#did fall in love w/ me it wouldn't change much

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

oh I get it now the dream fucked me up cause it showed me a version of him I could never even imagine before

[talaok]

What did daddy teach you?

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader x Step-uncle!Tommy

Summary: Joel has decided you need to have practice with other men. Thankfully Tommy is more than happy to step up for the task.(this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: oh boy, step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence: dub-con, Perv!Joel, Perv!Tommy, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| oral sex (m receiving), face fuking, he forces you down for a bit too long, handjob, 1 slap, anal play, unprotected p in v sex (one right after the other), spanking, hair pulling, coming on face, creampie, degradation (slut, whore), praising, Tommy's mean and rough, and of course loads of daddy-kink.

This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

a/n: I should be institutionalized

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

Mom had gone away on some kind of business trip for this weekend, and normally, that wouldn't have been a reason for you to be particularly happy, but now, with everything that happened in the past month it meant only one thing: Joel could teach you all about making love for two full days.

You were so incredibly excited it was kind of funny.

You had done all your homework already so that nothing could distract you or take time away from your lessons, and immediately once you came home you had changed into the special clothes you only wore for Joel-this time he'd bought you a little tiny dress, not the usual skirt.

It was the kind of white that was basically transparent, especially being you couldn't wear anything underneath it, and it wasn't like it covered much anyway... as always at least an inch of your ass wasn't covered by the fabric, and the top of it was very much more low cut than what you were used to,

But that's the way daddy liked it, and as he was always reminding you, it was healthier for your skin anyway,

Just as you were sitting down on the couch, the doorbell rang.

"Hi babygirl"

"H-hi"

"Hi sugar" Tommy's smirk matched Joel's, the devil lurking behind those eyes- and your heart dropped at the sight.

What is he doing here?

Why is he here?

It was supposed to be just you and Joel- You didn't know he was gonna be here- you were- oh god-

you looked down at your clothes and immediately went to cover up, your arms doing a poor job of shielding your body from their ravenous gaze.

They were eating you with their eyes, and perhaps even enjoying seeing how panicked that made you.

"I-I'm sorry" you gulped, as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be coming Uncle Tommy"

Tommy's grin only widened, his eyes making little to no effort to avoid falling to your cleavage.

"is that the way to greet your uncle now?" he tsked

Joel chuckled beside him, but you were so mortified you didn't even hear him

"I-I'm sorry I just- I- I should c-change"

It seems Joel was gonna let his brother do all the talking

"why's that?" he frowned, taking a slow step towards you "you look real damn good sweets... ain't there no need to change"

"b-but" your eyes shifted to Joel only to find him already watching you

But only daddy can see me dressed like this

But it's against the rules

"c'mere sugar" was all Joel said

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel relieved to be walking away from Tommy and his gaze

"W-what's going on daddy?" you whispered, although Tommy could very well still hear,

You were only a few steps away from him, but his focus was entirely on something else as you offered him a sneak peek of your ass

"I-I thought you'd be teaching me another lesson today"

his hand found your back, pushing you flat against him, and your hands went to his chest.

"daddy" you tried to warn him, but he was already kissing you, his lips soft and rough at the same time against yours.

You heard a soft chuckle coming from your left, and you swore you squeaked in surprise.

What is he doing?

Tommy can see us!

"daddy I-" You stole a glance at his brother and found him palming the front of his jeans "he can see us"

Finally, Joel decided to explain, not wasting an opportunity to laugh softly at your naivety first.

"Uncle Tommy's here for you sweetheart"

You could only frown, looking up at him again

"He's here to help you out"

What does that even mean?

daddy's already helping you

"with what? Y-You-"

He smirked, as his thumb traced your lips

"You see baby" he murmured, "You know me well now, you're used to me, to how I do... things" he explained "but a woman needs to be prepared to make love with men even if she doesn't know how it'll be" he said " when I said men like women with experience, I meant experience with different men too, with different mouths and fingers and cocks, you understand?"

You didn't think you did, not fully, but you still nodded.

"now I'm not saying that what you and I do ain't important, because it's real important for you sugar" his eyes were so honest and kind you were starting to forget all about the shock from moments ago "You still have a lot to learn, and I'm happy to help, but today... today Uncle Tommy was kind enough to agree to help me help you out"

You swallowed thickly, focusing on his strong hands on you and your beating heart

If Joel trusts Uncle Tommy, then I trust him too, you thought

"B-but you're still gonna be here right?"

The way he stroked your cheek said everything you needed to know, but he still spoke it into kind, gentle words, as if you'd made him happy by expressing your need for him to be there.

"of course, I'll be right there the whole time baby girl" he promised, softly caressing your back as he raised his chin to point at his brother "How 'bout you show Uncle Tommy how grateful you are he's helpin' you out now?"

You looked up at Joel, your eyes wide with excitement and nervousness while your hands gripped the shirt covering his chest

"I won't bite" Tommy's amused remark startled you.

He was right beside you now, and you hadn't even noticed him moving.

Some of his curly hair had fallen to his forehead, and his hands were in the front pockets of his jeans, patiently waiting for you to accept the offer, although judging by the big bulge in his crotch, it was taking all his self-restraint

Which it definitely was.

He'd wanted to fuck you since Joel first introduced you that 4th of July of what must have been a year ago.

And when his brother had told him of what he'd managed to convince you to do this past month... he didn't think he'd ever been more jealous in his entire life.

Which is why he decided that a few other words of encouragement wouldn't have hurt.

"c'mon sweetheart" he invited "give your favorite uncle some sugar"

And it would have been a lie to say you didn't want to,

Tommy really was your favorite uncle, and it's not like you were blind... he was one hell of a good-looking man.

So glancing at Joel one last time, you turned toward his brother and took a step until you were right in front of him.

He looked even more beautiful up close.

You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and he didn't even waste a quarter of a second that his mouth was already devouring yours and his hands were gripping your waist to get you flat against him.

Your eyes were still wide in surprise as he let out a low groan and infiltrated his tongue between your lips to taste all of you,

You let him, you let him explore you entirely before you finally recovered from the shock.

I mean you were used to this kind of hunger from Joel, but you expected Tommy to be a little... tamer.

Once you were back, you started reciprocating, whimpering into his mouth as you too, started to explore his.

"fuck, sugar" he groaned, grinning before he went back to kissing you, grabbing your ass as he did.

You squeaked, completely pliant in his hands as he grabbed at you and kissed you like you were his, like his brother wasn't right behind you, watching the whole scene.

And then you felt it- you felt Joel's hands replace his brother's on your waist, and then you felt his lips graze your neck, his soft breath fanning over your skin as his beard skimmed it, sending shivers all over you.

And then...

There was something so sinful about having two men, two brothers, kiss you at once,

but there was something spectacular about it too.

You moaned, like full-on moaned into Tommy's mouth, your knees buckling as your body turned to jelly.

Both men chuckled softly, their intoxicating mists all around you

"please" you whimpered as they pressed even closer to you, sandwiching you between their muscled bodies and the tents in their jeans.

"What was that?" Joel asked, kissing you right below your left ear as Tommy took care of the right side, making you squirm uncontrollably.

"Daddy-" you only whimpered

"I think she likes this" Tommy grinned, his smile one of a shark

"I think she does too" Joel agreed, both talking like you weren't there, "don't you, baby girl? Tell us how much you're enjoyin' this"

Tommy's hands had left your ass to find your tits now, while Joel's hands were busy stroking up and down your sides.

How could anyone ask for a girl's brain to work in this situation?

"I like it so much" you muttered, your voice a single thread of a whisper.

"yeah?" Tommy taunted "Where are you feeling how much you like it sugar?"

Heat rushed to your face, but Joel was quick to intervene at your pause.

"Don't be rude now sweetheart, answer Uncle Tommy's question" he said, continuing to leave hot kisses on your throat

"I feel it- Uhm- down... there" you whispered, your eyes falling to where your dress "covered" your heat.

"you mean, here in your lil' pussy?" Tommy spoke sultry as his hand found its way underneath your dress and cupped your cunt,

your bare, sopping cunt.

Tommy hissed as his digits connected with your slick folds

"mh-mh" you squeaked, both the men snickering again

"no panties, sugar?" Tommy growled, feeling himself harden with every passing second

"T-they're n-not allowed"

"'f course they aren't" he murmured, ghosting your mouth as he continued exploring your heat, thanking his brother in every language he knew inside his mind.

"poor baby" he cooed, faining pity "She's so wet"

"a-and tingly" you stuttered

"oh sugar" he cooed again "You want Uncle Tommy to take the tingles away?"

"y-yes- please"

but all of a sudden his hand was gone

"don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you later" he cooed, his wet fingers tracing your mouth "First you're gonna have to tell me a few things"

Before you had time to protest or question his words, Joel had already spoken

"let's get on the couch," he said, nodding behind him.

And in no time, the pair was sitting in front of you on the sofa, looking at you like both the front of their jeans weren't showing the perfect press of their hard-ons

"W-what do you want to know Uncle Tommy?"

The smile that split his face was almost feline.

He liked it when you called him that way too much.

"What did daddy teach you?" he asked without missing a beat.

"Oh" you whispered, feeling a wave of anxiety hit you

There was nothing wrong with what you did with daddy, you knew that- but it still felt so... personal.

"H-he's taught me a lot of things" you swallowed thickly, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your dress.

"like what sugar?"

Your gaze turned to Joel, who nodded, urging you to answer without having to breathe a word.

"I...uhm-" you bit your lip, trying to find the words while wondering where to even start "Daddy taught me h-how he can make me feel... good with his - uhm" you gulped, avoiding both the men's eyes "his f-fingers, a-and his mouth- and his... private part"

Tommy snorted like you'd just made a joke,

"His private part?" he mocked, his brows raising in defiance.

"I-" you stuttered looking at him

"we've talked about this sweetheart" Joel spoke now, giving you a pointed look

You had. He had spent a whole afternoon denying you the pleasure you were begging for until you were gonna spit out that word, and you certainly didn't want to go through that torture again.

"His c-cock"

It was such a crude word- you felt so out of place saying it.

Joel hummed in approval, while Tommy's smile spread.

"that's it?"

You gulped, shaking your head slowly.

"he-he's also preparing my other hole"

Tommy's growl was hungry.

"Daddy's trainin' your pretty asshole sweetie?"

"mh-mh" you could only nod

"that'll come real handy today" he grinned, only before you could voice your confusion, Joel had already spoken up

"Not today, she ain't ready"

Tommy'd disappointment lasted only so long

"take off your dress baby girl, show Tommy what he's gettin'"

"yes daddy" you nodded without hesitation, the command second nature at this point.

You got as far as starting to pull the top down when Tommy's voice interrupted

"slow sugar, I wanna enjoy it"

And so you did, you watched between them as you unhurriedly removed inch by inch of the dress from your body, only of course, they weren't looking back at you, their focus was on each piece of skin you uncovered, until your dress fell to the ground, and you were fully bare before them.

Tommy hadn't stopped touching the front of his jeans for one second.

"goddamn" he breathed, taking in every part of you "give me a lil' twirl, sweetie"

you did, and a little smile spread on your lips once you heard him let out a low whistle.

"bend over"

It was so weird having to obey someone else's commands other than Joel's, but you wanted to prove how good you were, so of course, you did: you placed your hands on the coffee table before you and lowered your torso until you could feel air hitting your core.

You couldn't see any of them, but you damn sure could feel their stare.

"look at that" Tommy purred "Such a pretty little pussy- so needy"

It was taking all of him not to stand up and taste you right now, and fuck but the urge only got stronger once Joel offered him an even better view.

"Spread your cheeks babygirl, let Uncle Tommy get a good look"

It took a bit of effort to support yourself without the help of your hands, but you were starting to feel desperate.

"fuck" Tommy growled "The pictures don't do her justice, man"

Your eyes widened at those words.

Joel had shown him the pictures!?

You stood up in a haze, turning around quickly.

"Y-you've seen the p-pictures? B-but-" your nerves were getting the better of your mouth "Daddy you said they were only for y-you-"

"I know what I said" Joel stopped you, his voice calm as ever "I only showed 'em to Tommy to show him your progress, to show him how good you've been this past few weeks" he explained, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks at the flattery "so that he could decide if he wanted to help you or not, get it babygirl?"

"O-oh- ok" you hummed, nodding shily.

Of course there was a reason.

"You looked real good in 'em baby" Tommy smiled "You should consider being a model"

You bit down a smile, embarrassed at his kindness

"Even the special kind" he smirked "I know I would pay good money to see all this" he said, gesturing roughly to your whole body.

Heat rushed to your cheek and neck as you bit your lip.

"Now" Tommy propped his elbows on his thighs "You've told me all about how daddy makes you feel good... but nothin' about how you make him feel good"

"O-Oh, I-" you stuttered, fiddling with your fingers behind your back

"My brother's taught you how to suck cock baby?"

"y-yes" you nodded "he did"

"good" he said, spreading his legs "whatcha waiting for then?"

"O-oh" you stuttered, giving Joel a quick look just to have him encourage you in the task, which is why you quickly moved to get down on your knees before your Uncle- well, step-uncle to be exact.

Your hands were the tiniest bit shaky as you started undoing his zipper, and when you looked up, saw Tommy's big hazel eyes looking down at you with such intensity and lust, you couldn't help but feel even more nervous,

Joel was right, you knew everything about him, about how he did all of this, but you didn't know absolutely anything about Tommy... about what you were going up against.

"she always this slow?" Tommy grumbled, looking over at his brother.

"'m doing my best, trust me, but she's a real slow learner" Joel sighed, joining his brother in his annoyance.

You were mumbling a soft "sorry", when with a grunt, Tommy had freed his cock.

You watched him wide-eyed, before panning over his dick- it was almost the same as Joel if it weren't that Joel's was a little girthier, and that he didn't have so much black curly hair at the base.

"what is it now, I need to feed it to ya too?"

He'd become so impatient... so mean and far from the kind man he was just five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry Uncle Tommy" you murmured, hurriedly starting to lick his tip, first the slit, then the whole head, until finally you took it in your mouth, gently massaging the start of his cock with your tongue.

Tommy only hummed, his hand going to the back of your head

"down" he ordered, so of course, you did.

You fed more of him into your mouth, tasting more and more of him, of his skin, the feel of his veins, of the subtle twitches he produced, until you were almost all the way, and an inevitable gag made its way out of your mouth.

But that was normal, it was very hard to get a cock all the way down your throat on the first try, daddy had taught you that, so you did what you knew worked, you started bobbing your head up and down... getting it all wet made it easier to go down your throat.

"faster, sugar"

You hollowed your cheeks, following orders and following the pace Tommy's hand forced on your head with his hand.

"that's it" he groaned "Now show me what daddy taught you, take it all down that pretty throat"

You wanted to tell him that you weren't quite ready yet, that his cock was a new one after all, but you had no time, he'd already forced you down, and you were already choking on his dick.

Tommy groaned, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up like there was any more space for him inside of you.

"Fuck" he breathed, looking down at you while talking to his brother "it's like she was made to suck cock"

"I know right?" Joel chuckled, admiring you too

"The trainin' really paid off"

"Don't I know it..." Joel grinned "Once a day- that's all it took"

"Once a day- fuck- lucky bastard"

And yes of course, in the meantime, you were coughing and choking and spitting on his cock, tears streaming down your face and staining your sight, so much you couldn't even make up what Tommy looked like anymore.

"you look so pretty like this baby" Tommy cooed, his hips still slowly rocking against you, worsening the situation almost as much as the hand that was keeping you down. "cryin' around your uncle's cock like a good girl" he groaned, talking to his brother again "don't she?"

"Looks almost as good as when she's cryin' around mine," Joel grinned as he freed his cock, taking your hand in his only to wrap it around it

"Can't forget about Daddy can ya?" Tommy chuckled, watching you absentmindedly starting to stroke him.

You were pretty sure you were about to faint at any moment now.

"Such an obedient girl" Tommy cooed, before abruptly releasing you "suck my balls now"

You were couching like a maniac, but he was already forcing your mouth close to his balls

"I-I've nev-"

"I didn't ask you to talk now, did I?"

You gulped, feeling the rest of some tears wet your cheeks as Joel guided your hand up and down his manhood

"N-no"

"What did I ask you to do?"

"t-to suck your balls"

"yeah?" he breathed "Then how come you ain't doing that yet?"

that's all the incentive you needed- you bent down and took one of his heavy balls into your mouth.

"Fuck- wasn't so hard, was it?" he groaned, feeling you lick and suck so very diligently.

He was saltier here, and it was kind of a weird feeling... daddy had never asked you to do this.

"That’s right look at me, baby," he groaned, "look at your uncle while you suck his balls- good girl"

Joel had stopped guiding you now, you were doing it all on your own.

"get back to my dick sugar, I wanna feel it down your throat again"

So you did, his hand going back to its previous position and keeping you down as you cried and gagged.

"'s good-fuck"

"babydoll-" joel's voice was stern.

You'd stopped stroking his cock, and you hand't even realized, you were too lost in the mess Tommy was making of you- so lost in fact you didn't even hear his reprimand.

Which is why the slap that Tommy gave your cheek took you even more by surprise, making you cry out.

"Daddy's cock ain't gonna stoke itself, honey"

You tried to blink the shield of tears covering your eyes, but it was all useless- you started stroking Joel again as Tommy taunted you.

"what, 's too hard to do two things at once for that lil' brain of yours?"

Joel laughed, his hips thrusting up to feel even better

"Shoulda seen her tryin' to do her homework with my cock in her pussy" Joel said, causing his brother to grin

"'s just what dick does to dumb lil' sluts" Tommy shook his head, admiring you still choking on his manhood "shuts their brain right off"

"Ain't that right..." Joel hummed knowingly.

They were talking like you weren't even there... although truth be told, you weren't actually able to comprehend most of it- your brain had turned into a fuzzy blob.

Tommy took decisions very quickly, you’d gathered that by now, but that didn’t mean you weren’t left dumbfounded all the same.

“As much as I like your mouth- it’s time i feel that pussy around my cock baby”

And just like that, he’d let you go- giving you a moment to slide his manhood out your mouth, and wipe the spit and tears off your face.

It was only a minute later, when you were done cleaning up, that you realized Joel’s cock was still in your hand.

“I-“ you breathed, shy underneath the men’s gazes “Do you want my mouth too daddy?”

He smiled proudly at you

“‘S alright- today’s about Uncle Tommy”

You nodded, slowly removing your hand and positioning it on your thighs, together with your right one.

You kneeled there, sitting on your heels, waiting for an order.

But you didn't need to wait long.

"You wanna fuck her here?"

Joel sounded as if he was talking about work

"Nah, wanna fuck her in her bed"

While Tommy sounded like he was talking about a hunt.

"you heard him doll" said Joel "lead the way"

It was such a strange feeling walking ahead of them, completely naked, completely wet, as you made your way to your room- and yet it was also thrilling.

Tommy was smirking as he looked around your room- it was exactly as he'd pictured it.

You were looking at him, at them, biting your lip nervously as Tommy rounded the space, while Joel decided to sit on the armchair in the corner next to the bed.

You were looking at Joel to try and grasp what you were supposed to be doing, what he wanted you to do, but he didn't let anything transpire.

Until finally, Tommy turned to you and walked right before you.

Your face was still damp when he grabbed it, squeezing your cheeks.

"You know what's gonna happen now sugar?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

He was gonna make love to you, you thought, but he was already wording it differently

"I'm gonna fuck you" he murmured, his mouth ghosting yours "and you're gonna be real good for me alright?"

"y-yes"

"yeah?" he taunted, his grip tightening

"Y-yes Uncle Tommy"

he let out a satisfied grunt as he let you go, leaving you to stand before him as he stripped of his clothes.

You felt your mouth water at the sight of him naked before you, and the feeling between your legs got much much worse.

his cock was throbbing against his stomach, still glistening from your mouth.

"ya like what you see honey?" he teased you, enjoying the blatant need in your eyes.

"I- yes" you murmured shily.

"bet you do- just can't wait to get stuffed can ya?" He smirked, watching the embarrassment creep up your face "Ain't nothin' wrong with it, 's normal for a lil' slut like you"

You gulped, watching him wide-eyed.

Daddy had called you that before, but it always confused you.

"s-slut?"

"well yeah baby" he cooed, his hands on your hips "you just took care of two cock at the same time, and now you're gonna get fucked back to back by the same two cocks" he shrugged, his lips right before yours "if that ain't what a slut does, I dunno what is"

"O-Oh"

"'s alright" he promised, his hands on your ass now "All that matters now 's that you got your daddy and me to take care of all your slutty needs"

You could only nod before he took a step back

"Now get on the bed" he spoke "face down, ass up"

You frowned then,

That's really not what you were used to doing, you liked eye contact, you liked kisses... you didn't want to be "face down, ass up"

"But Uncle Tommy- I- what if- I- want to look at you?"

he still seemed sweet as he looked at you, as he cooed "Oh baby", but then he'd grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, making you look at him.

"I see daddy hasn't taught you how it works yet" he growled "You're a slut, sweetheart- all you're good for is spreadin' your legs and followin' orders"

"You're not in charge here. If I tell you to get on all fours, you get on all fours- if I tell you to shut up and take it, you shut up and take it"

His grasp was strong, and your eyes were starting to water again, but all you could do was look at him as he spat those words at you.

"we clear?"

You nodded as much as you could given the situation

"say it"

"I-I got it"

He tugged at your hair as he growled in your face

"who's in charge?"

"You are"

And just like that, he'd let you go.

"face down, ass up" he repeated, and this time, you scurried towards the bed and complied.

You didn't dare look back, but you could feel Joel's stare right on your core, and hear Tommy's steps towards you.

"Jesus Christ"

Tommy had passed two of his digits through your folds, finding them completely soaked

"she always this fuckin' wet?" he asked his brother behind him

"You got no idea" he smirked "She leaves a stain on my pants every day she's so needy"

You'd be embarrassed by Joel's words if it weren't for Tommy's fingers plunging into you

"oh!" you moaned, your hands grabbing the sheets.

Finally

He was scissoring and curling his fingers, watching you convulse beneath him, pushing your ass back for more.

Your brain was already starting to get fuzzier when he pulled them out, forcing a whine out of your mouth.

Tommy only chuckled before popping his fingers into his mouth.

"she's sweet alright"

"yeah she is" Joel breathed, wishing he could be eating you out right then, but he'd promised his brother...

You were breathing ruggedly, peeking behind you in time to see your uncle smirk before grabbing his cock and sliding it between your folds.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan

"you want my cock baby?" he teased you, his tip gliding over your clit "You want my cock inside this sweet lil pussy?"

"y-yes" you whimpered

"beg for it"

You didn't need to be told twice, your pussy was fluttering by how much you needed it.

"please" you cried "please Uncle Tommy I- I need it"

"what do you need?"

"Your cock- I need it inside of me please"

And just then when you thought the torture was finally over, when he fisted the hair at the back of your head and positioned his cock at your entrance... he'd played you once again.

"'s alright baby, I got you" he murmured, sliding into you "there- it's inside now"

And he was- but only his tip.

Tears were in your eyes again. You were so fucking desperate.

"n-no please" you begged "more"

"more?" he mocked "this ain't enough? You want my whole cock?"

You tried to move your ass back to get more of him, but one of his hands was keeping you in place.

"Please!" you begged, holding back tears "I-I- please- need it"

A snicker rumbled behind you, and the hold on your hair tightened.

"what are you?"

You knew what you had to say, and you didn't even hesitate a second.

"I'm a slut"

A soft hum of satisfaction

"a lil' louder baby, let daddy hear too"

"I'm a slut daddy, I-I'm a slut"

Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the smile on his face as Joel cooed "I know baby, I know you are"

But then it all stopped mattering, everything stopped existing because Tommy had thrust his cock into you, and all you could do was hide your face in the sheets as strangled mewls spilled from your lips.

"fuck- 's tight" Tommy groaned as he bottomed out, his dick easily sliding into you because of all the slickness, but stretching you out nonetheless

"told ya" Joel chirped in, making his brother grin before he referred to you again

"this enough for you, this what you wanted baby?"

"y-yes"

"yeah? 's good- now be a good slut and take everything I give you"

And that was all the warning he gave you, before he retracted his hips, and started fucking you like a man possessed.

The sound of his balls slapping against your skin, the squelch of your juices mixing with his, and your muffled cries together with his sick groans were the perfect picture of the most violent attempt at sex you'd ever seen.

He was splitting you open, and from this position, everything felt amplified ten times over, you could feel his cock even in your throat.

"oh my g-god" you were crying, actual tears and drool staining the sheets.

"I know baby, I know issa lot" he growled, one hand on your head and one on your hips "But this 's what you wanted- this is what a slut like you needs"

And then he was forcing your head even more down on the bed, somehow picking up the pace, and making you forget all about your name and what you were even thinking about.

"that's right, like that- take it" he grunted "Take it all in this tight fukin' pussy"

The slap on your ass came out of nowhere, and for some reason was followed by your moan, and your back arching, as if you were begging for more.

Your mind wasn't in control anymore, it was just your body, only your needs driving you.

Which is why when he did it again, and then again, and then again, until your ass was red and aching and your tears had formed a pool on the bed, your walls squeezed around him impossibly tight, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Good little whore" he was grinning in the meantime "scream for your uncle baby- like that baby- now stay still-"

It didn't even come to mind to ask why, your brain was too murky, and his cock was still splitting you in half- the only thing you could do was gasp when his wet thumb probed at your asshole.

"Shhh" he shushed you, still forcing your head down "just take it"

And so you did, Daddy had trained you for this kind of stuff, so it wasn't that bad, it was just very unexpected

"she's fucking obedient when she wants huh?" he was talking to Joel again, who was palming his cock through his jeans.

"she's a real good girl when she's fucked out"

"yeah she is"

He was fingering your ass with his thumb as he fucked you, and your eyes were closed as you moaned like a madwoman into the thick air.

It felt so fucking good- it felt so fuckin-

"Oh god-"

he was going faster again, and his finger was deeper now in your ass and it felt so good now that it was... it was too much-

"T-tommy" you tried to speak, but your own moans interrupted you

"sush baby- or Imma have to tell daddy to put that mouth of yours to good use"

Fuck but that image made you tighten even more, and the chuckle leaving his lips meant he definitely noticed

"found yourself a real whore brother"

You were too overwhelmed by everything you were feeling, by your stomach squeezing as Tommy's cock hit that good spot inside you, by the foreign feeling of his thumb in your ass.

"d-daddy!" you cried, begging him for help.

Only Tommy had to come in and crush your hopes immediately.

"daddy ain't gonna help you sweetie" he cooed, your eyes on the back of your head "You just gotta take what I give you, and come on my cock like a good girl"

"can you do that f'me?" he spoke, "can you come around your favorite uncle's cock?"

And there was nothing you could do- it was inevitable

"yes" you whimpered

"I can feel it baby, c'mon " he urged, his thrust even deeper now "give it to me- give it to me like a good slut"

And just like that- your vision went white as a tsunami of sick, twisted pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you out of breath and barely awake as it died down, as you finally came back to earth to realize Tommy had been speaking you for some time.

"this pussy's beggin' me to come inside brother" Tommy was groaning, and you must have been out of it for a while because Joel was now next to his brother, standing on the side of the bed

"Tell daddy how much you want my come inside ya sweetie"

both men were looking at you with pure, glistening lust in their eyes

"I-inside" you finally whimpered

"not inside darlin'" Joel shook his head,

"b-but daddy- I- I wanna be full of him"

Tommy had a really hard time not coming right there after that.

"Yeah man, c'mon" Tommy grinned, his thumb now out of you and both his hands stroking your ass "you heard your babygirl- she wants it real bad"

Joel only needed to shoot him a glance to make him shut up

"Ass, face, or tits," he told him, and although Tommy rolled his eyes, he still chose

"y'know it's face"

Before you knew it you were kneeling on the floor and Tommy was jerking off right before you.

Your mouth was open, your tongue was out, but that didn't matter much... Uncle Tommy's aim wasn't very good.

He came with a loud groan, looking down at you and the masterpiece he was painting on your face the whole time.

"You look real fuckin' pretty like this" he grinned, his voice slightly out of breath as he grabbed your chin to inspect you better.

What he didn't expect was what you did next... Daddy had taught you manners after all.

He watched you as you started collecting his come with your index finger, and then he watched you pop it into your mouth, liking his spunk from it like it was the tastiest whipped cream.

You did it until your whole face was clean, and he couldn't stop fucking smirking.

"what do we say?" You heard Joel speak from beside you

"thank you, Uncle Tommy"

He couldn't help but reciprocate your smile "Anytime baby"

Joel didn't even wait a second before he was helping you up and onto the bed again.

You sat there as Tommy replaced his brother's spot on the armchair, while Joel took off his clothes-

Yes you were spent by all that Tommy had done to you, but you'd be lying if you said your hole didn't flutter around nothing every time you saw your step-dad naked.

"lay down babygirl"

You did, and not even a second later, Joel had pushed his cock inside of you, groaning lowly as he worked himself in to the hilt.

"daddy" you gasped, his dick stretching you out as always.

"I know darlin', I know" he cooed, remaining buried inside you as he pushed you up on the bed and then crawled on top of you "such good lil' girl, takin' it so well f'me sugar"

His words melted you as always, and then when he leaned down and crashed your lips in his... you became a doll at his mercy.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arm around his neck, keeping him impossibly close.

He smiled as he leaned away

"'m not going anywhere babydoll" he smirked, his soft mouth on the shell of your ear "not until you come for me" he murmured, sending a shiver down your spine "not until I've filled this pussy all the way up"

You moaned at his words, and he smiled as he started moving, slowly picking up his pace, until he too, just like his brother, was slamming into you at a brutal pace.

You were crying out, desperately grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, while he was kissing your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses wherever he could.

It was then your gaze somehow settled on Tommy, on your step-uncle, sitting in the corner before you, and on his insatiable eyes fixated on you.

He smirked when he caught you.

"daddy feels good baby?"

"y-yes" you moaned

"not better than me right?"

"shut up Tommy" Joel grumbled

You wanted to smile but Joel was pounding you so hard that a whine left your throat instead

"'s alright, daddy can take it, can't ya Joel?" Tommy chuckled "I can tell you miss me already baby" he cooed "miss my cock, my thumb in that pretty ass..."

Joel grunted as he picked up his pace, leaving you breathless and all but able to answer Tommy.

"Do you, doll?"

It was Joel murmuring now, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he bashed in the feeling of having taken all common sense out of you once again.

"n-no daddy" you promised "y-you feel- so-"

But you couldn't finish the sentence, another moan had interrupted you.

"what?" he taunted, both brothers grinning at your state.

"perfect" you mumbled, eyes closing and belly tightening "s-so perfect"

"that's right" Joel smirked proudly "eyes on me darlin'"

It took a lot of effort, but you managed.

"You gonna come babydoll?"

"yes" you cried "yes daddy- please"

"'s alright, come for me darlin'"

You didn't need to be told twice- you continued looking at him as pleasure took over your body, as fireworks went off and your legs trembled desperately.

You came calling for him, and once you came back to earth, his lips were on yours, drowning the whimpers his cock was still spilling from your mouth.

"You want daddy's come, sugar?"

"yes" you begged, biting your lip as his pace got more and more irregular "Please daddy- need it deep inside me"

"All of it?"

"all of it daddy- want it all- please" you cried "fill me up"

And so he did, your moans becoming one as he shot rope after rope of his come inside of you.

He kissed you again when he was done, still buried inside you to avoid it spilling out right away- but you were in another universe, your eyes were closed and your limbs powerless.

Joel smiled then, finally sliding out of you and standing up.

You wanted to curl yourself up in a sleeping position but his hands stopped you, forcing your legs open for him and his brother to admire his work.

Tommy could only groan a low "fuck" as he took his place beside Joel.

"ain't she pretty?"

"fuckin' beautiful" Tommy murmured, mesmerized by the sight before him.

There you were, laid before him, his step-niece, completely fucked out.

"we wore her out too much" Joel's brother shook his head, his fingers caressing your thighs "I was ready for round two"

Joel's lips stretched into a soft smirk

"give her ten minutes"

"she'll fall asleep in ten minutes"

Joel's smile only widened as he shook his head

"don't worry- she's good at takin' cock even in her sleep"

[gh0st-onesh0ts]

I think some things I never say- Aventurine x gn!reader

You're in self-sabotage mode t/w- Angst, breakup summary- Aventurine falls for someone new a/n- Based on irl events

Nav

You told yourself the breakup wouldn't hurt. But it was something that couldn't be helped. A cold breeze swept over your body as you lay in bed clutching a pillow. However nothing could replace the feel of your lost partners body. The way he played with your hair, the way he whispered in your ears. The way he loved you.

Aventurine said he loved someone that wasn't you. You had noticed small changes in his behaviour, the way he tensed when we spoke your name or touch you. The way he began being around others more than you. How he didn't talk to you the same way. Aventurine's eyes were focused on everyone... But you.

"Will they make you happy aventurine?"

"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have. I don't love you like I used to."

You saw it coming. Your friends saw it coming. Everyone saw it coming. It should've hurt so much less. So so much less, but it didn't. He would never understand what pain he had put you through. To him it was a game, a gamble. Would it work out? Or would you lose.

Aventurine was gone and he wasn't coming back for you. You had seen him briefly with his next partner. Dark blue hair, a very proper way of speaking, he was pretty... And aventurine was happy. He looked more happy then he was when he was with you.

A few months later you had heard that the pair had broken up. Strangely enough you received a text message from your ex.

"I realise I never should've left you. You were a great person, you helped me, you loved me, you made me feel happy. They were selfish and never did any of the things that you did for me. I never stopped loving you y/n. I pushed down those feelings because I thought I found someone better. I miss you. I miss you so much. I regret our last few weeks. I wish we'd stayed together, please forgive me."

There were so many ways you wished you had responded to this. You also wanted him back, but you couldn't take him. You didn't want your heart broken a second time by the same man.

"It's too late aventurine, our ship has sailed. I don't want to be regarded as your 'last resort'. I'm not coming back to you because of the way you pushed me aside and replaced me so easily. You don't understand how much it hurts to be given away just like that. But I never told you because I was scared that wouldn't listen to me like you didn't back then. I always told you what you did wrong but you refused to change. Flirting with others as soon as you got the chance too..."

[underoospeterparker]

desperately need a finnick x reader where he comforts reader (*cough* me *cough*) during their period bc i am starting soon and am absolutely dreading it 😍

terrible to say but i stopped studying 2 write this as soon as you requested it - thank you for requesting anon, i hope this helps w/ the period at least a little :)

"Honey." Finnick's voice was warm, comforting, and you hung onto it for a moment longer before you opened your eyes and felt the dreaded sticky wetness between your legs.

You groaned. "I leaked onto the sheets, didn't I?"

Turning towards Finnick, you watched as he gave you a sheepish smile, then rushed to reassure you. "It's perfectly fine," he said. "You know I've seen much worse."

You gave him what you hoped was a grateful smile, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. As soon as you stood up you felt the blood rush down your body and you winced, knowing it would be a pain to have to clean up.

Finnick, the gentleman he was, rushed to your side, covering the bed up with the blanket just in case you were feeling queasy. He reached for your hand, squeezing it and leading you to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Before he left, he asked, "are you doing okay?"

Your heart broke at his obvious concern for you. "I'm okay," you shrugged, giving him a small smile. "My stomach hurts a bit, but otherwise it's not too bad."

You hopped into the shower, washing everything off you as well as you could with heaps of soap. When you stepped out, you realised that he'd put a pad in your underwear so it was all ready to go.

You pulled it on, eyes getting teary when you saw that he'd placed your favourite pair of sweats on the toilet lid, along with your unicorn hot water bag.

You couldn't help but burst out crying when you opened the bathroom door to find Finnick had changed the sheets and had gotten you a glass of water and some pain medication.

"Sweetheart?" His voice was filled with concern and empathy. "Why're you crying?"

He had hopped off the bed and was now towering in front of you, hands cupping your face, thumbing away at your tears.

You giggled wetly through your tears. "Just," you said, "I'm so lucky to have you." Your voice cracked on the last word and you promptly fell into his arms.

"Aw, baby," he cooed, voice sweet as he picked you up. Your legs curled automatically around his waist as he placed you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you. "I love you," he whispered, passing you your hot water bag and placing it on your stomach.

"I love you too, Finn," you whispered back, falling asleep in his arms.

-

It wasn't long, though, before your cramps arrived full force, making you curl your legs up to your chest. You lay in the fetal position, silent tears streaming down your face, trying your hardest not to wake Finnick up.

He was a light sleeper, though. Always has been.

He blinked his eyes open, hand braced against your leg so he could pull himself up to a seated position. "Honey?" he asked cautiously, his voice still thick and raspy from sleep.

You gasped, then tried to turn away from him. "I'm sorry for waking you up," you said. "You can go back to sleep," you added, even though you knew well that he wouldn't.

He pulled you to face him and you relented, teary eyes meeting his. His heart cracked in his chest at the sight of you in pain. "Really bad?" he settled on asking, his voice gentle.

You nodded, and he helped to sit you against the headboard. He reached for the cup of water and the pain medication tablets on the bedside table.

Your hands were shaking, trembling so badly that once he handed you the tablet to swallow, he held the glass of water to your lips instead, watching you swallow and murmuring a soft, "good girl," when you did.

Leaning back against him, you waited for the medicine to set in. His hand retreated to your stomach, the warmth from his palm seeping into your aching muscles. You almost whined in pleasure and he smiled, seeing you relax at least a little.

"Feeling a bit better?" he asked, kissing the side of your head.

You nodded, curling yourself into him, almost trying to meld your bodies together. "Thank you," you murmured, head pressed against his chest.

"Of course."

[str8rat]

(edit: if you saw this being posted twice no you didnt i fucked something up)

OHHH MY GODD YES PLEASE?? YES?? PRETTY PLEASE?? I'd love to talk about and theorize about this AU ;w; I'm super open to more suggestions and ideas!!!

Also.. i've done a little thing.. so this ask really got me into the AU atm.. WHICH I SHOULDN'T BE FOCUSING ON CUZ I NEED TO FINISH THE ANIMATIC BEFORE SUMMERBREAK but it really got me motivated to write. And so i did, I wrote SO FUCKING MUCH about the Change God of this au, as well as the fucked up cults it has, and a bit about the Universe as a diety too. Won't be sharing it yet tho!! this post would be too fucking long ._. and this pocket cat thing which is called Chat de Poche in this AU. anyways, enjoy the lore of this harmless uwu kitty below;

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Chat de Poche – This AU’s version of Pocket Cat, is a sinister figure rumored to steal naughty children from their parents, never to be seen again. On the first floor of the House, the party encounters this seemingly harmless Sadness. Upon interaction, Chat de Poche offers the party a chilling proposition: if they sell Bonnie to it, they will receive a weapon that "will ensure their victory against the King."

The party is horrified by the mere suggestion of sacrificing their lovable little Chef Cooker. But to their shock, Bonnie, swallowing down their fear, bravely insists that they aren’t scared and implies they might agree to the deal. After all, that would prove them to be useful for once, wouldn't it..? The party, however, refuses outright.

Mirabelle, overcome with emotion, breaks down in tears, apologizing to Bonnie for ever making them feel like they weren’t doing enough, and for feeling they needed to sacrifice themselves to be valued. Bonnie, moved to tears, hugs Mirabelle tightly, asking her not to cry. Isabeau quickly joins the embrace, forming a comforting cuddle pile. While this unfolds, Odile turns her attention to Chat de Poche, her expression unreadable.

In a flash, she unleashes a devastating Paper Craft Attack, slicing the entity in half. The room falls silent as the party watches Odile, getting rid of Chat de Poche with one swift attack, leaving behind only a puddle of dark, lifeless goo, like any defeated Sadness. Odile, her face still inscrutable, then turns to Bonnie and gives them a soft head pat before calmly suggesting they move on.

The moment is both chilling and awe-inspiring, solidifying Odile’s position as a powerful, yet ruthless force within the party. Especially towards those that dare to land a hand on her family.

ODILE FUCKING ROCKS

[honeywinner06]

In that hotel room...

A! Enji Todoroki x O! Male Reader

(Y/N) stared at the clock located on the wall. He became more and more impatient.

They began to meet in that hotel and almost always in the same room since they had their first meeting in the omega's office. Since it was his job to be the public relations advisor, it would be justifiable for him to be everywhere with him, to a certain extent.

And although he felt something more than that lust at the moment of being with him, Enji wanted to keep this whole "relationship" without making it known.

Despite that, he had never been late and even less so if it was the alpha who called him to meet in that room.

"Fuck it, I'm already tired. If it doesn't come, that's his problem."

Saying that, you got up and went into the bathroom to change your clothes into pijamas, that consisted in some gray shorts and a simple light blue t-shirt.

3 Hours later...

The sound of your cell phone began to fill the room with noise. When you took it, you saw that it was a call and you answered it

"Yeah?"

"Are you in your usual room?"

"Yes, I am."

"That's good. Now, wait for me there. Today I had a night shift"

"I'm tired and I suggest you don't come. Tomorrow, it's the press conference and I must arrive early to organize it."

"(Y/N), listen to me..."

"Good night, Enji."

And with that said, you hung up the call, and lay down again, hoping to fall asleep.

But those aspirations did not last long when in less than approximately half an hour, the door to the room was knocked.

"Can I help you?" You asked in a quite sarcatical way.

"Quit the mockering towards me, omega" answered the alpha with his deep voice

Your only response was rolling your eyes and then, he pounced on you and starting kissing you like a salvage.

The kiss became more and more passionate and it became even more so when he began to put one of his huge hands into your shorts and began to touch your plump and soft butt.

You let out sighs from how good it felt when he touched you and you started feel on one of your thighs, as if a small river had formed.

"You've already started to get wet down there, right? How I love being treated hard, you little omega slut."

"R-Really?" you said with a defiant and excited tone. You felt like you were melting like a snow cone in Phoenix (Yes, I made a reference to "Mrs Doubtfire" lol)

"Yes, I love that they are like that. Obedient, whether they are submissive or not. Too bad Rei would never do that with me."

The moment he said "Rei", your excitement immediately disappeared.

"W-Wait. Were you thinking about her? All of this time?"

Enji just laughed and smiled "What's wrong, omega? Does the fact that I think about my wife while fucking me make you jealous?"

"N-Not at all. Not at all" you said to turn around and avoid agreeing with him.

"Pff, typical omegas. They feel offended if you don't think about them"

"Well, leave that aside. Do you even want to do it with her or will I just be with you to satisfy you?"

"Sure, but she's very sporadic, so we don't do it much. So I have you."

"Fuck you, bastard!"

"Don't tell me you never thought about anyone else when we were doing it?" Asked the alpha trying to contain his laughter

"Of course not! I did it because I love you!"

"How naive. Well, you thought wrong, omega. I respect my wife and I wouldn't denigrate her."

"If you respected her, you would be with her, not kissing and fucking with me!"

The alpha just grabbed you by your neck and began to hang you against the wall.

"Listen to me, you whore. I do what I want and I totally respect my wife. All you are is to be my sex toy because you have an enormous ass and nothing else. You won't ever be my lover even if you were The last omega on The surface." With that said, he let go of you making you fall to the ground as you caught your lost breath.

"Now undress for me. I want to see that belly of yours totally full with my seed"

"D-Don't even think about it."

You said to get up, still weak. You took your suitcase and started to gather your things as quickly as possible.

"What are You doi..." asked before being interrupted by a cushion "Hey!"

"And don't even think about seeing me tomorrow at the conference, I'm sending you my resignation letter by mail and don't even think about seeing me in your miserable life, You piece of shit!" After that, you slammed the door as hard as possible.

"Come back here now, you fucking slut!"

So, you left that place with your suitcase in your hand, leaving the hotel and holding back your tears as much as you could.

[worriedvision]

He saves you - Wriothesley

Part 2 of this fic. Gender neutral reader, fluff ending. Mentions being kidnapped, reader doesn't actually get harmed during their captivity.

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Wriothesley didn't move on, contrary to your thoughts. You honestly believed that he would simply move on, his work being his priority over anything else. Besides, you weren't his usual type. Whenever he saw you, he kept trying to approach you to apologise with a gift. You kept walking away, pretending you had to be somewhere or you forgot something. Behind closed doors, he would often mope as he read over paperwork. Sigewinne thought he was ill at one point, only for Wriothesley to explain he simply had personal problems.

You were embarrassed about falling for Wriothesley so quickly, not once thinking he had ulterior motives. When your friends tease you for Wriothesley approaching you, clearly wanting to apologise and try to ask you out, you brush it off before changing the topic. When you get asked about how to win Wriothesleys affection, you try to get them to date Wriothesley. No matter what you suggested, however, Wriothesley shut down. He knew that the people who kept approaching him were after his looks and nothing more - well, perhaps the mora.

One evening, you get approached by several Fatui agents. Thinking they're going to ask you about Wriothesley, perhaps some blackmail material, you don't run. This was a mistake, unfortunately, as they grab you and run. Trying to scream out, you get knocked unconscious.

--

You were being held randsom. Something about getting the Fatui agents imprisoned currently out early. You didn't get how this would help, however, thinking you were nothing to the Duke. The agents were kind enough to feed you, but you didn't especially like the idea of being stuck in a room in the hopes of your ex actually loving you enough to save you. You tried to speak up several times, explaining you were a bet, only to get funny looks from your captors.

Meanwhile, Wriothesley was frothing with rage when he received a letter regarding your state. The letter detailed how you would be sold off to the highest bidder, unless Wriothesley releases the Fatui agents currently imprisoned. Being the Duke, he had to find someone who could take over his responsibilities if he were to save you. He refused to play into the Fatuis hands, especially over something as trivial as serving sentences they deserved.

He loves you, he knows this. He knows it would be difficult to win your trust, but he is determined to do this. Hell, it probably wouldn't take long to track down the location of the letter. Contacting Neuvillette to bring the captors to justice wouldn't be difficult either, it would just be trying to subdue them legally.

...ahh, he may as well use his fists. What is Neuvillette gonna do, sentence him to the prison he runs and oversees? As if.

--

"We have a problem!" You hear an agent exclaim, screams in the background as you hear metal clashing against various surfaces. "He's found us!"

Wriothesley? Oh, he's probably doing this so he doesn't have to release the prisoners that were associated with the Fatui. Still, though, he could have just left you and not responded at all.

Did he actually love you enough to save you?

"Where are they?" You hear Wriothesley growl, an agent whimpering before getting tossed on the ground. "You bastards better have kept them safe."

"Sir, you haven't held up your part of- ahh, please don't hurt me!"

Before you knew it, you saw an agent get comically thrown into the room, breaking the door in the process. In stepped Wriothesley, who immediately relaxed when making eye contact with you. He rushed over, freeing you before taking his leave. He doesn't stop holding your hand, and you realise how much you miss this feeling. Being close to him, and starting to recognise you must have been important to him, it was comforting.

"Did they harm you?" Wriothesley asks, breaking the silence.

"No. They fed me, all they did was chain me in a room." You reply, smiling.

"You say that like that's acceptable. You shouldn't be restricted, especially when you aren't guilty of anything."

"... I'm surprised you came for me." You chime up, Wriothesley squeezing your hand. "I thought you would have your work."

"I love you, of course I'd come to save you!" Wriothesley chuckles.

"The bet is over, Wriothesley. You don't need to keep-"

"I'm not doing this for a bet anymore. I do love you, and I want to win you back."

Walking towards Neuvillette's place of work, ready to give your statement, you find yourself thinking of spending time with Wriothesley.

--

When you asked Wriothesley to have some tea with you at a nearby café, he couldn't hide his excitement. He extends his arm, inviting you to link, smirking at jealous onlookers. He knew he was lucky to have you, to have a second chance. He wasn't going to fumble the bag this time, he was going to prove his feelings for you.

He tries to feed you some cake, and to his utter joy you take the bite before feeding him a piece as well. You both argue about who's paying, both insisting on paying, before receiving news that a Harbinger was going to be paying for you.

See, the agents acted against the orders given to them. They were not supposed to kidnap you - turns out, Pantalone had spoken about negotiating with Neuvillette to get the Fatui exempt from being imprisoned. He intended on having a civil discussion, and to offer a healthy sum of mora to sweeten the deal as well as offering their services, not to hold someone hostage. From his experience, that would lead to effectively cutting ties with a possible ally.

Pantalone was, surprisingly, very angry to find out about the agents kidnapping you. Neuvillette had torn into him, explaining this has entirely erased the chance of the Fatui getting reduced sentences. Understanding this, he apologises for this happening before heading out, noting you walking towards the café.

It wasn't going to be enough, but it would help with mending the relationship between the Fatui and Fontaine.

--

Wriothesley was ecstatic to hear that you wanted to try dating, picking you up and spinning you around. He knew people would be looking at him oddly, but he didn't care.

He finally won the opportunity to date you.

[chaostroberry1]

Hello! How are you? Could I have some headcanons for Loki, Apollo, Poseidon and Adam (platonically) with a human reader who likes her own body but sometimes feels bad having such small breasts? She has a somewhat small build and is very thin due to genetics (I imagine with Adam the reader being his only daughter and being surrounded by men in the family they would not be able to understand her), sometimes it makes her feel very uncomfortable when someone He asks her why she is so thin and makes similar comments. Just soft and comforting things as sometimes it's hard for me to deal with that kind of comments. Thank you!

Sure thing💕, I believe what you mean is Loki,apollo,and Poseidon are romantic w reader, while Adam is platonic with reader? Don't be afraid ask me in the inbox to change anything if it isn't what you asked for. ^^

RoR characters (platonic and romantic) with a small darling.

Characters mentioned : Apollo, Adam, Loki, Poseidon.

Loki

- he doesn't know why you're even insecure. He thinks you are mad pretty. With or without extra assets. But looking at Aphrodite, I guess he can understand why many women want big assets.

- your chest is nice, whether big or small. He likes them either way cus they're a part of you.

- whenever you're feeling down, he'll do stuff like turning into a butterfly, or do random magic tricks to make you laugh. Think of it as a way he shows you his love.

- when he sees you looking at your body, he'd rush in and try to make you feel better. Pretty sure he'd make sure his pranks are extra funny while you're around, so that he could cheer you up.

- when anyone tries asking about your body, and why you're so thin, he'd turn the question around with a "why are you so ugly?" With a mocking smile, tilting his head to the side while playing innocent. the person was left offended.

- and after that, he'd just take your hand and carry you. Floating around with you in his arms, leaving you stunned, but happy.

Apollo

- you KNOW this man. He is literally the epitome of beauty, alongside Aphrodite. We got to see how he finds beauty in basically anything that he seems beautiful.

- so seeing his own darling being insecure, bro was flabbergasted. You??? Insecure??? About your beloved body??? No way.

- I mean he wouldn't know what it's like to be insecure, c'mon, it's apollo. But seeing you in such a sad little bubble was hurtful.

- I'm sure he'd approach the situation carefully, giving so many compliments in a day, that with kisses. Cus he loves you.

- when he sees you sad, he'd be word vomiting multiple reasons why you are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. listing down why it's a bad idea to doubt your own looks and body.

- he loves your chest, why do you feel different? He thinks they're cute.

- if anyone asks you why you're so small or thin, he'd immediately come in and sweep you off your feet, carrying you with him to his place and into his chambers.

- let him show you just how much he thinks you're beautiful.

Poseidon

- what the hell. What the absolute hell are you talking about? How on earth are you still insecure about yourself when you literally managed to bag him? That's what he'd think.

- he doesn't get why women are always striving to be as pretty as Aphrodite or something, cus uhm...why? What's wrong with having a smaller build? Or being bigger. Either way, you made him fall for you.

- did some moron make you think that way? Tell him, and he'll cut their tongue off. Does he need to go on a killing spree to make you think differenly? You are the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

- he'd be so confused as to why you look so sad. Seeing you sad would make him more pissed than normal. There had to be someone in charge of putting you in that state of mind.

- why is it such a big deal if you have a small chest? They look fine to him. Not every woman needs a big chest, what's wrong with you? Can't you see that he likes your body?

- if anyone ever asked you about your body, he'd glare holes straight into their soul. If they say anything else, then I'm sorry, but they will be meeting hades down below 😞

- and you? In his chambers. Like apollo, he'll show you just how pretty he thinks you are.

Papa Adam

- who on earth made you sad? His father protectiveness is kicking in and he's ready to kick some divine ass.

- being his only daughter, you are surrounded by mostly men in the family. Luckily, you have eve, who's there, well and ready to hug you and cook you food when you're feeling down.

- your brothers wouldn't understand since they're dudes. But when they question things about your body, Adam will interfere.

- eve had to give them a good lecture about why women have certain reasons for wanting their body to be extra. And how insecurities work for them. And since most people are morons, they wouldn't have any sort filter when it comes to asking dumb questions.

- yeah he gets it now. Your brothers are scratching their heads while he's patting your head and saying that you shouldn't be insecure about your body.

- eve will be making some good food that night, and your brothers would come up to you with berries and flowers they picked, as a way of saying sorry.

- Adam would be nodding his head in approval, "you shouldn't think about your body so much, kiddo. You have to learn to love it. Okay?"

[musicmyxiii]

I don't think we talk enough about the fact that in season 1 & 2, Colin didn't have a purpose and didn't feel fulfilled so he travelled and at the end of each season he left his family, only to go travel and realize that he missed his family (and Pen), and to return home a couple of months later. He felt not at ease anywhere he went, not at home, not travelling. He was always moving to find this peace, and sense of belonging.

What kept him sane during the long period he was gone (between season 1 & 2), was Pen's letter's. They reminded him of home and whenever he read them he knew he should return, and that she would be waiting for him. But then a year later, Pen didn't reply to his letters anymore. The poor boy had no idea why, but he assumed it was because she didn't need him anymore. The validation he sought and needed was gone.

He thought he wasn't good enough so he turned himself into the man society expects him to be: a playboy, a tough guy. Where in truth he simply just wants validation from the people he cares most about (again his family). Pen is the only person who gives him this validation throughout season 1 & 2, which makes it more heartbreaking when she doesn't reply to his letters. It's like she's moving on from him and doesn't need him maybe as much as he thought she would.

A part of Colin always knew that Pen adored him, looked up to him, maybe even loved him. He brushed it off as merily friendship, but deep inside him he knew it was more.

So when he returns as a 'new man' in season 3, he's looking so much for validation again. He wants his family to praise him for the changes (and Anthony does - which still makes me a little mad, because as an older brother he should have seen it was not Colin who returned and he needed to remind his brother that the family wanted his true self back). He goes up to Pen and when she doesn't seem impressed by his new self, he basically says: "It are just clothes, I'm still the person who I was a year ago" and instead of welcoming him back with a bright smile and friendship, like she did the last year, she gave him nothing but coldness. (Which was honestly the right thing to do since he still hurt her last season, and I wouldn't be able to forget about it that fast either)

Colin realized that something was wrong and instead of ignoring it and just letting go of Penelope. He fought for her and her forgiveness. He started to realize that her friendship, her warmth meant everything to him and make him feel 'seen'. What was exactly what he desired most, being wanted, being needed, being enough.

We finally see him realize that Pen has been his safe place all along, he lets her in and falls head over heels for the girl.

She encourages him to do something with his writing, to find purpose in it and because she believes in him, he's starting to do so as well.

Of course, then the lady Whistledown shakes him up. Who could blame him after his history with Marina? This boy has clearly still trust issues because of it. He fears that it's the same thing all over again, and that he was led on to believe that Pen loved him while in truth it could be that she just needed him as a way to remain Lady W. He was afraid of losing her, of being lied to, of being not enough once again.

But once he starts seeing things from her perspective and realizes that she does love him for all the right reasons, he becomes so incredibly proud of her.

At the end of the season, he's finally found a purpose, a reason to stay, and so he doesn't need to travel anymore. He created a family. He found his forever home and he has no desire whatsoever to leave it.

[da-rulah]

For the lyric game…

I know you said a Papa or Ghoul, but would you make an exception for Mary Goore? 👉🏻👈🏻 Our beloved corpse needs some more loving lol. The song I had in mind was Merry-Go-Round by Mötley Crüe with the line: 🎶She waits at home just to love him through the night, thinking, he’s been gone so long now. Is he coming home?🎶 Can be both NSFW or SFW 😉

Oh, of course I can make an exception for our dear sweet Mary Goore... 😈

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm feeling some angst. No one fits angst quite as well as Mary, hm? Just something about it works. So I apologise if this isn't what you wanted, but this is what came into my mind...

NSFW 18+, MDNI! Mary Goore x gn!reader TW: Angst, jealousy, accusations of infidelity, domestic arguments, insecurity, angry sex, hate fucking, penetrative sex, manhandling, slight pain kink.

You stared at your phone screen, watching as if anything were going to change yet knowing it wouldn't. But you hoped; you always hoped.

"Read 19:09"

Those three little dots never appeared. No new messages. It had been hours... His set would have finished around 11, so why, at 2:47am were you still sat up, waiting for him to so much as text you back.

You were getting tired of this. The "I'll be home before 2" promises, or the "I was just grabbing a drink after the show" excuses. Each one fell short, and he avoided the topic. All you'd text him was a simple "Hope the show goes well, baby. Kill it!" and yet, nothing. He used to reply right away, even if just with an emoji when he was busy or pushed for time.

But lately, with the late nights and the ignored texts, you were beginning to wonder if there was something he was hiding. He never had a good reason for his late returns, just that he was "networking" or "having drinks with the guys". And when he did finally show, he'd just crawl into bed beside you without a word, and fall asleep while you waited for something; even just an arm draped over your waist, a kiss to the forehead.

There was only one thing circling your mind; Mary was sleeping around.

When you heard the lock of the front door click open, your heart dropped into your stomach. All night you planned what to say, how to approach this. You wanted to be strong, but the second you were confronted with the reality of Mary coming home, you backed out, and words failed you.

Sat in the dark, Mary didn't notice you at first. Being a small studio apartment, he never turned the lights on when he came in, knowing they'd wake you - which he never wanted to do. So you heard him tiptoe into the apartment, setting his guitar case down and start to make his way over to the bathroom to wash the face paints and fake blood from his face.

Before he made it there, you quietly popped a cigarette between your lips and sparked a lighter to light it. The sudden noise and flash of light halted Mary in his tracks, startling him.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, babe... Scared the shit outta me!" he laughed clutching his heart over his cut-off t-shirt. You said nothing, not bothering to turn in his direction and instead taking a drag and letting the smoke billow into the glow of street lamps streaming through the windows.

Mary stood confused for a second, his eyes adjusting to your form on the couch and waiting for you to say something else, maybe ask about the show or something. But nothing. You just took another long, deliberate drag of your cigarette, staring straight ahead.

He knew you were pissed. And if he was being honest with himself, he knew why, too. He sighed to himself and trundled over to the couch, clicking on the lamp on the side table before sitting in the empty spot beside you.

"I'm late again, I know..."

"Is that your apology?" you snapped back, flicking the ash fro your cigarette into a tiny ashtray on the coffee table. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"No... I was getting to that." his tone sounded annoyed, like he didn't appreciate the way you spoke to him. It was as if he were answering back to his mother, catching him coming back late from a party. This was far beyond that.

"Go on then. What bullshit excuse you got this time?" Any previous thoughts of diplomacy in your approach went out the window now, too pissed off to hold back.

"Jeez, so I was late. It's not a big fuckin' deal," he defended, poorly. "Where's the attitude coming from?" He sat back into the couch with a harsh slump, bouncing his knee in annoyance.

You took another drag of your cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray and standing up to stomp over to the bed you shared with a mumbled, "Fuck this."

Mary's eyes followed you, watching as you angrily shed the shirt you were wearing, throwing it to the floor and rooting in your drawers for something to wear to bed. He stood up too, pushing himself from the couch and following you.

"Look I said I'm sorry," he attempted, but you spun around to face him, finally looking him in the eye.

"Actually, no you fuckin' didn't. But you 'were getting to that'. So go on, give me your sorry. We'll see if it works." Mary stared dumbly at you. This wasn't the first time you'd brought this up, but it was the first time you'd got this angry...

"The guys just wanted to get some drinks, we had a good gig. Just wanted to celebrate! I'm sorry, alright?"

You scoffed and turned back to root through your draws, trying to find a shirt that wasn't Mary's just to make a fucking point. He sighed behind you, chewing the inside of his cheek while he tried to swallow his pride.

"I should have text you," he stated plainly. You ignored him, which pissed him off more. "I will next time, I swear."

That made you spin around again, looking at him with vague disgust. "Next time? So this is just gonna keep happening, huh?"

"Drinking with my friends? Yeah, probably." His sarcasm pissed you off even more.

"Don't bullshit me, Mare... You've been doing this at every damn show, and when you come home to me, you don't even touch me!" You were yelling at him now, too hurt to let it go. "If you wanna fuck around Mary, go ahead and live that life but stop making me sit up waiting for you in the hope that you want my love instead!"

Mary was stunned, his eyebrows screwed tightly together as he stared down at you. You stood before him, rigid in your accusation and not backing down this time, angry tears in your waterline that you refused to let fall. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"...Is that what you think I've been doing?" He was livid now, offended.

"Don't fucking lie to me. Why else would you constantly get home late? Ignore my texts or calls? Climb into bed without so much as a second look my way let alone wrapping an arm around me, heaven forbid!"

"Because you're asleep, and I'm fucking tired?" he spat. You laughed, no humour in it at all. It was dry, sarcastic and venomous. You didn't believe him.

"Fuck who you want, Mare. I'm done." You started to turn away from him as the tears betrayed you, but he grabbed your wrist and span you back to face him, stepping into your personal space as rage and adrenaline pumped through his body.

"Only person I wanna fuck is you," he growled, backing you up against the open draw behind you until it slammed shut and you stumbled, the edge of the dresser hitting the bottom of your back. You'd never seen him like this, like he was possessed... His eyes were wide with anger and the threatening paints on his face did nothing to put you at ease.

"You want me to touch you, hm? All you had to do was ask..." He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss that caught you off guard for a moment, before you regained some kind of awareness and pressed both hands to his chest, pushing him off you in one hard shove. He stood there, out of breath much like you were, neither one of you knowing what to do or say now. It was as if you were in a stand-off, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Unfortunately for you, it was you who made that first move.

You pounced on him, smashing your lips against his as you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Whether it was desperation to keep him close or spite to show him exactly what he'd be missing when you walked away, you weren't sure but your reaction was visceral.

Mary quickly dove back in too, his grip on your hips pulling you close to fuse your bodies together as you violently made out with him, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull it at the roots and angle his head to where you wanted it. Before long, you were tugging at his shirt and pulling it over his head, both of you now shirtless.

Then you were pushing him, manoeuvring him towards the bed to push him back onto it with all the strength you could muster. You didn't wait for him to do anything, to say anything, reaching for his jeans to pop the button and drag them down his thighs. He kicked them off without arguing, his eyes dark and trained on you as you removed everything from the waist down and climb on top of him.

Something about this had your core stirring, arousal pooling where you needed it most, where you'd craved him for the longest time. Spite was a powerful aphrodisiac it seemed, because the only word Mary could think to describe you right now was rabid.

You used all of your body weight to push him to lay back, no care taken to go slow or build anticipation. This was hate fucking. This was furious passion, building and bubbling and boiling over uncontrollably. Both of you were powerless to stop it.

You ravaged him again, kisses so brutal you'd be feeling them for days after while your hips ground down into his exposed and already solid length beneath you. You heard him groan with pleasure, and it pissed you off, spurring you to bite on his lip until he grunted in pain. His hands gripped your ass in fistfuls, nails digging into the supple flesh and he pushed and pulled to grind you harder against him.

By the time you were ready to take him inside you, he was leaking precum profusely from his tip. It only aided you in lining him up, and sinking down until he was fully sheathed inside you. You took him slowly, teasing him but frankly you were in no mood for slow and steady.

You set a savage pace, riding him while your hands held him down. Your own nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out in both pain and pleasure, a delicious mix that fuelled the pair of you.

"Oh, fuck baby, just like that..." he groaned, not expecting you to slap his chest to force his eyes back on you.

"Shut the fuck up," you roared, only riding him faster, harder. All those jealous emotions, all that bottled up insecurity was coming out now and he was letting you take it out on him. If he'd known you had this in you, he might have pissed you off a lot sooner.

But Mary couldn't let that mouth of yours slide, he couldn't let you win. He had as much to lose tonight as you did, whether that was his fault or not. And he was very aware it was his fault.

Using the adrenaline that pumped through him, he lifted you off him, forcing your off to the unoccupied side of the bed so you faceplanted in the sheets. This move was too unexpected, and before you could recover and fight back for control he was already on top of you, pinning your wrists behind your back and contorting you to raise your hips up and have you on your knees, face still buried in the sheets beneath you. He wasted no time in lining himself back up to your entrance, and pushing back in to find his own vicious rhythm.

You wanted to fight back, but you couldn't. The pleasure was building to a point of no return and you wanted to cum more than you wanted to control him. This is what you'd missed, if you were honest with yourself. When you'd first started dating Mary the sex was hot, freaky, a little weird... It was unlike anything else. And then you both got complacent, too comfortable and taking each other for granted and now here you were, after weeks of barely there mediocre sex. Both of you just needed a little spark to light the gasoline inside you.

Mary kept your wrists held tightly against your lower back in one hand, while the other snaked around your waist, using it to pleasure you even further.

"Come on, baby. Cum on my cock, hm? Just like you used to. Fucking squeeze me," he ordered, his hips slapping hard against your ass and filling the room with lewd noises. All you could do was cry out, to moan into the sheets and let go completely.

You barrelled towards your orgasm hard and fast, stimulated in every way possible, inside and out. The way your walls contracted around him made it difficult for him to keep up his pace, and damn near impossible to stave off his won orgasm. Too soon, he was filling you, his cock kicking inside you over and over until he was completely drained both of his spend and his energy.

He fell forwards, leaning over you as he held you tightly against him to ground himself. His mind felt hazy, he could barely think straight through the bliss and exhaustion. But he was in for a rude awakening, when he felt you heaving beneath him, silent sobs wracking your body over and over.

Stabbing him in the chest would have heart less. Seeing you so hurt, so broken was devastating to him. He panicked, removing himself from you and flipping you over with very little resistance. But what you did resist was eye contact, staring directly up at the ceiling as you slapped a hand over your mouth to contain the sobs.

"Hey... Shhh, it's okay. I'm here," he soothed, pushing strands of hair from your forehead and gently trailing his fingers along your cheek and jawline.

"I-I don't... want to... lose you," you sobbed. "Want to b-be enough... for you."

This was his fault. His neglect had led to this. You'd never been anything but doting, supporting, loving. And he wasn't sued to it. It scared him, the feelings he harboured for you. He'd never felt so intensely, never loved anyone like this before. He'd taken you for granted, been so selfish in focussing on himself and the band and not you.

Mary had never cheated on you. He never would. All he could do was try to tell you that, to show you that you were the only one he wanted.

"You're more than enough, you're too good for me. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he cooed, pressing his forehead to yours while you cried beneath him. "I swear, there's never been anyone else. You can ask the guys, it really was just drinks with them."

You weren't sure you believed him, the insecurity so deeply rooted that talking to his bandmates might only be the start of rebuilding the trust you'd once had in him. But it was a start.

Mary lay himself down next to you, wrapping his arm around you and snuggling into your side while you let everything out. He peppered softer kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the top of your head while you held onto the arm wrapped around you for dear life. Eventually, exhaustion crept in, and you started to drift off in his arms.

He didn't let go of you all night, barely sleeping himself as he thought of all the ways he could right his wrongs, prove himself to you without it feeling insincere. Step one was to bring you to his shows, to have you around like you used to back at the start. From there, he'd work on this.

Seeing your breakdown, being so close to losing you tonight was the wake up call he'd needed to see what was at stake. He'd be damned if he let himself get complacent again.

He'd be damned if he truly lost you.

[thewriterghost]

Game Night

Pairing: James Potter x reader, platonic!Sirius Black x reader, platonic!Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Game night with the boys

Note: Hope you enjoy this! Reblogs are highly appreciated!

*****

You knock on the greenish wooden door. It takes them barely a minute or so to open the door.

"Hey, dove. Come on in." Remus opens the door as usual. You can hear the ruffling and bickering from the living room.

"They've already started, I assume?" You ask as you walk in, taking your coat off and hanging it.

"No, that's the usual banter. They haven't even picked the game yet." He rolls his eyes, despite the fact that both of your faces displayed a grin.

He makes his way towards the kitchen as you stand in the doorway of the living room. Your eyes find your boyfriend immediately. And truth be told, it wouldn't be hard for you to find him even if there was a crowd of people. He had this charm, making everyone turn and look twice.

He is on the big couch the boys had in the middle of the living room, occupying almost the entire space by lying down. His signature glasses looking like they are about to fall down from the tip of his nose, yet he doesn't make an attempt to straighten them. You smile as the banter continues.

"Don't just say no-" James starts but Sirius is quick to shut it down.

"No." He says, from where he sits on the floor, in front of the smaller sofa.

"I just said don't say it!" He throws his arms up dramatically.

"What's he saying no to?" You chime in. James sits up the second he hears your voice.

"Hey, love." He pats the space he no longer occupies for you to sit. You sit down next to him and give him a short and sweet 'hello' kiss, straightening his glasses while doing so.

Sirius answers your question. "He wants to play a prank-"

"He is saying no to a prank, love, can you believe it?" James interrupts.

"Prank on you." Sirius finishes, despite James. Your eyes turn to your boyfriend, in betrayal.

"W-well," he looks at you and then turns to Sirius. "You can't just say that!"

"I can and I did. Enjoy the fight." Sirius grins as he gets up and makes his way towards the kitchen."Oh, husband! Do you need help over there?" You hear him dramatically stretch out the word 'husband', to annoy poor Remus.

Your attention turns to James. As if he was waiting for you to be alone, his lips finds yours in a heartbeat. You can't help but giggle, making him back away for a second.

"Are you trying to distract me from the prank thing?" You manage to ask with a smile but he leans in for another kiss and the topic is long forgotten.

"I didn't know you missed me that much." You grin as he pulls away.

"I miss you all the time, baby." He makes it a point to extend 'all'. You hum, affirming.

"I miss you too." Right as you were about to lean in once more, Remus and Sirius walk in with snacks and drinks.

"Get this one out of my hair, will you?" Remus says to you while pointing to Sirius with his eyes, before popping down on the smaller sofa.

"Says like he doesn't like it." Sirius gives you a wink as he lowers himself down to the floor, sitting between yours and James' legs.

Remus doesn't answer, but the look of disapprovement he gives you is enough to make you laugh.

"What are we playing?" You ask, reaching for a piece of chips from the bowl Sirius has on his lap, which earns you a small slap on the hand and a 'get your own bowl' look from him.

James opens the list of games on his account from the tv screen, as Remus passes along a controller to all of you.

"We can continue the last one we played." James suggests as he keeps scrolling. You recall the last one as a bit stressful shooting game.

"I wanna play something cozy for once." You say as you change your position to a cross-legged one on the couch.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but yeah, me too." Sirius adds, as you lean down to steal another piece of chips from him. Which basically means it's decided, because whatever you choose gets a second vote anyways because of James.

James clicks and starts a cozy farm game.

It takes you and Sirius a while to pick a nice outfit and a hair for your characters. ("Oh, I hate that hair." "Oi, Pads, that kinda looks like my hair!" "Yes, Prongs, I'm aware.") But you manage to start playing within the first hour, to you surprise.

James gets up and stretchs right as you finish planting your little pumpkins.

"Don't do anything significant until I get back." He quickly adds, as he disappears towards the bathroom. "And don't you dare talk to that little pixel of a man!"

His jealousy makes you laugh, but before you can answer that you won't, Sirius points out the npc in question, conveniently walking towards you when you have a really nice gift for them.

James decides to come back at that exact moment, right when you were giving the npc their gift. He stands with his hand to his heart, eyes filled with sadness and betrayal.

"I just left for five minutes and you're already romancing people?"

"I'm just giving them a gift-" You try to hold your laughter in.

"Oh, is that how you justify the cheating?" He sits next to you, with a dramatic sigh.

"It's just an npc!" You try to defend yourself, giggling in the process.

"That's all we are to you now, huh?"

"Give up, dove. There's no winning with this one." Remus chimes in, shaking his head in disapprovement, but you can see the way he is holding the smile in.

You put your controller down and reach towards James, cupping his face and pulling him in. You can feel him smile into the kiss. You pull away.

He sends you a boyish smile, making you feel all giggly like a school girl. You scoot over towards him as he puts one arm around you and connects them in front of you with his controller.

"At least they can't kiss you." He mumbles next to your ear, still on about the npc, clearly.

"Should I tell him now, or do you want to tell him that npc's can kiss our characters?" Sirius pushes his head back to see both of you, with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"They can what?" James perks up. "Oh, I'm not leaving you alone for a single second now. No bathroom breaks!"

Laughter fills the room.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Five|

"What are you doing here Adam?" Y/n asks, backing away from him and Lute further. "Are you not listening? I just said I came here to settle this stupid argument between you and Sera. Duh." Adam rolls his eyes.

"I do not need you to settle anything." Y/n said sternly. "Not like I believe that's what you're actually here for."

"Well, look who's being clever." Lute sneered. "Of course that's not what we're here for."

"Then what?" Y/n nearly snapped. "We're here to silence you." Lute smirks. Y/n tried to not look intimidated, but there was no ignoring the sinking feeling she had. "Silence me." She repeats with a scoff. "And just how do you think you're going to get away with that?"

"Psh, easily." Adam smirks. "Look. I'm gonna make this real simple for you babe. You're gonna keep your mouth shut about this whole extermination thing, got it? After all, we wouldn't want someone as valuable as you to suddenly disappear."

"You do not scare me with you empty threats." Y/n starts. "Do you really think no one will notice if I'm gone? People need me here to give them visions of the future. Then what will you do, when people start to question? What will you do, when God notices his own creation has gone missing?"

Lute chuckles. "We'll just tell them you had a sudden change of heart." She approaches Y/n, circling her. "No one would be too surprised to know you decided to join Lucifer in Hell. After all, you do care for him so very much." Lute stops in front of her, leaning in close.

"So much, that you were willing to keep his revolt a secret from all of Heaven. Just so he stays safe." Her grin dropped, a look of disgust crossed her features. "How pathetic. You were willing to destroy the balance of Heaven, for traitorous scum like him."

Y/n felt rage building in her chest. "Do not speak ill of Lucifer. You have no idea who he is, who he truly is!"

"And you think you do?" Adam chimes in. "Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but Lucifer's the one who allowed for us to come down there and kill those freaks."

Y/n's heart sank. "You...You're lying!"

"Afraid not." Adam shrugs. "Looks like your little friend isn't as perfect and pure as you thought he was."

No. No, Lucifer would never be ok with those exterminations. No one should be ok with it. As if eternal punishment weren't enough. The sinners would face death again, in such a brutal way. How could Lucifer ever allow that?

Had Hell finally tainted his heart? Had all those years of being surrounded by all of the world's evil turned him cold?

How could it not?

But Y/n didn't want to believe it. Lucifer was always so bright, he was always so full of love. He was a dreamer. He was...everything.

What happened to him in the last ten thousand years?

"That must really suck for you, huh?" Adam laughs. "Unless you wanna end up like him, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Otherwise we'll tear those pretty wings right off of you, and send you down there. Then you can wait for us to slaughter you like the rest of them."

Y/n was half tempted to risk it. But she knew Heaven needed her. Everyone relied on her visons. If she were to disappear, they'd all be blind to what would happen next.

She's already let Heaven fall into disarray before, now that she had the chance to correct that mistake, she would not let it happen again.

Y/n shut her eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine." She muttered.

"That's fucking right." Adam says before turning and walking towards the door, Lute right behind him. "Glad you see it our way, babe. See ya!" With a slam of the door, they were both gone.

Y/n brought her trembling hands to her face. She was wrong for letting them threaten her like that. Wrong for allowing them to get away with their slaughter. Wrong for keeping secrets again.

She exhaled shakily before gathering her nerves, and leaving for Michael's.

Michael was alerted to a rapid knocking at his door, he went to open it, and as soon as he did, he was nearly thrown back by the sudden force he felt.

Michael looked down, to see Y/n holding onto him tightly, her face hidden in his chest. "Y/n? What was that all...about..." He trailed off as he noticed the trembling in her shoulders and the light sniffles she made.

Michael quickly brought her inside and shut the door behind him. He portals Y/n and himself to his study and sat down on the couch, Y/n still in his arms. He said nothing for a while, and just let Y/n be. Though, he did let out soft hushes and soothing coos, in attempts to calm her down some.

After another moment, he finally spoke. "What's happened?" He asks cautiously. Y/n sniveled, while not looking up at him she answers.

"I just...I'm so overwhelmed Michael. And I don't what to do." She cried. She couldn't tell him the truth, as much as she wanted to. She saw what could happen if she did tell him.

Michael would inform the other Archangels about the exterminations. It cause an intense argument between them and Sera. It would get so bad, that God would have to get involved. But that wasn't all she saw.

There was a chance Sera would be punished for the decision she's made. She allowed the extermination to go on in secret from all of Heaven, from God.

Her punishment, would be sever.

As angry as Y/n was with Sera. She did not want a fate like that to befall her. And poor Emily. She was heartbroken by the news. So distraught, that she no longer carried out her duties as a Seraphim, knowing what Sera had done all this time.

The exterminations would come to an end, but at the cost of loosing two Seraphims.

And of course, Adam would make good on his word. He would find Y/n and well...

The visions stopped after that.

Michael cupped Y/n's cheek and raised her head. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I know your duties can be stressful. Is there any way I could help you?" He asks. Y/n sighs. "Can I just...stay here with you for a while? I really don't want to be alone right now."

"Of course." Michael says softly. "Is there anything else you need me to do?" Y/n rests her head back on his chest. "Will you talk to me? I don't care about what. Just anything to take my mind of things."

"Sure." Michael nods. "Um...Oh, I was talking with Cassius the other day. They were telling me of this animal on Earth that resembles a bunny, but it lives in the ocean. It's called a Jorunna parva, I believe they're a type of sea slug. They're quite adorable."

"Then I paid a visit to Azrael, which was interesting. Leo was there as well, and you know how those two can be when they're together for too long. I had to stop Leo from killing Azrael a certain point." Michael laughs awkwardly.

"Oh, and today I was with Galim. They were instructing me on how to expand my portals. I'm still learning, but in due time I'll be able to go from Heaven and Earth easily."

Y/n furrows her brows slightly. "Could you not before?" She asks. "Well, sorta." Michael shrugs. "I needed help from Galim of course. But I won't need their help for much longer. You know how I am, combat has always been my forte."

"How do you use the portal?" Y/n asks. Michael thinks of how to explain it. "Well...It sounds easier than it is. Galim instructed me to envision where I want to go. I must focus entirely on my destination." Michael holds his hands out in front of him and closes his eyes.

"Believe it or not, breathing has a lot to do with it too. A calm and level breath will relax the body, and allow for a clear mind. And then..." He exhales, and just like that a portal appeared in front of the two of you.

It was a small portal, only big enough to put your head through really. But Y/n could see clear as day what was on the other side. A meadow of tall green grass and beautiful flowers. She could hear birds chirping and the faint sound of running water from a river. Bright warm light from the casted over the lovely scenery. It spring on Earth, and it showed.

Y/n looked on in awe at the sight before the portal came to a close. Michael sighed and chuckled lightly. "Not my best. But yeah, that's pretty much it."

"You'll get the hang of it Michael." Y/n smiles. "Perhaps I should learn as well. I've never been to Earth, and wherever that was looked beautiful."

"Sure, but make sure I'm with you. My father would kill me if anything happens to you under my watch." Michael tells her. "Michael, I'm a big girl. You shouldn't worry about me." Y/n laughs lightly.

"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you, Y/n." Michael says seriously. Y/n's smile fell slightly. "Michael..."

"You've kept me sane for so many years. I don't know what I'd do if you disappeared." Michael holds her hand gently. "But, let's not think about that right now. You'd love Earth, the good parts of it anyhow."

Y/n smile returned, though there was an odd feeling in her chest she couldn't ignore. "Yeah. I bet I would."

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jealous

myoui mina x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: gaslighting, self sabotage, cursing

word count: 2k

synopsis: "you could have anyone you want, why would you wanna be with me

a/n: apology for not posting i'll know😞😞😞 also i wrote the summary for this w one song in mind, wrote this while listening to another, then quoted a completely other song😭😭😭

“Just leave me around already!” you shouted out, stomping over to your shared room with Mina slamming the door. 

Mina stood there, dumbstruck. Never had you ever used a tone like that with her, but these past few weeks you seemed to only be picking fights. Mina obviously was intensely worried, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done to get you so upset. 

Your relationship with Mina was nearing perfect, well that was until your mind decided to start fucking with you. You knew it was wrong, Mina hadn't done anything to warrant such a reaction from you. You had just come home from work, and Mina, who had also just arrived at home, asked about your day. She could only assume that your boss had been extremely bitchy with you with how you reacted to the question.

When the door to your room slammed and you twisted the lock, you slid down to the floor, cradling your head in your hands. “fuck, fuck, FUCK!” you mumbled out, talking to yourself. You deeply regretted what you had said to her, you knew she was tired, she had also just come back from a full day of work. You hated that you potentially hurt her. But that's what she’d eventually do to you right? Someone like her could never truly like someone like you. How could such a perfect person love someone so imperfect? 

You loved her, you did, with all that you were. But the lingering thought that she could leave you the moment she found another woman attractive never left. She could have anyone in the world, why would she want to stay with you? You were only lessening the blow for when it finally came, detaching yourself from her so when she left it wouldn't hurt. If this was really meant to lessen your hurt, then why was it that every time you saw her face fall at your mean words that your heart shattered a bit more in your chest. Treating Mina like this hurt you more than you thought imaginable.

These insecurities had never been present before, you were never one to be insecure nor jealous. Seeing Mina with Sana though, it reminded you of everything you were not. The way Sana’s hand slid up Mina’s arm, the way Mina would laugh it off, not removing the hand on her. You could feel it coursing through your veins, envy. You would never be able to compare to Sana, not her long straight beautiful hair, nor her cute smile. Hell, you thought that you’d choose her too had you been mina. Sana was everything you were not, everything you were not and more. She was everything you were and weren't. 

Seeing mina return the flirtations had you overcome with sadness, why would she indulge in that with a girlfriend. You didn't know Sana, not at all. Maybe if you did, you would’ve known that Sana was like a sister to Mina, that she had grown up with Sana. That Sana was nothing more than a best friend that liked intimacy. But of course, you didn't know, you didn't know and so you did the only thing you knew to do. You withdrew, you started to distance yourself from Mina, often being rude and dismissive. 

You could tell it hurt her, but she never said anything back. Not wanting to let her anger get the best of her and accidentally say something that might hurt you. How considerate she was, even while getting told to shut up. She loved you, and hurt was the last thing she’d want to see on your pretty face. She knew where the line was drawn and no matter how much you crossed it, she refused to. 

letting out a sigh, Mina let herself fall back onto the couch behind her. she would talk to you later when you weren't as mad. she thought back to these last few weeks. how drastically your behavior had changed. Where you used to constantly be all over her, always touching her in some way. she now found that you’d barely ever lay a finger on her, often flinching when she initiated physical contact. this hurt her greatly, she just couldn’t seem to understand what brought on this change. 

The longer she waited, the more overcome with exhaustion she became. Her schedule today had been packed, with interviews and more things of the sort. She hadn’t even eaten dinner, nor changed, having come home just a minute before you. sooner than later, she succumbed to the exhaustion, falling asleep on the couch. 

You awoke the next morning, curled up on the bed you shared with Mina, puffy eyed. you checked the time on your phone, seeing that it was five am. One more hour ‘til your work starts. you looked around, noticing that the big bed was empty. A sigh fell from your mouth, sadness and self hatred overwhelming you once again. The reasonable side of your mind yelled at you to wake up and stop doing this. Sadly, the other part of your head was screaming louder at you. whispering that promises would be broken, she’d just leave you in the end. 

You got out of bed and went to go take a shower and get ready. Upon leaving your room after getting ready, you found Mina curled up on the sofa very clearly shivering. You could hear the cracking of your heart from within. in that moment you didn’t care a bit for the voices screaming at you. You only cared for the girl who might catch a cold in her own house.

You picked her up bridal style and carried her over to the bed. You refused to be stopped by the fact that you weren’t strong enough to carry her and pushed through. With your will, came power, the strength to carry her smoothly suddenly entered your body. You carried her to your shared room with her and tucked her in bed. You turned on the small heater next to the bed and faced it towards her. 

You left a soft kiss on her forehead and then left for work. Breakfast was overrated anyways.

Unlike every other day, today you came home to the beautiful face of Mina painted with anger. you didn’t acknowledge the obvious anger on her face and just brushed past her to the kitchen. Before you could take a step in that direction you found yourself being aggressively pulled back. a yelp escaped your lips at how unexpected it was. 

“Sit down.” Mina said, her voice tone serious and commanding. If you were anyone else you definitely would’ve. but you were you in the end. 

“I’m hungry-“ 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Her voice held no room for arguments, and even you knew better than to argue. 

Following her command, you sat. She sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in hers staring deeply into your cold eyes. She couldn’t figure out what you were thinking, your eyes now cold, a stark contrast from how they used to be. 

“Baby please, talk to me. I know something’s bothering you, please, just talk to me.” Mina softly begged, her thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand. 

“i- uh-“ As soon as you felt your resolve dropping by the slightest, it all came back in a flash. Her flirting with Sana, everything. You pulled your hand away from Mina, so fast one might’ve thought it was a burn. 

“I don't know what you’re talking about. You’re probably just imagining things.” You said standing up and attempting to walk away. 

“y/n please, i know something’s up.” Mina once again pleaded, grabbing your hand, stopping you from leaving

“Nothings fucking up. You’re literally making shit up, and fucking let go of me. You’re so fucking annoying.” You said once again ripping your hand away from Mina's grip.

This time Mina didn’t allow it, gripping your hand tighter in response to you trying to pull your hand away. She pulled you back onto the couch and this time she stood up. 

“Just tell me what's wrong, and stop giving me so much attitude! You’re not my teenage fucking daughter that im just gonna put up with this!” Mina yelled, angry at the words you were spitting at her. 

“I- i think we should break up.” you stuttered out, in hesitance averting your gaze from Mina’s. 

“No.” she said flatly

“W-what?” you questioned, the possibility of this response never crossed your mind. Your gaze shifted back to Mina, trying to gauge her feelings, you couldn't though. You couldn't figure out what was going on behind those dark eyes of hers. You felt the the tables had just been flipped, you were now in her shoes. On the receiving end of her anger.

“There won't be a breakup until you explain why.” Mina said in the most monotone voice you’d ever heard from her. 

“I just- i dont l-love you anymore.” 

“Stop lying, you aren't fooling anyone with that.” Mina said, a laugh accompanying her words, you could practically feel the condescension dripping off her words.

You could feel the suffocating feeling in your throat creeping in, why couldn't she just understand and leave you alone. “I dont- i dont love you anymore. Just let me fucking leave!” you yelled out the end, frustration overtaking you.

You could feel the tears forming, the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Not the good kind of butterflies though, the ones that came along with a feeling of dread, the ones that you hated. 

“Stop fucking lying and just spit it out! What is going on with you?!” Mina shouted at you. You felt incredibly small at her shouts, sure you had done the same, but you had always been overly sensitive. You could feel the water leaking out of your eyes before you knew it. 

Mina was being so mean to you, she had never raised her voice at you before. You had taken her kindness for granted and now you were faced with the opposite of it. “J-just l-leave me alone.” you hiccuped out, covering your face in embarrassment. 

Why did you have to cry now of all times? You cursed your body for giving this kind of reaction to her shouting.

“Baby, please. Just talk to me.” Mina said, much softer this time, wrapping her arms around you. 

You found yourself instinctively cuddling into her embrace, shaking in her arms. “Why should I even stay with you if you're just gonna leave me in the end?” you mumbled into her chest.

Mina’s eyes widened at this, she held your shoulders and pulled you away to look you in your eyes. “Why would you even think that?” Mina questioned, clearly taken aback by your assumption. Had she done anything to make you feel that way?

“You're just gonna leave me for a prettier girl like Sana when you get tired of me.” You mumbled, pushing yourself back into her chest, embarrassed for talking about your emotions. 

“Babe, Sana’s like my little sister. And why would I leave someone as pretty as you. I don't think anyone could even come close to you in terms of beauty.” Mina said, holding you tight and kissing your head. 

“I don't know, I just saw you with Sana and just I don't know, it made me realize that you're way out of my league and you could just- leave me anytime.” 

“But I don't wanna leave you for anyone. I love you not anyone else.” Mina softly whispered into your ear. 

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered out, pulling your head out of her chest to look in her eyes as you pouted. “I’ve been such a bitch to you. I don't know how you put up with me.”

“I’d rather fight with you all night than spend a peaceful night with someone else.” Mina whispered out before softly connecting your lips with hers.

You could only be left in awe at the fact that it was always you she chose. 

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Was it ever real? pt. 2

part one.

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Shauna Shipman x fem!reader

Genre: angst; smut; fluff.

Words: 8.2k+

Summary: part two of this imagine. your relationship with Shauna is all you could ever ask for but it’s starting to feel too good to be true.

Notes: sorry it took me forever to get this up, i was kinda lost on where i wanted to finish it but i hope you guys like what i chose. it feels a little rushed it’s because it was but i know you guys wanted this up so i tried my best.

not spell checked!

you were completely and utterly in love with Shauna Shipman. that wasn't a surprise to anyone who knew you, especially not to those who had known you before and after you started dating the brunette. she had you in her hold and you weren't sure you could ever pull away. not only did you not think you were capable of it, even if you were, you wouldn't want to. it was as if your whole world had changed. in no way had you had a sad life before her but having her in your life now just made you realize the beige filter on your life before then.

being in love with her was the greatest feeling you could've ever experienced. you didn't think you could ever love and gone in that way. Shauna had made sure of that since your first date.

New years had been the day that you told her. you'd known before then, possibly since the moment you laid eyes on her but it wasn't until the clock was counting down and there were screams and teens talking around you that you couldn't hold it in anymore. you were both in Lotties basement, your friends all around you while almost everyone had on some kind of new year prop on them, including you who had a black sparkly hat and Shauna who had on a purple bead necklace. the cheap ones that you'd find at the dollar store. her hands were on your waist, holding your body that was clothed with a sparkly red dress. your hair was curled and you had on a pair of black heels that made you Shaunas height. the brunette had on a dress as well, one that Jackie had told her to wear. you thought about telling her to wear whatever made her comfortable but you knew she'd just go along with Jackie anyway.

the whole night you spent it by her side, her arm around your waist that would only leave its place when it absolutely had to but not a second later it would be back. by the time it was a minute away from midnight, you were a little drunk you could admit but you were sober enough to know exactly what you were doing. the brunette didn't drink, she had driven you both there and she would be driving you home. as soon as Randy announced there was one minute left, you turned to look at Shauna and wrapped you arms around her neck.

the minute was spent with your eyes locked on hers. they were sparkling with the blinking colorful lights around the room. there was a loud countdown that was drowned out. you couldn't hear the wasted voices or the screams from your friends. it was just Shauna with her shy smile. your girlfriend who had been devouring you with her eyes all night. your girlfriend who looked at you with so much adoration that could practically make your heart explode.

3... 2... 1...

i love you. the words had left your lips in a whisper. even with the screams and cheers she heard you, that you knew for a fact. she blushed red and you'd never forget the smile that overcame her lips. her lips crashed down on yours in that instant, pouring out her answer. her lips were fast yet soft, there was so much emotion that it made you dizzy and light headed. she had to grip your hip a bit tighter when she pulled away to make sure you wouldn't fall.

and so she whispered the words back to you.

the hallways were crowded with talking teens who were either hanging by their locker or walking out of the school. the bell had rung signaling the end of class. typically you'd walk to soccer practice hand in hand with your girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen. Jackie had passed a note to you during English, it was from Shauna, you could tell by the handwriting.

meet me on the field after school

-Shauna<3

there was a sense of excitement bubbling inside of you. Shauna was sweet and loved to get you all kind of surprises. it seemed as if your words on your first date stuck with her since they were said. she'd get you flowers spontaneously, send you little notes during class or sometimes letters in your lockers. there was even a time during your period that she made you a basket of all your favorite candies and snacks and a teddy bear that smelled just like her. sometimes she'd even surprise you with dates, whether it was on a picnic or to a movie and dinner.

you were sure this would be something of the sort. what did weird you out was the fact that you hadn't seen any of your friends. usually if Shauna wasn't with you, they would be. you tried not to think about it too much as you walked toward the soccer field as fast as possible. it didn't take long for it to come into your sight. the sun was shinning brightly down on you so you had to squint and put your hand over them to block the sun. at first, you were too far away to see but slowly your eyes adjusted.

it was impossible to bite back the grin that broke out and the way a small gasp left your lips. once you saw your girlfriend looking at you with a shy smile and a poster in her hands, you practically ran to her. the rest of the team were around her, five of them holding up a sign with a huge letter scribbled on it.

P R O M ?

you didn't seem to be stopping as you ran to the brunette causing Shauna to drop her sign and flowers as she caught you in her arms. your feet were lifted off the ground as she caught you and spinner you slightly to catch her balance. you pulled away from her for a second to peck her lips repeatedly before you hugged her again. you could feel eyes on you which were no doubt from the rest of the soccer team which slowly made you realize that you had yet to give a verbal answer.

finally you pulled away from her and your feet landed on the grass. everyone was staring at you with a raised brow, complete silence overcoming the field. Shauna was still looking at you with that same shy smile causing yours to widen. you didn't give a verbal response at first as you picked her lips once, "yes!" you said before kissing her once more. the response causing the girls to begin to cheer loudly and soon after a hurdle of bodies tackled the two of you causing your teeth to clash and the kiss to stop.

it seemed as if the girls were more excited than both of you as they all began to cheer and jump as if they had just won nationals. when the girls had finally calmed down and gave you both space, Shauna bent down to grab the flowers and poster before she handed the lillie's to you and let you admire the poster better.

the record player in your room had a disc playing making the song echo throughout the room. the house was alone aside from you and your girlfriend. your parents had gone out of town for the weekend, initially it was supposed to be a family thing but it turned into a romantic getaway when you realized you could spend the weekend with your girlfriend instead of your disgustingly romantic parents. they didn't need that much convincing to let you stay which told you all you needed to know.

it was Saturday; Shauna and you had spent Friday at a party. Saturday morning was spent making breakfast - which was really lunch and watching movies. you were a bit hungover and neither of you felt like going anywhere. you wanted to take advantage of the empty house. your parents would always have you and Shauna in your living room and the one time she let her go in your room you had keep the door open. the only times Shauna could be in your room would be when you'd sneak her in but you had to be quiet otherwise your parents could hear considering their room was right beside yours. you knew for a fact, they'd be able to hear anything and everything. it was rather unfortunate how you had to find out of such thing.

once it started getting dark you ordered some food and spent some time talking about anything and everything. it was one of the things you loved about Shauna, she never ran out of things to talk about. it wasn't until about an hour after you ate dinner that the conversation turned into kissing. it was your plan to do so, while she ranted about her last game, you began to scoot closer and closer until your lips began to kiss her neck softly. she quickly got the hint after that.

it was how you landed in the position you were in now, her body on top of yours with her in between your legs. her lips were moving against yours hungrily. your knee was bent and she was running her palm up and down your thigh. every time she'd move her hand up, she'd move your shorts further up your body.

Shauna wasn't a virgin, she had told you that two months after you started dating. she had lost it during the summer before junior year. it was someone from another school, a jock, someone Jackie had introduced her to and practically pushed her into his arms. it wasn't horrible but if she could take it back she would. especially now. what she would give to share her first time with her girlfriend and not some douche who didn't bother to ask if she was okay when he finished.

the hand that wasn't on your thigh was cupping your jaw as she dominated the kiss. Shauna had never really been all that dominate throughout the relationship, most of the time you'd be the one leading her to where you want or telling her what you want but it was different then and there. she was the one caressing your skin without you moving her hand there, she was the one who laid you down and began to kiss you hungrily. it was obvious you were both impatient, having been together for almost six months without actually doing anything intimate.

Shauna was too shy to ever initiate it and you weren't exactly ready. although you never believed in the whole 'losing your virginity' hype, it still scared you. there were too many things to worried about and considering Shauna never pushed you, it just felt easier to wait.

you just couldn't wait any longer. the brunette moved her hand away from your jaw and moved it down your body until she reached the end of your shirt. she pulled away for a second, her eyes searching yours for some kind of consent. you smiled softly and nodded your head. that seemed to be enough for her as she leaned down to peck your lips before pulling away altogether. she began to pull the shirt over your head which made you sit up carefully. once it was off, she threw it on the floor beside her and leaned down to kiss you again.

this wasn't her first time seeing you in a bra, she had seen you changing in the locker rooms more than once but it was the first time you were both alone. Shauna bit your bottom lip softly causing a small noise to erupt from your throat. Shauna didn't make it obvious that she had heard you but she definitely had. you would've been able to tell by the smirk that flashed across her lips but you were distracted by the wet kisses that were being trailed down your neck. she was leaving marks, no doubt but you didn't care in that moment. your eyes were screwed shut as you tried not to make any embarrassing noises. the only reaction Shauna could feel from you was your hand gripping onto her hair tightly.

her lips didn't stop even when they were met with your bra. instead of waiting for her to ask for your permission, you arched your back and took the black laced bra off in a second. Shauna pulled away as you did so, her eyes not leaving yours until you threw the bra somewhere in the room. when it was off, her eyes trailed down your body until they reached your bare skin. you felt a sudden surge of shyness overcome you causing you to reach up and pull your girlfriend down by her neck. she didn't complain as her lips were back on yours.

as her wet lips moved against yours she reached down to take off her own shirt, she pulled away for a moment before leaning back down. you didn't have to open your eyes to know what her body looked like under the black shirt she was once wearing. her toned body was engraved into your memory. every time you made out, your hands would creep under her shirt to caress her toned stomach which you knew she loved. every little detail about her was in your head and you weren't sure it would ever leave.

the kissing alone was turning you on and you were growing impatient. you could feel the dampness in your underwear and a part of you wondered if she could feel you. that thought didn't linger though. sensing that Shauna wasn't sure enough to do so on her own, you grabbed her free hand and moved it down your stomach until it was inside of your shorts. she pulled away in that instant, her eyes searching yours carefully. the way she looked so concentrated and concerned made a small smile to form on your lips. you loved this about her. you just loved her.

her touch was a bit clumsy and you could practically feel her nerves radiating off her body. it made you frown, knowing neither of you were experienced and you knew all she wanted was to make you feel good. instead of voicing your reassurance, you searched for her eyes. once she finally locked eyes with you, a small smile formed on your lips and you leaned forward to kiss her softly. a whisper escaped your lips when you pulled away, "i love you."

your words were more than enough for her confidence to come back, "i love you too" she mumbled before leaning back down to kiss you passionately. with her lips on yours, you had almost forgotten her hand inside your shorts until she began to run her finger up and down your slit. you gasped softly at the touch, your back arching into her and your lips stopped moving against hers. she pulled away after that, her eyes showing nothing but concern, "are you okay? did i hurt you?" she asked worriedly.

you shook your head quickly, "keep going," you said and gripped the back of her neck tightly. she almost smiled at your reaction but held herself back. she began to grow more confident with every gasp and moan that rippled from your throat and when she felt you were wet enough, she pushed two fingers inside of you. the action caused you to pull away completely, a rather loud gasp leaving your lips. she froze instantly, her eyes searching yours to make sure you were okay. when you nodded at her, she took it as her hint to keep going. she moved in a slow pace at first, trying to get used to the feeling and listening to exactly what would make you react the most.

until you were growing far too needy, "faster," you whimpered, gripping at the back of her neck even tighter. she nodded and did as you said, her eyes trained on yours. as much as you tried to keep your eyes locked on hers, you couldn't control the way they snapped shut from the intensity of it.

she bit her lip as she thought of the advice Tai had given her. it was stupid, really. three months ago, while at a party Taissa made a sexual comment which made Shauna feel a bit intrigued. she had never been with a girl and neither had you meaning it was likely your first time would probably be a let down, something she didn't want. it made her seek advice from Tai, she was hesitant to do so, expecting the taller girl to laugh or tease but she didn't. in fact, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to help. maybe it was the fact that she had been in her same position before and she would've loved to have someone give her advice for her first time, she wasn't sure. but she did help Shauna and in this moment, she was racking back to all the points she had given her.

she had done pretty much everything, made sure you were turned on enough so it wouldn't hurt, went slow until you told her to speed up. the only thing she could think of were two things, hitting you at a certain angle which she can't quite find and another thing.

without a second though her fingers curled inside of you causing your eyes to open, "fuck," you moaned. she looked at you, waiting for your response. "keep doing that." you nodded making her chest swell with pride.

as she kept going, it began to grow harder for her to move in a steady pace. while she was thinking that she was hurting you, you began to feel a pressure in your lower abdomen that made your nails dig into the brunettes skin. you didn't have time to feel bad about it as a certain pump made your body climax. you moaned loudly, your back arching and your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. Shaunas face flushed at the sight, her movements not stopping as she tried to help your ride out of the high you were feeling.

when you finally landed back on earth, you gasped at her movements, far too sensitive. she got the hint when you reached for her hand so she'd stop. you looked blissed out, your eyes closed and your face flushed, all of it making Shauna feel more than confident.

the brunette grabbed her shirt along with your own. she put hers on and set yours on the bed for when you felt like it. once her shirt was on her body she laid down on the bed beside you, her body turned on her side so she was facing you. it took you a minute before you grabbed your shirt and slipped it on, then you turned on your side like your girlfriend had done.

"was that okay?" she asked shyly. her words made a smile breakout on your face.

"are you kidding? that was amazing" you confessed lovingly. you moved closer to her and placed your hand on the girls cheek softly. she smiled at the action and let your lips press against her own. it was soft and loving until she felt your hand start to wander down her body. she quickly pulled away.

"tonight was about you," she said, her big brown eyes showing nothing but adoration. you frowned.

"you don't want to?"

Shauna shook her head quickly, "of course i do," she reassured and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "but i wanted tonight to be all about you." she admitted. you nodded with a small smile.

"okay," you whispered. the brunette hummed and pulled you into her chest. you could hear how fast her heart was beating and it made your own heart beat at the thought. you loved her. more than anything and you were afraid you'd lose her somehow. even the thought made your stomach turn. how could you live without her? without her kisses and her hugs, without her brown eyes looking at you across the room. without her shy smiles and hearing how much she loves you. how could you live without Shauna Shipman?

"i love you," you whispered into the room, hoping those words would have the same affect on her as they always did on you. they did. you didn't miss the way her heart beat loudly against her chest as soon as those words were said.

"i love you too" she responded. if only she could hear the affect those words had on your heart.

she didn't feel the same. if only you had known the truth then. you wouldn't have been relieved that you spoke so loudly and you most definitely wouldn't have accepted her request. after hearing your secret, Jackie wouldn't leave her alone. she kept going on and on about how you were pretty and kind to her and you would make a great couple but all Shauna could think about was Jackie and Jeff. she didn't want you. it didn't click to her, not on the drive home and not during the three hour long conversation Jackie had with her in which all she talked about was the double dated the four could go on and all of the things that came with her best friend having a girlfriend. it did once she was getting ready to fall asleep. having you could distract her and she wouldn't be the only single one. she wouldn't have to feel the longing of wanting to have what Jackie had with Jeff. she would finally feel what being with another person and not being a third wheel was. you seemed to really like her and that would make anyone feel better about themselves and she didn't want to take that for granted.

so the next morning when she picked up Jackie to go to school, she told her that she'd take her advice and ask you out.

what had you just read?

it was just a rundown of what was written in that book. you left out the part on how she thought you were spoiled and how you got around the school. you left out the part in which she just wanted to feel loved.

how stupid could you be? how stupid could you be to believe that she would love you back? that you were lucky enough to have admitted to liking someone and that person liking you back?

you always protected your feelings, or at least you tried to. how did it not click that it was too good to be true?

the pain was unbearable. you couldn't even begin to explain what it felt like, even if you tried. was this a heartbreak? it was. Shauna Shipman had managed to be your first love and your first heartbreak all in the matter of six months.

you hadn't meant to read it. you didn't even mean to have found it. it was the morning after and Shaunas parents wanted her home so you went with her. your parents wouldn't be home til late that night and you didn't want to be alone. she was in the shower when you found it. you weren't looking for it, you weren't planning on reading it and you felt wrong to it. you just couldn't explain the need to, you couldn't explain the feeling in your chest that you had to read it. in the end, you were right. there was a reason you felt that urge, a reason you felt in your chest. it was to protect you. to protect yourself from looking stupid for any longer.

when you began to read it, you felt wrong doing it. you felt dirty and like it was an invasion of privacy. that didn't last longer than a second. you didn't read anything before the day she said yes, not wanting to invade her privacy to that extant. you just had to know what she felt the day that she accepted your outing.

you deserved to know. you deserved to know that she didn't love you. that she only used you. that you were just a joke to her. you deserved to know that you have yourself to someone who didn't deserve it. that you had reserved yourself for so long just to fall into her trap. fuck her.

the door opened behind you but you didn't flinch. your eyes were trained on the book on the desk in front of you. you didn't even turn when she spoke. "my parents are on their way home, they said they want us to go to lunch with them but only if your comfortable. they can be a little overwhelming" she admitted with a small chuckle. her words didn't register, you didn't have the mind to think about the fact that her parents were actually trying with you after telling their daughter that they wanted her to date a guy. they were never disrespectful or all that homophobic but they did express the fact that they wanted their daughter to be with someone that wouldn't cause others to hate her. you should've listened to them.

Shaunas brows furrowed in slight confusion at your lack of words. her mouth opened to speak but it shut just as quickly when you turned around, her diary in your hand.

"what is this?" you asked, eerily calm. Shauna looked confused at first, her eyes moved away from you and to the book in an instant before she looked at you once more. there was panic in her eyes and you didn't miss the way they glanced at it twice more before she finally took a step toward you.

she didn't get far, just enough so that she wasn't across the room from you. "you read my journal?" she asked, both hurt and panic written all over her features.

you scoffed in disbelief. "what the fuck is this Shauna?" you pressed, not at all caring what she to say about you. it didn't matter that you fucked up by invading her privacy, not in that moment.

at your angry tone and the anger swirling in your eyes, her panic officially set in. she had to fix it. "just let me explain," she said quickly, taking a step toward you but you flinched causing her to freeze in her spot. she had fucked up majorly. she knew that. god did she know that. it didn't matter what she said or did, you wouldn't forgive her and she couldn't blame you.

"no." you said firmly while holding your hand up so she wouldn't come any closer to you. "tell me what the fuck this is." the words were stern and your tone was harsh. they left a heavy tension in the air and they cut deep into Shaunas heart. you'd never been like this. never with her. there were barely any arguments and when there were, they were small and were resolved usually in the same day. this wouldn't be the same.

Shaunas eyes began to water and it was taking everything in you to not match her emotions. it was taking everything in you to remain angry instead of broken, to show that you were pissed off and not that you were feeling the heaviest heartbreak you've ever felt in your existence. "please," she said desperately, holding her hands together in front of her in an almost begging manner. "i-" as she began to speak you cut her off.

"you what? you were so fucking jealous of your best friend you decided you'd settle for me?" you clapped back. you knew your words would hurt and you accomplished it. you knew Jackie was always Shaunas biggest insecurity and you promised yourself to never use it against her and yet here you were, doing just that.

Shauna ignored your harsh words "please just let me explain" she repeated, hoping that you would just listen.

"explain what?" you chuckled dryly, "explain the fact that you used me?"

Shauna shook her head quickly, "at first," she said making you shake your head angrily but she didn't stop there. she was panicking to finish what she had to say or you'd leave. she knew you'd leave. "not after i realized how much i actually liked you" she tried but instead of making you feel some type of love, it made you feel angrier.

"when did you know?"

"y/n" she begged but you didn't budge.

"when did you fucking know Shauna." you snapped. you needed to know when her feelings changed. when she thought you were enough for her to love, if she ever even did love you. you needed to know when it wasn't just about her needing a lover and instead needing you.

the brunettes eyes shifted away from you and to the ground for a split second. "on our first date"

her words somehow made you angrier, you couldn't explain it. "don't lie to me!"

"i'm not!"

it was silent. you tried to process her words. she knew on your first date meaning she had only initially wanted to use you. was she even being honest? or was she just saying that to try and soothe things over? did she love you or did she still want someone to warm her bed? and after the anger came sadness. she used you. the girl you were oh so in love with, used you. it was after that in which your tears couldn't be stopped. not even if you tried. when Shauna realized your teary eyes, her heart dropped. she did this.

you shook your head, "i don't believe you," you said, a tear rolling down your cheek making you wipe it away furiously.

it made Shauna speak faster than her brain could process. "that day was everything to me. you made me feel a way i never had before. every time you looked at me i could feel it in my stomach, every time you would tell me about a 'friend' i just wanted that to be me. i wanted it to be me in your life. that's why i kissed you." she explained, hoping you would believe her. wishing you could understand how much losing you was scaring her.

that wasn't enough. it could never be enough. her words couldn't fix the betrayal you felt. her words wouldn't take away the fact that she only went out with you because she was alone and you were you as she put it. "fuck you" you spat, angrily wiping away all of your tears.

Shauna shook her head "please" she begged once more. she took a step forward, not caring that you were stepping away. she didn't stop until you were pressed against her desk but she didn't reach out to touch you, not able to go that far.

"no Shauna." you said pushing at her chest "fuck you! it was always real to me! i didn't have to hear you talk about some friend to know i liked you. you know how much last night meant to me, how much i wanted it to be with someone that loved me as much i loved them." you cried, your voice breaking at the end. her own eyes began to water at the sight.

"but i do! i love you!" she exclaimed, desperation dripping in her voice.

it could've been enough. it should have. but it wasn't. it just wasn't. "no you don't! i didn't have to force myself to like you! i just did! i fucking love you and that's me! not some fucking way to make myself feel better for always being in my friends shadow." you shouted, the words hurt her. you knew that. you intended that. you wanted her to hurt just as much as she had hurt you.

"you don't mean that." she shook her head, her face contorted in pain.

"i fucking do. we're over. leave me alone and don't you dare try to contact me again." you grit out and pushed the brunette completely off of your body. Shauna caught herself on the bed and watched as your stormed out of her room with tears streaming down your face and a broken heart.

cries could be heard throughout the house. your sobs echoed and they left everyone in the room with a heavy heart. your parents weren't home yet, you were thankful for that. you weren't sure what you would do if they were. they loved Shauna and you didn't want to tell them that you were wrong about her, she wasn't the sweetest girl in the world. she didn't deserve your love and you in fact couldn't be with her forever. what a funny thing. how funny of you to ever have thought that you could be with her forever.

"y/n/n" Lottie mumbled softly, her hand caressing your back in soothing circles. you couldn't feel it though, you couldn't feel anything but the pain in your chest.

"it's hurts so much" you cried into Lotties chest. your hand was clutching your shirt and your face was blotched and puffy by now. Taissa, on the other hand, was pissed. as soon as she heard Lottie tell her what happened, she threatened to go beat Shauna up but Lottie knew that was the last thing you wanted. Van was there too, on your  right with her hand on your shoulder to show you that she was there.

"i know." Lottie whispered softly. she didn't know. she didn't know what it was like to love someone that much. you were so in love that truthfully, no one believed that type of love even existed.

it did. to you.

Van looked at her girlfriend with a glare making the brunettes eyebrows furrow. the ginger girl rolled her eyes before motioning to you with her head. it was then that she understood what she meant. the brunette sighed softly and finally turned toward you. she took a step forward and bent down on one knee, her hands reaching for yours to get your attention. your red eyes turned toward her in slight confusion.

"she's not worth it, y/n" she said softly, expecting her words to bring you comfort but instead they made you cry harder and Lottie reached over to hit her arm with 'what the fuck' look. Taissa shrugged her shoulder holding her hands in confusion making Lottie shake her head. they seemed to have a silent conversation that was too loud and it was as if you could hear them.

"i love her" you cried, "she's my everything. she's literally the air i need to live and i feel like i'm dying," you continued. Taissa looked stunned by your words. her words weren't enough. nothing she could say would change your broken heart.

she nodded her head, "okay" she said lowly and stood up. you looked a little confused until you felt her pull you into her body into a tight hug. "im here. we're all here." she reassured.

but she wasn't here, and that's all you really wanted.

the change was hard. going from being with someone for six months straight and seeing them almost every day in those six months to avoiding her as much as you could was a lot. all you did was avoid her. you had classes together and in those classes you switched seats with whoever you were friends with in that class. you went from being lectured by your teacher in those classes for talking and laughing to being completely silent and paying attention to the class. your group of friends, or at least your old friends began to hang out with you again. even Mason began to talk to you again, thinking that in some magical way you were sad enough to rely on him. that would never happen.

you walked the halls with most of the cheer girls and some of the jocks, you went back to sitting with those friends at lunch too. you didn't have Shaunas hand to hold and she didn't hold your backpack and books as she walked you to your next class. everyday at lunch you watched the table you would sit at with Shauna. most of the time you would sit with Lottie, Taissa and Van but sometimes you would sit alone. those times, you spent it giggling and gushing with the girl, everyone else just disappeared.

Shauna didn't like your old friends and after sitting at the table just once she told you that she felt uncomfortable which started the day in which you avoided them as much as you could. you did everything for her. what a joke.

soccer was over so you didn't have to deal with seeing her everyday in the locker room or at practice. she had tried talking to you a couple of times but each and every time you would have a friend, whether they were the 'popular' ones who talked to you so you could ignore her or the three musketeers who would glare at her. there was an instance in which Taissa got a little too aggressive which just angered you. it was between you and Shauna and you didn't need anyone fighting your fights.

spending weekends with your girlfriend went to partying with your friends and crying in your room. your parents had noticed, it was impossible for them not to have noticed. the breakup hit you hard in more than one way and they were the first to notice. you barely ate, you were either never home and if you were, you'd spend it listening to music and crying your eyes out.

and just like that, a month had passed and it was prom. what was supposed to be a magical day with your girlfriend turned into going alone with people who didn't even know you. not really.

for what it was worth, Shauna didn't give up with a lack of trying. she'd buy you flowers and leave them on your locker or doorstep. she'd write you letters or notes but you never had it in you to read them. you just couldn't. nothing she could say could take away the embarrassment and humiliation you felt every time you thought about it.

the dress you had chosen for the night was black and long. it was tight against your body and it had a slit running up your left leg. your hair was curled and your makeup was light. you had arrived in a limo with your friends. you wanted to ride with Lottie but they had been so annoying that you couldn't say no. it's not like Lottie minded, Van and Taissa were going with her anyway.

unfortunately, you didn't take into account that Mason would be going with you and god did he not take no for an answer. he wasn't too touchy, he'd just put his arm around you or call you beautiful far too many times. not to mention the fact that all he did was talk about how you were single now and so was he. why couldn't he take the hint? you weren't interested in him or anyone else for that matter. you loved Shauna and you weren't sure if that would ever change.

at some point you detached from the group and went to your other friends, who were all more than happy to see you. originally, you didn't want to go, not without the girl that you loved but they had been the ones to convince you to go. there was no point in mourning alone when you could be doing it with your friends, maybe even getting drunk. that sounded amazing. getting drunk and forgetting about everything you had gone through.

until your eyes landed on her. until you saw the girl of your dream standing across the room from you in her beautiful dress. it was dark green and long and it outlined all of her curves. she looked perfect. in they eyes of a goddess, she was perfect. every inch, every little part about her would put angels to shame. and when you saw her, it was as if the air had been knocked out of your body. it was as if you had been smacked in the back and you had to recover from such a harsh blow. the brunette was beside Jackie and Jeff who were too engrossed with each other to even look at her. until her eyes finally found yours.

it was the first time she had seen you that night and it showed. in the way her face turned red and the way her eyes widened and they raked down your body over and over again. you were beautiful in her eyes and the sad part was, you believed that. even though you wished you didn't, you knew she loved you in the end. it was impossible to fake something to that extent. but it didn't change the fact that she only saw you as a tool in her plot at the beginning, it didn't change the fact that you weren't sure you could ever trust her again.

as much as you felt love, you felt heartbreak and watching the way she looked at you with nothing but love, just broke you even more. instantly your eyes looked away from the brunette and you tried to focus on whatever it was Taissa and Lottie were talking about.

but even then you could feel the way your heart was constructing against your chest, the way your breathing was growing labored and the way all of your muscles tensed. it was too much. you couldn't be there, it didn't matter what your friends had said over and over again, you couldn't be in the same room as her and not feel how much love you have for her.

"im gonna get some air" you rushed out as quickly as you possible could before turning your body and leaving before anyone could stop you. Taissa and Lottie were about to chase you but they were stopped by Van who saw the way Shauna had started to rush out the door the second you looked away.

"Van-" Taissa snapped, about go off on her girlfriend for stopping her but the ginger girl shook her head.

"let them. they have to talk about it" she said.

Lottie sighed heavily, "she's right."

by the time you made it passed the doors, Shauna was hot on your heel. "y/n!" she said loudly, trying to get your attention.

all you could do was shake your head. "no." you said, tears already building and making your eyesight blurry. you couldn't do this.

"please." the brunette begged, you could hear the desperation in her voice but you couldn't. you just couldn't. your body turned and you were met with an equally upset Shauna.

"i can't." you shook your head. "i can't, Shauna" you replied with a trembling jaw. she looked like she wanted to take a step forward but she stopped herself from doing so, afraid you'd run away.

"im sorry. please know i'm sorry." she begged.

her words didn't help, in fact they only made your pain worsen. "how am i supposed to forgive you? how am i supposed to ever trust you again?" you cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.

Shauna shook her head. "i'll do anything. you know i will. just tell me what i can do to make this better." she cried. could she make this better? could anything in the world fix the humiliation you felt when you read that book?

you weren't sure anymore but you didn't have to think about it because you were being saved by an unlikely hero.

the black beat up car rolled up beside you and the passenger door window opened to reveal a blonde with smudged liner and an unlit cigarette in her hand. "everything good?" she asked, her eyes darting between each girl.

"can you take me home?" you rushed out before Shauna could answer for you. the blonde looked a bit surprised at first, you two weren't exactly friends.

"uh.." she trailed off about to say no but when she saw how desperate you were, she sighed. "get in." she said motioning to the back door. you didn't have to be told twice.

as soon as you stepped inside your bedroom door, you took off your dress and threw your body onto the bed. you were drained, emotionally, mentally and physically. you knew going was a bad idea but you let yourself be swayed by the three people who convinced you to go to school that day. maybe if you would have said no, Shauna wouldn't have the opportunity to ask you out. maybe she would've backed down. maybe your heart wouldn't be torn in two.

of course, your conversation in the parking lot wasn't enough for the brunette. she couldn't let you go. not then and not ever. she loved you too much and she knew you loved her too. she'd never experienced such a feeling and she was sure she'd never be able to again.

so she did exactly what you told her during your first date. did the only thing that could maybe make you realize she did love you. that she made a mistake and that everyday from the day she wrote that stupid entry, she wished she could take it back.

the song was low at first, just a soft humming that could be confused with a car driving past with loud music. until the song grew louder to the point in which it caught your attention. it was close to your house. your brows furrowed and you slowly lifted your face that was buried deep into the pillow. your makeup was smudged and you could feel the stickiness of your mascara along with tears on your face.

considering how you looked, you wanted to ignore it but it was getting hard to the longer they stayed. it was someone who obviously wanted someone’s attention, you just weren’t who yet. with an eye roll, you got up from your bed and went to your mirror first so you could wipe away the smudged mascara and wipe away the still wet tears that were falling. when you thought you looked okay or at least not completely and utterly broken, you went to your window and pulled back the curtains.

the sight before you was something you most definitely weren’t expecting. anything but that. maybe some annoying kids playing music too loud or a neighbor with their radio on but never would you have imagined to see your ex girlfriend standing in your front lawn with a boombox above her head. anything but that.

suddenly nothing mattered and suddenly she hadn’t broken your heart. she wasn’t Shauna Shipman, the ex that had completely destroyed you and any chance at wanting to fall in love. she wasn’t the one who wrote those things in her diary but instead the one who kissed you in her car. the one who would hold your hand in class when you’d get anxious, the one who’d stay sober when you’d drink, who would let you fall asleep first so you didn’t feel alone, the one who would let you put your legs under hers even though she hated it. the Shauna that you fell so utterly in love with.

without a chance to second guess yourself, you turned away from the window and ran out of your room. your hurried footsteps echoed throughout the house making your dad ask what the commotion was about. you didn’t even think to answer as you reached the front door and whirled it open making a gush of wind enter the house. it didn’t matter that you were shoeless and that you were letting her in again. it didn’t matter because she was Shauna, your Shauna.

the brunettes eyes widened when she saw you rush out of the house and she quickly dropped the boombox as you ran toward her. it was like deja vu as she caught you in her arms. you did the thing you had been wanting to do since you broke up, the thing you dreamed of. your lips crashed down on hers in a passionate, love filled kiss.

it dripped with emotion, with sadness, ache, longing but overall love and adoration. each of you loved each other so passionately that you couldn’t stay away. not for a moment longer. it was easy to say you’d never let her in again but seeing her there, doing the thing you told her you’d always wanted, you couldn’t resist. this was Shauna, even if she was also the one who wrote those things in her journal, it didn’t change the fact that you fell in love. it just didn’t.

tears began to fall once more causing you to pull away. Shauna had a matching expression and you could feel those tears on your lips. “im sorry.” she said quickly. “im so sorry, i never meant to hurt you and i promise i’ll never do it again. i promise-”

you shook your head and leaned down to kiss her gently. when you pulled away, the brunette finally set you down on the ground and you took advantage of it to wipe away her tears with your thumb. both of your hands were holding her face gently. “i know. i know you are and i know it won’t be easy to get over it but i want to try. i want to try for us.” because losing her hurt way more than loving her and you couldn’t put yourself through that any longer.

you couldn’t explain it and maybe a lot of people wouldn’t understand it, including your friends but it didn’t matter. Shauna Shipman was a good person, a good girlfriend and someone worthy of love and forgiveness. you just couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from her any longer. not now and scarily enough, maybe not ever.

“i promise you everything i’ve said is real. i promise my love for you is real. it was always real.” Shauna said, her eyes still watering. neither of you knew if it was from sadness or love or maybe both. maybe it was sadness you felt of being away from the person you loved so much.

your lips quirked into a gentle smile at her words, “i love you.” you said softly. Shaunas lips matched yours and you felt the way she pulled you into her by your waist, this time not waiting for you to initiate it.

“i love you so much more.” she responded before you felt a pair of soft lips come crashing down on your own.

you’d be okay.

[tonkatsubowl]

oh my god oh my god i love your yandere reader stuff so so much can you pretty pretty please do one for welt and gallagher OR OR like expand on the dan heng one like how the express would handle the reader OHHH MY GOD im obsessed w your stuff xoxo

hii! i actually made one for welt, dan heng and blade a while back. here you go!

omg i lied to u i didn't write one for welt... i'll write one soon

i'll write gallagher for you ❤️

for the longest time, gallagher had to hide you away from the public due to your obsessive behavior.

the man was a busy working dog. he was constantly out doing his security duties, and on his free time, he'd pay a visit to some bars, get drunk and wander off to his home. however, when you came long, he got to know you, insistent that you were a good person at heart... until you fell in love with him.

you became obsessive, possessive, and you even stalked him constantly. there were several murders that occurred on the streets of penacony, but gallagher didn't have the heart to make an arrest on you. he knew it was out of jealousy and for your love for him, but you were insane. out of control, and extremely dangerous. the family wanted to use you as their advantage as their little guard dog, but they misunderstood how dangerous you can be. not towards just yourself, but to the family, and to everyone else around gallagher.

so he decided to keep you on a leash and collar, metaphorically. he doesn't trust you to be by yourself. who knew who's life would be on the line? his could be there, too, if he wasn't careful enough.

there could be times where you actually did do well. you wouldn't try to bring out your weapon for every time someone had looked at gallagher a flirtatious way, or if some random penconian prostitute tried to persuade him to bed her for some change in exchange.

so, the one day you did well, he decided to take you out to a bar.

from there, he ordered you something nice to drink, and nothing intoxicated just in case. he sat next to you, drinking his own, conversing with the bartender. he would glance at you several times to see your facial expression or body language to read you... and so far, everything was well. you didn't display any form of jealousy, and you were well. he internally sighed with relief, grateful that he could rely on you behaving for once.

but he clearly underestimated you.

you were seething with jealousy, and rage. you hated how the bartender was a bit flirtatious towards gallagher. so, you decided to excuse yourself.

"excuse me." you say, nodding your head to gallagher. "i just need to use the restroom."

gallagher nods, unaware of your schemes, letting you leave.

the bartender, a moment after, decided to excuse herself as well, for she needed to use the restroom. an unfortunate action from her end, for she would quite literally... meet her end.

moments later, gallagher became dreadful, and worried. where did you go? why hasn't the bartender returned yet? that was when realization struck him through the gut.

he got up, grabbing his cigarette and popped it into his mouth before he went out on a search for you. there was nothing in the bathrooms (he even checked both restrooms), and nothing outside. but he had forgotten to check the alleyway, which he was met with a gruesome scene.

he was already used to seeing all the sights you granted him, and he was already unfazed by the bartender's frame, repeatedly struck by your weapon.

you laughed, laughed and laughed before quickly falling silent when gallagher called out to you. "(y/n)," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, "that's enough."

you breathed, looking towards your lover, a smile innocently tugging at the corner of your lips. graciously, you moved towards him, embracing your lover with arms. as though nothing had occurred, you joyously bounced on your heels.

"gallagher! gallagher! look, look. i got rid of her for you! she was really wanting you!"

the man sighed, puffed out some smoke, and ruffled your hair. if he showed some sort of disinterest or disgust, it was his life.

"... i see."

it was all he could say.

[somewhereincairparavel]

okay. So I've finished book 1 of keeper of the lost cities for the first time. And I'm loving this keefe dude already?? Like I never thought I'd like a fictional character so quickly. All it took was like one page for me to fall for him, I am aware that keefe is one of the most loved characters in the fandom, and I can see why (correct me if I'm wrong).

Also the book is a solid 9.5/10, the only thing I was frustrated about was probably the slight info dumping about the whole blackswan thing towards the end? because it took me like 3 reads to understand the whole situation, of course, we could just narrow it down to me being slow too, lol. But I'm VERY excited to continue reading the rest. So while we're at it, I'll put in my first impressions of the characters, so I can look back on it after I've read all the books, to see how much my perception has changed of them.

Sophie- i like her, she's really mature for her age, I keep forgetting that she's like 12 lmao. But she's well written, her emotions seem very raw and natural. Of course, she may seem overpowered but, I think that's the whole point of the story, she is supposed to be overpowered, so I don't mind and i wouldn't call her a Mary sue. Overall great protagonist, my girlie deserves a break tho, she got dumped in the hospital atleast 6 times lol.

Fitz- i actually think he's cool. I liked him better in the beginning of the story tho, I feel like afterwards, the dude kinda just disappeared a little? Keefe and Sophie seemed to have more private interaction than those two, and keefe literally only came by in the middle. But yeah, I feel like he had more of a personality in the start. Keefe and Dex, in my opinion had more personality in 5 minutes than fitz did the whole book, but I wouldn't judge so quickly, it's only the first book after all, Hopefully he'd have more page time in the later books. I still like him tho, just not as much as keefe.

Dex- Yeah he is such a typical best friend, I love him. His beef w the vackers is so funny lol I was relieved when Sophie stuck with him even after she became popular tho, also, he seems to have a crush on sophie right? It's kinda obvious, but overall friendship goals 10/10. I vocally "AWW-ed" after he said "are you kidding, i can't wait to tell everyone that you're my first friend" like I need a guy bestie like him :(

Alden- honestly, my heart warmed so much with his father-like dynamic with sophie tbh. He seemed to genuinely care about her well being, but I don't want to get too attached to him tho, just in case becomes a traitor or some shit later on, you can literally never tell with the adults lol. I've read enough books to back that up. But yeah, i really like him and della, the amount of reassuring hugs he gives sophie really heals me :(, They're like sophies 2nd (well, in her case, 3rd) parents. The amount of effort and lengths Alden put to get her out of trouble is actually sweet.

Elwin- This guy is such a W. He is like an adult keefe tbh. He is probably my favorite adult so far lol.

Cassius- I'm sorry, but Mr jerk face over here reminds me SO much of Lucius Malfoy??? Like ?? I feel so bad for Keefe, like poor baby leave him alone smh. I really wanna deck his royal highness in the face tbh.

Biana- absolutely loathed her in the beginning, she gave off such bad snob vibes lol but I love her now. I like the trope of two people forced to be friends w eachother by someone actually end up becoming friends. It's rather uncommon as far as I've read, atleast.

Grady and Edaline- is it bad that i thought they were going to be evil? Yeah I have so much trust issues, it's concerning. But yeah, they're both big W's, their backstory, their temporary contemplation to reject sophies adoption, everything aligned well with their backstory. Greatly written characters.

And last but not least, the king himself, Keefe- okay, he's like added to my list of fictional crushes now lol (along with Percy Jackson, Jason grace, Steve Harrington, chat noir, Eugene fitzherbert, edmund pevensie and Ravi singh ofc). How does sophie not have a fat crush on him, like- ma'am if you don't want him, I'll take him. But jokes aside, he feels like the most authentic character out of them all, tbh. Epitome of great writing. He was inserted to the story as this random dude that sophie runs into, and becomes an og in like 5 minutes. He is like a mix of Eugene from tangled, Kristoff from Frozen and chat noir from mlb all at the same time?? I cannot wait to see more of him and his backstory, especially with his parents. I know alot of people dislike the humorous guy with depression trope since it's overused, but I like how it played out on keefe, he uses school as an escape, which is very relatable.

Also, bonus, i LOVE the world building, the light leaping and all, very creative. I cannot wait to get my hands on book 2