#but whatever i guess! just gonna be terrified for no reason forever!
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catboypheromones · 3 months ago
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ffxiv gives me the worst anxiety when it comes to doing dungeons/raids/etc like I'm sooooo scared the whole time & then when it's over EVERY SINGLE TIME I'm like "wow that was really easy actually what the hell......" but I never ever learn from this & I still get scared for the next dungeon no matter what
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yeowangies · 2 years ago
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Want You
PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, loss of virginity. WARNINGS: A little questionable behaviour on both parts, mainly Vegeta, but nothing too intense (I guess). WORDCOUNT: 7215
Summary:
Vegeta looked bewildered when you kissed him, and stunned when you touched him a little lower than usual. You would have associated the blush on his face to his shyness, but now you’re starting to think he isn��t just shy around women. And his kiss had felt… inexperienced. 
No way. Vegeta is a virgin. 
Notes:
Tumblr found out about virgin!Vegeta, a lot of great fic authors gave their takes, and now it's my turn. Can yall believe this fic was initially 4k words?
I kinda mixed this with Yandere!Vegeta but it's very light, it's just a little questionable but nothing too heavy lmao. This fic technically takes place in the three year gap but I don't think I made the Vegeta during that time period justice, so...
Songs that inspired me: LOL and I Got Love, both by Taeyeon.
@dreadsuitsamus @carnal-lnstinct (and thank you for helping me with a few ideas @vegeta-bananabluish)
Vegeta being Bulma’s new houseguest caught your attention from the very first moment. You don’t judge her at all, but she used to be terrified of the Saiyans when they arrived, first Raditz, then Nappa and Vegeta, so you didn’t expect her to invite one of them to stay over at her house. It also surprised you that he voluntarily stayed. 
Most of the time, he spends his day training in the gravity room Bulma had built, so you rarely even see him when you go to stay at her house. But when he stops his training and actually steps out in public to eat, or for whatever reason, you cannot help but stare a little too long. Are all Saiyans this attractive? Goku certainly is, and so was his brother and even Nappa. But Vegeta has a different kind of charm, like it would hurt to even touch him with his palpable ‘rough around the edges’ attitude. 
It amuses you to no end to watch Bulma tease Vegeta whenever you’re around, because that’s when his walls come down a little. He looks so incredibly flustered when he hears a comment that’s remotely suggestive. Who would have thought that such a regal, proud man would seem like such a prude? Bulma wasn’t even being her most vulgar self most of the time, that would have surely scared him off forever.
You can’t help but want to tease him a little as well whenever you see him, just to see his reaction. And you try to do it, one time when you’re in the kitchen and he just happens to walk in, obviously looking for food to replenish his energy after his training. 
“Hey, Vegeta.” You singsong as soon as you see him. Vegeta only grunts, not even looking your way as he heads towards the fridge. “Whatcha doing?”
“Don’t you have eyes?” He retorts with spite.
“Are you gonna keep training after this?” You ask, ignoring the rudeness in his tone.
“Obviously.”
“You should relax a little.” Vegeta looks at you then for a brief second before carrying an insane amount of food to the table. He doesn’t actually reply, so you go on. “Your body needs to recover, especially after training as hard as you do.”
He starts eating without acknowledging your words, and you pout angrily. It’s not the first time he ignores you, so you let it go, focusing on watching him eat instead. Being a Saiyan, he eats as if he had been starving for weeks, though he does it with slightly better manners than Goku. It still entertains you enough to watch him gulp down entire plates as if it’s nothing. 
“Why do you keep staring at me, woman?!” Vegeta suddenly yells, startling you. 
“Well, I… You eat as if you haven’t eaten in ten years, and it’s funny…” You offer him a small smile, but he only scoffs in response. “Besides, you’re really handsome too.”
Vegeta visibly tenses, and the tip of his ears get red instantly. You smile, delighted by his instant reaction to such a small, innocent comment. 
“Your race is so distasteful, I can’t stand it.” He mutters mostly to himself, but you heard him loud and clear, and it only makes you giggle. He seems ready to insult you directly when you do it, but he winces suddenly, and you know it’s not because of you. 
“Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?” 
When you stand from your seat and approach Vegeta, reaching your hands towards his shoulder, the place where he seems to be hurting, he slaps your hands away. 
“Don’t touch me.” 
“Vegeta, if you’re hurt, you should really take it easy-”
“What the fuck do you know? If I don’t train, your mudball of a planet is doomed.” He spits before swallowing down the rest of his food in one go. “I don’t need your help.”
You glare at him, but when he hurriedly walks out the kitchen, you let him go.
The next time you see him, he is, for the umpteenth time, resting in one of Bulma’s medical rooms. 
“I told you you should take it easy.” You say when you walk into his room. Vegeta groans when he sees you, obviously not too pleased to hear an ‘I told you so’. “I brought you dinner, by the way.”
You leave the capsule full of food by the nightstand; it is easier to carry an insane amount of food that way. Vegeta doesn’t even look at you when you take a seat by his bed, and he looks nervous that you’re even there, for whatever reason.
“I’m supposed to check on your bandages, you know.”
“I don’t need your help, woman.” You roll your eyes, sitting on the bed this time and startling Vegeta, making him sit up abruptly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
“I’m gonna change your bandages, idiot!”
“Don’t you dare-”
You’re not really paying attention to his words as you lean over his body, removing the sheets down to his thighs as you reach for the bandages on his torso. Before you can even touch him, his hands wrap around your wrist, tightly, making you wince. 
“I told you not to touch me!”
“Why are you so stubborn?! I need to check your injuries!”
His hold on your arms gets even stronger, and you whine loudly, because it’s starting to actually hurt. Vegeta lets you go, to your surprise, but he doesn’t look any less sorry for hurting you. 
“I’m just trying to help you, Vegeta.” 
You glare at him, and he returns the same look as he locks eyes with you. You attempt to reach for his bandages on his chest again, and he lets you this time, remaining silent as you get rid of the old material and replace it with new bandages. His eyes are fixed on your every move, and it feels like he’s burning holes right through you. 
The next few days, when you check up on Vegeta again, he doesn’t protest when it’s time to change his dressings. What you do notice is his cheeks getting a little pink when your fingers linger a little too long on his abdomen. Your touch is not exactly accidental; you had been ogling him way too much before this incident, and now you could touch him. It’s not like you’re touching anywhere private anyway, so you let your fingertips drag a little down his stomach before pulling away. 
“I know what you’re doing, woman.” Vegeta suddenly says as you finish wrapping up his bandages. 
“Helping you heal?” You remark, snarky.
“Crossing dangerous lines with your hands.”
“Oh?” You smile knowingly, leaning a bit closer to his face.
You’re playing with fire, you know it quite well, especially because this guy could literally obliterate you in a second. But the red color on his cheeks encourage you, especially as he keeps getting redder the more you lean towards him. 
“Should I stop?” You ask him in a low voice, one of your hands slowly trailing down his abdomen. 
Vegeta actually looks frightened, with eyes opened wide when he slaps your hand away, but he doesn’t actually speak. You know you must look surprised yourself that he had pushed you away like that (and harder than you expected him too), but he hasn’t actually told you to stop. 
Your hand reaches for the sheet covering his lap this time, carefully just in case he slaps it away again, which you would take as a definite sign to stop. He doesn’t move at all when you slowly drag the sheet down, and when you look down, you finally understand why he’s so flustered this time. 
He has an erection. Simply because you have touched him. 
It must be obvious how startled you look to find his hard-on straining his boxers, especially because Vegeta pulls at the sheets to cover himself after a moment. You stop him, putting your hand over his as you lock eyes with him again. He’s still very red, but if anything he also looks a little ashamed. It works well for you that he hasn’t tried to kill you yet; but now that you’ve seen this, you can’t deny that you want to have a little taste.
Trying to ease him into the plan you have in mind, you lean closer once again, stopping when your face is only an inch away from his. He doesn’t push you away or even move. Closing the space between you, you press your lips to his in a small, innocent kiss. Vegeta keeps staring at you when you pull away, still taken aback, but no longer ashamed. There’s some kind of dark glint in his eyes that speaks a thousand words about how interested he is in your attention. 
With a sudden hand on the back of your neck, he suddenly pulls you in for another kiss. A hungry, more urgent kiss, albeit a bit sloppy, as he just glides his lips over yours. You cup his cheek, humming when you slip your tongue inside his mouth, pleased when he mimics your moves. 
Breaking the kiss, you pull away a little, giggling when Vegeta leans in again, expecting more. You rest your hands on his hips, slowly trailing them towards the hem of his underwear. 
“I can help you relax, if you want.” You whisper, sliding your fingers down the fabric of his boxers. 
“What a lewd woman you are…” Vegeta replies, his eyes just as intensely fixed on you as they have been the entire time before he captures your lips in another searing kiss, which you return just as hungrily. 
Pushing down his underwear, you reach for his dick. His body tenses when you wrap your hand around it, and you make a surprised noise against his lips. You should have known how big he is with an attitude like that. You take your time stroking him without pulling away from his lips, delighted when he grunts into your mouth. 
As you start pumping him, you pull away, licking your lips as you take in the sight of your hand wrapped around his length. Your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is. You don’t want to waste any more time, so you shift on the bed to better position yourself before leaning down.
Vegeta practically screams when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, and for a second you think you actually hurt him if it isn’t for the way his hips jerk upwards. Encouraged by the groans that leave his lips when you swirl your tongue around the tip, you slowly take more of him in, your lips descending around his length as you run your tongue on the underside. He grunts and gasps with every glide of your lips over his dick, and you’re so thrilled to actually hear those noises coming from Vegeta of all people, you can’t help but moan around him. His hips keep snapping into your mouth the more you take him, until finally the tip grazes your throat. 
You try to hold him in place for a second before pulling back, letting him enjoy the wet warmth of your mouth, but his hips keep moving, seeking more friction. You try to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, pressing your tongue against his cock as you move. Vegeta curses under his breath constantly, in between groans, and when he gets louder, you know he’s about to come. Way faster than you expected, actually. 
The head nudges the back of your throat as you eagerly suck, and that’s all it takes for him to come, his dick throbbing in your mouth as he spurts cum down your throat, forcing you to swallow. You do so, a little annoyed he hasn’t actually warned you, but you let him ride out his peak, his dick pumping into you until he suddenly stops. 
Pulling away, you clear your throat, trying not to cough as you straighten up. Vegeta is still blushing, though you know it’s from the strain of your ministrations rather than shyness. His eyes are unfocused, half-lidded, and sweat is adorning his forehead. Your chest swells with pride; you have reduced the Prince of all Saiyans to this flustered mess. 
“Get out.” 
Vegeta’s voice startles you, especially because he’s telling you to leave. You frown, opening your mouth to tell him that after what you’ve done, he should treat you nicely, but he speaks again. 
“Get. Out.”
“You’re such a fucking jerk!” You manage after a minute of staring at each other angrily before getting off his bed and practically sprinting towards the door. 
You feel a little humiliated as you walk away from his room as fast as you can. Your blowjob must have been good by how fast he came, you would have thought he would be nice afterwards. Return the favor, even.
Freezing on your spot in the middle of the hall, you gasp. 
Vegeta looked bewildered when you kissed him, and stunned when you touched him a little lower than usual. You would have associated the blush on his face to his shyness, but now you’re starting to think he isn’t just shy around women. And his kiss had felt… inexperienced. 
No way. Vegeta is a virgin. 
The more you realize that’s surely the case, the more embarrassed you feel. If you had known that before, you would have been a little more delicate about it, though you doubt Vegeta would have wanted to admit he’s in fact a virgin. Moreover, if you confront him about it now, he still probably won’t admit it. You consider apologizing for coming off so strongly, but you don’t want him to get mad at you for implying he’s inexperienced. But why else would he have told you to get out like that, too?
You’re more convinced about it when a couple of days go by and you don’t even see Vegeta. At all. He hasn’t even healed yet, but he’s nowhere to be found inside the house, at least not when you go over to check on him. And the gravity room is turned on, you can hear the vibrating sounds it produces. You would smack him if you could, but you’re pretty sure he’s avoiding you.
To your amusement, he walks by the kitchen when you’re there one time, and he freezes the moment you lock eyes with him. For a second, you assume he’s going to flee, but he walks in, doing his best to ignore your presence. It’s both insulting yet hilarious; he seems like a teenager who’s trying very hard to ignore his crush. You’re not sure he has a crush on you, but he sure acts like he’s incredibly embarrassed about it. 
Your embarrassment and need to apologize fade away pretty quickly with this attitude he has now. 
“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time?” You ask him as he sits by the table to eat. He doesn’t reply. “After I gave you the best blowjob of your life?”
You laugh when he sputters, spitting all the food he had in his mouth. 
“You little vulgar woman!” He retorts, face red from both choking on food and from embarrassment. 
“Oh, shut up, you liked it.”
“I-I- How dare you?!”
“How dare I? After you kicked me out of your room like that?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to a human like you.”
“I suppose you don’t,” You stand up from your seat, a little more angry than you’d like to admit. “But I would assume a prince would be a little more considerate, especially because I wouldn’t mind doing more things like that in the future.”
Vegeta gapes at you as you walk out the kitchen. 
His attitude towards you doesn’t seem to change, he still avoids you whenever you’re at Capsule Corp. And you’re pissed, initially, but as days go by, you simply get used to the idea that he probably didn’t even want what you did to him in that room. Maybe he doesn’t even like you enough. You feel insulted, but you can’t blame him. 
You were expecting more, though, so you do feel a little disappointed. 
You run into Vegeta occasionally, mostly when you’re in the kitchen, and he keeps ignoring you, but you can feel his eyes on you as you move around. Neither of you speak to each other, and you’re getting used to the silence. But his eyes feel like they are burning holes right through you. And the more you get used to that feeling of being constantly watched, you start to feel like that in other moments throughout the day. Like when you’re in Bulma’s garden, or in her lab, helping her with whatever she needs. 
It starts to get a little uncomfortable when you feel it as you walk back to your own house. 
You aren’t sure if what you’re sensing is Vegeta’s eyes on you, but it certainly feels that way; after all, you don’t feel ki like the rest of your friends do. But if this is him you’re feeling nearby, then what the fuck is he doing? 
“Vegeta,” You call for him one day when he walks by the living room in Capsule Corp. He stops in his tracks and looks at you without uttering a single word. “Are you stalking me?”
He freezes in his spot, and he looks at you with wide eyes. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? Because I feel your eyes on me wherever I go.” Vegeta frowns, his fists clenching on his side. “If it’s not you, then I guess I have another stalker.”
“Stupid woman…” He mutters, and you roll your eyes. 
“Vegeta, as a woman, I know when someone is following me.”
“What does gender have to do with that?!”
“It’s gonna take a while to explain.” You thinned your lips, looking him over. He looks slightly embarrassed, and you have to remind yourself that he’s an alien. You’re not sure why he would follow you around like that, or if this attitude has anything to do with misogyny. But you’re going to have to drag this out of him, especially if you want to know why. “Vegeta, I’m not mad at you, but… I just wanna know.”
He doesn’t reply, averting his eyes towards the nearest wall. You sigh. Maybe you are a little annoyed. 
“Fine. Whenever you wanna talk, I’m sure you can find me.” You tell him, passing by him as you walk out the room. 
You don’t think he would want to talk to you at all, at least not any time soon. So you’re surprised that night, when you’re about to walk into your own house to hear his voice right behind you, calling your name. You yell instinctively, startled, and turn around to slap your attacker, only to find yourself face to face with Vegeta. 
“Relax, woman, it’s me.” He says, with a little amusement in his voice. Your hand has actually collided with his face, but he seems unfazed. 
“Fuck, why did you scare me like that?! And what is your face made of?!” Your hand tingles; it feels as if you had hit a rock. 
Vegeta chuckles when you hold your hand tightly to your chest. It makes your heart flutter to actually see him entertained by something, even if that something is you being in pain. 
“Are you going to walk in?” He asks after a moment of silence. 
You nod wordlessly, opening your front door before walking in with Vegeta trailing behind you. Your place is not nearly as huge as Bulma’s home, but it’s enough space for you, the living room and kitchen being more than enough for you to feel comfortable if you want to have people over.
“Your house is small.” Vegeta comments.
“More like, Bulma’s place is enormous.” You scoff. Leaving your bag on the couch, you turn to face him, trying not to show that you’re a little mad at his attitude. “Well? Have you or have you not been following me around these last few days?”
His shoulders tense visibly as his gaze connects with yours. 
“I have been… following you.”
“Why?!”
Vegeta crosses his arms in front of his chest, but he doesn’t look as arrogant when he does it as he normally would; he actually looks wary. 
“Isn’t that what human women like?” He asks with a slight edge on his voice.
“...What?” You stare at him, confused, as he turns his gaze towards the side, his cheeks flushing a light pink. You’re not exactly sure what he means, so you don’t even know how you should react. 
“I’ve been watching those things you humans have on TV.” He says after a while, still avoiding your eyes. 
“Huh?”
“You heard me!” 
“I… I still don’t understand…”
Vegeta growls, brows furrowed and shoulders tensing even more as his eyes finally lock with yours.
“Human females like to be followed around, don’t they?! That’s what the TV showed!”
“I… Hold on, you’ve been following me because you think I like that?!”
Vegeta nods, and you look at him, bewildered and surprised, and a lot of other emotions at once. He has been following because he thought you like that. You have to briefly wonder what kind of shows he's been watching to get to that conclusion, but you also wonder why he would do something that he thought you might like to begin with. 
“Ok, we have a lot to unpack here.” You say, taking a seat by the kitchen table. “I don’t know what you’ve been watching, but… women don’t like stalkers, okay?”
“Then why-”
“I can’t explain the entire human history to you right now, but trust me on this, okay?”
Vegeta looks at you, confused and with his brow still furrowed, but doesn’t argue. You try to organize your thoughts before speaking again. 
“I wasn’t trying to hide my presence when I followed you.” He says, interrupting your thinking process. “That’s why you could feel I was watching you.”
“...Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Maybe to you, but I need you to say it. Especially after you stalked me for days.”
Vegeta groans, fidgeting in his spot and looking around the room to avoid your eyes. 
“I was trying to court you…” His gaze finally meets yours, and you smile.
“Wow, did you like the blowjob I gave you that much?”
“You-you indecent little-”
You snicker when his entire face turns red for the umpteenth time. Half the time you have seen Vegeta, his face seems to be permanently red, and it’s all thanks to you. 
“Vegeta, I told you that if you were nice to me, we could have done something like that again.”
“That-that’s what I was trying to do!”
“Oh…” You can’t help the smile slowly growing on your lips. “So, that was courting for you?”
He nods again, his eyes gauging your demeanor. 
“How do Saiyans court, normally?” When Vegeta looks at you with a knowing gleam in his eyes, you scoff. “Oh, don’t tell me you fight people you wanna have sex with.”
“That’s exactly what we do.”
“I see, I guess that’s why you looked so terrified when I got close to you.”
“You silly woman, I was not terrified of you!”
You snicker when he yells at you, obviously nervous about the tone of this conversation. 
“Then what was it?”
“I had no idea human females were so… forward.”
“Is that bad?”
“...No.” Vegeta seems genuine when he answers, so you don’t question him anymore. “Do you do those kinds of activities with other men?”
“What? No, of course not!” When he keeps staring at you, you feel the need to clarify. “I mean, only with the ones I like…?”
When Vegeta smirks, you feel your face heat up. If how much you were attracted to him wasn’t obvious before, it is now. As if you going down on him wasn’t enough of a sign. You stare at him as he approaches you, freezing on the spot as he leans down and puts his hands on the top rail of your chair, effectively caging you there. You wait for him to get even closer, to kiss you even, but he remains unmoved, his eyes fixed on your face.
“I don’t get it,” You start, licking your lips as you take a quick glance at his. “If fighting is how you pursue someone, then…”
“The fight isn’t always physical.”
“Oh…” You smile, slowly putting your hands on his shoulders. “I should argue harder, then?”
“I do like it when you argue with me.” He says, smirking.
Vegeta kisses you decidedly on the lips, one of his hands reaching for your cheek to cup your face. It surprises you that he would kiss you first, but he did say he has watched some TV shows, and the way his lips are gliding over yours seem enough proof that he had even been paying attention to this as well. This is softer and more sensual than the frantic kisses you exchanged the first time, and it warms your heart that he’s kissing you like this. 
“Vegeta,” You whisper, pulling away to catch your breath. “Is this the first time you’re doing something like this?”
His eyes are dark, but as those words left your lips, he seems annoyed. You confirm it when he suddenly pulls away. 
“Wait,” You grab his arm to keep him in place. “There’s nothing wrong with that! But…”
“But what?” He growls.
“I would have done things differently?”
He keeps his gaze focused on you, and as seconds pass by, you’re pretty sure he’s going to leave. 
“Do you want me, Vegeta?” He doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t pull away from your touch either. Sliding your hand up his arm, you gently stroke his bicep, trying to be as comforting as you can. “I want you. I meant it when I said I want to do this with you.”
You trail your hand down his abdomen, stopping at the hem of his pants to emphasize your point. 
“Tell me you want me… and I’ll show you some things.” 
Vegeta eyes you intensely before he abruptly grabs both of your hands to pull you upwards, making you yelp as you stand up. 
“I want you, you insufferable brat.”
You chuckle quietly as he leans in to capture your lips in a fiery, heated kiss. The more you kiss, the more unabashed he becomes about exploring your mouth and your body, his hands letting go of yours to wrap themselves around your waist. You hum contently, sneaking your arms around his shoulders and kissing him back just as hungrily. 
In a matter of seconds, you feel his erection pressed insistently to your stomach, almost begging for attention. You step backwards a little, his grip on your body not letting you move much, but he seems to understand your reasoning. You guide him as best you can to your room without breaking the kiss, until the back of your knees touch your bed. 
Vegeta pulls away first, practically pushing you down on the mattress as he stares down at you like a predator. You’re not entirely sure how much Vegeta knows about sex, and by the way he reacted before, you’re not going to test your luck and ask him now, not when you’re so close to being able to freely touch and please him. But he’s staring at you like he’s expecting something, so you open your mouth to nicely ask him if he knows what comes next, but he talks first.
“Use your mouth, like you did before.”
“Excuse me?” You quirk an eyebrow, staring at him incredulously. 
“You heard me.” Vegeta says, looking as arrogant as ever. 
“What’s the magic word?” You singsong, grinning widely. When he looks at you, confused, you clarify. “If you say ‘please’, I’ll do it.”
He growls quietly, seemingly considering not even doing it, but to your amusement, he does.
“Please.” He mutters quietly, momentarily glaring at you.
You keep smiling as you reach for his hand, gesturing for him to sit down on the bed next to you. When he does, you kiss him, tugging at his shirt to get it off him, only breaking the kiss when he pulls it up his arms. 
It’s your intention to take things a little slow as compared to that first time, especially knowing that Vegeta is inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. You can show him how nice it is when foreplay is done right, so you aim to please, one of your hands sneaking towards the front of his pants to stroke him. He grunts, hips jerking into your touch as you trail your lips down his neck.
Vegeta is more impatient than you expect, as he suddenly slaps your hand away to pull down his skin tight pants. His dick bounces when he pushes down his underwear, and your conviction wavers; foreplay is important and all, but you want him in your mouth again. You wrap your hand around it, stroking it gently as you lick up his neck, softly nipping at his jaw, pleased to hear him groan when you do it. 
One of his hands finds your shirt, pulling it swiftly off you, leaving you in your bra and pants. He stares at you as you stand up before sinking to the floor right in between his legs, moving your hands over his thighs. He shudders, his eyes threatening to close the closer you get to his erection. He groans loudly when you dart out your tongue and run it up his length before flicking it over the tip. Thrilled by his reaction, you smile cheekily at him before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. 
Vegeta is loud as you move your mouth and tongue over his dick, just as loud as he was the first time, and it sets fire to your insides knowing that you’re the one making him do all those wonderful noises. It takes you a couple of moves to get him to fully fit inside your mouth, but when the tip hits the back of your throat, he growls almost desperately. One of his hands finds your head, fingers threading through your hair and pushing you down for a moment before he lets you go. You don’t complain, only pulling back before bobbing your head up and down. You write a mental note to remind him not to push you too hard. 
When his hips start snapping with urgency, and his groans get even louder, you recognize that he’s close to an orgasm. Keeping things slow, sliding your lips back towards the tip, you consider pulling away altogether. If he comes now, you’re going to have to wait for your turn. You don’t get to decide when he suddenly thrusts into your mouth, once again the tip grazing your throat, and he comes, gasping and spilling his load, making you swallow. 
You pull away with a wet pop once his hips stop moving, steading yourself with your hands on his thighs. The sight of Vegeta post orgasm is truly something to behold; he’s panting and looking at you almost enamored, which you understand, considering this is only the second time he’s received a blowjob. 
As soon as you stand up to get on the bed, his hands are on your hips, pulling down your pants and underwear in one move. You yelp as he basically throws you on the bed, crawling on top of you less than a second later. He’s staring at you carefully, taking in the sight of your body, and you take the opportunity to do the same. You can’t believe the fact that this man, currently naked on top of you, is going to be intimate for the first time in his life with you. His body looks like it’s been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, with skin surprisingly soft, you notice as you run your hands down his chest, despite his many scars. Surely he must have had plenty of chances to be with whoever he wanted in the past. Though it suddenly dwells on you that he might not even have had the chance, being under the control of a space tyrant and all. 
Pushing your thoughts away, you notice Vegeta is staring at your chest, your bra the only piece of clothing still on your body. You move to take it off just as his hand reaches for one of your breasts, groping it gently once you’re fully naked. You choke back a gasp when his thumb brushes your nipple experimentally. 
“Do you like that?” He asks, genuinely curious. 
“Yeah…”
Vegeta hums in acknowledgement, once again running his finger over your nipple with a little more pressure. You don’t try to hide your moan this time, arching into his touch when he squeezed your flesh. His hand trails lower then, skimming down your waist and hip, caressing your body until he reaches your thigh. You have spreaded your legs a little to accommodate him when he got on top of you, so he could clearly see your entrance.
Sitting back, his hands spread your legs even more, exposing more of your sex to him, and you have to fight the urge to cover your face. You don’t mind that he looks at you, but this feels scrutinizing the more he stares. He swipes his thumb over your slit, making you flinch when he grazes your clit. He repeats the same action, this time with his eyes lingering on your face as he moves his finger over your sensitive skin, and you gasp when he touches your clit again. 
Smirking as if he has found the secret to immortality, Vegeta runs two fingers up and down your entrance before pressing his thumb to your clit, purposely rubbing it. You can’t help the sounds spilling from your lips as he stimulates you with obvious intent, gripping the sheets tightly to anchor yourself. Your hips stutter when he suddenly presses two fingers, slowly sliding them inside you as you moan loudly. Despite his smug look, he’s handling you with extreme care, carefully gliding his fingers in and out of you. 
For someone who was obviously naive when it comes to intimacy, it sure seems like he knows what he’s doing, especially when he presses his thumb to your clit again, moving it in time with the digits inside you. You only wish he would kiss you, but he looks content, staring down at you with dark hungry eyes as he pleasures you. 
You’re not sure if Vegeta can read your mind, but he leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss before pressing his lips down your neck. When he nibbles your jaw, you realize he is imitating what you did to him earlier. 
You frown, a little confused, when you hear him taking a deep breath against the skin of your neck.
“Did you just sniff me?” You ask, moaning at the end when his fingers curl inside you. 
“You smell pleasant.” Vegeta murmured into your ear.
“It-it’s the perfume…”
“No, it’s not that artificial scent you put on. You smell pleasant.”
You’re left speechless when his fingers start moving faster inside you. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close, and you gasp, surprised, when you notice his dick poking your stomach. You weren’t paying attention so you don’t know when he got his renewed erection, but you’re eager to have him inside you now that he’s available. 
“Vegeta…” You moan, holding onto him tighter as he mouths at your neck. “Stop teasing me…”
“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He chuckles against your skin. 
“I- Yes, but… I’m ready for you, ah!”
He turns to the side to kiss your lips, swallowing down all your noises as his tongue slides into your mouth. You hum, clinging to him desperately as his fingers keep touching you just right, getting you closer and closer to edge. 
“Vegeta!” You call for him again as your legs start twitching. “If you don’t stop… I’m gonna…”
Pulling away from you, Vegeta watches your face carefully as he keeps up his moves, his digits curling and stroking your insides insistently. You moan, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his shoulders. Your hips move against his hand, seeking more of him as you feel warmth suddenly spreading inside you. You come with a shaky moan, your body trembling underneath him as your mind turns blank. 
As you come down from your high, his fingers slide out of you, and you watch him bring them close to his face. You gasp in horror and embarrassment when he licks your release off his digits, and he stares at you with a smile, obviously amused at your reaction. You don’t dare to say anything, and you’re glad his only response to your surprise is a smirk. 
Vegeta shifts, sitting back to position himself better in between your legs as he guides his cock to your entrance. You put your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself when you feel the head nudging your skin.
“Slow…” You instruct him, looking down at his impressive length so close to your core. He is big, and you’re not sure if you can handle someone with that size who also happens to be an alien with superhuman strength (who also happens to be a mass murderer, but you don’t want to go there). 
“I will not hurt you.” Vegeta says, glancing at you. His voice is flat, but the look he gives you is comforting enough to know that his words are genuine. 
A strangled groan escapes his lips when he pushes inside you, and if you didn’t know any better, you would assume he’s being tortured. You hiss, the stretch feeling too much at once, and he isn’t even fully sheathed yet. He remains still for a moment before moving again, pushing more inside you. 
“Fuck…” Vegeta grunts, holding onto you so tightly you know there’s gonna be marks on your skin. “You’re so tight…”
Once he’s up to the hilt, you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. You have never felt this full before, and it aches, muscles you have never been aware of stretching to accommodate his cock. He remains surprisingly still as both of you get used to the sensation. It surprises you how considerate he’s being at the moment; he must want to relieve himself, but he’s looking at you, obviously noticing that you’re not fully comfortable yet, so he stays still. 
You reach for him, with a hand on the back of his neck to bring him down for a needy kiss. He grunts into your mouth, kissing you back rather shallowly as you hold him close. Your body soon relaxes, and you tighten your legs around his waist, letting him know that you’re ready for him to move. He pulls away enough to watch as his cock slides out of you before thrusting back in slowly. You moan when the tip hits inside you, filling you up to the hilt once more, and his dark eyes fix on your face, checking your reaction to ensure he hasn’t hurt you. 
Vegeta keeps a surprisingly slow pace, carefully gliding in and out of you, handling you with such care, you would have never thought he’s one of the most powerful beings on the planet. It’s fine at first, you’re also getting used to his cock and the stretch, after a while you need more. 
“Vegeta, you can go a little faster…” You say, locking eyes with him.
He looks at you with curiosity when you move one of your legs to prop it up his shoulder. He seems impressed by your flexibility (though you know being on a bed is what helps), and he smirks in response, one of his hands holding tightly onto your thigh. 
You whimper loudly when he starts thrusting into you with newfound vigor. You know he must be holding back his strength, but damn if it feels like he can already snap you in half with the pace he’s currently setting. The bed is creaking insistently with every move of his hips, the headboard hitting the wall up to the point you think it might break. But you really don’t care if the bed splits in half, or if the wall comes down; all you care about is Vegeta and his wonderful cock currently ramming into you as a tight familiar warmth starts blooming in your lower abdomen again. 
For a long moment, you forget that this is actually Vegeta’s first time, especially with how good it feels to have him inside you. But his body starts to shudder, and with a couple of powerful thrusts that makes pleasure run through your veins, he comes. You get to see his face, fully contorted in bliss, brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as his cock pulses inside you, filling you up to the brim and making you moan. He growls as he pumps into you, riding out his orgasm before he finally comes to a stop. 
He leans over you, burying his face in your neck, panting as he comes down from his peak. Your legs shiver slightly, feeling the weight of his body on top of you and twitching in response; you didn’t get to come this time and it feels a little uncomfortable, but you’re not mad. You take his effort into consideration, and he did make you come before, so you’re content. 
When you run your hands up and down his back soothingly, you feel his muscles tense after a moment. 
“You didn’t finish.” Vegeta says, pulling back to look at your face. 
“...I didn’t, but that’s ok. It’s not always necessary-”
He pulls away from you altogether with an angry grunt, making you hiss when his dick slips out, and for a second you think he might even leave. It startles you when you feel he’s rubbing himself against your lower lips, grazing your clit and making your legs shudder. 
“Are you telling me human men don’t care if their partner finishes?” Vegeta asks, almost annoyed. 
“Well… some of them don’t…” 
“Then what’s the point?”
“Um…” It’s getting harder to think as he keeps stroking himself against you, a few quiet noises escaping you as you try to find the words to speak. “Intimacy, I guess…?”
Vegeta tuts, and you gasp when you feel his cock nudging your entrance in what surely must be a record time. You look down to see for yourself, and you’re still stunned he got hard again, just minutes after he had come. Saiyan stamina sure is something insane. 
“To be clear,” Vegeta starts as he slowly eases himself inside you again. “You will always finish when you’re with me.”
His words sound almost like a threat, but every thought effectively leaves your brain once he’s fully inside you, and you stutter a moan when he starts moving, that heat in your stomach steadily growing back up and turning your brain into jelly. 
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soupedepates · 25 days ago
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Bazyli and Hanko belong to @noa-de-cajou
"Are you sick? Like. Idalia Lupsowiec. Asking for advice. To me."
"Don't give me shit for this Bazyli, or go on and you'll pay for the beers and the kebabs", I retort immediately.
"Ahah, I've said no word!" He laughs, then gives me that bratty grin. "So. What's the matter? Why do you need my immense wisdom for? Another argument with Zuza?"
"...kinda? But not really?"
"...Explain yourself?"
"Y'know Zuza is highly strung these days. With Czcibor at the hospital and all. And this weekend, I had Dima over. And Hanko was here. Like, he is always here, so I'm used to it and Dima knows him so I didn't think it would cause problems. So I just went to do the groceries for dinner and all. And..." I stop to think about my words. I am no good with 'em. Never liked 'em. "And something happened between Hanko and Dima. You know how I am with my kid, I guess I am something a bit overprotective but he is so young y'know... And OF COURSE Zuza is on Hanko's side."
"Yeah but what the actual fuck? What do you know advice for?"
"Listen, Dima had stolen my lighter and tried to light Hanko's hair on fire."
Bazyli almost drops his glass.
"He what."
"Dima is SIX, Hanko terrifies him! And I don't know, things must have gotten a bit heated about his reading exercises? Zuza told me she found Hanko holding my crying Dima by the collar. She assures me he didn't hit my kid but how can I be sure of that? Why would someone react like that with a six-year-old?"
"...That's a fucking lot to process."
"And that's not all. So now Hanko is with Zuza's mother and that hag won't let me talk to him. And Zuza is now mad at me for 'not being strict enough with my son', but hey! That's coming from the woman with an addict son hospitalised for an overdose! Talk about strictness in parenting! And now she-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there, Ida", he says abruptly. "Hanko has A LOT going on. Like, a LOT. I don't know how much, but clearly a fuckton of problems. Hell, if I had been him, I would've punched your kid in the face."
He sips his beer before continuing: "Sure, sure, Dmitry is six and the situation for him is difficult. TRUST ME, I know that shit. That ain't an excuse for that. I'm not saying to ground Dmitry forever. I'm saying he needs you to parent him for once. You can't let your ex do all the work when you know she's overwhelmed. And that's not Zuza's job, especially knowing that the kid hates her guts."
"I'm-"
"Not now kitten, daddy's speaking." He finishes his glass. "That's not okay to burn someone's hair. He gotta learn that. You gotta teach him that. That violence is not an appropriate answer."
He pauses, staring right at me. Fuck. The thing is, I listen to Bazyli. We're friends, and his insight often brings a better outlook on things. We're helping each other. That's why I asked him to hang out today after my shift.
"What should I do with Hanko, then? Let it slide?"
"You can also have a calm and reasoned talk with him. Y'know, like the adult you're supposed to be. Show Danuta you're not gonna hit him or whatever, go on a stroll with him, and yeah, just talk. It's the best thing to do."
"I still have to deal with Zuza. I've never seen her so mad at me", I respond.
"Gosh Idalia. You hurt your girlfriend in a moment she is extremely vulnerable and you're threatening to one of her kids. Think Idalia, THINK."
"What."
"You, perhaps, probably, should apologise and make up for it."
"Yeah", I sigh, forced to admit that he's right.
"Listen, I know you're head over heels for her, and she loves you too. But damn Idalia. One day, she'll eventually have enough of your bullshit if you don't fix your attitude. And we both know that you will do something stupid if you end up single."
At this thought I blemish. She wouldn't leave me. Would she?
"I don't wanna be the harbinger of bad news but stay jerky, die lonely. Perhaps you should see a therapist, your BPD is showing and as a friend I'm worried about you."
"What BPD-"
"Exactly. So, you pay and we'll get kebabs?"
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terriblelizbians · 9 days ago
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i wish i knew how to talk about how i don’t want to Work without sounding either like a spoiled lazy bitch or just very depressed. but it’s just insane and existentially terrifying to me to think about after i graduate im supposed to get a job and then just do it forever until i die i guess??? with at best limited and conditional vacation days and weekends that are entirely spent recovering from the week (since im currently going into law so it’s most likely gonna be 9-5 type shit). and if i try to say i can’t do that everyone around me is like “of course it sucks but we’ve all just got to deal with it” like why. Why literally why. i mean i know that work still needs to get done no matter what but when it’s for capitalism reasons and not directly helping society function reasons, and when it’s so inescapable and eternal, it’s just overwhelming and terrifying and stupid and i don’t want to do it and i don’t think i Can do it but what’s the alternative??? i don’t know what the alternative is. whatever it all fucking sucks
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rayclubs · 1 year ago
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Nobody asked for this but I'm rating TMA fear entities by how scary they are.
The Eye
This bitch should be afraid of me
I set my 0.5L bear head shaped glass mug of discount bootleg pepsi on the table and say "Watch This" and the ceaseless wanker never recovers
0/10 turn your gaze upon. My peanits
The Web
Kind of a MILF and they do intimidate me if I'm being honest
Spiders are pretty disturbing ever since I wrote that story about a gigantic man-eating species with blades for legs, but then there's Jolene who lives on my window and catches the bugs that are Far Worse so I don't even know
4/10 for honest effort, you go girl
The Dark
Scary in the sense that I will stab me goddamn toe
So fun fact, when I was a kid my parents brought home a wooden crate full of pears and set it on the floor near the kitchen doorframe and I ran by at full speed and whacked my pinky toe against it full force, it was bleeding like fuck but for whatever genius reason my parents didn't move the crate so next day I ran the exact same trajectory and didn't have a nail on my pinky toe for six months. But that was in broad daylight so
2/10 get torched idiot
The Vast
I could never be afraid of something so, so sexy
I guess I have an instinctive moderate fear of heights? I did fall off a tree once, and I am prone to window-jumping attempts, but it's not like I can't climb a ladder or anything. The ocean though? The open space? Tell me more
3/10 we on purposed kiss
The Buried
I would DIE in the buried
Petition to rename Too Close I Cannot Breathe to Get The Fuck Away From Me
7/10 can you tell I'm familiar with the crushing weight of poverty
The Flesh
Too funny to be scary
Yeah blood, yeah meat, I'm made of it babygirl don't even worry. I bet you only hate Viscera because your ribs are weird. Not me. Could never be me. My rib is beautiful and pristine, my bone marrow is delish, and my garden is FLOURISHING.
2/10 for the fear of actually going to the gym
The Hunt
It's Gonna Getcha
Kind of boring? Neighborhood stray dogs are scary but at some point you just say "fuck it" and walk the shortcut anyway. We don't have wolves or bears here where I live, it's pretty chill.
2/10 vampires aren't even that sexy (sorry)
The Corruption
I do NOT. Fuck with The Corruption. I DO NOT. Fucking hell.
Bone-chilling, terrifying, absolute bullshit whore of a fear, I HATE her, I hate her SO MUCH, watch me run out of my house screaming upon encountering one motherfucking bitch of a worm, I'm calling extermination services so quick you won't even have the time to say "Filth", FUCK The Corruption
10/10 aaa a a aa a a
The Stranger
Who
I don't know what "uncanny valley" means. I've read the definition but I do not understand the concept. Plastic people don't make any sense to me. "Things that aren't what they should be" does not make sense to me. I Might have identity issues
0/10 fucking clowns
The Slaughter
Soldier TF2
Respectfully and conceptually frightening but not on any personal level. Don't like thinking about it because there's a war just over the border right now, but also everyday things still need done y'know?
5/10
The Spiral
Hawt
Another thing that is conceptually scary but I would just deal with it in a producthve manner because I'm autism powers. Also I get lost even in normal, non-distorted places, so I'm what you may call experienced
4/10 mickey
The Lonely
MY GORGEOUS WIFE
I think about The Lonely at least once a day, I want to go there forever. Will you go to The Lonely with me? Will you? Will you?
0/10 she makes me so happy I want to cry
The Desolation
Yeah fire doesn't do it for me
Can't be scared of losing your home if you don't have a home in the first place
3/10 I'm scared of mean women
The Extinction
Been there done that
More hopeful than scary. Made in Heaven that shit aye
1/10 who gives a shits
The End
Ah well
I mean, I could die tomorrow and I wouldn't care. Cause I'd be dead. Cheers for the living but I'm different.
2/10 the scariest part is all the tentacles
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cuttoncandyhair · 11 months ago
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thoughts on some (canon) HoN couples
Zoey and Stark: I never really understood what their connection was supposed to be. She thought he was hot and he for some reason decided to be eternally loyal to her for... what reason again? So I guess they will be together forever. Should they be? Probably not. They fight an awful lot. I consider them the kind of couple that'll come to resent each other but won't break up. Fun! Aphrodite and Darius: I think they'll last. I just don't like them together. Their relationship is almost too perfect. It's like the authors brain stormed about what kind of relationship they wanted to give to Aphrodite, picked an idea, but never developed it further. They also didn't really give Darius much of a personality. He is a perfect warrior and a perfect lover for Aphrodite. Period. Considering how big of a role Aphrodite has in these books, her man is considerably underdeveloped as a character. They are just not interesting to me. Stevie Rae and Rephaim: Love them. Love them to death. Definitly an otp of my childhood. Will they last? I don't know, and I hate that. A lot of their relationship is based on novelty, I feel. They have very strong feelings for each other, but how will they work 20 or more years down the line? What do they have when the initial passion mellows out a bit? What do they have in common? What will they talk about? I will never forgive the Casts for not developing them further. Their relationship was such a big part of the middle of the story and then they were practically abandoned for the sake of making room for more Zoey-drama. Too bad. I really wanted to see at least glimpses of their relationship getting long-term-development. Damien and Jack: Cute, but once again drastically underdeveloped. Also, what's with all the gay stereotypes? I could write up a whole wall of text about those, but whatever. They got significantly more development in the Other World series. One of the few, and I really mean FEW, good things about it. They got a little more of an edge and personality and I must say, it suits them. I even started to care about them. Shaunee and Erik: In all honesty, what the fuck? That felt so forced! Why are the Casts so afraid of letting their characters be single pringles? I appreciated them trying to redeem Erik, but that sure as hell wasn't it, fam. In the Other World series they didn't seem like they would last either. I think they are gonna break up on amicable terms soon. All in all, I couldn't care less about them. Shaylin and Nicole: Umm... Where did they come from, again? I never saw that coming? They too just felt forced to me. Also, that thing they did in the sequel? What in the everlasting fuck? Was that supposed to be funny? I found it terrifying. Did anyone else find that funny? Maybe I just didn't get it? Frankly, I found it offensive, but I'm not a lesbian so what do I know... Kalona and Nyx: I'm happy for them. I don't get it, but good for them. As in, good for Kalona. He's got the love of his life back. How did Nyx forgive him again, though? Like, she knows of everything he did. Damn, she probably welcomed the people he abused and killed in her realm and had to calm their souls and reincarnated them. I take her for an empath, so she probably felt their pain with them. I can somewhat understand she loves the good side of Kalona, but how she forgave him for all he's done is beyond me. I wish her reacceptance of him would say something about her as an immortal entity and how she preceives the death and pain of mortals, but there is no way in hell the Casts would have thought that far. In the end Kalona definitly changed but his sacrifice doesn't make up for everything he's done by a long shot. What a mess! Travis and Lenobia: Darling! So cute! The only thing that hurts me is that he will die before her again. It must be so hard for Lenobia to think about losing him again. But all in all I think they were fun to read about.
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sunny6677 · 1 year ago
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Spookytale
(An Undertale x Spooky Month crossover)
Chapter 8: Patches.
Summary: After an incident involving the whole town getting hypnotized(besides Skid) and falling into a hole, all of them find themselves in a place that will change their life forever.
TWS: PROFANITY, FALLING.
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The group had begun walking into the next room, uncertain murmurs being heard between people who had been conversing with the other. Pump and Skid had been of course energetically conversing with the other, sounding loud as ever. "Maybe we'll encounter more spooky monsters!" Pump grinned. "Yeah! Monsters are spooky!" Skid yelled in reply, grinning as well. Susie only tiredly stared at Pump, while Lila softly smiled down at both Skid and Pump.
The next room, like all the others so far, had oddly been a wonder to observe. The tall purple brick walls, the long corridor they were walking in. A few in the group couldn't help but anticipate what was to be around the corner. Perhaps there was to be a new puzzle? Some sort of new ancient ruin that they would discover? It was all so new and confusing down here.. none of them could really help but feel curious.
Kevin couldn't help but feel himself wondering inside of the endless chamber of his thoughts, his eyes heavy and set on the ground as he mindlessly followed the others. The one thing on his mind had been.. Toriel. Toriel had been so kind and giving so far.. but, the yellow flower from earlier hadn't been so friendly seemingly. Perhaps she was lying about her kindness? If she was, she was doing a fairly good job at it. Yet, despite his thoughts, he shook his head and forced his head up, trying to pay attention to his unfamiliar surroundings.
Roy's vision was beginning to clear, and his symptoms of dizziness were beginning to fade away.. but he could not help but find himself wondering what Toriel had possibly been up to, or what she was going to do once she had brought them all to her place. He couldn't help but feel himself sigh, not knowing where on earth she was and why she was taking so long to do whatever she was doing. Of course, this had not meant that he trusted her. Absolutely not! He was just.. becoming impatient with the place.
But alas, the moment the group turned around the corner.. gasps escaped a few lips, and a few eyes widened at the sight. Though it had been significantly less people this time who gave such reactions. Some, like Roy, had been stunned into horrified silence.
Standing before them all was a sea of dark purple patches. The same ones Roy had fell onto. And seemingly, there was no way to get past them. In his gruff voice, John spoke, "My god.."
"How are we gonna get past them?!" Lila helplessly questioned Jack who had been nearby, seeming a little terrified as she widened her eyes and pulled her son close to her own body. Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, seemingly in an effort to calm her down without saying much. "I.. I don't know, ma'am. But.. we'll find a way. I promise." Jack replied, looking down at the ground with uncertain confidence. "Maybe we could.. test them." Jack quietly suggested, turning to John who had been beside him.
"..are.. are you sure, Jack? You—you saw what happened to that kid. Even if he came back, there's no guarantee it's safe." John responded, gesturing with his hands slightly and furrowing his brows. A line of sweat trickled down Jack's forehead. Even so, Jack then said, "I know.. but.. there's no way to know how to get past this if we just stay here, right?"
John hesitated. "Mmm.. I guess so.."
"Wa—wait—" Roy yelled, "—cant we just tell Toriel about this?! She knows more about this stupid place than we do!"
"Well.. yeah. But.. she doesn't even know that we're out here. She's.. gonna know if we tell her that we're all stuck in front of some weird puzzle we can't even figure out." Ross tried to reason, looking at Roy with his calm eyes.
"Bu—but we still don't know how to get past this thing! Can't we just tell her so we don't risk us all falling into some random place we don't even know?!" Roy shrieked back, seeming uncharacteristically anxious. Ross had to admit, this was one of the few times he didn't see that mischevious grin on Roy's face.
John then spoke in the calmest voice he could muster, "Listen, kid.. maybe its best we don't tell her. She was already taking long enough, and if we just sat there, there would have been monsters that would have came for us all anyway. We can explain everything to her if we find her.."
Roy grunted. "But we don't even know where she is!"
Robert tried to smile, saying, "Hey, it's gonna be alright, dude. Besides.. if we made it this far, I'm sure we'll be able to get past this. And.. if it makes you feel any better, I'll hold you the entire time until we get past this, alright?"
Roy paused, before letting out a rough and angered sigh from his lips. "Fine! But don't start complaining when we're not able to get past.. whatever this is.." Roy crossed his arms. He seemed significantly better than last time, yet even so, Robert continued to hold him(as promised).
John would then turn back to Jack, "Alright, Jack.. you ready?"
Jack nodded in response, having a determined expression on his face. He then swiftly turned to the patches, and began to walk with sheer confidence toward the area. Everyone watched with growing anticipation, besides Skid and Pump who only stared curiously.
He took a step foward.
Roy held onto Robert tighter.
He took another step foward.
John watched with anxiety, yet he hid it with furrowed brows.
Finally.. he stepped onto the patches.
And slowly..
..he found himself sinking in.
As he let out a shriek, the last thing he heard before falling in.. was John shouting his name.
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Jack had found himself plummeting into the shadows, into the unknown of this ancient place. Until finally, the falling stopped, and he felt his whole body ache as his head barely managed to lay still on the ground. He rubbed his head with his palm, letting out grunts of pain. "Shit.." He uttered, attempting to lift his head upwards so he could see for himself where he fell. His eyes barely managed to open, squinting as he tried to look around. Yet everything around him seemed blurry, and only mere shades of purple and red were what he saw for a moment.
As his vision cleared, he slowly found himself greeted with another ancient ruin surrounding him. And yet this time, he was completely alone.
Piles of red leaves arranged in an odd fashion had been sorted around him, and there was a sign on a wall nearby. Squinting his eyes, he found that the sign had read, "Please don't step on the leaves."
After observing, he only nodded in silent understanding of what he just read. He then began to pull himself upwards, stumbling to his feet and dusting himself off with his hands. He then saw that his gun had been on the ground, and slowly bent over to pick it up. He clenched his fingers around the gun, and slowly lifted it back up into his hands. As he then glanced over his shoulder, he observed the odd arrangement of leaves yet again.
"These.. leaves look like a path of some kind." He spoke, sounding uncertain. Perhaps it was another puzzle? And yet, he saw no levers or spikes, so perhaps it was not.
He only let out a silent noise of confusion, before hesitantly beginning to walk around the odd arrangement of leaves, not letting his feet touch the leaves the best he could. He glanced around. For a moment, he thought he heard what sounded like scattering inside of the bushes. He considered swiftly turning around and pointing his gun at the potential threat.
And yet, he didn't.
What was it that this place was doing to him?
Regardless, as he got out of the area with the arrangement of the piles of red leaves, he walked into a corridor, and found that there was a dark entrance. He hesitated, founding his hand on his gun, locked onto the trigger just incase. Yet even so, he also found himself hesitating to shoot. His heart rate increased a little at the thought of actually shooting something down here.
He sighed, and continued to walk foward. Before it, he would hesitate again. Bravery was his strong suit in some situations, for he was an officer, and bravery was needed. But sometimes he found himself becoming panicked so easily.
Even so, he sighed, and began to walk into the entrance.
And before he knew it..
He found himself quickly ascending back up, barely managing to hold onto his gun.
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In a few seconds.. Jack had found himself back up in the room he was previously in, this time farther from the patches. He laid on the ground, letting out grunts. As he opened his eyes, he could have sworn the room was spinning.. but surely, that was merely dizziness from the trip up. Or had it been dizziness from the sheer stress of what was happening to him?
Jack then felt a hand dig itself into his own, tightening its grip onto his palm. "Jack!" The familiar gruff voice had said his name anxiously, "What.. what in god's name happened down there? You., you okay?" Of course, it had been John who was speaking. Jack would hear a few gasps from others who most likely noticed them, yet they did not come close this time.
"Ugh.. yeah, I'm fine." Jack responded, attempting to lift himself up with his arms. "You sure? You're not.. dizzy or anything?" John would ask again, raising his brow as he slithered an arm around Jack's shoulder and attempted to help him up. "Yeah.. I'm okay.." Jack grunted in response, gripping onto his knee as he barely managed to stand up. Though as he glanced over, he found why the group had been so oddly silent now.
Most of the group had been.. surrounding Ethan. And standing before Ethan was.. a creature that almost resembled Jello? And.. for whatever reason, Ethan was sitting on the ground right in front of it.
"What in the.." Jack would say under his breath, widening his eyes in genuine confusion. "Uh.. while you were gone, I.. kinda tried to jump in after you. But another monster appeared, and I was gonna jump in after you anyway, but then you kinda came back up right before I was able to.." John explained, his voice sounding abnormally quiet. John then glanced back over to Ethan, speaking in an almost disturbed tone, "And then that.. guy who was fightin' it just started layin' on the ground with it for like a few seconds. It was kinda weird to watch.."
Ethan would then slowly rise to his feet, dusting himself off and looking at the completely silent creature with a trickle of sweat dripping down his cheek slightly. "W—Wow.. you're, uh... really good at this." He forced a smirk. Streber, who had been nearby, snickered to himself. Skid and Pump seemed almost eager to go up to the creature, and yet they were held back by Lila and Susie. Roy, Robert and Ross seemed to be observing, and yet they kept conversing and occasionally looking away with shocked glances. Jaune had been standing nearby Ross, but not so close this time. It was clear that some of the people in the group were starting to get used to their circumstances.
Ethan then widened his eyes for a moment, before drooping down his arm to seemingly grab something that was.. nonexistent. He was seemingly pretending to grab something. As he stood back up, he held out his palm while pretending to hold out whatever he was pretending to offer. "Uh.. excuse me.. I just think you dropped something. My jaw."
...he was flirting with it.
A few people snickered, though Streber burst out into a loud fit of laughter, holding his own arms over his stomach as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly with strong amusement. Jack would then say to John in a hesitant and deadpan tone, "..yeah, I can see why."
The creature would only wiggle in response to Ethan's comment, and Ethan would wiggle his hips back(which had only made Streber laugh more). Jaune would shield Ross's eyes, and would attempt to do so with Robert and Roy as well despite the three's protests. The creature let out a disgusting, slime-like sound that would make Ethan furrow his brows in disturbance, gritting his teeth while visibly cringing.
As the creature wiggled flirtatiously at Ethan, he would then take a few steps foward toward it. And.. in the calmest voice he could muster, he spoke, "Hey.. I don't wanna fight. I'm not sure what I did to make you try and fight me, but.. I promise that I'm sorry for whatever I did. You wanna shake on it?"
The group went silent. The jello-like creature waited pensively for a moment, before slithering foward. As a disgusting slime-like sound was then heard, a false limb then emerged from the creature, dripping with slime. Ethan cringed again, as the others watched in disturbance. Yet even so, with a scrunched nose, he bent down, and held out his hand. The creatures false limb then slowly touched Ethan's own, and it's cold sticky liquid began to drip over his fingers. Ethan held back a sound of disgust, before the creature finally pulled away.
Ethan would stare at his now slime-covered palm, widening his eyes as he looked at it. Then.. the creature began to slowly slither away into the corridor, and vanished behind a wall.
Ethan then quietly mumbled to himself, "..well, that's gonna be hard to wash off. If there's even anything to wash it off with.." The sticky slime on his fingers barely dripped off, making gross sounds as it did so.
John would then hesitantly turn toward Jack, saying as Streber spoke to Ethan in the background, "..so, uh.. Jack. Did ya find anything down there that could be useful to us?"
Jack paused. "Well.. there were a bunch of leaves down there, but.. they looked odd."
John raised a brow. "How so?"
"It.. looked almost like a path." Jack spoke, holding his hand under his chin.
John did not speak for a moment. He then repeated, "..a.. path?"
"Yeah, it was arranged in a really weird pattern, and the sign in there said not to step on the leaves, and.." Jack would then suddenly go silent, his eyes widening and glistening. It was like a yellow light-bulb popped up beside him, with the way his expression looked.
"It.. it was a path, John.." Jack spoke breathlessly, staring into space. He then spoke excitedly with sudden enthusiasm and shock, "John, it was a path! Ma—maybe we can get past those patches if we just follow how the path went!" ("..uh.. what about a path?" Kevin would speak in the background.)
"Uh.. are you sure? With the way things are down here, it could be somethin' else entirely." John replied, seeming uncertain. Jack gave him a determined glare, furrowing his brows with a glimmer in his eyes. "John, I think I know what to do. Just give this a chance, alright? This might get us past this place."
John sighed. "Alright.. but.. how are we gonna get past it if none of us know how the path looks besides you?"
Jack gave another determined expression. He knew what to do.
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"...we're.. doing this again?" Jaune would ask.
Jack had decided that the best way to get past the patches was for them to form a line like they did earlier with the spike puzzle. Jack was at the front of the line, and Robert was still carrying Roy in his arms, though he was beginning to feel exhausted. Everyone's hands were clasped on the person who had been in front of them's shoulders. (Though Lila held Skid in her arms, and Susie held Pump's hand.)
"Are.. you sure we won't all fall in, officer?" Streber would ask. All of them had been told of Jack's new idea and possible discovery, and while most had believed him and had been convinced.. some were a bit hesitant with the idea.
Jack would merely respond, "Yeah, I'm sure. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Some would only murmur quiet sentences of agreement.
After dusting himself off some more, Jack would say aloud, "Alright, is everyone ready?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, though a bit hesitantly. Roy had been slightly shaking in Robert's arms, and yet he was forced to comply with the situation. After all, Jack was a cop. Surely, he knew what he was doing.
Jack nodded, and.. he began to take steps foward. Others followed behind him due to the conga line they had sort of formed, gulping in anticipation. Skid and Pump had been smiling wide the entire time though.
Jack hesitated, before slowly taking a step onto a patch(though not onto the one he already fell in, which had a hole now instead of a patch.). A patch he guessed would be the beginning of the path he had discovered.
...
He did not fall in.
He widened his eyes, and others had too. (Roy's lips slightly quivered with his eyes wide, "..he.. he didn't fall in?") Yet even so, he only furrowed his brows with determination tinted inside of his eyes, and he began taking more steps foward.
Down, he would wonder. He did not fall in, he would not fall in. Surely, he was able to remember where to go and where not to go. Others would whimper in anxiety from behind him, though John only stayed completely silent, keeping his fear to himself.
Across, he wondered.
He did not sink in, his heart rate would increase. Pump let out a gasp of astonishment, though he did not speak a word.
Up, he wondered.
He did not bother to read the sign above a pile of leaves that had been ahead of him, and continued to focus on where to go.
Down, he wondered.
He continued to walk, saying aloud, "Stay calm, everyone.." A few people were craving Toriel's presence more than ever right now.
Across, he wondered again.
This time, he was beginning to near the end of the patches, he saw a pastel purple path at the exit. He was nearly there, and soon, they would be past this puzzle.
Up, he wondered.
...
He stepped onto the pastel purple path, and turned around a wall, stepping into a short corridor which held a new room in front of it. He walked inside of the new room, so the others could get inside without risking falling in.
And eventually, as everyone stepped on and let out sighs of relief..
They had all made it past the puzzle.
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parkitaco · 2 years ago
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isn't it so pretty to think there was some invisible string tying you to me for either elmax or byler
oooh omg ok i'm gonna cheat and do BOTH bc i've never written elmax before but this song also just has byler written all over it sooo
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byler version
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"Why did you ask, anyway?"
Mike blinks, rolling over and rubbing his eyes. "Huh?"
Will is lying on his back in the dark, staring up at the ceiling with a contemplative expression. His eyes flick to Mike's, just briefly, and he smiles a little. "Sorry, were you asleep?"
"I- yeah, it's the middle of the night, of course I was asleep."
"It's not even eleven-thirty."
"You know what I mean." Mike shoves his face into Will's side, flinging an arm across his torso and tugging him closer. "I'm tired. I biked all the way here in the dark."
"Yeah, to see me," Will says, sounding all too pleased with himself. "So here I am. Answer my question."
"Will, it's so late," Mike complains, voice muffled where it's pressed against Will's t-shirt.
"Eleven-thirty, Michael," Will repeats, unimpressed.
Mike groans, removing his face from Will's side in favor of glaring at him. "Okay, William. Why did I ask what?"
"If I wanted to be your friend."
Mike blinks down at him, propping himself up on one arm and watching Will's eyes trace over his face. "You want to know the reason why I asked a question when I was five years old?"
"Hey, you said it was the best thing you'd ever done! Don't act like you don't remember."
Through his groggy haze, Mike can't help but be a little endeared by the annoyed quirk of Will's eyebrows, the smirk resting faintly over his lips and the pillow creases on his skin. He dips down to kiss Will's forehead quickly, brushing a thumb over Will's jaw. "I told you," he murmurs, face hovering right over Will's. "I was all alone. You were alone too, so I just... asked."
"I couldn't have been the only one who was alone, though," Will presses. "Why me?"
Mike remembers that day so clearly. He'd spent the better part of the morning pouting and trying not to cry, secluded to a quiet corner of the classroom and wishing he didn't have to do this, that he could keep playing Uno in his basement with Nancy forever even if she was turning into a bit of a brat, lately, that he could be exempt from the ridiculous notion of hanging out with people his age, or whatever. He also remembers that all of those feelings were, ultimately, bullshit, because in reality, before Will Byers became a part of his life, Mike was terribly lonely.
So recess had come, and he'd decided he might as well take action. He'd scanned the playground, looking for people like him, people that were alone or that were wearing the same color as him or who just looked nice, even. He wasn't trying to be terribly picky. He'd seen at least five other lonely kids, sitting in the dirt or holed up on the slide or playing with their own toys in the corner. None of them seemed right. They were all too loud or too quiet or too annoying or too weird, even if Mike was and still is, in fact, weird.
Then he'd spotted the swings, and the boy on them, and when he'd tried to ration away why he couldn't go up at talk to him, tried to give in to his fear and stay quiet and lonely forever, he'd drawn a blank. He couldn't think of a reason why this boy - this boy in an old yellow t-shirt with a bowl cut like Mike's who was gazing at the clouds like they genuinely interested him - wouldn't be a good person to talk to.
So he'd gone up, and he'd been terrified, but he'd asked. And Will had said yes, and that had been that. Friends forever, or something along those lines, and somewhere in the ten years since Mike had fallen in love with him, and that too had been scary but when he tried to rationalize it, he once again drew a blank because - at the end of the day, it just made sense. Of course he would fall in love with Will. He had no reason not to.
"I... I guess it just made sense," Mike whispers now, meeting Will's eyes in the dark and quiet of his room. "I couldn't think of a reason not to."
Will smiles, brilliant in the night, and traces a finger over Mike's collarbone. "So it wasn't love at first sight, then?" he teases.
"Love at first sight isn't real," Mike says with conviction - his breakup with El had been proof of that. "But there was- a connection, I think. Like there was this- string, a bond or something, that drew me to you, and I chose to follow it. To tie the knot."
He expects Will to, like, laugh or mock his word choice or something, but Will is dead serious when he replies, "I'm glad you did."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I don't believe in love at first sight either, but I think that- it's just. Pretty, I guess. To think that there was something there, like you chose to take the first step and then from there on out we were just wrapped up in each other."
Mike grins, dipping down to kiss Will gently, warm and solid against him in the dark. "I'd happily stay wrapped up in you forever," he says softly, resting his forehead against Will's. "Even if you're an asshole who wakes me up in the middle of the night to ask about destiny."
"That is not what I asked I-"
"Will, I'm just teasing you."
Will huffs, breath warm against Mike's face, and Mike can't resist kissing him again, quickly. Will melts into it despite himself, arms around Mike's waist. "String, huh?" he murmurs.
"Sure. Or whatever else you want to call it."
"I like that just fine," Will decides, shoving his face into Mike's neck and relaxing into him, and they drift off to sleep, all wrapped up in each other.
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elmax version
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El doesn't know a lot about fate, or God or any premise of inevitability. She understands the concept well enough - Mike won't shut up about it, actually - he and Will tease each other about it when they think no one is listening, about swingsets and choices and unbreakable bonds, and El never really knows what exactly they're referring to but she knows it means that they love each other, and that they feel that this was inevitable.
She's not sure how she feels about that concept - it's fine for them, maybe, because they have this grand love story or whatever (at least according to Will, who rambles to her about Mike an awful lot, even if she kind of enjoys listening just because of the way his face lights up) but after having so many choices stripped away from her as a child, El isn't so sure she loves the idea of some cosmic deity deciding things for her. She'd rather take control of her own narrative.
That being said, she does get the part about being in love, and not wanting to ever conceive of a reality in which she isn't, and in that regard she supposes it's fine.
"Why do you think we became friends?" El asks now, rolling over on her bed and letting her head hang off the end, looking at Max upside-down.
Max glances up from the magazine she's been idly flipping through, a small smirk on her face. "We're not just friends, you know," she says, like she always does, and El scrunches her nose at her.
"You know what I mean," she retorts, which is true - unlike most people, Max always knows what El is trying to get across without having to hear all the words, always smiling and nodding along and supplying a word when El can't think of it, not trying to play dumb like Mike used to or interrupt like Will has a nasty habit of doing, or blink at her hesitantly and vaguely concerned like Joyce, well-meaning as she is, usually does.
Max flips the magazine shut, rising up on her elbows to kiss El's nose from her upside down vantage point, and El giggles. "We became friends because you're an incredible person and I liked you."
El widens her eyes. "We did not used to like each other, though."
"That's because you thought I was trying to steal Mike from you, which is laughable because I think I'd rather die than steal Mike from anyone, and had I been around before all that I would have told you to stop watching so many shitty soap operas."
El frowns. "I like soaps. They are romantic."
"They are, but they also instilled a weird jealousy complex in you that was totally unnecessary, so." Max smiles, tapping El's nose lightly with a finger. "Also, I never had a problem with you. I thought you were, like, ridiculously cool."
"Cool," El echoes, smiling. She likes that word - it feels strange in her mouth, but Max says it like a compliment and Max, as sarcastic and derisive as she can be, never says anything she doesn't mean. "I think you are cool, too."
"Thanks, babe."
Max goes back to her magazine, and El stares at the opposite wall as the blood rushes to her head, contemplating.
"Max?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you believe in fate?"
Max actively considers it for a moment - something she doesn't do for many people - before answering, "I don't know. I believe in connection, I think. Like a- spark, that you can have with someone, that, like, draws you to them, but I think we still have control over what we do with it. Does that make sense?"
El turns it over in her brain, lifting a hand and making the pencils spread across her desk float up into the air and bounce around the room. Max watches with the same vaguely awed look she always does, grinning. El grins back.
"'Spark'?" She asks, tapping one of the pencils against the ceiling. "Like a fire?"
Max laughs, sitting up properly and holding out a hand. El drops a pen into her hand, and she reaches out and begins tracing a pattern over El's exposed shoulder with it. "No, not literally," she says, hair tickling El's neck as she leans closer. "It's just, like. A pull. Like there's a string connecting you, and you can choose to pull them closer with it or just leave it how it is. Or cut it, I guess, but that's kind of bleak." She sits back, admiring her artwork on El's skin, and El cranes her neck to look. She can just barely make out a set of flowers and a small heart doodled there, and she smiles. Max would never claim to be an artist, but she certainly isn't a bad one.
"And you felt that? With me?" she asks, refocusing her gaze on her girlfriend.
"Sure I did," Max says, like it's obvious. "The first time I saw you you were wearing that black getup with the eyeshadow and everything and you looked so cool, and I don't believe in love at first sight or anything but I felt something, you know? And then you totally wrote me off which- hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't say I was mad!- you brushed me off and I was like wow, okay, she can take care of herself, great. And then I decided that I would win you over."
El smirks, flipping around and resting her arms on the edge of the mattress to gaze down at Max properly. "Win me over," she repeats.
"Convince you to love me," Max teases, and El reaches out a hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face.
"You are very easy to love," El murmurs as Max tilts her face to rest against her hand. "You do not think you are, but you say nice things without even trying."
"Yeah, well, 'course I'm nice to you," Max grumbles, kissing the side of El's palm. "I love you."
El grins teasingly. "I love you too. I am glad you did not choose to cut the string."
"Okay, it was a flawed metaphor, I get it-"
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justkindabrowsing · 3 months ago
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Screw it, Tumblr is a void meant to be screamed into, whether or not there are entities nearby to listen, so I'm just gonna start yellin.
I see posts all the time that will be like "Does anyone else [insert something apparently very human and everyone relates]?"
And the world replies with a resounding "Yeah!!"
And I sit here and stare at it because even if it's something common for neurotypical people, or something common for neurodivergent people, I still often fall outside the circle, and I had the same issues throughout my school life and have been seen as Too Different my whole life and--
When I so much as consider sharing my experience on the topic in the replies or whatever, or even consider reblogging and sharing my experience, I get hit with a wave of anxiety because I'm terrified I'm going to be treated the way I was treated back in school.
I think I mentioned forever ago about how "ack, how do I manage to have social anxiety on the internet?" (and furthermore how cyberbullies have the Exact Opposite Problem), and honestly I think I was too spot-on in my assessment.
I'm in a weird process of getting an AvPD diagnosis (I have no idea what that looks like on my psychiatrist and therapist's end, but we've been suspecting AvPD for weeks and despite our discussions and whatnot, I still don't have an official diagnosis, and idk I guess no one can tell me what's going on) and every time I look at what AvPD symptoms are like, and what it feels like and even just the general description of what it is gives me that "Oh no, he might be me" feeling because--
Oh no, he might be me.
All that to say, I'm so anxious and terrified of being rejected or even perceived in a negative manner that I legitimately can't even express myself openly online, even in a space as Delightfully Strange as tumblr.
I struggle to tag people, reblogging makes me feel physically ill, heaven forbid I try to send an ask to someone that isn't anonymous-- The most I've managed to be able to do is send a reply here or there, and even then I reread it a thousand times and ask myself over and over again if I'm really ready to have something "like that" (aka, a single thought) out for people to read and judge and be influenced by -- assuming they happen to be in that particular obscure corner of the internet to begin with.
It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to even be comfortable hitting the like button on posts, and I can only do so because I can hide what I like -- not because what I'm liking is embarrassing or wrong, but because I view myself as embarrassing and wrong, and if I poison someone else's work with my stamp of approval in a public manner, I have brought them ruin and humiliated myself, says my mind.
I need reassurance, man (<- gender neutral), and I am too scared to ask for even that.
I don't have a "moral of the story" or a real Reason for posting this. I'm just screaming into the void and trying not to cry because I'm tired of living like this and it feels like there's nothing I can do to get out.
Also writing all this down somewhere is good for me to be able to recite to my therapist later 😅
And as I said on a post once before-- I'm gonna post this and just- never think about it again -> and I say that because if I think about it, I'll cringe and hate myself over even this 💀
...Thanks for your time. Have a cookie 🍪
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skyeoak · 6 months ago
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Thanks for the tag! I can’t follow instructions so I reorganized the subheaders 😅
Oh god oh fuck
1. The Eye - It’s the trauma, I fear 😔 literally do not perceive me. Nope. I do however fight this by judging others. (Also, it’s less scary to be perceived by an eldritch deity than by a normal-ass human? Am I ok?)
2. The spiral - OOOOOOO I’m mentally ILLLLL
3. The End - I’ve got shit to do, man.
4. The Dark - not as Jonny Sims writes it, sorry not sorry, but when it’s conceptually entangled with everything else spooky going on it’s terrifying.
5. The Extinction - though I have a lot of optimism that, even if humanity destroys itself, we won’t kill everything on the planet.
6. The Lonely - ditto to my take on The Dark. Scariest for me when paired with Spiral. But shoutout to Martin for pushing the complexity of this one to the next level
It’s fine I’m fine
7. The Web - maybe we have far less free will than we think we do. But that’s ok.
8. The Slaughter - for similar reasons as my web-related fears, mob mentality scares me.
9. The Buried - I’ve made my peace with it. Sure. Whatever. Put on some Hozier and get it over with.
10. The Hunt - ok like look if you’re hunting me for sport I won’t enjoy it but I’m just not gonna fight it. I don’t need the trauma of surviving that.
11. The Stranger - ditto the hunt. I’m gonna be a boring victim but live your life I guess
12. The Vast - fun fact, I forgot that claustrophobia and agoraphobia were very different things while first listening/no spoilers theorizing to the magnus archives, because well, I don’t feel either like ever. I was confused when Gerry was like, “oh, that’s the buried.”
Fuck yeah
13. The Desolation - I feel I’m always two bad days away from this one. They’re so thorough. I respect that.
14. The corruption - comfortable. I love critters. This one will get me in the end since I hate cleaning or fixing shit but it feels like a rain check on a dinner date
15. The Flesh - YESSSSSSSSS AHFHFJGHFJS visceral intrusives are my bread and butter
16 *wink* The Eye, again - ok but like fuck yeah I do actually wanna know literally everything Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull taught me nothing. Alas, I won’t hesitate.
Anyways if I forgot one y’all can clown on me forever
Tagging: @alice-apparently again, @vvanillavveins @little-lamb-lyosha
i ranked the tma fears from scariest to least scariest because i felt like it. no pressure but reblog with your rankings i wanna see!
oh god oh fuck
1. the corruption
2. the desolation
3. the hunt
4. the buried
5. the web
6. the extinction
7. the slaughter
8. the stranger
9. the dark
10. the flesh
11. the lonely
12. the eye
13. the end
14. the vast
15. the spiral
fuck yeah
tagging a couple of my moots if you wanna try :D
@encryptidarchivist @humanteethmarksonhumanbone @willdisappearintothelonely @styrofoamdoor @urnewsteppappa
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fisherrprince · 2 years ago
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If I had to make the ninja confront their greatest fear again, except I guess more technological because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ moving on
some. Fear room scenario. This isn’t an episode there doesn’t have to be a reason Face your greatest fear, triumph, get through. Fail and be locked inside forever. No one is taking their chances on that one, not after ten seasons since yangs temple. Also what did he know anyways. 
there’s only four slots, so obviously they didn’t count on a party of six. But it also won’t open the next puzzle of the dungeon without every room getting filled. Zane and Lloyd sit this one out, knowing that their greatest fears are. Pretty scary actually. And dangerous/destructive. Obviously it’s the whole ice emperor for 40 years thing and something with his dad. Nya ain’t scared of No thing, not since her worst fear already HAPPENED according to a weird mirror. Kai is also scared of NO THING or at least willing to make sure Lloyd and Zane don’t have to do it. Jay has a lot of fears to choose from, he’d like to see it try to pick a “greatest”. And Cole’s pretty sure what he thought were the scariest things have already happened to him once, so he can take whatever fake scenario it throws at him. 
Zane and Lloyd lay out their plan to get through the vents and hack the doors open. The other four step in. 
Cole’s right — his greatest fear is being alone again, being forgotten, forgetting to be human, letting his friends down, his friends not caring. Baby mode stuff, he’s already had these nightmares and also already talked it through with more than one person, like a healthy individual. He tries to meditate through it. He just has to last until Zane and Lloyd figure out how to shut it off and rescue him. Just gotta… figure out if any of his friends’ voices are real. He falls for it a few times, gradually getting more and more paranoid that he’s in a cry wolf situation. He can hold out, though. Just… when they are real, he’ll know, and they won’t leave him. Probably. 
Jay’s very confident going in. What’s this thing gonna show him, fear itself? An 8th grader? Spiders? actually that one’s pretty freaky  nya breaking up with him? Nice try since she already did that once also she said she liked his hair this MORNING. heh. Turns out he was thinking a little too metaphorical, and Nadakhan’s voice is in his ear, and his back slams against the wall so fast he knocks the air out of his lungs and he can’t get it back in. It’s super not real, but it looks real, and it feels real, and it smells real and there’s wind in his hair and he aches and suddenly he’s not even in a room anymore. He didn’t even know he was scared he never left. Or it would happen again, or he forgot to wrap up a loophole, or any millions of other things yknow this really feels like a lot of fears squashed into one which is not fair but fair is the last thing on his mind. It tricks him into thinking it’s not an illusion. Jay’s body is slammed into survival mode.
Nya’s room thinks for a moment. And then starts filling with water. It’s not real water, even if it is very wet feeling, but like, she’s not even AFRAID of water. She is water! Or, was. But she’s always liked to swim anyways. Nya reaches down to bat at the illusory ocean and blinks, and when she opens her eyes the water level is four inches higher her feet hurt a little and she is not in the same spot she was before she blinked. That unnerves her. Badly. Is she losing time? What happened, what did she do for the last minute and a half while the water was slowly rising? Nya is terrified of losing control, but she’s also afraid of the blank spot of bliss and ignorance in her memory when she was just the sea, and not a person. She knew what she was doing then. Even though she keeps telling herself it’s totally not real, every skip brings the water higher and a jolt of panic at more and more and more lost time, the fear that her body is doing something she can’t know about in between. Nya doesn’t even think to be afraid of drowning.
Kai has to watch. 
Kai walks into the room and sees all three other rooms through a transparent, to him, wall, and waits for his doodad to click on and it never does, like it’s broken or something. And it just, continues to not turn on, even as he can see it working for everyone else. He can see Cole becoming frustrated with himself for getting his hopes up, his sister jerk back to awareness violently and flounder for help she isn’t getting, not even now that she wants it, Jay press himself into a corner with his fingers digging into his hair like he’s trying to disappear. He can see Lloyd and Zane, too, give each other a fist bump, hop into the vents, and get. Caught. And Kai can’t help. No one can hear him, no matter how hard he slams into the wall he can’t break it. He would break it if he could. Kai isn’t scared of losing his powers anymore. He’s scared of being powerless — of being perfectly fine, while his family takes hits he should be taking. They don’t deserve to get hurt while Kai twiddles his thumbs and gets out of playing. Not while he could help. 
Lloyd and Zane pop the doors open a minute later to Kai nearly melting holes through the walls, no reaction from Cole, a shaky sigh of relief from Nya (knew it wasn’t real now can someone get me a watch please.), and a violent flinch from Jay that nearly fries Zane’s processor. Everyone decides this room is too advanced, it needs to be destroyed, and three people try to get out of talking about it later before Cole threatens to ban Zane from the kitchen at his own expense
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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years ago
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Time For Bed (Lucifer x GN!Reader) FLUFF
Random Lucifer fluff! I write about going to sleep way too much considering I barely get any sleep myself. Holy shit I think I'm projecting onto the characters. WHOOPS!
Anywhooooo
Word Count : 1.7K
Warnings : Nothing. Just fluff and soft tired Lucifer
How long had you been laying in bed waiting for him to come up to see you? A few minutes? Hours? You turned to look at the clock on the nightstand, rolling your eyes as another minute ticked by. “Dammit, Lucifer…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off as you got out of the bed. He was probably still working on some shit that Lord Diavolo had made him do, or he was passed out at his desk. Either way, he was overworking himself and you hated that he did it so often. There wasn’t a moment that the two of you could be alone, whether he was working in his office or dealing with his brothers, there was never a time where you could actually be together.
“Lucifer…” You mumbled his name as you tapped your knuckles against the wooden door of his office, letting your head rest against it as you waited for him to respond. You weren’t even tired when you had gone up to the room, but just waiting for him made you sleepy, and the thought of how much work he had to do made you exhausted. You could only imagine how he felt having to actually do it, and he deserved a break, or at least a comfortable bed to actually fall asleep in. “Come up to bed, please.” Your hand slid down the door and landed on the doorknob, still waiting for him to answer, or literally say anything or even mumble… just a noise.
“Work… have to work…” He grumbled from behind the door and you could hear the lack of emotion in his voice. The man was beyond tired, beyond exhausted, and he was still pushing himself to keep going. It wasn’t okay, and if you weren’t terrified of the repercussions, you’d have a word with Diavolo about making Lucifer do his work for him. “Go to bed, dear… I’ll be up soon…” Which you knew was bullshit. It was already two in the morning, and he woke up early too, the least he could do is try to get a little bit of sleep and rest his head on an actual pillow instead of a stack of papers.
You sighed loudly outside the door, mentally telling yourself that you wouldn’t leave without him. He wouldn’t leave the office though, not with you standing outside of the door, so you quickly pushed it open, crossing your arms as you finally took in the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and his eyelids were heavy. You could only imagine how many cups of coffee he had drank to stay up this late, and even though you knew nothing could actually happen to him, you still didn’t want him to get ill. “You can’t keep staying up like this. It’s not good for you.” You shut the door behind you before going over to his desk, shaking your head when you saw the full cup of black coffee right next to him. “You need sleep, Lucifer.”
He hummed quietly, but never dropped the pen from his fingers, scribbling across the papers in front of him and you weren’t even sure if he was actually writing legibly or if he was just making little squiggle lines at this point. Nothing made what he was doing worth it, and you weren’t just going to leave the office, not without him. You walked around the desk, grabbing his arm and giving it a light tug to try to get his attention. “Hmph… You don’t need to watch me. I’ll be up when I can.” He pulled his arm away, rolling his shoulders before going back to working on the paper in front of him.
“I’ll just stay here until you’re done, then.” You huffed loudly as you walked back around to one of the arm chairs across from his desk, flopping down in it and crossing your arms across your chest. Were you tired? Yes, but if he wasn’t going to get to bed, you weren’t either. It didn’t make any sense in the long run, and by the end of all of this, you’d both be exhausted because he was too prideful to say that you were right and actually leave, and you were too persistent to just give it up and let it go.
He finally looked up from his desk, tsking his tongue and staring at you as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re being ridiculous. What is both of us losing sleep going to do?” You weren’t actually sure what the answer to that question is because honestly, you both were just going to be extra tired by morning, and you knew that he already knew that, so there was no point in you saying it. So you shrugged, giving him a little smirk as if you knew something that he didn’t about your miraculous plan to pull an all-nighter with him, but he wasn’t a fool, and he wasn’t going to fall for whatever it was that you were doing. “Is there an actual reason that you need me right now?”
There were a lot of reasons you felt like you needed him right now, some of them didn’t actually include using the bed for its intended purpose, but you still needed him in the bed to do what you were thinking. The other reason was… well… you missed him. You missed being able to curl up into his chest and cocoon he and yourself in his blankets as you both dozed off. It seemed like it had been forever since you had done something like that with him, just having an intimate moment together in private, in silence. You were able to just enjoy… him… and being with him. It might not have been a lot to him, but it meant a lot to you. “I can’t sleep…” It wasn’t lying, because in a sense, you did find it harder to fall asleep without him in the bed with you, but it was also partially because you stayed up waiting for him every night even though he told you to get some sleep before he came up because it would be a while.
He let out a small chuckle, pushing his chair away from the desk as he got up, shaking his head. “You made this whole thing about me when it was you who couldn’t sleep. I think I have something for that…” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him walk to the bookshelf that lined the wall. What was he going to do? Was there a spell that would knock you out, or did he have a secret bottle of Z-Quil hidden in the pages of one of his books? That wasn’t the main thing though, what you couldn’t stop thinking about was how absolutely clueless he was, or at least, pretended to be. How could he not piece everything that you had said together? Maybe his brain was fried from working so much that he was unable to pick up the hints that you were dropping.
With a loud sigh, you got up from your own seat and walked over to him, grabbing his hand as he reached for a book. “I can’t sleep because you’re not there…” You didn’t actually want to put it so bluntly, it was kind of embarrassing to admit things like that, especially to him. You watched his face, waiting for his reaction, and as you watched him you could have sworn that you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. His hand dropped as he turned to look at you completely, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t the usual smile you’d receive for something like this, usually he’d be smug and smirk at you while giving a witty, subtle remark about how he knows just the way to help get you to sleep. This time was different though, and it was most likely due to him being so tired.
“What kind of demon would I be to deny my darling a good night's sleep?” The question kind of threw you off because in terms of demons… he’d be a pretty good one to make you not have a good night’s sleep, but you knew what he meant and you didn’t want to ruin the moment by being a smartass. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you lightly to bring you closer to him as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own. “Let’s get some sleep. I guess we both need it.” You hummed quietly in response, and once his hands were dropped you reached out to grab one of his to lead him out of the office. If you turned your back on him and started walking by yourself, he’d probably go back to his desk and continue working, and you weren’t going to let that happen.
Both of your movements were slow, your feet practically dragged across the floor as you walked up the stairs to his room. The fact that neither of you fell or tripped up the stairs or ran into anything is shocking considering both of you could barely keep your eyes open. By the time you were in the room all you wanted to do was fall into the bed with him, cover up, and pass out. “Are you gonna-” You hadn’t had time to finish your question, which probably didn’t matter at the moment, but you knew it would be uncomfortable for him to fall asleep in what he was wearing, but apparently he didn’t care, or he was just too tired to care right then.
He fell face first onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow. It didn’t take long for the soft sound of snoring to fill the room, and the sound of it made you smile to yourself. He was finally getting some decent sleep, and if anyone deserved it, it was him. You climbed into the bed next to him, pulling the covers up around you as your eyes started to fully close. You’d both get a good night’s sleep together, and that’s all you really wanted.
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hemmingsbirdy · 3 years ago
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My favorite moments in The Queen of Nothing
WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS
When Jude sees Taryn and she gets mad, saying she’s gonna kick her out and Taryn is like, “This is Vivi’s apartment.” And Heather is like, “Um, this is MY apartment” (P36)
When Taryn tells Jude that Locke is dead because she killed him like hell yeah girl (P38)
“Greetings, Your Majesty, you betraying toad” (P56)
The fact that Cardan knew immediately that it was Jude pretending to be Taryn when she says that she loved Locke he says, “Sometimes I believed that you did, yes” (P63)
“Jude never loved Locke. She loved someone else. He’s the one she’s want dead” (P64)
Cardan telling Jude he knew it was her from the start. I honestly feel like he was determined to never make that mistake again after Taryn deceived him in the last book. (P69)
When Cardan and The Roach went to save Jude(P119)
Cardan going to talk to Vivi after Jude left the palace and he saw Taryn there, “We all had a lot to say to each other” 😂 (P120)
“I still promise to run, tail between my legs. And since I have a tail, that should be amusing for everyone.” (P123)
Jude manifesting powers to heal her wound when Madoc nearly kills her (P136)
When Jude falls off the rafter and everyone wants to send her away and Cardan is all like, “DONT TOUCH MY WIFE” (P147)
Cardan saying he was terrified for Jude when she fell (P159)
JUDE SLAPPING CARDAN (P161)
The Bomb coming in to take Jude’s stitches out and she tells Cardan to leave. “This is my room. And that’s my wife” “so you keep telling everyone” (P166)
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe he’d like to hear me scream” and then Cardan nonchalantly saying, “I would, and perhaps one day I will” EXCUSE ME?! YOU SAID WHAT SIR?? (P166)
“Because, my lady, I will always be a challenge” You TELL HER (P172)
Cardan threatening Randalin and then turns to Jude like, “Oh yeah, Grima Mog brought you soup 🥰” (P192)
“Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.” 🥺 “BY YOU, I AM FOREVER UNDONE” I honestly can’t with this dude. (P203)
“My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned” (P204)
Cardan just declaring his love in the most beautiful way EVER and walking away like, “You probably guessed as much, but just in case you didn’t” (P209)
Cardan as a serpent going crazy on everyone else but as soon as Jude is near him, he just lets her be there (P234)
Okay but Nicasia telling Jude that Cardan was the one who sent her the amazing gown for the coronation (in the first book) and the reason that Balekin’s human servants went missing was because Cardan would take them back to the mortal world 🥺 (P268)
Jude literally crying, saying she will do whatever it takes to bring Cardan back (P269)
Cardan coming back from being a serpent and they both just hug each other so tight (P282)
Cardan using his powers to not only fix the throne, but also give Jude one as well and turning to her like a happy puppy (P284)
Jude finally telling Cardan she loves him and he just goes, “I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie now” (P291)
“I knew little else, but I always knew you” Cardan can you PLEASE (P292)
The “congratulations, newlyweds!” Banner Vivi got and then even giving them crowns and Cardan makes it a point to slant his to the side and a big ass grin (P305)
To family, and faerieland, and pizza, and stories, and new beginning, and scheming great schemes” 🥰 (P305)
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mandos-sluts · 3 years ago
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The Payment
The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 2.8k
Warnings: Smut, fingering, vibrator usage, bondage, dubious consent
Summary: The Mandalorian detains your criminal boyfriend you barter for his release
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You’ve been tailing the Mandalorian for about half a mile, keeping a long enough distance behind him so that he doesn’t know he’s being followed. He and his bounty finally reach his ship and enter the open hatch. Once he disappears behind the walls, you sprint to the ship and tip toe up the ramp. You’re lucky he didn’t close the door as soon as they entered.
“Let him go.” You say holding a blaster in the air with two hands. It’s pointed directly at the Mandalorian’s back. He jumps and turns around quickly, reaching for his blaster on his hip. Once he lays his eyes on you, however, his stance relaxes and his hands fall back to his sides.
“Who are you?” The Mandalorian sighs in annoyance.
“Let. Him. Go.” You say as confidently as you can, staring him down, arms straight out in front of you. Why isn’t he alert? Why isn’t he trying to get you to drop your blaster? Ugh, why isn’t he intimidated by you?
“He your boyfriend or something?” He returns casually.
“I’ll say this one more time.” You state slowly. “Let him go, or I will shoot you.” Your arms begin to shake.
“Listen sweetheart, your little boyfriend is already in carbonite, and I'm wearing beskar, so good luck shooting me.” The Mandalorian says in a condescending tone.
You lower your blaster in irritation. This is not at all what you had envisioned this playing out. You thought he would at least be semi threatened by you?
“How much do you want for him?” You ask bluntly.
The Mandalorian let out a chuckle.
“Come on.” You say.  “The bounty on his head can’t be that high. How much do you want?” You honestly weren’t even certain the exact reason for the bounty. It was probably embezzlement or fraud or something involving the illegal methods he used to amass his wealth.
The Mandalorian is barely paying attention to you. He’s unloading and his blaster, or organizing his blasters, or doing some trivial task in his weapons armory. “I’m not gonna let him go, I don’t care how much money you offer.” The Mandalorian says without lifting his head. “But consider yourself lucky.” He turns to look at you. “Now you can go off and find yourself a real man. Someone who can actually satisfy you.” He turns back to whatever it is he was doing.
“Excuse me?” You say, crossing your arms. The Mandalorian doesn’t respond or look up, and you stand there in silence for a moment. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but my boyfriend satisfies me just fine. Now...how about two thousand credits.” You ask awkwardly.
“That pretty boy?” He asks pointing at the carbonite chamber, not acknowledging your offer. “Ha. The fight he tried to put up was laughable. There’s no way he can fuck you good.” The Mandalorian says with ease. “Which is a shame, because you seem like you need a good fuck.”
“I–”
“I’m gonna depart now.” He cuts you off. “So unless you wanna go to Nevarro, I’d get off my ship.” His voice is deep and unsympathetic.
Who does this Mandalorian think he is? Why does he think he knows anything about your relationship? You feel like you should feel insulted, but it’s your boyfriend he’s insulting, not you. In a fucked up way, he is sort of complimenting you– implying that you deserve better than your boyfriend. You have a feeling the Mandalorian knows exactly what he was doing.
You open your mouth but pause for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. “Five thousand credits.” Is all that you can think to say.
“Little girl.” The Mandalorian exhales. “Your credits are worthless to me.” He says peering at you. “...but...” He pauses as he considers if he actually wants to do this. The Mandalorian is a highly respected professional bounty hunter after all, and proposing this kind of trade is anything but professional. Yet at the same time, you are one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen; he’s never wanted to fuck someone more. And he just apprehended your pathetic and weak boyfriend, he knows you haven’t been properly taken care of. He knows he can take you to a level you’ve never been to before and give you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt. That concept in and of itself fills the Mandalorian with arousal.
“...but perhaps we could arrange a different form of payment.” He says taking big, slow steps closer to you. *see gif*
“….A different form?” You say hesitantly as he continues to approach you. You can’t believe what you are hearing. You’re well aware of the reputations that Mandalorians boast, and you would never guess that one of them would propose something so risqué. To be honest, you’d be lying if you said that a small part of you wasn’t really turned on by the situation at hand. The Mandalorian was the opposite of your boyfriend. Sure, your boyfriend was conventionally handsome, but he is cocky while the Mandalorian is confident. The Mandalorian is big, strong, and tough, and your boyfriend has been waited on his entire life.
You’re frozen where you stand and your heart is racing as the Mandalorian creeps into your personal space. He puts his gloved hand on the bottom of your chin and pulls your head up so that you’re looking directly into his visor.
“Let me fuck you, and I’ll let this loser boyfriend of yours go.” The Mandalorian says in the deepest, sexist voice you’ve ever heard. But snap out of it! Your attraction to him doesn’t matter. You’re here to save your boyfriend.
“Fine.” You say, trying your best to project a neutral demeanor. “But I’m not going to pretend to enjoy it.”
The Mandalorian lets go of you and presses a button on the wall. “You won’t need to.” He says removing his gloves as the hatch closes. He sits on a bench and leans back, spreading his legs. He has an unmistakably large bulge that he’s not at all trying to hide. His arms stretch out on either side of him to rest on the back of the bench. You’re standing a few feet away from where he sits, and his helmet is glued to your image.
“Take off your clothes.” He commands in a flat modulated voice.
Your heart has fallen to your stomach. The idea of this was hot, but now that it’s actually happening, you’re terrified. What have you gotten yourself into? Why would you agree to have sex with a Mandalorian? Mandalorians are ruthless. They are feared across the galaxy for a reason!
You shake with fear as you struggle to get your shoes, pants, and shirt off your body. You discard your clothes on the cold metal floor and are left standing in just your tiny thong.
The Mandalorian stares at you for what seems like forever. “C’mere.” He says sitting up straight.
You walk over to him and he pulls you to stand in between his legs. You look down at him with what you hope is a poker face. He runs his bare hands all over you. His hands are so big wrapped around your waist, you feel like he could snap you in two. He gropes your ass and your tits and pulls you even closer. Your skin is so frikin smooth against his rough hands, and the Mandalorian can’t get enough of it.
“Fuck.” He spits out. “You’re so fuckin sexy. I can’t believe you settle for such a coward. He must be loaded or something.” He maneuvers one of your legs over his.
“Why you with him, huh?” He asks in a patronizing tone.
“None–”
“Doesn’t matter.” He interrupts. “I’m gonna show you what you’re missing.” He says as he lifts his thigh to meet your crotch. He begins rubbing his thigh between your legs, and the friction against your clit feels amazing. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting out a little pathetic moan.
He removes one of his hands from your butt and brings it to his belt. All of the sudden, he clasps handcuffs on you, binding your hands in front of your body. Your body tenses up. “What are you doing?!” You exclaim. Any arousal you had is now overridden by fear. If you were nervous before, you are petrified now. The panic you feel is written all over your face.
“Don’t worry, little girl.” The Mandalorian says in a low, soothing voice. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He says as rubs your cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he abruptly stands up and throws you over his shoulder.
“Ah!!” You scream. That’s it, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna die. He carries you deeper into the ship. Your ass is in the air, and your handcuffed hands are swinging down by the Mandalorian’s legs. “Wha– what are you doing?! Where are you taking me?!” You shout as distress pulses through your veins.
Without responding, he enters a room, and gently lays you down on a bed. Then he reaches over you and attaches your handcuffs to the head of the bed frame. You lie on the bed with your hands bound and stretched up above your head, completely naked except your panties. The Mandalorian loosens the handcuffs and lengthens the cord between your hands so as to spread your hands further apart from each other.
You take a deep breath and begin to feel a little bit better. Although the position he’s put you in screams danger, you for some reason feel safe with him. Your body still trembles, though.
The Mandalorian can sense your unease. “Relax, pretty girl.” He says with his modulated voice. He’s standing on his knees with one of your legs between his on the bed. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. Just breath.” He says quietly as his hands travel down your sides. He alternates between softly caressing and aggressively kneading your body. The way he’s touching you, the way his visor is swallowing every part of your body, it makes you wet. You feel so small as he kneels over you, you can hear his breathing, and you can tell he’s holding back.
The Mandalorian is holding back. He can tell that you’re scared and shy, and he knows you’re inexperienced, so he’s trying his best to be gentle. He’s restraining himself from treating you like the whores he fucks the shit out of in brothels. The Mandalorian scoots back and runs one of his hands up your thigh before dancing his fingers on your clothed cunt.
“Fuck. You’re already leaking through your panties.” He spits looking up at you. You say nothing in response and try to give off an uninterested look. The Mandalorian moves your thong to the side, exposing your glistening pussy. “What a pretty little cunt you have.” He says as he drags his fingers through your wet folds.
The feeling of his fingers trailing through your pussy sends shocks through your body. You let out a high-pitched breath and bite your lip to stifle any more from escaping your lips. You really don’t want to give the Mandalorian the satisfaction.
The Mandalorian slyly reaches under the bed and grabs a small, roundish cylinder-shaped object of metal, of which you could tell is beskar. He gently pushes your thighs apart, and repositions himself in between them, your legs laying flat on the bed. He flips a switch on the object and it begins vibrating. He brings it to your groin and starts circling the vibrator on your clit.
You gasp and bring your knees into the air and plant your feet on the bed. Your back arches and your legs impulsively open up wider, almost inviting the Mandalorian in for more. You can’t even attempt to look inexpressive anymore. Your breathing picks up and your exhales are laced in moans. His other hand is on your thigh, and his thumb is stroking your skin. You close your eyes.
“Open your eyes. And keep them on me.” The Mandalorian orders, squeezing your thigh. He wants you to be looking at him as you come apart at his will. He wants you to see the things he’s doing to your pussy. He wants you to have to face the fact that he is bringing you such immense pleasure. The Mandalorian flips another switch and the object begins vibrating faster. You clench your teeth down on your bottom lip as you try to keep your moans as small as possible. Your pussy is so wet you can hear its gushing sounds over the vibrating.
“You like that?” He asks.
“N–no...” You respond. You wish that was true. It should be true. You’re handcuffed to a bed on a dirty old ship, forced let this vulgar Mandalorian fuck you to save your boyfriend. You should not be liking it.
He scoffs. “Your mouth is telling me one thing, but your pussy is telling me another.” Your denial of the obvious truth just turns on the Mandalorian even more. He loves watching your pathetic struggle to hide and contain your reactions. It makes him all the more determined to break you; he loves a good challenge.
Keeping the vibrator on your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger before pushing it inside of you. “Fuck.” You mutter out between breathy moans as he starts thrusting his long thick finger in and out of your hole.
“Of course you’re tight as shit.” The Mandalorian says under his breath. “Tell me, baby girl, have you ever cum?” He asks in his deep voice.
“I– I don’t know.” You respond as he continues pumping his finger and circling your clit with the vibrator. Frankly, you didn’t even know if you could cum. You know that it's possible for women to orgasm– you’ve heard your friends speak about it before. But you're fairly certain you’ve never cum before.
“Awww, poor girl.” He says in an arrogant tone. An “I don’t know” is a “no” and both of you know it.
Suddenly, he starts circling your clit and thrusting you even faster. He adds another finger and this just about sends you over the edge.
Alright, you don’t have the energy to pretend anymore; you’re over trying to put on this charade, which you know isn’t fooling him. Now all you care about is chasing this high you’re feeling creeping into your pussy. Your body has never felt this way before, you can feel the pleasure pulsing in your cunt. Your heaving breathing is now unapologetic moans.
You can tell you’re approaching a climax. Your legs are twitching and your back is arching so much. But then the Mandalorian begins slowing things down, though still persisting.
“Plea–Please.” You moan out, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. If you could, you would grab his arm and guide him to finger you faster, but your hands are still bound above your head.
“Please what?” The Mandalorian inquires. “You want me to stop? Or you want me to keep going? Be a good girl and use your words.”
You wrap your legs around him. “Keep going. Harder. Fas–Faster. Please!”
The Mandalorian lets out a satisfied grunt as he grabs one of your legs and brings it on his shoulder, opening your pussy up even more and affording him a better angle. He cranks up the vibrator’s speed and his two fingers pump you with unmatched rapidity. Your mouth is open wide as your chest heaves. Your eyes fall shut as you can feel your orgasm on the horizon.
“I said, eyes on me.” The Mandalorian orders with a stern voice. “I want you looking at me while you cum for the first time.” You force your eyes open and glue them on his visor.
He watches you scream out and come apart on his hand. “Ahhh!! Mando! Fu– fuck ahhh yes Mando! Yes!!” You cry, maintaining eye contact with his visor. Your entire body is shaking as your orgasm rips through you, a sensation you’ve never felt before.
“Good girl.” He says, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “You look so pretty when you cum.”
“Mando, I– I want your cock.” You stutter out, coming down from your orgasm.
“Oh yeah?” He asks caressing your thigh.
“Can you let my hands go, please?” You ask in the most begging-little-girl-voice you can.
The Mandalorian sighs out. “Sure...You’ve been a good girl.” He says taking your handcuffs off. You bring your hands down and sit up while you move your hair behind your ears. You take a deep breath and move your hand down to cup his bulge. You’re so turned on that you’ve completely forgotten why you’re here. All you want to do is release the Mandalorian’s cock and pleasure him the same way he did to you.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Payment Part Two
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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years ago
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take these to try and help heal the damage Wilbur Soot has dealt upon us
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Bad: *smiles seductively, while swirling a glass of red wine* I am severely emotionally unstable.
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Dream XD: My house has a stained glass window and I am a slut~
Foolish: Pope Francis?!
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Hannah: I love calling myself a bitch but if a man calls me a bitch I’m gonna step on his throat an snap his neck
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Sneeg:You know what really gets my goat
 Ranboo: el chupacabra
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Skeppy to Bad: Hey bro I just found this awesome thing called kissing me right on the lips wanna try.
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Ranboo: *ordering cake over the phone* 
Store attendant: “And what would you like the cake to say”
Ranboo: *covers phone to ask Tubbo*
Ranboo: Do we want a talking cake?
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Bad: Sometimes your body isn’t meant to run on starbucks hot chocolate and glitter lip gloss, but then again life is about challenging the status quo.
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Sapnap: Soon as he unblocks me the wedding is back on!
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Ranboo: Hawaiian shirt+dark bags under eyes is a good look….it says yeah I would really love to be carefree and relaxed right now but certain circumstances have made that impossible.
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Sam to Ponk: girl…I saw you shrieking in the middle of the forest to summon terrifying creatures.
Can I get your number?
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Velvet to Ant: Your talking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance
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Tubbo: If god isn’t real then why does the palm of man fit so perfectly against the throat of a goose
Ranboo: How have you acquired this info while still being alive?!
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Skeppy: Can you take off the corset? I can’t breathe
Bad: Well if you’d stop laughing for one second, you will admit it looks great on me.
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Wilbur: I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons 
Wilbur: Also I just got stabbed
Wilbur: don’t suppose there's anyone willing to tenderly clean, stitch and bandage my wounds while calling an idiot in an exasperatedly fond tone of voice is there?
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Tommy: Got my fangs sharpened and claire’s
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Tubbo: *Blushes and points gun at you*
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Tubbo: Do bugs even take fall damage? 
Ranboo: What are you smoking?
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Tommy: When I say I’m “feral” it doesn't always mean I'm angry. Maybe I’m stupid and if you give me food you’ll earn my trust and I’ll follow you around.
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Quackity: I am very handsome. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think to myself “I’ve committed horrible acts”
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Skeppy: What’s your deepest kink?
Techno: Idk. I’m a romantic. So I guess committing murder together.
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Eret: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I’m going to burn your house down.
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Sam:You’re under arrest for being so darn cute! Haha! Just joking, we know you killed that man.
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Bad: Today my diet consisted of 5 guys and popeyes so I’m probably going to live forever.
Foolish: you…. ate 5 whole people……
Bad: 6 counting popeye.
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Puffy : Bro stop chanting in dead languages you’re scaring the hoes
Skeppy : I’m summoning the hoes you fool
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Wilbur: Petplay but I dress like an opossum and scream at you till you hit me with a broom.
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Tommy:Do I believe in romance…not sure. Am I obsessed with it…absolutely.
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Wilbur: I can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys
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Ranboo at 3am: *crying*
Tubbo: omg what’s wrong 
Ranboo shaking: nothing…
Tubbo: it’s ok just say it
Ranboo: idk i just feel like if we were born worms you wouldn’t like me…would you even marry me? whatever, just forget it.
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Skeppy: Nobody cares.
Bad: Be silent, keep your forked behind it’s teeth, I have not passed through fire and death to exchange words with a witless worm.
Skeppy: blow me
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Bad: ‘Mobsters are part of a ‘mob’. And so you'd think ‘lobsters’ would be part of a ‘lob’, but ohohohhohoho, life just isn’t so simple!
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Eret: *uses their thumbs to lift his bra straps like an old timey political man would with his suspenders* I’m the mayor of titty city, bitch.
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Bad: sure, I’m a little stupid but that’s like 80% of my charm!!
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Skeppy: yeah he says he loves you but would he unleash cosmic horrors beyond mankind's comprehension on the world for you?
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Bad: I think making sense is optional, sometimes I just be talking.
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Gumi: Go ahead and get into the pond since you wanna act like a silly goose 
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Tubbo: What a great nap, I feel totally disoriented and I’m frothing with hate
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Bad: [pulls out a knife] 
Foolish: How many of those do you have?
Bad, pulling out more: How many do you need?
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Bad: Could a depressed person do THIS!!
[he says at 12:15am as he folds his laundry that came out of the dryer six days ago]
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Techno: Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state.
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Wilbur: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.
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Bad: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.
*Lightning strikes Bad*
Bad: Ha! Nice try, Muffin head! Next time, give it your A-game!
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eat regain your strength for we have much more lore ahead
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thestarrynightslover · 3 years ago
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You and Me
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Word count: 2,649
Warnings: Angsttt, slight swearing, mentions of harassment and violence (all show-like, tho).
Summary: Jay and (y/n) were trying to navigate their secret workplace romance when an unexpected event agitates their feelings about it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: No, I am not very sure of what exactly this is, sorry! I think it turned out kinda messy but, being honest, I just really wanted to write their interactions within that kind of angst! 
Anyways, I hope this isn’t too bad and I am very sorry about dropping this kind of imagine instead of something good enough to help us heal from the finales.  
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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It had been about 20 minutes since you finally convinced Kevin that you were okay and that he should go home when you heard someone knock on the door. You knew it was him. It had to be him. You needed it to be him. So you quickly moved to open, after checking the peephole. As soon as there was a hint of an opening, you felt Jay’s arms around you, his breath on your neck, and his voice cracking with concern.
"Oh my God, baby, I was so worried about you!" He sounded absolutely desperate, his arms enveloping you in just the way your own despair required him to.
"I know, I know... I just... I-" You tried to let out but couldn't continue because you'd started sobbing. Around Jay, it was inevitable for you to put your walls down. And, almost as soon as your tears started to fall, your boyfriend brought you even closer; holding you tightly by the waist with one arm, the other stroking your hair.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay, princess. You're okay now." He told you, but the truth was he wanted to cry as well. Not only had those past days been pure agony for him — a lonely agony —, but, also, because, even with you like that, you both knew that Jay wouldn't be able to keep a promise to stay the night if he got a call from work. Because no one knew that he needed to stay by your side. That you needed him there. Because no one knew how much all of that was hurting him, too. Because no one knew anything.
"I'm just- I just came so- so close this time, you know?" You tried to let him in on how you were feeling, pulling away a little so you could see his face better.
"I know." He replied, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "And it all happened so suddenly, I felt so stupid, powerless..." Jay confessed, as he remembered the operation that’d gotten you abducted, leaving the entire team with no clue on how it happened. 
But, for your boyfriend, it was pretty clear, though: the two of you were covering one side of the building and, afraid you might get upset with him for hovering, he didn’t have your back the way he should have. It was his fault that it all happened to you.
"Jay... That wasn't your fault, okay?” You stated firmly, as if you knew exactly what he was thinking. “None of us could've guessed that it would turn into something that, um, bad..." You said, not being able to stop the shiver that ran through your body, which made Jay go back to holding you close.
"Still, I should have done a better job at protecting you-" He started to mutter quietly in your hair, but you stopped him with a disapproving look.
"Stop, okay? Just stop! I'm a cop too, I have been a cop for about the same time that you have and I never needed or had a boyfriend protecting me in some special manner on the job!" He just stared at you, shock and hurt in his eyes.
"I know that, okay? I do know that." He told you quickly, as his hands went up from your sides, in a sign of surrender. "And I'm sorry if it came across as if I thought any differently. I'm sorry, baby. It's just that-" He paused for a moment, looking so hurt while sighing deeply, "It was really hard to not know what was going on with you, even after you went to the hospital... I mean they called Kevin to go stay with you in the hospital!" Another sigh, this time, an annoyed one. "And, seeing that, I guess that I just- I just wished that none of it had happened?"
"Jay..."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying this right now. I'm making this about me, when it's actually about you, geez." He reprehended himself while pinching the bridge of his nose.
"No, no! It's okay. Because this is about you, too. And I'm glad you're telling me how you feel." Hearing that, he just looked at you and wondered about how on Earth he had managed to snatch someone like you. "First things first: what happened to me wasn't your fault. I don’t say this often but: as great a partner as Kevin is, I love working by your side. And, I do it without any fear or concern because I know you'll have my back. One hundred percent." You assured him while giving his hand a gentle squeeze, "now, the second thing: you do know that they only called Kevin because he is my partner, right?"
"I, uh, I do know that," yet another sigh.
"Okay, Jay. I love you and I really need you right now. But, if you don't stop sighing and just say what you wanna say already, I will kick you out of here." At that, he couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle. God, you loved his smile.
"I don't wanna upset you with this. Especially now. But, I guess, I just would have liked to be the one they called." Seeing the instant frown you made, he clarified: "Not as your partner. As your boyfriend."
You had to admit that, even though you knew going public with your relationship was something Jay thought a lot about, you weren't expecting him to say that at all. Not at that moment, at least. And, being the not-so-calm person you were, the conversation quickly took a turn.
"What the hell? I just got back from the worst moment of my life and you wanna use that- pry on that to pressure me into going public?" God, that was harsh. You knew as soon as the words left your mouth. You regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth. But you didn't dare to open it again, as you watched his face go from hurt to annoyance and then a hint of anger.
"You're kidding, right?" You didn't answer. "Please, tell me you're kidding?"
"Babe, I'm-"
"You're what? You're sorry? Because, man, that shit you just said? That hurt!" He stood there in silence for a moment before continuing: "do you have any idea of what these past days were like for me? You think I'm bringing this up now just because I wanna shout to everyone that you're my girlfriend? Claim you as mine or whatever bullshit reason you think I have for wanting to go public?” You still couldn’t say anything, so he went on, “well, it's not any of that. I'm talking about this because you were missing for two entire fucking days that felt like forever to me, but I couldn't tell anyone how I'd die if anything happened to you because, hey! I was respecting your wishes! I felt guilty about the operation and thought that the least I could do was keep my pain all to myself. Which is kinda funny because you're always telling me not to bottle up my emotions!" By then you were crying, just because you were too mad at yourself for making him feel like that, and he paused but only to take a breath: "But, you know that all of that wasn't even what hurt the most? The worst part was when I got a text from Burgess on the chat group saying that they'd found you and had taken you to Med, but that we could continue doing our surveillance on one of the offenders because Kev was already on the way there!" He shouted this time, which made you wince a little — even though he looked more hurt than angry, really. Running his hands through his hair, Jay completed: "and, now, that I'm finally able to be with you- to- to know for myself that you're okay! You suggest that I was-" He couldn't even finish the sentence, which showed even more just how distraught he truly was. "I guess I just- I just can't believe that you don't see that all I wanna do is be here. With you. Taking care of you. Which is all I wish I could’ve done at the hospital, too…"
"I know, Jay." You whispered with a weak voice. Unsure that he'd heard you, you tried it a bit louder: "I know, Jay. And, trust me, I am so sorry for what I said! I don't- I just… I just wish it didn't have to be this complicated…" You knew what that sounded like. And, God, you were terrified about it. How could not you find anything good enough to say?
"Maybe I shouldn't be saying this… Maybe I shouldn't be trying anymore…” Because it sure looks like you gave it up, he wanted to add, "but I- I need to at least ask. Why does it have to be so complicated?"
"Jay, babe-"
"No! Don't do that! Don't try and stall me with that soft tone! I just wanna know why!"
"You know why, Jay!"
"I don't! I really don't! Or have you forgotten that all you did so far was give me half-ass excuses about privacy and being shy?"
"Okay! You wanna know why?" You half-asked, half-barked at him, "it's because I am scared of what will happen! That's why! Throughout all of my career, I've had to prove myself, then I got this sort of arranged job at Intelligence which not only threw all of my hard work to hell but, also, never lets me rest because it never really feels like I'm a part of that so-called family you guys have! And Voight? Every single day I still feel like he's testing me! Giving me the silliest assignments and being overly mad whenever I get the lead on a case! But, somehow — as messed up as it may sound —, I don't wanna lose that job! I don't wanna risk going back to the unit I came from, where I was constantly harassed and intimidated!" You blurted it all out, only stopping to take a breath while Jay simply stood there looking completely shocked. "And you, Jay, as great as you are — and you're literally the best thing that's ever happened to me —, you can very easily put all of that at risk." Now it was your turn to sigh. You could only hope that you sounded as defeated as you felt: having to give up the guy who was probably the love of your life just to not go from one toxic work environment back to an even more toxic one. Your mouth tasted sour after that realization, which just made you remember how sweet Jay's always was.
"You never told me any of that." He muttered quietly, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"I know and I'm sorry. I just… Thought it would get better. Eventually."
"You know I could have helped, right?" He stated sadly, then adding with a shred of hope: "You know… Maybe I still can?"
"Jay… Let's just not make this harder. Please."
"Just hear me out for a second: you are a part of our family." At that you just scoffed and looked the other way, making him pull your chin to connect your eyes again. "You are. I said I was going crazy with you missing but they all were too, including Voight."
"Yeah, right."
"It's true! Why would I lie to you about this? He looked truly haunted and, if I'm being honest, I think he just hoped he wouldn't get too close to you, to keep his head on straight in case something like this ever happened." He gulped harshly before continuing, "in case something worse happened. I think he simply can't handle losing anyone else, (y/n/n)."
"Y- you really think that?" You asked him and, you'd be lying if you said that you didn't get just a little hopeful.
"I do, darling," he told you in a soft tone. "And I'm not making excuses for him here or anything, okay? I'm just tryna tell you that we can deal with Voight. We can deal with rumors. I swear I will fucking kill anyone who dares to even touch your name on that stupid department!"
"Jay!" You started to reprehend again, even though you knew that he was just trying to lighten the mood. "That is exactly the kind of stuff you can't even think about doing after we go public!" You told him while spatting his arm.
"Ouch! Wait a second, did you really just say after we go public?" The way his eyes twinkled at that moment was enough to get you to agree with anything he wanted, really.
"But, hey! Don't get all exci-" You couldn't finish your sentence as he had already swept you off your feet and started kissing you all over. It hurt a little, due to your bruises, but it's not like you actually gave a damn about it.
"Don't get excited? Lady, I'm already over the moon!" He told you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen.
“Oh, God. You look so damn cute right now!! I can’t believe that I-” You cut yourself off because your voice started to crack while a big amount of sorrowful tears rolled down your cheeks. Seeing you like that, once more, made Jay start panicking a little, scared that maybe you were backing down on your relationship again.
“Baby? What’s wrong? Talk to me, please, (y/n/n).” Hearing the confusion in his plead sort of brought you back to say:
“I- I just can’t believe that I said the things I said to you! I hurt you! I hurt you in the kind of way I was scared you were you gonna get hurt when it seemed like I was gonna-”
“Don’t you dare complete that sentence, okay?!?” He half-asked, half-begged you, letting on so much heartbreak, “first of all: nothing could have ever hurt me in the way you being gone did. No matter how hard you might have tried, you just wouldn’t be able to get there, girl.” He said more casually, shrugging his shoulders in a way that made you crack a small smile. “And, second: I don’t want you thinking about me, in any way, when you're out there in the field. You just can't, love."
"I know, but at that moment, I-"
"Look, princess, you need to promise me that you will try your best to never do that again, okay? Because if you do, if the people we chase see any weaknesses they'll take advantage of it. And, then... But I know it's hard. You're the first thing on my mind whenever something goes south too, but I just- I love you too much to face the idea of losing you! So you need to promise me that you will keep your head one hundred percent focused on whatever is at hand, please, babe!" He begged you with such urgency in his voice that new tears started rolling down your already marked face.
"Oh, Jay... I love you, too, okay? More than anything in the world! But you know that, when we're in that kinda moment, our minds sometimes just wonder..." Seeing his concerned expression, you decided to add: "However, if you promise me you'll try your best to focus on your work, in the same way, I'll promise it too." At that, he gave you a cheeky smile.
"Deal. Now let's get you in bed cause it's been a long couple of days, detective." He said, picking you up one more time and carrying you to your bedroom.
"Oh my God! Jay, put me down!!" You squealed out, though you didn't really want him to put you down, ever.
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