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two-bit-socrates · 2 years ago
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Joshua Graham: *quoting a psalm about children being murdered and being weird about it*
Me, Courier Six, high on tea and looking for a bear: Dude I do NOT have time for your bullshit. I need to appease a bear spirit I think.
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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months ago
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over the clouds
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warnings: pregnancy, flying on a plane, established relationship, protective!rafe, some anxiety from rafe about reader being pregnant, illusions of sex but nothing happens
“rafe.” you say gently, placing your hand on his chest. “im only 20 weeks, don't you think this is a bit of an overreaction? the flight is only three hours.” 
“probably.” rafe smiles, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips, pressing kisses against your fingertips.
“you're ridiculous.” you roll your eyes, a smile taking over your face as well.
“im being extra safe.” rafe grabs your suitcase, only packing a duffel bag for himself for your short vacation to the bahamas.
he continues to cross the tarmac, the nurse he hired to join you on the flight following close behind. you know it will help settle rafes nerves about you traveling while pregnant, so you don't continue to push.
you're surprised rafe let you out of the house at all, he's always been a protective boyfriend, putting you first at every moment, but when you became pregnant, his protectiveness took on a whole new level you didn't know existed.
“let me help you up the stairs.” rafe sets your bags down, hands coming to your waist as he follows closely behind you until you're inside of the private plane that rafe bought specifically to take you on vacations to the caribbean.
“thanks.” you giggle, deciding not to mention that you have stairs at tanneyhill that you climb up and down every day.
you settle into your seat, rafe joining the crew in buzzing around, the crew getting the plane ready for takeoff and rafe getting you ready with anything you could ask for before you even open your mouth.
you've got your seat reclined halfway so your feet can be up, the l&d sat directly behind you. a glass of cold water is placed in your hand and multiple kisses are pressed into your face and hair by rafe.
“takeoff in five.” rafe says to you, relaying the message just said over the intercom.
“okay.” you laugh. “thanks.” 
rafe takes his seat across the aisle from you, briefly regretting buying a plane that required you to be sat apart, but he knows it's only for a short duration.
you place your hand on your stomach as the tires start to move against the runway, making sure your seatbelt is below your belly.
“everything okay? is he kicking?” rafe questions.
“nope.” you shake your head. you've had a couple kicks but rafe hasn't been fast enough to feel one. “im fine. baby is fine. just preparing for takeoff.”
“okay.” rafe hums, keeping his eyes on you instead of out the window as the plane lifts off the ground. as soon as he's able to, he unbuckles and crosses the aisle, sitting on the arm of your chair as he dotes over you, pushing your hair out of your face and bringing the glass up to your lips to take a sip so you don't even have to raise your arm.
you let out a yawn, flights always making you tired, even short midday ones like this.
“nap time.” rafe declares, helping you recline your seat the rest of the way back before grabbing a blanket from the overhead bins and draping it over you.
you close your eyes as you let out another yawn, relaxing into the plush seat, glad you're not cramped in a tiny public airplane.
“it's safe for her to nap while we are in the air right?” rafe whispers to the nurse, hoping you don't hear.
“yes.” she chuckles, an older woman who says she's birthed thousands of babies.
“okay.” rafe nods. “thanks again.”
“honey, you're paying me to go on a two week vacation. no thanks needed.”
you miss the rest of their conversation as sleep overtakes you.
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you let out a whine as you wake up, instantly throwing the blanket off of you and standing up so fast you get slightly dizzy.
“baby?” rafe is up in seconds, holding onto your hips as you begin to walk.
“im about to pee my pants!” you squeal and rush into the tiny bathroom, shutting the door right in rafes face although you're certain he would have crammed himself inside too if given the option.
you finish your business and come out with a frown on your face.
“i still feel like i gotta go.” you tell rafe as he walks you back down the aisle to your seat.
“that's the baby.” the nurse pipes up from behind you. “probably pressing on your bladder. he'll readjust and the feeling will go away.”
“oh.” you hum, patting your tummy. “move it, baby. you're making me uncomfortable.”
rafe kneels between your legs, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your hip, but not before pushing up your shirt to reveal your bump.
“come on, son.” rafe says in a soft voice. “be nice to your mama.”
you giggle as rafe presses his cheek into your skin, your eyes closing as you relax again.
you're guessing you're close to your destination and you're excited to land and go to the beach house your father passed down to you, buying his own bigger one on the other side of the island, always investing into new properties. 
they pop open when you feel the little foot pressing against your skin.
“rafe!”
“i felt it.” rafe looks up at you, wonder in his eyes as he presses his hand to the same spot his cheek was just resting on.
it's another minute before your baby kicks again, right against the warmth of rafes hand.
“hello baby.” rafe says, tears welling up in his eyes as he presses his lips to your tummy. “im here. daddys here.”
you bend down to give rafe a kiss, needing your lips against his as a tear slips down his cheek.
“you're gonna be the best dad ever.” you tell rafe. you never imagined when you started dating in high school that this is how your relationship would end up, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
“only because ive got the best girl to help me.” rafe kisses you deeply, moving to his feet to bend over and give you a proper kiss.
“woah there.” you giggle, pulling away. “wait until we get to the house.”
“what, don't wanna join the mile high club?” rafe grins, and you'd probably let him take you right there if it wasn't for the nurse clutching her pearls right behind you.
sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0
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mooodyblue · 9 months ago
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Hiiii I’m having a hard time with anxiety tonight bc I have emetephobia (fear of vomit) and I’m feeling nauseous
Could I request cg!e with little!reader who has emetephobia a and she’s REALLY NAUSEOUS so she’s losing her mind with fear and anxiety so bad she can’t stop shaking, she wants to curl in a ball and daddy really is trying yo comfort her?
I hope I gave you enough detail !!! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
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a/n: sorry this took me forever to write. ty for the request!
pairing: elvis x little!gn!reader
wc: 891
warnings: vomit mention, no actual vomiting involved
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elvis knew he messed up the moment he rented out a ranch too far from graceland, especially when he was the one doing the driving and you would be in the passenger seat. you didn't do well with long car rides, he learned that the hard way. but his stubborn self rented it out not knowing how far it was. he got it just for the two of you, and now he didn't even know if you'd make it there.
the reality of it all didn't hit him until thirty minutes in to the drive. he glanced over at you waking up from your nap, your arms stretching over your head as you glanced out the window. "still not there?" you asked with a pout on your face.
"no, baby. we still got a bit of time to go." he sighed. "you want a snack? how 'bout some juice?"
"no, i'm okay." you shook your head, facing forward and watching the clouds from the windshield.
some time when by when you began to get antsy, tired of sitting in the same seat for so long. you knew you sometimes got motion sickness, but always tried to take something beforehand to stop it. you turned your head to look at elvis, already feeling a little woozy. "did you bring my pills?"
he bit his lip nervously before giving you a quick glance then back at the road, "no, baby. i'm sorry. i completely forgot."
"oh. okay." you replied nervously. "that's okay."
of course, it wasn't okay. the more he drove, the more you felt yourself begin to get nervous. your body felt weird, there was the queasiness in your stomach, yet your heart felt like it was going at a million beats per hour. you wanted the feeling to pass so badly. your legs bounced up and down nervously, picking at your nails and trying to not think about the odd sensation in your stomach.
elvis noticed, glancing at you. "what's going on? you alright? need me to pull over?"
you wanted to say yes, yes, yes. but you didn't want to go off schedule if elvis had one. "baby, talk to me." he said, interrupting your thoughts and setting a hand on your knee.
"i don't feel good, daddy. i-i don't wanna get sick. i don't...." your eyes started welling up with tears. "don't wanna puke, daddy. i don't wanna."
his heart dropped, unsure of what to do. he knew how you got whenever you felt sick. anytime he, or anyone he knew was about to get sick—they'd be out of the house or he'd make sure you were in the other room. even then, he knew you couldn't stop thinking about the fact someone near you was still getting sick despite being away from it all.
it was worse when it was you. you can't escape from yourself.
"alright, alright. take a deep breath, honey." he said softly, his hand moving to rub at your back. "we'll figure this out. i'm gonna pull over at this lil' gas station and let you take a breather."
you were in tears, hiccuping and fighting off that awful urge to puke—your hands shaking and body trembling as you tried to let that feeling pass. you shook your hands at your sides to try and soothe yourself as elvis pulled into the parking lot, quickly getting out and heading over to your side. he knealt down as he opened the passenger door, taking your hands. "baby, hey. look at me." he looked right into your eyes, "i know you don't wanna get sick. if you need to, then just do it. it's scary, i know. but sometimes your body can't control it."
you let out a soft cry, squeezing at his hands. "i don't wanna."
"i know, baby. god, i know." his tone was sympathetic, doing his best to soothe you in the best way he can. "you wanna sit for a minute and let it pass? i'll go inside and see if they got somethin' for your poor lil' tummy."
you really didn't want him to go, but you took it like a champ and nodded, sniffling and sitting in the car with your stomach churning and head pounding. elvis returned as quickly as he could, hopping back into the driver seat and taking out a couple pills for you. "here," he opened your hand and dumped them into your palm. "these outta make you feel a little better, we can sit here till you feel comfortable again. that sounds alright?" he asked, handing you a tiny juice pouch.
his heart truly ached for you, he hated seeing you like this and always wished he could take that fear away from you, but he understood it was just something you couldn't control or get over.
he smiled as you took the two pills, finishing off your juice and nodding. "thank you, daddy. 'm sorry." you said shakily, wiping at your eyes.
"honey, don't even be sorry." he frowned. "i'm the dummy who forgot your pills. i bought a few extra just in case those wear off. you gonna be okay, lil'?"
"can we wait a little longer before you start drivin' again?" you nervously asked.
he gave you a soft smile, petting at your hair. "of course, sweetheart. of course."
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teenagedirt · 2 years ago
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kissing in cars (2)
Vic x female reader
Chapter 2- feelings
I watch her as she sets down her bag and steps out of her shoes "Hey vic?" She asks looking at me as she walks into our kitchen. "Yeah?"I call out from the couch "do u want a snack, you didn't eat at the Cafe" she asks and I smile to myself. I love how concerned she us about me,how she thinks about me all the time. "Nah,I'm good" I reply. I hear he laugh, I love her laugh I always have. She is so insecure about it but honestly it's one of my favorite things about her. Apart from her eyes. The way she looks at me makes me melt,the way her y/e/c (your eye color) eyes sparkle always makes me smile, even when I'm at my lowest. I snap out of my thoughts when she sits next to me with two personal sized goldfish bags. "You need to eat sir, and I don't want to hear that I'm okay shit" she says playfully shoving the goldfish in my hands. I laugh quietly. "Thank you darling" I see her. blush. I am so in love with her but I feel like she doesn't feel the sam about me. "hey,Vic can we talk" she asks bringing her legs to her chest. I take a deep breath and turn to face her. "Yeah of course, what's up" I ask, hoping that she hasn't suddenly has found someone for her and doesn't want me to call her darling anymore. "I, uh have a question. And when I ask it I need you to promise me you will not question why I ask until you answer it." She swallow hard and her eyes are clouded with tears. "I promise, I could never do that,you mean everything to me. You've been here for me since highschool,you've helped me through the hardest breakups,I doubt a question will break our bond" I grab her hand. A tear slides down her face. "Why do you call me darling? It's killing me Vic" she says as she breathes heavily and she starts to cry Gcold icy tears. "I don't know,it just feels right" I reply staring into her eyes. I squeeze her hand so she's knows I won't leave her, I will never leave her side I love her too much for that. "Vic" she whispers as she starts to sob. I pull her into a tight hug while rubbing her back softly. "Shhhh baby it'll be okay" I whisper,burying my face into her neck. Her breathing slows and she pulls away from me. "I am so madly in love with you" she pauses "you mean so much to me, Vic, please tell me you feel the same, please don't tell me I've just made a fool of myself infront of the man I'm so in love with." She chokes out before closing her eyes and letting her tears leak out slowly. "Darling, I love you too but I'm not sure if I'm ready, I'm so in love with you but I'm so worried I'll disappoint you, my love please don't be upset with me" I say before breaking into tears myself. "I could never be upset with you" she says cuddling up to me. I sit there trying to process what just happened. When I hear light snoring. I look down and see she has now fallen asleep. I smile to myself. I try to shimmy out from beneath her but she grabs my shirt and mumbles stay. So I then close my own eyes and hold her close and drift into sleep. *time skip* "HEY GUYS" Tony yells waking me,and making y/n stir in her sleep a bit. I rub my eyes. I give Tony a tired smile, then I point to y/n to signal not to yell anymore. "Shit sorry dude" he says running his hand through his hair. "It's fine" I say back. Y/n wakes up and smiles at me. "Hi" she says before snuggling back into me. Tony mouths to me that he will leave us alone, then leaves the apartment. The only thing I could think about was y/n and how she said she was so in love with me. If only I didn't feel the way I do about myself. I know deep down I will not disappoint her but, it's a fear I've had for a very long time.
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skylar19737 · 2 years ago
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My Broccoli Boy- Izuku Midoriya
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Warnings: Angst/hurt, Katsuki, some cursing, comfort, and a whole bunch of FLUFF. Fem!reader, Hope ya like it (ФωФ) WC: 1.8K~
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Izuku's POV:
"Y/n? Are you in there?" I ask through Y/n's door. She almost always sleeps through her alarms, so normally, I would have to go to her dorm and wake her up.
"Baby?" I ask again, getting no response. I test to see if the handle is unlocked, then open the door and walk into her room to see she's not in it. I glance into her closet, which is currently lacking a uniform. "Huh, I guess she's already in class." I close the door behind me as I walk out of the room.
Once I make it in the classroom, I see Mr. Aizawa talking with Y/n. It took a few minutes, but once he finished, I walk over to my seat and sit next to her. "Hi, you're here a bit earlier than usual today." I say, looking at her intently. She seems a bit off for some reason. "Yeah, my mom wanted to talk to Mr. Aizawa about my progress. She wasn't too excited with my results of last weeks training exercise and was furious. She threatened to pull me out of school if I didn't get my 'head out of the clouds,' or so she says." That explains a lot. She looks so "After school, come up to my dorm, okay? I have something to give you." I say, giving her a warm smile. "Alright." She says, now focusing on the paper in front of her.
<<<Time Skip>>>
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Y/n's POV:
After a few hours, school ended. Now, I can finally figure out what Izuku wants to give me. As I'm walking down the stairs, my knees buckle, making me fall to the ground. This was my moms fault. I have been overworking myself by doing an extra 6 hours of training with Katsuki just to get her to leave me alone. Trying to juggle classes, training, and working for my mother is overwhelming me. Now, she's pushing me even harder because my grades aren't high enough for her, even if I've been maintaining the number three spot in all of my classes.
Gripping the railing, I pull myself up and continue my way to the dormitory.
Izuku's POV:
"Alright, I'm done!" I say, positioning the last blanket across the top and completing the fort. I'm doing this for her because I can tell she's been overworking herself. I've noticed how her usual cheerful smile hasn't been reaching her eyes, how she and Kacchan have been walking into the dorms right before curfew looking exhausted. Just a few days ago, she was struggling to stay awake in the middle of class, so I asked Kacchan how long she's been training with him. Luckily, he didn't try to hit me when I did, but even he looked worried about her. It only made sense for him to worry. The three of us have been friends since we were little after all.
He told me that she hasn't been functioning properly and because her quirk demands her to be mentally stable. It's making it difficult for her to focus fully during training. Not only that, but he said when he goes to her house, her mom is rude and aggressive towards Y/n. It scares me not knowing what's going through Y/n's head right now. Honestly, it's starting to worry me. How could it not? She means too much to me to just let her suffer by herself. She always helps me with things, like when I get anxious about something regarding my quirk. Or the time Kacchan and I fought after curfew, and she followed us to try and break it up. She has done so much for me. It's time that I help her.
I hear a knock at my door and walk over to open it. "Hey, Kacchan!" I say, in an enthusiastic tone. "Hey, you damn Deku. I brought some food." He responds. He's unusually calm today, I'm not complaining, but I wonder why. He opens the bag from the convenience store in his hand to reveal a ton of spicy food and my favorite meat buns. "A lot of spicy food you've got here..." Kacchan explodes, "Well, what the he'll else would I bring, dumbass! Take your damn meat buns." I've never really been one for spicy food, but it's pretty much the only thing the two of them 5 I compromise. "Thank you! Y/n should be here in a bit." I say, grabbing the bag. "The hell's wrong with you?" I let out a sigh. "It's nothing, Katsuki." A blonde eyebrow cocks up in disbelief. "As if I'd believe that, you never say my name out of nowhere." There's a few beats of silence before I muster up enough courage to answer.
"I'm just worried about Y/n. She needs my help, but I can't give it to her because she keeps refusing and saying that she's okay when we know damn well that she's not. I have to talk to her mom or something. I just want her to be okay." I say, looking down as I start to tear up. "You better not start crying, you dumbass. She'll be fine, I already went with the old hag to Y/n's house to beat some sense into her mom." He said, smirking. "Besides, I refused to keep training all those extra hours with her when I went. She'll be okay. We just need to comfort her and help her recover. She's one of my best friends and your girlfriend, as long as we're here, she's gonna be fine, Deku." He says. Relief flows through my body. He's right, I know he is. "I guess you're right. Thanks, Kacchan." I say. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll be right back." He says. Soon after he left, there's another knock on the door. I walk over and open it to see Y/n on the other side, with her head low. "Hey, Babe. You doing okay?" I say, grabbing her wrist lightly and pulling her inside before closing the door behind her.
"Izuku." she sniffles out. "Hun, what's wrong?" I gently take her chin between my fingers and delicately lift it up to see fat, salty tears rolling freely down her stained face. Oh no. I pull her body towards mine, firm hand circling around her waist and the other cradling her head, trapping her into a tight embrace against my chest. "I can't do it anymore. My mom is pushing me so hard to the point where I can barely walk or do easy every day things..." A sob cuts her off before she continues. She forces her eyes to meet mine when she starts again. " I've so stressed lately too, I feel like nothing I do is ever enough for anyone! I keep pushing, I always tell myself to keep going and not buckle when i start to struggle, and yet there isn't any end to it. Each time I think I get somewhere there's always something or someone saying that everything I did to get here was futile. And now with all of the villian attacks that have been popping up randomly... I don't know what to do anymore Izu." The small pout that formed over my lips a little bit ago turns into a deep frown. Hearing exactly what was on her mind is both comforting and frightening at the same time, but her behavior the last few months is starting to make a lot more sense. Constantly improving her hero costume and trying to create new special attacks... I thought kacchan was rubbing off on her when her drive to be the best shot through the roof. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when she starts to weep harder. The gentle circles i've been tracing into her back this whole time doesn't seem to be making any sort of difference either. I place a few pecks all over her face before planting one to the crown of her head and whispering sweet-nothings to her. While I was still in the process of calming down, Kacchan's eyes look at Y/n, then lock with mine before quietly closing the door behind him, then sits on the beanbag next to the fort.
I fell her arms snake up my sides and take purchase around my neck before nuzzling into it. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I wish you would have told me sooner. I knew there was something wrong but I didn't know what... thank you for trusting me enough to let me know, I appreciate it." I say into her ear softly. Kacchan isn't really one for mushy sentiment. " It's okay, I just didn't want to burden you in any way. There's um, something else i need to say too." She says. I hum in response. " So, my mom won't let me back into the house, and since we graduate in a few weeks i was wondering if... we could move in together? I figured it would help the both of us if we worked and lived with each other." She mumbles out. Living together would be pleasing. Being able to wake up to her face everyday and not having to sneak in and out of each others dorms. I always wanted to stay with her permanently, and I know that she would be a good roommate because she practically lives in my dorm anyway. We have a stable relationship too so why not? "Sure, I don't mind. All Might is helping me find different hero agencies to start with, so by the time we graduate it'll be easy to get a spot with a pro. You can even work with me if you want." I say with a warm smile. "Okay. Thank you." She pulls away and looks to the side to see Katsuki and the Blanket fort that I made for the three of us. She throws a superstitious glare towards him. "Just how long have you been listening in? Damn creep." Kacchan's eyebrow twitches at her words before standing up and grabbing her by the collar. "Oh, shut up! I just walked in here and tried to give you space, the hell would I get out of stalking you, dumbass?" As happy I am to see her back in good spirits, stopping them from killing the other may be a good idea. I separate them then move her attention towards the fort I made.
"Izuku... did you do this?" She questions. "Yup! Kacchan even brought us some snacks to munch on." She snorts, 'You actually brought something baku-rat?" A smirk taking over her features. "I told to stop calling me that, dumbass!" He yells. " Yes, surprisingly. Come on, let's get inside and watch a movie." I say. She turns back towards me and gives me a soft kiss then ruffles a hand through Kacchan's hair. "Thanks you guys. I really needed it. Even though Katsuki is being annoying, i appreciate it." She says. Once we get settled and comfortable inside the fort, she snuggles up into my side and whispers, "I love you, broccoli boy. Thank you for everything."
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of-house-atreides · 3 years ago
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Under the Veil | Part 11
Summary: Abel Valens arrives on Caladan
Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x OFC x Lady Jessica
Words: 4612
A/N: Please remember that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there. I have to admit I didn't think I'd write all of that today but here we are I guess. I hope you'll like it! Please leave feedback! It's always encouraging!
Warnings: hints of abuse if you squint
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Tags: @karolajnx0yep @partypoison00 @beepboopyoda @cute-baby-ducks @theliterarybeldam @slytherisstuff
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Thunder rumbled incessantly above Castle Caladan as its inhabitants tried to get some well deserved sleep. A storm had formed in the night and the dark clouds stopped the sun from starting the day. But Jessica didn’t need the sunlight to wake her as her guilt and worry had kept her all night. She hoped Sierra had spent a decent enough night despite the incident. She hoped she was okay. She hoped she could ever forgive her.
When she returned to Leto’s chambers, Sierra was still asleep in his arms, and she made her way to the bed quietly so as to not wake either of them. She sat on the edge of the mattress and brushed Sierra’s hair away from her face before gently running a knuckle across her cheek.
“Jessica.”
Leto softly called her name as he opened his eyes and found her on his bed. She gave him a sad smile he didn’t return. He looked exhausted and concerned.
“How is she?”
“She woke up screaming a few times…”
She closed her eyes as she shook her head.
“I don’t know what I did…”
“I called Jason to check on her.”
“You did?” Jessica questioned, startled by the news. It didn’t sound like a good idea, given she was to blame. Given who she was.
“You triggered the part of her that allows her to control the weather. That’s why it’s been storming outside since last night.”
“But is she going to be okay?”
“He’s not a healer, he wasn’t certain how to help her.”
“But is she going to be okay?”
“I’m okay.”
Sierra’s voice was weak and low but they heard her nonetheless. She moved with difficulty as her entire body was sore from the pain. She tried to sit up but her arms failed her as she pushed against the mattress. Leto caught her and brought her against his chest as he sat up and leaned against the bedframe and the pillows. She winced as her body ached but let Leto scoop her up in his arms anyway.
“Oh, Sierra, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”
“I know. It’s fine,” she sighed as she closed her eyes, feeling tired already, like she could faint any time now.
“Would you allow me to try and fix it?”
Sierra shook her head.
“I let go too soon last night, I won’t make the same mistake again.”
“I- I… I don’t know.”
“Trust me,” she insisted, as she took her face between her hands. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sierra looked in Jessica’s eyes, searched for a certainty she couldn’t find, but saw hope and regret instead. She looked up at Leto who seemed as unsure as she was, although he would never try to tell her what to do. She reluctantly conceded and nodded. Jessica smiled.
Like the previous night, Jessica sat against the pillows, cross-legged, and gently brought Sierra’s head onto her lap. She caressed her hair a few times, trying to soothe her enough so she would relax, but she wouldn’t relax. Leto lied by her side, taking her hand in his, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Her fear was obvious, she wouldn’t even try to conceal it. She released a shaky breath as tears filled her eyes and Jessica leaned over and pressed her lips on the corner of Sierra’s mouth.
“Do you trust me?” she asked in a whisper, but she didn’t expect the answer to be yes.
Sierra simply didn’t answer.
She started moving her fingers, just massaging her forehead at first, hoping to help her relax at least just a little bit. Eventually, she pressed her thumbs against her temples and started working her magic, looking for the places she knew would bring her pleasure, and take away the pain. Sierra squeezed Leto’s hand nervously and he shushed her softly. She couldn’t feel anything but Jessica’s fingers on her skin at first, until, after a few minutes, she felt her headache fade away and the soreness in her muscles gradually disappear. Her limbs twitched from long and deep chills, as if Jessica was pressing on all her nerves at the same time. But it didn’t hurt. On the contrary. Sierra sighed with relief, and she finally started to relax.
“There you go, sweet girl,” Leto cooed as he brushed his nose against hers. “Feeling better?”
She hummed a positive answer as she tilted her head up to kiss him, and he smiled against her lips as he kissed her back. He cupped her cheek with his hand and moved his thumb tenderly over her cheek. After a few minutes, she became too weak to stay awake and she fell asleep under Jessica’s gentle touch and Leto’s loving caresses as sunlight invaded the room.
When she woke up, she found herself in between them, her arms wrapped around Leto and Jessica’s chest pressed against her back. There was not an ounce of pain left in her body and her mind was too relaxed to think straight. So she just leaned into their embrace, and fell back asleep, wishing they could enjoy this moment for another hour or two without being interrupted.
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The following two days were busy as everyone ran around preparing the guests’ rooms and the upcoming ball. The head of the Great Houses had started to arrive, and the dinner table had grown longer and the tension thicker between everyone seated. They all looked at Sierra with disgust and suspicions and she was grateful for Jessica’s soothing fingers at night. She could see how it affected Leto, the way his reputation had been tarnished ever since the wedding, ever since he had signed the treaty with her father. But as unbelievable as it was, Jason had been the perfect diplomat with everyone, and had started to plant the seeds for his father to reap later on. By the last night before the big meeting, Jason had met all of the present Great Houses, and their suspicion towards Valentia had turned into curiosity, and the official dinner had become some sort of an interrogation, or better yet, a job interview. The more ruthless leaders asked about the Valen soldiers and what made them so powerful, while the more peaceful Houses wondered about the weathermen and the oracles. Sierra listened carefully, making herself as small as possible as she ate her dinner in silence, letting her brother push further open the door their father had opened when he sent her to Caladan to marry Leto. She had nothing to say, nothing to contribute, as she had given all she could give when she married the head of House Atreides. It wasn’t her place to make conversation with the counts and lords and ladies sitting at the table of her husband. She had done her job, and all that was left for her to do was smile politely and look pretty by her husband’s side. Leto kept a watchful eye on her, as he knew the judgmental gazes of their guests upset her, and he wondered how she felt about their sudden interest in her planet, now that the veil had been lifted and they had crossed the border between their fear of the unknown, and the potential of the reality. He brought his hand to cover hers and she looked up at him from under her eyelashes and she returned the smile he was giving her.
The lady before her, who had been placed to Leto’s left as she was the eldest member of the Great Houses, Lady Olena of House Tyrell, watched the interaction between the newlyweds with great interest. She had been eyeing Sierra the most, as if she was the most important person in the room, as if she held the answers to all her questions. Although, she had never spoken a word to the Duchess until then.
“Tell me, Sierra,” she started, startling the young bride, “how do you like Caladan?”
“I-,” she swallowed her surprise and tried to be as eloquent as a duchess should be, “I like it very much.”
“How does it compare to your home planet, dear?”
“It’s… I haven’t seen so much rain in my entire life,” she jested.
“Is Valentia a sunny planet?”
“The weather changes depending on its needs.”
“Ah, right. The weathermen. Can they really change the weather at will?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“We could use such talents at Highgarden. Our torrid sun has been killing our beautiful flowers for the past few years. We are wasting the little water we have trying to save our gardens.”
“Sounds like you could use a water master as well,” Sierra said.
“A water master? Tell me more, dear.”
“They can create water from thin air. And control it at will.”
“Really?” the lady next to Olena intervened. “Would they be any help in case of floods?”
“Oh yes, they’d be the most helpful.”
“We have lost countless cities under the heavy rains. Could they be rebuilt?”
“With the help of a water and earth master and a telekinetic, I’m sure you could recover your great cities promptly.”
Leto held back a smirk as he listened to his wife promote her country’s talents, and observed with great pride as she answered questions after questions, convincing them to inquire the help of Valentia to fix their own planet’s problems.
“Tell me, Duke Leto,” Lady Olena suddenly turned her attention towards him, “have you brought us here to advertise your wonderful wife’s home planet?”
“I have brought you here for another reason, which we will discuss tomorrow. But I will not lie to you, my Lady. Valentia has asked to be advertised.”
A knowing smile appeared on her face as she nodded.
“And have you seen those talents for yourself?”
“Indeed, I have.”
“We should trust what we are being told, then?”
“I have seen Sierra’s gifts with my own eyes, and I trust she tells the truth when she speaks of the wonders I have not yet had the chance to witness.”
“You trust your wife?”
“I do.”
“Perhaps she’s played with your mind.”
“Do not confuse my people with the Bene Gesserit, my Lady,” Sierra warned with a threatening tone she tried her best to conceal. Her remark amused Olena.
“Are you saying the Bene Gesserit have been playing with our minds?”
“I will not speak for them, my Lady.”
“Your husband shares his bed with one. How do you get along with the Bene Gesserit sister who holds his heart?”
Leto clenched his jaw as he tried to remain calm. Lady Olena was known for such brashness, and she wouldn’t shy away from insulting the duke and humiliating the duchess. But Sierra smiled, and cast away all the diplomatic lessons she had ever received.
“I get along fine enough to share a bed with her as well.”
Paul, whose presence she had forgotten, and who was sitting to her right, choked on his food. Sierra gave him a glass of water as he coughed and it took him a moment to catch his breath. When Sierra looked back at the Lady Olena, there was no shame in her eyes, but instead strength and confidence, which seemed to please the old woman.
“Good for you,” Olena nodded, before she turned her attention back to the content of her plate.
Sierra moved her eyes onto Leto and she thought she saw him blush, but he gave her a proud smile, which she returned.
The rest of the dinner went well. Better than expected, by everyone involved.
The seeds had been planted.
And he didn’t know it yet, but on that night, the Emperor had lost his power to Abel Valen.
***
Sierra stood before the mirror, staring at herself, her eyes moving all over, analyzing her dress, her hairstyle, her makeup, looking for any imperfection her father would probably neither notice nor care about. But she was nervous and she couldn’t help it. She was pulling on her fingers as she pictured her father stepping out of his ship and walking up to her with his expecting and unforgiving eyes on her. That was what she dreaded the most. His eyes on her. She never knew what he was thinking. If he was pleased, or displeased. No matter how perfect she was, he still had a thing or two to reproach her.
“Sierra.”
Jessica appeared from behind the curtains and slowly made her way to the duchess. She took her hands and pulled her away from the mirror. Sierra looked down at her skirt, trying to hide the tears that were flooding her eyes.
“You’re perfect, love,” Jessica knew exactly what to say as she put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at her. “And remember. You are Duchess of Caladan. You are Leto’s now. Not his.”
Sierra swallowed the lump in her throat as she nodded. Jessica took her face between her hands and leaned her forehead against hers. She leaned into her as she closed her eyes, taking the comfort she was happily giving her.
“Leto will protect you.”
“I’m sure I won’t need to.”
Sierra looked up to find her husband standing with his hands behind his back just a few feet behind them. He offered a reassuring smile she was unable to take. He opened his arms and Jessica stepped aside, allowing her to meet him in a tight embrace. She buried her face against the black jacket of his uniform and wrapped her arms around him as he brought his arms around her. She wished he would never let go. He placed a kiss in her hair before resting his cheek on the top of her head. Jessica came to put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“What could he reproach you?” he asked, trying to chase her irrational fear away with logic.
“Everything,” she breathed out.
Leto moved back and put his hands on either side of her face, moving his thumbs over her cheeks, trapping her eyes in his.
“You do not belong to him anymore. He can no longer ask anything of you. You are mine. Do you understand?”
Sierra nodded as she put her hands over his.
“I belong to you.”
Leto smiled, then nodded. “Yes, you do.”
He leaned over to press his lips against hers and the simple kiss chased away her fears, but the knot in her stomach remained. Because even though she knew Leto meant every word, her father could crush Caladan by a snap of his fingers, and there was nothing Leto could do to stop it.
***
It felt like the entire army of Caladan was standing around the landing zone where the welcoming committee had assembled. Jessica was hiding inside, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Lord Abel would not react well to her presence at any point in time. Gurney was standing with Thufir behind Leto and Sierra. Paul was standing to his father’s right, head held high, while Sierra was to her husband’s left, head bowed down. She was pressing on her fingers so hard they had turned white, and when the door of her father’s ship opened, Leto put his hand over hers and intertwined his fingers with hers. She met his eyes, and he nodded as he squeezed her hand. When Abel Valen stepped out of his ship, the first thing he saw was the Duke of Caladan kissing his daughter’s hand.
The walk over felt like an eternity. She kept her head high but avoided her father’s eyes, knowing it would displease him a great deal if she looked directly at him. She kept her hands on the skirt of her dress, sizing up the company her father had brought with him. Talents of all kinds, from element masters to oracles, from mind fighters to special forces. No doubt to sell them to whatever Great House would want to buy them, just like he had sold her to the first Duke who agreed to marry her. Her father’s steps were heavy on the stairs leading up to the platform where they were waiting for him. She could feel his eyes on her, so she looked down, unable to stand tall next to her husband, as fear took over her mind once more.
“Lord Abel, welcome to Caladan,” Leto greeted with a brief bow of his head.
“It’s an honor to be here,” he smiled as he bowed fully, a testament to his respect towards the Duke. “Daughter?”
Sierra swallowed thickly as her father’s attention fell on her. Leto had forbidden her to let him subdue her, and it took everything she had in her not to bow to her father as he had taught her. But she was Duchess of Caladan. Leto’s wife. And he was in her home now. She bowed to no one. He would bow to her. She met his eyes and nodded at him. That was all he would get from the daughter he had given away.
“Father.”
She tried not to show her fear, not to show her nervousness. Instead, she hoped he would see strength as he saw strength in his. She hoped he could see Caladan’s colors in her eyes as Valentia’s were always in his. She didn’t blink as he stared back into her eyes as he stepped towards her. She didn’t flinch when he raised his arm and laid his hand on her shoulder.
“Sierra.”
Her heart skipped a beat as he said her name. Something he rarely did. Something he never did.
“Your Grace,” he finished with a proud smirk before continuing in their own language. “My daughter. My greatest pride.”
Leto watched carefully Sierra’s reaction as he couldn’t understand the words, or the meaning they held. He watched as her eyes grew big with amazement and her mouth opened in awe.
“Are you well?”
“Y-yes father.”
“Are you happy?”
Leto saw her smile. A sincere smile. A heartfelt and genuine smile. And she nodded.
“Yes father.”
“Good. Then I am happy,” he grinned, and Sierra remembered when she had last seen her father this pleased. It was when Leto agreed to the treaty. When Leto agreed to the wedding. She grinned back at him, an uncontrollable grin that hurt her face as relief and joy washed over her, and he cupped her cheek with his hand as he nodded.
“Lord Valen,” Leto interrupted after a moment. “I’d like you to meet my son,” he said as he gestured for Paul to join them. “Paul Atreides.”
Leto put his hands on his son’s shoulders as he moved to stand before him. Paul held a hand out to Sierra’s father as he greeted him.
“Pleased to meet you, young man,” Abel said as he shook his hand. “Strong grip. Good.”
Paul stepped back into place afterwards, leaving his father to invite their guests inside.
“They’re all here,” Abel said as a matter-of-factly. The question didn’t need to be asked as he already had the answer.
“Yes, we can start the meeting whenever you like.”
“Good. Let’s start it now. We’ve all waited long enough.”
Leto nodded, putting things in motion.
Abel’s people were offered food and drinks and led to their rooms as Leto led Abel to the meeting hall. Sierra didn’t have a chance to talk to her husband before they were separated and she walked through the hallways of her home with her head high, trying to conceal the tears in her eyes, trying to breathe despite the lump in her throat and the ache in her chest. Edward was following her closely.
The doors to Jessica’s chambers slammed opened and hit the walls in a loud bang and shut closed behind her as she stepped in. Jessica, who was sitting at her desk and had her back turned to the doors turned around, startled by the raucous, and saw Sierra hurry towards her. She burst into tears as she lurched towards her, holding out her arms, reaching for her.
“Sierra?” Jessica called as she collapsed at her feet. “What’s wrong, what happened?”
Sierra wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist and buried her head in her lap as she cried into her skirt.
“Oh, sweetling, did it go wrong?” she wondered as she gently caressed her hair.
She called for Edward as Sierra wouldn’t say a word, and he entered her chambers swiftly.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know ma’am,” he answered, looking as puzzled as she was.
“Did her father do something?”
“No, ma’am. It all went really well.”
Jessica sighed, feeling powerless, wishing she could be given the words that would help the girl.
“Where’s Leto?”
“His Grace is at the meeting with the Lords, my Lady.”
Jessica shook her head. She knew the meeting could last hours. She couldn’t rely on Leto this afternoon.
“Help me carry her to the bed.”
Edward nodded and obeyed but Sierra whined as she held onto Jessica as he tried to lift her from the floor.
“Oh, love, I’m not going anywhere.”
Sierra sobbed as she reluctantly let go and allowed Edward to carry her over to the bed where Jessica joined her. She dismissed Edward, who was relieved she wasn’t making him stay to witness his mistress’ distress, but not before she ordered him to bring Leto as soon as the meeting was over.
Sierra had curled up around herself and Jessica enveloped her in her arms. As time went by, they had moved so Jessica was lying on her back and Sierra was resting her head on her chest. She was caressing her hair with a hand and stroking her cheek with another. Sierra’s cries turned to sobs then back to cries, for hours on end, she wept and hiccupped and cried and sobbed until she fell asleep, exhausted from her overwhelming emotions.
The sun was setting when Leto rushed into the chambers after Edward had finally completed his mission. Jessica brought a finger to her mouth, gesturing him to be silent as Sierra was still sleeping. He got onto the bed and took his wife back from his concubine’s arms and brought her to his chest.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“I don’t know. She came in and… she just kept crying. How did it go with her father?”
“They spoke in Valen, I couldn’t understand but she seemed happy. I don’t understand…”
Sierra stirred awake as she heard her husband’s voice. She weakly called his name and he responded immediately as he took her face in his hands and wiped the tears away with his thumbs. It broke his heart to see her like this.
“Oh, sweet girl… Why the tears, my love?”
She sobbed his name as she began to cry again, unable to control her tears. She pulled on him, as if to stop him from leaving her, although he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m here, my sweet girl. What happened?”
“Do I… mean… something?” she stuttered, and he frowned as he wasn’t sure he had heard her clearly.
“What?”
“Do I… mean anything… to you?” she sobbed again.
Jessica raised her eyebrows as she moved her eyes onto Leto. He was staring at his wife in disbelief, the question taking him by surprise, like a bullet, like she was the loaded gun that shot him with it.
“Of course,” he breathed out, unable to find the words to state the obvious. “You’re my wife.”
Those seemed to have been the wrong words to say as she broke down in tears again.
“No,” she whined. “I had so much more to give,” she cried. “I have so much more to give.”
“Oh, sweetling,” Jessica sighed as she understood. “You will, and so much more,” she said as she pulled her towards her, and Sierra fell into her arms without resistance. “You’re home. We want you here. We’re so happy you’re here,” she told her as she pressed kisses against her temple.
“My love,” Leto whispered as he found her eyes once more, begging her to explain.
But she couldn’t explain. She had already explained. He had to understand. Why wouldn’t he understand?
She hiccupped the question again.
“Do I… mean anything… to you?”
Leto was distraught. He searched into her eyes for the answer, for the right answer, he searched, he looked, he watched, hoping he could find in her gaze the words she needed to hear. It was so obvious and yet she still doubted. She doubted him. She didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t she understand?
“Oh, Sierra. You mean everything to me.”
His confession was like a spell, stopping time, or maybe it was her heart that stopped. She stared back at him, searching in his eyes for the truth, for a lie. She looked and watched and saw him. Not a man. Not her husband. Not the duke of Caladan. But him. Him who loved her. Him who wouldn’t send her away or sell her away for a better deal. Him who was her family, who had made her his family. The only real family she had ever had. Her only chance of family. He would be proud of her, for who she was, not for what she could do for him. He would love her for who she was, not for what she could give him. He had welcomed her into his family and had taken care of her. He cared for her. He would give her everything her father never did, everything he never could, everything he should have given her.
With Leto, she was a person. With wants and needs that were acknowledged and taken into consideration. She had a power of her own. She was allowed a mind of her own. She was allowed to love, and given the chance to be loved in return. She owned everything she had. And she was free to keep or give it all away. With Leto, she was.
With Leto, she was.
She was.
She closed her eyes as she sighed her last breath away. And when new air entered her lungs, that was when time started again. It didn’t feel the same, it felt completely different, like she was actually breathing instead of asking permission to exist. She felt the chains around her heart disappear, the restraints around her hands vanish. She felt free of her movements, free of her thoughts, free of her choices. She felt free.
She raised her weak and shaky arms and wrapped them around Leto’s neck as she fell forward against him. He welcomed her into his arms as he wrapped them around her and lifted her up so he could lie down with her. Jessica joined them as they lied on their side, sliding her hand onto Sierra’s belly. Her eyes met his and they both shared a knowing look. They both shared the same thought. Sierra was broken when she arrived to Caladan as her father had taken her apart piece by piece her entire life, and it was going to take years for her to get those pieces back.
“Never let me go.”
“Never. You’re mine.”
“Never send me away.”
“Never. You belong with me.”
She had begged and implored and he had sworn and promised. There was only one last thing for him to say that would put that piece back into place for good. And it might hurt. But only for a little while. Only until she believed him. So he tightened his hold on her as he moved his lips against her ear so she could hear him loud and clear when he said the words. And he said the words.
“I love you.”
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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph
Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna
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Wildside
Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)
Fandom - F1
Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.
Warnings - smut (not well written)
The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.
Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.
Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.
"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"
*-*-*
That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.
But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.
Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.
Lewis, Leigh Anne
Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?
Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.
Okay that's good. I need your help with something.
Sure how can I help ?
I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.
Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.
I miss her too.
Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.
I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.
Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.
Thank you! Can't wait : )
I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.
*-*-*
As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.
Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.
"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"
*-*-*-*
The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.
The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.
*-*-*
"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"
You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.
The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.
Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"
Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.
Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.
Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.
Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"
You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.
You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.
He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.
He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.
With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.
You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.
But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.
With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.
Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.
"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.
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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆
Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.
Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*
Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.
Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!
Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!
Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!
You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽
Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏
You - ..... yes
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you
You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.
Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn
You - okay byeeee ❤
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?
You - okay I said bye.
Leigh 🦋 - she is !!
Jade ✨ - Go babe !
You - I need to leave this group.
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤
Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤
Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤
You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.
Jade ✨ - bye babe !
Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏
Leigh - bye hun 💙
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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"
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katsukikitten · 3 years ago
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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.
Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!
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Asshole!
He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?
Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!
That fucking asshole.
He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.
So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.
You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.
Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"
And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.
A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.
Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."
Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.
"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"
Ugh totally fucking cringe.
There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.
But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.
"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."
Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.
Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.
You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.
As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.
He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.
It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.
For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.
Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.
"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.
"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.
"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.
His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.
By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.
This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.
What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.
Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.
"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."
He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.
He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.
A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.
A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.
"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.
"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.
The fucking Red Riot.
Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.
Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.
"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.
Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.
"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."
Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.
Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.
"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."
Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.
"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"
You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.
Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.
"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"
For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.
But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.
His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.
"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."
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megumiya · 3 years ago
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Hello cami, you can call me Nami anon :D
I was wondering if, we could get a continuation of the Naga getou fic 😳
hello baby <33 okay okay i'll just blurb out how i think it could go cuz my brain power for a part II is dead lmao unless 👀.... sorry for answering so late >.<
naga getou fic
monster fucking ahead so uhm beware 😬 ( tail fucking + breeding + lactation + titty sucking + poly?)
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they were hard months for you after getou had his way with you and bred you with his brood. the little swell on your stomach turn into a baby bump which grew larger and heavier with each day. thankfully for you, there were three big and strong nagas taking care of you .
you would usually wake up next to getou his hands, caressing your limbs and his tail slowly pumping in and out of you, that was his way of saying good morning. however, getou had to leave almost the whole day but he trusted the other two to keep their little, pregnant human warm and happy. gojo couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, he wanted to breed you too! but now that you were already full with babies that was a real challenge. he helped you standing up of the nestle every morning, hand always holding your pregnant belly, easing your pain. he found himself getting impossible hard at your fertile figure day by day....there was something he wanted to try.
taking the chance that getou was out. one day, gojo asked you with a sultry voice to sit on his dick as he trailed kisses along your neck and fondled your swelled breasts.   and maybe if you weren’t so ridiculously needy thanks to your pregnancy you would have said no, but your greedy cunt wanted more. wanted to be filled  again.  so, you agreed with only one condition, you can’t be so rough gojo. he grinned at this, what a silly thing you were, thinking you had a voice in this, 
once you eased you weight on his large  cock, the beast moaned, mumbling about how tight your pussy was. he was more vocal than getou and that sent heat directly towards your hole. gojo was careful enough, drawing soft circles on your tummy. “i want to keep you like this, you know? round and full. i can’t wait until you gives some nice babies so i can put my own brood too.” his lewd words sent goosebumps through your body but before you could answer he started thrusting into you. he was big, and really long, you could feel him trying to get into your womb making tears run down your cheeks. “oh, don’t cry little human, don’t you want me to give you more babies? imagine how happy they all will be!” gojo whispered, the end of his tail moving up to brush away the your cries as you muffled a sob. “yeah, i-i just want to make you all happy.” getou really turned you into a wonderful play thing, he’ll have to thank him later, after he stuffs you full with his seed.
and so your days went off, getting fucked by getou’s tail in the morning  and by gojo’s cock in the evening. shoko was an angel, making sure to give attention to your neglected clit and tits. she squeezed your breasts and sucked on your nipple in hopes at least one drop of milk would spill out of them as her tail made gentle circles over your clit sending you to cloud nine in record time.
it really wasn't that bad after all. and once those tiny nagas were out of you getou made sure to give you a week before letting gojo had his way with you, breeding you again. an endless cycle of fucking, pregnancy, birth and fucking again turned into your new life. and you didn't exactly complain.
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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years ago
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This one is for OC and JK!!
How much did you guys miss each other when you were separated??
Do you think you can handle separation again? 🥺 Also has jk been more protective of you since then??
Jungkook bites his lip and looks at the fidgety girl next to him.
____ smiles at him, then clears her throat, "He's g-gonna make me answer," She laughs.
The laughter dies down as she says quietly, "I d-don't think I could even des-describe how much it h-hurt," ____ swallows thickly, a faint smile gracing her features when Jungkook reaches over to gently squeeze her hand.
"I h-hated waking up, g-going to sleep, it f-felt like he w-was everywhere but nowhere. I th-think the worst part w-was the fact that I thought he pl-played me the whole time and that I w-was the only one suf-suffering."
The young hitman looks at her sadly and she turns to smile at him, feeling bad that she made him sad. 
Jungkook shakes his head, "It's okay, you don't need to reassure me," He whispers, "I'm a big boy, I can handle being sad."
She laughs lightly as he squeezes her hand again, "S-Since you're all grown up, y-you should answer too."
Jungkook sighs with a laugh, "You got me, damn it...um, a lot. I- I missed her a lot. I didn't realize how much I could miss her until she wasn't there, and it hurt like hell knowing that she was in so much pain because of me."
His brows furrow unconsciously, "I hated not being able to explain everything to her. I feel like the only way to describe it physically is like someone stabbing you in the heart repeatedly. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. I don’t think I can describe what it did to me mentally."
Jungkook bites his lip in thought then he looks at ____, "The way you described it was perfect. It was like you were everywhere but nowhere at the same time. It was horrible, I don't even want to think about it. I'm just grateful Tae and Jimin kept us alive," He lets out a sad chuckle.
____ smiles sadly and nods, "Y-Yeah...to answer y-your second question, I d-don't think I could handle it. N-Not under those circumstances at least. I don't l-like it when he leaves, b-but I'm not completely dep-dependent on him, ya know?"
Jungkook nods at her words, "I agree. I do get extremely nervous though, that she's going to have a seizure and I won't be there to help her. It hurts and makes me anxious, yeah. But I don't feel like I'm gonna die."
A moment of silence passes, then Jungkook speaks up again, "If I don't see her for longer than a day, I throw a hissy fit."
A laugh bursts out of ____'s lips at his words. She puts a hand over her mouth to contain it, but Jungkook just shakes his head, a huge smile on his lips at the sound of her laughter.
After a second to compose herself, ____ wags a finger in Jungkook's face, "D-Don't make me laugh, I almost p-peed my pants."
Jungkook bites back his own laugh at her choice of words.
____ puts a hand to her chin in thought, "Is h-he more protective of me...? D-definitely-"
"Hey now, isn't that my question to answer?" Jungkook huffs, cheeks bright red at being exposed.
____ looks at him, eyes wide, "No! They a-addressed it t-t-to me!"
Jungkook crosses his arms and sinks down into his chair, his mood darkening like a little rain cloud.
____ shakes her head and rolls her eyes, "Ignore him, h-he's just being a little b-baby. He is d-definitely more pr-protective, not that he wasn't before, b-but he will randomly take my h-hand and he keeps looking at me like I'll d-disappear any second."
Jungkook harrumphs, "I do not-"
"Sh-should we ask Tae?" ____ counters.
Jungkook sinks further into his chair, "Whatever," He mumbles.
____ makes a face at his grumpiness, "Y-You can say so-something embarrassing about m-me if you want? If it w-will make you feel better-"
Before she can even finish, Jungkook is sitting up and he's got a troublesome smirk on his stupidly handsome face, no longer wallowing in his rage.
"____ makes these cute sounds whenever I kiss her-"
"J-Jungkook!"
"She'll never admit it, but she was really nervous the first time we made out and kept-"
"Yah! W-We promised we'd n-never talk about it!" ____ slaps her hand over his mouth.
Jungkook is about to pull her hand away when she hisses lowly, "S-Say another word and I'll t-t-tell them about what happened th-the morning after that night-"
Jungkook snatches her hand from his mouth, "Well, it seems like we're all out of time, sorry. Thank you for the questions!"
____ shakes her head at him before smiling, "Yes, th-thank you! I hope our a-answers were w-want you wanted."
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http-mingi · 4 years ago
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room 657. ⤑ jjk + kth ☏︎
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⟶ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : you didn't even realise you were calling a hotline. you're best friend jimin gave you a random number. he said it was a surprise ? well you're in for one.
♡︎ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 : sexhotline!au, worker!taehyung, worker!jungkook, student!reader
♡︎ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : ∝ filthy smut if you squint there’s fluff
♡︎ : 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : sorry i fr forgot to do the word count !!
⟶ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : stressed reader, soft!dom jungkook, harddom!tae , big cock!tae, bigcock!jungkook, size kink??, sub!reader, pussy eating, dirty talk, face riding, hair pulling, fingering, cum eating, praise kinda?? unprotected sex, roughsex, multiple orgasms, heavy heavy dom sub themes, brat!reader , dom/sub themes, pet names, daddy!kink, threesome, dirty talk, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, begging, humiliation, creampie, intense orgasms(?), multiple orgasms, cum eating, insecurities, derogatory language, sexual face-slapping, punishments, dumbification, overstimulation, basically pwp.
let's go!
you sighed heavily as your boots clicked along the laminated floor of your university.
today so far had been a hassle. traffic kept you 2 hours late from school you were earlier fired from your job. your ex boyfriend had recently been stalking you and to top it off there was no hot water this morning.
you were beyond stressed.
most of the time you could deal with it you had thousands of stress relieving techniques. but this time you were all types of frustrated, with school, your job, sexually, friendships, family. you sighed heavily as you dragged yourself inside your classroom.
the bright walls of your university aided in your pounding headache. the distinct smell of coffee and muffins flooded your nose as you blinked slowly.
the tall dark bookcases shielding you from the sunlight as you sluggishly made your way to your seat.
you slumped down on your chair as you massaged your temples in effort to calm your self down. your headache clouded your vision immensely you hastily downed your water and some paracetamol nursing your forehead throughout.
you hadn’t been out on a real date in months. it seemed like the universe didn’t want you on dates, you rarely ever found yourself being okay with that fact.
whilst in a trance your best friend jimin walked excitedly into the classroom.
he constantly and i mean constantly reminded you off the things you were missing out on but it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out but the issue was you were way too busy.
being an english, law and history major meant that you were constantly studying literally.
you did love him though he always tried for you.
"_____ !! " your friend jimin called out to you. you grumbled in annoyance as you turned your neck towards him.
"what." you sighed out tiredly.
" what the- what's wrong with you ______ ?!" he exclaimed loudly.
" jimin... why are you so loud. " you whine loudly.
“ shut up ___ im literally your only friend.” he said nonchalantly.
“ stopppp!” you whined with a breathy giggle.
“ anyways what are you doing here you have biology?” you asked innocently wiping your exhausted eyes.
“ uhhh... well..”
“ spit it outtt.” you say , head tilting slightly.
" sorry _____ i just- i have a number to give you and i don't call it until you get home! trust me you'll thank me later!!”
0800-765-877
it looked like a legit number so you decided to trust him this one time.
"come on ____ class ended 20 minutes ago wake up." he whined loudly.
" what.....? " you yawned as you groggily wiped your eyes.
jimin let out an exasperated sigh as he dragged you out of class and to your apartment.
" i love you but sometimes i feel like stabbing you. " he says plainly.
" sorry chim, ive just been really stressed lately. i'll make it up to you i promise."
"you can make it up to me by calling that number, it'll solve all your problems i promise."
" jimin... did you connect me to a sugar daddy or something? " you asked as you flopped down onto your sofa
" something like that." he said grinning
" okay well you can go home now . " you muttered yawning
" promise me you'll call them? "
" okay, okay now you can go. "
as jimin left you groaned into your pillow did you have to call them it wasn't really gonna change anything. but at the same time jimin would do the same for you.
your home was simple, minimalistic but you loved it your soft grey sofa in the corner. your small tv playing comfort noise in the background.
you fought your tiredness to finish your essay due for next week. you ached in places you didn't even know you had the most you were aching was down there.
you hadn't had any sexual action in weeks even months.
you decided to go up to your room to try and relive yourself.
you sighed as your hands hovered over the pulsating area.
as a finger trailed it's way up your slit you involuntarily whined as you got tired of the foreplay you plunged a finger inside your soppy cunt.
your plush walls also fighting to relish your much needed orgasm as you groaned into your pillow.
you moaned, whined, groaned and breathed heavily as you desperately tried to reach your high.
you angrily quickened your pace. you were trying so hard yet you still weren't feeling anything.
in a huff you decided to stop trying to reach your endless high.
in the corner of your eye you saw the number jimin had left you.
it wouldn't hurt to call right?
it wasn't gonna be anything weird..... right ?
you took a small breathe as your fingered trembled attempting to type in the numbers.
1 ring
2 rings
3 rings
......
" h-hello? " you whispered out meekly
" hey honey, why don't you speak up for us?" the man on the other end spoke in a deep voice
" im sorry i- i don't know what this- is r-really for?" you spoke slightly louder as you stumbled over your words
"it's a sexhotline darling? "
" i- i well oh...” you huffed out , eyes widening softly you were lost in a trance of thought.
you were suddenly put on hold.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you gave yourself time to think.
it wouldn’t hurt right?
you were basically an adult, you felt like a teenage girl again.
so you decided.
Putting a client on hold was a part of their fun. It allows the person to wait and to draw out the anticipation. however in this case you were just confused.
you’ve been pacing back and forth inside your bedroom for minutes it was half eleven in the night , and you certainly didn’t think that your attention would be on this instead of your essay.
suddenly you heard another 'hello' erupt from the phone quickly you grabbed your device breathing heavily you gulped and mustered up your voice.
" h- hi i just want you to know that y-you can carry on I've been- struggling and i- need some just some help?" you say whispering the last part.
" you want us to help you cum bun? " another voice said this time it was lighter, kinder in a way.
“don’t make us talk to ourselves, darling.” the other man snarls.
a gasp emits from your dry lips when the tone of his voice turns firm. there was a strict, domineering tinge in his speech that made you sit still. you were too shocked to reply as your mind tried to comprehend the situation that you got yourself into.
“I-I…” you stuttered completely, wanting to smack yourself in the face. the pet names, their voices it was all over whelming you too much.
you let out a needy whine, both of the men groaned quietly into the phone.
" how old are you baby ? " baby. they called you baby.
" i-im 19? "
" fuck, will you be okay with this?" they ask to make sure
jungkook can’t help the soft growl escape his lips. It has been so rare for him to receive callers who aren’t twenty-five and above, and you might be his first time.
“Ohh, baby girl,” he bites his lip, “I think you’re the first client I’ve had who’s so young.” jungkook says to you
“ is that okay , i-im sorry- "
“Oh, its more than okay , baby. You still wanna continue? I can make you feel so…” he pauses, groaning quietly to himself, “so good.”
your pussy clenches around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second
"  yes daddy. " you say nodding to yourself. you suddenly froze as you realised the contents of your words
taehyung's eyes widen in shock, his mouth agape, certainly not expecting that sudden word to come out of your lips. He throws his head back, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he feels his dick harden.
It was so difficult for him to hold himself back because all he wanted to do was to say the dirtiest, nastiest things that he wants to do to you in your ear. but he had to slow down.
“daddy? Oh, what makes you call me that, hm? baby?”
you feel your throat go dry, your eyes wide in shock. You didn’t know what to respond without being so shocked with yourself.
" i-i just really need you please please please i need it. " you let it all out, you couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore.
“don’t be a brat kitten.“ taehyung snarled into the phone.
“ b-but daddy! please i- i need it so so bad it’s not fair!“ you whined softly as your fingers ghosted your aching, soppy cunt.
they both groaned loudly, as jungkook conversed with taehyung
" kook, fuck i need to do her in real life she's making this so hard for me."
" same here let's just go for it here she's going to make me cum in my pants." he sighed as he palmed himself to your weak whimpers.
" darling, me and tae were wondering if you wanted to do this in real life- we'd fuck you so good honey, you'd become our little cum dump id love to see your body tremble to the force of my cock. " taehyung said interrupting jungkook.
" yes.. please you said as you moaned quietly to their words
" okay bun, we'll text you where to meet us." jungkook breathed out.
the atmosphere was dripping with heavy lust your eyes shut right as you relished their deep gutural voices.
“ i can’t cum daddy please help me cum pleas-“ you begged in frustration
“oh honey, it’s okay sh- sh it’s ok ill help you just be patient okay? you can do that for me right?” jungkook said in a calm tone
" what's your name by the way."
" it's ____." you say meekly
" ____ edge yourself, fuck yourself just do not cum. "
and with that in the call ended
you sighed loudly grinning slightly, you were gonna get your brains done out by two sexy sounding men.
you smiled to yourself giddily as you finally got some sleep.
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the next morning you got up and did your daily routine entirely different you waxed everywhere, shaved, exfoliated, moisturised, basically every strawberry flavoured you had in your bathroom.
it was a Saturday, you had time to spare you texted jimin to meet him before you went to meet 'kook' and the other guy.
not to mention you were frustrated beyond belief you had done what they asked you to do and you half hate half love them for it.
on one hand you could cum from any suggestive touch you were given.
on the other hand you couldn't help but want to thank them you felt so ready for them.
you walked to the cafe.
the soft brown walls encompanied the mahogany floors and the cascade of plants across the room as you happily walked into the bustling cafe.
" what's got you so excited." he said grinning like the Cheshire cat
" uh nothing i just had some good sleep last night. " a lie.
" oh really? "
" yeah i even finished my essay!" not true but not false at the same time.
" wow! " jimin looked at you shocked
" jimin do you really have that little faith in me. " you say annoyed
" to be honest no. " he said chuckling
" jiminnn, well i have to be going now i have an appointment soon. " you explain pouting
" an appointment where? "
" somewhere special ? " you say in attempt to hide
" if you say so. " he uttered playfully and he watches you walk away
you stared at the building in front of you as you checked the address again and again it was a massive condo.
you rang the bell of the apartment square and dialled in the number seconds later you were buzzed in.
you took the elevator and anxiously played with your fingers you finally reached the floor you were headed to and walked into room 657 .
" h-hello i-im here it's ______ " you say confused you really made a large mistake.
suddenly turning around, you were pulled into a sloppy kiss. You immediately relaxed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck the deeper it went. Before it could go on too long, he pulled away.
Pressed between both of their bodies, you could help the way your body reacted. Your lips met Taehyung's again and you whimpered.
Jungkook took the opportunity to press his lips against your neck, skimming them over the collar now around your neck.
He hands gripped your waist, pulling your shirt up ever so slightly to touch the skin that became exposed.
Goosebumps across your skin and you gasped into Taehyung's mouth. The elder chuckled, reaching down to where Jungkook's deft fingers explored to tug up the hem of your shirt.
you gasped loudly as you tensed under their touch.
Already, you could feel your mind turning fuzzy, falling into your submissive roll to let them mold you how they wanted.
Jungkook chuckled as you lifted your arms, allowing Taehyung to pull your shirt off. Left in your bra, you couldn't help but cover your chest as vulnerability set in.
"None of that, bun," Jungkook growled softly, ripping your arms away from your chest. "You wanna be a good girl for us right? Let us take care of you?"
"Y-Yes..." You whined, whining when Taehyung leaned down pressing kisses against your chest above the seam of your bra. Gasping, you pushed your chest out to get more of the feeling.
"What a good girl," Taehyung cooed, falling to his knees in front of you.
You leaned back, using Jungkook as support to help Taehyung pull your jeans off completely. He tossed them away in a heap nearby and without wasting a second, his mouth was on your core.
The fabric of your panties put on the side, feeling his mouth on you fully but as he slid his tongue over your slit and caught your clit, you let out a soft moan.
"What a good kitten for us," Jungkook groaned, hands still cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples, making your back arch as you cried out.
“Is that pretty pussy wet, Princess? Does your cunt ache to be filled by my cock?” jungkook coaxes
The filth of his words doesn’t surprise you, Under his teasing words, you feel yourself grow wet, your lust-filled desire mingling with the humiliation that flutters through you.
"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed pressing his middle finger to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you.
He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purr and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his wet muscle along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for harsh suck.
you moaned loudly as you arched your back against jungkook. taehyung put one leg over his shoulder to go deeper.
"Daddy!" You cried as his tongue slid through your folds. He moaned at the unimpeded taste of your cunt. Circling your entrance, he eagerly tasted everything you had to offer.
" don't take it all tae, shit she looks hot." jungkook groaned into your neck, biting licking and sucking against your sweet spot.
you whined as you trembled against the two men. you felt hot.
"Fuck!" You shrieked, spasming when he gave you a slap against your sodden folds . " I—!"
" be careful girl." jungkook growled into your ear
you moaned apologies left right and centre as he continued to abuse your aching clit.
suddenly you were harshly pulled away from taehyung's hot wet muscle and pushed into the soft plush bed.
you whined in protest at your denied orgasm.
" now, you're going to choose. me or tae." jungkook questioned sadistically
" i...i can't choose that i okay um jungkook?" you said in a small voice.
" good decision honey, now lie back let me take care of you." he cooed kindly
taehyung scoffed as he sat back
you were more than happy like this, but when you shifted your hips to grind your centre against his, you both groaned open-mouthed into the kiss.
You could feel that he was already hard in his boxers. Knowing that his willing cock was so close to your needy core erased your mind of any thoughts that weren't of him.
When you dragged your clit against him again you keened, the pleasure incredible despite the barriers between you.
he felt so big as you continued your actions
suddenly you felt his large and literally massive cock push into your plush soppy cunt.
you moaned loudly as jungkook groaned.
taehyung smirked as he shook his head.
" get moving i wanna see her squirt."
jungkook rocked back and forth at a steady pace it was amazing don't get me wrong but you wanted more you needed more.
"more! more please harder jungkook please! " you begged.
" princess, don't beg for things you can't keep up with." he chuckled
there was an animalistic gaze in his eye as he started plunging into your pussy, taehyung mouth open jerking himself off at the sight, your open lie open as he ground his fat cock into you.
you felt hot and euphoric and couldn't help but let moans continuously fall out of your mouth.
suddenly you felt a harsh slap on your face. you felt tears well up in your eyes.
Without warning, his cock was rammed inside you. Raw and hard with the way your pussy was soaking wet from your denied orgasm , he began to relentlessly fuck into you.
tears began spilling out of your eyes continuously and your moans became pornographic.
as if he couldn't go any faster he began to drill inside you, your body shook in ecstasy as his fat cock was pistoned into you.
you felt your high approaching, you panicked and begged for them to let you come.
" please! please let me cum ! ill be good , ill be a good girl ! " you cried out towards them
jungkook craned himself to be face to face with you, as he stared at you with his dark and lustful. his wet lips capture yours into a sloppy kiss .
he forced your mouth open and let his tongue glide upon yours. he sucked on the wet muscle softly as you cried out.
everything felt so good, too good.
you came 3 times alone with jungkook and felt overstimulated beyond belief.
" now it's my turn . " taehyung dead panned
" w-what i can't take anymore ill just su- "
" i said. it's my turn. " he uttered in a harsh tone
you wailed in frustration as your body writhed in defeat .
" you're gonna take it . that's what you asked for . " he spat at you.
observing the way your eyes darken, turning neediness, and the way your chest heaves in short breaths, Taehyung’s jaw flexes.
He pressed the tip against your hole, seeing you tense up almost immediately. taehyung rubbed the end of his cock along your wet cunt before sinking himself into you.
" d-daddy ple- ! " you body spasmed against the head board as taehyung suddenly slammed his body into you continuously.
“ you’re such an eager little whore, aren’t you?” he purrs, condescension laced in his tone.
you tightly held onto the relentless man as you felt your high approaching once more.
taehyung’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted against your neck.
you felt your body swirl and turn around you and you finally came.
hours later
you groggily woke up as you felt your body give out into the bed.
“ hel- hello? ” you said wearily
“ hi princess.” taehyung smirked
“ round 5?” jungkook asked
you sighed as you submitted to them in their bed
here we go again.
5 missed calls from jimin
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babylooneytoonz · 4 years ago
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I'm Coming Home, Baby
Summary: Y/N and John were childhood sweethearts (no Martha) and she has known the peaky blinders her whole life and they love her too but then John has to marry Esme and even though Tommy does feel bad he does it anyway. Y/n works in the betting house so they see eachother every day she acts like it doesn’t bother her but is obviously a bit distant with John who is still inlove with her but she is respectful of the marriage so when Michael comes in he has a crush on Y/N and kinda flirts with her and John gets jealous cause he will always love her. Then she is killed by the Italians and just people’s reactions.
Warnings: Heavy angst, character death.
Requested by : Anon
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He was the first boy you ever befriended, shared your first kiss with. It happened on an old broken swing in the backyard of your house when you were only twelve.
You met John when he was thirteen. The memory was so fresh in your mind, even today, it made you feel like it was yesterday when you were hiding behind your mother, clutching the fabric of her skirt, your tiny little head poking out just to watch around, with your big (Y/E/C) eyes, when two boys rode into the plaza on a black horse. The older boy was probably 18, but your eye caught the eye of the younger one. You were so young; the concept of love was something you had not yet experienced. But now, if you thought about it, you loved that thirteen year old boy. Your love for him only evolved from wanting to have all his attention at all times, stealing his candies from his pockets, and playing skittles with him all day, to holding hands and walking by the river, stealing kisses when no one was looking.
There was a time when you two became so inseparable, you would spend hours together and you would spend your entire days with the Shelby family.
Then one day, you watched him leave, as the war was upon you all. There were tears, and you could hear hearts crack, the slow, horrid torture of sweethearts like you and John being separated, wives left alone as their husbands left them to go to war, mother's watched their sons leave. Polly had to hold you; tight against her chest for hours as you wept, after he had left, and you had no idea whether he would come back or not.
War changed you both. He witnessed so many atrocities , so much death and so much horror; the man that came back, his eyes had a holocaust, a deep rooted horror lurking within his irises. He would scream and thrash in his sleep, and no amount of pacifying could control him, except for you. But you had changed too by that time. You had lived without him for so long, you had lived with a constant worry and fear for so long, you had grown sombre and the fire that you possessed and the light in your eyes, that little twinkle, it was lost. You rarely spoke, when all you ever did once was talk. It was like you were now a walking, breathing corpse. Your heart still pumped blood, but that was all. You were a ruin, just like your lover. Things weren't the same anymore, thus, after war. No matter how hard you tried, John and you could not go back to what you used to be.
Although you the two of you weren't together, almost everyone knew that you belonged with each other. It was like you could understand what John wanted, even without him having to say it. Whenever John had a nightmare, you were the one holding him close, rocking him against your chest, while he clung on to you, hopeless and weak. You saw him at his worse, and so did he, many times, when the two of you fought, and you ended up breaking down.
All this love, all this pain, but you found comfort in your empty bed to think that John still loved you, it was the only blanket that gave warmth to your heart. However, one day, someone pulled that blanket off you, and the betrayal you felt shattered your soul.
You found out that Tommy had fixed John's wedding with one of the Lee's, Esme.
You didn't know what you hated more, or who you hated more. Was it John, who said yes and couldn't stick his arse up to his brother and say no ? Who could still look you in the eye claiming to still be in love with you even after being the one to scratch your heart out? Or was it Tommy? The man you looked up to as your elder brother? Who you trusted more than yourself, that he will never let you and John part your ways? Or was it Esme? The beautiful damsel who made you envy her? She was beautiful, she was young, and she was untouched by war, or that is what you thought. Maybe she would keep John happy, maybe she would be good for him, you kept repeating those words at the back of your mind again and again.
It was as though you couldn't breathe after that. You would sit up in bed, drenched in your own sweat, screaming at the top of your lungs, crying. At first, John did come, when your mother would telephone him and tell him what had happened, concerned and his eyes clouded in tears, watching you, wishing he could hold you, as your mother leant over the side of your bed and tried to calm you down but as the days to his wedding came closer, he stopped coming altogether.
You couldn't watch him take his vows, so you locked yourself in your room, having decided you were never going to step into the Shelby house again. The truth was, although they were your family, they were also your employers; you worked for Tommy Shelby, as one of his secretaries. If you left this job, you didn't know when you will find another job again.
Thus, a few days before John and Esme were to be married, you asked Tommy to give you a time off, for you needed it, to recuperate. And he did, without thinking twice. Tommy did what he had to do, it was a call of the moment, but it wasn't like he didn't know how much you or John were hurting. If giving you a chance to go on a much needed Vacation was something he could do to ease your pain, he would definitely do it.
You cried all night, a night before the love of your life married another woman. You sat in bed, hugging your feet closer to your body, thick salty tears spilling along your cheeks, your lip trembling and quivering. At times you would have to bring your palm up to press it against your mouth, for you had an urge to scream and to yell, but you didn't want to wake your neighbours. Little did you know, that outside your window, John had fixed himself, only his cigarette stick visible under the pale moonlight, for he wanted to make sure you were alright, and couldn't sleep without tossing and turning multiple times. Little did you know that he often wrote to you, but your mother burnt those letters before they could reach you; so they couldn't cause any more damage to you as this mess already had.
The next day, you left Birmingham City, having decided to get out of town, the first train to London, away from the chaos and the madness this city had brought upon you. Maybe a change will do you good. And you decided you will not come back, for there was nothing left there for you, except your mother but that was a different thing altogether.
You blocked it all out, all the hurt, all the anguish that you were feeling, swallowing it inside of you like a bitter pill, weeks after John and Esme Shelby were one, but one thing you couldn't do, was return back to work, for you didn't have it in you to face your biggest weakness. It had taken you weeks to stop feeling depressed all the time and you had finally learnt what it felt like when you had to just live on, putting on a brave face. You now knew what it meant when people said, things happen, and they don't really and most often don't happen the way we want them to, but life goes on, whether we like it or not.
Finally, fifteen long weeks after having gone without seeing John Shelby, one morning, you woke up in a puddle of your own sweat, thick hot beads of sweat trickling down your temples. Half lidded eyes, you reached for a glass of water to soothe your parched throat, but the anxiety and the fear bubbling up inside your heart didn't ease. You had to see him, to make sure he was okay. Nothing mattered to you in that second, when your heart was palpitating inside your chest and you were sat there, clutching your sheets and gasping for air.
You ran up into the living room, and fell next to the telephone ringing your mother, and cried on the phone, "I want to come back home mum, I thought I will feel better, but I don't, I just feel I will never feel better again."
You lied to yourself, that you were going back to Birmingham city, the first train you could find, so you could see your mother again, but your heart knew that it was much more complex than what it all looked like. Even after coming back, and spending all evening with your mum, you couldn't fill up the hollowness that you had been feeling in your heart. You knew there was only one way.
After much contemplation, walking down to the Garrison didn't seem like a bad idea to you; the Shelby's mostly spent their evenings at the Garrison, and you hoped you'll catch a glimpse of him from one of the windows, and you'll leave. It was a pale, moonless night, the winds were shallow, but you could still notice the winds, hitting your face, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The windows to the Garrison were mildly foggy as though they hadn't been scrubbed on in ages, but you could still see. You could see the Shelby's all standing inside, walking around, speaking to each other. He was standing there, in a pool of his family, Finn on one side and Arthur on another, his young boyish face gleaming underneath the golden ivory lighting of the pub. Also, a woman stood next to him, that you clearly recognised, Mrs. John Shelby.
Your heart still managed to skip a beat, when you saw a soft smile break out on his lips at probably a joke being cracked by Finn. Atleast he looked happy. When you were not.
"Excuse me? Is something wrong?"
A voice called out to you, causing your eyelids to expand, and your hand to fly upwards, your fingers managing to push a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Slowly, you turned around to look at the source of the voice. He didn't look much older than you, but from what you could see, you could notice how well dressed he was , almost like the Shelby's themselves.
"I, uh, it's nothing. I was just lost."
The young man skewered his head to one side, as if scrutinizing you from the corner of his eye, however, before he could speak again, a voice cut him off, a voice you knew all together, "Michael, where's Polly? I thought it was the whole family tonight. She-"
Tommy stopped talking, the minute he laid his eyes on you. Even in the darkness of the night, he knew it was you. It had been ages they had all seen you. It was as though you had just vanished, and your mother never told them your whereabouts, no matter how much they tried to find out.
"You-"
"Hello, Thomas."
You whispered, toying with your fingers.
"How? We all fucking tried looking for you everywhere."
"I left town." You tried to sound cold, but who were you kidding, no matter how much you tried, this family was yours, although you didn't share their blood. Tommy was like a brother you had never had.
"Does John-"
Tommy didn't complete his sentence, he just turned to follow your gaze as the two of you started looking at him, watching you from the inside, his jaw almost dropped as if he had seen a ghost; his eyes on you.
Michael finally understood who you were. You were the one, the one that had caused the sheen in John's eyes to die down, the woman who had his heart.
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You were okay.
It had been difficult, and at first, you didn't want to do it. Being back into the Shelby's life was difficult, and Tommy's offer of you retaking your position as his secretary was something that made you feel worried, that being around John will break your control over the situation.
But you wouldn't lie, there was someone who made you pull through, and stuck with you when you thought you wouldn't be able to do it.
Michael Gray.
You didn't remember the countless times you had used him as your pillow, crying on his shoulders while he let you. He didn't judge you, and he didn't lie to you, telling you that things will be fine. That is all you wanted.
You sat in the Shelby office, on a Saturday, and you weren't expecting the Shelby's to come in today, except Michael, who was already here standing by the telephone, speaking to someone.
You tapped your lit cigarette lightly, letting the white snowy ashes fall into the ashtray, as you brought it back up to your plump lips. Your eyes scanned through the files, your pen in your other free hand as you scribbled some numbers relentlessly into the notepad, until Michael slammed the receiver down.
"What's wrong, Michael?" You gave him a look.
"Nothing , Tommy's fucking shipment is stuck. Some workers strike."
"Well, if the man himself is least bothered, why on earth are you boiling your blood out for him? Let it go, Thomas is going to find a way to sort it out, yeah? Anyway, I need your help, this is some really messed up calculation."
Michael shook his head, pretending to be disappointed in you, but secretly, he loved it. He loved it when you called him over to help you out with the calculations, for this meant that he could tower over your desk, leaning down on you, secretly inhaling the soft, dewy fragrance from your silky locks, admiring you. So, he left whatever it was that he was doing and fixed himself next to your desk, almost leaning over you from your back, so he could look at the paperwork.
Just then, the doors flung open, and a sudden chatter filled the room, when Arthur, Tommy and John entered, bickering among themselves on a topic, without having paid heed to you.
"Right, so did you see his fucking face? He could have bloody shit his pants at that," Arthur chuckled.
Your face lost its pallor, and you averted your gaze from John, when he suddenly stopped listening to his brother, and his eyes fell on Michael, and you. He could not hide the sudden change in his expression, the jealousy and the hurt in his eyes. His jaw squared, and his eyes narrowed in reflex and he couldn't bite back on his words, "Michael, I thought we asked you to sort out the bloody shipment, and not fucking flirt around with the employees around here."
My eyes widened at his words, and reflexively, I stood up, fixing myself next to Michael in his support.
"Well, what can I fucking do if the workers are on a bloody strike?" Michael protested, stepping in front of your desk, facing the three men.
"Well, for one, you can do what you're fucking here to do, and not be on other people's desks," John snapped, ignoring the way your eyes widened at him in disapproval, and Michael grit his teeth, clenching his fists as he walked off, towards the door.
"Michael, wait." You called out, but he didn't stop, and the door slammed shut when he walked out of the betting shop.
"John, thats enough, what are you fucking doing, eh?" Tommy asked, stepping in front of John, blocking your view of him.
"Just getting some bloody work done around here for once," John grumbled back, trying to walk past Arthur and Tommy so he could barge towards you. However, before he could make his way to you, you stepped up, grabbing your coat, and your purse.
"Michael didn't deserve that," you spat at him once, before turning away, as you walked out.
You didn't wait to turn back and see that John had pulled out of Arthur's grip, and he was now making his way towards you. You stepped out of the Shelby office, your heels clicking against the paved roads, as you started walking away, when you felt a hand grip your arm and pull you back, pressing you against the brick wall.
"John, let me go." You protested, trying to push his chest so he could move away.
"What the fuck was that?" He barked, still not letting you go, his hands on either side of you, having trapped you there, while you kept trying to push him, so you could get out of being so close to him again, "Michael fancies you. He fucking fancies you and still you like to keep him around yourself?"
You almost scoffed at his hypocrisy.
"So what if he fancies me? So what John?" You screamed, taking a deep breath, wiping the tears that had managed to leak from your eyes, leaving stains down your cheeks. He parted his lips, trying to find the right words, but before he could, you started yelling again, "it was okay for you to bloody get married when Tommy asked you to, but I cannot let another man fancy me. Why John? You're a fucking married man now, and I can't move on and be with someone who fancies me."
He slowly removed his hands from either of your sides, and stepped away so he could give you the space, and you instantly stepped away, shaking your head at him and then running your hands through your hair, frustrated with this all.
You kicked the sidewalk with your heel, not even paying attention to how your heel broke from the hit.
"You know I didn't want this to happen Y/N, not any more than you didn't. But I could not say a bloody no to Tommy."
"Don't you dare put this on anyone but you. You fucking chose to say yes, and you weren't forced. I never forgave Tommy, but I will never forgive you too John, now if you allow I have to go look for Michael."
You bent, sliding your feet out from the heels and took your heels in your hand. You started turning, when then it all happened in slow motion, before John could do anything to stop you.
If John knew that the bullet from the Italians gun, that was meant for him, will hit you on the side of your neck, he would have shielded you with his own life.
It was a clean hit, the bullet striking his heart, poetically, and your neck.
Your eyes widened, your hand flying to your neck, as hot blood spurted out and you started coughing, your body feeling loose, like that of jelly.
He watched you gasp, clutching the side of your neck, his eyes widened in shock, his mind blank, and his heart beating faster than ever. Tommy and Arthur rushed out now too, and before John could react, Arthur was kneeling down next to you, checking your pulse, his palm pressed to your neck, as you slowly bled to death.
"Tommy, we need to get her to fucking doctor, she is fucking bleeding to death!!"
John just kept looking.
If only that bullet had taken him.
John Shelby lost his heart in a whiff of a second, watching it shatter into two, the day he watched the woman he loved take her last breath. He broke down next to your now cold palm that lay by the sidewalk, your eyes wide open, keeping you close to his heart.
You were dead, even before Arthur could lift you up and carry you into Tommy's car, you were already gone and your body went cold, your hand falling lifelessly down your side.
Now just a month later, history repeated itself, but only this time, John didn't feel like he had anything to lose, and instead, he only had something to gain. He was probably going to bleed to death, but there was one thing that comforted him, as he took his last, broken breaths, that maybe you were waiting for him on the other side, and he just had to throw out his hand, and you'll be there to catch him.
And this is what he thought, in those final moments, as he lay, covered in a pool of his own blood, shot down by the Italians himself, mere months after your death. His breathing slow, his chest heaving up and down, blood erupting from his wounds, yet he was thinking of your face, the way your eyes were trained to him as you died.
John was awake; atleast for mere seconds, just as he inched closer to death, when Esme hunched over him, trying to revive him and he opened his mouth, gasping for air, like a fish thrown out of water, trying to breath; but he did manage to say a few words, only, they were so muffled, Esme could never make out what he said.
No one could hear what John Shelby spoke to her, and she kept clinging on to his last words, imagining that he was telling her that he loved her, but what he said was gone the minute he was gone.
But if anyone would have heard it, he would have known, what he meant, when he took his last breaths, and the only words that came out of his lips were, "I'm coming home, baby."
He was finally going home. And they were going to be together.
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ᝰ frozen ideals | park sunghoon ˎˊ˗
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paring: park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader
genre: slice of life ─ fluff, slight angst
content: idol! sunghoon x figure skater! reader, more than friends but less than lovers au, i ramble a bit about what a home is.
synopsis: sunghoon revisits the ice rink, and after seeing you, begins to have doubts on what he really wants in life.
word count: 2.7k
note: this only took a couple of days, so it’s not my best work. i kind of overdid it i guess? this was supposed to be short, but i just couldn’t stop. i also cried while writing a couple of paragraphs of this lol. one more thing, i’m not the best with endings, so i’m not sure if you guys will understand it. it is happy, though.
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SUNGHOON DIDN'T VISIT THE ICE RINK AS OFTEN AS HE BEFORE. During his figure skating career, he was often at the ice rink at least 3-4 times a week. Sometimes before school hours, other times after school hours, and many times during school hours. If he thought his life as a professional figure skater was busy, his belief had changed once advancing from trainee to applicant to contestant, and finally, to idol.
Sunghoon’s time was divided between training, schoolwork, competitions, and every now and then, interviews.
His schedule was now made up of all the tasks of a predebut idol. There were photoshoots, interviews, and vocal and dance practices to attend. His free time was given away, -but only out of love for his fans- to sudden vlive sessions and random social media updates. he rarely ever had time to himself nowadays, as even what was left after all of his daily routines and weekly events was often used to eat, freshen up, and rest. And none of this would compare to the schedule that was to come once him and the boys made their debut.
There were times where he thought back to his days on the ice; what would life be like if he hadn’t quit figure skating?
It had been a long time since he had visited the ice rink, and while all the other boys used their one free day off in a while to visit their family back home, or to hang out with their old friends at their favorite place, Sunghoon found himself back at the ice rink. But who’s to say that this favorite place of his that he spent many times at alone, wasn’t his home?
Home isn’t where you live. No, that was your apartment, your house, your condo or your space at the shelter, maybe even the streets. Home is the place that provides you with a sense of security, an overwhelming amount of happiness, a much more avaliable version of cloud 9. Even when you’ve been there twenty times in one week, forty times in one month, the place still feels like a new visit each time. That’s a home.
Often, it isn’t what you do at said place that makes it a home. It’s the safe space founded by the very things about that place that make you happy. The angle at which the lights hit, the background noise that boasts behind you when you’re having fun, the people inhabiting the environment. All these things still feel new, but recognizable every time you visit.
This was the case for Park Sunghoon. You were his safe space.
The ice rink was nearly empty except for you, your coach, and the advisor who kept watch to make sure there weren’t any mishaps in the rink. This wasn’t meant to be a private meeting. You almost always arrived as soon as the rink opened, and so there were never really people there.
Sunghoon had shown up out of the blue after waking up with a sudden urge to visit the rink. It wasn’t until he stood in the seating area, looking over the frost, did he realize how much he missed. He remembered the goosebumps that grazed his skin when the chilly air hit his bare arms and the numb feeling you get on your butt when you land on it after falling back.
He longed for it all, but maybe not enough to quit his new career.
You noticed the lanky boy outside the rink after landing a toe loop. You were a skater, sure, but you weren’t the most coordinated one. You had often made it to competitions with Sunghoon, but you wouldn’t ever make it as far as he did. Still, you loved ice skating, and you would only get better.
That being said, you hadn’t gotten better just yet and were easily distracted. Skidding to a halt, you cheerfully waved to Sunghoon. “Hi, Hoonie!” That meant your eyes were off the cracking ice in front of you, and you tripped, flying forward.
Sunghoon rushed out onto the ice, panic gracing his features. He was accustomed to the ice, and carefully but quickly made it to you in his converse.
“____, are you okay?” Sunghoon didn’t wait for an answer, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and hoisting you up bridal style. “I haven’t seen you in months, and when I finally do I cause an accident.” He shook his head.
You chuckled at his self-disappointment. You waited for him to put you down on the bleachers before telling him, “It wasn’t that big of a deal Sunghoon. I’ve fallen hundreds of times. Ninety out of a hundred of those times, you weren’t there to help me.”
“If it was no big deal, then why did you need me to carry you off the ice?”
You smiled mockingly, eyes shut tight and lips pressed together, a compressed smile at its finest. “I didn’t. I just wanted a free ride.”
Sunghoon shook his head, laughing. His laugh was light like a feather, quiet like a baby’s snore. “You always were lazy,” He replied jokingly.
“Hey! I’ve been practicing really hard! Someone has to take your place, remember? And you’re not here to coach me anymore.”
It was true. After word got around that the Park Sunghoon had quit his career as a professional figure skater, everyone in you guys’ age range seemed to be fighting to be known as the best. For awhile, Sunghoon offered you tips and techniques for mastering his most known tricks. You were someone dear to him, and even when you guys were competing against each other, he secretly hoped you’d do better than him.
The young boy only got busier, though, and could no longer help you train.
“____!” You were snapped out of your conversation by your coach, Eunkyung. She walked up to the two of you. The way she eyed Sunghoon -a look of disbelief mixed with digust- made you gulp. “Stop fooling around. He isn’t here to train you anymore, therefore, he’s wasting valuable time.”
You knew how Eunkyung felt towards Sunghoon. She had dreams of making it as big as him when she was the same age, but couldn’t due to financial situations. Seeing someone who had everything she wanted in a figure skating career give it all up irked her soul. She had openly voiced her opinions on Park Sunghoon to you and the other trainees.
“Please, Eunkyung.” You begged in a low voice, but Sunghoon could still hear. Something about you begging Eunkyung to let him stay made his heart flutter. “We hardly see each other anymore. I really missed him.”
That was it. Sunghoon’s ears were suddenly on fire. When had you gotten so bold?
“Fine. Thirty minutes. Don’t expect another break today because this is the only one you’ll be getting.” Eunkyung walked off muttering something about ungrateful teens and the next competition being in three weeks.
You began to move from the bench Sunghoon had dropped you off at, but immediately sat back down, a hiss escaping your lips.
“You said you were fine.” Sunghoon placed a protective hand on your shoulder, as if the pain was a person making their way towards you.
“I am fine.” You stared out onto the ice trying to wiggle out the static shooting through your leg.
“That isn’t the kind of sound people make when they’re fine, ____. I’ll get Eunkyung.”
“No.” Your voice was firm. “It’s just a cramp, Sunghoon. You know figure skaters get cramps.”
Sunghoon stood quietly, looking down at you, but you avoided eye contact. “Okay.”
“I get them a lot. Eunkyung says it’s because I don’t stretch enough beforehand. We used to stretch together, remember? But you’re not here anymore so I forget.” The statement sounded more spiteful than you intended.
Sunghoon wondered if you were mad at him, and hiding your anger with fake excitement towards seeing him again. Did you secretly wish that he had never come back?
You kept bringing up the past and reminding him that he wasn’t around anymore. It was times like these where he questioned what he really wanted.
The two of you sat in silence. Just basking in each other’s existence was enough. That’s what was so mesmerizing about your friendship. Sometimes all the two of you did was sit next to each other, and it felt like so much fun.
“It’s been awhile, huh, ice prince?” You broke the silence and smiled playfully. “Did you miss me?” Your tone was teasing when you asked, but deep down you knew that if the answer was no your heart would shatter.
Sunghoon didn’t bother to even fight back. “Yeah, I did.” He liked it when you called him ice prince. It could get him to admit anything. It could even make him admit he was in love with you, but you didn’t need to know that.
“You never text me anymore.” He couldn’t figure out if it was a normal statement or a sad one. “I know you’re busy, though.” He exhaled being grateful for that add-on. “What’s it like?”
“I love it.” Sunghoon simply stated. You hardly even finished asking the question when he had answered. “It’s a lot of work, and sometimes I can’t believe I made it, but I love it.”
“You love Jake especially too, right?” You teased.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
“You know I’m kidding,” You shook your head, laughing. Sunghoon missed hearing your laugh. The audio recordings from old videos of you two together just weren’t enough for him anymore.
“You know you’re the only…” Sunghoon trailed off and looked away. Talking about his feelings for you was difficult for him. It was difficult for you too. You didn’t need him to finish his sentence. Of course, you often needed reassurance that you hadn’t been replaced, but just the first few words of his statement were enough. You knew what he meant.
He was the only one for you too.
“Do you think what I’m doing is right?” Sunghoon suddenly questioned. For some reason he was holding back a sob, and he wasn’t sure why.
You stared at a scrape in the ice for a moment, before finally turning to the boy of your dreams. “Yes.” You nodded your head, smiling. “I watch your vlives and read your interviews and I retweet all your photos and cheer on all your moments.”
A single tear slipped down your cheek. You were happy for Sunghoon, but it hurt that he was doubting his desires after a long time of trying to prove himself.
You continued, “Sometimes my friends tell me I’m whipped, but I’m just really happy for you, Hoonie. So please don’t doubt yourself.”
Sunghoon was glad that only one tear had escaped. He didn’t want you to cry over him. “There are days where I try to imagine what life would be like if I was still here. Skating with you and everyone else.”
You replied almost instantly. “Well stop imagining those things. You’re not here anymore. You can’t let what you thought you wanted interfere with what you really want. You didn’t leave anyone or anything behind. It’s not like you forgot about this place. We still love you, and we’re rooting for you and always have been. You spent so long trying to prove yourself to everybody. Don’t let those years be in vein. If you quit, I swear I’ll-”
“I’m not going to quit.” Sunghoon stopped you. “If you’re proud of me, then I must be doing the right thing.”
You let out a breath and smiled, turning away from the boy once again. “Ideals change, ice prince. You’re allowed to change.”
Sunghoon looked over at you, noting how you avoided eye contact. He found it really cute. “Thank you, ____.” The two of you shared a smile, and then Sunghoon looked down to your left leg. “How is it? Is the cramp gone?”
You stood up, wiggled your left foot, and hopped on your left leg for good measure. “Yep! Think we can go around the rink for a bit before my break is up?”
Sunghoon’s cheeks turned pink. “Are you asking me out?”
You tightened your laces and laughed. “I would never."
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SUNGHOON SKATED BESIDE YOU. This wasn’t a date. Despite your hands clasped together tightly but comfortably and the statements shared between the two of you earlier, you and Sunghoon were not a thing. The two of you were just a couple of friends who almost had something due to your shared interest and quiet bonding. You loved each other and it wasn’t complicated, but it was uncharted territory neither of you were ready to enter.
You skidded to a stop. “I’ve been practicing really hard,” You told Sunghoon again. You skated circles around him. “Eunkyung says that with a couple more months of training, I can make it farther than you ever did.”
“Is that a threat?” Sunghoon began following after you, the two of you facing each other, skating sideways to form a small circle around the spot you guys had just been standing in.
“Yes, it is.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “But seriously. It’s so much work ‘cause you’re known for doing the most.” You rolled your eyes, remembering the countless laps Eunkyung made you skate around the ice rink. You brightened up when you remembered something else. “I’ve been getting a lot better at salchows, though, which we all know I am terrible at. Look.”
Sunghoon watched in amazement as you skated around the rink, performing salchows over and over again. Your landings were a little slopping, but you could easily fix that.
“I wanna show you something else before you go.” Suddenly Sunghoon remembered that he had to leave soon, as your break would be up, and he had to see his mother in a bit. He followed you out the ice rink.
You opened your backpack, which Sunghoon had just now noticed was left out on the bleachers. He would have to remind you not to do that. If the rink got crowded, someone could steal your stuff. You pulled out a black notebook and handed it to Sunghoon.
He opened the notebook, puzzled at the lines and numbers all over the pages along with little doodles. However, his confusion went away once he realized that the little doodles were diagrams of figure skating tricks, and the lines and numbers all matched up to physics calculations.
“After you left, I honestly forgot a lot of your tips. It was hard using your methods without you being around to coach me.” You looked down at your hands. “I take physics in school, so I’ve been using it to help me with figure skating.”
Sunghoon was in awe. In his mind, he had been selfish to keep wishing he could be back at the rink just to help you. If he had stayed, he would just be stopping you from finding your own techniques, from realizing your full potential. He now realized that he didn’t have to keep worrying about if you were okay. You were doing just fine without him, and although that thought would be negative to most, Sunghoon was proud of you.
“____, this is amazing.”
“You don’t think it’s nerdy?”
“Of course not. You’re a genius,” Sunghoon stated. The embarrassment that had just filled your senses was quickly replaced by fluster. “Um, thanks, Hoonie.”
The two of you continued to flip through the book together, you pointing out tiny notes that you wanted Sunghoon to see, and him asking questions and nodding his head in intrigue. Sunghoon flipped to the most recent diagram, and examined the page.
“What’s this?” Sunghoon pointed to a diagram of a trick he had never seen before.
“Oh! Eunkyung says that if I want to stand out I should combine a couple of moves and form my own tricks, and name them something cool. I need to show the judges how I stand out from the other contestants.” You looked over the page, and caught a small note in your handwriting. Suddenly feeling nervous, you tried to change the subject. “Uh, why don’t we skate some more.”
Sunghoon glanced at you before scanning the page once more. And then he saw it. The diagram was a mix of a salchow and a toe loop, two moves Sunghoon was very much known for perfecting. Under the diagram were two words that made Sunghoon’s heart flutter.
Ice Prince.
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request from: @yourguyrai
I found this request really challenging bc my fisrt language isn't English and i feel like I hace a lack of vocabulary BUT it was fun! I'll eventually make the other three when i have some inspiration for them. I hope you enjoy these ones, i really liked doing them!! (specially Muriel's)
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Asra
Asra knows you like the back of his hand, so he knew something was wrong. You were so quiet the whole day, with your head in the clouds, distracted.
He asked a few times but you didn't answer, so he let you some space even being so worried about you.
You walked in the kitchen when he was cooking some dinner for you two.
"Asra"
"Tell me"
"What do I look like?"
He looked at you bitting his lips. He knew you were obviously going to ask that question at some point.
"Sit by the stove, I'll be there when I finish with this" he said pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You went there, sat on a pillow and waited for him.
Asra came in and gave you a bowl with some cooked vegetables. That smelled really nice.
He sat down by your side, took a deep breath.
"So, you want to know what do you look like"
You just nod. He ate a bit from his bowl and looked at you with a smile.
He started describing you from your head, stopping in describing how precious you look when you laugh in the middle of the silence and everything, even the walls, seem to wake up with you.
He told you how beautiful your eyes looked under the sun of Nopal, in the light of the candles, by the fire right there.
Your appearence didn't have any defects to his eyes, for Asra you were the most beautiful person inside and outside, even if you couldn't believe it.
Nadia
You have never hidden anything to Nadia, not even when you first met, she has always given you that trust you need in a person.
So, she knew about your curse when you started dating.
She has always been okay with it, Nadia is so comprehensive and loving and has always been by your side if you felt bad for it.
One night, you got up from the dining table saying you needed some rest. Nadia looked at you as you went out, knowing something was wrong, you'd never go to your bedroom without her.
She went after you, without alarming anyone you were having dinner with and knocked the door.
"Mc... it's everything alright?"
"Don't worry, it's nothing new, I can handle this, love..."
She opened the door and saw you sitting on the bed with your hands covering your face.
"I don't want to bother you with this again, Nadia"
"Don't say that ever again" she approached, kneeling in front of you "look at me, darling, please"
You did it, with your eyes and face burning red from crying.
"You'd never bother me" she said, softly, caressing your chin. "Please, tell me what's wrong"
"I-I don't know, I just started thinking about my curse and how it is that everyone percieves me in completely different ways and- and I couldn't, I just couldn't do anything but coming here and cry like a baby"
"Everyone sees you in a different way, that's true. But they all see something good, they admire your beauty, Mc. And-"
"But I don't know how I look to you, Nadia"
Even though she wasn't expecting that, Nadia sat by your side and took your hand, she didn't have to thing very much to answer that.
"You look like the most beautiful person to ever walk the land, but you look like this not because of your curse; but because of your actions"
She wanted to clarify that she loved you for how you were on the inside, for how kind you were to her and how she loved that capacity of yours to make sure everyone was fine. She admitted you weren't perfect, just like everybody, she knew that you needed to feel like a normal person and not like a god.
Nadia talked about every little detail on your body that you considered an imperfection as if it was something special for her, something that made you unique.
She hugged you tightly, leaving a kiss on your head.
"It's okay if you feel like this, it happens to me, too. Just don't let it inside, you know I'm here"
Muriel
You two were swimming in the river in one summer afternoon. He really looked like a bear when he was wet, and his long hair covered his eyes.
You swam into his arms, he pulled you closer as you quitted the hair from his face.
"Oh, here you are" he laughed.
"You are the cutest bear i've ever seen"
He blushed, but he didn't seem to be uncomfortable. He had got used to your compliments.
"Can i ask you something?"
"Of course" he answered with his eyes closed as you continued playing with his hair.
"What do I look like to you?"
Muriel opened his eyes.
"Does it matter?"
He didn't sound bothered or anything, he really wanted to know if your appearence was important for you.
"I... guess so?"
Muriel looked at you with the sincere eyes he has for everyone.
"You look..."
You tried so hard no to laugh at his face. He was trying so hard.
He started describing you in the most simple way you had ever heard, but he progressed with your details, began to compare your body to the flowers, to the river, to the animals.
"Your hands remind me of the branches, they wave in the air, they hold the birds gently, as you hold me when i'm about to fall asleep"
When he finished, he gave you a nervous smile because he didn't know if he had done it right.
"Was it cheesy?"
You just kissed him hugging him from the neck, those were the purest words anybody could have ever said to you.
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EWTBATF Vlahd x Teen!reader Oneshot
(!NOTE: THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE READER AND VLAHD, THIS IS A FATHER DAUGHTER TYPE RELATIONSHIP!
Hello! I made this oneshot for people with daddy issues who used to simp for Vlahd but now want him to be your dad. The reader uses they/them pronouns because I want everyone to be able to feel included while reading this.
Vlahd and Eddsworld The Beginning and The Friend doesn't belong to me! It's a fancomic made by Makenzie Matthews, Jaculynn Kristiansen, Alyssa Grissom and Brittany Clark. Eddsworld belongs to Edd Gould. If I use any art in this oneshot I will credit the artist and give their socials.
P.s: If this is well received, I might make a story about this, so stay tuned~
P.p.s: I know this isn't Creepypasta content, but I felt like doing something a bit different.)
!DISCLAIMER! This oneshot deals with a lot of gore, mental, emotional, and physical abuse, fighting, missing body parts, and swearing! If you are sensitive to these topics, I advise you don't read this oneshot! Also, some spoilers for the fancomic EWTBOTF, so if you haven't read it or haven't been reading it for the past few months, I urge you to do so. Not just for this oneshot, but the comic is also pretty good!
Tessellate
Word count: 3,569
Song: Tessellate - Alt J
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"Three guns, and one goes off. Ones empty, ones not quick enough. One burn, one red, one grin. Search the graves while the camera spins."
The same thing happened every single day. You would wake up to screaming, try to shower and do your morning routine without being interrupted, spend the rest of the day your home trying not to get involved with your parent's marital issues, go to school, do chores, get screamed at for not doing something right, eat dinner, do homework, cry, then go to bed. This was your life since you were ten years old. Your biological father died when you were nine, then your mother got remarried a few months after your tenth birthday.
Your parents were very emotionally and mentally abusive. Sometimes they hit you, but would feign sorrow to try to make you feel safe around them. They continued this behavior for years, until you were thirteen. Apparently, your stepfather had gotten into some shady business with the infamous Red Leader. You had to move from your home country to England so your stepfather could work with the Red Leader. You were miserable, you had lost all of your friends you had in school. You had to go to a private boarding school, you never got picked on, but you found it hard to make friends. After a few moths, you finally got comfortable with your new surroundings.
One day though, that all changed for the worse. Your mom and stepfather got into a huge argument, apparently your mom was cheating on a man in the same army as your stepfather. He hit your mom, your mom left right after that. He then hit you really hard in the face, so hard that it left a mark. You burst into tears and ran to your room. You emptied out your book bag, and threw some clothes, hygienic products, your phone and charger, etc, into it. You quietly walked out of your room and out the front door while your dad wasn't looking. You walked down the streets of your neighborhood and out into the little town a few blocks away.
Popping your earbuds in, you listen to some music to try and calm yourself down. You walk around town for a about an hour before you passed a creepy alleyway. Unbeknownst to you, a man stepped out of that alleyway. He lightly tapped you on the shoulder. You stop dead in your tracks. You shakily turn around and take out your earbud to confront the man. A man with shaggy brown hair, an eyepatch, big eyebrows, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth stood before you. Its Paul, your stepfather's mate!
Paul asked why you weren't at your house and offered to take you back. You explained what happened and Paul was shocked and disgusted with your stepfather's behavior. He took you back to the Red Army base and let you stay there. You agree and he takes you to the base. As soon as you get there, Paul took you to talk with Red Leader himself. Scared, you explain to the Red Leader what happened with your mom and stepdad. Red Leader let you stay on base on one condition. You have to serve in the Red Army when you turn sixteen. You agreed because you had nowhere else to go.
It's been five months since your sixteenth birthday. You have been integrated into the Red Army, and you have made a bunch of freinds on the base. It's not so bad working for the Red Army. You even have a father figure now. Even though you'd never tell him you consider him a father figure, in fear of him not being ready to be a dad and pushing you away. Sargent Major Vlahd has been training you since you were fourteen. You started out being very skittish towards him. You didn't know what he would do to you. Eventually, you two have grown closer and closer together.
Vlahd has been teaching you Russian, and you have been working your ass off during training with him. He has taken you under his wing and now you live with him in an apartment Red Leader has for him. All of Red's most important people have their own apartment-type rooms. Vlahd's is built with a living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and an entire ass library. Your room is right across from Vlahds. You have to do chores in your and Vlahd's apartment as well, but it's a small price to pay for a roof over your head and a non-toxic father figure.
"Y/n, ужины готовы (Y/n, dinner's ready)." Vlahd calls from the kitchen, you get up from your desk and decide to finish your studies later. You walk into the kitchen and see a big pot on the stove, whenever that big pot comes out, you know he's making borscht. You celebrate in silence and take a bowl from the cupboard. You spoon some borscht into your bowl, then you proceed to the dinning room table to sit with Vlahd. A little tradition you both started to do to make tou more comfortable around him. "So, how was your day?" You ask, to get a conversation going. "Все было хорошо, а как насчет твоего (It was okay, what about yours?)?" "Mine was pretty good." You say, spooning some borscht into your mouth.
"О, между прочим, Красный Лидер хочет, чтобы я нашел солдата, который недавно ушел из МВД. Так что завтра тебе не нужно тренироваться или учиться, у тебя выходной (Oh, by the way, Red Leader wants me to go find a soldier who has gone MIA recently. So you don't have to do any training or studies tomorrow, you have the day off.)." Vlahd finishes. You nod your head in understanding. "Who do you have to find?" It was often that soldiers went MIA to try and get out of the army and Red Leader's deal. Red is a ruthless man. "Мэтт, я думаю, его зовут (Matt, I think his name is)."
A small 'ohhhhh' left your mouth. Vlahd has had problems with this soldier before. He was not following orders, so Vlahd was ordered to contain him with any force necessary. That didn't go so well. Apparently, another person with Matt turned into a fucking horned beast and sent Vlahd to the medical wing for two weeks. He had broken two of Vlahds ribs and broke his leg. Finishing up your borscht, you bid Vlahd a goodnight, put your bowl and spoon in the sink, and return back to your room to finish your studies before you go to bed.
You awake to your alarm beeping at you. Sighing, you begrudgingly get up and put on your uniform and proceed to role call . After that, you take off your uniform and pick out your clothes for the day. If you're off duty, you don't have to wear your uniform. You pull out a f/c sweater and a pair of black jeans. You get dressed and go to the bathroom, Vlahd has already left, so you have the bathroom all to yourself. You take a shower and proceed with your morning routine. After you're done, you decide to make yourself some toast and have a nice cup of coffee. After you finish your breakfast, you clean up the kitchen and bathroom out of boredom. You pull out your phone and check the time. The digital screen reads 10:36 am, you groan out of boredom. Then, a wonderful idea popped into your head, you decided to take a walk off base.
You made sure to write a note for Vlahd and stuck it on the fridge if he returns before you're back. You also ask Red Leader if it's okay. He said that it was, so you go ahead and take a secret trail off base and into a huge, lush forrest. You stick in some earbuds and continue to walk into the forrest. From this trail, there is a small town on the other side. Usually when the base runs low on food, plates, utensils, etc, there is a store where you can buy things in bulk for cheap. You also know of a small café where you like to get drinks, they have really good tea and coffee. You arrive at Le Café de Campagne and enter. You order your favorite drink off the menu. You pay and sit down at the cute tables. The café was heavily inspired by France, with relatively French architecture and design.
Cute glass tables and tall chairs are scattered around the small café, a gorgeous mural is painted on the back wall near the counter and cash register. The mural depicts a beautiful countryside with a small cottage to the left behind a field of yellow and pink flowers. In the background, snowy-topped mountains and another cottage sit beautifully. The baby blue sky and fluffy clouds pull the entire piece together. Cute black vases hold pink and yellow tulips along with napkins, salt, and pepper. A display counter with delectable sweets ranging from Macaroons to Tarte Tatin sit in the window, ready to be eaten. On top of the display counter sits a miniature Eiffel Tower, and a bunch of other mini versions of popular tourist attractions such as the Louvre and the Notre Dame cathedral. The people who work there are pretty cool as well. You know most if the people that work there, such as Andrea. She's been working at the café since it opened three years ago. She's easily one of the sweetest people you've ever met.
"Y/n, you're order is ready!" Andrea's sweet voice calls to you. "Thank you so much, have a good day Andrea!" "You too Y/n!" She calls as you walk out the door. You continue to stroll through the tiny town, looking into windows of small shops. You stop in front of a small thrift store, you decide to look around. You start in the CD and DVD section. You found a CD of your favorite band, and a Smash Mouth CD, both for lest than a euro. Obviously, you decide to buy them. You go looking around in the long sleeve shirt section. You pulled out a cute blue-grey sweater that says "Big Dick Energy" on it in bold letters, as if it were school apparel. You look at the tag, it's your size and only five euros. You take that with you as well. Moving across to the pants section, you find a cute pair of high waisted black ripped jeans. They're your size and only seven euros, so you take it. You bring your items up to the cashier, you pay, then you leave.
You decide to walk more into the forest. You take a short cut through an alleyway between the thrift store and a small bank. You push past a few stray branches and step over some shrubbery. You walk along a naturally formed pathway, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. You keep walking until you feel a droplet of rain fall on your forehead, then a couple more. You take cover underneath a tree as rain pours from the sky. You slide your small f/c backpack off of your shoulders and pull out a travel sized sketchbook and a pencil case full of pencils and pens. You take out a graphite pencil and begin to sketch out some scenery infront of you. Rows upon rows of tall oak trees sit infront of you, along with a line of small bushes keeping the trees from growing onto that pathway. The dirt pathway is damp with rain water, some weeds and flowers have managed to grow through the pathway.
After you're done, you marvel at your sketch, you're definitely putting this on your wall later. You pack up your sketchbook and utensils. You also manage to fit your new thrifted items into your bag as well. You pick up the cup that houses the few drops left of your drink from the café. You quickly make it back to town and find a garbage can to throw the cup away. The rain is still coming down hard, and it's getting dark out. You pull out your phone and check the time. Your digital screen reads 16:57 (4:57 pm). You slip your phone back into the pocket of your jeans and hurriedly walk back to base. Almost slipping in mud a few times, you make it back to base. Once you enter your and Vlahd's apartment, You speed walk to your room and peel off your soaking wet clothes. You enter the bathroom and toss your clothes into the washer to clean them.
Slipping on the clothes you bought, you put away your CDs, wallet, sketchbook, and pencil case. You flop on your bed, now bored. You decide to re-read your favorite book, you haven't read it in a while. In the middle of you reading your book, you got a text from Vlahd. 'Подойдите к входу в большую базу, это срочно (Come to the big entrance, it's urgent.' The text reads, you respond with an 'okay'. You throw another pair of shows on that aren't soaking wet and speed walk to the big entrance in the base. That entrance is usually used for big shipments of cargo, you wonder what could have happened. Anxiety begins to catch up with you and so many negative thoughts run wild in your head. Your speed walking turns into a jog, which turns into a run, which turns into a sprint. You're dodging soldiers as you sprint down to the big entrance.
"Sargent Major Vlahd!" One of the nurses says in shock. You turn the corner just in time to see Vlahd, kneeled over. Your eyes begin to well up with tears. He's covered in blood, parts of his uniform are gone and replaced with huge gashes, his left arm is completely gone. He looks up at you, he sees you almost in tears, he tries to stand back up, but one of the nurses grabs his arm. "Take him to the infirmary, stat!" She says, trying to hustle him past the crowd that formed behind the nurses. Everyone is talking around you, can't hear anything though because of how shocked and overwhelmed you are. Vlahd tries to say something to you, but he's in so much pain that he cant speak. You have people step aside so the nurses can get through to make it to the infirmary in time.
You follow them to the medical wing, you try to follow them into the infirmary, but they won't let you. That's kind of understandable though, considering he needs emergency surgery to fix his arm, or what he has left of his arm. You see him through the infirmary window. Making eye contact with you, he gives you a weak smile before passing out from blood loss. You decide it's best to go back to your apartment, and wait it out. One of the nurses gave you her number to get updates on how Vlahd is doing. She knows how close you are with him, she could tell by the look in your eyes that you were devastated when he came back. You enter the apartment and go straight to your room.
You can't help but cry. You lost one of your father figures and you sure as hell aren't going to lose another one. In the middle of you sobbing, you get a text from the nurse, saying that Vlahds surgery was successful. He's going to have to stay in the infirmary for two to three weeks, but he's going to recover. You start sobbing harder out of pure joy. You hadn't even realized that you've been sobbing for almost two hours straight. The clock on your phone reads '20:37' (8:37 pm). You quickly go out to the kitchen and heat up some leftover borscht from last night. After you finish dinner, you go to bed. All of that crying made you exhausted.
Waking up was a but hard today, but you knew if you didn't show up for role call, Red Leader would be upset. Nobody want's to upset Red, he's terrifying when he's angry. So, you begrudgingly get up and grab an extra uniform you have. Walking into the bathroom, you remember about your clothes from last night. You take them and shove them in the dryer. You do your morning routine and then throw on your uniform half hazardly in a rush to get to role call. Making it to the role call room a bit early, you check your schedule for today. You have patrol with Paul today and that's it. Patrol is just you and Paul standing outside if the bases main entrance to make sure no one comes that isn't expected. Usually these are six hour shifts, but you only have to do four today. Thankfully its only a four hour shift today, you don't think you're mentally well enough to stay for six.
After role call, you met Paul by the main entrance of the base. You two greeted each other, then stayed silent. Until Paul spoke up, "I'm so sorry kiddo. I know this can be very stressful, especially when someone you're close to gets severely injured. It's really not fair what happened to him. Hopefully, he'll recover soon and things will go back to some sort of normality." You pull Paul into a tight hug. A few tears slip out of your tired eyes.You haven't had the time to really process this information. Now that you are on patrol, you can kinda marinate in your thoughts. You pull away from Paul's embrace, "Thank you Paul, I really needed that." You sigh, wiping away the tears that stuck to your flushed cheeks.
After Patrol, you go back to your apartment and change. You change into the Maroon sweater and jeans that are in the dryer. Before you head to the infirmary, you text the nurse to see if Vlahd is awake. Vlahd is a stong man, so the nurses and doctors had to use a lot of anesthesia to keep him unconscious during surgery. The nurse said he was awake, just a bit groggy. You thank the nurse and haul ass to the infirmary. You arrive at medical wing. The medical wing is confusing as hell to navigate. Its three floors, one is where the receptionist desk is, the waiting room, and all the machines like the x-rays, the cat scans, etc. The second one is used for less severe injuries, the third one is used for intensive care. Vlahd is on floor three, room number 108.
"Hello honey, what brings you to the medical wing today?" The receptionist asks in a heavy Jersey accent. "Hello, I'm here to visit Sargent Major Vlahd." The receptionist nods and types something on her keyboard. "Oh! You're Y/n, correct?" You nod. "Okay, sign this out for me please and write your name on this." She hands you a clipboard with a piece of paper you had to fill out in order to visit someone in intensive care. She also hands you a visitor pass that you stick on your shirt. Kind of like a name tag. You fill out the paperwork and pads, then you put the visitors pass on your sweater. You give the paperwork back to the nurse. "Alright sweetie, you know where Vlahd's room is right?" You nod. "Okay, have a good one!" "You too miss." You respond to the receptionist.
You impatiently ride the elevator up to floor three. As soon as the elevator opens, you speed walk to Vlahds room. Knocking on the door, you wait for permission to enter the room. "You can come in hon." The nurse says from the other side of the door. Proceeding to enter the room, all your attention goes to Vlahd. He looks miserable. "I'll leave you twonalone for a while, just hit the bed alarm if you need me." The nurse says then leaves the room. As soon as the nurse leaves the room. You sit down next to him, and try to hold in your tears. You dont want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is. Vlahd tries to sit up, but you try to make him lay down again, he can't be straining this much. Although, considering Vlahd is a powerhouse of strength, you didn't get very far.
Instead, you gave up on fighting against him. Surprisingly, Vlahd pulls you into a tight hug. "Все в порядке, дорогая, все будет в порядке (It's okay honey, it'll all be okay.)." You broke down once again, sobbing into Vlahd's shoulder. You unknowingly grabbed fistfuls of his gown. "P-please don't ever leave me, I can't handle this, please d-don't ever leave me dad-" you cut yourself off has soon as 'dad' left your mouth. "I'm so sorry Vlahd, I-I didn't mean to- " "Y/n." Vlahd silences you. "Все в порядке. Я горжусь тем, что являюсь твоим отцом. Ты чертовски ребенок (It's okay. I'm proud to be your father figure. You're one hell of a kid.)." Vlahd states, you hug him once again.
"Thanks, dad."
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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years ago
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Part One
Important> so this will be written in parts. An example would be: Queen Y/n’s Story. Then the next part would say Mattsun, meaning his story is next.
These will be long so i appreciate and love who decides to stick around with me on this ride. Ive never done multi endings so i hope you enjoy. (Character Bios at the bottom Link)
Tags. @squeaky-ducky @galagcica @ysatrap
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Queen y/n
The sun woke you up this time. Harsh rays forcing their way in through the window, curtains swaying lightly. Tooru usually woke you up for his breakfast, he must be out already. Slowly you rose out of the cold bed stretching your arms above your head ready to start the day. You had the castle to yourself it seemed like, thats unusual for a monday.. Wonder where that King is.. Deciding you did not care you got dressed in your expensive dress with the help of your friend Millie, she was your maid and the best friend you could have.
“You look lovely Miss Y/n!” she beamed while giving your corset its final tug to tighten it.
You gasped for breath a few times and shook your head. “Oh Millie, thank you , what should we do today?”
“Huh?! Is the King away?! “ she rushed to your side jumping in place, Millie was wearing her usual maid clothes with her hair tied back in a braid. “Oh my goodness we have the Kingdom to ourselves?!”
“Must be,” you turned to go take a peak outside by the window, the village was coming to life with the sounds of people, chatter and the smell of freshly made bread. It was nice, having the Kingdom to yourself but you were not really enjoying it, as much as you wanted to . the village hated you, refused to even sell to you sometimes. A stroll around would be nice.. But maybe not today..
“Miss Y/n?” Millie rushed over bunching herself into the window too to look out . she smiled taking in the fresh smell of bread, suddenly her eyes got big with stars.
“Its nothing Millie, im just thinking. Sometimes i like to look out this window and pretend im somewhere else.”
“Do you smell that?! It smells like chocolate!!!” she shook you not hearing what you said at first.
“Chocolate? Sweets?” you stood up straight squeezing Millies hand. “Do you think?!”
“I do i do !! he must have returned to us!”
Wasting no time you pulled your friend out of your room and down the many stairs dashing past the other servants paying them no mind. You both pushed the big doors open rushing down to the village to a very familiar carriage that just got into town.
Two doors on the carriage opened, “There they are!!!!!!!” yelled a happy happy voice.
“Satori !!!!” you both yelled with glee. “Our favorite chocolatier!”
The happy red head pretended to faint at the flattery and gave you each a hug. “Oh my goodness ! i dont know what it even say!” he squeezed you both again. “My favorite customers, ive brought you many many new sweets to try, come come! They won't eat themselves!!!”
Hajime & King Oikawa.
The King had not come home to his castle , in fact he was at the Brothel all night with his favorite whores doing everything he dreamed of; everyone loved him there, he was their best customer without a doubt. The constant giggling, money falling off the bed, clothes flying everywhere was just a regular night for the King and the ladies. He had no worries here, nothing to think about, nothing to worry about. The village loved him no matter what he did, and they already hated his wife so this was fine to them. Hajime had stayed close to the brothel all night, waiting for his friend and King to be done. He had brought some papers and quills with him to write down information about other Kingdoms with him. The one in charge of the place, The Madam had always offered for Hajime to do his work inside but he always politely declined.
He was happy sitting outside , his three eyed ravens often joined him and told him new things they had found out. He was sitting comfortably till a shoe hit the back of his head.. It was going to be a long night.
In the morning Hajime went inside to see his King passed out under a bunch of women, he shook his head pinching between his eyes just taking it in. Hajime was a loyal friend , but he hoped that one day his friend would get what's coming to him.
“Oi, King, Tooru, wake up” he kicked his leg on the bed waking up some of the girls who gave him an angry look .
“Sorry loves, “ he smirked as they got up, taking the blanket with them to cover themselves. Chins high, full of attitude. “Oikawa!” He kicked again, waking up his friend.
“Gah…!!! Easy .. “ he rubbed his head and pushed his hair out of his face turning to lay on his side. “What time is it?” he asked very groggy.
“Time to be a King.” Hajime threw the royal clothes at the annoyed King and went to the door. “Ill meet you at the castle , i have some things i wanna discuss”
“Hmph, “ grunted the King as he got out of bed to dress. “Sometimes i wish i was but a lowly peasant, begging for food on the street, no responsibilities, spend all my money on the whores if im lucky, ahhh the life…” Oikawa threw his cape while holding his arm out. “But that will never be!! For i am King Tooru Oikawa!!!”
Mattsun.
The waves gently crashed against The Aoba rocking it gently back and forth. It was a fine ship, the most powerful one in the Kingdom. It won many sea battles , cleaved many enemy ships and saved its share of people. Mattsun loved this ship, it was his baby, his queen. No one could change his mind about the sea, he loved being on it, land not so much. He wanted to travel the world on this ship, live on the sea for the rest of his life.
The sound of cheering could be heard just off the docks, Mattsun rolled his eyes looking towards the village. He was laying on the side of the ship on his back watching the clouds drift by, his right leg dangling off the side of the boat. The King, hisi friend, was greeting and waving at everyone as he walked by. Mattsun rolled into his ship to his feet rolling his shoulders, he placed a hand on The Aoba rubbing gently. “Ill be back, be good okay?” his voice low and full of sadness. He hated having his queen docked. She belonged in the sea.. The open sea. Not tied up like this.. “Dont let anyone come aboard, knock em off okay?” the ship swished and it got a smile out of the man, he hopped over onto the dock taking one last look back before heading to the castle.
Yahaba & Kyotani
“Ive done it!!!” the very loud slam of metal hitting the cold stone alerted Kyotani. He looked up to see Yahaba giggling over a new weapon like a little kid, his hands hovering all around the object as if it was magic . Yahaba was a … questionable blacksmith; he loved to make things, anything! Even things he shouldn't. He was involved with the black market too and they were hsi best customers besides The King and Kyotani.
Kyotani had been laying on his back on some hay inside Yahaba’s stone home with a stray puppy on his chest just watching the clouds from the window. He was always here, if he was not here he was out thieving or fighting or walking in the woods. It was early morning and after a night of wrestling wolves he found himself here, picking up a stray puppy in the village on his travels.
The man got up with the sleepy puppy in his arms, setting it down on the ground. “Past the village, in the woods to the side of the path, is a little home , you'll see a dog there, he looks like you. “ he scratched the strays head. “There's food there,” he said. The little puppy rubbed on Kyotanis hand and rushed off barking full of happiness.
“Hound! Hound come see!!!” said the eager friend.
Kyotani rose to his feet joining the blacksmith behind his work table , he smirked at the two objects. Bracers, brand new, freshly made bracers. Just for him.
“See see ? “ Yahaba pointed to the spikes on the ends of the knuckles and poked one lightly making his finger bleed. “Now you can slice and dice! And cut! And kill!”
“I already kill” he told his friend watching him set the two bracers in water to cool off. “They look perfect, what do i owe you Yahaba”
“Hmm… ive heard the Kingdom over has rare Jade, a precious blue like the ocean”
“Consider it done.” Kyotani took the bracers out of the water to shove in his bag. “Do we have to go to that… meeting…”
Yahaba pouted at his friend and Kyotnai rolled his eyes. “Fucking Oikawa,”
“How much is the debt again?”
Kyotani shot a look at his friend, making him back up with his hands up .
“If i could kill em, i would. “ was all he said, exiting the stone home watching the passing villagers avert their eyes once they saw him.
“I know, have you met his wife ?” yahaba asked, joining his friend
“Didn't know he had one, I feel sorry for her.”
Yahaba slung his arm around his friend's neck while they walked to the Kingdom , footsteps heavy.
Queen Y/N
You had spent the morning with Millie eating chocolate and gossiping with Satori about his travels, he had been all over the world, and he always shared his stories with you , you wanted to see the world, travel, it had been your dream since you were a little girl. You still had hope that one day it would happen. A bell rang making you slump on your friend.
“Duty calls.” you sighed.
“The King must be back” Millie said, pulling you up with her.
“I can hardly contain my excitement.” you teased, giving Satori one more hug. “Thankyou for the morning my friend.”
“Always, “ he kissed your hands, giving you a happy smile.
“You turned to Millie wiping some chocolate off her cheek with a little smirk. “Well, lets go see what my loving husband wants..”
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