#coule be better probably

[eri-pl]

Daily Idiot Not-Idiots 12/12

Bonus 3: If he stopped being evil (or didn't try it at all...)

Rating: 10/10. I do have strange narrative tastes. also no, humans still would be a thing somehow... Discord was not evil, doing it at full volume was. Or at least that's my a little chaotic and odd reading of Ainulindale?

drawing: ? I like this scene how it is in my head. But the image which came of it is boring. I'm not sure if it can be drawn very well at all. Certainly, I don't have enough imagination for this concept at all.

Still, it would be so cool.

[calico-strawberry]

They fixed the Automaton rockets and now the Mech is like super good against them...? It can take a lot of rockets now instead of just one, and goes nuts if well positioned.

Granted I don't think the current single mech type (machine gun + rockets) we have right now is the best one for the automatons, but its still good and fun to use now, only having to worry about the cannon towers and annihilator tanks

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

uh oh the post-psych mood crash

[playingonedchess]

characters: lets live together

people on tumblr: this of course means theyre canonically having sex, no what are you talking about i dont do headcanons my blog is all stuff based on canon

[onlymingyus]

i want to write you a song (teaser)

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x f!reader

genre; smut (minor dni), angst, fluff

summary; You have the best job in the world as Lee Jihoon's personal assistant but his secrets are starting to turn your world upside down.

content warnings; personal assistant!reader, ceo/boss!jihoon, single dad!jihoon, children, grandparents/parents, jihoon has a sibling, coworkers!soonyoung, mingyu, & wonwoo, soonyoung in a menace, eating/drinking, alcohol, jealousy, crying, self confidence/esteem issues, death of a family member (in the past).

smut warnings; unprotected sex, pulling out, cream pie, simp!jihoon, mild dom!jihoon, sub!reader, the dom/sub dynamics are very subtle, dumbification (very mild), innocence kink, lingerie kink, pet names, praise (like a lot -- he is a simp), body worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, crying (from pleasure and happiness), manhandling, masturbation, pillow princess!reader, i am sure there are more (let me know if its glaring) -- bonus section has its own warnings on patreon.

w/c; 27k and some change (3.2k extra words for patreon bonus) [1.6k this teaser]

a/n; thank you to @junkissed and @seokgyuu for helping me come up with a title for this! it's a 1D song, and I do not go here, but it's a very cute song and title! also thank you to my june for proofreading for me and always being the best in the fucking world. literally going through 30k words of my bullshit... the mvp! anyway, i hope you guys enjoy me simping over simp dlif jihoon! next month is spooky seasons so keep your eyes peeled for that one 💀!  

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“Miss Y/N, will you make me s’getti?” 

You had gotten to Jihoon’s house in a sour mood, but quickly found that when you were around Haein, you couldn’t be upset. She was so different from the previous day. It was obvious that she was starting to feel better, and her personality was really starting to shine. She was like a little bright light in your dark evening. 

“‘Course, as long as you guys have the stuff for it.” Pursing your lips, you open the pantry doors and sigh at the amount of groceries available to you. Of course, Lee Jihoon would have a stocked kitchen. You don’t know why you even considered anything different. 

Pulling a few things from the pantry and then more from the fridge, you glance into the living room as Haein pulls a brush through her doll's hair and hums under her breath. You had found yourself smiling fondly at everything the girl had done, even when it was the smallest thing. She could show you that she could tie her shoe and you were praising her like a proud family member. “What’s your doll's name, Haein?” 

Smiling at you from the couch, Haein lifts the doll to show it off as she moves to her knees. “I used to call her Kimmie, but I like your name better. That okay?” Biting your lip as you push the hamburger meat around in the pan in front of you, you feel your heart tighten in your chest at the little girl's words. “Mmhm, that’s okay with me.” 

Your phone had gone off a few times in the night. From the time that you had left the office to the time that you had put a bowl of spaghetti in from Haein, you had been ignoring it. You didn’t need to check it to know it was probably Jihoon. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you were here. His mother had been here when you had gotten here; she had said goodbye to Haein and you knew there were security cameras in Jihoon’s house. You just didn’t find yourself wanting to talk to him while he was on a date with some girl. It wasn’t until the tenth buzz from your phone on the kitchen counter as you put leftovers into a container, you let out an annoyed breath and turned the phone over to read your texts. 

Lee Jihoon: Thank you again for helping me out. I owe you big time

Lee Jihoon: Soonyoung said you were upset when you left. Is everything okay?

Lee Jihoon: Y/N? 

Lee Jihoon: Are you mad at me?

Lee Jihoon: Could we talk when I get home?

Lee Jihoon: How is Haein? Are you guys doing okay?

Lee Jihoon: I checked the camera. I hate doing that. Seems like you guys are having a good time

Lee Jihoon: Feels like you are ignoring my texts on purpose

Lee Jihoon: What did I do???

Lee Jihoon: We are going to talk. 

Shaking your head, you send a single text message back to Jihoon before slipping your phone into your pocket and making your way over to the couch and Haein. “What are we watching?” Giggling, Haein tells you about her Barbie movie and you listen even as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your stomach in knots, you sigh softly and offer the girl beside you a smile as she adjusts to sit against you, her head against your shoulder, before pulling your arm around her tightly. 

Y/N: Haein is doing great. No need to rush back. Enjoy your date, Mr. Lee. 

Lee Jihoon: Be home soon, Miss Y/L/N. 

You didn’t give your phone much more thought; instead, you focused on Haein as she shifted against you to lay in your lap. Your eyes are moving between her and the movie as your fingers brush her hair back from her face. You watch as her eyes slowly close and her breaths become steady and softer, sleep taking her attention from the movie. 

Sighing softly, you feel your chest tighten at the sight of the little girl asleep in your lap, but more so at the feeling it gives you. You enjoy being close to her. You like that she is happy and feels comfortable enough to sleep. Despite only knowing her for a short time, you find yourself getting attached to Haein. 

Shrugging his coat off, Jihoon furrows his brows tightly as he moves through the house towards the living room and the sound of the television. He was frustrated that you hadn’t been answering his messages, but that last message from you had told him more than enough about why you were acting the way you were. 

He knew how he felt about you, even if it was a little terrifying for him, but if you were going to sulk and avoid him thinking that he was on a date, clearly you felt something for him too. With a plan in mind—to address the problem head-on right away—Jihoon moves into the room, only to stop in his tracks at the sight in front of him. His plan goes right out the window when he sees your fingers lazily brushing through Haein’s hair as she sleeps in your lap. Now there was no way he could avoid how he felt about you, not when you were the picture of everything he wanted in his life right in front of his eyes. 

“Y/N…” Jihoon’s soft voice causes your brows to furrow as you sit up slightly, only to feel his fingers slide along your shoulders to keep you from moving to quickly and startling Haein. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Don’t wake her. She looks so peaceful.” Leaning over your shoulder, Jihoon smiles brightly as he carefully guides his fingers along the side of yours over Haein’s head with a sigh. “She looks happy.” 

Jihoon had never been this close to you before and with where he had just come from, you find yourself leaning your head away from his cheek to give him space before moving your hand from his daughter’s head. “Mm, I hope she is. I can let you take her so I can get out of the way.” 

Rolling his eyes, Jihoon sighs as he turns his head towards you to meet your eyes. “You aren’t in the way, Y/N. Would you stop this? You’ve avoided my messages all evening. I want to talk about what’s going on, but I do want to get Haein in her room first.” Lifting his brows, Jihoon waits for you to nod before he stands back to his full height and moves around the couch to slide his arms under her, pulling her against his chest. 

Glancing over his shoulder as he takes a step towards the hall, Jihoon swallows hard, hearing you shift behind him. “Please don’t leave, okay? For me? Give me like five minutes to put my daughter in her bed and then I’ll be back.” You wanted to tell him no and leave, but the look on his face and the way he phrased his words made you settle back into the couch with another nod. 

Jihoon kept his promise and less than five minutes later, you watched a less put-together Lee Jihoon make his way back into the living room. Running his fingers through his hair, he then unbuttons his sleeves and pushes them up to his elbows before finally meeting your eyes allowing you to see how nervous he really is. 

“I’m pretty tired, Mr. Lee. I should be getting home soo—” 

“I wasn’t on a date, Y/N.”

It isn’t just Jihoon cutting you off that makes you stop, but also what he has to say. Tilting your head, you shift nervously on the couch as he sits down next to you, closer than you anticipate. “That’s what you wrote me. Your last text... To enjoy my date? I was out for a business dinner with Seokmin and his manager. I haven’t been on a date in over two years.” 

It was none of your business. He didn’t need to tell you this and you shouldn’t have even said anything. You feel guilt sitting on your shoulders as you look down at your hands and push your fingers into your palm. “Oh… Well, you don’t owe me any explanations.”

You were so devastatingly beautiful and frustrating at the same time. Scoffing, Jihoon shakes his head as his eyes stay fixed on your fingers as you nervously dig them into your palm. “Clearly I do, and I should have just explained it before when I asked you to stay with Haein tonight. There are a lot of things I need to explain to you, I think, based on how you are reacting and how Soonyoung said you left at work.” 

Now you feel like a fool. Embarrassment washes over you and you lift your head, meeting Jihoon’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m—that’s so… God. I am so embarrassed, Jihoon. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I acted like a child when I left work; I said stupid shit.” 

You watch a smirk pull at Jihoon’s lips before he glances down and nods. Obviously, Soonyoung had told him what had happened, perhaps in detail. “Made me realize that I’m maybe not alone in feeling something between us. If you can get that jealous over the idea of a date.” 

Heat rises along your neck and into your face as you look away from Jihoon at what his words imply. Pressing your lips together, you furrow your brows as your brain goes from misfiring to giving you approximately a hundred reasons to bolt for the door, including the fact that Jihoon is your boss. 

“Am I wrong? ‘Cause I like you, Y/N. I mean, fuck—I really like you.” Trying to hide your smile, you lift your hand, pushing at your lips, before Jihoon’s fingers wrap gently around your wrist, pulling your hand down to your lap as he whispers your name to get you to look at him. “Come on, talk to me.” 

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[sinsandsweetness]

having extremely dirty thoughts about stepdad!Rick, so i thought i’d share…

GOOD MANNERS & DIRTY SECRETS

(stepdad!Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, use of “daddy”, overstim, vibrator, squirting… u know the drill <3

Imagine Rick snooping through your nightstand, thinking he’ll probably find something fun and naughty, but not realizing it would be a huge, pink, magic wand, tucked way in the back under a couple of vintage playboy magazines. His cock starts to stir in his jeans at the thought of you using it late at night when he’s asleep in the bedroom across the hall. Trying your best to keep quiet, biting your lip and gripping your strawberry patterned pillowcase. Of course, you immediately catch him being a fucking perv, scowling as you reach your bedroom door. About to chew him out for going through your stuff, but you stop yourself. Eyes going wide and swallowing hard when you see your dirty little secret, being turned over and inspected in his palm. Your heart and mind start to race when he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. Worried that you’ll be in trouble. That he might be angry with you. Well, more so at the fact that you’d been keeping it from him. But he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even give you a second to react before the door is locked and your shorts are on the floor. Your legs pushed right to your chest as he holds you against the plush mattress. With the toy on the highest setting, he presses it right against your clit, over the fabric of your white cotton panties. And you cum so embarrassingly quick that you actually apologize. As if he would mind. As if you needed his permission. And at that thought, along with your pathetic, repetitive, whimpering, “m’ sorry-”, he has to squeeze the base of his cock. Belt already unbuckled and jeans pushed halfway down his ass. He keeps the vibrator on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re a squirming mess underneath him. With adorable, little tears, welling up in your innocent eyes. When he notices, he decides to tell you what he what he really thinks. “If you wanna own a fuckin’ toy like this, then you better be able to take it, sweetheart. So cut it out. Enough with the tears, yeah?” And to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t let up when you cum again. Not until you’re physically writhing against his hold, grabbing at his forearm and begging him to stop because you really can’t take it anymore. That’s when he gives you a break. Just long enough to pull your damp panties to the side. A groan slips from his lips at the sight of your picture perfect pussy, all slick and glistening. The wetness that he helped create, sickeningly sweet and starting to drip down your ass. As tempting as a forbidden fucking fruit, he can’t even resist what he does next. Lining his thick, swollen, cock up with your entrance, he pushes in and fucks you hard with the wand back against your clit. Wiping your wet cheeks with his thumb, as your eyes roll back. Your quads starting to shake and twitch at the overstimulation, but you can’t even make out any words to object. Hell, you can barely think, you’re so drunk off his cock. Blissed out from the wand and his attention and his filthy words of praise. Your sweet spot being rammed into with every thrust. “Takin’ it so well, baby. One more. Just one more, sweet girl. I promise.” And he’s trying his hardest not to cum, because lord knows he could have from the sight of you alone. But soon enough, you’re moaning like a damn pornstar, whimpering against his lips as you pull him in close, “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you-” while you release all over him, soaking the sheets below. And the only thought going through Rick’s mind while he coats your tummy with his pearly, white ribbons, is how fucking precious you are, thanking him for making you squirt all over your stepdads cock.

(this started as a daydream, however I may have gone overboard…)

taglist - (crossed out means I couldn’t tag you) @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @catt-leya @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @eternalrose81 @cl0wnb0yyy

please feel free to comment/reblog if you enjoy my crazy, filthy thoughts <3

[yourimagines]

Hi, can you perhaps write a one shot about the new fallout series. Perhaps about Maximus?

love your stories ❤️

Sure, I really like the series, as a gamer myself.

I hope you like this one ❤️

Wanderer

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Blood, and Fluff

Y/N POV

The sun was shining down on me as I walked through the desert waste land. Sweat and blood were dripping down my skin, a bullet hole was on my right side of my shoulder and the headache I was having was getting worse by the minute. “I think I’m going crazy…” A loud explosion was heard in the distance, a shot of pain shoot through my head, causing me to shut my eyes. “Ahh…” my hand went up to my face as I fell down on my knees. “Please don’t let me die…” I slowly opened my eyes, trying to stay awake. My vision was blurry and my knees started to hurt from all the hot sand beneath them. I slowly fell flat down on my chest as a shadow started to cover me, I tilted my head up and saw something standing close to me. My eyes slowly rolled back and my face fell down again as I lost my consciousness.

Everything was pitch black, a weird uncomfortable feeling was flowing through my body. I felt heavy but also light, as something was carrying me. I tried everything, moving my arms, opening my eyes but nothing happened so panic started to creep in. I felt trapped in my own body without knowing what was happening to me.

Maximus POV

I saw a beautiful young woman wandering all alone under the desert sun, she was almost passed out when I spotted her. She’s probably wounded and dehydrated from all the heat. So I thought let’s go help her out, look if she needs some help but when I finally got to her she fell down, losing her consciousness. “I’ve got you.” I carefully picked her up and carried her out of the burning sun. She looked beautiful, she’s not from up here as her blue, yellow clothing and she wasn’t smelling bad, she had access to water. She could be from a vault or something.

I lay her down on the cold floor and checked her for some injuries. She had a view cuts and one bullet hole on the right side of her shoulder. I carefully took a better look at her shoulder and saw that the bullet went all the way through her shoulder, meaning it wasn’t there anymore. “You need a sting pack immediately.” I got out of my suit and grabbed the sting pack from my left arm. I kneeled down next to her and carefully injected the needle into her soft skin. “You’re going to be okay.”

Y/N POV

I woke up all alone in an old building with a sore shoulder. “Urgh…” my head was still pounding from all the heat and dehydration. I slowly sat up and saw a young man sitting in front of me, smiling at me. “Hi.” His voice sounded low and soft as he greeted me. “Hi.” My voice sounded a bit hoarse and not so sweet as usual. “You passed out because you were wounded, I fixed that problem for you.” He pointed at my shoulder. “Thank you….” “Maximus. My name is Maximus.” I nodded and took a look at my shoulder. “Why? Why did you help me, Maximus?” My shoulder was still hurting but the wound itself was looking way better than it was before. “Why not?” I looked back at him, he looked a bit confused. “Because we don’t know each other, I could have killed you.” He shrugged his shoulders and looks down at his hands. “Maybe but you needed help. And I do the right thing by helping people.”

Maximus POV

She was right but that’s not how I want to be, ignoring the people who need my help. I’m a knight now and I should help them. “Okay, well maybe I can help you out then, so tell me where are you heading?” “Las Vegas, I’m on a mission to save the world.” I saw her lips curl up, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, Yeah, I know it sounds stupid…” she shook her head as her cheeks got a rosy colour. “No it’s not, I-I’m also on my way to Las Vegas.” I was surprised, she was going to the same place. “Why?” “To find the person who shot me.” She pointed at her shoulder. “Okay, well we could go together, I mean it’s better than travelling alone.” She nodded and stood up. “Okay, let’s go then.” I smiled and stood up as well. “Have you ever flown before?”

She was clinging onto the suit as I flew us through the air. “Are you okay?” She had her eyes closed, probably afraid of falling down. She only nodded and I knew that I needed to land. I slowly went down and wrapped my arm around her as my feet touched the ground. She carefully opened her eyes and saw we were back on the ground. “We walk the rest.” I slowly placed her down on the ground. She nods and starts to walk.

Y/N POV

Max was a great companion to have in these harsh conditions. The loneliness was getting to my head and everyone I met wanted to kill me, just because I’m from a vault. “We should take a rest.” His robotic voice said to me. “Yeah, my legs hurt.” I sat down against an old wall, just out of the sun. He did the same but still in his suit. “You should take some sleep, you need it for your shoulder.” I wasn’t sure about that one, sleeping with a stranger. Yes he saved me but who says he doesn’t do anything to me, like selling me for caps. “I won’t do anything to you, I trust you and you should trust me. We are companions now.” I nodded and tried to get comfortable but everything felt uncomfortable. “I can’t, my shoulder hurts and the sand irritates my skin.” I felt a mental breakdown coming up as my eyes started to prick. “Come here.” He patted on his lap and I got shy. “Uhh you sure?” He nods and moved his legs a bit, getting comfortable by himself. I moved shyly to him and crawled into his lap. “Better right?” I was blushing very hard and hide my face against his metal chest. “I’ll keep watch, just rest a bit.”

I don’t want to admit it but I slept very good on his metal suit. His suit was cold outside the sun and it made me feel better. “Are you okay?” He asks me as we walked through the dessert again. “Yes, are you?” He nods and looks around. “I think we are almost there.” I stayed close to him as we walked over a hill. “I think we are here.” I said as I pointed to the city down the hill. “Well, thank you for your company Maximus.” I said to him, he nodded slowly and looked back at the town. “You sure you want to do this on your own?” I sighed and nodded. “Yes, we both have a different mission to achieve, but after this I would love to be your companion again.” He walks over to me and his large robotic hand moved up to my head. “Be careful.” I smiled up at him, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. “I will, be careful as well Max.” With that I walked away from him, heading to my own battle I had to fight as he flew over me, to fight his battle on his own.

[kannra21]

Contrary to popular belief, Gojo Satoru was never in a relationship. And he was fairly awkward to say the least. Sure, girls had a crush on him and he was chased all around the block, but he never truly attempted to make a move so it never worked out. Because of his job and because of who he was- the honored one, brought a veil of loneliness in his life and misfortune to people who associated with him. He never really knew how to deal with girls- joking and teasing was his way to go, but that only brought him rejection and girls would often shift their feelings to Suguru. His youth flew before his very eyes and he's 30 now. All of his friends died mostly and he's still taking care of the kids. At least he has a goal to maintain and raise a powerful generation of young sorcerers. It still doesn't take away from the fact that he's a lonely 30yo man. He could deny it as much as he wanted to, but it pained him.

Because of the staff shortage, Tokyo high was in dire need of new recruits, and that's where you came into the picture. A foreigner yet so oddly familiar, the girl next door, acquainted with the sorcery and sacrifice that came with it. Your serious expression and tired eyes told him everything, there was no need for words. He understood quite well, he could relate to you and find solace in the fact that someone shares his burdens now that he's not so completely alone anymore. You're so young, so pretty and yet so damaged by the world that it makes him feel overprotective of you. He wants to give you peace the way nobody ever did for him. But that's ok, he's the strongest after all. You're smiling under your breath, you're a sorcerer as much as he is. He's supposed to do his job and not care too much about what's going to happen to you on missions. The truth is- he didn't want to lose another person again.

So he took you out everywhere, one day it was Tokyo's famous coffee shop, the other was a prestigious high end restaurant. You realize he's rich, still, you didn't want to take advantage of him. He insists, he wants to spend time with you. He wants to know you better, ever went as far as escort you to dorms to take a look at your room. You tell him you're not the glitz and glam type of girl and that you're ok with the normie stuff. And he liked you more for it. So you had room hangouts, small coffee dates and arcade games. Sometimes it makes him cry when he remembers that he used to do all those things with Suguru and Shoko before. You felt nostalgic too, your childhood was basically ripped from your hands and there was nothing you could do about it except reminisce. But you were adults now and lingering on the past was useless. Only thing you could do was move forward.

Satoru doesn't like to talk about himself much, you noticed. But that's ok. It's probably a dark story, not much different from yours. You already knew of the Gojo clan and their connection to Michizane Sugawara. All his family members are dead, you didn't know why but that's probably what happens when you're a well known name in this dark sorcery world. Everyone goes for your head, especially the higher ups. Which is ironic considering they're supposed to be associates. Maybe he is the strongest but this was a thankless job. And sometimes it seemed like everything was put up against him. Not you though.

At first you were plainly colleagues, nothing special. Then friends. Then the lingering touches started to feel more frequent than usual. Then he kissed you for the first time- it was when he opened up and how he's wishing for more positive things, something that could potentially lighten up his world. He doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want to feel like life just flashed before him. He wants to make an impact, even if it meant making you happy, because you were enough to him. And you felt the same way. This love didn't feel like fire, a burning spark of the moment- hurried and tasteless. It felt like a deep sea of calmness and assurance- you could be yourselves with each other, you didn't have to pretend anything. Because being each other's safe space was enough.

Funny, Tokyo high needed new recruits again since you were on maternity leave and no matter how long they awaited your return, you never quite seemed to come back to work. Satoru is laughing because they're blaming him for everything and he can't deny it because it's the truth. He has a beautiful wife and beautiful babies to come home to and the best part- you don't have to be exposed to the dangerous sorcery world anymore. The kids were lively and annoying but god did they remind you of him. They preferred you more though. You're laughing and Gojo is pouting because it's not his fault that he's away from home all the time. He's missing you so much. But, of course, they're sleeping with him when you're away doing your face routine before bed. You return to your room and see them huddled in Gojo's arms. It's adorable and you get emotional again.

Please don't die Satoru. His missions were getting dangerous by the week and seeing his smiley face on the doors hugging your kids was everything you could hope for. You begged him to change jobs but he doesn't want to listen. He claims that he's responsible for the imbalance of the world and therefore he should be the one keeping everyone safe. He's stricken with guilt. Or maybe it's his hero complex that makes him so rebellious to authority and, in this case, his wife. But he'd rather die a honorable death than be taken out by something embarrassing such as old age or sickness. You're begging him to think of the kids and he does, he's thinking about them every single day. Their safety is his top priority, so is yours. And you're scared, you really are. You love him so much. You wish things could be easier, but it's ok. As long as you have each other's backs it didn't matter. You can overcome any obstacles together. He's not alone, he has a family now.

[lunarw0rks]

hear me out 🙃 riding soap for the first time

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ riding soap for the first time

warning(s): explicit content (18+), smut, p^rn w/ little plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breath play, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

a/n: scotland foreverrrr!!!! (i live in delulu-land 24/7 and probably need meds)

johnny was good in bed; so satisfactorily it was almost infuriating. he had you wrapped around his fingers, yearning for him whenever the time was right — and he knew it.

despite all the dirty-mindedness he possessed, or his alarmingly high sex drive. he could be tender, observant to a fault — especially when intimacy was involved.

classic missionary was typically the way to go with him, and honestly, you were satisfied enough to forget about all the other positions that needed trying. typically you were rid of your clothes before the idea even arose, and soap was not going to turn down sex, no matter the location or position he found himself at the end.

currently, you found yourself laying between his legs, the back of your head against his lap as his legs caged you in. ❝almost done,❞ you said, pulling the needle through the other side of his blue shirt, in the midst of patching a tear. could he have bought a new one? ten new ones? yes, but then he would miss the opportunity to watch you with a needle between your lips.

you brought the end of the thread to your mouth as you turned around and made eye contact, using your teeth as scissors. ❝will this be alright for work?❞ you held up the section that once had a rip, a genuine question about your sewing skills.

his lips contorted into a satisfied purse, then he grabbed the shirt and set it down on the neighboring table. ❝think we're done with that, eh?❞ he couldn't care less about how his shirt looked, or anything else for that matter. you had unknowingly aroused him; a seemingly common theme whenever he was home... or, anywhere really.

you recognized the familiar glaze that clouded his vision, a nearly primal look as he motioned for you to come closer. climbing into his lap to make out wasn't new, by any means. what was? how he hadn't cupped your waist and flipped the position so he could hover. instead, the heated kissing merely progressed with you straddling him the entire time.

it was new, but not a discomfiting bind to be in. his hardened bulge, pressing against your inner thigh through his sweatpants. when he removed his lips for air, your foreheads remained pressed together as he flashed a pleased smile.

his hands cupped your waist as you pulled down his sweats and boxer simultaneously, exposing his erection under the dim lighting of the master bedroom. soap's mouth remained slightly agape as you sank your weight back on his lap, clothed heat pressed against him with just enough pressure to make the sensitivity agonizing.

he showed no sign of wanting to move. he wanted you on top of him, just like this. ❝you want me to...? you sure?❞ you whispered as you furrowed your brows. it seemed strange, how many times you two had sex, but never once had you rode him.

your look of uncertainty couldn't be hidden, even if you were the type to possess a poker face. not while his eyes were glued to you and your body.

❝aye, i do. it's better this way, bonnie.❞ he gave your hips a firm squeeze, a sly smirk now forming on his lips. in this position, nearly every part of you was on display for the taking.

well, how could you say no when he looked as if he could devour you whole? and by now, despite only kissing him, you had a familiar tension forming between your legs, too. you shifted around until you had rid yourself of your pajama bottoms, then you found the panties you were wearing, pulling them to the side until you exposed enough of your core to sink onto his length.

soap let out a guttural groan as you eased yourself onto him until you had swallowed his cock entirely. he wanted to let you fend for yourself for a bit until he couldn't fight the urge to take over again. you did only what you were familiar with, grinding your hips the same way you did when you would dry-hump him.

❝look at you, lass, taking all of me so well.❞ whatever you were doing, you had to be doing it decently. each rock of your hips got more desperate, as if the need to release became more important than how you looked, or even how you were performing.

the hands palming your hips slithered higher; one cupping your clothed breast, the other finding the base of your neck, giving it a tender squeeze. each time you ground, he would squeeze, then release again. it was a methodical constriction of your airflow, only he followed each unsteady movement you made, even when you would slow or hesitate. it wasn't enough to make you see spots, just enough to keep you secure.

his fingertips burned with each tightening, the breath control only urging the both of you to that edge. you gathered enough momentum to increase the pace a bit, constricting his waist with your thighs. what once was him sitting up, was now him flat on his back, only anchoring his hips up to clash with each descension of your needy core.

once your whimpers had grown loud enough, once you had gotten sloppy, he was satisfied with watching you. by now, he was just as close to his climax, with much less self-control. from your breast and neck, he gripped your hips now, pushing you down onto his cock at his desired pace — a snappy one.

he was pushing you down deeper than you could've done yourself, a quick, harsh push repeatedly. soap's eyes clenched shut as he felt you pulse around him, seconds off from finishing.

johnny let out a hiss as he opened his eyes again, needing to watch you come undone. when you began to shake and lose your balance, he sat up again for you to loop your arms around him, still a defeating bounce on his length. ❝christ, hen, you're shakin' already... go on, finish for me.❞ his hushed praise was enough to make your core tense its grip, plunging you deep into a momentous climax. one that came quicker than ever before, with the exception of when he used his tongue on you.

he seized your chin, groaning against your open mouth as he finished. soap was rarely vocal when he climaxed, but that didn't make it any less attractive to watch him fall apart. based on his starstruck appearance, he had gandered a new favorite position.

it wasn't until his upward thrusts had slowed, that he spoke again, ❝don't give me those eyes, love. ye ken i can't resist the ride of a lifetime.❞

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! I wanted to ask if we could get an oblivious Reader X Donna? Reader keeps mistaking Donna’s attempts as being friendly and it isn’t until someone else(probably one of the lords or a random villager) flirts with Reader and Reader brushes it off/friendzones/politely yet harshly rejects them that it clicks for Donna that Reader is just that clueless and pushes her to outright spell it for Reader to understand.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!!

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Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Donna's POV

Word count: 7,224

Summary: Are you not able to see that I love you?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Angie, how I look?” I asked nervously, putting on my dress, seeking my doll's approval.

“Dark, as always,” she murmured, with a tired gesture. “Oh, wait, you have something on your face,” she joked, making me grunt and feel the black fabric that covered my hideous face.

“Very funny,” I protested, walking towards the door, my heart beating faster and faster.

My life has always been sad. I lost everything at a very young age, I found myself alone, helpless in that sinister place. There is no hope for me, there never was, I don't even know why I was born.

I, Donna Beneviento, Lord, sick, lonely woman... My name means nothing but terror and fear, my presence is only a bad omen for the poor unfortunates who dare to bother me. I’m nothing but a monster, one which never had to exist, which wonders every day if it would have been better to give up.

Mother Miranda was merciful to me, she gave me the gift of the Black Gods, she gave me a chair at her side, a new family, a new hope. Not even feeling part of something, feeling that I now had siblings, that I could vent my frustration for a lifetime of loneliness on innocent people, was enough to calm the pain in my soul.

Only Angie, only the doll that my father gave me and to which I was able to grant life thanks to the Gods, kept me tied to the reality of my existence, prevented my madness from taking over me completely.

Loneliness, darkness, fear… That was what I saw in my reflection, in my deformed face, in the face of a soul in pain that cannot even die. Shadows loomed day and night over my head, my dolls only served to remind me that there was a past that was better, and it would never return.

Hatred and envy turned me into a fearsome being, a woman who hated others, who refused to speak to them. Donna Beneviento, once a woman, now a monster.

But after a couple of decades, something happened, something that brought me out of my dark thoughts, something that brightened my hideous face every day. I met you.

(Y/N), that was your name. Apparently the Duke's business in the village was the only thing that really worked. It worked so well that even that vermin whose veins ran with golden blood made the effort to hire an assistant. That was you, the Duke's assistant, my only reason to smile.

I never gave importance to the feeling that the books talked about, those four letters that meant the world to the protagonists, that pushed them to do crazy things. Love never interested me, why would it? I was a monster, a Lord. But that day, the day you knocked on my door, the day your eyes took my breath away, that day, I realized.

Yes, I didn't know love, I didn't even bother looking for it. I just wasn't interested. When I met you, I understood. I wasn't looking for love, and it came to me. You were beautiful, a young and cheerful girl who always smiled.

You didn't fear me, you weren't afraid of me. You came to my home, you offered me everything I needed, even things I didn't even know you had, like your presence. Every night I dreamed of your smile, of your gaze... I dreamed that your words had another meaning, that your heart raced the same way mine did when you were near.

Deep down I always knew they were just illusions. No one could ever love me. Donna Beneviento was doomed to live without love.

But my internal struggles, the insults and discouraging words with which the voices in my head tortured me made me not want to give up, made me keep a slight hope, the hope of having you by my side.

“Are you going to do something at last?” the doll asked, while, like an anxious lover, I looked out the window, I saw your presence walking towards my house, I saw your beautiful eyes about to meet mine. “Or are you going to just stare at her like a fool like always? “

I sighed. Angie was right.

“Oh, taci,” I whispered in a dark voice, passing by the doll, which moved its limbs in an exaggerated way.

“Silly Donna …” she protested, pulling my dress unpleasantly, making me even more nervous. “Wake up.”

“Angie, please, l-leave me alone,” I said, feeling my hands getting more and more sweaty, the closer you were. “D-Don't bother us, will you?”

“Oh, yes, right, I wouldn't want to interrupt your constant mating rituals…” the puppet mocked, making me look at her with a fiery eye. “Oh, wait, she doesn't even know that you like her!”

“Will you shut up? You're making me nervous,” I said growling, bringing me closer to the door knob.

“You make me nervous, would you mind stopping acting like an idiot and telling (Y/N) what you feel?” that part of my conscience, the one I created, scolded me.

“You know I can't,” I murmured, putting on my dress before opening the door, before losing myself in your gaze again.

“Coward,” the doll hissed, letting me take her in my arms to welcome you like every day, like every time I wasted my money just for you to come.

I didn't respond to that accusation (which was accurate, by the way) and, with a gentle tug, I let the light enter in the dark hall while your smile turned to me, that beautiful smile.

“Buongiorno, Lady Beneviento,” you said with that sweet voice, leaving the wheelbarrow on the floor, sighing, surely tired. “How are you today?”

“l-I’m fine, thank you,” I answered with a hoarse voice, clearing my throat so you could hear it.

(Y/N)… If only you knew how hard it is for me to speak for myself, if only you knew that only you, apart from Angie, had that privilege…

“Great, because I’m fine too,” you answered with a smile, bringing your hands together before taking out a bunch of objects, objects that I asked you for. “You look good.”

I couldn't help but blush. I knew you said that to everyone, that your profession as a merchant forced you to be kind, but my heart, my wounded mind transformed those compliments into a sweet melody for my ears.

“You, you too,” I said automatically, controlling the inevitable trembling of my voice, the trembling that your divine presence caused in my body, and in my heart.

“Oh… Do you really think so?” you asked with a shy smile, looking at yourself.

“Y-yes, you are, you are beautiful,” -I said without thinking, closing my eye, taking advantage of the fact that you couldn't see my disoriented expression, the increasingly intense blush on my cheeks.

“Wow, you're the second person to tell me that today,” you commented, cutting off my breath. “Mm, I know, you've noticed my new dress, huh?”

I, wanting to escape from my pathetic attempt to flatter you, nodded slowly, while Angie tried with all her might not to laugh at me. Damn doll.

“No wonder, the Duke has made an order for high quality fabrics, look, touch it, touch it, it’s soft, right?” you said, getting dangerously close, offering me a sleeve of your dress.

Timidly, I reached out my hand towards the fabric that covered your skin, towards the wrapper that protected your divinity, your perfect body. I was very hooked on you, (Y/N), and it wasn't going to get better.

“Mm,” I murmured, pretending disinterest, after being so close to touching your hand, containing my impulses to grab you and never let you go. “Did you make that dress yourself?”

“Of course,” you said smiling, moving away from me again, painfully moving away. “In addition to having great quality, this fabric is wonderful to handle. Look, I have a few rolls, in case you're interested…”

“Um, yes, yes,” I said stammering while you searched for the fabric in that mess of a carriage.

I would love to help you organize it, give you a goodbye kiss, wish you a good day at work, and tell you to come back to my arms soon. I think I was obsessing…

“I knew you had good taste,” you said satisfied, showing off a bunch of colorful fabrics. “How many do you want?”

“I'll buy them all,” I said, gesturing with my hand for you to leave them at the door. You nodded with a triumphant smile. Naturally, Angie was there to interrupt my clumsiness.

“Donna! We have plenty of fabric! What the…?” the doll protested, which I silenced by lowering it to the ground and pushing it into the house, closing the door.

“Forgive her, (Y/N),” I apologized on behalf of the puppet. You looked at me with a frown and an amused expression.

“Oh, no problem,” you said sighing, going back to your carriage and taking out the things that I did ask for. “Here is your order, check that everything is okay, please.”

I approached with a slow step, looking at the contents of those boxes, well, pretending to look at them, actually, I was looking at you.

“Y-yes, everything is okay,” I murmured, turning away embarrassed, unable to stay close to you, pretending that I was nothing but a Lord, that I didn't count the hours to see you.

“Great, it's…” you said thoughtfully, calculating the money I had to pay you.

“It doesn't matter, here,” I said, taking out a bag of coins and reaching out to give it to you. “Keep what's left, I know it's not easy to get here.”

“You're very generous, Lady Beneviento,” you sighed gratefully, with a tender smile. “But for me it's not a problem to come here, the road is very relaxing.”

“Do you think so?” I asked, desperately trying to extend your stay, trying to you to not leave me again. “Normally people tend to be afraid of the forest.”

You shook your head, making a gesture with your hands.

“That's because they're cowards,” you said amused, organizing the remaining room in your cart, putting away the coins. “They don't know how to appreciate the beauty that is in the darkness.”

I smiled without you being able to see me, with my breathing agitated by your flattery, false or genuine. Nobody liked the forest, nobody liked me.

“Anyway, I hope you have a good day,” you said shaking your hands, taking your carriage to make me suffer, to disappear from my property. “See you tomorrow.”

“S-Sure… Take-Take care of yourself,” I said timidly, with a broken voice, not wanting to see you walk away, opening the door slowly, with a frustrated sigh.

“Ciao!” you said amused, waving your hand to say goodbye, hiding your smile from me again.

“Ciao…” I sighed, entering the mansion again, relaxing my body tense from the love I felt for you, for a love you would never discover.

“Are you stupid?” Angie asked, crossing her arms. I ignored her, getting rid of the veil with a sad look. “Don't let her go.”

“What?” I asked annoyed, taking a look at those fabulous fabrics. “Angie, leave me alone.”

“Do I have to do everything?!” the puppet shrieked, pushing me and walking out the door. “Hey, you, merchant! Come here!”

“Angie… What are you doing?” I said nervously, looking at the end of the path, where you stopped, looking back with a surprised look.

“Yes, you! The idiot with the carriage! Come here!” Angie shrieked, making me freeze in embarrassment. At that moment the bottom of the waterfall seemed like the best place for Angie.

You turned around, walking back to me. Angie nudged me, pointing at the black veil I was wringing in my sweaty hands. I put it on in time. You didn't want to see me. I would lose you forever if you did.

“Miss Angie, were you yelling at me?” you joked with your hands on your hips, looking at me amused as I tried to put the veil on.

“Yes, Donna wanted to tell you something,” the doll said, pushing my legs to get me closer to you, almost throwing me down the stairs.

“Oh, really? Did I forget something?” you asked confused, scratching the back of your neck, worried in case you hadn't done your job well.

“No, no...” I sighed, reassuring you with a gesture of my hands. “I, I was wondering if... Well, walking so much is exhausting and...”

“Yes, actually it is,” you interrupted, with a feigned gesture of tiredness. “But I'm used to it.”

“Maybe... Maybe you'd like... No, I don't know, maybe you'd like to have some tea... With, with me,” I stammered, daring to tell you, to propose you spend time with me. I shouldn't be surprised by my daring, I'd been dreaming about something like that for too long.

“Oh, I...” you murmured with a shy smile. My nerves kept me firm, motionless, imagining in my head the worst possible scenario.

“You, you don't have to accept... it's also silly... I, I'm sorry, (Y/N), forget it,” I said nervously, thus avoiding hearing your words of rejection.

“No, um... I, I was looking forward to you saying that,” you said in a soft tone, looking away and approaching slowly.

My heart was beating fast with each step you took. I didn't think it was going to be that simple.

“Were you?” I asked curiously, playing shyly with my hands, having you too close again. You nodded, biting your lip, giving me a shiver.

“Yes, because...” you murmured in a tone that seemed seductive to me. “Because I just got an incredible tea that I would like you to try.”

I was speechless, watching you take some tea bags out of your dress that you shook mockingly in front of my eye. Angie couldn't help but burst into a subtle but obvious laugh.

“Oh,” I said confused and disappointed, taking the bag and pretending to observe it. “Um... I'll be happy to try it, if, if you come with me,” I said, again showing the courage I didn't have, taking advantage of the sweetness expressed in your gaze.

“Of course, it will be a pleasure to have tea with you,” you said enthusiastically, walking behind me back to the mansion.

“Um... So, sorry for the mess,” I said nervously, moving away the fabrics and sewing materials that were scattered around my sad living room, guiding you to a small sofa, to my favorite corner.

“Oh, you haven’t seen the Duke's warehouse,” you joked, sitting down as I told you.

I laughed shyly, shaking my head, turning around cowardly to disappear from your overwhelming presence.

“My lady!” you shouted, making me stop. I turned slowly, watching you shake the bag in your hands. “You forgot the tea.”

“Oh, certo,” I said nervously, approaching again and snatching it from your hands roughly, making you blink confused. I was always a mess. “It will only be a moment.”

“I have time,” you said amused, looking around curiously.

I was finally able to get rid of my nerves, boiling the water calmly in the kitchen, not believing that it was happening, that you were in my house, that you were going to have tea with me.

“You're welcome, huh?” a shrill voice interrupted my thoughts. I didn't even notice that Angie came down with me, unfortunately.

“Do you want me to thank you? You don't know how embarrassed I've been…” I hissed furiously while the tea slowly took on its characteristic color. “I guess (Y/N) is now in my house after all… And… And she's going to have tea with me.”

“Yes, yes, so? What are you going to do?” the puppet asked, leaving me without an answer again. “Are you going to tell her that you love her? That you're crazy about her?”

“Don't talk nonsense, I can't do that,” I muttered, shaking my head, frowning. “She can't even guess what I feel for her.”

“Of course, because you don't tell her,” Angie said, crossing her arms, with an accusatory tone. “Do you expect her to be able to read your mind or what?”

“No, cazzo…” I protested, hitting the counter with my fists. “I, I don't know what to say to her… I, I don't know if she…”

“I don’t  know, I don't know…” the puppet mocked, jumping on the floor. “You're a Lord, she would never dare to reject you.”

“That's not what I want, Angie,” I sighed, placing the spoons in a perfect way, everything had to be perfect for you. “I want, I want her to… Forget it… It's impossible.”

“You'll never know if you don't try,” the doll said, leaving me thinking. Once again, she was right, Angie was always right.

“Try…” I murmured, passing my hand inside my veil, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “I don't know how.”

“To begin with, take that off,” Angie said jumping onto the counter and uncovering my face roughly, pulling the veil with her hands.

“What are you doing? Give it back to me,” I protested, chasing the doll around the kitchen. You couldn't see me, you shouldn't see me, or you would hate me, I would disgust you.

“How do you plan to seduce (Y/N) without her being able to look you in the eyes?” the doll said, running away from me in an almost comical way. “Well… In the eye. The eyes are the mirror of the soul.”

“Are they? Well my mirror is broken,” I sighed, crossing my arms, unable to snatch my black veil from Angie.

“Nonsense, now move your ass, get up there and seduce that silly village girl,” Angie ordered me, making me growl again.

“I can't, not with this face,” I sobbed, starting to lose my nerves. “She'll never love me if she sees my appearance.”

“You don't know that,” Angie said, putting a hand on my shoulder to calm the trembling of my hands, my desire to destroy everything again. “Hey, if (Y/N) sees that you trust her enough to show her your face, maybe it will be easier for you to talk to her, don't you think?”

“I don't think so,” I said, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

“Someone is waiting for you…” the doll sang.

There would be nothing wrong with trying, looking at you with my own eye, not seeing your blurred beauty. At least I could see you one last time before you ran away.

“Moon river, wider than a mile, I'm crossin' you in style someday…” your voice made my nerves worse, that sweet song you were singing distractedly made me forget for a moment my uncovered face. Such a beautiful voice… Such a beautiful girl…

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat to get your attention, something I managed, making you shut up immediately, looking at me with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, my lady,” you said nervously while I left the tray with the cups on the table. I was a bundle of nerves, the tea trembled dangerously, my gaze struggled to escape from yours. “How embarrassing, you heard me sing.”

“Schiocchezze… You have a beautiful voice,” I murmured in a low voice, looking at the floor as I sat in front of you. A compliment that came from my soul thanks to your angelic voice.

“Wow, thank you,” you said amused, blowing on your cup of tea, looking at me with a confused expression.

I trembled, moving my hands in my lap, not looking up, knowing what that expression meant, knowing the horror to look at my true face caused you.

Silence fell over us, I didn't know what to say, you didn't know what to say. Surely horrible thoughts were wandering through your head, surely you would finish your tea as quickly as possible. You would leave forever.

“Um… Wow, it's very hot,” you said nervously, putting the cup back on the tray. “Hey, you look different,” ​​you commented.

I looked at you briefly, hiding my ugliness behind the steaming cup of tea.

“Yes, you definitely look much better like this,” you finally said, slowly picking up your cup, blowing on it to make the scorching heat go away. “I can look you in the eyes… Well, in the… Eye,” you said unsure, reminding me of Angie.

I sighed, believing that you were doing nothing but lying.

“There's no need for you to be complacent, (Y/N),” I whispered in a voice taken over by my demons, by the voices in my head that reminded me how horrible I was. “I know I'm horrible.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” you said, with a nervous smile, looking at the hall door, pointing to the stairs. “So that pretty woman in the portrait was you…”

“Pretty?” I asked in a mocking tone, shaking my head. “You must be blind.”

“Mm, no, I can see perfectly,” you said with a tone that didn’t betray mockery, one that made me frown, had you really not understood my irony? “I have never even needed glasses.”

“How… Lucky,” I murmured a bit confused, taking a sip of that tea. At least it was delicious. “You were not lying, it’s a good tea.”

“È il meglior,” you said amused, with a mischievous look. I dared to look at you, to let my gaze make contact with yours. You were perfect, (Y/N), I couldn't help but smile. “Oh, did I say it wrong?”

“It seems that you take your work seriously,” I whispered amused, feeling for the first time comfortable with your presence. Your eyes didn’t reflect fear. Your body seemed not to tremble. The greatest of my worries was blurred with your shy laugh.

 “Well, I wouldn't want my boss to stop being the lord and master of the business because of me,” you joked, breathing calmly, relaxed, without taking your eyes off mine. Maybe there was something between us, maybe it was worth trying.

“I see, he's very lucky to have you,” I commented with a sigh, with my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Maybe I was going too far, maybe I was making a mistake.

“You think so? Bah, I'm just a girl like any other,” you said, downplaying my words, sincere words, which were gaining more and more strength.

“That's not true,” I said amused, with a murmur that tried to be seductive. “The Duke wouldn't leave his business in the hands of just any girl.”

“Mm, now you mention it...” you said thoughtfully, with a hand on your chin, leaning on the sofa. “…Well, the Duke has always told me that I have a natural talent for attracting clients, but I don't know what he means exactly.”

My body stirred as I studied your innocent gaze. Did you really not know how beautiful you were, how sweet your voice was?

“I suppose you have a natural talent for trading,” I said, hiding my blush in my teacup again. “You are good at talking to people.”

“Oh, no, that's a lie, my lady,” you interrupted, with a silly laugh. “Before the Duke hired me, I was the shyest girl in the village, I assure you.”

“I find it hard to believe,” I said amused, laughing embarrassedly.

“Well, it's true, I never... Well, I've never been the most charismatic girl in the world but... When I started in this business I saw how easy it was for me to talk to people. Normally they are all very kind to me.”

“Kind?” I asked curiously, wanting to know what you were referring to.

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding. “There are villagers who just by seeing me, they want to buy anything, or just want talk to me. Maybe I have an innate talent, right?”

“I-I guess so,” I stammered, not wanting to imagine the claws of any villager on your skin, on the soft fabric of your dress, not wanting to imagine horrible eyes studying your body. “I, I can't blame them... You're a... Very... Beautiful girl.”

“How curious, everyone says the same thing,” you said with a frown. “I really didn't imagine that people could be so kind in a place like this... And, well, all of you.”

“All of us?” I asked curiously, tilting my head, starting to feel uncomfortable in that situation.

“Yes, well, the Lords, you know what I mean. I'm sick of spending hours and hours in the castle, your sister, Lady Dimitrescu is also very kind, she always has nice words for me.

“My, my sister,” I hissed with a dark voice, with the teacup shaking in my hand, with a cold look, with my lips pressed together.

 No, not her.

“Yes, she always invites me to see her paintings,” you commented passively, without giving it any importance. “It doesn't matter if I tell her I'm in a hurry, she always insists.”

“Do you like being with her?” I asked without meaning to, questioning you from the depths of my increasingly wounded heart.

“Mm, it's entertaining,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “But the truth is that I get a bit tired of her constantly telling me how beautiful I am, she's too kind.”

“Kind, you say? Do you think my sister is kind?” I asked again, repressing my impulse to get up from the chair, to scream and break everything in anger.

“Yes, she always makes me smile,” you said innocently, as if you didn't know what you were saying, something that seemed unlikely. “Well... It’s a bit late and...”

“Yes, of course,” I said nervously, getting up at the same time as you, who looked at me with an apologetic face.

“I've had a great time with you, my lady,” you said sighing, with a sincere smile, one that pierced my chest like an arrow, straight to my heart.

“T-Then…” I interrupted your game, shyly grabbing your wrist. Your stories made me lose control, the need to have you was unbearable, and even more so when I knew that I wasn't the only one who was able to see your beauty. “Would you like to have tea with me tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you asked thoughtfully, nodding after a terrible moment of doubt. “Of course, I would love to, my lady.”

“Donna… C-Call me Donna, please,” I said upon hearing your answer, knowing that you would spend more time with me, that you felt comfortable by my side.

“Okay, Donna,” you said amused, winking at me. “Oh, and don't worry about the tea, it’s free for you,” you whispered, walking towards the door. I felt Angie's pushes, her impatient gestures for me not to let you go again.

“Wait, wait a moment, (Y/N),” I said nervously, grabbing your hand again, losing myself in the softness of your skin, one that I could only imagine in my dreams. “I want, I want to tell you something…”

You nodded, letting my hand caress you, without moving it away, something that made the words not want to come out of my mouth.

“Um… I…” I stammered, not knowing what my intentions were, what I wanted to tell her. It was a pathetic, desperate attempt, an attempt to hold you back a little longer, just a little longer. “I… I really want to see you tomorrow.”

“I haven't left yet,” you joked, with a tender look. “But… Yes, I also want to go back, I really like being with you, Donna.”

“Me, me too…” I sighed, moving a little closer, before your hand finally separated from mine, you winked at me and disappeared through the door.

I sighed as I watched the door close again, the light of your presence fade, the darkness returning to my life.

“Well… It hasn't gone so badly, has it?” Angie said, interrupting my thoughts, which were meditating on what had happened, on each of your words, your gestures… I wanted something to tell me that I had a chance…

“Are you kidding? It's been a disaster,” I commented, walking towards the phone, frowning, with one thing very clear, something I had to do.

“Who are you calling?” the doll asked, while I waited for someone to answer the phone. My blood was burning with rage.

“Dimitrescu Castle…” my sister's tired and always seductive voice sounded on the other end. I couldn't do anything but clench my fists tightly, taking a breath.

“Listen carefully, Alcina, because I'm only going to say this once,” I began hissing, with rage and jealousy taking absolute control of my words. “(Y/N) is mine. I saw her first so do me a favor and keep your claws away from her, find another helpless girl among your hundreds of maids, capisci?”

“Excuse me? Donna? What the…?”

“Stupida,” I growled, hanging up the phone without giving any further explanation. I was furious, jealous, thinking about the times you had been with her, the times I lost that opportunity to be with you.

“Wow, wow, easy, Donna,” Angie said, making a gesture with her hands while I ran my hand over my forehead, terribly nervous.

“Angie… This… This is not going well,” I said, finding serious difficulties to breathe, to speak clearly. “Just when I think I've gotten close to her… I…”

“Hey, it seemed like a big step to me,” the doll said, rubbing my back. “She seemed comfortable with you.”

“Comfortable? I've done nothing but flirting to her the whole time, and what has she done? Ignore me, and do you know why? Because she doesn't feel anything for me,” I lamented, trying not to let the tears come out yet, not to let desperation take over my soul.

“Pfff,” Angie said, drawing my anger back to her. “If you call that flirting…”

“It's… It's the best I can do… I, I can't let… them, take her away from me…” I stammered, shaking my head.

“You'll have to be more direct,” the doll advised me, getting down from the small telephone table.

“More? I haven't stopped telling her how beautiful she is… How much I like her company, I don't know what else I can do… Maybe, maybe she's noticed and… And she thinks that ignoring me is the best way to avoid hurting my feelings… Yes, that's it, for sure,” I rambled, starting to see the reality, the impossibility of having your love.

“Mmm,” Angie murmured, thoughtfully. “It's true, it's been even painful, Donna,” she mocked. “But…”

“But…” I growled, about to deactivate that annoying doll.

“Hey, maybe you're wrong,” she finally said, pulling my dress so I relaxed, so I sat in an armchair next to her. “Maybe she's just stupid.”

“Stupid?” I asked, letting myself fall into the armchair, sighing and letting out my frustrations. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe she didn't get the hints,” Angie commented, climbing onto my lap.

“That's impossible... Even a child would get them,” I whispered, looking out the window, pushing away from my heart the desire to cry.

“That's why I tell you that I think (Y/N) is just stupid. If you don't believe me, test her, be more direct,” the doll said, with an air of superiority that got on my nerves.

“No, how do you want me to say it?” I protested with a threatening hiss. “I don't know how to seduce anyone, I've never seduced anyone.”

“Fine, then continue crying alone in your bed, regretting that you haven't dared to do anything, but don't count on me, I'm sick of hearing you talk about that stupid girl...” Angie sighed, tired of my attitude, leaving me alone again, allowing me to reflect.

Angie's stupid theory traveled through my mind, making itself present in my thoughts, diverting my attention from my main problem. No, there was no way I could think that you didn't realize what my words meant. I was always clumsy, I never knew how to express myself, I never knew how to talk to anyone.

The possibility about the doll being right was confusing. If you didn't realize what I felt... No, no, it wasn't possible, my words said it all, my words spoke for my heart, you couldn't just not get it. You would have to be ignoring it.

Even with the certainty that my hypothesis was the most correct, that you would never feel anything for me, doubt continued to darken my thoughts, continued torturing me. After all, I was a Lord, you were a villager... What could I lose by trying?

As strange as it seemed, that option was the best. To get rid of doubts, to see how far your patience would go, how far you could bear my flattery, my desire to be with you. And so I did.

You came the next day and the words came out of my mouth on their own. The bitter taste of the tea contradicted my sweet words, ones that provoked your smiles, smiles that I studied, trying unsuccessfully to see the discomfort or rejection in them. I was not able to understand the reason for your attitude, that shy but at the same time absent-minded look, taking my compliments as a simple gesture of kindness.

As the days went by, with those quiet chats over a cup of tea, my patience began to wear thin. You always came back, you always let yourself be flattered, you never stopped me from telling you how beautiful you were, how good I felt with you. Could it be that Angie was right after all?

It seemed unthinkable, but your behavior only confirmed it to me. I even dared to caress you, to touch the softness of your skin, to make contact with your body to be my greatest hobby. You never turned away, you never complained, you always smiled, always.

Little by little I stopped seeing that smile as something divine, and instead saw it as something diabolical, something infernal, a cruel mockery of fate. No matter how hard I tried, you never took notice. You never believed that my sincere words meant anything else.

“You took so long,” I said with the same smile that I had on my face when I saw you, letting you in for another hellish tea, for another desperate attempt of my feelings to be heard.

“Yes, I'm sorry,” you said amused, walking happily through the house, sitting in the usual place, in front of me. “They've kept me busy at the bakery.”

I smiled again, shaking my head, always apologizing. It didn't matter that you took forever. I would always be waiting for you.

“It doesn't matter, (Y/N), I like waiting for you,” I said with a shy whisper, with a well-rehearsed look, a seductive one, or one that pretended to be.

“Do you know who Roberto is? The baker's son?” you asked, with an amused grimace, bringing the cup of tea to your perfect lips, those that I could never kiss.

I nodded slowly, not giving importance to your question.

“He's been talking to me all morning…” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “He won't leave me alone.”

“Is he bothering you?” I asked in a dark voice. As long as I'm alive, no one would dare to bother you, I assure you.

“Mm, no, well, not exactly,” you commented amused. “He's determined to buy all the books of the Flora and Fauna collection, can you believe it? Him,” you joked with that same casual tone.

The tremors returned to my hands, but I tried to stay calm.

“How annoying,” you snorted, opening your eyes wide. “He keeps telling me I'm beautiful, and, look at this, he gave me a bracelet,” you said, extending your hand so I could look at the shiny ornament hanging from it.

It couldn't be possible, were you really an angel, or a demon?

“That boy gave you this,” I murmured with contempt, frowning at your calm gaze. I looked at Angie confused, who shrugged in an amused manner.

“Yes, he says that the shine of silver brings out the beauty of my eyes. What nonsense, it's just a bracelet,” you said disinterestedly. I was already burning with rage, closing my eye, trying to control my breathing. “Are you okay?”

“Yes… I… Why a bracelet?” I asked annoyed, shifting in the chair, noticing how a cold sweat ran down my neck. “But, but…”

“Bah, I guess he just wants to be nice,” you said, downplaying it with a gesture of your hand. I blinked several times. It couldn't be true, you really were blind.

“Nice… (Y/N),” I murmured, calmly putting the cup on the table, trying to find the appropriate words, beginning to understand your strange behavior, but denying to myself that it was true.

“Yes, I had to promise him that I would go see the stars with him tonight. If not, I think I would still be at the bakery,” you said amused. Not even your sweet voice could make me smile after listening to you.

“See, see the stars…” I repeated more and more nervously, shaking my head, laughing mockingly.

“Yes, it seems like a good plan to do with friends, don't you think?” you said, relaxing your expression, worried about my strange reaction. “Donna, are you sure you're okay?”

“You can't be that naive…” I sighed, getting up from the chair, pacing back and forth in the room, nervous, about to lose control again. “I can't believe it, friends, you say?”

“Y-Yes…” you murmured, moving back in place, confused and a bit nervous. “He wants to be my friend.”

“Is that what you think?” I asked, approaching and grabbing you by the shoulders, staring at you, searching your gaze for the trap, that small gesture that would reveal your intentions to laugh at me.

“Donna, you're scaring me,” you said with a trembling voice. I let you go with a growl, the pressure was too strong, my love for you was already unbearable, as was discovering that your attitude was genuine, clueless and trusting.

“You’re scaring me,” I hissed, pointing at you with my finger, laughing mockingly, almost sinisterly. “Are you really not able to see what's in front of your eyes?”

“Mm, what do you mean? Now I only see you and... You're, you're a bit nervous... Y-You should calm down, do you want me to call a doctor?”

“Idiota!” I screamed furiously, clenching my fists tightly on both sides of my hips. “That guy doesn't want to be your friend, (Y/N), he wants to take you to bed, can't you see it?”

“To bed? What for?” you asked with a frown, getting up to study my movements and try to stop them. Your expression changed when you realized, opening your mouth and blushing embarrassed. “Oh, you mean… Seduce me… Bah, no, I don't think so.”

“You don't think so?” I asked with a disoriented expression, opening my eye wide, not knowing whether to let tears consume me or laugh at that situation. “Gods… How can you be that stupid?”

“Hey, don't insult me, Donna, I, I haven't done anything to you,” you said fearfully, with an annoyed and sad look. “Be-Besides, what do you care if he wants to flirt with me? We're friends, right?”

“Friends…” I said, shaking my head, looking at the doll, who was already afraid of my loss of control. “Stupida…”

“Hey, if you're going to keep insulting me, I'd better go,” you said angrily, grabbing your jacket and walking towards the exit. “It's been a pleasure being with you.”

“Donna, you fool, don't let her go,” Angie said, pushing me by the legs. Closing my eye, risking everything on one last desperate card, I ran to stop you, grabbing your wrist, feeling the soothing softness of your skin on mine.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N),” I said in a calmer voice, pulling you along, with a pleading look.

“What do you want? I'm in a hurry,” you said, visibly upset by my erratic behavior.

 It was now, or never.

“I'm in love with you,” I confessed with a clear voice, looking you in the eyes, sounding as sincere as possible, putting my nerves aside, praying to the Black Gods that you would understand my words.

“What? It's, it's a joke, isn't it?” you asked after a few moments of unbearable tension, with me consumed by your silence.

“Do you think I'm joking?” I hissed, darkening my gaze. I didn't care about anything anymore, if I lost you, at least I would die fighting. “I love you, (Y/N), I've loved you since the day I met you.”

“You… You love me…” you sighed, repeating my words, blinking in confusion, unable to prevent your mouth from rising, your cheeks from blushing. “But, but that's not possible… You, you're a Lord and I…

“You're the most wonderful girl I know. Ti amo, sono pazza di te…” I said again, pulling you closer to me, with a pleading look, caressing your cheek, brushing your hair away from your beauty.

“Wow…” you sighed, joining your hand with mine, with a tender smile, one that told me I hadn't made a serious mistake. “So that was it… Why didn't you tell me before?”

A loud laugh interrupted my statement, Angie seemed to be writhing on the floor laughing, laughing at me, of course.

“I've been trying to tell you for weeks, (Y/N) but you... You didn't want to listen to me,” I said, ignoring the doll's unpleasant laughter.

“Really? I hadn't realized,” you said with a loving whisper, with a look that went straight to my eye, taking a step closer to me. “But, but you have, you have to be joking... You can't feel anything for me...”

“Maledizione...” I murmured, letting out a furious growl and grabbing your face in my hands, pulling it until my greatest wish was fulfilled, until my lips captured yours in a clumsy, messy kiss. “What do you think of this?”

“Mm... I loved it...” you sighed, still with your eyes closed, with a smile that grew wider. “Can you do it again?”

I obeyed, forgetting for a moment the effort it took me to get to that point, forgetting the whole nights of crying, the voices that told me something like that would be impossible, that you would never be mine.

“Mm, Donna… I, I'm in love with you too,” you whispered, hugging me innocently while I surrounded your body with my arms, keeping you close to it.

“(Y/N)…Gods…” I sighed, unable to contain a tear of happiness that slid down my cheek.

“I really thought you would never realize it,” you commented, playing with the buttons of my dress, forcing me to arch my eyebrow and kiss you quickly, not wanting to think that maybe it was another one of my dreams. “I thought you just wanted to be my friend.”

“You can't be serious,” I said, shaking my head, enjoying the warmth of your hug. “My love…”

“Donna,” you sighed, radiating happiness. “Did you really think I came here every day just to sell you that stuff?”

“And you really thought I called any girl who came near my property beautiful?” I countered, laughing amused, enjoying the tenderness of your innocence.

“Maybe you just wanted to be nice…” you murmured, hanging on my neck.

“Nice…” I sighed, kissing you again. “You're such a clueless girl, you know that?”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Soft Sighs in the Late Night, Red Eyes in the Early Morning

Very simple little story of you getting snacks for König when he works at night and learn he's being deployed. Not so sad, just a slice of life kind of work.

TWs: references to combat

Wordcount: 1.4k

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Soft Sighs in the Late Night, Red Eyes in the Early Morning

You always liked scurrying into König’s office when he was working. He didn’t often take his work home, but on the rare days he did you liked to bring him snacks and drinks while he studied the fine print of military contracts.

You creaked open the door and crept up carefully as you took in the sight of König by the yellow architect’s lamp. Placing the tray down, he paused his writing and looked up to you with a smile.

“Has it been that long already?” he chuckled as he leaned back to take a better look at you.

“Guess so,” you smiled, taking your place on the stool he left out for you and leaning on the desk.

König was always subtle in how he flipped his papers over when he put his fountain pen down. Once, you’d been offended by how he hid his work from you. Over time, you realized it was safer for him to keep his papers covered. He’d told you once of a man who’d had his wife kidnapped, and after meeting the shell she became, you decidedly left the papers unchecked.

He steepled his fingers over the pages and gave you a grin, “So, what has my little mouse been up to today?”

You sighed, “Work was hard. Aaron kept complaining about the new marketing campaign that head office has been working on. He kept going on and on about how it was stupid and nobody would ever buy into it.”

“He’s the one who is stuffy, ja?” König asked.

“He’s the one who was going on about how he bought his first home when he was twenty,” you groaned.

“Oh, that one,” König rolled his eyes, “I sometimes wonder what his Kinder think of him.”

“Last I heard he tried to send his son to some wilderness survival camp for smoking a joint with his friends,” you rubbed your temples, “I really try not to tell people how to parent their kids, but I just couldn’t let that go.”

“Did his son end up going?” König cringed.

“Thank God he didn’t,” you took a cracker from König’s snack bowl.

“Those are my snacks!” König huffed.

“Gotta pay the tax,” you munched away happily.

König grumbled as he scooched the bowl closer to him. It was a nice attempt, but you stole another cracker regardless. You only relented when you reached for a third, only for König to swat your hand away like some pesky fly.

“Rude,” you sniffed.

“The ends justify the means,” König replied dryly.

You rolled your eyes at that. König would be the type to quote Machiavelli, wouldn’t he? Sometimes you couldn’t believe him.

“Why did I ever marry you,” you rested your cheek on one hand.

“Because I’m a good provider,” König answered as he took a cracker into his long fingers, “though you do your fair share.”

“My fair share?” you scoffed, “I think I do a bit more than that!”

“You do,” König acquiesced, “but I’m still the provider.”

You decided that today wouldn’t be the day you tried to tackle König’s misogyny. You could always do that tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever it came up next.

“So, can you tell me anything about what you’re doing tonight?” you slumped down so your chin lay on the desk.

“A bit,” König smiled faintly, “it’s mostly just about an upcoming project in Serbia.”

You frowned, “You’re getting deployed soon?”

König gently brushed his hand through your hair with a faint smile, “I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t be long.”

“You always say that,” you grumbled.

“This is just a one week job. We’re protecting someone in a car convoy. It’s nothing too exciting,” König assured you, “they tell me that I probably won’t even see any action. It’ll just be a security job.”

“Can you tell me who you’re working for?” you asked hopefully.

“Nein,” König pressed a kiss to your forehead, “not until after. Then I’ll tell you everything I can.”

Of course, everything he could was always terribly limited, but that didn’t particularly matter. You were more interested in the stories of his day-to-day life than the grand plans of the powers that be.

“Do you know who’s coming with you?” you asked.

“Nikto is one,” König said, “and Askel.”

“Isn’t Askel kinda weird?” you scrunched up your face.

“Not weird,” König grimaced, “he’s just too chatty.”

“Maybe that would be good for you,” you pointed out.

“Maybe,” König shrugged, “but I like the quiet. Nikto is good; Nikto is very quiet.”

You nodded and nestled your head against his bicep, closing your eyes and taking a moment to breathe in the moment.

König brushed your hair through his fingers mindlessly. He seemed lost in thought, as he usually was before deployment. You hated the thought of coming home to an empty home for the next month, but you knew that this was just a part of dating König. You could never escape the shadow of KorTac.

“So, how long will you be gone?” you asked.

“The mission says one week, I’m thinking that it should be three,” König murmured into your hair, “it won’t be as long as the last.”

You cringed. You didn’t handle the last one well. You didn’t think you could deal with that again so soon after the last.

“I promise I’ll be safe.”

You burrowed your face into his arm.

“You always promise.”

A low chuckle.

“And I’m still here, ja?”

You sighed. He was right, he was still here. It didn’t mean you didn’t notice the new scars that decorated his body. He tried to hide them, but you always found them eventually. Thankfully, he didn’t tell you how he got them. Well, not unless they were funny.

“So, no Horangi to set you on fire again?” you giggled.

“No,” König let out a long sigh, “thank God for that. My ass still hurts thinking about it.”

You laughed and hugged him close, getting in all the love you could before he left.

“Will you be leaving soon?” you whispered into the dark cotton sleeve.

“Soon,” König admitted, “I’ll be leaving soon. Most likely in a month.”

“Promise me you’ll be okay.”

“I’m always okay,” König laughed.

“Please,” you insisted.

“Then I promise, little Maus,” König kissed you gently, “I will be okay.”

You held him close a little longer, not wanting to let the moment go. König let you, knowing full well it was all you had to hold onto until he came back home. He hated leaving. He hated it every time. But if it was to keep you safe, to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, he’d do it a thousand times. You were worth every scar upon his body just to see you sleeping safe in bed when he’d come back home.

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[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can" (Part 1)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: We're like lowk cheating 😭, Cursing, Use of N Word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: Let Me Love You By Mario, Don't By Bryson Tiller

Summary: Basically, you get into a lil argument with your man (Jaleel) and run to Miles. You tell him that it's been like this for a while and he isn't having any of that. He tells you that you deserve better, luckily he knows someone who can provide better 😉

The IG Post:

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"You are so fucking insecure, it's unbelievable"

You say, rolling your eyes. You were sitting on Jaleel's bed, with your arms crossed. This nigga had the audacity to press you about an IG post on your PRIVATE Instagram. The post wasn't even that bad. Jaleel's been like this ever since the start of your relationship. At first. You just thought it was cute that he was a little possessive, you thought he was just showing that he cared. But now you're 4 months in and that shit just not cute anymore!

"I'm insecure? Nah I'm just responsible for you, and ion like you out here showing ya ass for all these lil niggas that are thirsting over you. You MY bitch."

Hold up...you know he ain't just say what you THINK he said. All your respect for him went out the window the second he said that. Plus, he wasn't even looking at you during this whole argument, this nigga is turned around, on his PS5, in his gaming chair, paying you no attention. You know what...you don't even care that you're at his house at this point, you're about to say what's on your mind.

"FIRST of all, I'm nobody's bitch. Second, Boy you are not responsible for me. Nigga, you ain't my daddy. You make it seem like I'm just a job, not your girlfriend. You know what...Miles WARNED me about you and I should've listene-"

You said, before getting so rudely cut off by the dreadhead in front of you. To be honest, you probably just fell for the height and hair. (Because if a 6 foot dreadhead walked up to you, you would take the opportunity too. Don't lie.)

"There you go, always talking about that nigga. 'Miles this, Miles that', since you wanna talk about him so bad why don't you just go be with him. But let me tell you something, that'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Because, he don't want yo' ass anyway. I'm the best thing you'll ever ha-"

He's cut off by the sound of you grabbing your shoes, and purse, hopping off the bed. One thing your mama has always told you is 'If you disrespect yourself, you'll allow others to disrespect you' and you weren't about to sit up here and be disrespected.

Jaleel turned around in his chair and looked at you, puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving, I'm not about to let you talk to me like this. J, I deserve so much better and that's what I'm about to go get."

You said, walking to the door. You heard him stand up out of his gaming chair and run after you. With the controller still in his hand, he stood in front of you. Blocking the exit of his apartment.

"Wait, wait, wait. Bae, I'm sorry, ok? Maybe I took it far this time but, you know you're not gonna actually leave me, right?"

He chuckled out, thinking this whole thing was a joke. Little did he know you weren't playing.

"Look, you can be delusional if you want to but I'm done."

You say, pushing past him and walking out the door. You heard faint sounds of Jaleel cursing in the background. You honestly weren't paying attention, there was just so much going through your head. You honestly couldn't believe that you just did that. You just kept your head down, continuing to walk down the hallway of the apartment complex. You felt tears well up in your eyes, not from sadness, but pure rage. You couldn't even believe that you stuck around for that long. How could you do that to yourself? Did he ever really care about you? Was he being egotistical? Was he right about you wanting to get with Miles? What are you gonna tell your mo-

You heard a little thump from your shirt rubbing against someone's jacket, dragging you out of your train of thought. You must have accidentally bumped into someone on your walk home.

"I'm sorry"

You said with a slightly congested, scratchy voice since you were just crying. Before looking up to see who it was, you recognized the Jordans and shadow of a tall, sort of lanky boy with a taper fade. Apparently he recognized you too.

"Y/N? Mami, why are you crying? Where's your jacket, you must be freezing!"

He said, pulling you into his embrace in the cold weather, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Voy a matar a quien te haya hecho esto."

(I'm gonna kill whoever did this to you)

He muttered under his breath, still embracing you as he lead you to his home.

"I was just at Ja-"

"Shhh, you can tell me about it when we're inside so that you're warm and safe, Cariño."

(Dear)

He said as he continued speed walking the streets of Brooklyn, New York, with you wrapped in his warmth. He wanted to get to his apartment as soon as possible to make sure you're ok, you took note of that. Jaleel was wrong about a lot of things, but maybe he was right about this. Maybe you do wanna be with Miles...?

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This was lowk originally a one-shot but likeeeeee it's a lil more juicy when it's in chapters 😋 anyway, lemme know what yall think in the comments, I WILL REPLY BC I LOVE YALL 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

[romanestuffsposts]

Coul you do one were the reader got pushed? Or like some guy pushed the reader and her daddies saw it and were overprotective

Hi there love! 💜

Of course I can! Thank you for being so patient toward me, I know it was long and I apologise deeply for that!

I hope you like how i wrote it <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : little reader being pushed, tickle to cheer up, reassurance, apologies, fear, angry Daddies,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a mean guy push you away at the mall. Lucky for you, your Daddies were here for you

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It was a really hard day today. You absolutely needed to go to the mall with your Daddies because it’s winter and your clothes are not warm enough for the season.

It was the only schedule you all had free so it was now or never. There were reductions so it was the perfect moment to go shopping now.

But your Daddies didn’t thought there would be that many people at the mall that night.

You couldn’t see at two meters Infront of you because of the crowd in the stores. It really scared you and the idea of losing your Daddies in there scared you even more. You always had a piece of their clothes or their hands in yours.

But sadly you couldn’t be holding onto them all the times… you were attracted by a shop window where there were drawings stuff and books for kids.

You love going in store like this and just wondering around, eying everything that’s around you.

Your Daddies were behind you and kept an eye on you but they let you enjoying the view alone, which was a mistake..

A man was standing beside you, looking inside the window just like you. Only you can see from the corner of your eyes that he’s moving toward you while keeping his eyes on the toys.

You were about to move so he could walks past you but something caught your eyes and you forgot everything else.

A new set of drawing pens was exposed in front of you and your eyes sparkled with stars.

You forgot about the crowd and the man beside you, that until you feel his hand on your shoulder and then your butt hitting the ground.

You were too shocked to do anything. You stare down at you and wonder how the hell you ended up there. You quickly feel the tears coming in your eyes because the pain is only felt after the fall.

Your Papa is running toward you and is quick to pull you on his laps. He pulls your face in his neck and gently stroke your back ‘’shhh baby, you’re okay, you’re perfectly fine’’ he tries to reassure you so you don’t cry.

At the same time, your Daddy grabs the man and pulls him against the wall, his forearm against his throat and a murderous look in his eyes.

Your Papa keeps talking your so you don’t hear what is happening ‘’you fell but you’re fine, nothing is broken’’ he kisses your temple.

You sniff and look up at him through teary eyes ‘´you sure’’ your sweet and quiet voice asks.

You Papa tilts his head ‘’we can check if you want but I’m pretty sure nothing is broke’’

You nod your head because you really want to be sure. Little tears are falling down your cheeks because it really start to hurt.

You watch him touching your arm first ‘’does it hurt ?’’ He asks. You shake your head. He rolls it a little so you can feel that nothing is broken.

He does the same with your other arm and then your legs. He then looks at you ‘’do you feel better ?’’ He asks pulling your hair behind your ears.

You pout and hide your face in his neck again, he gently chuckles at how adorable you are ‘’I should probably keep checking, don’t you think ?’’

You nod your head and feel him grabbing your wrist, he lifts it up and as you thought he was checking your shoulder, his fingers fall in your ribs and wiggle his way in between the bones.

You flinch and fall more in his arms as you squirm, laughing loudly ‘’ maybe a bone in there isn’t doing good. I think I should keep checking, no ?’’ He teases.

You shake your head and grab his hands so he would stop tickling you ‘’notin’ broke’’ you say, a left over of giggle leaving your lips after the words.

Your Papa laughs and nod his head ‘’alright then, everything is fine. Nothing is hurt’’ he kisses your little nose ‘’your butt can be sore again for a little but it will go away very soon’’

You nod and close your eyes when his forehead fall against yours.

Someone clears his throat beside you causing you to look in that direction. When your Papa sees the man held by your Daddy at the neck, he stands up with and lifts you in his arms.

You rest your cheek against his shoulder and look at the man. Your Daddy squeezes his neck causing the man to grimace. But after that, he starts talking.

‘’I wanted to apologise to you’’ he says with a weak voice ‘’I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you’’

You can’t see it but your Daddies know how fake his apologies were. But before they can say anything, you talk ‘´is Oki, I no hurt. Papa checked’’

Your Papa smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head ‘’that’s right, I checked and he’s lucky that you have nothing’’ he smiles down at you, but his voice a little bit harsher so the man really know how lucky he is.

Your Daddy pulls his ear to his mouth and say something that you can’t hear before shoving the guy away. This one almost fall on the ground but is quick to run away once he found back his balance.

Your Daddy comes to you and takes you in his arms ‘’ how are you feeling my precious little one’’ he asks, worried. ‘I fine’’ you whispers and wrap your arms around his neck and his your face in his neck ‘’but I tired’’ you mumble

‘’I Know baby doll, I know. We’ll go home now, it’s enough for today’’ he kisses your temple.

‘’Please tell me you didn’t just shove him away without being able to find him back’’ your Papa quietly asks so you don’t hear.

‘’I’m not stupid Steve’´ he show him his phone where a little blue bubble is seen

‘´Good’’

[sonics-atelier]

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Based this post by @staryukis

Cw : MNDI , sexting , female reader x gojo , Masturbation , Fingering , gojo being a flirt .

Authors notes : Hello people of the jjk fandom, this is my first time writing for gojo so please be kind and let me know if you liked it, stay happy everyone <33

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, the only sound the rhythmic tapping of fingers on screens. Each text Satoru sent was more risqué than the last, the words weaving a spell that held them both captive. You lay in bed, biting your lip, your body reacting to his messages in ways that were impossible to ignore. You could almost hear his smirk in every response, feel the tension building between you with each suggestive word.

Your phone buzzed again, and you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together aching for friction as you read his latest text. "I can't stop thinking about the way you looked in that dress tonight. It took everything in me not to pull you into a dark corner and have my way with you."

A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers hovering over the keys as you formulated your response. "And what exactly would you have done to me in that dark corner?" you typed, your breath hitching at the thought of that enticing body of his. You hit send, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Satoru's reply was almost immediate. "I'd start by pressing you up against the wall, my hands exploring every inch of your body. My lips would follow, tracing a path down your neck, to your collarbone, lower and then some ..."

You swallowed hard, your imagination running wild with his vivid descriptions. The ache between your legs grew more insistent, your body craving the touch his words promised.

You glanced at the time, realizing you'd been exchanging these heated texts for over an hour. You could picture him on the other end, probably just as worked up as you were.

His next message confirmed it. "I can barely think straight right now. I've been palming my hard on for the last 20 minutes, just imagining what I'd do to you, or even better, let you do to me."

Your breath hitched again, your own arousal almost unbearable, fueled even more at the visage of him, head thrown back, neck exposed while his hands work thumbing the viens, elicting the most melodious moans.

You could practically hear his voice in your head, each moan and gasp driving you wild. The heat pooled between your legs, and you couldn't resist the urge any longer. With trembling fingers, you typed out a response. "I wish I was there right now, feeling every inch of you. Tell me exactly what you'd do to me."

As you sent the message, your free hand slipped under the waistband of your panties, seeking out your own arousal. The slickness there was undeniable, and you shivered at the touch. Your mind was filled with images of Satoru, his body reacting to your touch, his fingers on you, and his hard length ready for you.

His reply came almost instantly. "I'd start by kissing you slowly, letting my hands roam over your body, teasing you until you're begging for more. Then I'd slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for me, curling them just right to make you moan my name again and again."

You whimpered, your fingers mimicking his words, sliding inside yourself, curling to hit that sweet spot. The sensation was almost too much, but you craved more. "I'm so wet thinking about you," you texted back, your breath coming in short gasps. "I need you so badly."

His response was even more explicit, detailing exactly how he would take you, the rhythm of his thrusts, the way he would watch your face as you came apart for him. Each word sent a jolt of pleasure through you, pushing you closer to the edge.

You could feel your orgasm building, your body tightening with every stroke of your fingers. The thought of Satoru watching you, hearing your moans, and knowing he was the cause, drove you wild. Your hips bucked against your hand, and you couldn't hold back the sounds escaping your lips.

"I'm so close," you typed, your hands shaking.

"Come for me," his message urged, and that was all it took. Your body tensed, and you cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers slowed, drawing out the sensation, until you finally lay there, breathless and satisfied.

You stared at your phone, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability washing over you. "I wish you were here," you sent, your heart pounding.

He replied with a winking emoji "One day soon, I'll make sure you feel everything I'm promising you." With one last glance at your phone, you set it aside, your body thrumming with desire imagining what it would be like to have Satoru with you, his touch real and his promises fulfilled. The thought was enough to keep you warm through the night . Perhaps a cold shower was in order, or two, or three . . .

The next morning, you woke up to the harsh light of day and the reality of your situation. You had plans to meet Satoru for coffee, and the memory of your late-night conversation made your heart race. How were you supposed to act normal around him when you knew how close you'd come to crossing a line neither of you could uncross?

You dressed carefully, opting for a casual yet flattering outfit, something that wouldn't give away just how much you were thinking about last night's texts. When you arrived at the café, Satoru was already there, looking as effortlessly charming as ever damn those striking blue eyes. His grin was boyish, but there was a glint in his eye that made your stomach do gymnastics.

"There's my pretty girl" he said, standing to give you a hug. His touch was salvation, his fingers brushing over your exposed back, almost chaste, but the memory of his words lingered, making your skin tingle.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, You sat down across from him, and for a moment, there was a charged silence, both of you remembering the tension from the night before.

He broke the silence first, his smile turning playful. "Did you dream about me?"

You cocked your head. "I did."

"I did too" he admitted, his eyes darkening slightly. "Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Yeah, me neither."

There was another pause, and then he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "So, about that dark corner..."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking slightly. "Satoru, we're in public."

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Just checking."

You both ordered your drinks, and as you sipped your coffee, the conversation flowed easily. You talked about mundane things—your work, his latest mission, the book you'd been reading, the movie he wanted to see. But every now and then, your eyes would meet, and the air would thicken with unspoken desire.

"So, I've been thinking about taking up a new hobby," you said, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground.

"Oh? What kind of hobby?" His eyes sparkled with genuine interest, but there was an underlying heat that made your heart race.

"Maybe painting," you replied. "I've always wanted to try it."

He leaned back, stretching his long very muscular legs under the table. "I can see that. You have an eye for beauty." His gaze traveled over you, making your skin prickle with awareness.

You blushed, taking a sip of your drink to hide your reaction. "Thanks. What about you? Any new interests?"

He shrugged, his shoulders moving with an effortless grace. "I've been thinking about learning to cook. Might be nice to surprise someone with a home-cooked meal."

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Satoru cooking for you. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to try your cooking sometime."

His smile widened, and he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."Careful what you wish for. I might hold you to that."

The rest of the coffee date went surprisingly smoothly. You talked about everything and nothing, the easy banter between you soothing the lingering heat from the night before. Yet, beneath the surface, the spark remained, a promise of what could be if either of you were brave enough to take that next step.

As you parted ways, Satoru hugged you again, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary. You could feel the strength in his arms, the warmth of his body against yours, and it left you pining after more.

"See you tonight?" he asked, warm breath againsnt the shell of your ear, his voice full of unspoken possibilities.

"Definitely," you replied, your heart racing with anticipation, already counting down the hours until your next encounter.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but smile, already thinking about what the night might bring. The game you played was dangerous, but exhilarating. And you knew it was only a matter of time before one of you made the first move, crossing the line between friends and something much more intense.

- @sonics-atelier ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form, I will decapitate you)

[candywife333]

Hey can u write a Professor Jimin fvcking slutty student(like with some degrading and blackmailing shit), Jimin blackmails oc with her naked videos which he secrectly filmed?

PART 1

Don't Test Me

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took a while to get to it. Will be posting daily from now on. Finished all my major exams and am ready to write limitlessly now. As usual , not proofread.

chubby insecure student y/n x Professor Jimin (nasty yandere-ish).

WILL HAVE ONE MORE PART (SMUT)

Triggers: eventual smut, dubcon, blackmail

"Y/N, stay back. I have a few things I need to discuss with you".

I stood there shell-shocked. Had no idea why Prof. Jimin would want to talk to me. I did my work silently, maintained a consistent B+ in his class, and made sure I never caused any disruption. He had a fan club filled with some of my most beautiful classmates that fawned all over him at any given time of the day. So what would he possibly need from me?

Most people in school acted as though I were invisible. And as much as others may hate it, I loved being a loner. I didn't want to be noticed. Didn't want to take up space. My life's goal is to be forgotten. Probably had to do with the fact that whenever I was noticed, it was never a pleasant experience.

I turned back to face Professor Jimin. He had a quizzical arch to his brow, almost in a questioning manner, as thought to ask why I kept so much space between me and him. If I didn't know any better, I would say that his plump lips were lifted up in a slight smirk, defiantly arrogant. Black eyes glinted back at me with an unrecognizable solemnity. Sent shivers down my back , an emotion akin to fear. He had never come off this scary before. Prof. Jimin was usually stern within good reason, but never this outright intimidating.

As though he knew something I didn't. He grumbled in a rather sharp tone of voice, "Close the door behind you Y/N. This is to be a private conversation. And come closer to my desk so I can talk to you without literally having to shout at you".

I gingerly closed the door behind me and walked over to his desk, dreading how up close I would have to be to face him. I hated invading people's personal space and I felt the same about other's encroaching on mine. Made me dicy and uncomfortable. Yet, I had no choice. I reluctantly sat in the chair right in front of his desk while he occupied the chair on the other side.

How did he even know my name? I never answered in class and was mostly just silent. The TAs usually graded all papers and assignments. He wouldn't know me, unless he made it a point to know me. This made me even more queasy. Sweat lined my forehead, droplets slowly sliding down the nape of my neck.

His face relaxed into a grin, white teeth encased by soft fluffy pink lips. Folding his hands on the table in front of him, he calmly implored, "Are you feeling alright Y/N? You seem a little nervous". I shook my head side to side rapidly as though I were a mute, gulping down my trepidation. "Nothing at all Professor Jimin, just a little stressed out with the work load in other classes", I managed to whisper out in a rush.

He laughed, his entire body shaking with laughter, tears dripping down his angelic face. Wasn't this a bit excessive reaction to what I had just said? Was he mocking what I had expressed?

The atmosphere strangely enough took on a sinister air. His black bottomless eyes, empty of all humor stilled on me. He grabbed my hand in his, a rather sudden motion, making me freeze in confusion. As he traced the lines of my hand, he hissed, "Of course you would be the only student worried about assignments, when you have grave issues of much more dire proportions to contend with Y/N".

I withdrew my hand from his warmth in bewilderment, muffling out , "I don't think I-I quite understand Professor. Have I done something wrong in class? Do I need to be punished for some mistake I made"?

My brain mindlessly droned on in a convoluted mess, calculating what I could've possibly done wrong in his class. Before I could even process it, Prof. Jimin was on the side of his table, leaning down towards my face. I flinched at his proximity. But he didn't let me get much further away.

He grabbed the nape of my neck as his breath ghosted across my lips. "Since we are in math class Y/N, what do you think about this angle"? My eyes focused on the phone screen placed in front of me. It showed a girl, chubby flesh overflowing , steam rising up all around her, completely naked bathing. As I looked closer, fear clouded my mind. Terror gripping my bones. That was me in the video.

My flushed skin, all red and blotchy from the steaming water of the shower was shown in perfect clarity. The only thing that couldn't be viewed in this video was my face, obscured by the steam. All my other body parts--droopy breasts , jiggly arms, bushy p**sy-- were visible on screen. The video was in perfect line with my frame, as though a voyeur were looking in through a keyhole, holding a camera.

My face whipped to view Professor Jimin's face. I was disgusted. Did he do this? No boy in this school would ever bother to do this. I was not attractive. Me and pretty didn't even run in the same circles. Heck she wasn't even a distant relative of mine. Why would anybody bother to take a nude video of the university's chronic loner?

Professor Jimin looked unfazed as he coolly calmly stated, no quiver in his voice, "Do you want this leaked to the university admin"? I felt like I was dying internally, squeaking out in a watery warble, tears streaming down my face in torrents, "No Sir. I-I don't. Please I beg you to get rid of this. I don't know who could have p-p-p-ossibly have done this".

I stammered out in a panic, getting on my knees on the floor below, holding his legs with both hands, begging him,"I am not even pretty. I don't have a clue who would take videos of me like this. I would never send anyone anything like this. P-please help me professor".

I looked up at Professor Jimin, expecting the cold expression he had on through this entire interaction. But what I saw in his face didn't make any sense. He seemed indignant. In fact enraged. I don't think I ever see him like this even in class. He grabbed me in an abrupt motion, with a strength I didn't think he had in him for how lithe he looks to be.

He pushed me against the wooden table, bellowing in my face, "Who told you that you weren't pretty"?

He held my wrists in his hands, restraining me in such a manner that I could not move them. I scoffed as tears stained my face, " Professor, who would even care to see me naked? This must be some horrible prank. It looks like a video of me taking a shower in the university gym after dance practice. But honestly, I don't get why it was even taken. You can see how unappealing my body looks".

I continued to sniffle in silence, till I was yanked back by the back of my hair. My eyes met his head on as he proclaimed rather bluntly, "I would. I would care to see you naked. In fact, I called you to my room to tell you that I took the video. And if you ever want it deleted, never to be seen by any other person's eyes other than mine, you must do as I say".

I crumpled in resignation, back slouching , defeated. Why would he even do this? I never did anything to him to warrant this type of blackmail. But I met his gaze that glimmered with something warm. I couldn't name it yet. I felt his left arm curl around my waist, pressing me closer to him, my clothed clit pressed against the front of his trousers as I set on the desk. I croaked out blankly, " What do I need to do Professor. What should I do to get rid of this video? I don't understand why you took it in the first place. But what can I do to never have those shown to anyone else"?

A victorious smirk filtered onto his otherwise angelic face as his finger rubbed against my clothed clit , an unyielding metal ring prodding against my hardened bud. I tried not to moan as he whispered into my ear, "All you have to do is be mine. Let me have my way with you forever. That is all".

[athenaswrath]

Until I found you - Chapter 4

Quinn Hughes x reader

Word count: 851

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

When you said you wanted to be on Quinn's good side, you never thought you were going to be on his best side. A couple of days after the accident in the kitchen, he kept helping you around, probably still feeling guilty about making you hurt yourself, but it was so easy to get close to him. Way too easy. Whenever you said you're going to do something for the guys, call it food or bring stuff out to the lake, he was immediately by your side. And while it usually takes you long to trust someone, you felt as if you had known him for years, and his calming presence had you feeling comfortable around him soon enough.

The first days consisted of him telling you every single embarrassing story about his brothers (which evened things out due to the fact that the other Hughes told you all his embarrassing moments already, not that you were going to let him know); he even told you about some things his parents never learned about, like that time he made Jack's nose bleed when they were around 7. It was so nice to hear him talk about his family, especially his brothers. You could easily tell how proud he was of them and how much he loves them.

Quinn was so similar to his brothers, and yet, he was not. Well, it didn't feel that way, and it scared you. The Hughes are sweet, kind, funny and caring, but while you see Jack and Luke as brothers, Quinn just seems to be effortlessly beautiful, and you couldn't deny the funny feeling you get whenever you're near him. So no, being close to him and on his best side wasn't exactly a good thing.

One night you were all sitting around a fire, and Quinn by your side was telling you about his teammates when you caught Zegras glancing between the two of you with that smug look of his, and you decided at that moment that you had to get away from Quinn, cause you tried to deny it, but truth be told, you were falling for him. And you were sure there was a rule book out there for this kind of situation, and rule number must be the one that tells you in big, blinking neon letters that you should under no circumstances fall for your best friends' brother.

You noticed how Quinn didn't pay a lot of attention to you when Luke was close, so you spent two whole days by Luke's side (which wasn't weird on a daily basis, Nico is always telling you how you two were platonic soulmates).

On the third day, you were watching a movie with Jamie when Quinn entered the room and sat between the two of you. Jamie offered him some snacks, and the only answered he received was a hard glare and a barely visible shake of his head. After a couple of minutes, Jamie stood up, probably not being able to stand the tension pouring from Quinn's pores, so he just let us know that he was going to catch up with the boys before he closed the door.

"So, why are you ignoring me? Did Luke say something to you?" he asked, never looking away from the screen. "I'm not ignoring you, and what would Luke had to do with that anyway?" he didn't answer, so you turned to keep watching the movie, or try to at least, he was so close that you could clearly hear his breath getting heavier.

There are moments, despite your best efforts, when you still let yourself think about what it would be like to be with him. Like when he lets his gaze find yours after he's made a joke, or when he's telling you something only the closest people to him know. But you know better than to fall for it, you know better than to let yourself fall for him freely.

You were grateful to hear the boys outside the house, and you knew there were seconds before the chaos entered through the door, so you placed your hand on his knee, and you felt him tense next to you. "I don't want you to get tired of me that soon. That's it. I promise." He turned to look at me, but he had furrowed brows and a strange look in his eyes, and I wondered if he could see my real worries, but before he could say anything, the chaos arrived at last.

There were plenty of reasons why you two would never work out, so whenever you caught yourself thinking about him, you started listing them. 1. He's your best friends' brothers, 2. You would never have time to be together, 3. He's way too focused on being captain, 4. You're not girlfriend material.

You barely had any relationship experience, it was so hard for you to trust someone, basically everyone and everything you had was the team. So you were scared of getting attached to anyone for them to dump you or eventually getting tired of you.

Tag list: @coldheartedmar @adore-u-ls

Author's Note: Let me know what you think about this or if you have any suggestions!