#but what’s the point of an apology if you keep doing it again and again

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi!! I was hoping I could request a fic where the reader is clumsy as fuck.

And when Bucky and reader go on their first date, he notices bruises scattered over the reader and gets worried that someone in their life is hurting them. Which reader insist, "no I'm safe I'm just clumsy as shit" which he's heard too many times before so he remains unsure.

BUT as the dates go on, he begins to realise just how honest they were being. Hes constantly having to stop the reader from walking into poles and tables, he's catching things before they can hit the ground (including the reader), and when they come home he kisses all their bruises or marks.

And when they finally are becoming more intimate, he's scared of bruising/ hurting the reader and they have to convince him that they aren't made of glass and to just go for it.

Not Made Of Glass » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky gets worried when sees bruises on you and you assure him that you’re just clumsy.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of implied Smut (18+), language, clumsy!reader, bruises (not abuse), kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Bucky are on yours and his first date. As you were telling him about yourself, Bucky couldn’t help but notice that you have a couple bruises on your arm and one on your shoulder. It worried him. He’s starting to think that someone gave you those bruises.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.” Bucky apologizes politely. “How did you get those bruises?” He asks curiously.

“Oh, those? My friend’s son was trying to teach me how to skateboard, but I ended up falling and that’s how I got these.” You explained.

The thought of someone abusing you lingered in his mind.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Of course I am.” You replied.

“Is someone hurting you, doll?” He asks, keeping his voice low so no one heard him.

“No, I’m safe. I’m just clumsy as shit.” You say with an assuring smile.

Bucky smiles back. He still couldn’t help but let that suspicion linger around in his mind. He’s heard that one too many times.

“The only reason why I asked is because I want to make sure you’re safe.” He says softly.

“You’re sweet to care and worry, Bucky.” You smiled. “Those are my two favorite qualities I like in a man.” You say, sipping your drink.

“If someone is hurting you, I’d make sure that won’t happen ever again.” He says.

You knew what he meant when he said that. You also know he said it to protect you. That’s another quality you like in a man. You and Bucky are going to get along just fine.

You invited Bucky out for coffee the following morning. You walked in the coffee shop, smiling when you saw Bucky. You were so happy to see Bucky again that you didn’t notice the chair next to you and you ran into it. Bucky looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see you moving a chair out of your way.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks.

“Yes. I just didn’t see the chair.” You say with a small giggle.

You gave Bucky a kiss on his cheek before ordering coffee and sat down at the table across from him. You crossed your leg over the other. Bucky found another bruise, but this time, on your shin. It’s a little bit bigger compared to the ones on your arm and shoulder.

“What happened to your leg?” Bucky asks, pointing at the bruise on your shin.

“I walked into a tow hitch on a pickup truck a couple days ago.” You tell him honestly.

The suspicion of something abusing you is still on his mind, but he also believes your honesty. It doesn’t hurt to be cautious and suspicious of something, right?

A few days later, Bucky asked you out on another date. He went over to your house to pick you up. You invited him inside while you finished up getting ready. Bucky looked around your house, admiring the pictures and decorations.

“I’m ready!” You announced with a smile.

Bucky smiles, admiring your beauty and outfit. He winces to himself as you walked into the doorframe, hitting your arm on it as you were walking out of your bedroom.

That looked like it hurt.” Bucky says.

“Only a little bit, but I’m ok.” You say.

“May I?” He asks softly.

You nodded. Bucky gently lifted your arm up to his lips, kissing the red mark that will soon be a bruise on the side of your arm. You couldn’t help but blush when he did that.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” You say with a smile.

“I care about you is all, doll.” He says softly.

“I care about you too, Bucky.” You say in almost a whisper.

Bucky gently caressed your cheek and kissed you softly and sweetly. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You’ve never been this mind blown by a kiss in your life.

“Woah…” You say, completely speechless when he pulled away.

Bucky smiles at the speechless expression on your face.

“You ready to go?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You answered with a smile.

When you and Bucky got to the restaurant, he’s starting to realize that you’re right about being a clumsy person. You almost walked into a table and he gently moved you away from it so you didn’t give yourself another bruise.

“Careful, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I am being careful.” You say softly, kissing his cheek.

Over the next few weeks, you and Bucky went on dates every weekend. In those weeks, Bucky has been moving you away from things like tables or poles before you walked into them so you didn’t hurt yourself. Today, Bucky tagged along with you while you ran errands. Bucky swore he ages 10 years every time you run into something or almost run into something.

“Wanna get coffee?” You asked, pointing at the coffee shop across the street.

“Sure.” Bucky answers.

You and Bucky looked both ways before crossing the street. When you guys got to the other side of the street, you tripped over the curb and Bucky caught you before you fell.

“Are you ok, doll?” He asks softly.

“I am now.” You smiled up at him.

You guys went inside of the coffee shop. You somehow tripped over your own feet. Bucky grabbed your arm before you fell.

“I think it’s time to go home.” He says.

“But I want coffee.” You pouted.

You pouting is one of Bucky’s many weaknesses. He can’t say no to you when you pout.

“Ok, fine.” He gives in.

You squeaked softly and kissed his cheek. To keep you from running into anything, Bucky put his hands on your waist and guided you to the counter to order coffee. You two got coffee and then went home.

“You know what to do, doll.” Bucky says.

Bucky now kisses every bruise you get. You took your -Bucky’s- sweatshirt off and rolled your pant legs up, revealing the few bruises you got over the past couple days. You smiled as you watched him kiss each bruise on your arms softly. You then sat down on the couch and he crouched down in front of you and kissed the couple bruises you have on your legs and one on your knee.

“I love how much you care about me.” You say softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s part of my job as your boyfriend to care about you, doll.” Bucky says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“You want to be my boyfriend?” You asked.

“Only if you want to be my girlfriend.” He says.

“I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend, Bucky.” You say with a smile.

Bucky smiles and kisses you. The kiss got heated quickly. You two fell back against the couch. He put his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you.

“You know, I don’t mind if you lay on top of me.” You say.

“I know. I just don’t want to hurt you in any way.” He says.

“You can never hurt me, baby.” You almost whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

“I just want to be cautious.” He says.

“I’m not made of glass, you know.” You say.

“I know.” He mumbles softly. “I love you so much and don’t like seeing you get hurt.” He says.

“I love you too.” You pecked his lips softly. “I won’t mind if you’re a little bit rough with me in the bedroom.” You say seductively.

Bucky leans his forehead against your shoulder and groans softly, dirty thought flowing into his mind.

“There’s safe words for a reason, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

A shiver went down his spine when you kissed just below his ear, a soft moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans softly.

Bucky stood up and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. An excited squeal left your lips. He gently laid you down on the bed and got on top of you.

“You’ll use a safe word if I’m too rough on you?” He asks just to be sure, rubbing the tops of your thighs.

“Yes.” You answered with a smile.

“You’re in for a long night, babydoll.” He almost whispers.

“Bring it on, baby.” You say softly, bitting your bottom lip.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[passmethatcokezero]

hot and bothered... (18+ // woozi!friends with benefits au)

jihoon x fem!reader 2.7k words warnings: smut. minors dni! bff!woozi is hot and bothered at work so bff!you came to the rescue, dry humping, blowjob, needy jihoon cos why not, made so quick cos I was missing him and he has been living in my mind rent free since the day i saw him on the carts ( i wasnt same since then and thoughts have been thunk so here's a fraction of those thoughts ), just a short one, but thinking of making a part two continuation. enjoy!

“You alright?” The silence breaks, as the words from your mouth betrayed yourself. You didn’t really want to speak first, although you did feel the air has now gotten a little lighter compared earlier.

It was Seungkwan’s stupid plan; the guys had been sick of staying up all night after hours of practice for a few days now just to please their dear producer. No one can seem to thaw him, moreso pinpoint where the tension is rooted from. Obviously, it was self-inflicted pressure. Jihoon can’t understand why nobody seems to meet his expectations lately and it got bad to the point of Seokmin blaming himself for what seemed like delays but aren’t as they still got plenty of time before the next comeback. Seungkwan, hurt, seeing his talented friend’s self-esteem chase tears down his cheeks, stepped up by calling you over because “maybe you can do something about your best friend,” as he said.

Jihoon sighed as he slumps his body deep in his chair. You’ve made your presence known since earlier when Soonyoung was trying to ease the tension but you kept your mouth shut or else Jihoon might explode knowing you’re just going to take the poor boy’s side who was even more in tears brought therein by your comforting strokes on his arm. “You came here for what exactly?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed at his words. “Seungkwan called me. For some reason I thought I was coming for a celebration and yet…”

Silence takes over once again. The boys had long been gone since Bumzu initiated that everyone should take a breather first, and secretly asking you to stay and maybe help clear up your friend’s mind. “I don’t even know why the boys kept on doing this, okay? Suddenly all the pressure’s on me whenever you’re acting up.”

You did not want to say it, but it had been a long day at work and hearing his snarky voice ticked you in a bad way.

“I am just tired.” Jihoon says almost immediately, as if not wanting you to say anything more. He massaged his temples and continued, “...tired as fuck.”

“But that does not excuse that kind of attitude!” you stood from the couch, rising with the tension inside the room. “You’re being too hard on the boys and yourself. Again.” You cursed under your breath, realizing the cringy tone that just left your mouth. The last time the same exact nagging tone came out, Jihoon’s anxiety was having a field day in his brain just like earlier, and you did not expect what happened after.

And then it came to you. Soon you were flooded with flashbacks from what happened that night: Jihoon aggressively pinning you by the door, meaning to actually open it and let you out, when all of a sudden you pulled him into an embrace in an attempt to calm him down, crashing your lips to his after a long eye-fucking, breath kissing when you caught him off guard, blushing from the sudden warmth. Not long after he responded, kissing you hard as if you were not just shedding tears arguing with him over his sharp words when you were just asking him to simply breathe during a heated exchange with Soonyoung over the phone. The kiss went wild yet slowly turned comfortable as he kept on apologizing, feeling your hot tears meet his burning red cheeks. You figured he needed it that time, like a de-stressor of some sorts, and so you let his mouth conquer yours as a way to help.

That kiss went longer than what friends could actually share. But if it's the only way to keep your friend sane that moment, you suppose you can let him use you as long as he is not going to be weird about it right after. Which he did, or so you thought.

Because that day never left his mind. He was not sure why you let him kiss you like that that night, nor why you did not even bother to ask about it days, weeks after. A bit hurt that it seemed like a casual thing for you, but for him it meant healing, washing away the anxiety clouding his thinking. That moment stayed on his mind unhealthily long, almost turned into songs he would never write and let you hear, even causing him to get wet dreams for quite a while. But of course, no one could know. Not about the kiss. Not even his budding feelings towards his best friend.

“Jihoon-ah…” you exhaled, turning his swivel to face you. “I can help, Just… tell me how..”

Both of you had the same thing in mind, he needed you just like that night. But why does he find it hard to admit it? 

The guy blushed in pink, avoiding your eyes at all cost, acting as if in deep-thought. “I…”

“Look at me,” he obeys in a second, but his eyes can't help but fall into your lips inches away from him. “Do you want…. my help?”

He nods subtly as an answer, but you can’t just accept that. You needed him firm, an answer to also clear your doubts about the way his eyes are glued to your lips, his ears blushed to the reddest of red, and the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when you leaned in closer: is he nervous because he’s uncomfortable? or was he nervous because you suddenly make him be?

“Yeah…” his breath hitches, the side of your lips upturns.

“Then say it—”

“I need you,” he reveals his innermost desire as he scrambles to his feet and catches your lips like he has been waiting for it for centuries.

Just like the first time, the kiss deepens instantly as you two found a comfortable position on the couch, you settling on his lap, arms around his shoulders. You two couldn't even care less if the door had been left unlocked when the people had left. It’s just your mouth sharing warmth with his; tongues dancing together in harmony. Just like the first time, he was craving for more, and he was able to relay that message when his teeth grazed at your lower lip, causing a moan to escape your lungs. He too groaned and by then you realized he is now rock hard underneath your heat, his thin shorts revealing himself to your clothed mound. 

“Fuck…” you did not expect yourself to be so turned on knowing you made your best friend erect just like that. All you did was wet kissing and well, maybe sitting right above his cock was what it all took.

You arched your back when you felt him squirm underneath you. He was definitely trying to move and find his rhythm, you thought, so you matched with his and rolled your hips against his erection.

“Damn….” he moaned so deeply with his hoarse voice. The friction between your clothed pussy and his bulge was enough to send you dripping to your core. Not even him, the most rational person you knew, can think straight at a moment like this: does he want to kiss your neck or pull you for another tongue wrestling? Does he want to tear all the annoying garments away from you? Does he want to set his cock free and let you sit on it, ride it if it’s too tempting for you? There’s one thing he knows though, he does not want to stop humping for now. The kind of pleasure the friction is giving him, plus the fact that he was doing such an erotic activity with not just any person but his best friend he had been fantasizing about lately was enough to send him nuts. He cannot even fathom what would happen if this escalates to something more, just having your warmth and your equally heightened libido had his focus on the now.

“You’re so hard, Jihoon.”

It felt so good and ego-boosting at the same time. Is he having a good time as well? He seems to like it as much as you do. His erection and hip movements to meet yours say it all: he wants you so bad and you feel proud someone actually desires you that much. When even was the last time you got laid? Was it a very long time ago? You aren’t sexually active yourself, and surprisingly, you’ve never been in a serious relationship as well. Maybe it wasn’t your priority, but having this heated session with your friend, you realized, you also craved to be touched, and be wanted. You wanted to be kissed deeply and ravenously, to be held possessively, and to be wanted as hungrily as how Jihoon was making you feel. Exactly as how Jihoon is obsessing for all that you are right now.

“Touch me. Please, Jihoon…” 

The dry humping must have had a drug, you thought. How come having all these annoying barriers on your skin makes all these way hotter than you thought it could be? Especially when Jihoon’s feisty hands made their way from your waist to the insides of your shirt while his sloppy kisses made their way to your neck. His cold hands cupping your breasts send electricity to your spine, causing you to moan out his name as dirty and needy as possible. Who could blame you, he was making you feel so good. His hands that created masterpieces are now invading your privacy, so sweetly yet so heavy with emotions. It was as if he was milking out lyrics to an explicit love song out of you, to match the melodies coming out of your lungs that harmonize with his.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he managed to say between breaths, as he enjoys playing with your now slightly free breasts that had slipped out of your bra. He is still a boy, you found that out long time ago, when you’ve caught him subtly staring at your chest during that one listening party night you were his plus one at a bar hosted by a producer friend and you just had to wear something skimpy and rather revealing, something to match the R&B vibe of the album. He did catch himself as well staring that time, and proceeded to lend you his suit because “the bartender was having the time of his life flirting with you," - went his alibi.

“Yeah? That’s why you wanted me so bad huh?—oh shit!” you moaned out loud when his hold on you became heavier, pushing you down to his hardened cock as if there were anymore spaces left in between.

Mouths agape, together you humped against each other's heat, only moans were resonating inside his studio alongside a minute sound of the friction cause by the fabrics.

“Fuck I think gonna cum, fuck,” Jihoon cursed, while his eyes were shut and his teeth gritted to concentration. “Fuck,” he humps against you harder as curses kept on rolling from his tongue, while your hips rolled faster to meet his tempo, moans pitched higher and higher. You were also close, and suddenly you were reminded this isn’t about you. You were helping your friend. And you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Wai-wha—what are you doing?” his voice sounded annoyed but you know better than to answer him. Legs folding on the floor as you positioned yourself in between his, not wasting time in pulling twice the constraints that were his shorts and underwear. His cock sprung healthily, all pink and angry, veins bulging out as if wanted to be traced by your tongue.

He hissed out of breath, confused if he wanted to surrender on the couch or look at you in a position he had only dreamt of once. 

No words need exchanging as you started sucking him off right there, mixing his precum with saliva, coating him down until your mouth can take. He had praises for you behind his teeth but all he could let out were needy guttural moans that translated how good you were making him feel anyway. You let his moans and the sight of him all sweaty and consumed fuck your system as the pool in your south continued to dampen your undies, the insides of your thighs getting ticklish, missing the attention it has gotten from him. Oh how badly you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, how badly you want him bucking his hips and drilling you so deep, how badly you wanted this thick cock of his inside you, stretching you oh so painfully yet so pleasurable.

“fuck… cant… anymore…” his shaky words were almost inaudible from all the dirty noises he was making, sounding even more gibberish while his body moved erratically to fuck your mouth, hands glued to your head to try to get his momentum, which did not take long as strings of cum exploded inside your mouth. You were quick to swallow, but most of his loads were still overflowing, racing down to your chin straight to your neck. It was one heck of a view, he thinks, as his chest heaves chasing his breath while appreciating a bit of the scene: his softening cock popping out of your mouth, before almost passing out.

“that was… really good.” it was probably an understatement to the euphoric climax he just had; his mind was still hazy from the release so he cannot find the correct words to tell you. But you were fine, the moans already sounded like praises to you. “That feels much better than I do with my own.”

“Of course it would,” you gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, and then dusting off the wrinkles on your clothes and adjusting your bra. “Takes two to tango.”

Confusion was then plastered on his face when you began fixing your hair and proceeding to face your back to grab your bag you left by the table. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving?”

“Who said you are?”

Somewhere in the room, his phone rings which he attentively checks. The name wasn’t supposed to annoy the hell out of him, but right now it almost spelled like a curse to him.

“You’re not leaving, please.” he grabs your hand as he takes the call from Bumzu. He knows you did not have your release, and he doesn’t want you carrying all that unreleased tension inside you when he himself had the best one tonight. 

You heard the other line asking how he was feeling now and that he had left something inside the studio and if it’s okay to go and get it. Jihoon agrees, not without a defeated sigh and a click of his tongue only you can hear.

“You know the passcode right? I think I’ll take my leave tonight, I don’t think I can wring anything out of my mind at this rate.”

You looked at him while shaking your head as a smirk forms on your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at him as if asking him what he was saying.

“Sure, actually we’ve been meaning to tell you that.” Bumzu seconds him, and asks about you right after. You heard him say Seokmin and Seungkwan had been asking if you weren’t busy and maybe hangout for a while as a way to thank you from earlier. Both guys had always been the sweetest among the bunch and although it was only out of courtesy, Jihoon can’t help but fume in jealousy, making himself lie to keep you in his (and ONLY HIS) sight for a while.

“She just left, I think she said she’s going for an early appointment tomorrow,” and ends the call soon when Bumzu bids his farewell and hopes of him getting well.

“I didn’t know you can lie to your brothers,”

“For an emergency yeah,” he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and now he was already leading you out of his studio to the elevator.

“You could just say you’re sending me home, that would sound a lot better,”

And then what, you finding out about how the guys had been teasing him about you since day one? Of course, he won’t let that happen. Not until he finds the time to finally be honest with himself and to you.

“So… my place or yours?”

-

stay tuned for part two for the hoo-haa ;)

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. TE PERDÍ ⭑

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary daniela messed up- badly. now, she’s standing in the rain, desperate to fix what she broke. but sometimes, wounds don’t heal, and some love stories don’t get second chances.

disclaimers: angst... because it's fun. cheater daniela (sorry), i used lizeth selene as a face claim, but there is no physical description in the fic, so you can imagine whoever!

01. 25. 25 10:43 pm

"hey, y/n... it's me. again."

"i know you probably won't listen to this, but i just -fuck, i don't know. i don't even know why i keep calling. i just- i can't stop thinking about you."

"i messed up, i know that. but please, just call me back."

01. 27. 25 12:17 am

"saw your post today. you looked good... happy."

"i mean, i guess that's the whole point, right? you're moving on. you're showing me that you don't need me. but-"

" - i need you."

"please, y/n. just let me talk to you."

2:04 am

"you wanna know the worst part?"

"i wake up, every morning, reaching for you. i still sleep on my side of the bed like you're gonna walk in any second and crawl under the covers like you used to... like we didn't fuck everything up."

"like i didn't fuck everything up."

"just tell me how to fix it... please. tell me what to do. say anything. say you hate me... just... don't leave me in silence."

—

you stared at you phone, thumb hovering over the play button on the next voicemail. 4:38 am. you don't press it. you already knew what it would play.

another broken apology. another desperate plea.

you should've blocked her. you should've deleted these messages days ago.

but some part of you -maybe the part that still remembered how daniela used to whisper 'I love you' against you skin- couldn't bring yourself to do it.

not just yet.

a loud knock at the door made you jump, breaking you out of a trance.

you already knew who it was.

you debated ignoring it, letting her stand out there in the rain until she finally got the message. But you knew dani. you knew she wouldn't leave until she had her answer.

exhaling sharply, you opened the door.

and there she was.

daniela avanzini. drenched, from head to toe, rain dripping from her lashes. her hoodie, soaked through

but her eyes- they were what undid you the most.

they weren't cocky, weren't full of the usual cheeriness daniela held.

they were just...pleading.

"y/n..." her voice was hoarse- desperate. "please."

you didn't say anything.

daniela swallowed hard, shifting on her feet. "can i-just five minutes. that's all i'm asking."

you hesitated. but then stepped aside.

daniela entered, dripping water onto the floor, but neither of you seem to care. she was too focused on you- like she was scared you'd disappear if she looked away.

"i fucked up," daniela started, voice raw. "i know that. and i know i don't deserve a second chance, but i need you to hear me."

you crossed her arms. "fine."

daniela let out a shaky breath. "i was an idiot, okay? i thought... i thought i could have it all. you. the group. the late nights. the fans." her voice grew quieter. "the girls."

you clenched your jaw.

daniela noticed and stepped closer, eyes shining. "but it wasn't real. none of it was real, y/n. it was just- just...bullshit. and by the time i realized that, by the time i realized you were the only real thing i had -" she stopped, shaking her head. "it was too late."

you inhaled sharply. "you cheated on me, dani." the words cut through the air like a blade.

daniela flinched. "I know." her voice was barely a whisper. "but i need you to know that it didn't mean anything. that she didn't mean anything."

you scoffed. "and i'm supposed to believe that?"

daniela's face crumpled. "you're supposed to believe that i love you."

you looked away, blinking hard. "you don't do that to someone you love."

daniela exhaled shakily. "i was scared.

you chuckled, head snapped up. "of what?"

daniela ran a hand through her wet curls, frustration flashing across her face. "of getting too close. of needing you more than i should." her voice cracked. "and i did. i needed you. and i fucked it up because i was too stupid to realize that needing you wasn't a weakness-"

all you could do is stare at her.

daniela stepped forward, hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if she was still allowed to.

"i can be better. i want to be better. for you. for us." she swallowed hard. "just give me one more chance."

you let out a bitter laugh. "one more chance?" you shook your head. "do you know how many times i've given you one more chance? how many times i let the late-night texts slide? the flirting? the bullshit excuses?"

daniela's shoulders sank.

"i loved you, daniela" you whispered. "god, i loved you..." your voice wavered. "and all i ever wanted was for you to love me enough to choose me. just me."

daniela's breath hitched.

"but you didn't." you swallowed the lump in your throat. "and i'm not gonna be the girl who keeps waiting for you to figure it out."

daniela took a step forward, eyes shining with something desperate. "but i have figured it out." her voice was breaking now, cracking under the weight of it all. "i choose you, y/n. i choose you right now. please, don't let this be the end."

your eyes burned. you wanted to believe her.

gosh, you wanted to.

But you couldn't.

you had spent too many nights waiting. too many nights wondering if you was enough.

and you refuse to do it again.

you exhaled softly. "i can't daniela."

daniela sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly. "y/n-"

"i can't," you repeated, firmer this time. "i won't."

daniela's face crumpled. for a second, she looked like she might argue again, like she might drop to her knees if it meant you would take her back.

but she didn't.

instead, she let out a slow, shuddering breath and nodded.

daniela glanced at the door, then back at you, memorizing you like it was the last time she'd ever see you.

because it was.

and when she finally turned and walked out, you didn't stop her.

you let the door close.

and outside, the rain kept falling.

and somewhere on your phone, another voicemail went unheard.

"i know i couldn't give you what you gave me”

“and even though i'm dying to have you here, i know i lost you... te perdí"

a/n: te perdí was literally the best song from rebelde. netflix was messy for not putting it on spotify. also this is my first time writing a fic so please lmk how it was 😭🙏

[jackiepackiee]

Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter Five

Masterlist

Prince Telemachus who is favored by Athena with a reader who's favored by Apollo. Both under the guidance of the god and goddess of wisdom and knowledge respectively. One a fierce warrior and the other a lovely musician. Yet complete opposites of their role when it comes to a peaceful artist and intimidating opponent.

Previously…

Looking embarrassed, he shrugged and his shoulders turned inwards a little.

Until you laughed. First, a small huff before a full giggle at his antics. Shocked and amused by his actions, you laughed.

And he thought it was the best sound ever, even better than the music from your lyre.

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“Where are you going?” You asked, your laughter dying down as you took in a breath and watched him.

His head tilted to the side and his hair fell over his forehead, his body was turning to go inside. “Your lessons?” He referenced, pointing to the hallway.

“We don’t have to do it inside.” You offered, leaning against the wall while sitting on the balcony's stone railing.

“My mother will be accepting us to be…” He started, until he saw the way the sun was glowing on your face so beautifully. Wind taking your clothing and making it flow like water around your body.

He stopped, clearing his throat and looking away to the sky in thought. “Well, the weather is lovely.”

You nodded, unaware of his type of gaze. Looking at the view yourself. “I’ve never seen this part of the island.”

What could be seen was a part of the beach that only the palace could see, placed in a way that was down far in the island like a cove. Letting the rest of the view be mountains, ocean, and sky.

And against it, Telemachus thought you looked like a goddess in front of such a view when he looked back at you.

Clearing his throat, he spoke again. “Then we should stay outside… so you can see the new view! Of course.”

Trying to get a better look below, past his training grounds to the rest of the nature, you tilted forward. As you leaned, he gently took your upper arm and shoulder into his hands and stabled you. Strong body keeping you from going too far over the railing. His face was flush, but he didn’t mind it while he acted.

“This is very high up, my lady.” Despite his nervousness that was obvious from the touch, he refused to let you get too close to the ledge.

In reaction, you laughed again. Not minding his touch as he guided you to stand on the balcony. Feet meeting the ground as you joked. “That is silly coming from the prince who just climbed all the way up.” Smiling, your eyes couldn’t help but close at his behavior.

Not being able to see him, you couldn’t see the way his face softened entirely as he took in your expression. Feeling his heart in his chest, aware of every beat that it made in its haste. He took his hands away from you when you stood balanced on the floor.

When you finally stopped laughing, you picked up your lyre into the proper position. Not seeing the way he quickly shook his head and got focused.

“Have you ever played an instrument?” You inquired, making sure all the strings were in tune.

“…no.” He admitted, adjusting the brackets of gold on his forearms nervously. Twisting them so he didn’t look too interested in talking with you.

As you listened for his answer, you nodded. “That’s okay. We all start somewhere.” You spoke absentmindedly, finishing your check of your lyre.

Continuing on, you looked up at him. “What do you know about music?”

“That you’re good at making pretty songs.” He responded quickly, not putting much thought into his answer. As he realized his compliment however, he tensed up. Shoulders tightening as he stood straight up and put his hands up defensively. Flush returned to his cheeks, which the close proximity didn’t hide. “I didn’t mean to be so bold. Apologies.” His voice sounded higher than before.

Seeing his panic at the apparent fear of making you uncomfortable in his forward comments, you felt something strange in your chest.

A pulling at your heart which seemed to grow faster. So much so that you could feel it, even hear it in your ears and get caught in your breath.

“You’ve heard me play enough to know that?” You asked, trying to spin the conversation away from either of your reactions.

“Well… I heard you the day you arrived here. And yesterday when we were introduced. As well as today when you played during my training.” He admitted, recounting all the times he’s heard you.

Unbeknownst to him, you’d only ever played simple tunes off the top of your head while he was around. Not enough to impress anyone, at least not in your mind.

Before you could argue, he continued. “I know it’s not much, and it’s not like I’ve asked you to play for me. But I enjoy how it sounds.” He leans against the wall, looking at your lyre as if trying to understand its structure.

“I’ve never been very good at art… My mother is the artist of the palace.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiled gently at his admission.

Hearing this, you shook your head at his words. “I’m sure you could be wonderful, so you mustn’t be so doubtful.”

The confidence you had in him was surprising, though it soothed his mind of his worries.

“Thank you.” He looked back up at your eyes as he thanked you, letting his face relax as he took in your calm expression.

For a while the two of you stood in silence, only being able to hear the ocean crashing against the cove below and birds occasionally swoosh by the balcony.

After a minute or two, he started to speak. Voice not shaky, but not entirely stable and confident as he tried to present himself as a prince. “Hey, um. Do you think you could play me a real song?” He looked out to the sky, watching a cloud, before continuing his request. “I’ve only heard you for short periods.”

Confused at his desire, you made it known. “That doesn’t sound like much of a lesson.” Your voice was calm as it was before, but you didn’t look away. In fact you seemed to be in thought while gazing at your lyre in your hands. Fingers ghosting over the strings.

“Well, I guess not.” He shrugged, mentally hitting his head at his mistake for what seemed like a silly request. It was only your second time meeting, and he couldn’t help but be so forward and awkward!

After a few more bouts of silence, you spoke. Gaze moving from your lyre to his expectant face. “…I’ll play something.”

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Hearing music play, the queen paced down the corridor slowly towards the sound. Her nurse and most trusted maid, Eurycleia, at her side.

“Is that your son playing, my queen?” Eurycleia questioned, following a few steps behind the queen as she walked towards the noise.

“I doubt it.” Her level voice said honestly. “It must be the girl, as I’ve heard she’s one of the best musicians in all of Greece.” Slowing down, she stopped her quick pace when she neared the balcony.

The two women did not dare peek past the stone pillars of the wall. Not wishing to be caught or interrupt the lesson.

Eurycleia whispered, “We can get a better view from the window down the hall.”

And with that, the two walked a few meters down and turned so they could spot the two of you on the balcony.

You were both the picture of content.

You, strumming your lyre as you gently draped yourself against the railing. Sun gleaming onto you as it lit up on your golden instrument. It was obvious you were in a position of comfort. Doing something you know and love.

And the prince, Telemachus, was watching attentively. Eyes flickering around from your face to your hands. Letting his guard down, and looking absolutely entranced. Almost like he heard a siren song.

Both of you adorning smiles as the beautiful melody, looking almost childlike.

A state Penelope hadn’t seen her son in for years since the suitors roamed the halls and spiked his pressure to become a man.

The queen and nurse smiled at the boy, never seeing him allow himself to be in such a natural state of self.

“I know music lessons would be a good idea.” The queen said, smiling at Eurycleia.

“All it took was finding the perfect teacher.”

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[delugyu]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request a one shot based on the GGUM mv where yeonjun is a cocky and bratty k pop idol that belittles everyone and basically the reader is like his mananger who’s had enough of his behavior and decides to teach him a lesson and he’s super submissive.

btw i LOVE your writing. cold, curse city was amazing <3

jumped for joy when i saw submissive yeonjun YAYYYYYYY (also thank you!!! hehe)

(wc: 2k / warnings: mean dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, reader’s kind of a bitch but yeonjun is too so it’s okay, degradation, humiliation, oral kinda idk eating pussy thru the panties, unprotected sex, edging..?)

you’re pretty sure that the biggest source of your headaches on any given day is the man you’re watching right now—on a tuesday at eight in the morning—who’s trying to convince you that the interviewer deserved it earlier when he called her an idiot.

“yeah, no. that’s never happening again,” you say plainly, cutting off his long-winded explanation. if only he could catch on when you’re trying to leave no room for argument, but unfortunately he has the most major case of lacking respect and decorum that you’ve ever seen.

“so you think it was okay for her to say that being bratty is my whole brand?” he asks.

“well, if you keep acting the way you do, then you can’t be surprised if that’s what people focus on.” you won’t lie: his brash personality is definitely good for gaining attention. his PR team never has to work too hard, since they know yeonjun’s going to do something stupid to get him on the news anyway. you’re jealous, cause you’re over here busting your ass to make sure he doesn’t go too far and ruin his career.

“i’d be selling a fake image if i was out there kissing babies and shaking hands,” yeonjun says.

“so the better alternative is running your mouth until half the country wants you beaten up?” you don’t want him to act like someone he’s not, but you also don’t want him to be such a dick to everyone.

“stop acting like you know me or the things i want,” he says. it lights a fire inside of you, rage burning at his insinuation. “i don’t want a nice, clean image. i fucking hate it when you try to force that onto me.”

he walks away into his dressing room, probably done with you and this conversation, but you’ve had it. you’re pissed, and he needs to learn that he doesn’t sit on top of the world. you mutter out quick apologies to the staff you push past in your haste to follow yeonjun.

before you can step into the room, yeonjun slams the door in front of your face. “yeonjun, are you fucking kidding me?!” you bang your fist against the door when turning the knob doesn’t work.

“go away,” he says from behind the door. you let out something like a growl in your frustration, feeling like you might just rip all your hair out. it’s too early to already be doing this.

“why do you throw fits every time i try to tell you to have some respect? you can never just bite your tongue for a second.”

you’re met with silence. you hate when he starts tuning you out. you’ll have to pop a few tylenols after this to keep your headache from killing you.

you start up once more, “you think anyone’s gonna look at your art before they look at you as a person? what’s the point in making good music if the person behind it is such a jackass?”

again, no reply. you sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to collect yourself. this isn’t worth it. he’s never going to change.

“i’m thinking i should just quit and let you deal with whatever asshole comes in after me,” you say, just trying to stir him into giving you a response now. you usually keep yourself from going back and forth with him like this, but he’s been on your nerves way too much recently. you were bound to explode with how much he’s been testing you.

the door finally opens. you don’t waste a second when you push it wider and enter the room, shutting it behind you. he’s crossing his arms, eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for you to scold him some more.

“you actually gonna quit, or was that all talk?” he asks.

you scowl and push on his shoulders until he’s sitting on one of the chairs. his eyes widen for a second like he’s surprised you actually put your hands on him. he should be grateful you don’t do worse.

“listen, i’m not going to take your shit anymore. i’m not giving you a choice. you need to have some respect.” you look down at him with ice cold eyes. he squirms a little in his seat; you almost find it funny.

“i don’t know how you expect me to do that. this is just how i am,” he counters.

“shutting your mouth would be a good start.” you put your hand over his lips when he opens them to start talking again. “see, you’re already trying to bark. just listen.”

you keep your hand there, and you’re kind of surprised that he doesn’t even try to move you away. your other hand grips the back of his chair so that you’re leaning over him, and you finally feel like you’re more powerful than him. you feel like he might listen to you for once.

“if you don’t want to be seen as a brat, then don’t be a brat,” you say. “you can have a tough image without annoying everyone. people see you more as a toddler than as some cool guy.”

his eyes dart down, and you realize that, with you leaning over him, he has a great view of your cleavage. he’s staring at your tits. scandalized, you grab his jaw to tilt his head all the way up, so he can either stare at the ceiling or look at your face. he chooses the ceiling.

“are you trying to make me hate my job? do you want me to quit?” you ask.

his eyes find yours at that, and you’re a little surprised to not find any fight in them. he shakes his head and keeps his mouth shut.

“you can answer now,” you say, letting go of his jaw.

“don’t quit, i like you as my manager,” he answers quickly. you huff out a laugh.

“well you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes—and sounds completely sincere, too.

you stand up straight, assessing him silently. you let your eyes rake down his body, noticing how he doesn’t move an inch. looks like you’ve finally put him in his place. it’s such a shame that it practically takes you bullying him to get to this point.

“so you’re gonna cool the tough guy act?” you ask.

“i dunno, maybe you should test how obedient i can be,” he prompts with a growing smile. wow, and you were doing so well.

“get off that chair.” immediately he does, standing up and waiting for his next instruction. you laugh at how pathetic his switch up is. you’d love for the nation to see yeonjun now, so eager to follow your orders. how far will he go?

you decide to test it out. “kneel.”

he’s just as quick to follow through with that, too. a power rush is already surging inside you, pumping adrenaline through your body. he looks up at you from his position on his knees. there’s still some space between you, though.

“come a little closer. crawl to me.” your pleased smile stays on your face as you watch him obey, keeping eye contact as he inches toward you.

“this is so funny,” you say as you look down at him. for the first time in your life, you see him look embarrassed. his eyes dart off to the side, unable to take the torment. “eyes on me. don’t you dare try looking away again.”

his cheeks glow with a subtle red tint, you notice as you take in his face. “would you be so kind as to apologize to me again?” you ask.

“i’m sorry,” he answers promptly.

“hm. better than that.”

he looks confused, but you know he’s desperate to follow because he’s quick to oblige. “i’m sorry i was such a brat to you and everyone else.”

“you were a brat. what do you think brats like you deserve?”

you feel him shiver. “punishment,” he answers meekly.

“that’s right.” you place your foot on his crotch, not paying any mind to how hard he is already. “what a shame you were so bad. you could’ve came today.” you take your foot off him and spread your legs apart. “get me nice and wet for your cock.”

“w-what?” he stammers, looking up at you all scandalized.

“i’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” with all the eagerness he’s ever had, yeonjun grips onto your thighs and dips his head beneath your skirt. he starts licking your cunt over your panties, tongue working adamantly against you like he’s scared to do it wrong or poorly.

you sigh, relaxing into the feeling. this is better stress relief than any amount of medicine could give you. maybe you’ll be resorting to this more often.

he wraps his lips around your clothed clit and sucks, then swipes his tongue across the swollen bud. he’s deeply focused on pleasuring you, repeating any little action that makes your legs twitch. you hate to admit it, but he’s getting you wet so fast.

“guess this is the only way to shut you up, huh?” you ask, and you feel him nod in response. “should i do this more then?”

“yes,” he pulls away to say, replacing his mouth with his fingers rubbing quickly against you. “do it as much as you want.”

“is the promise of pussy the only way you’ll—fuck, just like that—respect me?” his fingers run wildly over your clit, desperation oozing off of him.

“only yours. i’ll do anything for it.” he presses into your core, grinding his hand against you. “you’re so wet. please sit on my cock.”

you hum, wanting to say no and torture him more, but you can’t deny how bad you want to feel him inside you.

“sit on the chair and undo your pants,” you instruct. you slide off your panties as he does that.

you sit on his lap and give his dick a few quick jerks before aligning it with your entrance. he makes more noise than you do as you sink onto him, which would make you snicker if you weren’t so busy adjusting to his size.

“you moan like a bitch,” you hiss out as you finally take all of him in. you stay bottomed out for a minute, letting yourself get used to the stretch, grinding your hips every now and then to hear him whine.

“please move, i need more,” he says after a minute.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you start moving anyway—not because he begged you to, but because you’re getting needier for your orgasm. “this isn’t about you, brat.”

he keeps whining as you bounce on his dick, throwing his head back and dropping his mouth open. he sounds so much better when he’s moaning like a whore instead of bitching at everyone on earth.

you gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, playing with the bud with endless need. even when he bites his lip, little noises keep spilling out of him, and a part of you is almost afraid that someone’s going to hear him.

“i’m close,” you say as you lean back a little, letting his dick hit a new spot inside of you. his eyes shine when he sees your body start twitching.

“i want you to cum so bad, please please give it to me!” his begging throws you ever the edge, biting your lip so you don’t make any sound. breathy little noises escape you instead, which yeonjun seems to like just as much.

you swat his hand away when it becomes too much, catching your breath while you ignore yeonjun’s twitching dick inside of you. yeonjun’s losing his patience, grabbing your hips needily.

“i need to cum too,” he says, brows upturned and almost looking pitiful. you enjoy the feeling of him inside you for a couple more seconds before getting up.

“isn’t that too bad,” you say. his jaw drops, and he goes speechless yet again. “don’t look so surprised. didn’t i tell you that you won’t be cumming today?”

the betrayal on his face suddenly makes this job worth every penny.

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Master & Servant

You either had become too comfortable in your position or you’d gotten too used to scolding the kids; either way, Bruce suddenly found himself at the end of your lectures. As the boss, he should have nipped it in the bud, but, truthfully, he liked it. He enjoyed the way you reigned him in when he got a bit too silly or arrogant—Even Alfred had come to appreciate his behavior a bit more afterward (especially when your reprimands pertained to Alfred doing work a man his age shouldn’t have been doing).

The kids had gone to school, and Bruce, after a night of festive activities, decided it would be best to stay home. He was in the middle of signing some documents when you knocked on the door to his study before entering with a cool expression on your face. Bruce didn’t bother to look up as you crossed the room to his desk, thinking you were there to cure a bit of your boredom. When a lacy pair of red panties slid in front of his paperwork he had to look up at you. 

“What’re you doing?” He said, pushing his chair away from his desk. Were you coming onto him?

You were quick to reach across and pull him back close to you. “Not so fast there, hon’. We have to talk.”

“I’m starting to think we do if this is how you seduce me,” Bruce said as he threw the underwear back toward you. 

You sighed before saying, “These—” You waved around the little piece of fabric. “—Were from your date last night.”

Bruce only managed out an, “Oh.”

“Oh. Would you like to know where I found them?” You spat out. No, he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t about to start answering rhetorical questions. “In the kids' playroom.” 

“Shit,” Bruce seethed out. He had been to a gala earlier in the evening, and, to keep the reporters at bay, decided to bring a pretty lady home. The sex was to relieve some stress, and, usually, he would be careful about where he had his intimate relations. But, he was so pent up that he must have been a bit reckless. That wasn’t like him at all, and he would ensure that it never happened again.

“Don’t leave things like this in there again, please,” You gritted out, tone stern and curt. “It’s incredibly irresponsible. Especially around young children, Mr. Wayne!”

“I know, you don’t need to tell me.” Bruce felt a lightness in his chest, almost fluttering. 

You threw the underwear in his lap. “Apparently I do! Imagine if Duke or Damian found that?”

Bruce was mortified at the thought, but mumbled, “We could always say it was yours.”

If looks could kill Bruce would be dead. You were not in the slightest bit amused and told him as much. You mentioned that the underwear wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg of the issue at hand. 

“You can fuck wherever you want, Bruce, but don’t do it around my kids. They don’t need to get caught up in your fucked up sex life!”

He knew it would be a bad time to point out that they were actually his kids. Overall, he agreed and promised you to never do it again. That seemed to pacify you, more so when he apologized for suggesting that they could pass off the panties as yours. 

 You expressed in a more calming tone, “I know you love the kids, but they’re already having a hard time coping with the rumors about you in the media. Don’t make it any worse by bringing it off the pages into their safe spaces.”

This is what Bruce liked about your reprimands, they brought reality back to him when lost it. You seemed done giving him a rightfully deserved scolding and began to take your leave. 

He called out to you, though, beckoning you back. When you approached, Bruce rounded his desk to get a bit closer to you. “Thank you for…being blunt with me.”

“Someone needs to,” You were quick to say. “Though, I’m starting to wonder who's the boss.”

Bruce smiled and chuckled, agreeing that the line had been blurred in moments like these. Looking down at the underwear in his hands, he finally got the courage to ask, “How’d you know they were my dates?” 

You smirked and laughed a little as you began to leave. “I don’t wear cheap panties. Do you need a lesson on that, too?”

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The Return

Bear and Bug 🐻🐞

a/n: surprise!! kirby talked me into splitting this part up, so you all get one more part of the main conflict after this!! enjoy!!!

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Three weeks had passed since you arrived at Cole’s place, and he’s been trying everything under the sun to get you to return to the lake house with him. Today, after getting out of bed, you find out he’s pulled out the big guns. When you walk into the living room, you’re met with not only Cole but also Trevor and Alex. Apparently, Cole had filled them in on the situation, and they changed their flights to Montreal to come help. 

“C’mon. It can’t be that bad. I know for a fact Jack misses you,” Trevor is currently trying to encourage you to come with them, your packed suitcase sitting beside him. At some point during the night, they had snuck into your room and packed your bags, leaving you with no “good” excuse not to go with them.

“You talked to him?” your head shoots toward Trevor, hope filling your eyes. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“...No,” he looks toward the ground as he speaks, “but! I know Jack, and I know he’s probably falling apart at the seams if you two haven’t talked in three weeks. You’re his person. He’s probably dying right now.”

“Oh, great. I’m killing my best friend! This is exactly what I was worried about when Quinn and I got together. He’s been having such a tough time, and I’ve made it a hundred times worse. I’ll be lucky if he ever talks to me again.”

“You’re right. She is being dramatic,” Alex whispers to Cole before stepping forward to try to comfort you. “Look, sweetheart, the only way to make this any better is to bite the bullet. I know you’re scared, but you can’t keep running away from it.”

You were silent for a moment, shocked by the wisdom from Alex. After gathering your thoughts, you spoke, “You’re right. Let me go be sure you all got everything, and then we can head out.”

“No way that worked,” Cole couldn’t believe their plan worked in their favor.

“Bro, when did you become a shrink?”

~~

The tension at the lake house was higher than ever. Ellen and Jim had given up on trying to help their sons work out their issues, so they drove back home for a while, letting the boys stew in their anger. The boys had done nothing except that. Quinn and Luke silently shared an alliance while Jack either ignored them completely or began picking fights. 

“Hope you two are ready to go running back to your precious Bug,” Jack told the other two boys as he walked to the kitchen to grab a snack.

“What do you mean?” Luke answered, sass written all over his question.

“Trev just texted me. He, Alex, and Cole just boarded their flight. With Bug.”

“She’s coming back?” Quinn couldn’t hide the hope in his voice. He didn’t care how Jack felt anymore. He was miserable, and he needed his Bug. 

“Don’t get all excited. That doesn’t mean she’s getting back together with you,” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you think she’s coming back for you,” Luke doesn’t even attempt to hide the sneer in his voice.

“She’s my best friend, Lukey. Of course, she’s coming back to get in my good graces.” 

“Are you kidding me? Look at how you’ve been treating her, Jack! We’re all lucky she’s even coming back at all!” Quinn is angry now. You’ve probably been hurting more than he has for the past three weeks, and Jack is acting all high and mighty like you’ll come crawling back to him. As far as Quinn is concerned, you don’t need to come crawling back to anybody. If anything, the three of them owe you an apology.

“Of course, you’re sticking up for her! God, she has you wrapped around her finger! You’re so whipped you can’t see that she’s the problem here!”

“No, you don’t get to do that. You know Quinn is right. You’ve been horrible to her, and she deserves an apology. From all of us, honestly. Jesus, I mean, she even put you’re feelings above her happiness. She and Quinn could have been so happy, but you were complaining about how horrible the NHL is every night, so her main concern was protecting you. Mind you, you are not one of the two people in that relationship, so the fact she took your feelings about it into account at all is a kind of grace that you obviously don’t deserve. Why don’t you get down from your high horse and think about everything Bug has done for you? Then, you can tell us if she’s the one that needs to apologize or not,” Luke doesn’t give Jack time to answer, walking off as soon as he finishes his speech. Quinn doesn’t hesitate in following, only giving Jack a sharp look before making his way to your room once again. He found Luke already there, so they sat on your bed together, putting on a movie and soon falling asleep.

Jack, now alone in the living room, takes the time to do as Luke said. He thought back to when he knew you’d be his best friend forever. You two had silently agreed to have separate friend groups at school, but when you saw Jack’s friends had left him alone one day at lunch, you left your friends to go sit with him. They stopped talking to you after that, but you were fine with it because you had Jack. He thought about everything you had sacrificed for him, even skipping out on joining an afterschool club because it would conflict with some of his game times. How many times had you put Jack first, even when you could’ve had something really good for you if you had put yourself first? He could think of at least one: Quinn. He’s a horrible best friend. 

Jack lost track of how long he sat there, losing himself in his thoughts that were slowly becoming more and more self-deprecating, but before he knew it, he heard the front door opening. Moments later, he jumps to his feet when he sees you walk into the living area.

“Hey,” he says, slightly out of breath.

“Hey.”

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-Leona’s Pride and Prejudice-

(This story is from Leona's perspective anytime the events of book three. It does include mention of the Cloudcalling on the Savanna event. I only know information from the English server story and events so sorry if anything is terribly out of character. This fic is platonic and is cannon for my Yuu-sona, but I do just call them (Yuu) in the story [she/her] [feminine terms]. Hope you enjoy!)

(Triger Warning: cussing, derogatory terms, drunk individual, and some sexual harassment towards (Yuu).)

I had a hard time understanding the Ramshackle prefect. She would put up with things that would piss most people off and then fly off the handle at things that only seemed to bother her. Hell, she seemed more pissed at me for not wanting to let her stay in Savanaclaw while she dealt with the octopunk then she was at me for overbloting. She would entertain Grim, Cheeka, and freshmen alike while they did every annoying thing they possibly could, but then lose her mind at Jamil just brushing by her in the hallway without saying a quick apology. 

I could never tell what she was going to do next. I would find myself observing her whenever she came near, making a game out of trying and failing to predict her choices. I would guess she was getting a sandwich for lunch only to get the fish platter and give it to Grim. I would think she came to the library to read or research only to find her pulling out a pen to work on a paper for class. I couldn’t understand her. 

Once again, it was time to play the game. I had hidden in a large tree near mainstreet to sleep, using the people below as some sorta white noise. However, (Yuu) had entered the picture, keeping me awake. The statues had gotten dirty as migration had caused flocks of birds to pass over campus during the changing seasons, leading the headmaster to commission his little errand-runner to clean them. 

She was working on the King of Beasts' statue when I noticed that a group of sophomores had stopped to talk and loiter on the side of the street. I didn’t even notice them at first, but they kept raising their voices to force everyone around to listen.

“Maybe people wouldn’t hate her so much if she wasn’t such a bitch,” the leader of the imbeciles spat, pointing the words at (Yuu), “Maybe then she’d have someone who wants to keep her around.”

“Maybe,” another boy took (Yuu)’s lack of response as a go ahead to keep pushing, “she needs someone to put her in her place.”

The leader wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk. I couldn’t even hear what he was saying properly anymore. My head was racing. As the insults kept hurling towards her, I kept watching for a reaction. Nothing. It’s like she wasn’t even hearing them. 

On the one hand, I knew she could handle herself. Seven knows she can dish out even more than she takes. Plus, she’s dealt with more overblots than anyone with nothing more than her own physical ability to keep her safe. I knew that she could send those cocky assholes to the dirt if she really wanted to. But she didn’t. I kept waiting. 

“I would understand her ego if she wasn't such an ugly prude,” One of the boys snickered, “You would think she’d want to show off the only ‘nice’ thing about her, but she always covers up those long legs of hers.”

She ignored them again, climbing onto the statue base to get bird poop off the mane. They kept getting louder and it was starting to piss me off. They made comments that were more and more specific and vile. I knew she could handle herself, but I also knew that I could handle it. I started to run out of patience. 

“And what is with those freshmen she hangs out with?”

I finally saw her react. It was small and subtle enough to where I don’t even think the assholes saw it. But she froze for a second. I could almost see her switch from ignoring them completely to analyzing everything by the second.

“They are so stupid! I don’t think a single one of them is going to pass their classes,” the boy rolled his eyes, “Plus those guys are weak as hell. I bet any one of us could beat the shit out of any of them while the bitch just watched.”

“Say that again?” (Yuu) had finished with the mane of the statue and was now leaning against it while towering over the sophomores, “I fear my ears may be fooling me.”

“He said,” The leader took over for his friend, approaching the statue in some attempt to look threatening, “that any one of us could beat the shit out of any of those dumbass freshmen while all you did was bitch and moan about it while sobbing your eyes out.”

“Cool,” She jumped down from the statue, leaving the cleaning supplies on the base, “So now that you’ve gotten your delusions out of your system, you can start preparing for the consequences of running that shithole you call a mouth.”

“Oh really?” He got in her face, I was almost out of patience, “And what consequences are those? You getting on your knees to beg for mercy on behalf of your little boy toys?”

“Nope.”

She socked him in the face. It was a perfect attack. A clean hit to the jaw before driving her knee into his crotch. She moved back as the friends went in to make their own attacks. I actually recognized the tactics she used as she quickly dodged and hit the others. They had been the same techniques I had taught at the Bead Brawl tournament.

Soon all of them were hauling their sorry asses to the infirmary. I knew she wouldn’t get in trouble because idiots like those wouldn’t admit they got their ass handed to them by a magicless girl. 

She just moved on to start cleaning the next statue. It was like nothing had happened.

I was in one of the trees in the courtyard, once again trying to sleep while Ruggie was in PE. (Yuu) entered the courtyard in her own PE uniform, probably at a break in her schedule after her own flying class. She sat at the fountain and began reading some history book. I didn’t recognize it from Trein’s class, so I assumed it was one of her ‘fun’ reads. 

I could see a pair of Savanaclaw freshmen at a table near the fountain, and I could see them talking in hushed voices. If I had been anyone else I wouldn’t have heard them, but being me, I did.

One of the students was a jackal beastmen, “I still can’t believe that lazy prick is King Falena’s brother. I’m so glad there's no chance he’ll be king. He’d run the country into the ground.”

“Dude,” One of the other student’s joined in the conversation, “You didn’t even see his meltdown. The dude almost disintegrated Ruggie with that terrifying spell of his. He must be real fucking stupid to try and kill the one person who puts up with his lazy ass.”

I watched as (Yuu) slammed her book closed, not bothering to mark her place, “Could you twats shut your traps?”

 “Excuse me?” The second boy looked at her with disgust and confusion, “We’re having a private conversation.”

“Yeah,” She stood, “Loud enough for anyone in the school to hear. Plus, what your saying is bullshit. I’m not letting bullshit interrupt my reading during my half-an-hour of peace, solitude, and quiet.”

The beastman stood, trying to use his size to get her to back down, “Look, I’m just expressing an opinion. Why do you even care? It’s not like he’s ever done anything for you. He’s just lazy.”

“And that’s how I know you’re just imbeciles who don’t know anything other than what you’ve been told to believe,” She stared him in the eye and showed no signs of backing down, “What exactly do you expect from him? Do you expect perfection without praise? Perfection without any hope for something to come out of it? Do you expect him to make plan after plan to improve everything for everyone else only to get shot down because it’s his idea and not someone else's or because it hasn’t been done before? Do you expect him to try and improve the lives of the people who are figuratively slapping him in the face on the regular? Try to be productive while being ignored, constantly overshadowed, and being put down by everyone around you. After you do that, then you can shoot the shit all you want and I won’t complain.”

“Why are you being so defensive about this?” The other student interjected, “You of all people should know how destructive he is. You’re the one who dealt with his overblot.”

“Exactly,” She smiled a wicked smile that sent a chill through me, “I dealt with it. You cried in the corner. It’s not that he’s scary. You’re just a coward. Plus, it is rich of you to call him lazy or stupid when you are completely aware of his little scheme to win the spelldrive tournament. The plan was actually well thought out and took a good deal of effort. The only folly was that he underestimated me. And Seven knows that he never made that mistake again. He’s constantly aware of every factor he can’t predict. That takes intelligence and diligence. Now will you please give me my…” she checked a pocket watch that someone must have given her at some point, “twenty three remaining minutes of peace, solitude, and quiet?”

The freshmen were silent. The jackal-boy sat back down. An odd emotion swirled inside of me. She seemed to somewhat get it. Everything she had said about me was at least a thought that had crossed my mind at one point or another. Sure it wasn’t everything, and it wasn’t like she knew everything. However, it was odd that she could read that much of me. Especially since I thought her head was too far up her ass to see others so intimately, let alone me.

She sat back down at the fountain and the freshmen left the courtyard. Part of me hoped she would look in my direction. Show some kinda sign that she only said those things or intervened because she knew I was watching. Some part of me thought that would make it seem less personal. Make it feel like she was doing it with some ulterior motive of gaining my favor or getting me to ‘owe’ her. But she didn’t.

She just sat down and began reading again. 

She was strange.

She could handle herself. I knew that. I had seen that first hand. She could fight or outwit any of the other herbivores. But I could never understand her. 

I don’t even know what possessed me to take the bus into town. An odd craving for this one sandwich made by a local business that refuses to deliver and an absent Ruggie maybe. 

(Yuu) was also on the bus. I found myself almost following her when she got off. She had a bag with some books in it, so I assumed she was trading them in at that one bookstore full of used literature. I told myself that I was just going the same direction as her because the two businesses were near one another, but part of me knew it was just to see what she would do.

She turned the corner and ran smack into a man that was all but blocking the entrance to the bookstore. 

“Pardon me,” She didn’t smile as she moved to walk past the man.

“Hey,” Even from the distance I had put between her and myself, I could smell that the man reeked of booze. He hiccuped, “What’s the rush pretty lady? Got a hot date or something?”

“No,” She kept a neutral expression, “Just errands and a limited time to do them.”

He stopped her from moving past him, “Well then why don’t you stay a while? Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be all alone. Plus,” I could see him scan her form, “I’m sure I could find something good to entertain both of us.”

I wanted to rip his head off. He was being annoying and (Yuu) at least deserved some assistance after she went out of her way to defend me. However, I knew she could handle herself. I waited and watched for her to do something. For her to punch and kick, knocking him to the ground like those asshole sophomores. For her to talk him into the grave and bathe him in shame like she had with the freshmen. But it was nothing. She let him keep going.

“Why aren’t you smiling? Beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be frowning,” He put his arm against the wall, keeping her in place, “Come on sexy, smile for me.”

Why wasn’t she doing anything? I know she didn’t typically do what I would think she would do in any given situation, but to do nothing? What in the name of the seven was going on in her head? 

I didn’t even notice I wandered closer until (Yuu) and I made eye contact. I had never seen that look in her eyes. It wasn’t exactly fear or numbness, but an odd mix of the two. As if she had completely disassociated but some small part of her was screaming for help. I didn’t even think she realized that it was my eyes she was looking into. She only knew that it was someone who could possibly help. 

She could handle herself. But not right now.

“Hey,” I found myself gripping onto the man’s shoulder, “Leave.”

“Excuse me?” He swayed as he turned to try and confront me.

“You’re drunk, not deaf,” I nearly growled, “I told you to leave.”

“What’s your deal?” He seemed even more drunk close up, “It’s none of your business. I’m just talking to a pretty lady. What happened to being a bro and not cockblocking a perfect stranger?”

Sevens the bastard was drunk off his ass. 

“Leave before I tear your fucking head off,” I grinned to show off my teeth, “Or don’t. I don’t mind catching a charge.”

The man put his hands up in surrender, “Whatever dick cheese. A guy can’t shoot his shot with a sexy lady anymore? Sevens!” 

I didn’t take my eyes off him until he completely disappeared into the streets. I just hoped someone called the police on his ass for public intoxication or some shit.

“Leona?” (Yuu) finally spoke again, the look in her eyes replaced by her normal neutral or annoyed tone, “What are you doing here?”

“Getting a sandwich,” I put my hands in my pockets, “What else?”

She sighed, “Can we just not talk about what just happened? It’s a pain in the ass.”

I tried not to smile, “Yeah. It sure is.”

I went with her to the bookstore and she followed me to the sandwich place. The day was filled with a comfortable silence, only broken by random comments that never really led to a full conversion. It was nice. Plus, I no longer felt like I needed to pay her back for her defending me to those freshmen. It was a win-win situation. 

It still didn’t stop me from thinking about it. She had no trouble standing up to people at school for talking shit about me and her freshman. However, she seemed to completely shut down when it was about her. I didn’t get it.

She sat next to me on the bus as the sun set. She laid her head back on the seat and I could see the moment that she fell asleep. It was oddly peaceful. 

… 

I had a hard time understanding the Ramshackle prefect.

[romancefranaticstay]

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Han Jisung Captain Falcon x Y/N Princess of Alderaan

STARWARS AU

(i first want to apologies for not posting in a while. It may sound stupid, but i forgot my password because. i have a new laptop and i had to login again, but i am here back again.)

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In a galaxy far far away....

Han Jisung , a Captain of the Millennium Falcon, who has a pretty arrogant humoristic side and also a mate Chewbacca. A legendary duo. You were the princess of Alderaan....

and what are the chances that a charismatic , good-looking captain and a serious, gorgeous princess would fall together?

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You and Han weren't that close, even tho he rescued you out of the death star. You saw him as an arrogant smugler who just wants your money.

"Could you stop pissing me off for once?" you said as you were walking through the halls of the Millenium Falcon. Han had been following you around to keep an eye on you.

"I have to protect you, making sure you don't get kidnapped again, princess."

"I can handle this situation better off without you." you pushed him aside.

"Woah woah woah, don't push me away like that." "You never learned your manners "Highness""

You ignored him and went straight to the cockpit, where was a place to sit down and finally relax for a bit. He leaned against the doorframe as he saw you sitting down.

"Annoying brat" he thought in his head.

He sat on the controlers seat. The tension was big in the room. You both looked straight ahead without saying a single word.

"You could try to act nice for once." he grumbled.

"Excuse me? I am trying my very best to be nice."

"Well you could try a little harder, wouldn't hurt anybody."

"Could you stop rambling on, every single moment!"

"Me? Rambling on?-"

You two were throwing words at eachother. Han wasn't focusing anymore at what was ahead of the ship. You both were standing up from your seats because of how furious you both were.

Suddenly there was a *bonk*, which made you both lose balance. As you fell backwards , back in your seat, he fell forwards towards you. He quickly putted his hand behind your head. His other hand was placed against the seat to avoid crushing you. The ship was flying into asteroids, the alarm went off.

Han and you kept staring into eachothers eyes, the alarm as a kind of background music. When the door opened you pushed him quickly off you. Members of the crew came inside the cockpit.

"Captain, the mechanisme of the ship has been taking a turn down."

He looked at you before groaning, focusing his attention back to the others.

"You, got get Chewbacca, you go check everybody's safety." the members stormed off. He than pointed at you "you, listen to me for once in your lifetime."

You looked up at him. "You will stay here, on the particular seat. I need to have you in my sight understood?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I do not find your undertone very welcoming."

He clenched his jaw and leaned down. Placing his hand on the back of your seat.

"It isn't supposed to be welcoming....princess." he said through gritted teeth. His eyes kept being locked with yours. He was very controling at the moment, but you kinda liked that.

"Okay....sir...." you said back through gritted teeth. He smirked a bit "good"

You sat up and sat, like Han wanted, there. He controled the ship, into the asteroids.

"This doesn't seem like a good idea." you said under your breath.

"Well princess....you don't seem to see everything."

The ship moved fiercly. You had to hold balance a bit, your nails digging into the chair. Han glanced over at you and smiled. He liked the sight.

"Yeah hold on tight...." he said to himself.

Chewbacca entered and started pressing certain buttons. You didn't know what he was doing, but....it seemed to go well. As an asteroid seemed to get very close to the ship, Han shouted:

"Punch it!"

The ship went as fast as the speed of light. You were a bit nervous and accidently gripped into Han's hand. The little things you did, drove Han insane, even tho you had a big mouth from time to time.

You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed heavily. You could feel his thumb caressing your hand, soothing you.

"You can open your eyes...." he whispered, keeping his finger interlocked with yours.

You looked straight ahead and saw you were out of the asteroid field. You sighed and could finally relax. When you finally realised you were holding his hand, you immediatly backed down.

"Hey hey, i thought you liked holding my hand."

"It is not appropiate, you know that very well Han Jisung."

"Well well, never heard you say my full name before."

"Well you better get used to it."

"Oh do i?" he smirked "well you mean you will yell at me a lot....or scream my name a lot....?"

"Why are you asking me the same question?" you tilted your head.

He laughed and tilted his head with the same motion.

"Never knew you were so innocent....hmm well it isn't worth explaining it now....maybe later."

"Well than don't waste my time." you stood up from your seat.

"I will now going to move myself to another location, far away from you....especially you."

You opened the door and walked away, back into the halls of the Millennium Falcon. He sighed and stood up himself. Looking from the doorway how you were making your way.

He must say he found your attitude endearing, maybe a bit too much endearing.

You were tired, exhausted and just wanted to go take a nap somewhere. You went to the Captain's Quarters, where must be a bed to sleep in or atleast a lounge. You didn't know it was the Captain's Quarters and you for surely didn't realise Han slept there.

You opened the door and saw a big very modern technologic bed. Seemed comfortable enough. You did your hair lose and got out of your clothes. Only wearing socks, white shorts and a white blouse.

You did the lights off before nestling yourself in the comfortable bed. You sniffed against the pillows when you smelled something familliar.... it smelled manly....like perfume....

You dozed off in a deep sleep, not knowing Han approached the bed, seeing you lay there. He wrapped his hands around your body to carry you in bridal style.

"This is my bed princess...." he whispered softly. You whimpered as you felt yourself out of the warm blankets. You snuggled into his chest as it was very warm.

He smiled and walked with you in his arm to another room in the Captain's Quarter, where you could relax too. You opened your eyes and finally realised who has been carrying you. You actually didn't mind....but....

"Han? What are you doing?"

"Ahh, your eyes are finally open....well you were sleeping in my bed my Highness."

He brough you to a door and placed you back on your feet.

"Where did you bring me? What is this?"

He opened the door for you " a bed to sleep in obviously."

"Why couldn't i just sleep there? "

He placed his hand against the wall "because i don't think you would have liked....my arms around you...." he leaned closer "....especially around your waist....cuddling...." you looked up at him, your breath hitched a bit.

"Well....you...." you cleared out your throat "you made the right decision...."

"Yeah? Well that must be very mature of me, right?'

"Yeah sure."

"Cmon say it, that was very mature of me."

"Well okay we can concl-" he putted his finger on your lips

"Just say that it was mature...."

"It was....mature....of you."

He was proud he had broke your tought exterior for a bit.

"Well thank you my Highness...." he took your hand and kissed the palm.

"I will keep making you proud."

"Good....very good"

"Goodnight princess."

"Goodnight....Han...."

"I thought you would call me by my full name?"

"Well i thought you wanted me to scream it instead?"

He laughed "So you did know what it meant?"

"Well there is a lot i know"

"Oh really?" he stroked his hand through your hair "would you mind tell me?"

"Well you have to find that out yourself."

You impulsive kissed his cheeked and slammed the door close into his face.

"Well....feisty one."

[gaycragula]

A Lovely Hunting Trip

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway x Male Reader Warnings: Suggestive, internalized homophobia a little bit Word Count: 1536 Masterlist

You’d met Connor a while ago. He’d helped you fend off a pack of wolves that had attacked you and your small camp, offered you a place at his ‘homestead’ as he’d called it. And, of course, you accepted. You were in need of a home regardless and having something stronger than a flimsy tent to keep the wolves out sounded wonderful. Of course, it didn’t come completely for free. 

You were a hunter and, along with Myriam, you helped keep the Homestead fed. It was worth it though.

Connor had let you stay in the manor while your home was built. A kind and determined soul, if not a little.. Strange. You’d initially thought he was cold- his answers were always short and he didn’t seem to go out of his way to talk to you. 

But you’d come to realize that it was just how he was. He seemed willing to listen to you as you talked to him, offering small nods and soft hums of acknowledgement to let you know he was listening. 

As such, you found yourself.. drawn to the native. You caught yourself watching him more and more and, on the occasion that Connor pointed it out (because he definitely knew you were staring every time you did it), your face would heat up and you’d profusely apologize for the staring.

Yet, you couldn’t keep him out of your head. Even after your home had been completed and you were no longer ‘living’ with him. He was on your mind almost constantly and you didn’t even know why. It’s not like he’d ever shown actual interest in you. He seemed preoccupied with his duties as an assassin.

On the occasion that Connor did his rounds, checking on everyone, you found yourself wishing he’d stay a bit longer, talk to you a little more.

It hits you hard. You were in love. You were in love with Connor. You were doomed.

Your interactions with Connor get more awkward on your side after your realization. And you can tell Connor notices. He always does. He stands closer to you when he stops by to converse, lingers a bit longer than he normally does..

Is he.. teasing you? You honestly couldn’t tell. It seemed so out of character for Connor to ‘tease’ someone. Yet the way he was doing seemed so.. In character. The thought of it sends butterflies through your stomach.

But at the same time, how do you even approach someone about that? A man in love with another man? That’s just.. looked down upon. But then again, Connor never did care what people thought of him. 

It all comes to a head when Myriam gets ill and you have to ask Connor to accompany you on a hunting trip. It was safer to take two people out. Especially now. Winter was coming, bears were preparing for hibernation, they were going to be a little more.. Ballsy. You and Myriam had run into one once already. 

Thankfully, Connor was willing to join you without many questions. So now it was just the two of you walking through the woods.

It’s quiet between the two of you save for the quiet whistling of the fall wind that will soon bring winter. It’s still chilly as is. You’re wearing some of your warmer clothes, Connor wearing his trademark assassin’s robes which were already warm. 

The leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange. Most are still attached to trees though some have fallen, crunching softly under yours and Connor’s feet. 

You find yourself ‘sneaking’ glances at Connor as you walk, admiring his profile. You don’t think he notices- perhaps a foolish thought on your part. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Connor. “You tend to stare a lot,” he says. His voice holds no malice and, in fact, you might even say he sounded amused. 

You feel your face heat up as you look away from him. This was the first time he’s called you out on it. And you know you can’t deny it. 

“Apologies,” is all you can manage. The soft sound of Connor’s chuckle just warms your face more and you make the foolish decision to glance over at him again. 

And you make eye contact with him. 

You nearly trip over a root. Connor stabilizes you with an arm around your stomach and you’re keenly aware just how warm his body feels even through your jacket. You wonder how good he’d feel against your bare skin..

You shake the thought quickly and thank Connor for keeping you from falling face first. Damnit, were you distracted. You barely register that he’s not let you go yet.

Connor’s breath fans over the back of your neck and you nearly shiver, managing to force yourself to keep still. He’s still got his arm around your midsection, his body pressed against your back. 

“You’re distracted,” Connor says. His voice is deathly close to your ear and you just hope he didn’t catch the way your breath hitched. Is he doing it on purpose?

“I don’t mean to be,” you protest. The feeling of him being so close, his musk practically surrounding you has your head feeling fuzzy and your body heating up. He has to be doing it on purpose. 

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you can feel his smile. It makes your heart beat faster and the man has the audacity to place his hand over your heart. “You’re nervous,” he points out. 

“A little.”

“It’s cute.”

You’ve been called many things in life, but cute has not been one of them since you’d been a boy. And it sends a shiver down your spine. “Thank you..?” You say with a little awkward laugh. 

Connor hums again and you think he’s finally going to let you go. He doesn’t. The hand that’s not wrapped around you covers your eyes. Your body tenses on instinct with the hindrance of your sight. 

“Do you trust me?” Connor asks quietly.

“I do.” You’re almost surprised by how quickly you say it. Almost.

Lips brush against your cheek and you let out a shaky exhale. Your knees grow weak and you’re positive if Connor hadn’t been holding you, you would’ve collapsed. 

“You’re shaking,” Connor murmurs against your cheek. “Relax.”

Relax!? Like this!? With his body pressed against yours, his lips teasing your skin, hand covering your eyes.. That was a lot to ask. 

Still, you try. A shaky exhale and a deep breath in. “Good,” you hear Connor praise quietly. Your heart jumps in your chest with it. That felt nice. 

You let the breath out and, with it, try to force yourself to relax in Connor’s arms. God, you’re in Connor’s arms! You’re finally in his arms. 

A shiver runs down your spine as Connor’s lips press against the skin behind your ear. You take another deep breath and that’s when Connor starts leading you somewhere. Where? Hell if you knew. But you trust Connor, so you don’t question it.

After what feels like hours of walking, Connor finally stops you. He sits you down on something soft. Sand. You can feel it. 

Then, he sits down behind you, pulling you against his chest before finally pulling his hand away. 

He’s brought you to a beach. A gorgeous one at that.

There’s cliffs on either side of you, both lined with trees and their stunning leaves and the water laps gently at the sand a few feet in front of you. The sun is setting, the light reflecting off the water in a stunning show of reds and yellows. 

You glance back at Connor and find him already looking at you, the smallest smile on his handsome face. “Do you like it?” He asks you softly. 

You smile back at him. “I do. It’s lovely,” you respond, matching Connor’s tone as you return your eyes to the scenery. He tilts his head to the side a little before pulling you closer to him. Connor wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you relax back against him. 

“I find myself drawn to you,” Connor murmurs softly in your ear. His words bring a fresh wave of heat to your face. He felt the same way.

After a short bit of stuttering, you finally find your voice again. “And I to you.”

A warm chuckle fills the air between you and it brings that familiar feeling of butterflies to your tummy. How you loved the sound of his laugh. “Mayhaps we could spend more time together then?” Connor suggests. He gives you a gentle squeeze that makes you feel oh so safe.

“I would enjoy that.” You’d more than enjoy that. You feel so light, so happy, your body buzzing with a euphoria you’ve not before felt. It’s amazing. 

“Perfect.” You feel a gentle press of lips to your cheek and let out a soft laugh of your own. Who would’ve guessed that Connor was a soft lover. You turn your head to return the kiss with one of your own, letting them brush across Connor’s cheek before pressing against the skin. He’s warm. He’s perfect.

[lsunstreakerl]

definitely going to be posting more on this particular avenue because I think it's horrid and interesting, but until then- 1.5k words, max POV: discipline

HELLO still darkbull! mature themes and content and all that.

Max is fuming as he gets out of the car, fingers angrily yanking at the straps of his helmet. They keep skating over the latches, fucking missing, and Max is-

Max is so pissed off. He waves off GP, and he knows that it's rude, but he doesn't want to snap at him, doesn't want to take his anger out on the team again- even if they maybe deserve it.

He finally gets his helmet off, chucking it into the corner of his drivers room as he tugs at the strap of his racesuit across his neck.

Everything is hot and sticky, and the car won't fucking drive. Max feels like his entire body is slick with sweat as he peels his suit off, and he can't bring himself to feel bad yet, but he'd snapped over the radio earlier, pissy and annoyed.

It's his right, as a driver, but he hasn't been that bad for a few years. The team wasn't expecting it.

He wants to shower, and he wants the car to work, and he wants the team to listen when he tells them there's a fucking problem-

Two of those problems he can't solve. The first he can handle when they get back to the hotel, but he still has media and debriefs, and he'll probably fall asleep after the debrief and forget to shower, and then he'll feel worse when he wakes up.

There's no winning. Not in his choices, certainly not in this race, and probably not the fucking championship either. He's mathematically in it still, but-

It's not happening.

Max clenches his jaw so hard he hears something pop when his door slides open. He's still pissed off, standing in his drivers room, and he doesn't even have pants on yet, just his boxers and one sock, so if it's someone here to tell him to behave better he's going to lose it.

"What."

It comes out snappish, which is exactly how Max is feeling anyways. He drags a hand through his hair, bracelets clinking together on his wrist.

Christian steps in. He's holding Max's water bottle and a damp towel, and if it's a cold towel Max might actually start forgiving the team here and now.

"You left your water outside."

He passes the towel to Max, and it's ice cold- feels so good against his overheated skin that Max just holds it to his face for a moment.

He lets out a low groan, trying to get rid of the anger. It's still there, simmering in his gut, but already- he needs to apologize to the pit crew, probably. In a week or two.

Christian huffs a laugh, holding the water bottle towards Max.

"Thought you might like that. Jake put some electrolytes in your water since you didn't drink enough during the race, so make sure you finish it please. I took you off the presser."

Max lowers the towel finally, looking at Christian in surprise. He thought for sure he'd have to do the press conference.

He finally grabs the bottle, taking a few long sips as he starts running the towel across his arms, trying to get rid of the sweat.

Christian has a point that Max probably should have drank more in the race, but he just didn't think about it. At a circuit as hot as this one he should know better.

He feels marginally better once he's wiped down, or at least less like he's going to fly off the handle if someone breaths at him wrong.

The towel gets dropped onto the bench, and Christian passes him a bundle of clothes, not looking up from his phone.

Max eyes the clothes, a soft shirt, sweatpants, fresh socks, and boxers. It's not teamkit, which means he might not have to do the debrief either- might be able to go straight back to the hotel.

He still waits until he's dressed again to ask Christian about it, pulling his necklace out from under his shirt collar as he speaks.

"Are we debriefing?"

Christian finally looks up from his phone, eyes briefly skating down Max, cataloging that he's changed completely.

"No. Straight back to the hotel for you."

There's the tiniest bit of edge to his voice, and already Max is starting to feel bad, guilt creeping in on the edges of his emotions.

"Christian-"

Christian cuts him off with a sigh, tucking his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms.

"You can apologize to the team tomorrow, Max."

Max shifts on his feet.

"What about apologizing to you?"

Christian's shoulders slump slightly, and he uncrosses his arms, spreading them.

"Come on then."

Max takes a few steps forward and wraps Christian into a hug. He doesn't quite envelop Max anymore like he had when he was younger, but it's still one of the safest places Max can think of, tucked between Christian's arms.

"You were shitty to the team."

Max is well aware.

"I will apologize. I really am sorry."

Christian brings one hand up to spread across the back of Max's neck, palm pushing the chain of his necklace into his skin. His fingers curl around the side of his neck, the tips of them pressing slightly into the front of his throat.

Max breaths out a soft sigh as Christian squeezes lightly.

"For what?"

Max hates this game- the one where he fucks up and has to admit it more than once. It's for 'team cohesion' or something. He still thinks it's humiliating.

He lets the weight of Christians hand settle him, heavy where it's resting. It's grounding.

"For snapping over the radio."

Christian hums.

"And?"

Max's lips twist into a frown.

"Not talking to GP about it."

That's the crux of the issue here- when Max has a problem, he's supposed to go to Gianpiero about it. Preferably before it gets to the point where he's snapping down the radio, and he hadn't done that today- had tried to drive through it instead, letting the frustration build up.

To then go and brush GP off when he was getting out of the car- Max has fucked up here.

Christian squeezes his neck again before letting go, stepping away.

"That's right. Take some time at the hotel to cool down, and we're having a team dinner later. You can apologize to GP tonight, everyone else tomorrow."

Max nods, feeling chastised.

Christian sighs again before reaching forward, tugging lightly at Max's necklace so he looks up at him.

"It's okay, Max."

Max gives a thin smile and nods. He knows it will be okay, but he hates when the team is upset with him.

Max snags his water as Christian turns and leaves, and he falls into step behind him, taking a few more sips. It tastes a bit off, but Christian had mentioned Jake put electrolytes in it- it's probably that.

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Johnathan is laughing about something with Daniel across the table from Max, but he can't quite follow the thread of the conversation. Hasn't really be able to follow it since they got to the private room at the restaurant, but especially not now.

Max looks back down at his plate. He's not sure how long he's been loosely holding a fork in his right hand, or even what he'd had- it looks like a half eaten portion of pasta, but he can't quite remember what kind.

He leans slightly to his right, shoulder lightly bumping GP's.

"GP? Do you know what I ordered?"

"Aw, Max."

GP half turns, resting his arm across Max's shoulders and tugging him close.

"Can't remember?"

Max frowns. He should be able to, he knows that, but-

He always gets so twisted in knots when he's upset the team, and it seeps into his brain, practically turns him into a different person. He hates when it happens. It makes him feel stupid.

"Don't tease, GP."

His voice comes out a bit whinier than he means for it to, and GP gives him a quick squeeze and a smile.

"Sorry Max. You know it's only out of fun."

Max feels a hand settle across the top of his left thigh, broad and hot, and he turns his head to meet Carlos's warm gaze.

"You got the salmon fettuccine."

Oh. That sounds right. Max leans slightly into Carlos's side, resting his head onto his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Carlos drops a kiss into Max's hair, dragging his hand up the inside of his thigh and brushing over his hip before it's gone, and Max can't help the soft noise he makes. He wants the feeling back.

Carlos is chuckling low at him, lips brushing against his hairline.

"We're still at the restaurant, remember?"

Max fights to wrestle back control of his thoughts, but it's hard- like trying to catch smoke in his hands.

Restaurant. Team dinner.

He looks down at his plate- he can't quite remember what he was eating.

Max turns to look at GP on his right. GP will know- GP always knows.

"GP? Do you know what I ordered?"

GP smiles fondly at him.

"Oh Max. Can't remember?"

[bigball-thefrog]

Greetings!! Just wanted to know if maybe you could do something with Law or Zoro on how they would be like with a Gyaru reader. I’m a Gyaru and i was just curious about how it would be like with them with my lifestyle lol

Hello hello! Thank you for the request❤️ I apologize in advance because I know basically nothing about the Gyaru style or subculture so I just went based on what I found on Google, so if there's anything wrong or potentially offensive, feel free to point it out.

Warnings/Tags:

None

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Law:

- It mostly depends on if you're with his crew or not.

- if you're on his crew then you're probably gonna have to follow a dress code since we see the rest of the crew wears the same jumpsuits.

- but like most rule books you could probably find loopholes to add some accessories or makeup to your uniform and it pisses him off each time you find a flaw in his rules.

- but if you're not on his crew then of course it's different.

- He seems like the type of person doesn't like the look of heavy makeup so the first time he sees that style of makeup he's definitely gonna stare

- If you're stereotypical with both the look and personality then he's gonna eternally sigh

- He doesn't need another social butterfly to talk his ears off along with Luffy.

- But overall he doesn't care other people's clothes don't affect him, it'll probably be something he's gonna have to get used to, and you'll probably catch him glaring from time to time, but he's not such an ass that he'd try and get you I change

Zoro:

- Zoro has seen all sorts of people so seeing your sort of style doesn't phase him

- I imagine if he sees you applying your makeup he'll just walk up to you confused and just peel off one of the false eyelashes and just stare at it confused and thinking it was your real eyelashes

-Zoro is definitely an underdresser and might see all your bright colour's, accessories as an eyesore

- But he's not gonna say anything about it because he knows he's gonna get his ass beat, whether it's from you, the other girls or Sanji for saying something mean.

- I think just like Law it would take some time to get used to it but he's respectful enough to keep his mouth shut because it's not his clothes so why should he care?

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Once again I apologize if it's not good and feel free to correct me for anything and I'll try and post tomorrow

Kelly🐸

[kanyerealdaughter]

#ARE YOU CALM YET

sexual content , dry humping , grinding , praise kink - degrading , 69 position , daddy kink , teasing , anal , cussing , crybaby (fem, reader) , face fucking , virgin (fem,reader) , oral (m and f receiving) , sub top (fem,reader) , dom bottom (ryusei).

NOT PROOFREAD.

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there he was, locked up again for nearly bashing in one of the other players' heads. strapped to the restrained bed with a muzzle over his mouth and his gaze downcast.

ryusei was used to this. every time he'd go overboard, ego would lock him up and leave him to reflect on his actions, only when the situation was serious would you be called in to speak with him as everyone knew he'd only listen to you, his girlfriend of course.

" let me out you four eyed freak!" his eyes widened when he saw you, " damn it."

his eyes were glued to you, scanning up and down your appearance and body. it's not that he was checking you out, per se, but it's more that he was just admiring you.

" he finally sent you... goddamn idiot.." he grumbled, tugging at the restraints keeping him tied down.

" yeah... and u-um you're locked up again." you said quietly with a bit of disappointment in your voice.. since you and him had talk about you keep coming here to blue lock just calm him down, your surprise that he hasn't been eliminated yet.

ryusei eyes lowered when he saw the disappointment in your voice, knowing he'd disappointed you once again.

" not exactly my fault.. some guy just got on my nerves.." he mumbled, tugging a little harder against the restraints, only to be met with the leather digging into his skin.

" stop, you're only hurting yourself." you said grabbing the leather, pulling it back slightly so it won't dig into his skin as you took off the muzzle of his face slowly.

he stopped trying to fight against the leather straps, keeping his eyes on you. his breath hitched when your hand grabbed the leather, gently tugging it back.

" you're such a sap.." he mumbled, trying to seem annoyed though it was obviously not convincing,

" can you undo these damn straps?"

" eh.? why should i.?" you furrowed your eyebrow. ryuesi narrowed his eyes, silently observing you before letting out a huff. his eyes softened the moment he saw your eyebrows furrowed to match your expression, knowing you were trying to be serious.

" because i'm getting tired of being locked up in this damn room.. i need to get out."

" no, you don't need to calm down, that's what you need to do." you tried to reassure him.

ryusei's eyes widened as you told him to just " calm down". "this damn girl doesn't get it." he mumbled under his breath.

" I. Am. Calm, can't you tell?! i am literally tied down to this goddamn bed! i'm the calmest i could be!"

" stop yelling at me... i'm just trying to help you.!" you reply back, not trying to let your emotions get the best of you. he instantly quiet down, lowering his voice almost ashamed to yell at you.

“ ..sorry..” he apologized quietly, " it's just... you wouldn't understand.. how i'm feeling, that's all."

“…”

he glanced at you, not liking the fact that you had gone quiet.

" hey.." ryuesi began, his eyes glued to you,

" say something. you're too quiet you damn sap.."

“ don’t call me that…”

" why not? it's true isn't it? you're the sappiest of saps.."

" shut up.. you know i don't like it.. when you call me that." you mumbled.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" gosh you're such a dick..." you spat at him getting feed up of me at this point you should've took that damn muzzle off from him...

" and you're too sensitive, that's why i call you a sap.." he smirked at your response, his eyes filled with a bit of mischief.

" shut up.!"

you snapped at him for the first time in

your relationship, tears flowing up and your eyes and now he's just noticing it

ryuesis eyes widened once you had snapped at him. it was the first time you had done so, and it clearly caught him off-guard. his smirk faded, now replaced with a slightly dumbfounded look.

" did you just.." he mumbled, trying to find the right words to say,

" snap at me?" you stayed quiet looking away from his hard gaze. ryuesi tugged at the leather straps once again, the smirk under the muzzle that was once on his lips was still present.

" aww is my pretty girlfriend gonna cry...? such a crybaby..." but you just ignored him, tired of his talking for today a small huff left his lips as he watched you ignore him.

" come on, don't ignore me.." ryusei attempted to reach out and grab you, but the restraints held him back.

" i'm leaving ryusei... i'll be back tomorrow when you are calmer." you said quietly, holding back your tears, about to walk away since he just pisssed you off. the moment you announced you were going to leave, his eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat.

" where the hell are you going?" he questioned, his voice raised slightly.

" no, no, no, you weren't about to walk out of here. you are not leaving."

" hey-!" he reached out, trying to stop you, but the damn restraints were keeping him from leaving.

" you ain't just gonna up and leave. you get your ass back over here." you ignored him and started to walk away from him.

" i ain't done speaking with you!" ryuesi kept yanking on the restraints, his eyes pinned on your form as you continued to walk out of the room.

" don't you dare walk out that damn door!" he desperately pulled against the straps again, trying to no avail.

" damn it! let me go!" ryuesi's heart was beating like crazy as you continued to walk away from him. he couldn't just let you leave, no.. he refused to allow you to go.

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the next day, ryusei woke up with a scowl on his face. he had spent that entire night tossing and turning, thinking about you and how you stormed out on him. it was almost hard to sleep.

he let out a small huff before getting off the bed, his body sore after being tied down in a single position. it was all quiet until a soft knock on the door. he paused and he instantly recognized that knock. it wasn't a knock from ego or the other blue lock staff it was your knock.

" ..come in.." he called out, his morning voice raspy.

" ryu...?" you said quietly saying his nickname as you walked in through the slowly.

" ..you're back.." he mumbled quietly as you walked in, his eyes fixed on you. he looked in your direction the moment you entered the room, his heart doing a small flip.

you looked away in embarrassment but nodded as you walked closer towards him.

ryusei stayed still as you walked closer to him, his heart beating faster. it wasn't until you finally stood in front of him did he realize how much he had missed you. he took his time looking you up and down, admiring how you looked, even if you did avoid making eye contact with him.

" ego said i could let you go now." you said quietly finally making eye contact with him. his heart skipped a beat when you finally looked up at him, the familiar gorgeous eyes finally meeting his.

ryuesi's eyes took an extra second to scan over your hair and skin, almost forgetting how damn beautiful you were. you could never fail to catch his attention, especially because you were all damn natural.

" about damn time.." he grumbled under his breath, clearing his voice as if he wasn't just admiring you.

you bent down your skirt slightly lifted up as you started to undo the leather belts at his hands you moved onto his feet and his knees.

" careful down there.." he mumbled, eyeing your skirt. his eyes naturally drifted downwards to your skirt lifting up as you bent down, revealing more of your skin. ryusei couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath as he caught a glimpse of more of fat ass basically pouring out of your skirt.

" hmm..?" you said quietly as you continued to undo the leather belts making your skirt go up even more revealing your black lace panties. his eyes widened when your skirt went up, revealing those damn black lace panties underneath.

" hey... stop for a sec.." he muttered quietly. ryusei could feel a stirring down below when he caught a glimpse of those, causing his breath to hitch softly.

"why.?" you asked confused, you looked up at him from down below still bending down.

" just stop untying the straps. come up here a second first.." ryusei's gaze was fixed on you as you looked at him from below, your face nearly too close to his lap for his comfort.

" d-don't you want me to let you go ego said i free you now.?" you mumbled slightly confused as if he wasn't just going crazy to get let our yesterday.

" i’ll think about getting freed later." he gave you a quick answer before his eyes flicked down to your position.

" come here already." he repeated, beckoning you to get up and sit on his lap with a jerk of his head.

" what's wrong you okay ryu.?" you ask sitting on his lap where he asked your to now knowing you just sat right on exactly on his dick... fuck how did you not know.?

" o-oh.. damn." he breathed, his heart beating faster than before.

" w-what's wrong.?" you asked innocently, getting even more concerned as you heard him groan.

" n-nothing.. it's just-" he paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could explain the current situation. he could feel himself hardening in his pants, which was becoming very obvious, especially since you sat directly on top of that.

ryusei's eyes were still wide and his cheeks were flushed. his breathing was slightly labored while his heart was beating quickly and loudly in his chest. he silently looked down at you, noticing how your face was expressing concern and confusion. his mind went blank for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, the feeling of you sitting directly on his lap was not helping.

then you slowly but surely realize you sat right on his hard large bulge hidden well. was it really hidden now if it was that big..? you gasp quietly as you felt him poke your panties under your skirt.

a small shiver went through ryusei when he heard you gasp. the friction of you sitting on his lap and the feeling of his hard length against you sent a shiver through him.

" you... fuck ma. feel that..?" he breathed, his voice slightly raspy. you nodded slowly, biting your lip getting soaked from just being on top of him. he felt the movement of you nodding on his lap, and it took all his willpower to not let out an embarrassingly loud groan. he was trying to not act on the strong urge to do something to you right here right now.

“ ..... move a bit.. for me pretty girl..” he muttered, wanting to see if you would listen to him and follow his request.

" I-like.... um grind.?" you mumbled shyly.

" yes.. yes, just like that." he let out a labored breath. he swallowed back a groan at your mumbled question. he couldn't help but nod to confirm your words. you stayed quiet and still for a while before moving my hips slowly feeling the fiction of your wet panties and his hard bulge under his jeans.

a shaky breath escaped from between his lips the moment you started to move your hips over his lap, and he let out a low hiss.

" just like that.." he mumbled, his eyes closing for a moment while his hands reached out to hold your hips he snuck his hand under your skirt slapping your ass hard making you let out a lil squeal from the stinging pain. you gasped from the hard slap on the ass that was gonna leave a handprint on your cheek. you started to go even more feeling him grow harder underneath you.

head was swimming as you started to go more, the feeling of you rubbing against his crotch making him feel more and more overwhelmed, the sounds of his breathing growing more labored.

" faster." he groaned, gripping your hips tighter leaving fingerprints bruised.

" s-shit..." you whimper as you feel panties becoming even more soaked as you grind faster as he told you to do like a good girl...

" jesus.." his eyes widened when he heard that whimper and he let out a shaky breath. he could feel from your movements that your panties were starting to soak through, and he desperately bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, slapping your ass again making you let out another one of these cute squeals.

" f-fuck.." he breathed, shifting a bit under you,

" don't stop ma..."

your movements became faster as your panties leaking cause of how soaked you were onto his jeans he had feeling his large bulge his zipper hitting your clit making you let out a mewl your hips suddenly jerk up.

ryusei’s eyes closed and he let out a groan, rubbing your ass after the hard spanks. feeling his large fan hands go back on your hips tightly guiding you.

" you're.." a shaky breath, " you're so fucking wet." he managed to mutter, feeling the dampness of your panties against his jeans.

" i-i'm sorry...!" you whimper embarrassed as you also felt yourself leaking onto his jeans his zipper hitting your clit repeatedly thoses cute moans coming out of your mouth ... fuck your whimper it's so innocent and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

" don't.. don't apologize.. ma." ryusei mumbled, his eyes half open while looking at you.

he could feel how wet you were, and the sound of you whimpering in his lap didn't help either. he was trying his best to not just pounce on you right now..

" r-ryu..." you mumbled my eyes fluttering close. you could feel it... you suddenly felt close to your limit.

ryusei's grip on his shirt grew tighter, his breathing becoming more and more labored, and his heart beating even faster than he thought it was going to burst.

" f-fuck.. ma." he groaned, trying his best to speak clearly. " you're close.. i can feel it."

you just nodded eagerly moving your hips faster clench around, nothing whimpered as you felt him pulse in his own pants. he clenched his jaw, trying not to let out any loud sounds while you continued to move your hips.

his eyes closed as he felt himself start to throb and twitch even more in his pants, the feeling of your body grinding and clenching on him driving him insane. ryusei was starting to lose it.

" i-i'm cumming daddy.!" you moaned out loud as your orgasm hit me like a truck, your now ruined panties leaking your fluids onto his jeans even more.

the sound of your moans coupled with the feeling of your fluids on his jeans sent him over the edge. ryusei bit his lip hard to keep himself from letting out a loud moan.

" f-fuckk.." he breathed, his grip on his shirt tightening even more. " you're going to kill me at this rate.. ma." he let out a breathless chuckle.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" n-not yet." he muttered, breathing a bit heavy. he slowly let go of his shirt and looked up at you, panting softly.

" you came hard huh.?" he asked quietly as he looked into your eyes, the sight of your flushed face, breathless state, and messed up hair only adding fuel to the fire.

" y-yes..." you mumbled, still sensitive, feeling a bit guilty that you didn't make him cum. he nodded silently, his eyes still fixed on you while his breathing started to slowly return to normal.

" good.." he mumbled, his hands slowly reaching up to your face and cupping your cheeks in his palms. " that means you felt good.."

ryusei could tell you were gonna say something but before you could ryusei smirk widened when he leaned in and kissed you, his hands still holding your face in place. he wasn't holding back on this kiss, making sure to fully taste you and hear the moans that left your lips.

he held you against him as he kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, wanting to dominate you in every way possible. you whimpered as you felt the warmness of his long tongue enter your mouth parting your lips.

his tongue slowly and greedily explored your mouth, tasting every corner and crevice he could reach. he continued to hold your face in place as he kissed you deeper, his own small groans mixed with your whimpers.

he felt heat rising from within him more and more the longer you and him continued to make out, the feeling of you in his lap driving him insane.

" r-ryu.. mngh." you mumbled into the filthy and sloppiest kiss you ever had.

he paused for a moment to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. his breathing was heavy and his eyes widened with an almost feral gaze as he looked at you.

" that's enough." he muttered, his hands moving from your face down to your waist. ryusei then gripped your waist, shifted, and flipped the both of you around so that you were pinned under him, him being in between your legs now.

" wanna ride your face... please.?" you panted out after all that time making out you could finally take a deep breath. hee could see how winded you were after the kiss, and he chuckled silently at your words, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

" oh, i'm gonna do alot more than that, but." he looked at you with a smirk, " first thing is first." ryusei slowly pulled your shirt up, revealing your stomach and your bra until he had completely taken it off and tossed it onto the floor.

you bit your lip as he had taken your shirt off leaving you bare the coldness of the room revealing your nipple piercing making them harden from the coldness of the room.

if you don't like the piereing then just ignore it

ryusei's eyes widened as he stared down at your bare chest, slowly tracing his eyes over your skin and taking in every detail of your body.

" im not gonna hold back.." he muttered, his eyes roaming over your skin but his fuchsia color eyes stare at your piercing as his hands still hold his shirt. " i just want you to know that."

he started to lick and kiss your neck, slowly sucking onto your skin to leave marks behind. bis hands started to roam your body as he continued to leave marks on your neck.

" you look so damn sexy like this sexy mama.." he muttered between kisses, his hands moving up to your chest.

" n-nghh." you moaned, your eyes rolling back continuously to let moans out as he sucked on your pretty little neck leaving dark red swollen hickeys in which they started to turn a dark purple the more he sucked on your neck.

" you don't know how hard it was to hold back all this time." he muttered, licking the mark he just left. ryuesi's hands started to slowly move up and down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipple piercing as he left marks on your neck.

" you sound so goddamn sweet when you moan like that as well.." he breathed, his mouth moving down to your collarbone.

" wanna do the 69 position..." you whimper out wanting to try a new position. ryusei stopped for moment to look up at you, the words going through his head for a moment. his classic smirk appeared on his face as he spoke, his hands still caressing your chest.

" you want that right now?" he asked, the look in his eyes practically burning you alive.

" yes..." you but your lip nodding eagerly.

" okay." he muttered, his hands moving to your sides. he leaned in to kiss your neck one more time, then shifted up to your ear and whispered to you.

" sit up for a moment and turn around for me, baby.." you felt yourself shivering once he whispered in your ear but you obeyed him anyway.

" good girl." he mumbled as you started to sit up. once you turned around, he quickly shifted you around, holding your hips while positioning himself in front of you.

" you ready?" he asked from behind, his hands still on your hips.

" y-yes ryu." you mewl out quietly you felt your panties getting even more ruined. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, feeling how wet you were as you knelt in front of him.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

he almost groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, seeing how wet you were and how much pre-cum was leaking through his boxers and his jeans was driving him insane.

" you have no idea what you do to me.." he muttered, his hands holding your hips and pulling you backwards towards him.

" hurry.." you mumbled wiggling your ass in his face as you started to unbutton his jeans feeling his precum oozing out of his dark rosy tip.

a sigh escaped his lips as he felt you wiggling your ass against him, his hands holding your hips to keep you still so he could unbutton his jeans.

" you're getting impatient." he managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, " and here i was just enjoying the view." you let out a quiet huffed seeing the precum stain his boxers making you bite your lip it looked so delicious..

" you're not the only one enjoying the view.." he responded back, his hands resting on your lower back as he watched you examine his stained boxers. he wasn't just saying that to tease you, the sight of you with your bare ass in front of him was driving him crazy.

you ignored him your small hands slid under his boxers slowly pulling out his large aching his thick girth you could barely wrap your small warm hands around it his tip was more of dark rosy pink color oozing precum.

" mm..." you mumbled in a trace squeezing the tip which made him hiss as more precum oozed out.

" so..?" you reply back licking your lips wiggling your ass in his face more for some more attention.

" so i just think it's funny how the look in your eyes changed so quick when you saw it.." he chuckled, watching you lick your lips and feel you wiggling your ass impatiently.

" you want something, don't you?" he questioned, his voice low and sultry.

" well isn't that why we're in this position.." you huffed, getting impatient of him teasing you as you talked about the 69 position.

" well, it's why you're in that position.." he corrected, his hands holding your sides to keep you in place.

" but i'm pretty sure you want something..."

" specific.." his hands gently squeezed your sides.

" please ryu.?" you begged finally giving in squeezing his tip again in my hand looking back at him. he couldn't hold back for any longer at that as a soft low moan left his lip. feeling you squeeze his tip made him lose what was left of his self-control.

" say it for me, mama." his hands started to roam down your sides, caressing your skin. " you know what to say."

" want your tongue..." you whimper.ryusei smirked as he heard your impatient whimper, his tongue tracing his lip as he looked at you.

" that's what i was hoping to hear." he mumbled, pulling you back towards him, " let's go ahead and get started then." he smiled as he saw your reaction, his hands slowly moving to your hips and positioning you right against his mouth.

" now just relax.." he muttered, his hands holding you still as he leaned in. you arch your back slowly hovered over his face as you lowered yourself onto lips feeling his lips against your panties folds making you let out a guttural moan.

" you make the prettiest sounds." he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of your moans.

he started to slowly kiss and lick through your panties, the taste of you already starting to make his tongue dance. he wanted to tease you, but he was hungry enough for a taste to start eating you out already without any more waiting.

" f-fuck more daddy..." you moaned as you lower your head down to his tip to pleasure him to since it was the whole point of this position. he groaned as he felt you moving down, his eyes widening at your actions.

" don't worry.. you'll get plenty.." he muttered, letting his tongue run over the front of your panties one last time making you shiver.

"let's get these off you, baby.." he took a hold of your ruined panties and started to slide them off of your legs, tossing them onto the floor and finally getting the clear view of your folds he had been wanting too.

" m-mm more daddyy." you mumbled as your kitten licked his now red angry mushroom tip licking off bitter but yet sweet precum.

" damnit, you just know what to call me to drive me wild.." he, feeling you sucking on his tip and tasting all of the precum that was dripping from it.

" keep using that pretty little tongue of yours like that and i might not be able to keep my cool." since you were a virgin you didn't know how to suck so you kept on licking his length hoping it would pleasure him. he chuckled as he felt you continuing to lick his length, your innocence being almost too adorable.

" use that tongue of yours to explore." he muttered, a hand taking a hold of your hair to hold you gently in place. " try using your lips to suck my tip a bit."

" okay daddy..." you mumbled quietly licking your lips tasting his salty precum. you decided to give it a go and suck him but your teeth scraped on his skin too much teeth.. yikes and not enough spit as you heard him hiss in pain. he flinched slightly as he felt your teeth on his sensitive skin, the pain making him wince a bit.

" not so much teeth baby.." he breathed out, looking at you through squinted eyes as he tried to push through the pain.

" use more of your tongue and relax your jaw." you just nodded slowly as you choked on his length making more spit on his length.

" there you go." be muttered, slowly getting used to the feeling of your tongue and lips on him.

" that's a lot better." he let out a low groan, a hand still holding your hair to keep you in place.

" keep this up for me and you'll get a reward for that good behavior." you started to gag more as it became more sloppier with every second more spit just like he wanted. he could feel you start to gag a bit which made him smile slightly.

" you good down there, baby.?" he asked, his eyes looking at you from his position.

you couldn't even replied due to all of in your mouth tears swelling up in the brim of your eyes you curled your toes since your heard it somewhere on the internet that it helps with your gag reflex... but fuck that was just a lie.

" you're starting to cry a little." he murmured, noticing the tears in the corner of your eyes as you moved your body.

" you're doing a good job.. just keep going a little longer, okay?" he said, his hand gently caressing through your hair and holding on to it.

" you've still got that reward to earn, after all.."

you started to hum while you accidentally use your teeth again but immediately covers it by stroking him since he was too big for you... to put it all in your mouth. he let out another small wince as he felt your teeth on his skin yet again, the pain making him grip your hair more.

" careful with the teeth.." he muttered, slowly starting to lose patience from your attempts to get him off.

" you're going too slow." he almost growled, " i want you to try and take more of it into."

" i’m sorry daddy.." it's muffled due to him in your mouth as you started to go faster making you gag even more tears falling down on my cheek. you were still in 69 positions and you weren't getting any attention even with your soaked panties in his face.

so unfair…

" you're supposed to be making me feel good, baby."

" and instead you've got tears running down your face and i'm just sitting here watching you struggle." his tone slowly became a bit more stern.

" you're not listening to my instructions either. i told you not to use your teeth, didn't i?" you started to cry more trying your best to improve his stern tone making you slightly scared of your salty tears falling down onto his thigh as you sucked harder humming trying to make him feel good.. but you couldn't lie the degrading was slightly arousing you..

" you're supposed to listen to me when i give you an order, aren't you?" he questioned.

" why can't you seem to listen to me and do one damn thing right?" his one got even more authoritative, almost harsh.

" you think this is fun for me? sitting here and watching you cry and struggle?"

you couldn't help but cry furthermore the gagging and the tears combine together still bent over his body while he was under you in the 69 at this point you could kiss your panties goodbye they're ruined and you still weren't getting any attention from him even though your folds that your drenched soaked panties had molded into were right in his face.

" your face is a mess right now." he muttered, the tears streaming down your face and feeling your moans making his leg shake.

" you look pathetic like this." his hand tugged on your hair a bit, grabbing ahold of it pushing you down fully to his pelvis.

" you're not doing a very good job."

you felt him gripping your hair pushing you down your nose touching his pelvis as you scratch his thighs choking on his large length.

" you're trying too hard mama .. calm down and just try to relax your throat a bit. you look like you might pass out like this if you keep doing that..."

" let me help you baby.." he said, his tone still authoritative but a bit softer than before. with his hand still holding your hair, he moved to start guiding your movements.

" it'll feel better if you let me take the lead.."

" there you go." he mumbled, his tone almost encouraging as he started to use your mouth to get himself off.

" you just needed a little help, didn't you.?" he could feel the bulge in throat making him let out a quiet groan.

" i bet that's starting to get little..uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you’re feeling.?” he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you're feeling uncomfortable or don't like it."

" but you still want to do this, don't you?" he said, watching your body. " f-fuck, 'm cumming!" he snarls, his hips stuttering erratically as he empties himself into your waiting mouth. ropes after roped of hot, thick seed floods your throat, painting the back of your throat with his essence. immediately the steamy saltiness.

" you wouldn't act up and be disobedient like that unless you wanted to be disciplined, right?" you couldn't help yourself but moan from his words your soaked panties in his face now you're so so very wet it was literally dripping down your thighs now.

" looks like you might've enjoyed that a little too much.." he could feel how soaked you were and see your glistening thighs, his own body starting to overheat from the sight of you.

" and it doesn't look like you learned your lesson yet either."

" please..." you mumbled quietly... shit your voice was gone.? you lifted your head up from his tip letting it go with a pop sucking off the left over cum. he could hear the desperate tone to your voice, feeling himself shiver from the loss of contact with your mouth.

" please what?" he asked, waiting for you to speak up. " what are you begging for, baby.?"

" t-to touch me..." you whispered the rasp of your voice fucking sucking his large length. belet out a shaky exhale, feeling his patience slowly start to wear thin as you spoke.

" you want me to touch you, huh?" he asked.

" are you asking nicely..? are you trying to earn the privilege?"

" please ryu...?" a smirk appeared on his face, hearing you pleading like that.

" keep asking nicely like that and i might give you a little.." he muttered, his hand still holding your hair gently. " you're being a good girl, after all."

" you want me to start licking your pussy now, baby?" you whimper nodding slowly his freakish long pink tongue slowly traced your inner thigh.

" i think i can give you a reward for being such a good girl." he said, taking his time to speak to drive you insane.

" come closer, mama..." you started to lower your ass down towards his face just above his lips as you felt his hot breath making you clench around nothing, making you whine.

" much better..." he mumbled, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still.

" i should probably clean up this little mess you've made.."

" good girl." he moved in, finally feeling his tongue finally make contact with your skin, feeling the wetness on his tongue from the juices that had been leaking from you.

" you taste amazing, mamas."

" n-nnghh more..." you whine as you started to grind on his face you just couldn't help myself he kept teasing you all my drenched panties finally touching his warm lips.

" i guess i should let you have what you've been waiting for now.." he said, holding your hips as he spoke. he couldn't resist your desperate tone, not wanting to deny you for much longer.

" it's about damn time i gave my good girl her reward, huh?"

" y-yes... more.. please daddy..." you begged running your fingers through his blonde hair with pink tips trying to push his face into cunt even more.

" greedy little thing.." he mumbled, letting his tongue run over your dripping folds through the soaked fabric of your soaked panties. he then started to press his tongue on your slit. the heat and taste of you finally on his tongue was nearly overwhelming.

" you taste so good, mamas..." he breathed, pressing his tongue in deeper. he couldn't resist you any longer, starting to lap his tongue over your skin, feeling how desperate you were.

" you really just want more and more, don't you?" he said, between his movements his tongue fully flat against your clit on your panties.

" you're already so wet... and i've barely touched you yet.." he lies he could feel your excitement already leaking through the fabric of your panties he let out a small laugh as he continued to lick and tease you through your soaked panties.

" i know you're already so close, aren't you?" he mumbled, starting to suck gently on your skin.

" you must be desperate after i left you waiting for so long.."

" take them off..." you mumbled talking about your panties, they're already ruined so who cares..? and plus you need more not just some fiction.

“ oh?” he said, noticing he didn't have as much of a dominant edge to him as he reached up to start pulling your soaked panties down.

" you really don't care about getting them all messy, huh? so impatient." he couldn't help but smirk a bit, seeing the mess of your desperate body.

" you're such a mess.. and it's all just for me, isn't it?" he said, pulling the last of the fabric down your legs.

" let me help make you feel better, baby.." his tongue pressed against your skin again, this time pressing straight against your sensitive folds. ryusei plunges two of his fingers, middle and ring, into your cunt while simultaneously forcing a little mewl out of you.

" mmm so tight for mama..." he hums, sliding his fingers out and holding them up-separating them so you can see that they're visibly sticky. you whimper as he pulled at his fingers not feeling full anymore.

" shh mama.. i got you still." he coos popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. fuck... how hot was that.?

you started to feel yourself get more aroused your hips suddenly jerk up once you felt his freakish long pink tongue circle your clit knowing it was a sensitive spot..

" s-shit ryu... slow n-nnghh down.." you whine ryusei is so messy, giving each area of your cunt a multiple of sloppy kisses. bubbles of saliva trickle past the corners of his lips. he started to drag his tongue upwards towards your asshole, his long tongue circling it.

" daddy... w-what are you doing.?" you whimper as you looked over your shoulder making you arch your back while he was underneath me it had me panicking slightly since you never done anal.. well duh you were a virgin.

" calm down, baby.." he spoke in a reassuring tone, noticing your slight panic he ran his hand in gentle circles on your back, trying to relax you.

" i know you're not used to this.. i just want you to relax and let me take care of you, okay.?"

" o-okay..." you mumbled before letting out a large gasp feeling his long tongue enter your ass hole fuck.. you could really feel how long his tongue is. ryusei started slow, trying to let you get used to the new feeling before he sped things up.

ryusei started to speed up, trying to get you used to the stimulation before he pulled away for a moment.

" how does that feel?" he asked,

" m-more..." you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue disappear making you even wanting more.

" oh?.. is that a little 'please' i hear.?" he asked when you started to whimper

" are you finally using your manners?"

" p-please daddy..?" you let out a soft whine looking back at him as your ass was in front of his while he was under you.

" that's more like it." he mumbled, his tone still teasing.

" no, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

he moved closer to your body again, his tongue circling around your entrance again before sticking his tongue in your ass as he started to tongue fuck your asshole.

you whimper grabbing his hair from behind and underneath you feeling him starting to tongue fuck my asshole even faster.

you couldn't even hear him your own moans filling up the room bouncing off and on the walls him tongue fuckin you more as your tight hole started to squelch moist noises. ryusei pulled his tongue out with a pop of your wetness running his chin and the sides of his mouth.

ryusei reattached him onto your dripping cunt slurping up anything left me before spitting on your cunt lapping everything up, his large hands gripping your thighs for dear life since you like to keep on squirming, leaving them bruised. by now he face deep down until your pussy you couldn't help but moan.

you let out a gasps feeling him out his thumb in your ass making you feel full once again but your pussy was empty.

" s-shit... d-daddy n-nngh-.. gonna cum...!" you mewl out feeling sensitive as he sucked on your clit making your hips jerk against his face. liquid gushed out of you, spurting everywhere, on the bed sheets, spattering on ryusei face, your body trembling as you tried to process everything. you fucking came and squirted at the same time.

" fuck ma did you just- his own smirk cutting him off.

" let's go another around mama.?" his hoarse voice exclaimed as he bit his lips ryusei grin growing suddenly gripped your branded ass that's filled with his handprints that made your skin red.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i was mad tired when i write this so mb for errors.*reposted*

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

During a family dinner, S/O is very uncomfortable, without skeleton knowing why. At some point, their father criticizes their clothes and S/O answers back. He suddenly stands up and slaps them violently. S/O tears up and flees the room. For the main skeletons, and if you can, all the Horror boys too!

Undertale Sans - Sans flinches too when your father lifts his hand on you. That's one of the rare Sans triggers, as he was an abused kid and he has horrible memories associated with that. He looks at you go, then immediately goes after you to check on you. He's a little shaken too, he doesn't want to deal with your father immediately. He doesn't say anything, he simply hugs you, then asks if you want to go home. As soon as you nod, he takes your hand and leads you towards the main door. S/O's father asks what they're doing, Sans answers very closely that unlike him, he knows when to stop and leave. He's mad.

Undertale Papyrus - He looks terrified for half a second, then gasps when he realizes what your dad just did. Papyrus calls your name as you flee the room, then runs after you. He takes you to the bathroom and tries to calm the pain with cold water. You can see his hands are shaking a little. Papyrus apologizes even though he didn't do anything, and he won't stop doing it for a solid half an hour, to the point you start to get a bit worried. You both try to go back to the dinner, and that's when you notice Papyrus is panting and flinching every time your father makes a big gesture. You cut short and decide to leave. That's not a good evening for either of you. Papyrus explains you the next day why he acted that way, and tells you he's sorry because he kinda masked your own trauma and you couldn't talk to him when you needed too the day before.

Underswap Sans - Blue looks at your father in shock, then at you running out of the room. Your father tries to tell him you're overreacting, so Blue coldly tells them that what he calls overreacting is physical assault and that he just did that in front of a police officer. He goes to see you and asks if you're alright and if you want to file a report. He's not sure what to do to help you feel better, but he wants you to know he can at least do something about it legally if you want to.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey looks at your dad, horrified. He immediately runs after his S/O to check on them. He tells them straight he thinks that was a horrible thing to do and that you didn't deserve this while healing your cheek to ease the pain a little. He's greatly disturbed and immediately proposes you to leave. He feels too uncomfortable anyway to stay in the same room your father is. He hates violence for nothing.

Underfell Sans - What the fuck. He slowly turns to your father and asks what the hell is his problem. You think you can just hit people for nothing and get away with it? You better go and apologize to his sweetheart this instant before he gets really mad. You don't know how lucky you are to have his S/O and how that privilege is fragile. He then goes to check on you and take you out of this place. He's so angry.

Underfell Papyrus - As your father starts to justify himself, Edge stands up, walks to him, slaps him so hard it echoes in the entire house, then leaves after his S/O to check on them, smiling as your father starts to scream in outrage and offense. He gently leads his S/O out of the house without another word. He doesn't have anything to say to abusive craps.

Horrortale Sans - Oak flinch, and as you run away, his pupil turn really really small. He turns towards your father, and as he asks what he's watching, Oak growls very menacingly, tense on his chair. He doesn't go after you because he wants to give you space, but if that man dares to touch you again, he's cutting his arm off. You come back to your parents cowarding in a corner of the room, Oak standing still in front of them with a creepy smile and growling. You simply take his hand and lead him away. He keeps staring at your father until he can't physically see him. He had been warned.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow looks as you leave the room, disappointed. He then looks at your father and tells him straight that he used to be beaten like this for nothing as a child. Today, he's dad is dead, metaphorically and physically, and yet he still has consequences for what happened. He tells your father that's a pity you don't realize that it's not by making your kid fear you that they're going to like you better. It's just abusive and he should be ashamed. After these words, he stands up and goes to check on his S/O.

Horrorswap Sans - As your father stands to go after you, Nugget raises his knife and plants it in his hand, deep in the table. He doesn't say anything. If you think your life has some kind of purpose, sit down and stop doing shit like this. Nugget waits patiently for you to come back, and if you want to leave, he'll follow you. But until you come back, he holds the knife down, forcing your father to stay still, whimpering in pain.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Uh oh. Not only did it trigger you, but it obviously triggered Pumpkin as well. Remember he got beaten for nothing for literal years? Pumpkin is frozen in fear, eyes in eyes with your father, hyperventilating. He's about to have a panic attack and he can't even call you for help because he quite literally can't talk. Your father called his attitude and told him to stop staring at him like an idiot, which for sure ends up panicking poor Pumpkin. He throws a bone at your father and runs for his life, pretty much throwing himself in your arms in absolute terror. You decide to leave for his own good. Pumpkin doesn't want to go back there before a very long time.

Horrorfell Sans - Copper calls you to try and stop you, but you left anyway. He tells your father he's an asshole and that he doesn't deserve you, then goes after you. He tells you that you're out of here, then gives you a hand. He teleports straight home, without telling anyone. He tries to cheer you up with a pretty miserable sandwich with random ingredients he took in the fridge in a bit of panic. You're not sure what you're eating (him neither) but it's helping a little.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Chief tries to go after you, but he's stuck against the wall and his stupid wheelchair doesn't want to turn. So instead he snaps his neck at your father and starts to scream at him. He thinks he's so perfect, uh? He must have quite the ego to be so confident about himself. Well, that dinner was shit, your house looks like crap, you're insignificant and despicable, and if he didn't have manners, he would have retaliated. Your father laughs at his face, asking what an old man who can't walk can do against him. Welp. That pissed off Chief. He summoned a blaster and shot into the wall, making a huge hole in it. Is that enough or do you want that blaster in your face next?

Horrorswapfell Sans - He got surprised as he couldn't see your father tense and react in time. Bear turns his head as he feels you leave, but he doesn't know the house well and he can't go after you. Bear is frustrated and anxious about your disappearance, and it starts to show. When your dad asks why he's looking around like a headless chicken, Bear growls menacingly, feeling unsafe. He decides to summon a bunch of bones around him to protect himself while he's waiting for you and insists you go home when you come back. He's not comfortable in that place.

Horrorswapfell Papyrus - Big mistake. As soon as your father hits you, Tiger lunges at him and bites full strength into his arm, refusing to let go and shaking his head like an enraged animal to tear it off. When your father manages to escape, Tiger attacks again with the clear intention to stab him. You're forced to physically restrain him and drag him out, as he growls at and insults your father. Yeah, don't trigger his fighting instincts. Your dad better not show up alone at the farm while he's standing guard.

Swapfell Sans - Nox stays calm and leaves you some space. He's worried, but he knows you have this. He can feel the tension in the room, as your father clearly wonders why he doesn't care. Oh sorry, did you do that to have his attention? He doesn't give any attention to abusers. He despises you, and a look from head to toe full of disgust is enough to tell you that. When your father asks what's his problem, Nox smirks and tells him that if he's so desperate for validation for his gesture, maybe his reaction is not the problem. Your father narrows his eyes at him, Nox is far from impressed and holds his stare until your father looks down. Yeah, that's what he thought. When you come back, you can tell Nox is dominating the situation. He takes your hand as you sit back and tells you he's ready to leave if you want to.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus is not sure how to react. So, uh, as you leave, he gets mad. He takes his glass of wine, throws it at your father, immediately regrets it when he notices his dark stare and runs after you lmao. He tells you that he messed up bad, takes your hand and teleports away. That's the bravest he can be, and that's already a lot. Please cuddle him, he needs comfort. ... Oh shit, you need to comfort too, he forgot. How about.... Pizza? Oh man, he's so bad at this....

Fellswap Gold Sans - Before your father can touch you, Wine grabs his arm mid-air and breaks his wrist with a simple pressure. As your father screams in agony, Wine sits down like nothing happened and resumes eating. He doesn't care. You made a mistake, now cry. You sit next to him and go back to eat, a bit disturbed. Wine tells you not to feel guilty as your old man is wasting money for the both of you right now and that's already a great punishment. He's so going to abuse his position as a guest just to piss him off.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee watches you run away in complete panic. Don't abandon him here! Oh man, that's so awkward. He stays eyes in eyes with your father for three entire minutes, then he coughs and decides to run after you. He's not too sure what's going on, but he hates the tension and he hates that you're obviously hurt. Do you want to flee? He's the best at escaping awkward situations. You two teleport in his panic closet. So... uh... Cuddles? No?

[lapisnotlazuli]

Calling Lapis fans/defenders "gooners" is insanely closed minded of people. Steven Universe is a show where things aren't black and white because it is written realistically. Just because someone takes the time to understand or defend a character doesn't mean they just like the character for their looks.

Lapis was used over and over again. First she was put in the mirror and used that way, then by Peridot and Jasper as a source of information, then by Jasper in a fusion. She never even wanted to be part of a war, she got caught up in one and it took thousands of years to escape.

Jasper was abusive and it's implied/can be assumed she was physical with Lapis on the ship (if anybody wants I can go into detail on this). Lapis had one chance to save Steven. She didn't want to be used again and she snapped back. Jasper was fully ready to use her, Lapis was reacting in a fight/flight mode. Sure she WAS by the ocean but could she really summon the water before Jasper hurt/shattered her and went after Steven? In a life or death situation you don't think logically. Her first instinct wasn't even to fight, she tries to run and Jasper grabs her. Maybe there were other solutions but it mainly feels like victim blaming. Jasper was ready to use Lapis for power and Lapis knew this. Lapis very much just reacted. Why does she have to be a perfect victim to Jasper's force/abuse? Why do people forget how logic can fly out the door in a life or death scenario? Sure she could have done things differently but SU writes her realistically, people being abused don't always make the prettiest choices.

Once Lapis got to Earth, she had a day before another gem who used her (Peridot) started to try to be her friend. She just wasn't ready for that. Peridot sorry might have felt genuine from Peridot's POV but to Lapis it just sounded like "sorry I used you but you were just really useful lol". Apologies with a "but" often feel so half hearted and like the situation was actually just the receivers fault. Of course, Lapis shouldn't have yelled or broke the tape recorder but she had tried to just say no earlier. She didn't go straight to yelling like people act like she did. She was pushed past a point and snapped. Both gems in this episode could have handled it better.

Putting that aside, they become great friends later and are close!! However there's only about a year between this and her finding out the diamonds were aware of Earth. She didn't have time to heal in that year- no human would and a year is almost nothing to gems. She wanted to keep Peridot safe, that's why she tried to take Peridot with her. Even though Peridot wanted to stay, Lapis was too scared to. She snapped at Peridot because she was scared for herself and Peridot. Peridot was era 2, she would have never known the war like Lapis did. Of course, yelling and taking the barn wasn't the right thing but it is not black and white. Judging based off future and the end of S5, they talked and Lapis most likely apologized.

Lapis did do things wrong but she still isn't a bad person. The fandom seems to think someone has to be perfect to be a good person but the truth is noone is perfect.

She could've done things differently and she could've done the "right" thing several times but she grew and changed after her choices. She came back to help defend Earth- she came back to Peridot. I wish people didn't just hate her to make another character look better. Lapis is a good person who was used over and over again, of course she had some flaws. But at the end of the day what matters is the nuance of the situation.

I will always defend Lapis because people never take more than 5 seconds to understand her. Black and white thinking is far to common especially in this fandom.

[casedclosedbye]

"Yes, Ma'am"

Derek Morgan x reader

Fluff

Wc: 4k

Summary: A heated argument between you and your boyfriend, Derek, leads to an unexpected consequence when Derek jokingly promises to do your bidding for four months if he repeatedly dismisses your feelings.

The argument had been heated, to say the least. What started as a minor disagreement had escalated quickly, with both of you yelling at each other in frustration. Derek’s temper flared, and your patience wore thin. Words were thrown back and forth, sharp and biting.

"I don’t get why you’re making this such a big deal!" Derek snapped, pacing the living room, his hands clenched into fists.

"Because you’re *constantly* telling me I’m wrong!" you shot back, voice rising. "And it’s exhausting, Derek. I can’t even speak without you correcting me every time."

"That’s not what I’m doing! You’re just being overly sensitive!" He turned away, his back stiff, clearly trying to hold his ground.

You stood there, seething. His dismissal of your feelings, the constant undermining, it all hurt more than he seemed to realize. "I don’t know how many times I have to say it—just *listen* to me for once!"

Derek froze, his shoulders tense, and you could practically feel the distance between you growing wider with every passing second. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you spoke again.

"You've told me I’m wrong ten times today, Derek," you said, your voice steady but laced with a quiet anger that you couldn’t hide.

Derek blinked, clearly taken aback, but he didn’t respond immediately. You could see his brain working, trying to recall the times he had dismissed you.

"Ten?" His voice was softer now, the edge of frustration gone. "I didn’t realize…"

"Yeah, ten." You crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check, but inside, you were livid. "You can’t just keep shutting me down like this and expect everything to be fine."

A few hours passed after that, the two of you in separate rooms, cooling down. You needed space, and Derek did too. The silence was painful, but you knew it was necessary. Finally, as the sun began to set, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Derek appeared in the doorway, his face softer now, his usual confidence replaced with something more vulnerable.

"Hey," he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I... I’ve been thinking about everything I said. And you’re right. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I’m sorry."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah," Derek nodded, a sheepish grin starting to form. "I was being a stubborn ass. I shouldn’t have dismissed your feelings, and I definitely shouldn’t have told you you were wrong so many times." He rubbed his neck. "I was frustrated, but that’s no excuse. I was wrong."

You nodded, relieved that he was finally admitting what you already knew. But now, it was your turn to make your point.

"I appreciate the apology," you said, walking toward him. "But I think there’s a little something you need to remember from months ago." You smiled mischievously and tapped your wristwatch.

Derek raised an eyebrow, confused, as you pulled out your phone and pressed a button. A voice, unmistakably Derek’s, echoed from the speaker, and you watched his expression shift from confusion to realization.

"I, Derek Morgan, will buy my girlfriend whatever she wants, do all her chores, and whatever she wants for 2 whole weeks if I piss her off, or tell her she’s wrong more than two times. And if I tell her she’s wrong for twice that amount, I will do her biddings for a whole month... happy?"

You looked up at him with a smirk. "Remember that, babe?"

His eyes widened as he processed what you had just played. You had recorded it months ago, during a light-hearted conversation when you both were joking about how often he called you out. At the time, Derek had made a ridiculous promise, thinking you would never actually hold him to it.

"So," you continued, your grin growing wider, "you told me I was wrong 10 times today. So that means... four months of doing my bidding."

Derek stared at you for a moment, eyes darting between you and his smartwatch, then let out a resigned sigh. He rubbed his face, clearly embarrassed. "I was being a fool, wasn’t I?"

"You were," you replied, voice full of mock sympathy. "But it’s okay. You *did* promise, after all."

He sighed again, the tension in his posture melting as he finally gave in. "Okay. Okay, I admit it. Four months. I’ll do whatever you want." His tone was a mix of frustration and amusement. "This is the worst thing I’ve ever promised in my life."

You chuckled, crossing your arms. "You should’ve thought about that before you pissed me off, Derek."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you two and pulling you into a tight embrace. "You really know how to hold me to my word, don’t you?"

"Yes, ma’am," you said sweetly, enjoying every moment of his surrender.

Derek laughed softly, his hands rubbing your back. "Yes, ma’am… four months. I’m gonna be your servant."

You smiled up at him, your heart softening despite everything that had happened. "I like the sound of that."

"You’re evil, you know that?" he said with a teasing grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"You brought it upon yourself, Derek."

He chuckled and pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes with a genuine smile. "I’ll make it up to you. I promise."

"Good," you said with a smirk. "And don’t forget, you’ve got a lot of work to do for the next four months."

"Yes, ma’am," he repeated, the words now a playful promise that you knew he would keep.

The next few days were nothing short of entertaining. Derek, for all his bravado and confidence, quickly learned that making a promise in the heat of the moment wasn’t as easy to keep when the actual work began. The first task he had to tackle? Grocery shopping.

"You’re sure about this list?" Derek asked, glancing down at the sheet of paper you handed him.

"Yes," you replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "I want everything on there. Don't forget the organic kale, and don't even think about getting the generic brand of almond milk."

"Why the organic kale, though?" Derek asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. "It all looks the same to me."

"Don’t question the kale," you said, a playful tone lacing your words. "Just get it."

He sighed dramatically, but he knew better than to push it. With a huff, he grabbed his keys. "Fine, but I’m going to look ridiculous carrying this list around."

"Not my problem," you shot back with a smirk. "Enjoy your grocery trip, servant."

When he returned an hour later, Derek wasn’t quite as amused. He dragged his feet through the door, arms laden with bags, looking slightly frazzled.

"Next time, I’m giving you a list with nothing but ‘toothpaste,’ ‘toilet paper,’ and ‘bread,’" he grumbled, dropping the bags onto the counter with an exaggerated sigh.

You grinned, unfolding the bags with glee. "You got everything, though?"

He hesitated, looking inside the bags as if half-expecting some sort of disaster to be hidden among the kale and almond milk. "I didn’t forget anything, but... I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more judged by the cashier in my life."

You chuckled, setting the kale and almond milk in their proper places. "Oh, Derek. The things we do for love."

The next task was even more amusing. You’d decided that Derek’s first real test of submission—er, servitude—would be cleaning the bathroom. You handed him the cleaning supplies with a wicked grin.

"You said it, you do it. Go clean the shower."

Derek stared at the mop and cleaning sprays with a sense of dread, knowing full well what was coming. "Are you serious? This is torture."

"You promised, remember?" you teased, watching as he reluctantly began scrubbing away. "Besides, I thought you might enjoy being at my beck and call."

The scrubbing continued for the next hour. Derek had grumbled at first but then settled into a resigned rhythm, muttering under his breath about how *no one ever told him relationships would be like this.*

At some point, you heard him grumbling about how much he hated cleaning the shower, followed by a particularly loud *"This is what I get for pissing her off."*

You couldn't help but laugh, standing at the bathroom door, arms crossed as you observed Derek’s ordeal.

"I can hear you, you know," you teased.

He glanced up from scrubbing the tiles, eyes wide. "I’m just... I’m just saying. This is how it’s gonna be for four months?"

"Yup," you said smugly. "Better get used to it."

The next few weeks were filled with more and more of Derek’s servitude, each task escalating in ridiculousness. From ironing your clothes perfectly, to doing all the laundry, Derek even found himself trying his hand at cooking dinner, which, let's just say, didn’t go as planned.

He handed you the plate, looking almost proud of himself. "I made spaghetti."

You picked up a fork, inspecting the dish carefully before looking up at him with mock seriousness. "This... this looks like a crime scene. What did you *do* to the spaghetti?"

Derek’s face turned red with embarrassment. "I followed the instructions! The noodles are just a little overcooked, okay? It’s not that bad!"

You raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of the mushy noodles. Derek waited with bated breath, watching for your reaction. You chewed slowly, giving him a blank stare.

"It’s... it’s *fine,*" you said finally, trying to keep a straight face. "Definitely not something you should make me eat again, though."

He sighed in relief, but you could see the disappointment on his face. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he muttered.

"I’m lucky *you* promised to cook for me for the next few months," you quipped back.

But it wasn’t all just playful teasing. As the days wore on, Derek’s attitude shifted in a subtle but important way. He was no longer the frustrated, stubborn man who had gotten caught up in his own pride. The more he served you, the more he seemed to listen—really listen—to you. And in turn, you found yourself letting go of the resentment that had been building up before the argument.

One evening, as you two were watching TV on the couch, Derek handed you a bowl of popcorn. He’d made it himself, this time without burning it.

"Here," he said, sitting down beside you. "Popcorn, no overcooked spaghetti in sight."

You smiled at the gesture, feeling a warmth in your chest. "Thank you, Derek."

"Yeah, well," he said, his voice softening. "It’s kind of nice, you know? Taking care of you. Even if it started as a... punishment."

You looked at him, really looked at him. For the first time in a while, it wasn’t about proving something or being right—it was about the two of you, making it work despite the bumps along the way.

"I guess I’m not as evil as I look," you teased.

Derek smirked, leaning in closer to kiss your forehead. "Only a little evil, maybe."

But as the days turned to weeks, the line between joking and genuine affection blurred, and you both realized that the promise Derek had made, though born of frustration and pride, had inadvertently brought the two of you closer. In those four months of “servitude,” there were no more arguments about being right or wrong, no more fights that escalated beyond repair. Instead, there were quiet moments of understanding, shared laughter, and—when he slipped up—affectionate reminders of the promise he had made.

One evening, about halfway through the second month, Derek came to you, a bit nervous.

"So, uh, I know I’m supposed to do whatever you want for four months, but..." he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. "What if... what if I told you that I kind of... like doing this? You know, taking care of you?"

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Well, Derek, I’m glad to hear it. Because, you see, you’ve still got two more months left of this."

He groaned dramatically, but this time, there was no frustration behind it—just a tired but affectionate smile.

"Yeah, I know," he said, pulling you into his arms. "I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. But I *really* don’t think I’ll ever make that mistake again."

You laughed, kissing him softly. "I hope not."

And so, over the course of the next two months, Derek became a master of doing your bidding, and the two of you grew even closer.

As his “sentence” came to an end, you couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet tinge in your heart.

"So, what happens when the four months are up?" Derek asked, looking down at you as you both sat on the couch one last time.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. "I think we’ve both learned a lot. But I’m not done with you yet."

Derek’s eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean by that?"

You grinned, leaning in close. "You really think I’m going to let you off that easy? We’ve still got a *lot* of unfinished business, Derek."

Derek let out a groan, but this time, it was with affection. "You’re never going to let me forget, are you?"

"Not a chance," you said, laughing softly. "Now, get to work, servant."