Eddie.

He sat across from you on the couch, a flashlight in his hand casting harsh, flickering light under his chin as he grinned.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s set the scene,” he began, voice low and dramatic. “A couple, stranded in a cabin in the middle of the woods, trapped by a storm not unlike this one.” He wiggled his fingers at you like some cartoonish ghost before continuing. “No power, no way to call for help. And outside, lurking just beyond the trees, a creature—”

“Oh, come on,” you interrupted with a skeptical laugh, hugging your knees to your chest. “A creature? That’s so vague.”

“Oh, so now you’re a horror expert?” Eddie scoffed, crossing his arms. “Fine, Miss ‘That’s So Vague,’ how about something a little more real?” He leaned forward, eyes dark with amusement. “Ever hear of The Hook Man?”

You rolled your eyes. “The urban legend? Please, that one’s been around forever.”

Eddie smirked. “Yeah, but did you know there was a guy a few towns over who actually fit the description? They say he escaped from Pennhurst and—”

A massive crack of thunder shook the trailer, making you jump. The lights of Eddie’s flashlight wobbled as you instinctively grabbed onto his arm.

Eddie barked out a laugh. “Oh-ho! Not so brave now, huh?”

You shot him a glare, but your grip on his arm didn’t loosen. “That was just the thunder,” you muttered, though your heart was still pounding.

Eddie tilted his head at you, a devilish grin stretching across his face. “Mmm, or maybe it was The Hook Man outside, tapping on the trailer, looking for his next victim.” He reached out with his free hand and poked your side, making you flinch.

“Eddie!” you smacked his arm, feeling the warmth of embarrassment creep up your neck. “Not funny!”

He chuckled but shifted closer, his teasing expression softening a little. “Hey, I’ll protect you from The Hook Man,” he said, voice a touch more sincere. “Or, you know, any other terrifying monsters that may or may not be lurking outside in the storm.”

You hesitated for a second before mumbling, “You better.”

Eddie grinned. “Scout’s honor.” He held up three fingers in a mock salute, then nudged you gently. “C’mere, scaredy-cat.”

You rolled your eyes but let him pull you into his side. With the storm still raging outside and the trailer shrouded in darkness, you figured being close to Eddie wasn’t the worst place to be.

“Just don’t tell anyone I got scared,” you muttered.

Eddie smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s going to the grave.”

Another boom of thunder rattled the trailer, and you tensed. Eddie squeezed your shoulder, letting out a quiet chuckle.

“Man, I wish the power would stay out forever,” he mused, resting his chin on top of your head.

You huffed. “I don’t.”

“Yeah,” he said, tightening his hold around you. “But then you wouldn’t have an excuse to cuddle me, would you?”

You groaned, and he laughed, the sound warm and familiar even as the storm raged on outside.

[22ayla21]

Can I request Amphoreus male with their spouse relative visit them? The children will be delighted when having a cool auntie/ uncle to play and training together.

Their spouse will have a hard time on prevent their children come to their auntie/ uncle, more like stop them from being spoiled too much. (candy, gifts,…)

(I used to spoiled my nephew and niece with candy, and end up getting grounded because my sister found out, she told me to not give them any more sweet treats.)

Mom's Sister

When mom's sister comes to visit, the house becomes a place of chaos

When the door swung open, the children didn't even hear the footsteps until the end, as they were already rushing towards their aunt with joyful cries. She burst into their house like a whirlwind - with a dazzling smile, sparkling decorations and an armful of gifts.

Their mother's sister had always been the adult who knew how to entertain. In her presence, rules became flexible, and prohibitions - only vague reminders of the boring adult world.

The gifts turned out to be more than impressive. The middle daughter immediately grabbed a dagger - not a combat one, of course, but sharp enough for training. The eldest son was mesmerized by the new set of tools for creating traps, and the youngest was delightedly clutching a rare book with ancient legends to herself.

Mydei watched all this with a hidden grin. He understood that the guest was bringing chaos with her, but he was in no hurry to interfere. He even liked the way his children's eyes sparkled when their aunt suggested something new.

Meanwhile, the mother of the family narrowed her eyes, clearly sensing trouble. She knew her sister too well.

As it turned out, her premonition was right. Soon the children were already fighting each other, practicing new techniques. The middle one, with a sparkling smile, was trying to repeat the stance that her aunt had shown. The eldest son was building an ingenious trap, clearly inspired by something from the stories of his beloved relative.

The youngest seemed to be acting calmer, but no - she had already managed to figure out how to use the knowledge she had acquired in practice.

The mother closed her eyes tiredly and exhaled before heading towards her sister. Of course, her children adored their aunt. But who would clean up the mess when she left? Who would explain why it was forbidden to have gladiatorial fights in the house or test new inventions right at dinner?

Auntie just smiled her signature grin, watching the fun without a shadow of remorse. Meanwhile, Mydei, hiding his laughter, decided not to interfere. While his wife scolded his sister for being too generous and playing dangerous games, he just silently enjoyed what was happening. After all, children should be a little naughty. Especially when they have the perfect ally for it.

A warm wind walked through the house, filling the rooms with lightness and laughter. That day, a storm came to their house - the sister of the hostess, a woman bright, charismatic and... absolutely without measure when it came to her nephews.

The children rejoiced as soon as they saw her on the threshold. She never came empty-handed: exotic toys, rare books, and sometimes - something that caused silent horror in their mother. Today it was training equipment, clearly intended for activities that were strictly prohibited in the house.

As soon as the gifts were in the hands of the children, chaos began. The wife's sister excitedly showed how to hold a sword correctly, how to sharply dodge a blow. The daughters listened attentively, absorbing every word, and the youngest son, although he did not like fighting, watched with interest what was happening.

Anaxa's wife, who had remained calm until this moment, finally intervened. She didn't raise her voice, but her gaze was full of reproach. She knew that her sister meant no harm, but still spoiled the children too much.

The sister only chuckled and shrugged, while the children, with a greedy glint in their eyes, continued to try out new movements. Their mother sighed, realizing that now she would have to have a long conversation and strict control to ensure that these "gifts" did not lead to injuries.

Anaxa, who was watching all this from afar, only grinned reservedly. He did not interfere, knowing that his wife could handle it herself. After all, who was he to stand between his children and their most beloved aunt?

When their aunt shows up at their house, the children drop everything and run to her with excited cries. As always, she hasn't arrived empty-handed - a bag of presents, rare toys and even some weapons for training. A fire lights up in the boys' eyes, and their younger sister, though still too young for serious training, also reaches out to the shiny curiosities.

Phainon's wife greets her sister with a tired smile. She already knows that this visit means chaos. Her blood is restless, charismatic, eternally free, and she sees nothing wrong with giving children more freedom. Especially in what parents usually forbid.

Soon the yard is filled with the sounds of fussing. The older boys, their eyes shining, grab their training swords, their aunt teaches them to parry blows, laughing at their attempts to look serious. Even the little girl proudly raises a wooden dagger, clearly wanting to keep up with her brothers.

The mother of the family, arms folded across her chest, watches all this with an expression of quiet despair. Every time it's the same. She tries to reason with her sister, but she just waves her hand, saying, let the children have fun. In the end, she has to personally take the toy weapon away from the youngest and sternly tell her sons that some exercises are not for them yet.

Phainon, watching this from the terrace, only smirks. He does not interfere, understanding that this is a struggle between two elements - the mother, striving for order, and the aunt, bringing chaos. In the end, no matter how hard the wife tries to control the situation, the children still adore their aunt. And her influence on them is inevitable.

[jules-sixx]

••𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗•• 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏••

summary ; nikki, your boyfriend, finds you on LSD and drinking booze with your friends that he hates and takes you home, lashing out the next morning.

WARNINGS- mentions of fighting, yelling, drugs, booze.

One summer day, Nikki was in the studio, you were having fun with friends. Well- that “fun” quickly started with a shit ton of booze and pills and quickly ended with you being dragged out to the car by your boyfriend.

You were extremely drugged up, your vision was going hazy, seeing doubles. You were basically putty in his hands. He had you by the hair first, then the shoulder. Next thing you know, you’re being shoved in the car and on Ventura Freeway.

The whole car ride was silence. The only thing breaking it was T-Rex and Nikki’s heavy breathing. You eventually made it to yours and Nikki’s shared house, being sober enough to walk in by yourself.

You make it to the bed with a few stumbles and trips, Nikki right behind you. You fall on the bed and Nikki lifts you up onto his lap. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“What were you thinking?” He asks you softly, rubbing your thigh a bit with his thumb. This was the calm before the storm.

“I dunno.. but m’tired n don’t feel good.” You basically pout into his chest, wrapping your arms (that feel like jelly) around his neck.

“I can tell. Sleep, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” And just like that, you fall asleep.

The next afternoon, you wake up with a POUNDING headache. You look to your left, expecting Nikki to be there, he’s not. You figured he’s at the studio. You reach over to your nightstand to grab your glasses, finding 2 pills, a water bottle, a note, and your glasses.

You notice the pills are tylenol so you take them, water chasing down your throat. You put your glasses on and turn the lamp on, reading the note. The note reads:

‘Babe, 05-17-87

Going to the studio. Don’t wait up, might be a while. Take the asprin. I know you’ll need it. I love you. ~ NIKKI

P.S. - Don’t think you’re off the hook! We will be talking about this later.’

Uhhh, Okay.

A few hours later, you’re sitting in bed when the front door opens and closes. Nikki’s home. He comes up to the room and barges in.

“Since you’re sober enough, we’re talking about this now. Seriously, what the fuck?!” He yells, rage filling his eyes

“Wha-what?” You say softly, kinda confused. You know what you did, but didn’t know why he was yelling at you?

“You think it’s cool to do drugs? Look what they’ve done to me! I don’t want that happening to you!” He says, his eyes darken.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to have fun.” You mumble sadly, trying not to cry.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.”

wow! this one was so fun to write. thank you for this request anon, i loved it! i hope you love it as much as i do. as always, liking, commenting and reblogging (if worthy) is always helpful. thank you! <3

[bouncybongfairy]

All Better?

Vi x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: The two of you have make-up sex after Vi calls you Caitlyn at the bar.

Word Count: 1.0k+ 800 words

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Before you read, this is the first fanfic i've written since september of last year. Please be kind, i'm trying my best out here. Thank you!!!!

Not Proof Read

You stormed into your shitty apartment, slamming the door before Vi could get inside. She was repeatedly apologizing for accidentally calling you Caitlyn at the bar. Throwing your purse on the couch and going into the bedroom. God you were pissed and as much as you hate to admit it: insecure. It just raised so many questions; Does Vi think about her alot? Did she see her recently? Maybe she misses her..? Vi came in as you finished changing clothes. 

“Yes?” you asked, breaking the silence. 

“Look i’m really sorry, I- I have no idea why that happened and I want to make it right I just don’t know how,” she explained.

“You called me-” you started but was interrupted. 

“I know, I know and I’m so fucking sorry just please understand it was a fluke mistake. I love you and only you. I haven’t seen her in months,” she sounded so sincere it made you feel a little bad. 

You turned around to face her, she was standing with her hands in pockets. Clearly nervous about your response. Still tipsy, all you could focus on was all the little things. The way her bandage is wrapped so tightly around her chest. The wrinkles between her brows that created a puppy dog look. Her jawline is so sharp from clenching her teeth together. Arms so buff they were practically popping out of her sleeves. You stood up and walked over towards her trying to wipe some eye black off her cheek. Her arms immediately found their way around your waist; fingers starting to trail down to your lower back.

“Maybe you could find another way to make it up to me,” you whispered. 

Vi smiled down at you, chuckling as she pushed you onto the bed Crawling on top of you and pressing her body against yours. God her upper body was just massive, just pure muscle rippling under her soft skin. She still had eye-black all over her face, which transferred onto you as your mouths smashed together. You wrapped your arms around her neck, slowly tangling your fingers in her hair. 

She was off in her own world, slowly leaving hickies on your neck and down to your shoulders. Kissing and nipping at your skin. Not being able to resist anymore she lowers herself down and pulls at your top. You rip it off without hesitation, giggling and blushing while watching Vi’s eyes boggle. Not being able to take her eyes away as she began playing with your chest. Taking one of your nipples in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Gently pinching at the other while looking up at you. Her sex throbbing while watching your face; red, sweaty and scrunched in pleasure. 

You lean down and connect your lips together. Her hands move around and start exploring your body. Moaning into your mouth whenever her hand brushed over your lower back; making your back arch and pretty sounds come out of your mouth. She was overwhelmed by arousal, like a thick fog wrapped around her mind. Her lips move down to your neck, sucking hickies onto your soft skin. God, it was like anywhere she touched she ignited every nerve-ending on your skin. Running your fingers through her hair and pulling at the strands to cope with the intensity. She pulls away, starting to pull your jeans and panties off. Not caring to get them past your ankles before focusing her attention on your core. Burying her face in your folds. 

Giving your clit a little too much attention, making you squirm. She grabs your hips and presses you into the mattress. Forcing you to endure the overwhelming amount of pleasure raking through your body. You grab two fistfuls of her hair and start leaning into her mouth. Starting to rock your hips back and forth at a quicker pace. Groaning as her tongue explores your folds. Right as your legs start getting shaky, she changes positions. Moving to lay next to you, her upper body towering over you. Your head is laying in the pit of her arm. Hands moving down your body, her fingers slowly slide into you. She let her head fall a bit, feeling how wet and hot you were. You hide your face in her shoulder, moaning and gripping onto her bicep. Still so wet and sensitive from her eating you out. 

“My pretty girl, are you gonna be good and come for me?” she said into your ear.

That was enough to send you over the edge, backing arching and stomach burning. God you in your own world, overwhelmed with pleasure. She left her fingers inside of you, wanting to feel you tighten and spasm. Watching you was practically making her drip down her leg. She felt so obsessed with you. She pulled out once you went limp, fucking you into a deep sleep. She chuckled and cleaned you up before taking a long shower.

[malrieldremm]

friends

Pairing: Ridoc Gamlyn X reader

TW: pure smut, smut with feelings.

World Count: 2740

A/N: first smut ever lol sorry if this is shitty. Haven’t read onyx storm yet but I’m FERAL for this man!!

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you love all your friends…but Ridoc was special to say the least.

With him, it was different.

The way his eyes would always find yours in a room full of person, the way his touch, no matter how cold, always made you heart melt.

You just got each other.

You loved how he was never serious.

Which might be the reason you were laughing your butt off when he suggested that you two use each other to let off steam when you can’t sneak off to find anyone.

Of course you had no idea of the feelings he had for you, and there was no way Ridoc was going to admit them. You layed back on your back into the mattress trying to breathe through your sore muscles from laughing. He rolled his eyes and leaned over, holding himself up on his elbow.

“I’m serious. I think it’d be a good idea.” He said quietly this time. Which was…odd for him.

Very odd.

You propped yourself up as the look on your fefe changed completely, now dead serious.

Ridoc felt his heart skip a beat under the serious look on your face. He took a deep breath and nodded. Yes. Really. He could do this. It was just physical. A way to blow off steam. Right. He gently placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb trailing along your cheek before he spoke. His cold hands sent shiver down your spine, as you looked up at him, unsure if the situation.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“I-“ you stopped for a second.

The feeelings you had for him were undeniable.. perhaps, you could just take pleasure out of this, leaving the heart.. out.

You didn’t really know if tuoi could do it, considering the speed at which your heart was beating.

You looked at his face intently, trying to memorize everything you could.

“well.. How good of an idea would it be?”

Ridoc couldn’t help but to smile at the smirk on your face. He couldn’t read you at that moment. Did you want this? Did he want this? He was worried about being too rough with you- but maybe he was overthinking it.

His hand came up to rest on your hip, gently tugging you, gesturing for you to lay down. Ridoc moved as well, getting on all fours above you.

“Pretty damn good I’d say.”

“Well, how about you show me how much?” You said, a small smile forming on your face.

The smirk grew on his face as his eyes roamed up and down your body. The way you were looking at him- Ridoc felt almost weak. Gods, he wanted you so badly, he had wanted you for so long, but he was scared to push too far. He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head to the side as he moved to straddle you. His head leaned down to your ear as he spoke.

“As you wish. Princess.” His breath was hot your my skin, as he leaned in to kiss you.

He tried to focus on keeping this physical, but when you moved your hands to his hair, his brain stopped working.

He sighed into your kiss and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing you back with the same intensity. Ridoc pulled away for a moment, panting gently before he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, a shaky exhale leaving his lips.

“…Gods.. you’re beautiful” he said against your lips.

You froze for a second, heart thundering in your chest. The words hit you harder than his touch ever could. It wasn’t like Ridoc to be this raw, this unguarded. It scared you, thrilled you, confused you all at once.

Your fingers, still tangled in his hair, tightened just slightly as you tried to process the shift between playful and… something deeper. Something you both might not come back from.

“Ridoc…” you whispered, voice soft and unsure.

He didn’t move immediately, his breath still fanning across your skin as if he couldn’t bear to part from you yet. When he did finally lift his head, his usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found. Instead, those eyes—those eyes that always found you, even when no one else could—were searching yours, looking for something he wasn’t sure he could ask for.

“I mean it,” he said, voice lower, rougher. “You’re—more than you know.”

Your chest ached at the admission, and every instinct screamed at you to pull him closer and never let go. But there was still the unspoken rule, the idea that this was supposed to be casual. A game. And yet, as you stared into Ridoc’s eyes, you knew neither of you were playing anymore.

“Ridoc,” you tried again, swallowing the lump in your throat, “are you sure you can just… keep this simple?”

He let out a humorless chuckle, thumb tracing slow circles on your hip. “Doesn’t feel simple right now.”

You smiled faintly at that, feeling your walls crumble with every second he held you like this. “No,” you admitted, voice barely audible, “it doesn’t.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The weight of unspoken feelings wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. Finally, Ridoc sighed and leaned down again, resting his forehead against yours.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, almost pleading.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Instead, you whispered back, “Don’t you dare.”

His lips were on yours again in a heartbeat, but this time, it wasn’t rushed or heated. It was soft. Reverent. The kiss of someone who cared deeply but didn’t quite know how to say it. And in that moment, with his hands holding your face like you were fragile and precious, you realized the truth—you didn’t want simple. Not with him. Never with him.

Ridoc pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “No turning back, you know.”

Your heart raced as you whispered, “Good.”

His grin returned, smaller, but somehow more genuine. And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t about blowing off steam anymore. It was about finally surrendering to something you both had been too afraid to admit.

Ridoc’s gaze darkened the second you gave him that answer. The playful glint you were used to was gone, replaced with something far more intense, something hungry. His grip on your waist tightened, and without warning, he pressed you deeper into the mattress, his body pinning you there.

“Good,” he murmured, voice low and dripping with heat. “Because I’m done pretending.”

Before you could even catch your breath, his lips were on yours again—rougher this time, demanding. The kiss was nothing like the ones before. His teeth caught your lower lip as he pulled slightly, making you gasp beneath him, and that sound only seemed to set him off further.

Ridoc wasted no time, one hand sliding under your shirt, fingertips icy against your heated skin as they traced up your ribs. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he growled into your mouth, before trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck.

Your head fell back as his teeth grazed your pulse point, and he smirked against your skin. “Sensitive,” he teased, his breath hot and ragged.

You barely managed to respond, too focused on how his cold fingers found the edge of your waistband, playing with it, testing the boundary. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes burning into you.

“Last chance,” he whispered, voice thick with restraint. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

But instead of answering with words, you grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back down, kissing him harder this time, pouring every bit of pent-up tension into it.

Ridoc groaned into your mouth, the sound deep and guttural as he pressed his hips into yours, leaving no room for guessing just how much he wanted this. How much he wanted you.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, losing the last bit of control he’d been clinging to.

His hand slipped lower, tugging at your waistband with more purpose now, while the other slid into your hair, pulling just enough to make you arch into him. He smirked, satisfied, watching how you responded to every little touch like he was learning you in real-time.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathed.

“And you’re still talking too much,” you shot back with a smirk of your own.

Ridoc’s eyes flashed with heat. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.”

And then he kissed you like he meant every word—like you were his, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it.

Ridoc’s patience snapped. In one swift motion, he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought, his eyes drinking you in like he’d been starving for this. The way his gaze raked over your exposed skin made you feel like you were on fire, and yet, his cold hands left a trail of goosebumps as they roamed your body.

“You’re dangerous,” he growled, voice deep and rough, leaning down to drag his teeth along your collarbone. His tongue followed, soothing the sting, only to bite down again, harder this time, marking you.

Your breath caught as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed, grinding against you with a delicious, deliberate pressure that left you dizzy. You could feel how badly he wanted you, how much restraint it was taking for him to not tear the rest of your clothes off right then and there.

Ridoc pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, smirking when he saw the flushed, needy look on your face. “You’re already so worked up,” he teased, voice dripping with dark amusement. “And I’ve barely touched you.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but your words died in your throat when his fingers slipped past the band of your pants, teasing the edge of your underwear. He moved achingly slow, tracing circles on your inner thigh, watching your every reaction like it was his personal obsession.

“You want more?” His voice was nothing but a sinful whisper in your ear as he nipped at your earlobe.

“Gods, Ridoc,” you breathed out, nails digging into his back. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

With a low growl, he yanked your pants and underwear down in one motion, discarding them onto the floor. His hands returned to your thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them, eyes dark and wild.

“Look at you,” he murmured, running a hand slowly up your leg before resting it possessively on your hip. “So perfect.”

Without breaking eye contact, he dipped his head lower, lips ghosting over your inner thigh before finally pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. Each one dragged a shiver from you, but it was the anticipation—the way he hovered just shy of where you needed him most—that had your head spinning.

Ridoc smirked against your skin. “Tell me how bad you want me,” he whispered, voice husky.

When you whimpered, grinding your hips closer to his mouth, he chuckled darkly. “No, no. I want to hear you say it.”

You clenched your jaw, but the ache inside you was unbearable now. “I want you,” you hissed. “I need you.”

His satisfied grin was the last thing you saw before he finally closed the distance, mouth claiming you with a hunger that made you cry out, arching off the mattress. His tongue moved with calculated precision, slow but devastating, while his fingers gripped your thighs to keep you exactly where he wanted you—at his mercy.

Every moan and gasp only seemed to spur him on, his pace quickening as he groaned against you, clearly just as affected as you were.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were slick, his eyes dark and full of mischief as he crawled back up your body, settling between your legs.

“You taste like sin,” he murmured, voice ragged. “And I’m not nearly done with you.”

Ridoc barely gave you time to catch your breath before his mouth was on yours again, letting you taste yourself on his lips. The kiss was filthy, heated, and left you trembling beneath him as his hand slid back down, fingers toying with how soaked you’d become.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, voice gravelly, almost dangerous. He tugged at his own shirt, ripping it over his head before tossing it aside. The sight of him above you—muscles tense, jaw clenched, eyes devouring every inch of you—only made the ache inside worse.

His cold skin pressed against your warmth as he settled between your legs again, grinding into you without any mercy this time. The friction made you gasp, and Ridoc drank it in like it was his lifeline.

“Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about this,” he demanded as he rocked his hips, voice sharp but laced with that teasing tone only he could pull off. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted me.”

Your mind spun under the weight of him, but still, you managed to smirk. “Since the first time you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

Ridoc’s breath hitched, and something inside him snapped. His hand shot to your throat—not with enough pressure to hurt, but enough to make you gasp softly as his thumb brushed along your jawline. His other hand slid between your bodies, lining himself up against you.

“You have no idea what you just did to me,” he snarled.

And then, without hesitation, he pushed inside you—deep, slow, filling you completely as your back arched and a moan ripped from your throat. The stretch, the intensity of it, stole the air from your lungs, but Ridoc didn’t give you a moment to recover. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“That’s it,” he whispered darkly. “Feel every inch of me.”

The pace he set was brutal, hips snapping against yours, the sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room as you clung to him. His grip on your throat loosened, hand sliding down to your chest as his teeth found the base of your neck again, biting hard enough to leave another mark.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect like this, under me.”

You could barely form words, too lost in how deep he was, how rough yet precise every thrust felt. His cold fingers pinched at your skin, teasing, claiming every part of you as his mouth moved lower, tongue and teeth dragging across your chest.

Ridoc’s control was fraying; you could feel it in how erratic his movements became, how ragged his breathing was as he whispered curses against your skin.

“Not gonna last if you keep tightening around me like that,” he growled, pulling back to see your face—flushed, wrecked, desperate for more.

His thumb brushed your lower lip. “You close, princess?”

All you could do was nod, whimpering as you rolled your hips up to meet him, needing more, faster, harder.

“Good,” he hissed, slamming into you with everything he had now. “Because you’re gonna come with me.”

Your nails raked down his back as you felt your body give out beneath him, the wave crashing over you so intensely it left you shaking. Ridoc’s name tore from your lips, and that was all it took—he followed with a deep groan, burying himself inside you as he spilled everything he’d been holding back.

For a few moments, all either of you could do was pant, bodies tangled together, sweat-slick and spent. Ridoc’s forehead rested against yours, his breath warm as his fingers absentmindedly traced your sides.

“Yeah,” he finally murmured, voice hoarse. “Definitely not just blowing off steam.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to steady your heartbeat. “No kidding.”

His smirk returned, lazy and satisfied. “Round two later?”

You grinned, pulling him down for another kiss. “Absolutely.”

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Tags! Love and Deepspace Xavier x Reader, Angst

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It had become a lullaby of sorts for Xavier. The rhythmic clicking of the clock as its little hand ticked in circles. No matter how much he stared at that clock that was slightly off center on the wall across his bed, he couldn’t tell you how much time has passed since he’s been confined to the uncomfortable mattress provided by the hospital.

While Xavier stared off into the distance through the window of his hospital room, watching the orange and red leaves of fall dance in the wind, a sudden crash of metal thins and utensils pulled him from his thoughts. With a curious gaze, Xavier turned his head towards the door. His soft eyes met your wary ones.

“Uh-! Sorry,” You scrambled around to pick up the items that you just dropped, “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Xavier just stared at you, wide eyed and confused. Why were you here of all places? He wondered to himself before stretching a smile at you.

“It’s alright. I actually don’t mind the company.” Xavier’s voice was like soft silk as he tilted his head and lightly chuckled. “You… Don‘t look like a doctor or nurse.”

You smiled and shook your head as you stood up, carrying the metal thin in your arms, “I’m a volunteer,” You motioned to the name tag on your shirt. “I was bringing this back to the storage room and, you know, tripped.” A small laugh came from you in an awkward attempt to cool your burning cheeks of embarrassment.

“No need to feel so embarrassed, I’ve had plenty of falls.” Xavier laughed along with you as you walked into the room. “I’m Xavier, and you are…”

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” That cheerful and carefree voice of yours made his heart ache. It was too much, but he forced the lump in his throat down.

That was the first meeting Xavier had with the you he knew now. Although you were different, so much of you were still the same. Like your smile and sparkling eyes that rivaled the stars. Ever since than you had started to pay him visits every now and then even long after your volunteer work was done. You two had a blossoming friendship.

“And then, there was this really tall mascot! It scared some of the kids away and I just couldn’t help but laugh!” You chirped on about your weekend to Xavier as he listened intently to your words.

All your visits have been the same. You would come back and tell him stories about your vacations, hobbies, events, and even just the mundane things that he seemed particularly interested in. Although he was stuck in bed most of the time, you seemed to breathe life into the porcelain white walls of his hospital room.

Xavier laughed along with you, “Did you get any pictures with it?” He sighed out with that gentle smile of his.

“Nope! I didn’t get the chance, I was too busy trying to calm down my nephew.” You frowned and sighed with a shaking head. “I’m so bummed! I would’ve love to show you it.”

“It’s fine. Hearing your stories is more than enough.” Xavier sincerely spoke out with a light hearted chuckle.

This was enough. Just being in the same room, talking about life, and having you by his side again. Even if his condition was getting worse, your being there made it bearable, until it became hard to ignore.

Xavier was getting thin. Sickly thin. He knew he didn’t have long until his time would be up, but he had already anticipated this. He knew it was only a matter of time before his body started to succumb to being in a foreign world. In his attempt to spare you any grief, Xavier would deny your visits and sleep. Until you had enough.

“Xavier, talk to me.” You had stormed into his room. “You’ve been denying my visits and even hide under the covers whenever you see me. Why? I thought we were friends.” The pain in your voice wasn’t hard to ignore. You were upset.

Xavier continued to lay in his bed with the blanket pulled over his head. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Not when he had gotten so weak and frail. But even though he didn’t want you to, he couldn’t help but pull the covers down and smile up at you.

“I’m getting worse.” Xavier spoke out with an unsettling smile as if he wasn’t dying. “They say I probably have a year left, but…” He bit his tongue and looked out of the window to watch the gentle snowflakes float down. “…I’d say I won’t even get to see spring.”

“What?” You were in disbelief. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and you couldn’t believe your eyes matter of fact. It had only been a month. “How are you so sure?”

“I just do.” Xavier looked back over at you and reached for your hand. “Don’t look so sad. I like it much better when you’re smiling.” His slender thumb brushed your palm gently.

Confusion and pain was clear on your face as you shook your head and grabbed his hand. “I’ll stay by your side, Xavier. Please don’t push me away anymore… I can’t stand it.” His eyes widened slightly as you brought his hands up to your warm cheeks.

And just like that, you two went back to the life you knew. You started to visit him more frequently and even started to take pictures of your outings so you could share them with him. While the weather was cold and frigid, you felt warm and safe being with him. Slowly, the snow covered streets and pavements melted as the weather warmed. And just as Xavier warned, he was getting weaker as the days went on. Spring was just around the corner.

“Do you like spring?” Xavier suddenly spoke out, his eyes locked on yours.

“I do. It’s warm and cool. And there are more things you can do compared to winter.” You nodded and smiled over at him.

“I wish we could spend next spring with each other. I would’ve loved it.”

“They said you had a year left… We’ll see next spring together again.”

Xavier’s expression wavered for just a moment before he chuckled and nodded. “Yes, we will.”

The weeks flew by and more snow melted as the creeping spring season approached. With a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, you cheerfully made your way to Xavier’s room to celebrate the first day of spring. You were holding yourself back from rubbing it in his face how he would indeed make it till spring.

“Xavier~!” You cheered as you walked into his room and begun to prep the flowers. “These are the first flowers of the season. Mmm! They smell so nice!”

Xavier weakly looked up at you and smiled before reaching for your hand and holding it, yet he didn’t say anything.

“…Why are you so quiet? Come on, I told you you’d make it till spring. Look.” You pulled away and opened the window to let the warm air in. “It’s spring, Xavier. Spring.” You grinned happily to him.

“I know…” Xavier nodded slowly as he stared up at you with the wind brushing through your soft locks. “…But it makes this harder…” His usual meek expression hardened into a pained expression.

“…We’ll see next spring together too… so, it’s not too bad.”

“…I wish we could… I wish we could see everything together… not just spring…”

“…When you get better, let’s go see the world. I’ll take you to go see that mascot… Instead of bringing you flowers, we can just go see them…”

His hands laced into yours, mustering up enough strength to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. Even if you two never said it, you could tell what we wanted to say. He loved you.

“…Thank you for letting me see spring with you… Even if it was just one more time…” Xavier weakly smiled and brushed his thumb over your hand.

Xavier knew his words sounded strange to you, but he didn’t care anymore. He never cared about anything other than you whenever you were by his side. As of right now, all he really did care about was getting you to smile despite the tears that welled in your beautiful eyes he loved so much.

“You know… Your smile is much more lovely than any flower…” Xavier breathed out in a whisper, intending those words to only ever be heard by you.

Tears begun to fall as you sat on his bed and brought his hands up to your cheek with a sad smile. “Yeah, I know…” You sniffled, trying to ignore how cold his hands had gotten.

Slowly, Xavier’s eyes closed for the last time with his hands on your cheeks that could feel the stretch of your smile. As he held your cheek limply, his smile never wavered as he drifted into an eternal sleep. For once the room that was always filled with your laughter silenced to the pitiful sound of your sobs and the deafening beep of the monitor.

Tears streamed down your cheeks with your hand tightly grasping Xavier’s as the once soothing spring breeze wafted through the opened window. The breeze now unnaturally cold as it danced through your hair.

Xavier was gone and he took the warmth of spring with him.

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Random thoughts on S04E09, Telephone:

Man, David Hornsby is such an amazing actor. I wish he was in more things! He's really expressive with just his eyes; he's fascinating to watch.

Danny Pudi did a fantastic job directing this, too.

David has a special ringtone in Brad's phone. That is all.

Brad had to think for a while there before declining David's call, so I'm not convinced that he's going to sabotage Playpen like Anna wants him to. I think it's more likely that he played along so that he could get his hands on the malware. And I feel like Jo being in the office too will somehow play a part in Brad's storyline.

Then again, maybe Brad does want to go ahead with it as revenge for the poker thing, even though he acknowledged in that episode that the reason he lost was Dana, not David or MQ.

You can really see how much David's changed. He used to think of Ian and Poppy as family and now he straight up says he hates them. His first thought is for the company and his job, and ngl, I like it. He can see (some) things a lot more clearly now. And for all the jokes about him being a lame duck, he's actually a pretty effective manager here. He figures out what he needs to do and who to talk to very quickly and then goes and does it, even when he knows he'll have to humiliate himself to get it done. I like that a lot, too: David being more and more Brad-like but still very much himself.

David still being friendly to Brad is interesting. I wonder if he still considers Brad a friend despite finding out that the months-long poker thing was a con.

Sorry, but I have negative interest in the Carol love triangle stuff. Andy is annoying as fuck.

Why has Storm has suddenly changed his mind about the baby??

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Heyo! Love your work! ❤️ Could you do a Remy LeBeau x reader where the reader has low self worth and Remy comforts them? Preferably fem!reader?

Hey, many thanks for the love and your patience! Took me ages to come up with an idea for this ask as self worth is such a broad spectrum. Hope you’re doing ok and hope this brings a smile :)

Content warning: Fem reader so she/her pronouns, reader is a mutant with Magneto esque abilities, mentions of anxiety and general struggling with self worth!

Word count: 975

You won’t become him- Gambit x Fem! Reader!

The morning sun's rays highlighted the dancing particles in the kitchen. Steam swirled from your coffee mug as the aroma surrounded you. Peaceful mornings like this in the mansion were rare. But getting up earlier than everyone else certainly helped. It felt like fate sometimes that you were at the mansion, a recruit of the X-Men. Years ago, Charles Xavier had heard whisperings of someone with metal manipulation powers in town. It was him, Storm and Gambit that arrived at the bar the night they heard an almost riotous commotion was taking place. He was prepared to stand against an old enemy. But instead they found you. A young woman, manipulating knives, forks and bar stools to protect yourself against a group of rowdy FOH members.

Naturally, Charles invited you to the mansion, to become a member of the X-Men. Even with intense training, your powers were not near the level of the self-proclaimed “Master of Magnetism”. But, unlike what you’d heard about him, you were able to almost liquidate the metal objects in your will. On top of it all, kind, patient and, more importantly, believed in the cause the X-Men fought for. Some jokes about your similarity to Magneto were sprinkled here and there but you didn’t take it to heart. But the more you honed your skills, their looks got more obvious. The worry lines on Scott’s brow. The pursed lips Rogue would give from time to time. Logan’s physical flinches away from you if you tried to touch him. They treated you with kindness, there was no doubt about that but…There was fear… A worrying thought that passed almost every team member at least once…

“What if (y/n) became the next Magneto?”

Only Gambit never saw that. Or at least, if he did, he never voiced it or showed it to you. He made you feel like a regular person, someone beyond their mutation. So it was no surprise to the others when you became lovers or moved into his dorm. You knew you wouldn’t become like Magneto. Not now, not ever. You were so much weaker than he was, you thought. To a point it was almost pointless being sent out on missions. But their gazes, their judging looks…

A gentle kiss to your bare shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. Gambit smiled down at you, ruby eyes meeting yours.

“Mornin’, chere. Ya didn’ think of wakin’ ol’ Gambit up when you did?” He said in his usual groggy voice. A yawn escaped him as he stretched and walked to the coffee machine.

“You looked so cute, Remy, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” You replied casually before sipping your coffee.

“Ya sure droolin’ is cute?” He teased back with his signature grin. You rolled your eyes, smiling back at him. His smile fell slightly.

“Sure you’re ok?” Gambit asked. He grabbed his mug, sitting beside you. Worry crossed his features as he looked into your eyes, searching for uncertainty, for doubt. You took a shaky inhale.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m alright Remy.” You lied. He frowned more, shaking his head.

“Nah, Gambit don’ buy it. Sometin’s goin on inside that pretty head o’ yours.” Gambit’s hand gently took yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles. A deep, heavy sigh escaped your lips.

“Why… Why don’t you look at me like the others do? That look of worry. Worry I’ll become just like Magneto with my magnetism. Or like I’m some burden because I’m still learning?” You blurted out. Gambit looked taken aback for a moment as if you’d spoken in an alien tongue. A silence settled between you as the gears in his brain worked, trying to come up with what to say. You felt the anxiety bubble from your stomach towards your chest.

“Gambit’s never seen that before… What do ya mean chere?” He asked sincerely. Your free hand twiddled with the drawstring of your pyjama bottoms.

“I mean… I notice, you know? Every now and then a look or an action from our teammates feels off. Like they either don’t want me around. While sometimes it’s a feared or anxious look like what if she turns on us, other times it’s a look of why the hell is she even here, she’s useless.” Gambit’s frown intensified at your explanation.

“Gambit don’ see it. Gambit don’ t’ink it either. (Y/N) is (Y/N). Smart, carin’, brave ‘n’ sweet. The opposite o’ Magneto. And if dere’s anyone who t’inks you’d become ‘im, they’s never known ya like Gambit does. Not only dat, ya not useless either, ya hear Gambit? Sure, ya don’ go on as many missions as da others but we need ya here. Lookin’ out for da lil’ ones, continuin’ ya trainin’ ta be stronger. And when you’s on a mission, chere, you’s just as important as any other member of da team. Who’s da one that saves Gambit’s butt when he need it? You. Who’s da one creatin’ shields o’ metal round Jubilee from fallin’ buildin’s? Certainly ain’t Wolvie. It’s all you, chere. And dats what Gambit loves ‘bout ya.”

You felt hot tears prick the corners of your eyes as his words melted the anxiety in your chest just a fraction. Gambit wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. With your face buried in his shoulder, the tears dripped onto his nightshirt. His familiar scent of spices, smoke from his explosions and French cologne helped ground you, pulling you from your own thoughts and back to the present. Without thinking, your lips pressed to where his neck and shoulder connected before your wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Love you, Remy.” You whispered before burying your face more into his neck. His arms wrapped more securely round you.

“Gambit loves you, chere.” He replied back in a whisper.