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One thing about veilguard that bums me out is that this is the very first bioware game that I dont feel any desire to play again. All of the decisions made in the game either dont matter or are made for you so thereâs no wondering like âwhat wouldve happened if I did this instead of that?â Thereâs so many moments in the game where it felt as if I should really debate what option to pick, only to realize through playing more that decisions really donât matter. So all decisions made in later stages of the game just kinda feel meaningless.
Everything is set up so one dimensionally that the replay value is unfortunately very low. Theres very few ways to play things differently. I was incredibly disappointed that you do not have the option to kill Lucanisâs shitty cousin. You dont even get any option at ALL over what to do with him. It doesnt matter what you do with the bald warden dude, it doesnt matter whether or not you chose to kill that rando mayor⊠and the list goes on.
I used replay bioware games just to get different DIALOGUE! This game had very little in terms of meaningful dialogue! Much of the dialogue between characters feels so flat or unrelated to the plot. Character conflict is extremely forced so replaying the game wouldnât necessarily give you anything new to chew on. Its frustrating that Rook is designated as the groupâs therapist, but is often completely sidelined by everyone and everything going on! I romanced Lucanis and he still was hella flirting with Neve which made the romance route feel like a complete afterthought.
Approval ratings dont matter at all, theres genuinely nothing that changes besides your own insight to the different characters worldviews. If someone disliked something, you dont get different dialogue or attitude or nuffin! What does hardening even do in DAV? Neve or Lucanis being hardened has no impact on anything at all besides some rando skill buffs. I thought maybe Harding or Davrinâs endgame sacrifice wouldve meant something more if you had some way of hardening them.
It felt just kind of random to kill off one of your companions in the endgame. Especially when youâve played through the entire game making choices that were ultimately meaningless. The choice of who dies in the endgame feels just as meaningless as everything else because you the player have spent the entire game realizing that approval ratings dont matter, plot choices dont matter, characterization choices dont matter etc. So if they want to do something as heavy hitting as killing off a main character, wouldnt it have made more sense to build it up in a way that there would be SOME emotional impact? If you were able to harden Davrin or Harding, then killing them wouldve hit harder dang it! Killing off characters feels just cheap when youre overly aware that nothing matters.
No matter your choices in this game, its still going to play the exact same every time with very little deviation. Its almost like playing a telltale game or something. The plot is pathed out for you, your choices are superfluous, your romance options are as noteworthy as skyrimâs âput on a necklace, okie doke now youâre married.â
The game itself isnt bad, but it reminds me of a mass market paperback book. The kinds that come out monthly. You know exactly what the plot is gonna be, you know thereâs gonna be a cast of characters, you know theres gonna be bad guys and good guys.., and then you finish the book thinking âYup that was ok!â Then you shelve it and never look at it again because its one amongst 17492820102 others in the genre. To use another metaphor, this game is buttered toast, it feels like something youve had before, its familiar, it tastes good⊠but thats it. Its just bread and butter, and theres no sense dressing it up or toasting the bread more or less because at the end of the day⊠its still toast.
#Veilguard Spoilers#dragon age veilguard#DAV spoilers#dragon age#bioware critical#I will say that the elven lore was good and interesting the dwarven lore was good and interestingâŠ.. everything else was bland plain toast
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My poor bby Alicent đ
#i am at 6th episode#her and Helaena are so sad#i pity them#my poor women#i know i'm behind#i kinda know what happens next#but i just want Alicent to have some support#and Halaena to be taken care of#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd season 2#i am not a team green nor team black#honestly idc#i only want Daemon to fall; I hate that guy#and I want Rhaenera and Alicent to kiss#lmao#tbh I kinda am team black#deep down#but I love my girl Alicent#we support women's wrongs#especially when they were kinda forced and had no other choice
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pairing: old!logan x f!reader
Logan is sick and tired of you treating him like he's fragile. He'll ignore his relentless pain to show you what it's like to be taken apart, rough and slow, then fast and agonizing.
wc: 3.5k of pure smut
warnings: heavy smut, lap sitting, fingering, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), dirty talk, facials, p in v, ruined orgasms, snowballing, kind of angsty, the claws come out, logan is angry with you, kinda toxic, definitely mean, but still kind of sweet, pwp basically, blood, but it's not bloodplay, it's just logan not caring if he's hurt, if i missed any let me know.
Logan comes home and throws himself back on that torn-up leather sofa, thumb flicking his lighter while the other holds a cigar. Itâs less of a distraction from the ache in his bones, and more of a device to push you away. Because if you think heâs tired or angry or hurting, you wonât ask him to fuck you.
Itâs not like he doesnât want you. Of course he does. Itâs the sympathy in your eyes when he gets tired from just a couple of minutes of thrusting that he hates. The whispered, âItâs okay. baby, I can ride you.â The gentle touches across his body and his neck and his face and his beard. It all reeks of pity. And if you were to sit him down one day and ask him why he hates being taken care of, he wouldnât have an answer. He would push the voice in his head down into the void that all the strength he had left fell in, the voice shrinking until itâs nothing as it screams, because Iâve never been taken care of, and I wouldâve loved it back when being taken care of wasnât my only choice.
But itâs fine. You wouldnât ever ask him that question because he knows for a fact that you donât know. If you did, you wouldnât be climbing onto his lap quietly, hands rubbing his sides as you press kisses to his neck.
âI missed you, Logan,â You whisper. Your hips arenât moving; He knows he sat here like this to avoid fucking you, but he almost wishes you were seeking exactly that. Sex, as embarrassing as it would be for him, is better than your sick love. He doesnât think you love in the way lovers do. Itâs the kind of love meant for sick puppies, or the lonely old woman sitting on the bus with all her belongings in plastic bags.
He turns his head to take a drag of his cigar. Silence.
You hold his face, forcing him to look at you as you kiss him. Slow, chaste, no tongue. He feels scrutinized by your touches, and something nervous seats itself deep in his belly.
âHow was your day?â You ask, your gaze snapping between his eyes.
Logan closes them. âIâm tired,â He says flatly.
âI know. Itâs okay.â
There it is again. Pity.
He scoffs. Itâs quiet. Barely there. He didnât mean to. He watches your face fall the smallest bit. A year ago, he wouldnât have noticed, and if he wouldâve, he would blurt out an apology. Now, he does notice, but he secretly wants to watch it fall even further if it means youâll realize how much youâve been hurting him.
You swallow, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. âI found an American poetry anthology in the basement today. 20th Century. My favorite poem was in it.â
He mumbles, âIn a Station of the Metro. T.S. Elliot.â Remembering the poem you told him about months ago sounds too much like sorry. He wishes heâd pretended to forget.
âEzra Pound,â You correct. Your smile tells him heâs forgiven for an apology he never offered. âIf you can recite it Iâll be impressed.â
âIâm not reciting a goddamn poem.â He sounds sarcastic, and it relieves you, but then you kiss him and heâs wound tight again.
You sigh as you pull back. âWhatâs bothering you, baby?â
âNothingâs botheringââ
âWhatâs bothering you?â You interject.
He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. He makes the decision to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of stopping this conversation. You never could resist an orgasm, especially one caused by him. âEnough of that.â
âWhat?â
But heâs putting out his cigar and lifting you off his lap with a suppressed grunt, then pushing you down on the couch.
âLogan,â You protest.
He continues undoing the drawstring of your pajamas, with a kind of slippery urgency that tells you he's trying to shut you up more than he's trying to satiate his own desire.
You sit up straight, swatting his hand away. âStop.â
He withdraws immediately, breathing hard through his nose as he looks down at the floor. He was wrong, before, about you not knowing. You definitely know, because you donât place a loving hand on his thigh and you donât kiss his shoulder. Heâs grateful.
Instead, you observe his profile, then the quiet tremor in his hand. The impossible stillness of the rest of him. He tends to do that when his nerves are on fire. Thinks being a statue is what people who arenât in chronic pain do.
âDonât do that,â He mumbles, feeling your eyes on him. âI donât need you feeling sorry, or whateverâwhatever the fuck else goes through your head when youâre around me.â
You say nothing. Thatâs the most heâs said about his feelings in a while. He knows it, so he forces himself to say nothing, too. It doesnât last long.
âIâm not dying.â His voice cracks a little at the end and he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.
âI know.â The words come out in a tumble, as if youâre rushing to participate in his lie.
âThen stop looking at me like Iâm dying.â
âOkay.â Tears prickle your eyes but you blink them away.
âOkay,â He repeats.
You take a deep breath. âBut itâs okay to be cared for, Logan.â
He laughs incredulously, and suddenly his volume is rising and his voice is firm. âWould you justâWould you just quit being my fuckinâ mommy? Would you?â
He only lets your silence marinate for a second before he rushes in to kiss you, ignoring the cramps in his muscles as he tugs your neck forward roughly. You squeak against his mouth, fighting his impossible grip on you, but you give up with a shaky exhale through your nose when your efforts prove useless.
âI can take care of you, too,â He grits out. It would sound sweet if it werenât for the frustration in his tone. He pushes you onto the couch the same way he did moments before as he opens your legs by your knees and settles between them. He sucks a dark mark onto your neck, his fingers digging bruises in your ribs.
âI know you can,â You reassure him. You can see where this is going. âAnd I love when you do.â You gasp when he pulls your shirt up over the curve of your breasts.
âNo. You donât.â He pinches one of your nipples and sucks the other into his mouth for a brief second. âItâs okay. Iâll show you so you donât forget again. You wonât want to get ruined any other way.â
âLogan,â You sigh.
He hums against the soft skin just underneath your breast as his hands ravage your body. He begins to unsheathe the adamantium claws in one of his hands so he can rip your top open. Itâs slow and excruciating, so he closes his eyes, but the pain is over too soon and his suspicions are confirmed when he opens his eyes to see them stuck halfway.
You donât expect him to lean back and individually tug each blade free. Thereâs blood, and now itâs dripping onto your belly, and he mumbles something that sounds like an apology as he wipes the dots of red away with his thumb.
But the hazel in his eyes is alive again. You hope itâs you that did that. Hope itâs not the pain or the sight of his own blood. You want to ask him, just to make sure. You donât like hurting, right? You just really like meâ
He slices through your shirt, careful not to graze your skin, and you try to ignore the fact that heâs never that cautious with himself, but you canât.
âLogan, youâre bleeding.â Your voice is unstable.
âItâll heal,â He says quickly, passively. He wipes his burning palm on his wifebeater.
âBut that takes a long time now.â
He meets your eyes, his movements frozen. Heâs angry and youâre not stupid. Youâre pitying him again. He needs you to stop fucking pitying him. When he speaks, his voice is deep and rough and slow, and you would be scared if he wasnât your Logan. âAre you done?â
You donât know what to say, so you just close your eyes and nod. You hear his claws retract faster than when they came out, and almost simultaneously, heâs shoving that same hand under your waistband as two of his calloused fingers push themselves into your cunt.
You arch toward him involuntarily, a ragged moan falling from your lips as he tugs your pajamas off your legs and spits on your pussy to ease the slide of his fingers.
Each groan he pulls from your throat is a step toward dispelling the doubt from your body. Doubt of his capabilities, of his strength, of his devotion to you.
âBeg me to fuck you,â He demands, fingering you roughly.
Your mind is cloudy at this point, from sadness or arousal or both, but you give him what he wants. âFuck me,â You whisper, your eyelids about to flutter shut as you shed a tear.
But then you catch Logan smiling.
He grabs your jaw with his free hand, and you look at him immediately. âYouâre gonna let me use it, right? Get myself off?â You lazily trace his features with your gazeâHis nose, his wrinkles, his beardâbecause you know if it were your fingers instead heâd mistake it for tenderness and get mad again.
You nod, but itâs weak with how hazy everything is.
âGood girl.âÂ
âPlease,â You sigh, âI need you inside of me. I need toâI need it.â
âI know. I know what youâre feeling before you feel it.â He lets the pad of his thumb draw quick circles on your clit. âWhat? Thought I couldnât hear you playing with yourself in the shower? If I can hear your heartbeat when I walk through the door, what makes you think I wouldnât have heard you whining my name?â
âLogan,â You sigh, your hips lifting off the couch, coaxing his fingers deeper for as long as possible before heâs shoving you back down with the heel of his palm.
âIâm gonna play with you now. Iâll fuck you after, donât worry your pretty head about it.â
âWhat do you mean, play with me?â You breathe, fighting to keep your eyes open as he finds your g-spot.
He grins dirtily, in a way that makes your head spin and your thighs clench around his hand. Youâre barely processing his words as he bends down to mumble in your ear, âRight when youâre about to make a mess on my fingers, Iâm gonna stop. Then Iâm gonna go down on you. And Iâm gonna lick your pretty pussy, maybe even fuck you with my tongue if youâre good. And guess what? Guess what Iâm gonna do when youâre this close?â
âYouâre gonna stop,â You whine.
âIâm gonna stop,â He nods, and itâs mocking, but itâs gentle, and heâs fucking killing you with the way heâs talking right now. âBut Iâm not mean. Iâll give you a break. You can calm down when my dick is in your mouth, okay?â
âOkay,â You breathe, your hips unabashedly grinding on his fingers. But you want to reassure him he is mean, and you especially want to tell him how much you love it. âLogan, Iâm gonnaââ
He withdraws his fingers from you so fast it almost burns. You clench around nothing, your lower half spasming as your orgasm barely approaches before falling away again. Only a hint of pleasure is able to make it through the cracks, and you cling onto it, hoping if you focus hard enough, the wave will come back. It doesnât. You should regret warning Logan that you were about to finish, but all you feel is comfort now that heâs finally proud of you again.
Another tear streams down the side of your face, landing in your hair. Loganâs watching you as he pets your thigh, his lips parted when he leans down over you. He kisses your wet cheek softly, his beard rough on your skin. Itâs unlike him to offer you affection this gracefully during sex. Itâs always shaky limbs and suppressed groans and dirty kisses. Both of you know it.Â
He moves down your body, until his face is hovering over your cunt. He doesnât have his reading glasses on, so he has to pull his head back and squint as he spreads your folds with his thumbs, studying what you look like. He licks a stripe over you. A second, longer one, before he zeroes in on your clit. You can do nothing except lay there and take it as your hips twitch from overstimulation under his firm hands.
âOh my god,â You whisper, your fingers twisting in his hair. âF-Fuck.â
He moans at that, pressed right up against you, the sound deep and delicious and vibrating. âFeel good?â He asks teasingly with a nip to your inner thigh.
âWhat doâWhat the fuck do you think?â
He breathes a laugh. Itâs short and airy, not frustrated like before, and a warmth ignites itself in the back of your mind. Itâs overpowering even the feeling of his mouth licking and sucking your most sensitive area; Itâs the relief that heâs still hiding the Logan you fell in love with somewhere in there.
You wind your fingers in his hair and scratch his scalp. You try to do it lovingly, although it comes across as sexual and Loganâs breath hitches in pleasure against your pussy instead. So as you suppress a gasp from the pure skill of his tongue, you show your affection differentlyâyou hold the wounded hand he has resting face-up beside your hip. The cuts embedded there are easy to avoid as your thumb rubs the lines of his palm, because even though you canât see his hand, the puffiness surrounding each slash on his skin are your cues.
He doesnât move his hand away, but his tongue falters for a fraction of a second before slowing down.
The kind of love youâre pressing into Loganâs skin with each gentle stroke is unrecognizable to him. Itâs not the pitiful love heâs so used to. He thinks it might be the opposite. Admiration. Reverence.
âIâm so empty,â You whisper, bringing your hands to grope Loganâs biceps. Theyâre sweaty and hard and flexing under your touch, and you wonder if he would let you ride them one day.
When your climax starts to creep up on you, itâs thanks to the image of Logan forcing you to lick your arousal clean off his bicep. Indulgently swirling your tongue along his pronounced veins, savoring the taste of his sweat mixed with yourself. Heâd probably say somthing like, fuckinâ filthy. Getting yourself off on my arm. Who does that? Are you that obsessed with me?
Logan feels you squeezing his tongue, harder than all the other times before, so he withdraws at the last moment, ruining your orgasm once again.
 You convulse silently, your breath coming out stuttered with your twitching jaw. As if he can read your mind, he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants and boxers. But he doesnât strip himself of his wifebeater, stained with blood.
Itâs the hottest thing in the world.
You blink, and suddenly Logan is hovering above you with his cock over your face. He rubs his leaking tip on your cheeks first, then your lips, and when you open your mouth to take him, he moves his cock away and nudges your jaw shut with his free hand, shaking his head.
âNot yet.â
A whine lodges itself in your throat as Logan spreads his pre-come over the plush of your lips. It escapes only when he lets go of his cock in favor of massaging his wetness across your lips and on your tongue with his thumb. His hard cock is bobbing above you, almost tantalizingly, the occasional drip of arousal landing itself somewhere near your eyes, then your hair, then your mouth, and you watch Loganâs brow furrow as you try to lick whatever you can.
His resolve snaps. A calloused hand squeezes at your cheeks until your jaw falls open. His cock is in your mouth before you can process it, thick and heavy and wet. So. Incredibly. Wet. You start to wonder how itâs even possible that heâs this hard at his age, but you know he wouldnât want you to be wondering that, so you happily push the thought away.
You suck your cheeks in, swirling your tongue around his tip as you bob your head to meet the subtle, almost imperceivable thrust of his hips. Youâre taking it well, you know you are. So you keep taking it, until Logan can no longer successfully suppress his moans and his hips are jerking out of rhythm.
He moves back until his cock slips out of your mouth. âI donât wanna come like this. Wanna fuck you.â
âYeah, yes. Fuck me. Please.â
He stands up and turns you on your front, your knees pressing into the soft couch cushions with your ass in the air.
âLogan,â You plead as you feel his tip pressing at your entrance.
âIâve got you,â He says quietly, pushing in until half of his cock is comfortably squeezed by your cunt. Both your breathing is loud and labored, and thereâs a specific kind of intimacy in knowing youâre both feeling this identical need. Overwhelming and hot and unquenchable by anything other than each other.
His first thrust is shallow, but it ruins you all the same. With how thick he is, it should feel like an intrusion, and it does. But all you can think about is how perfectly he fits inside of you, filling you extraordinarily with only a few inches.
âFuck,â Logan breathes. âLook at that.â He traces around your entrance with his thumb. âStretching so wide to take me.â
You moan, pressing your cheek against the sofa as you rock with his thrusts. He still hasnât pressed all the way in yet, and youâre growing impatient. âCome on,â You urge, pushing yourself back to force more of his cock into you.
You expect him to chastise you for being so greedy, but he listens to you instead with a slow, full thrust. His tip nudges your cervix with how deep he is, and a ragged moan escapes you. âYes,â You whine, âOh god, yes.â
Loganâs breaths are coming out heavy through his nose, quick and occasionally intertwined with a grunt. His thrusts are getting quicker, and itâs starting to burn, but you welcome every sensation he has to offer you. He pulls out, spits on his cock, then shoves himself back inside, and this time youâre both unabashedly moaning the minute youâre joined again.Â
His fingers dig in the plush of your ass as he observes himself disappearing into you. It hurts, but you love it. He knows you do, so he spanks you quickly before gripping you and rutting against you again.
âI love when you fuck me,â You whisper, feeling ashamed as soon as the confession leave you. âWhen you properly fuck me.â
He slows for a moment so he can watch his cock glisten with how wet you are. âI know.â He picks back up his punishing pace.
Your eyes begin to water, from pain or pleasure, you canât tell. âI love you.â
âI know,â He repeats, this time breathier. His hips stutter. You can tell heâs close.
âI want it on my face,â You tell him quickly, his impending orgasm giving you no time to worry about being too forward.
He pulls out again, letting you turn onto your back as he shifts up your body. He jerks himself furiously, but you swat his hand away and take it upon yourself to stroke him.
âCome for me,â You tell him honestly, softly. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips part around a trembling exhale.
He groans as his release coats your face in long stripes. Some of it even lands in your hair, but you donât care. Your own fingers work your clit as you stick your tongue out and taste him. Logan bends down to kiss you, chest heaving and hands shaky, and you rub yourself faster as you swap his release between the two of you with a hum. He pulls back to let you swallow, then he kisses your cheeks with his rough beard, uncaring about the mess on your face.
You donât know youâre coming until itâs over and youâre breathless, and itâs almost excruciating with how much heâs ruined you, but youâre so exhausted you canât find it in yourself to dwell on it a second longer.
You wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down for another kiss because you can hardly remember the one he just gave you.
âIâm sorry I had been treating you all wrong,â You say carefully.
âIt doesnât matter anymore.â His voice is rough.
You nod, your lips brushing his as you smooth sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. These touches are hard for him. Any variation of your chaste affection is a reminder that heâs not really Logan anymore.
But the shame in it is gone. Replaced by the reassurance that he can still surround you with safety and firm hands and blatant desire;
And for a moment, heâs his old self again.
A/N: it's been so long since i've written anything, but logan has been consuming my brain for weeks so i had to get this out. i hope it's true to his character. <3 also, my asks are open, so feel free to request anything you want to read about.
#hugh jackman#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#hugh jackman x reader#wolverine smut#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#x men#old!logan x reader#old man logan#old man logan x reader
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Just Relax
Summary: Youâre stressed. Jack knows how to fix that.
Characters: Eyeless Jack x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: First time, stress relief, using orgasms as a way to relieve stress, teaching, inexperience, virgin, cunnilingus, blowjob, bad blowjob, grinding, tip fucking, vaginal, kinda creampie, Jack's a gentle giant, service top, claws, mentions of blood, mentions of gunshots, bullet wounds (not smut related), injury
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Being the only other medically intelligent resident in the mansion intensified your job.
Slender partnered you with Jack, the tall brooding organ-eating demon that spent most of his time either in his medical lab in the basement or face-deep in someoneâs intestines. It was charming, really.Â
Your jobs were to patch up the proxies and keep them running, their missions being insanely more dangerous than the average creep and constantly landing them on Jackâs workbench. You were tasked with helping the demon: holding wounds closed, getting his supplies, or even rounding some innocent bystander up for his dinner. You were always on the move, always completing some requests. And it was seriously taking a toll.Â
You were becoming restless, your body always aching and your mind never quiet from the constant stress you faced. You tried to hide it, but as the bags under your eyes grew from the lack of good sleep, it became harder to put on a good face. Especially around the demon who ordered your every move.Â
So when Jack occasionally got restless and left you in his lab to go hunt, you usually would spend the time tidying up or catching a quick nap. But when a bloodied Tim stumbled down the basement steps and through the door, heaving from exhaustion, you panicked.Â
The tall brunette stumbled into your arms, coughing loudly as you tugged him to the medical table and laid him down, his jacket dark with blood and dirt. He had been shot, twice in the gut, it looked like. You grit your teeth, tugging his jacket and shirt off as you carefully watch his face, his eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Shit. Where the hell was Jack?! It wasnât that you didnât know what to do, it was just that Jack was more familiar with these things. You were just an assistant. But you had no choice, curse the demon and his greedy tongue.Â
You pulled the medical tray towards you, the metal pan littered with different tools you were familiar with. You grabbed a cloth, dousing it with sterile alcohol and wiping Timâs gut, forcing his chest down as he hissed against the sting. You had to be quick, there was no telling how long the poor guy was hauling himself here and bleeding out quickly. After cleaning his skin, more blood gushed, but you were finally able to tell where the entrance holes were. âJust hold on.â You grit, grabbing the long tweezers from the tray and focusing, pressing your arm against Timâs chest as you slowly sink the cold prongs into the wound. The large man cried out, fists clenching the soft padding of the table as you prodded for the bullet, pushing deeper until you felt an abnormality lodged deep into his skin. You were way too shaky for this, your unsteady hands likely to tear his wound further as you pinched the small bullet and unlodged it from his gut. You needed Jack, now.
And like a god-sent, you heard loud boots stomping down the wooden stairs, a tall figure emerging through the open door as you dropped the bloody bullet onto the tray. â[Y/N]? Whatâs all this blood- oh shit.â Jackâs monotone voice muffled behind his mask, his head instantly snapping to you as you turned to him, panicked and hands covered in Timâs blood.Â
The demon was quick, grabbing the tweezers from your hand and pressing over the bleeding man, doing a much better job of retrieving the second bullet as you slid to his side, offering your help as always. He popped the tiny metal onto the tray, quickly grabbing disinfectant and eyeing you as he returned to the bloody scene, trying his best not to apologize right now.
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Before you knew it Tim was back upstairs asleep in his bed, his torso wrapped in clean bandages and veins full of liquid painkillers. The procedure went by quickly after Jack arrived, making quick work of getting the man cleaned up after his latest mission. You sat at Jackâs desk, face hidden in your hands as you finally caught your breath, fingers still stained with his blood. The demon leaned awkwardly against the edge of the table, mask long discarded on the now clean table now that you were in the privacy of each other. Jack had stopped using his mask around you long ago when he realized you would be together every day, pushing past his instincts and accepting your presence wholeheartedly. He appreciated the help more than you knew.Â
âIâm sorryâŠâ He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you, palms rubbing your tired eyes as you looked up, but not at him. âItâs fine.â You wanted to accept his apology, but your angry sleep-deprived brain wouldnât let you, a snarky response being all that you could offer. Jack could hear your irritation, cringing to himself as crossed his arms, looking down to the floor. âLike, seriously. That was completely me. I sho-âÂ
âI said itâs fine, Jack.â You cut him off, huffing as you pushed off the desk and began picking up random trash around the lab. You refused to look at him as you tried to occupy yourself, begging your angry tongue not to attack him further. But Jack, being himself, pushed further, begging for your forgiveness. âBut itâs not. I mean, how can I make it up to you?â He pushed, circling in front of you and reaching for your shoulders, the demon easily towering over you as you strained your neck to look up at him. âYou canât, okay?â You snarled, pushing off of him and tossing random syringe packets into the trash, slipping away from him. You were fuming, unreasonably, but you couldnât help it as you breathed quickly, face growing hot. You were becoming overstimulated, your hair pressing too close against your neck, this room suddenly becoming way too cramped, and your head just hurting, begging for you to just lay down.Â
Jack crossed his arms, sitting back against the medical table as he watched you stomp around, his knee tapping worriedly. âBut-â Just hearing his voice was beginning to make you mad, his need to apologize becoming so whiney in your mind. âListen, Jack. I donât fuckinâ need your sorry, okay? What I need is to be left alone. Iâm stressed out of my mind, alright?â You snapped, shoulders tense and hands flinging with every word. Jack just watched quietly, his dark sockets staring blankly at your red face. He knew you were stressed, how could he not? But he also knew this was the result of days of suppressing that stress, refusing to acknowledge just how overwhelmed you were until you got to this point, your words moving faster than your mind could stop. He didnât take it to heart, it was all emotional and he knew that. But what he did do was push further, despite your anger.Â
âThen why donât you rest? Like, take the day off or just take a minute. I donât know, have a shot or something.â You leaned back against Jackâs desk, rubbing your face as you groaned, your head pounding. âYou donât think Iâve tried? Canât catch a wink of sleep because my mind wonât just stop. Iâve been on a high drive all week.â You whined, tears pricking your eyes as the demon watched you, brows knitting as you wiped your eyelids. He thought quietly, sockets studying you annoyingly as you wiped your hair from your face, irritation growing when he wouldnât look away.
âHave you tried masturbating?â For a second, you really couldnât tell if your ears were working right, convinced you were still in shock as you glared at him. What the fuck kind of question was that? Thinking he was joking, you laughed dryly, rolling your eyes. âVery funny, Jack.â But he wasnât laughing, his face dead serious as he arched a brow expectantly. Thatâs when your face grew hot, cheeks growing a darker tint until you forced yourself to look away, avoiding his piercing gaze. You screwed your eyes shut, embarrassed. You hadnât, but you felt like he had already come to that conclusion as he pushed off of the table, stepping closer to you and making your breath hitch. He tilted his head, arms crossed tightly as he strained the answer out of you.
âNo, okay? I donât have time for that shit. And besides, I wouldnât even know how.â Such trivial things had never crossed your list of wants when you were working under Slender. You had more important things to worry about like completing missions or saving someoneâs life. Touching yourself hadnât really crossed your mind.Â
Jack scoffed, his hands uncurling to rest against his hips. âWhat? You mean like, you donât know how to jerk off?â It was embarrassing when the demon said it out loud, your eyes screwing shut and cheeks hot before him. But he only stepped closer, his tall stature suffocating you. You shook your head, refusing to look up. âWhy would I need to? Iâm not some dog in heat.âÂ
That one struck harder than you meant for it to. You were all too familiar with Jackâs seasonal heat cycles, his demon instincts overriding his thoughts a couple of times a year and driving him to seclusion for a week or so. Those were the times you hated the most when he wasnât around, wasnât there to guide you during a procedure or appreciate your efforts. So when you looked up at him, fearful that he was going to go off on you for your careless insult, you were surprised to see his face so calm.Â
âYeah, you need to jerk off.â He smiled, a little teasing in his voice as you scowled. âListen, orgasms are good for relieving stress. So, if youâre going to keep working, you either need to learn how, or let me help you.â His words felt like a joke, but his face was so sincere you had to readjust, your stomach tightening with butterflies. He couldnât be serious, help you?Â
But as his gray-blue claws rested on his hips, head tilted to stare at you below him, you couldnât help but squirm. He was looming closer, his jagged smile teasing but earnest as your face became hot. This was embarrassing, letting practically your boss coerce you into letting him get you off. You wanted to say no, to fight him off and persevere by yourself. But when the flutters in your stomach turned to throbbing between your thighs, you groaned, giving up.Â
âFine. But⊠I donât know what Iâm doing. Like, Iâve never done anything like this before.â You mumbled, pushing off the wall and standing inches from him, straining your neck to look at his toothy grin. âItâs okay, pet. Iâll be gentle.âÂ
Pressing his claw behind your back, he guided you to the medical table, pushing you to the end. You panicked slightly when he scooped under your armpits and picked you up easily, setting you on the edge so you were level with his chest. You wanted to stop, the sudden closeness making you overwhelmed, but when his claws rested on your hips, you tensed. âRelax.â He cooed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. You were speechless.
Your friendship with Jack was close, and your mutual understanding of how difficult both of your lives were plus the forced proximity made it easier to become quick friends. But as his warm lips pressed down your jaw to your neck so comfortably, you questioned everything you thought you knew about the two of you. He was eager, but soft, nipping against your skin as you tilted your neck, gasping softly as goosebumps ran over you. He was nudged between your legs, his short hair tickling your ear as his claws gripped you tight, holding your hips down. You couldnât help but rest your hands on his shoulders, pushing back slightly as he moved to the other side of your neck, little red spots appearing everywhere he nipped with his fangs.Â
âJackâŠâ He smiled, letting off your neck and pecking your cheek again, leaning back to look at you. Your face was hot, cheeks dark and flustered, but he thought you looked cute. You, however, had your thoughts running a mile a minute, confused but oh so excited as his claws slipped under the hem of your shirt. Jack could smell your arousal and it made him hungry, so rarely, for something other than guts.Â
âShh, lean back.â He hummed, slipping your shirt up and off your head and making you whine. Placing your hands behind you, you leaned back, stunned when he slipped his nails into your shorts and tugged them down your thighs, purring at the sight of your panties. You couldnât believe he was actually serious, slipping the fabric off your ankles and tossing them to the ground, hands quick to reach your hips again. You placed your hands on his chest, holding him back from attacking your neck again. âYou don't have to do this. Iâll be fine.â You grit, eyes nervously flickering between his face and his crotch pressed so closely between your legs. He just smiled, rubbing your waist. âThis is for you. If youâre going to keep working, I need you in good condition. Just relax, pet.â He cooed, pushing back against your chest so you lay on the padded table, feet dangling. You were practically vibrating, unsure of exactly how to lay or move so you just gripped the leather awkwardly, watching the demon run his claws over your thighs.
âI need you to talk to me. Donât let me overwhelm you.â He said sternly, hooking under your panties and tugging them down, your legs instinctively clutching together. âToo late.â You whined, pushing your hands down to cover yourself as you breathed heavily. Jack only chuckled, gripping your wrists gently and pulling them to your sides as he kneeled. You watched him nervously, his face now even with your closed thighs as he pushed your knees apart, checking your expressions. The demon knew you needed this, knew you were excited. He just needed to show you to let go.Â
Spreading your legs despite your protests, Jack scooped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him until he was inches from your pretty cunt. He breathed deep, sighing at the sweet scent of your excitement that coaxed him closer. His dark sockets never moved from your panicked face, sitting up slightly as you watched his lips smile, your eyes wide. This was insane. But before another desperate attempt to get him to rethink this left your lips, one of Jackâs dark, long tongues licked a thick stripe between your folds. Your back hits the leather immediately, a shaken gasp slipping through as you tense your thighs closer. Jackâs strong arms held them apart just fine, chuckling to himself as he watched your pupils blow wide. His tongue was so warm and slick, his thick saliva running through your lips and making you shudder. âJack-â
He was already back again, long tongue running flat up your cunt and flicking on your clit. Your gasp was ragged, fingernails digging into the padding underneath as you craned your neck to see the demon. Jack was staring at you, the corners of his open mouth twitched up to a smile as he flicked the tip of his tongue against your already twitching clit. The feeling was so unfamiliar, so odd but so heavenly. He seemed so skilled, so eager to tug the little sounds out of you as he dove deeper, your bottom lip slipping into your teeth.Â
âYou alright, pet?â He mumbled, tongue quick to lick a thick stripe between your folds again, pressing a soft kiss against your soaked lips and giving you a moment to breathe. His claws were kneading the softness of your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your burning skin. Were you alright? Your breathing was heavy, quick and sharp as you stared at him, cheeks hot and flushed. You were nervous, your body unsure of what it was even feeling, but you knew you needed more. More of whatever his delicious tongue was offering.Â
So, you nodded, leaning back but keeping your head up, watching nervously as he kissed your inner thighs softly. He smiled again, kissing his way back down to your folds and sliding his tongue out again, spreading the lips around his warm tongue. You groaned, biting your lip as you tried to contain the noises that dared to get louder, unaware that you could even make sure vulgar sounds. Jack was back to flicking against your clit again, eyelids heavy as he relished in the way you fought yourself. You were so desperate to contain what he knew you needed to let out, so he slid deeper, his long tongue slipping against your tight entrance.Â
You panicked slightly, stomach clenching when you felt him press against your hole. He didnât move, eyes trained as you gripped the leather, your face hot and heavy. Your thighs threatened to close, Jackâs claws digging slightly to keep them apart but not pulling farther. Your clit was throbbing, aching from the loss of the demonâs tongue but alive with the new sensation. He blinked at you, reading every expression as he dared further, the tip of his thick tongue slipping inside of your cunt. At the sensation, you didnât expect your hips to jerk, legs tensing as he pressed inside, but you couldnât stop yourself. Jack held you close, your tight entrance accepting the warm intrusion as you clenched and throbbed. It was so unfamiliar, but so warm, so filling.Â
The further his tongue pressed in the faster your hands slid down to run through his brown hair. You gripped tight, tugging lightly as his lips pressed flush against your folds, his eyelids fluttering shut as he soaked in your warmth. You tasted heavenly, your arousal thick around his tongue as he breathed deep, letting you adjust. His tongue contoured easily through your cunt, rubbing gently against your gummy walls until your hips were squirming, begging for movement. You couldnât even explain your movements, your body taking control and guiding itself against him. But when Jackâs thick tongue eventually curled against your warmth, lapping at your ecstasy, you felt like you couldnât breathe.Â
âJack!â It came out ragged, like you were gasping for air that was being stolen with every curl. You tugged against the demonâs hair, his groans vibrating against your cunt and making you whine louder. It was too much. The unfamiliar stretch, the warmth, and even his noises were making you lose yourself. âAhn- Oh my⊠Oh my God-â You moaned loudly, your resistance thinning with every pull of his long tongue. Your body twitched against him, your hips stuttering and grinding uncontrollably. His thumb still brushed against your thigh, that one constant keeping you aware the deeper he probed his tongue. Your back arched off the table, unsure if you were trying to pull away from him or angle him deeper, but he moved with you.Â
The wet schlick of his tongue tugging in and out of your tight cunt made you groan, eyes screwed shut. You were so overwhelmed, but Jack was quick to read you, quick to adjust his speed the louder you got and bring you back down to a comfortable pace. Your lightheadedness appreciated that, your cunt slick and gummy as your arousal built, his lips becoming soaked. But Jack was in heaven. You tasted so good, so unexplainably good that he couldnât dare remove his tongue. Your arousal was so sweet, but so sour in his mouth, his groans vibrating against your cunt. But it was pooling now, building heavily. He knew you were close, so he curled harder.Â
âJack, I- Ah! I think Iâm gonna- gonna cumâŠâ You mewled, his grinding down against his mouth as you tugged his hair closer, pressing his head deeper between your thighs. You were so sweaty, so hot and overwhelmed, but you couldnât stop. There was a thick knot in your abdomen, your arousal peaking louder. Jack grumbled, nodding his head lazily as his eyelids tightened, focused on reaching deeper and tasting more of you until your body couldnât resist anymore.
You came hard. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, your entire body wracking and tensing itself, a sharp moan crying from your lips. You leaned forward, Jack quick to adjust and pull your hips up so he could drink up every inch of you that spilt onto his tongue nestled so deeply inside of you. You were crying out, your fingers gripping his hair so tightly you were afraid youâd rip it from his scalp, but Jack could only moan. âFuck- Fuck!â Your thighs were shaking, the demonâs large claws gripping tighter so he could relish in the feeling of his tongue being squeezed by your throbbing cunt as you rode out your orgasm. Your breathing was loud, your cheeks hot as you panted and strained against the tongue still nestled inside. You waited for him to slip out, but he never did, his tongue still prodding against your soaked walls.Â
The demonâs eyelids eventually opened, his cheeks dark as he held you close, his lips swollen against your folds. You were so stunning, every inch of your burning skin glowing under your ecstasy as he slipped another tongue out of his mouth. It slid against your folds, just as thick and long as the first one but finding a new direction as you whined loudly. He wasnât done with you yet, he couldnât be, not when your body called to him so desperately. So his second tongue flicked against your clit the same way he did before, pitching the tiny cries and whines out of you he loved to hear. You were quick to react, your body still sensitive but desperate to chase that high again as you jerked against his tongue, hips stuttering even harder. Jack didnât go too fast, pressing just hard enough and just quick enough to make your arousal build up, but watching you closely to make sure he didnât press your sensitive body too far. He was careful, diligent with his every flick and curl. You were falling apart all over again.
âJack, Iâm- I canât again-â You whined, legs heavy on his arms as he groaned, hugging them close to his head. The demon dug his knees into the ground, his cock pressing hard against his jeans but he ignored it, focused only on you and making you spill on his tongue again. âYesh, yu canâŠâ He lulled against your cunt, eyelids fluttering with every slick of his tongues. You wanted to resist, wanted to fight back against him, but he had pulled every ounce of your fight out. Jack was pushing you into some headspace you had never experienced before, your mind running on fumes and ecstasy. So you just let go.Â
It was no time before you were cumming again, your orgasm much quicker than the last. Jack didnât hold your thighs apart this time, he slid his claws up your waist, letting your plush legs wrap around his head and squeeze tightly as he groaned. The demon was slowly cracking under you, his mind running rampant as he drank down more of your sweet arousal, pushing off of his knees and to his feet until your hips were completely off the table. Your shoulder blades pressed back against the padding, your loud moans echoing in his ears and making him grin. Your cunt was wrecked, sopping wet and swollen as his tongues finally slid back, tugging out of your stretched cunt and back into his mouth. You watched through heavy lids, sweat sticking to your forehead and making you feel all hot and exhausted.
But Jack was lost in your body, eyelids heavy over his sockets as he leaned over you, pressing wet kisses against your stomach and back up to your chest. You were heaving, goosebumps rushing along your warm skin as the demon reached under your back and unclipped your bra, sliding it off of your shoulders. âSo prettyâŠâ He mumbled, kissing along the skin around your nipples until you were hissing. He peered up at your red face, grinning as he slid his arms around your waist and tugged you up to his chest, pressing you close to him. âDid so good, huh? Donât you feel better?â He cooed, rubbing your back with his nails gently, leaving goosebumps against your skin.Â
You did feel better. In fact, you didnât feel anything but good. Your mind was blank, only the cool leather under your soaked cunt making you twitch, pleasure still coursing through your muscles. Jack was nestled between your legs, chin tucked over your head as he smiled, breathing in how amazing you smelt under him. But this close, you could feel his boner pressed tightly against your thigh, the large bulge making your eyes widen. The demon had done so much for you, it was only right you do something in return.Â
You slid your hand down between you, cupping his bulge and rubbing gently until Jack was groaning. You tried to unbutton his jeans, but he was quick to lean back, gripping your wrists. âThereâs no need for that. You need to rest.â He grinned, pressing your hands back to your sides gently. You pouted, straining against his arms to reach back again. âYou helped me. Now let me help you⊠Even if it wonât be very good, I can still try.â You peered up at him, eyes wide and pleading as you felt some sense of need wash over you. Jack watched you carefully, contemplating with himself before sighing and rubbing his neck. âOkay. But do not push yourself.â He warned, letting go of your wrists and helping you slide off the table.Â
The demon grunted when your hands found his bulge again, your heart pounding in your chest as you unbuttoned his jeans nervously. You had no fucking clue what you were doing, but you pushed his jeans back anyways, his boxers doing little to hide his girth. Jackâs claws rubbed your shoulder gently as you tugged his boxers down, gasping when his length bobbed out. He was⊠huge. You had never really seen a dick before, but you knew Jack was above average. The demon towered above you anyway, so it only made sense that his length would carry through. But even still, it was hard to focus as you watched the girth twitch in the air. Jackâs claw gripped your shoulder tighter now, watching you carefully.
Taking a deep breath, you kneeled, the demon taken back but quick to adjust. Your wide eyes flicked nervously between his face and the cock in front of you, hands nervously gripping his thighs as you pressed closer. Jack was nervous himself, studying your every move. Licking your lips, you pressed a kiss against the tip, shocked by how warm the flesh was as you lifted your hand to grip the base. Jack sighed, fisting his hands at his sides. You licked your lips again, the salty taste making you press further. You flattened your tongue, licking the head and slowly pumping the length in your hand, unsure if you were even doing this right. But when the demon groaned, pressing his hips closer, your stomach fluttered.Â
There was no way you were fitting that in your mouth. So instead you tugged his cock to the side, pressing your lips against the side and sucking gently, jerking your hand slowly. You mouthed against the base, slipping licks up the length until Jackâs claws were resting against your head, rubbing gently and gritting his fangs. It wasnât good and you knew that, but Jack didnât care, all he knew was that you were trying and that was all that mattered to him. âYeah, doing so good pet⊠Keep moving your hand just like thatâŠâ The demon cooed, running his thumb against your cheek. Your stomach fluttered wildly, your mouth sliding to the tip and sucking at his slit. You could taste the bitterness as you run your tongue against the head, Jack's arousal pushing through his gritted teeth. âFuckâŠâ
You dared, pushing your jaw open and flattening your tongue as you took the tip inside. You tried to press further, but your throat constricting as you gagged pushing you back, tears pricking your eyes. âAh, careful-â Jack hissed, pressing his hands against your cheeks and pushing you back, but you resisted. You took the head in your mouth again, tongue swirling as your screwed your eyes shut, pumping your hand along the rest of the length. The demon groaned, hands still pressing against your cheeks gently as he begged you to take it slow. His skin was hot, cock twitching in your mouth every time you sucked. âEasy, pet⊠Yeah, just like thatâŠâ He groaned, brushing the hair off of your forehead and admiring your flushed face. You tried to press further, but you would gag and force yourself back, head bobbing as far as you could go before slobber pooled on your lips. You pumped his length quickly, making up for the rest of the length you couldnât get. Jack was vibrating under your mouth, claws gripping desperately in your hair and brushing the tears from your eyes. âShit, [Y/N]...â Your jaw was becoming sore, but you pushed, begging your throat to take him.
Until Jack gripped your chin, tugging it down and pulling you off of his tip. You whined, pushing back against his hands but he was already pushing you to the floor, back pressed down against the cold concrete of the basement. Jack kneeled between your legs, spreading them wide as he tugged off his shirt, tossing it to the side. âYou did so good, pet⊠So good⊠Let meâŠâ He hissed, pumping his cock in his claws and pushing your knees apart. Your eyes widened, heart pounding underneath his hungry gaze. âJack- I donât know if I-â But he was already rubbing your thigh gently, pulling your hips to meet his. âItâs okay. Iâve got you.â He cooed, breathing heavily above you.
Jack pressed his cock down, angling your hips up against his thighs so your cunt laid flat in front of him, your hands gripping onto his knees. Your heart was pounding, eyes flicking nervously as you watched Jack press his cock down, sliding his wet length through your soaked folds and groaning loudly. His tip nudged against your clit, your hips jerking as you gasped, digging your nails into his jeans. âFeels good, yeah?â He purred, slowly grinding his cock down against your cunt, pressing his thumb against the length to keep himself between your folds. You were whining, pressing your hips up to grind against his length as he ground down into you. His tip nudged against your clit with every thrust, the nub twitching against the contact and making your abdomen tighten. âJust like that, JackâŠâ You whined, his left hand clamping around your hip and pulling you close to him, rubbing the skin gently.Â
The demon didnât thrust fast, more concerned with pushing those beautiful moans from your lips rather than speeding you through an orgasm. He thought the buildup was better anyway. âI can feel your cunt clenching underneath meâŠâ He mewled, pushing his head down with his thumb to grind against your clit, making you hiss. Jack could smell you even heavier now. Two orgasms deep you smelled even more delicious, your heart thudding in his ears as you stared at him through heavy, tired eyes.
That was all it took for him. Jack pressed forward, hands gripping to your waist and leaning over you, pressing his lips against yours. Future consequences be fucked, all he cared about was how amazing you looked and felt gripping onto his shoulders as he ground down into you. You were crying out, hips thrusting up to meet his cock, your folds sliding around his girth and clit throbbing so perfectly. âI want you to cum against me, pet⊠Let me feel you fall apart under meâŠâ Jack smiled, pressing his lips against your cheek and licking the sweat off your face. You moaned deeply, nails digging into his shoulders as you arched your hips up, angling just right.
Jack moaned out, claws sharp against your skin as the tip of his cock slipped into your entrance, the tight hole stretching around him snugly. âDo it- Do it inside, thenâŠâ You gasped, pushing past the sting of your cunt stretching around his head and grinding your hips up, your orgasm nipping at your abdomen. Jack hissed, his hips thrusting down shallowly and popping his tip in and out, stretching you just right. âSo perfect⊠Cum on my cock then, pet⊠Iâve got youâŠâ He grinned, sweat dripping off his nose as he nestled into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fucked you open.Â
The tip of his cock pushing just right against the entrance of your walls made you cry out, cunt clenching down tightly around his head before you were cumming around him. Jack growled, breathing deeply as he stalled his hips, his cock twitching against the sudden tightness, pushing him over. His warm seed spilt into your cunt, his cock pulsing as he leaned back and jerked himself off quickly, keeping the tip inside of you as he gripped your waist tight. âSuch a good pet⊠Took me so well, yeah? Taking all my cum like a good girlâŠâ He smiled, giving his hips one last jerk as pushing his tip deep into your entrance for good measure before pulling out. You huffed, cunt throbbing and pulsing as he pulled out, the demonâs warm seed quick to spill out of your entrance and down your cunt, seeping onto your skin. Jack couldnât help but growl, pressing kisses along your hot skin as you caught your breath, clinging to the large demon.Â
When you eventually settled down, eyes heavy and head light, Jack scooped you up, leaning your head against his shoulder. He carried you through the mansion quickly, lucking no prying eyes around to see him carry you to his room and shut the door quickly. He cleaned you up, careful to be gentle against your sensitive folds as he ran a warm rag against you, your tired body clinging to him. âJust relaxâŠâ Jack smiled, pulling his sheets back and laying you down, quick to slip beside you and press his warm body against your side, scooping you against him. Your head was so light, your body so heavy and tired against him that you couldnât resist. You were quick asleep, light snores making Jack chuckle as he breathed your scent deep, pressing his nose against your head and letting his own eyes shut.
Needless to say, you had never slept so well.
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â maybe some faith would do me good
christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams
summary â ellie's forced to go to some church camp thing for the summer. maybe she'll actually enjoy it if she keeps seeing you around.
warnings â 2.78k â smut, non apocalyptic au, guys dont cancel međ
, mention of suicide (jokingly) , implied reader virginity loss, religious themes, alludes to what david did to ellie, friends to enemies to lovers kinda, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in church, public humiliation, cunnilingus and fingering (r!receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)
ellie tried to protest when joel proposed the idea of ellie spending her summer days at some camp for religious kids that one of the elders in jackson had volunteered to host, she really did. she didn't know what joel was trying to accomplish. maybe he thought in some twisted way this would help her get over that encounter. it didn't matter what the point was, it mattered that she was being woken up at 8 in the morning on the first day of summer to go to some stupid camp. joel told her she was being dramatic, it was only a 2 and half week program and then the rest of her summer was free.
she was still grumpy nevertheless, slumping her way to this church retreat. she'd only packed enough for a week, hoping that if she ran out of clothes they'd be forced to send her home. A friendly old woman greeted her, smiling and cheerful unlike ellie. The woman led ellie to a room, explaining that this was her room during the program. She fought every urge to roll her eyes, knowing the woman was just being nice but, god, who really had that much energy this early in the morning? The woman instructed her to leave her bag on one of the bedsâ great she had a roommateâ and then make her way to the prayer room.
ellie groaned at the thought. prayer room? she might as well shoot herself now. she complied nevertheless. her feet dragging along the wooden floor, the planks creaking with every step she took. the halls were white, various pictures of religious symbolism decorating the otherwise plain walls. she couldn't deny that the hallway made her feel uneasy. she could only imagine what it looked like at night. ellie sighs as she comes across a door, half open and she can hear chatter from behind it. she worked up the courage to walk through the door, preparing herself for whatever bullshit she'll endure while she's here.
she takes a look around the room, eyes all the girls who seemed to all know each other. each girl with their own smile on their face. ellie rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her and before she could even process what was happening, she was approached by a girl. you. "i didn't think you'd be here." you smile at her, oblivious to the one sided feud you had with ellie. you were the pastor's daughter, probably the one responsible for this little get together. god, ellie hated you. the way you dressed, the way you talked, the stupid smile on your face, the even stupider bow in your hair and that little sundress that showed so much for someone like you.
truthfully, ellie didn't have a good reason to hate you. especially since you two grew up together, being raised to be built in friends. but hating you just to hate you seemed justified enough for her. "didn't have much of a choice." she barely keeps eye contact, keeping her response cold and dry. you frown at that. "oh. okay..." you look down to your shoes, it was obvious you picked up on the dismay in her tone. her mind wonders, just for a second, if she took it too far. but she shakes the thought. "yeah." she clears her throat, looking around the room once again. "well... um..." it was ridiculous how quickly your confidence was knocked down. all because of ellie.
ellie chuckles, finding some sick amusement in your reaction. you were going to speak again, probably to ask something like 'are you mad at me?' but you were dragged away by your friends. ellie sighed, watching you walk away. her eyes trailing from the back of your head all the way down to yourâ woah. why the hell did she look there?! god, but the damage was done. ellie wanted to look again, certain parts of her practically begging for just another glance. she refuses though, instead focusing on one of the stained glass windows. nothing fancy, just a red cross with a blue background. the funding for this particular chapel wasn't exactly the highest.
ellie could feel herself warm up, her mind jolting such crude thoughts about you. she groaned, running a hand through her hair. you had her mind so confused. she hated your guts. she really did. but all she could think about when she saw you was how much she wanted to bend you over and just yell at you. for what? she didn't know. for being too religious? too kind? too innocent? her mind wanders again, to a new thought she'd never had before. she wanted to ruin you, give it to you until you couldn't possibly take it any more. watching all the innocence leave your eyes while she filled you with sin. ellie snaps out of her thoughts, noticing that the woman from earlier had begun to speak about the quote unquote 'fun activities planned'.
through out the day, she tried to avoid you. even when you tried your very hardest to make amends for something you had no clue about. she participated in the church themed activities with little enthusiasm, being told more than once to at least act like she was having fun. the sun had begun to set, the chaperones calling out that dinner was ready. but ellie wasn't hungry. she managed to slip away from everyone else. wondering the semi creepy halls, just thinking to herself. she counted how many times the floor squeaked and creaked. she was content with just doing that until she counted a creak that she didn't make.
she turned around, her heart rate a little elevated only to find out it was just you. she sighed and rolled her eyes, returning to her initial path. "hey... they said dinner was ready." you were wary, nervous and shy even, and she couldn't blame you. "i know." her tone was less harsh this time. perhaps she was feeling guilty for her outburst earlier. "you're... um, you're going the wrong way." you were just trying to be helpful, but with every word you spoke, the more ellie got angry at you. "i know." she repeated. she heart your soft footsteps running up behind her to catch up. "so, why are you going this way?" your voice was so sweet, just like the honey ellie imagined licking off your body at least 30 times today.
she didn't answer, continuing to walk in the opposite direction of where she needed to be. and you just followed like a lost little puppy. "hey? i saidâ" she cuts you off. "i heard you." her cold tone was back. "oh." just like earlier, your gaze redirected to your shoes. "don't do that." she sighed, looking over at you. "huh? do what...?" you look up at her, frown evident on your face. "look like i just crushed your heart." ellie looked away from you again, examining the religious paraphilia on the walls. you didn't reply, looking away again but ellie didn't miss the hint of blush covering your face before you did. "oh? did i just crush your heart?" she jokes, weirdly seeming to warm up to you. once again, she's met to no reply. she rolls her eyes, turning the corner in the hall. she was met with a door and she wasn't sure if she should enter.
"it's the chapel." you explain, sensing her confusion and hesitation. ellie looks at you, a little annoyance on her face that you knew something she didn't. she pulls the handle on the door, gesturing for you to enter first. "ladies first." she remarks, not much amusement in her tone. you walk in and she follows after you. it was empty and though it shouldn't be creepy, ellie felt unnerved. "wait! don't let it closeâ" you try to warn, but the door had already been shut. you sigh, biting your lip in anxiousness. "what?" she utters, wondering why her closing the door was a bad thing. "it locks from the outside." you explain and ellie's face drops. "that's fucking great." ellie groans, running her hands over her face, walking down the isle and up the two steps to the alter. you follow.
"i tried to tell you..." you mutter. ellie wants to yell at you. say something along the lines of 'you should have tried harder' or whatever but before you can get the words out your head is in your hands and you're crying. ellie's shocked, not knowing what to do or say. she sighs. "don't cry, c'mon." she comforts, moving your hands away from your face and wiping your tears. it made you reminiscent to when you and ellie used to be friends. "i'm sorry." you sniffle as she dries your tears. "why're you crying, hm?" she tries to be gentle but just at the sight of your tears makes her want to fuck you over the alter. "'cause you're being mean and i got us locked in here." you vent your frustrations, revealing just what a hard day you had because of ellie.
she feels terrible now, hating that she made you feel so inadequate. god, why does she even care how you feel? ellie looks at you, watching as you wipe the tears that she missed. "i'm sorry for being so mean." she apologizes, deciding to cut the act. she didn't hate you. she could never hate you. "i just can't get you out of my mind." she admits. you look at her blankly for a moment, clearly not understanding. but ellie can see the exact moment when your eyes lighten up, realizing what she meant. "you mean it?" you ask, full of hope. "god." ellie rolls her eyes and your naivety. she leans closer to you, pressing her lips against yours, her hands cupping your face.
you pull back and ellie is now the one who frowns. did she misinterpret all your signs? "i'm not good at that." you admit while avoiding eye contact. ellie chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist. "i don't care." she mutters, kissing down your neck. you gasp, her warm tongue running over your cool skin. ellie's hands venture down, grabbing your ass over your dress. the ass that started this whole mess. "ellie!" you were startled. it felt like all the statues were suddenly watching you, judging you. but it just felt too good to care. but it weighed in the back of your mind as ellie kissed your jaw.
"i'm gonna fuck you so good." she mumbles, becoming drunk with lust. "i've never..." you trail off, your voice transitioning into a gasp when her hands begin to roam over your body. "i know. so pure, huh?" she teases with an eye roll, mocking how the church would call you pure. you don't reply. you couldn't. you words stuck in your throat, your eyes focused on her hands. watching them caress your waist slowly sliding up your body to cup your breasts. "el..." your whisper, you voice filled with breath. "i'm right here." she slides her right hand back down your body, reaching your thighs. she trails her fingers over the flesh before pressing her finger to your clothed cunt. you gasp, clutching onto her tighter.
"i know, baby. feels so good, doesn't it?" she mumbles in your ear, her fingers circling your clit so gently over your panties, which were becoming soaked. "el, el, ellie." you breathed out heavily, trying your best to keep as most decency as you could. after all, this was a chapel. "saying my name just like a prayer." ellie acknowledges, her fingers slowly working towards slipping into your underwear. your eyes rolled back when her cold fingers finally touch the place you needed her most. your legs were weak, wanting to give out on you. ellie notices, biting back a laugh at how blissed you already looked. she leaned you against the alter, her fingers working faster.
"so pretty." ellie mutter against your clammy skin. "so good. you're being such a good girl." her words made you feel so dirty but so... aroused at the same time. "keep... keep saying that." you barely managed to get out, you voice coming out in broken whimpers. "yeah? you like being my good girl?" she gently slides a finger into your dripping cunt. ellie can help but moan herself. "ellie." you whisper, feeling more pleasure than you've ever felt before. "i know. i know." she comforts, knowing exactly how you were feeling as she adds another finger. ellie was so aroused, drunk on the power of ruining you, being the one to help you commit the worst sin you've ever done.
your head lolled back, feeling something you've never felt before. "el." you choke out. "i know. you're almost there." ellie sinks to her knees, kneeling in front of you. "should i confess my sins to you." she whispers, kissing your thighs. you can't respond, finding the scene before you so arousing. ellie lifts up your dress to reveal your lacy underwear. "of course." she mutters under her breath. "hold this for me pretty girl." she looks up at you, and you shakily take hold of the dress that she flipped up. she gently slides your panties down your thighs, never breaking eye contact with you. she helps you step out of them, shoving them in her pocket so she didn't have to put them on the dirty ground.
her eyes flicker down to your pussy, biting her lip. "ellie." you can't even focus anymore, the loss of her fingers deep in your cunt making you want to cry. "i'm gonna make you feel so good. just be patient." she kisses your inner thighs, teasing you. you can't say anything, complain about how much you need her. but luckily, she doesn't torture too much, cause in a matter of seconds she's sucking on your clit, with her fingers returning to their job of fucking you. the sweat on your body makes you hot to touch, needing your release so badly. you push your hips forward instinctively, greedily wanting everything ellie could give you. before you could even process how good ellie was making feel, your orgasm approached.
ellie couldn't help but moan as your own moans got louder and your free hand tangled itself in her hair. "so close, baby." she mumbles into your pussy, feeling just as pleasured as you do. "el. oh my gosh, el! please!" you mutter, your words conjumbled and not making much sense. "good job, baby." she mumbles as she finally pushes you over the edge. your moans are loud and broken, filling the empty chapel with such sin. the cross necklace around your neck sticking to your skin. "ellie rubs your thighs, pressing small kisses on your pussy. "can't get enough of this pussy." she moaned, so drunk on you, on lust, on life. "ellieâ" you whine and she moves away but not before she runs her tongue through your folds one last time.
"so good." she praises and lets your dress fall back into place. ellie kisses you, the taste of your arousal still in her lips. she pulls away, both of you out of breath. the sound of doors opening cause you both to pull apart. your hands going to fix your hair. "ms. heather wanted to know where you two went. you okay...?" a girl ellie recognized as one of your friends from earlier asked you. ellie began to make her way down the steps and down the isle, you quick to follow. "yes, yeah. we just got a little lost." you speak slowly, trying to maintain your thoughts.
your eyes scattered around to find your underwear. ellie smirked when she saw you looking around, knowing they were right in her pocket. she would give them back eventually but the thought of you walking around a few hours commando just made her feel things. catching glimpses of you around the night pulling down your dress, looking around to make sure no one can see anything. but of course in the morning she'll return them after using them all that night, after her roommate when home sick. but this is ellie we're talking about. she had to tease you just a little bit. so on day two when everyone wakes up to gather in the prayer room to see a pair of lace panties hanging from the cross, the kids and chaperones were most definitely shocked, and of course ellie earned some death glares from you in between your embarrassment. and ellie can't help but think maybe she'll hang out with you at church more often if that's the reward.
another christian!reader x ellie williams fic!
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Secrets II Patri Guijarro x Reader
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a/n: inspired by this adorable request. Let us know what you thought of it. <3
Champions League nights were always something special. Especially when your team just secured their spot in the semi finals. You were still on the pitch, applauding the fans and taking in the amazing atmosphere while most of your team mates slowly retreated back into the dressing room.
The cool chill of the night send a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to enjoy the moment and not think about anything else. But you could not stop yourself from glancing over to the other side of the pitch where Patri was doing her post-match interview.
You decided to go back and wait for her in the tunnel, in hopes that could spend a few minutes alone with her between leaving the pitch and entering the dressing room.
Patri smiled brightly as she saw you leaning on the wall.
âYou love a champions league goal, donât you, Patri?â, you smirked, hinting at the goal she scored shortly before the game ended.
She laughed: âI really do.â
You playfully pulled her closer to you, tugging on her sleeve: âThat was admittedly kinda hot. Especially with the captains armband tonight.â
Your girlfriend winked: âOh, you think so?â
âYes, I do.â, you confirmed teasingly.
âCome here.â Patri wrapped her arms around you.
You giggled: âWhat if someone sees us?â
The midfielder shrugged in the dim light: âItâs fine. We can go inside in a second.â
âSure.â
âCome on.â, Patri said, now gently pushing you against the wall.
You raised your eyebrow: âA kiss from the goal scorer?â
Your girlfriend had the audacity to blush, making you want to kiss her even more. âJust a quick one, okay?â
âOkay.â, you agreed reluctantly.
Patris lips felt soft against yours. You wished you could stay in this moment for longer.
âMy favourite secret.â, Patri winked at you when she pulled away.
You rolled your eyes and nodded into the direction of the dressing room: âI think our team is waiting for us.â
âHey, what are you two waiting for?â, Marionas voice interrupted the two of you.
She stuck her head out of the dressing room. You looked for a sign in her face that would tell you if she had seen you. But you found nothing, so you innocently replied: âWeâre coming. The captains interview took so long.â
Mariona shook her head as you walked past her into the dressing room.
âOnce Patriâs talking, she canât be stopped.â, Claudia snorted.
Patri grimaced: âHey!â
âItâs true.â, you added casually, walking over to your locker.
âRude.â, your girlfriend feigned outrage.
You were in the middle of pulling your shirt over your head when Ingrid turned to you: âY/n?â
âYes?â
âWhy were you outside the whole time when you should have celebrated with us?â, the Norwegian asked.
You tilted your head: âMissed me?â
âYes.â, she nodded.
âDonât worry. Iâm here now.â, you laughed.
Caroline joined the conversation: âYeah. Now.â
Impatiently you asked your Norwegian team mates: âSo what did I miss?â
âThe usual chaos.â, the forward shrugged her shoulders.
Curious Ingrid looked at you:â Youâll join the team dinner tomorrow, right?â
âYes, Iâll be there. What about you, Caro? Will you come too?â, you asked her with a teasing smile on your lips.
âI have no choice.â, she sighed, pointing into the direction where Marta was standing. The Norwegian midfielder and you found it adorable that the usual shy and reserved Caroline would literally say yes to everything her girlfriend was asking her to do even if it was team meetings she usually tried to avoid.
The location the club chose to have the team dinner at was beautiful. From where you and Patri were sitting you had the perfect view on the cityâs pretty sight. Although you had to secretly admit that you spend more time-sharing stolen glances between you and your girlfriend when staring at the Catalonian scenery.
Your fellow teammates didnât seem to notice that Patri was holding your hand hidden under the table:â The food is delicious, right?â
âItâs.â, you nodded.
Clearing her throat Ingrid tried to get your attention, she and Mapi were seated opposite of you:â Y/n, Mapi has found someone who could be a perfect fit for you.â
âYou guys are trying to set me up again? Do Iâve to remind you what happened the last time?â, you gasped dramatically.
For a second the Spanish defender seemed guilty before returning to her usual self, sounding confidently:â Yeah, that didnât work out well. But this time weâre sure that sheâs perfect for you.â
âThatâs sweet of you two but..â, you begun.
âThis time it will go great. Just trust us.â, Mapi interrupted you quickly.
âExactly.â, Ingrid continued in a reassuring tone.
Meanwhile Patri who listened the conversation quietly couldnât watch it any longer and intervened frustrated: âWhy are you even trying to set her up? Iâm sure she could have anyone she wanted.â
âPatri.â, the defender rolled her eyes annoyed at her.
âWhat? Not everyone needs to be in a relationship.â, she countered.
âWe only want the best for her.â, Mapi tried to reassure the Spanish midfielder.
âPretty sure she knows that better than you.â, Patri grumbled.
Before your girlfriend was able to accidentally reveal your relationship, you asked your teammates in an overly cheerful tone:â What do you guys choose for dessert? I canât decide.âÂ
âIâm taking the chocolate cake.â, the defender replied too surprised to ask why you changed the topic so suddenly.
You felt relived when you said:â Guess, Iâll pick that too.â
Later at your place, you could feel Patri was still tense from the talk you had with Ingrid and Mapi earlier, softly you lifted her chin, so she had to look into your eyes:â Patri? You know that I donât want anyone else but you, right?â
âI do.â, your girlfriend hummed, pressing a kiss to your wrist.
âGood.â
âItâs just annoying.â, she added grumpily.
âI agree.â, you said to her while stroking her open hair gently.
Patri let out a sigh: âItâs okay.â
âI love you, Patri.â You locked eyes with her until a small smile appeared on her face.
âI know. I love you too.â, she replied.
You smirked: âOh, I know.ïżœïżœ
Patri pulled you close to her: âI hope so!â
âTrust me.â
She tilted her head: âMaybe. Iâll have to think about it.â
âExcuse me?â, you asked, playfully pushing her away from you.
You girlfriend shrugged: âYou might go on that set-up date.â
âNo, I wonât.â, you laughed.
âAre you sure?â, Patri curiously raised her eyebrow.
You nodded firmly: âVery sure.â
âReassuring.â, she commented before kissing you quickly.
âSee?â
âYeah, sure.â, Patri just said, too distracted by you to continue the conversation.
When you met the rest of the team for training the next morning, Ingrid was in a great mood. She was beaming as she walked on to the training pitch: âWhat a beautiful day for training.â
âOh yes, the sun is so nice.â, you agreed, turning towards the sunlight and closing your eyes to soak up the Vitamin D.
Caroline shrugged: âYeah, could be worse.â
You opened your eyes again, grinning at your team mate: âThere is our grumpy sunshine.â
âUgh.â, she groaned in response, obviously not a fan of your nickname for her.
âCome on, Caro.â, you tried to motivate her and played a ball in her direction for the next exercises.
âNo.â, Caroline rolled her eyes in response but still continued the pass the ball.
You were right in the middle of a scrimmage, trying to win the ball back from Keira when you felt a sharp pain in your knee. Immediately, your leg gave out and you found yourself on the grass, holding your knee.
âNo!â, Ingrid gasped.
You were too focused on trying to calm your breathing and to stop your thoughts from racing to notice that your team mates gathered around you.
âY/n!â, Patri yelled and was quickly kneeling by your side.
Caroline looked down at you, worry reflecting in her eyes: âAre you okay?â
âNo⊠it hurts.â, you cried breathlessly.
âShit!â, you heard Patri curse under her breath next to you while she gently stroked your hair.
âSheâs going to be okayâŠâ, Ingrid tried to stay cheerful but the tone of her voice was not convincing.
You carefully tried to sit up and extend your knee but the pain was still there. You flinched.
Patri squeezed your hand tightly: âLove, donât move. Iâm here.â
You tried to focus on your girlfriends touch, you even failed to notice what she said.
Mapi and Claudia exchanged surprised looks: âLove?!â
âI knew it.â, Caroline exclaimed.
âWhat?â, Ingrid turned to the fellow Norwegian, looking shocked.
Serious the forward stated: âIt isnât that surprising.â
âRight, not when one thinks about it for a bit longer.â, the midfielder agreed after a short moment, playing the recent encounters between you and your girlfriend inside her head, seeing now all the little clues which showed that you were more than just friends.
Much later you were resting your leg on the sofa, looking up to Patri :â The doctor said that Iâll be out for a few weeks.â
âA few weeks?â, she lifted an eyebrow in response.
âYes.â
A relived sigh escaped the Spanish midfielderâs lips:â Okay, thatâs better than what I expected.â
âSorry, it felt worse than it was.â, you apologized to her, feeling your cheeks turn hot.
She happily told you:â Hey, donât worry about that. Iâm just glad to share the pitch with you in a few weeks.â
âMaybe just in time for the champions league finale. Wait, are those sunflowers, how did you know that they are my favourite.â, you glanced at your girlfriend in awe.
âOh please. I know what your favourite flowers are by now.â , Patri chuckled.
âThank you.â, you whispered gratefully as the Spanish woman gave you your flowers.
She softly pressed a kiss on the top of your head: âYouâre welcome, love.â Â
âCaro claims that she knew about us the whole time.â, you told her grinning.
âI donât believe that we were so carefulâ, the Spanish player shook her head laughing.
You agreed with her:â Thatâs true except for today.â
âYeah, I guess they all know now.â, Patri nervously went through her hair with one hand.
âItâs okay.â, you reassured her.
In an earnest tone the midfielder thought out loud:â Maybe it was time to tell them anyway.â
With a crooked smile on her face, she added:â Theyâll never shut up about it, right?â
âNever.â, you smirked at her.
âDo you think weâll survive?â, the Spanish woman asked you half seriously and half half-jokingly.
âYeah, if the other couples in the team can do it so can we.â, you concluded.
âBut first, you have to make sure that your knee heals properly.â, Patri reminded you.
âIâve the best nurse right here.â, you winked at her cheekily.
âDonât worry. I will take care of you.â, your girlfriend promised you earnestly and the midfielder meant every word she said. Carefully she put the sunflowers into a vase and placed them on the table in the living room.
Secretly Patri hoped that your favourite flowers would remind you during the tough rehab days which were laying ahead of you that after rain the sun would always return, no matter how worse the weather seemed.
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The Princess and The Pogue | J. M.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: Your daughter comes home from school telling you about a local OBX fairytale. It turns out itâs about you and your husband.
Listen to But Daddy I Love Him for full experience
Requested by @idontevenknowbsblog
A/N: This turned out way longer and more angsty than I had anticipated but Iâm a sucker for the angst. I just canât help it. Iâm sorry this took me a million years to finish!
As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actorâs age.
Warnings: allusions to domestic abuse, controlling parents, forced engagement, so much fucking angst, only kinda proofread
Word Count: 3.5k
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Your daughterâs tiny feet press against the back of your seat as you head home after picking her up from school.
âMia, stop kicking,â You laugh, âMommyâs trying to drive.â
âSorry, Mommy.â Your daughter giggles. âIâm just so happy today!â
âIâm so glad you're happy, Baby.â You smile at the five year old in the rearview mirror. âWhat did you do at school today?â
âWe got to draw all our shapes today and we sang the alphabet song a bunch of times!â
âOoh sounds like a fun day.â
She claps excitedly. âOh and Kylieâs older sister told us a fairytale at recess!â
âA fairytale? Very cool. What was it about?â
âDid you know a princess used to live here? A long time ago. She ran away with a pogue because her evil king father wouldnât let them be together.â
Your eyes widen at her words, a small smile forming on your face as she tells the story that takes you back to what seems like a lifetime ago.
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âMom, Iâm headed out,â you yelled through the foyer.
âOk, hun.â Your mom poked her head over the stairwell. âJust donât stay out too late. We have that business lunch with the Cameronâs tomorrow and itâs very important that you be there.â
âIâll be back in a few hours,â you promise, âbesides Iâm just going to hang out with Sarah.â
âWe just love that you and Ward Cameronâs daughter are friends. It looks so good for your fatherâs business for the families to be close. Especially with you set to inherit the company someday.â
With Ward Cameron being the biggest real estate developer in the Outer Banks and your dad owning the biggest construction company, the two men worked closely on most of their deals. They were also the closest thing to friends that either of the men had. The two richest men in the island made for a powerful team.
âGlad I can help you keep up appearances,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat was that, hun?â
âAlways happy to help the family.â You gave your mother a forced smile and made your escape, slipping outside and into Sarahâs waiting car.
âReady to go see your man?â She grins at you and you return the gesture.
âGod, yes.â
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You hadnât expected to fall in love with JJ Maybank. Considering the very different lives the two of you led it was surprising the two of you ever even crossed paths, but that was one of the perks of being Sarahâs friend. When she fell in love with John B and got involved with the pogues she dragged you along with her.
It wasnât like you had anything against the pogues. In fact, you had admired them from afar your whole life. Their freedom and adventures were something you envied, forever stuck in your kook bubble. You didnât have a choice but to follow the plan your parents had created for you.
JJ, on the other hand, hated kooks with a passion. He had a hard enough time with Sarah joining the group and when she brought you in, arguably the even bigger kook princess with the even bigger kook king of a father, he vowed to himself he would never accept you. After all, you represented everything he hated, the life he always dreamed of but would never attain.
He would sneer and call you âprincessâ, his voice dripping with disdain, doing everything in his power to piss you off, but you didnât mind. You loved his passion and the way he would do anything to protect the people he cared about. You ignored his insults, treating him just as well as you would anyone else.
Before he knew it, your soft words and beaming smile had softened JJ. He began to actually look forward to your presence in the group, feeling sad when you couldnât get away from your parents to spend time with them. Then, one day the two of you were the only ones to show up to a pogue hang out. You ended up spending hours just talking and getting to know each other. The rest was history and you had been together from that day forward.
Unfortunately, you knew that your parents would never let you spend time around a pogue, let alone be in a relationship with one. So, like Sarah and John B, you and JJ had to keep your relationship hidden. Thanks to the help of the pogues, the two of you had been successfully seeing each other behind your parentsâ backs for over a year.
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âIâll be back to pick you up at 8:00,â Sarah reminds you. She pulls up to the little cove where you and JJ liked to meet. âWe only have a couple of hours tonight because of that lunch tomorrow. Donât want our families to get suspicious.â
You nod. âGot it. Iâll see you then.â You slip out of her car. âTell John B I said hi.â
âWill do.â
She pulls away as you make your way around the rocks hiding the entrance to your spot.
âHi, princess.â Your boyfriend grins at you in the orange light of the sunset, pulling you into a hug.
âJJ,â You breathe him in, soaking up the comfort he gives you. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too, baby. Four days without you is four days too much.â JJ leads you over to the blanket on the sand, sitting back so you can settle between his legs.
âI know. Iâm sorry, I just couldnât get away much this week. My parents are going crazy about this lunch tomorrow.â
âArenât they always crazy?â JJ jokes, poking your side. You squirm a little bit, trying to escape his prodding.
âI mean, yeah. Theyâre just extra crazy this week.â You settle further into his chest, JJ giving up his attack in exchange for wrapping his arms securely around you. He nuzzles his head into the side of your neck. âBut, itâs okay because at least we have right now.â
âHow long do we have until Sarah comes back to pick you up?â
You let out a sigh. âTwo hours.â
âThatâs it? Damn.â
âIâm sorry, J.â You look back apologetically, but he just shakes his head.
âHey, donât apologize. We just have to make the most of the time we have, like usual. It wonât be like this forever.â
âRight.â You give him a small smile, turning back to face the sunset before he can see the doubt in your eyes. You hoped JJ was right, but you had no idea how things would ever change.
As expected, your time together flew by too quickly and before you knew it Sarah was back to take you home.
JJ was reluctant to let you out of his embrace. âWeâre still on for tomorrow night, right? After you finish up with all your kook business?â
âOf course, baby. I wouldnât miss it.â You give him one last goodbye kiss, distracting him long enough to slip out from his arms. He pouts, but lets you go, knowing if it was your choice you would never leave.
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You stare numbly at the wall, unable to will yourself to move from your position balled up on the bed. You arenât sure how long you've been laying there looking at nothing. You didnât feel anything, having cried out all your tears hours ago. A buzzing sounds from the other side of the room, your phone going off once again, but you donât pick it up. Itâs probably Sarah calling again to see if youâre okay after what happened at lunch. Youâre not.
Having sat in silence for so long, you jump when you hear a rattling at your window. It takes you a minute to clamber over to the window with the lights out in your room. You hadnât realized how dark it had become outside.
You peek out warily, trying to determine the source of the noise. âShit.â You mumble under your breath as you realize JJ is perched in the tree closest to your room.
You unlatch the door so he can climb inside, turning away from him quickly. Youâre thankful for the darkness in that moment as you scramble to make yourself look presentable, flattening your hair and wiping at your face. You pull down the sleeves of the massive sweatshirt youâre wearing, one you stole from JJ months ago, making sure you are completely covered.
âJJ, what are you doing here,â you whisper, âWhat if someone sees you?â
âI was worried about you. You were supposed to meet me hours ago, remember?â He sounds frustrated.
âShit. Iâm sorry. I totally forgot.â You run your hand down your face stressed. âI didnât mean to stand you up.â
âYou forgot? Y/N, Iâve been calling and texting for hours.â JJ moves closer, but you step back. âI thought something bad had happened.â
He takes another step back. Again you back away, trying to keep him from seeing your face. Brows furrowed, JJ moves towards you again. This time you canât move away fast enough, bumping your dresser as you try to get away.
âWoah, wait.â JJ takes your face in gentle hands. âHave you been crying?â
âItâs nothing. Iâm fine.â You try to pull away, but he doesnât let you off that easily.
âBaby, whatâs going on? Is it something I did?â The worry in his eyes brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You shake your head, willing them not to fall.
âNo, no. You havenât done anything wrong.â
âSomething with Sarah?â You shake your head again.
âYour parents?â That stills you. âIt is your parents. What is it? Did something happen at lunch?â
You donât answer.
âTalk to me, baby. I canât make it better if I donât know whatâs wrong.â JJâs voice is so sincere and his touch so soft. He really thinks heâll be able to fix whatever the problem is.
You gather your strength and gently pull away from him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes when you tell him.
âMy father and Ward Cameron have decided that it is in the best interest of their respective businesses for our families to be officially joined.â
âWhat on earth does that mean?â
You feel like you're going to be sick, but you force the words out anyway. âI am set to be married to Rafe Cameron.â You keep your eyes on the floor, waiting for JJâs response. He stays silent.
âI had no idea they had this planned until my parentâs announced it at lunch.â
âWhat do you mean youâre marrying Rafe Cameron?â He tries to keep his voice calm. But you can hear the venom behind his words anyway. âYou canât just marry Rafe.â
âI donât have a choice, JJ. They practically signed my ownership papers over to Rafe right there.â
JJ is pacing your room now, hands constantly running through his hair. âHe canât just do that. Youâre an adult, Y/N. Tell him no.â
âI canât tell him no JJ.â He stops in front of you, the look on his face half shock half anger.
âWhat are you talking about? You canât just tell me that your father is marrying you off to Rafe and not even try to fight him on it.â You turn from his intense gaze, unable to handle it any longer.
âY/N-â JJ reaches for your arm to turn you around and you flinch back hissing in pain. Your sleeve rides up, revealing a number of dark bruises.
âI tried talking him out of it, JJ. He made it clear saying no wasnât an option.â
JJ seethes, body tense with anger. âHe hurt you.â Itâs not a question which is just as well because you have no response.
âIâm gonna kill him.â He growls.
You lay your palms flat against his chest. âNo, youâre not. We canât make this situation any worse than it already is.â
âHe canât just get away with this!â JJâs voice rises with his anger and you shush him quickly, looking back at your door.
âPlease, Y/N.â His voice cracks on your name. âThings canât just end like this.â
The pain in his words breaks your heart. You let the tears fall freely, unable to hold back the emotion any longer.
âIâm so sorry, JJ.â He cradles your face in his hands like he did at the beginning of the night. âThereâs nothing either of us can do to change this.â JJ brushes his thumbs against your cheeks, brushing at the tears. âYou should go.â
âNo, Y/N.â He has tears running down his face too. âI canât leave you like this.â
âPlease, JJ. You have to go before something wakes him up. I donât know what heâll do if he finds you here.â
JJâs eyes flit down to your wrists, taking in the bruises once more before he nods slowly. He wonât be the reason your father hurts you again. You lips press against his slowly, both of you pouring all the love you have for each other into the kiss.
âI love you,â you whisper against his lips.
âI love you, too. Always.â
With those last words, he slips back out your window, closing it quietly behind him. You watch as he climbs back down the tree and crosses the property. As he finally fades out of blue, you sink down to your floor, your knees unable to hold the weight of your body as itâs wracked with sobs.
-
You donât leave your room for days. All you can do is lay in your bed and cry, mourning the loss of the man you love and the life you had planned.
If it was up to you, you would never leave that room. Unfortunately, your parents have other plans. They parade you and Rafe all over town, making sure everyone on the island knows the two of you are âmadly in loveâ and engaged to be married in the spring. The whole pageantry of it makes you sick.
The cherry on top of the whole ordeal is the engagement party that you parents planned for the weekend. They rented out the whole club and invited every kook on the island. Youâre pretty sure itâs your own personal hell.
Sarah pins one last curl to your head. âDone. You look beautiful.â
You give her a small smile that didnât reach your eyes. âThanks, Sarah.â You were dressed in a white sundress that your mother had bought for the party and Sarah had done your hair and makeup to perfection. The whole look was stunning, but you just feel like a trophy being shown off.
Sarah gives you a sympathetic look. âYou ready for this?â
âNo. But I have to be.â
It takes everything in you to keep a smile pasted on your face as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out to the throng of people. Everyone smiles and hugs you, offering their congratulations. You do your best to seem gracious and excited, but all you feel is emptiness and the faces move before you in a blur.
You make it two hours into the party before you canât take it any longer. The panic that has been creeping up your throat all night takes hold and you have to break away. You excuse yourself from Rafe, claiming a need to run to the bathroom. He gives you a harsh look and makes you promise to hurry back, but ultimately lets you go.
You hurry away from prying eyes, not letting yourself break until you get inside. Chest heaving, you gulp down air like youâve just run a marathon. One of your hands is pressed against your chest, the other braced against the walls to hold you up as you stumble towards the bathroom.
Before you can make it more than a few feet an arm catches you around the waist, pulling you into an alcove you had never noticed. You stumble back, trying to pull yourself together, not wanting whoever grabbed you to see your harried state.
âHey, hey. Itâs just me.â
Familiar hands rub up and down your arms, grounding you. You look up to see the blue eyes that you love so much.
âJJ,â you whisper, breaths still coming fast and hard.
âItâs okay, baby. Just breathe.â
JJ holds you close as you will your body to calm, feeling safe for the first time all night.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI had to see you, talk to you.â
You sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. âAs happy as I am that youâre here, you have to go. If anyone sees you. My father, or Rafe-â
âWhat if you didnât have to worry about them anymore?â
âJJ, weâve been over this. I canât break this engageme-â
âWhat if we just left? You and me. Right now.â His eyes bore into yours, willing you to see the possibility.
You canât act like you havenât had the same thought yourself, but you just didnât see how it would be possible. âHow would that work, JJ? My father controls my whole life. My money, my future, everything.â
âYou donât need anything he has to give you, Y/N.â His voice is pleading.
âJJâŠâ
âWe can figure it out. You have a degree, I have experience. Weâll get jobs. Weâll make it work.â He reaches a hand into his pocket. âI know I canât give you a life like this-â
âI donât want a life like this.â
â-but I will do everything in my power to give you a good life, to make you happy.â He holds up a simple, beautiful band of silver. âWill you marry me?â
You stare up at him with wide eyes. âAre you serious?â
âIâve never been more serious about anything in my life. Say youâll marry me. We can leave right now. I have a plan to get us off the island. Your parents wonât know until itâs too late. Just say yes, please.â
âYes, yes.â You nod vigorously. âIâll marry you.â
You rip off the gaudy ring currently on your hand and JJ replaces it with the silver band. He kisses you so deeply you think you see stars.
âI love you, JJ Maybank,â you whisper when you part.
âI love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.â
You could stay in that moment forever, but you both know you donât have time to waste. JJ begins to pull you to a side exit, but you stop him. Thereâs one last thing you have to do before you leave.
You find a piece of paper, scribbling out a few quick words and titling to your father.
Have fun explaining to the Cameronâs that your daughter ran off with a pogue
Y/N Y/L/N
You set the folded paper on the center table, placing Rafeâs ring next to it.
âReady to get off this island?â
You grab JJâs hand. âGod, yes.â
-
JJ was right, the two of you figured it out. You both found jobs on the mainland and created a happy life for yourselves. You and JJ got married a few months after you ran off and Mia came along a few years later.
You had kept in touch with the pogues of course and they let you know when your father and Ward Cameronâs businesses had come crashing down, forcing the two men off the island. They had no power anymore, so eight years later you decided to move back to your home. People had gossiped at first, but they moved on to the next big thing when they realized that neither you nor JJ cared what they had to say. You wanted to be in the place where you grew up and fell in love, and you wanted Mia to be surrounded by the friends that you called your family.
Mia was just about bouncing in her seat by the time you got home. You hurried to get her out of her carseat so she could rush inside and see her dad. Fridayâs were always her favorite because JJ got off work early and was already home by the time you brought her back from school.
She pulled you along by the hand as she continued on about her fairytale. âThe evil king disappeared and they lived happily ever after.â
JJ scooped Mia up as the two of you entered the house, making the little girl squeal in delight.
âDaddy!â
âWho lived happily ever after, Mia-mine?â She giggled as he burrowed his face in her little belly.
âThe princess and the pogue!â
JJâs eyes met yours over Mia, giving you an intrigued look.
âKylieâs older sister told her a fairytale at lunch about a couple that used to live on the island.â You tell him with a knowing grin.
âA fairytale? Thatâs awesome, baby.â JJ lowers Mia back down to her feet. âHey, why donât you go wash up and Mommy and I will make you a snack.â
âOkay, Daddy!â The little girl runs off happily.
You make your way to the kitchen, JJ coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist. âSo the princess and the pogue, huh?â He smirks as you turn to face him.
âWho knew weâd become an OBX fairytale?â You reply.
âIt makes sense. It doesnât get much more âhappily ever afterâ than this. Right, princess?â
You give him a gentle kiss. âRight, pogue.â
~
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â p1harmony as you bestfriends (them crushing on you) !! â
warnings !! p1h being haters, intak lowkey out to get you, jiung indoctrinating you, soul being too cute for his own good, jongseob being head over heels ngl.
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âȘ ℠.  yoon keeho, ì€êž°ížÂ â«
you and keeho became friends pretty early on in your teen years. the two of you initially met when keeho auditioned for fnc, you were there supporting your friend who was auditioning for the company and the two of you instantly clicked.
keeho always has something to say. this guy is not one for censorship over his personality, especially around you.
will say whatever he wants around you, even to your face. if it needs to he said, it will be said.
keeho introduced you to the boys after a couple weeks of their debut preparations, whilst himself and soul are like father and son, you also had a little attachment.
jongseob immediately cuddled up to you upon realising he wouldnât get teased by you as heavily as he would with the others.
commence the crush allegations on seobie.
keeho is pretty protective, not necessarily overprotective but when it comes to you he will want his arms intertwined with yours in crowded areas (if you want) or for you to walk in front of him so he can see you.
he will send you selfies asking if he looks good and which ones he should post for fans on instagram.
older people think the two of you are dating.
keeho will not hesitate to tease you, or poke fun at you. heâs always judging you when you do something stupid but will he the first to shower you with compliments when you succeed or impress him.
âȘ ℠.  choi taeyang, ì”íì â«
king of bullying his friends
will not hesitate to randomly push you into people you donât know forcing you to profusely apologise while he laughs and runs off, puts you on the spot in front of food venders
if you even mutter that you think someone is attractive you better watch your back because taeyang is ruining any chance you have with them.
with that being said, he is insanely overprotective of you.
unlike keeho, taeyang doesnât give you a choice on whether or not heâs holding your arm or not. heâll randomly grab your wrist and pull you through crowded areas and hold your arm throughout the night.
when heâs not feeling evil and he actually wants to make memories you wont have to cover your face for during the retelling heâs the sweetest man alive.
randomly does things for you, gets you new bottles of water when he notices youâre done.
of course heâs sprinkled in loving insults (just the theo way)
âȘ ℠.  choi jiung, ì”ì§ì
 â«
he treats you like youâre his favourite person in the world, which you probably are because youâre kind of the only person outside of the members he talks to daily.
he likes to paint your nails for you. occasionally complains about you getting your nails done professionally when heâs literally always in your shadow.
and just because youâre his favourite person doesnât mean heâs not gonna be teasing you.
he will purposely indoctrinate you into listening to his music taste.
randomly clings to you then shoves you off him because heâa suddenly icked out by human interaction.
probably doesnât want the boys to meet you too often because heâs worried youâll like them more and heâll be forgotten.
then he realises youâre everyones second jongseob so he has nothing to worry about.
âȘ ℠.  hwang intak, í©ìží â«
heâll randomly talk to you about his celebrity crushes when youâre focusing on something but if you ever opened your mouth about mr. big matthew heâll tell you to stop drooling over a man.
i mean, bm or not, donât go drooling over a MAN.
heâs kinda icked out by the fact youâre into men. (ngl i see intak as a man hater, because it makes men mad)
he gets really excited when your plans work out together.
will randomly grab your hand and drag you down the street ignoring your pleas for him to slow down.
if this man gets a hold of a shopping cart heâs forcing you into it and pushing you down a hill.
no one knows if he likes you or wants you dead.
youll get a rare compliment from him when heâs feeling nice.
you bring his inner child out.
âȘ ℠.  haku shota, çœçżć€Ș â«
you met shota through jongseob after p1hâs debut, and for awhile seob refused to give you shotaâs phone number and vice versa.
jongseob was tryna save you from the pain of tryna figure out his emojis
theo gave it to you to see how youâd survive.
you became shotaâs best friend because you were able to figure out his communication will only slight help from him.
heâll randomly speak to you in broken english or fluent japanese knowing youâre either confused on what he said or why he changed languages
stares at you in silence for no reason
enjoys getting to be silent and himself around you.
he likes when you ramble on about stuff and he gets to listen to you talk. heâs talked to jongseob about his liking towards your voice.
heâs the only nice one ngl.
âȘ ℠.  kim jongseob, êčìą
ì â«
being seobieâs best friend means that youâre obligated (by law) to play shooter games with him, if heâs too lazy to scavange around for his phone he will grab yours.
purely to play a shooter game he downloaded two weeks ago.
he makes cute usernames for you and gets you to high levels just because he can
(half of your users are higher prestige than his own)
you are like two peas in a pod, always going out to eat together, shopping together, when heâs making music youâre there helping, you dance together, watch the same shoes.
best friends with seobie means everything is done together
if either of you watch a show alone itâs being rewatched together.
randomly shows you affection, random hugs, holding your pinky, fixing your jewery when theyâre not straight.
heâs made countless songs for you.
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đđđđđđđ â aemond targaryen Ă targaryen!fem!reader (rhaenyras daughter)
đđđđđđđ â After the death of your grandsire, Viserys Targaryen, your relationship with Aemond was hanging on a thread. For you, he was a murderer. For him, you were a traitor.
đđđđđđđđ â is it a warning when I say I didn't know what I was doing? well, aemond is a warning, swearing, and violence, it's hotd yall
đđđđ â this me letting my anger for aemond and daemon out, but I promise I will also show my love them - just not in this one (I'm also kinda making fun of aemond). I'm not completely happy, but when am I?
As night settled in the Keep it became quiet, only the sound of fire could be heard. You sat on his bed, like every other night, always the same. A book on your lap, at least you werenât bored of them yet.
Oh, how you hated it here, missing the times were you loved it, enjoyed it. Being supposed to marry Aemond felt like a blessing, after all he was someone, you had known your whole life. You trusted him, started loving him and saw your future with him.
Add to that, you werenât forced to marry him, your mother, the Queen had asked. Knowing there could be worse husbands, he was a good choice and a way to smooth the relationship between your families.
Everything was fine, a day was set, and preparations were made, until Viserys Targaryen died. The following morning, he had locked you in his chambers, because you would not declare for Aegon.
Nothing had been the same since, all you saw in him now was a murderer and with every passing second you hated him more.
As if on cue Aemond walked inside with Criston Cole on his trail. âOh, my soon to be husband! I have missed you dearly, are you well? Tell me, did you do something exciting?â you asked, tone cheery as if you really cared.
âSpare me your false words of care Lady Strong,-â âVelaryon,â you cut him off, facial expression changing into a glare. âNo, Targaryen soon, is it not?â you changed your mind.
Of course, you would rather die than marry him now, however you found it quite amusing to correct him this way. The blonde shook his head, ignoring your words to sit down with the commander of the Kingsguard.
The guard looked at you with wary eyes, âwhat? Are you scared to insult my mother in front of me?â you shot at him, knowing every detail of his past â especially with Rhaenyra.
âWill you please take a bath darling?â Aemond questioned, annoyence evident in his voice. At that you scoffed, only when he wanted something he would use a pet name.
If he did not, then you were a bitch, Strong or traitor â whatever suited the moment. âIf it pleases you my prince,â you snapped at him, although you would not be gone for long. There was not a chance you would let Cole speak bad about your mother.
---
âRhaenyra is like a spiderâŠ,â Coleâs voice was faint, almost a whisper but you heard him. Catching Alicent in her web, how pathetic could someone be? Aside from Alicentâs lies and hypocrisy, Cole was just as bad.
Feeding Aemond all those lies, hiding his own history and thinking he wouldnât be exposed. You could hardly contain your laughter.
Only wrapped in towel you entered the room again, both men looking at you. The princes eyes using all his power not to drop to your breasts.
âSer Criston I think you should take your leave,â Aemond cleared his throat, in the years he had known you, it became clear to him what you were trying to do. Quickly Cole left, he knew where he was going.
âCould you please put on some clothes?â the blonde asked you, which you ignored and instead sat down oppisite of him. The towel slowly fell down, exposing a part of your breast.
âYou know heâs lying right? My mother and Alicent were friends, best friends until she married my grandsire and then-,â âhad bastards?â he cut in, not particular in the mood for this conversation. If the situation were different, maybe then he would listen to you, but it was not.
âHe offered my mother his hand in marriage, wanted to sell oranges with her in Dorne. She rejected him and he is still not over it,â you continued as if he said nothing, you were not new to him calling you a bastard. At first it hurt but now you try to ignore it.
âBecause your mother has never done anything wrongâŠ,â he trailed off, he was tired of hearing you defend your mother. A part of him would do the same, still it drove him crazy.
Without thinking you took one of this little statues and threw it at him, âcareful Aemond.â In the next moment Aemond was above you, caging you in between his arms and against the sofa. His quick movements caused you to flinch and the towel to fall down into your lap.
âI should be careful? You are here, held a prisonerâŠ,â he told you, tone dangerously low. He knew it was hard to intimidate you but not impossible.
Although Aemond felt a heavy aversion towards you, he couldnât deny how much he wanted you in the same moment. How he missed your talks that could go on for hours, and after a day where he interacted too much with Aegon, you would help him relieve some stress or when you begged him to braid his hair.
âYour mother has put those dreadful thoughts in your head, Cole is speaking lies because he needs the attention, because he wants to be seen as the victim,â you snapped at him, lifting your head up to meet his eyes.
âDo not speak of my mother this way-,â âyou mean the woman who speaks with two tongues?â you interrupted him, satisfaction coming over you when you saw realisation wash over his face. âYes, I heard you.â
There were no words coming from Aemond, which did not surprise you. âHave I silenced you?â a smirk growing on your lips.
He scoffed, shaking his head and standing up to walk towards your shared bed. The prince stripped himself of most of his clothes, knowing you were watching. âAh, are you trying to tempt me again? That is not how a prince should behaveâŠ,â you taunted him.
âMhm, you did not seem to mind beforeâ he questioned, taking off his eye patch. Even if the two of you started hating each other, he still felt comfortable enough to walk around without it.
âI see you have no arguments anymoreâŠwell, that is how it must be when you finally come to realise you are in the wrong,â you couldnât help it, as much as you enjoyed his company, the way he took your mind of the war. You could not let it happen anymore, you felt like a traitor to the realm.
Aemond scoffed at that, he said no word and left the room. You were stubborn and every discussion he had with you ended the same.
âYes, just leave like you love to do!â you shouted after him in anger and within a second your brain snapped. Just as Aemond walked through the door, a cup hit the wall next to him with full force.
âHobrenkys mittys,â you muttered to yourself once Aemond was completely gone.
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On the next morrow, Aemond was nowhere to be found â as almost every day. Now you would be alone, almost dying of boredom and no one was allowed to see you.
You often saw Helaena, she wanted to come to you but never dared to go against her brothers orders and the guards standing outside your door.
There was only one person who would break this rule, Aegon. He would come in, talk about the weirdest things and he did not care if you were listening, he also didnât seem to mind that you would never accept him as king.
And just like that the doors flew open, revealing Aegon. âGood morrow dear niece,â he sounded energetic, full of motivation.
 âAegon, to what do I own this pleasure?â you asked him, laying back in bed. Already done with him, under different circumstances you might enjoy his company. However as of late he only stole your energy.
âWell, I actually am in search of my brother,â he revealed, causing you to roll your eyes, âand you truly thought you would find him here?â Aegon could not actually think this.
âIt is his chamber, is it not?â he raised his eyebrows, spinning himself around. For him it was fun, to come in and point out the difficulties between Aemond and you â especially when he was drunk.
âOh, how observant you are. What do you want?â you snapped at him, sitting up on the bed to watch him closely. The false king shrugged his shoulders, âyou know Iâm a good king.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his statement, âyou are no good king.â At this he looked at you offended, not actually believing what you just said.
With a sigh you leaned back, âno one prepared you, grandsire always saw Rhaenyra on the throne, so what would you know about ruling? Your whole life you could do whatever you wanted, no one told you how it works, and you became a foolish imbecile.â You told him honestly, he needed someone who wouldnât lie to him or manipulate him.
Aegon let the words sink in and he did not like them, he didnât want to accept the truth. A side effect of manipulation â he could not truly think that he was fit to rule and the heir.
He huffed, âyouâre just like him,â with that he left you alone again. Who he was comparing you to, you didnât know but it might as well be Aemond, âjust like his brother.â That was true, if Aemond was out of arguments he started talking nonsense or told you something he had already said.
 As night fell in, your soon to be husband was not back yet which was not uncommon and still it felt like something was wrong, like something would happen. You had taken a bath, cleaned up his chambers, just to keep busy.
Laying there in bed felt horrible, like you were chained to it. If death was to take you, you would welcome it.
Suddenly the door opened, a strange man walked in with a cage in his hand. Once he saw you, he was confused, âmâlady please excuse me however Iâm here to catch the rats,â he told you.
And you recognised him, he was no rat catcher, no he was a gold cloak. Why were there no guards around? Why did no one stop him?
âWhat do you want?â you asked him, maybe you were too bold but with Daemon as a father figure, there was nothing else to be expected. The man did not seem to know who you were.
Then another one came in looking more scared. âIs he here- ah, princess we are sorry. We did not mean to disturb you,â he bowed in front of you.
His actions made the gold cloak realise who he was talking to, who Daemon mentioned. The traitorous daughter of Queen Rhaenyra. Without much thought he grabbed you by your throat causing you to gasp in surprise.
âWhere is your cunt of a husband?â he growled while pulling you closer, holding a knife to your throat. When you didnât immediately answer he gripped your hair tightly, fear over came you as you felt the cold metal on your skin.
âI donât know!â you cried, wishing Aemond would step inside right this moment. However, your wish was not granted, instead you were thrown to the ground with full force.
âPersonally, I think you are lying, after all you are his bride or is whore a better fit?â he gave you a dirty smirk before striking you with the back of his hand.
Knowing it would be a mistake you glared at him, âshut your fucking mouth. I donât know where he is nor do I care,â you spit at him. If there was one thing you learned, it was to never back down and right now death seemed like a blessing.
âYou truly are a bitch,â he nodded and kicked you in the stomache, making you groan in pain. Tears streamed down your cheeks, why was there no guard around? Why did no one stand in front of this room?
âHe sends his regards,â was the only thing the gold cloak muttered before leaving with the rat catcher close behind him.
Leaving you there, on the floor and fighting to stay conscious but closing your eyes felt too good.
---
As Aemond came back to the Keep everyone was running around, they were scarred. He looked around, seemingly the only person who was calm. Taking long strides the prince walked to their royal quarters.
There he found maids cleaning, double the amount of guards and a maester coming out ofâŠhis chambers? He came inside, the first he saw was you, on his bed with an empty gaze.
Said maester had given you tea, wrapped bandages around you throat, stomach and head. Every movement you made hurt more than the last.
âDarling,â he whispered, coming to kneel in front of you, slowly you lifted your head to meet his eye, âwhere were you?â you asked, voice hoarse.
No tone came from his lips, he couldnât tell you where he had actually been. âWhere have you been?â you asked again with more pressure. Getting no answer once more and it made you mad.
âAemond where the fuck were you when I was being threatened, when I had to be scared for my life?â you snapped at him, heart breaking when you saw how his expression changed.
âThey wanted you, they think Iâm a traitor because of you. All the pain I had to endure because of you!â now you started screaming at him, he deserved it. âJaehaerys is dead because of you. Not only do you kill my brother but also your own nephew.â
Then it dawned on Aemond, Daemon had sent them to take care of him. The Rogue Prince saw him as a challenge.
âSeven hells, you are not even listening to me. You are supposed to protect me and not be gone the whole day! I mean what was so important? Did- did you find some whore to-,â as you said the last sentence you noticed how he looked down for a second.
âYou were with one,â you stated, scoffing to yourself and standing up, âjust like Aegon, true brothers you are,â this couldnât be happening. If he at least was better at being decent, as if being gone every night wasnât suspicious.
âDo not compare me to that imbecile. They are terrified of me, no one is scared of Aegon,â Aemond argued, taking a step towards you, âDaemon sees me as a challenge, big enough to kill me in my sleep,â he was very convinced of himself.
You looked at him in disbelief, he could not truly believe your stepfather was scared of him. âHow delusional can one be? A son for a son, you killed Luke, so they kill you. It is called revenge and because they were not able to find you, they chose Aegonâs heir,â you laughed at him, they way actually thought this was about him being a threat.
Yes, Daemon thought you were a traitor however he had always been a special person, so you did not think much of it. If he wanted to believe it, then he shall.
The moment you were able to get out of here and speak with your mother, everything would clear up. You also hoped Rhaenyra would allow you to burn Daemon for the torture he put you through.
âDo not laugh at me, if he wanted revenge then he would have done it himself,â was he trying to convince you or himself? Probably himself.
âShall he burn the Keep with Caraxes? Daemon is a lot but not stupid, unlike you,â shaking your head, you sat down of the sofa, standing was too exhausting. In the past you thought there could never be a moment where you hated it here more but now you realised there was.
âAemond you are weak, the only thing that makes you dangerous is Vaghar and if she is not by your side? Then you are nothing,â those words made something twitch in him.
The next moment he had you pressed against the cushions with his hands around your throat. âAm I still weak?â
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donât shut me out
pairing: jordan li x f!reader
wc: 750
a/n: i combined the two requests bc they felt kinda similar but i hope you guys enjoy <3
(NOTE: your super power is the ability to transform into any animal you want)
you stared at the last message you sent jordan.
to j đ i miss u. text me when u see this pls
you had sent that text at 8 pm last night and it was almost noon the next day and you still hadn't heard back from them. sighing deeply, you locked your phone, stuffing it in to your backpack.
is it me? did i do something? you thought.
it might seem over the top reacting this way but jordan is so communicative especially at night so it was off brand for them to go ghost like this. you were going through the different possibilities in your head as walked the god u campus to get to your next class, you had almost missed your friend calling your name.
âhey, y/n!âÂ
you looked up and saw cate beckoning you over to a table sheâs at with andre.
âhey guys,â you said with no excitement which the blonde found weird.
âdid your cat die or something? whatâs up?â she asked patting the seat in between her and andre.
you huffed and set your bag on the table and your head on andreâs shoulder.
âokay this is gonna sound so stupid but iâve been texting jordan all night and all morning today and i havenât heard so much as a peep from them. i know the messages are going through, i just don't know why they're ignoring meâ
âoh y/n. you havenât heard,â andre begins. âjordanâs parents are in town. we donât know much about them but we know they are jordanâs least favourite topic.â
âi mean theyâve told me the basics butâŠâ you trail off.
if their parents are in town then that explain why theyâve been so hard to reach. jordan's parents have never understood them and always made them feel ashamed of their powers which is ridiculous because they are ones whoâve injected their kid with compound V.
"guys iâve got to go,â you said grabbing your bags and transforming into an eagle, flying off to jordan's student accommodation.
you knock rapidly on your partnerâs door, once you arrived. âjordan, open up!â
silence.
you grabbed your vphone out of your bag and checked the âfind myâ app. âi can literally see that youâre in there so either you open this door and let me in or i turn into a snake and slither in⊠your choice.â
you hear some metal clanging and something unlocked and in a second you were faced with your gorgeous significant other who looked like they have been crying their eyes out.
no words needed to be said between you before you dropped your bag and pulled them into your arms, rocking them side to side.
you let a few moments pass before you spoke. âwhy didn't you just tell me?â
âiâm sorry,â they said pulling away. âi fall into this pit of self hatred when my parents come around.â
you guided them to the bed and played with their fingers as you shared your thoughts. âyou know i thought you were ignoring cause i might've done something to piss you off or somethingâŠâ
âno, babyâ they whispered. âitâs not you. like at all. itâs them. they⊠theyâve never accepted my full powers. the girl version anyway. to my parents, iâm their golden boy and nothing else. i came to god u and swore that i would never feel ashamed of myself and would never be forced to choose one gender like my parents desperately want.â
âthatâs a lot to carry by yourself, jord,â you move their short black bob out of their face and tuck it behind their ear. âiâm here if you ever need to talk. about any of it.â
âi know,â they smiled softly.
âand for what itâs worth i likeâŠall of you,â you confessed which made jordan put on their sexy grin that you fell for.
âis that right? and which parts of me do you like?â they asked switching to their male form and placing you on their lap.
âhmm now that i think about it, i actually canât remember,â you stroked your chin jokingly.
âhow about i make you remember?â they replied, capturing your lips in an over due kiss. you breathe them in as you run your hands through their short hair.
you pulled away still holding their face in your hands. âpromise to tell me when things bother you, big or small okay? i donât want you to shut me out.â
jordan nodded, whispering, âi promise,â before kissing you once more.
#gen v#gen v imagines#jordan li#jordan li imagines#jordan li x reader#london thor#derek luh#the boys#cate dunlap#andre anderson#gen v prime#gen v fanfiction#gen v amazon
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Iâll be honest i havenât done this in awhile but i hope you enjoy!
Requested by @neko-rose888
Skellies with an S/o kinda like Rapunzel!
Ink:
* At first he actually joked about you reminding him of Rapunzel. With the aloof personality, long hair, that glows when youâŠsing- wait a damn minute-
* Watch out for ink spewing out his mouth. Heâd be so excited seeing such an incredible power. Can he touch your hair? Would it affect skeletons? Are you ACTUALLY Rapunzel-?! Aaand there he goes hurling again- And you being awkward but still kind self, you help him clean up, chuckling at his excitement. Kinda hard to ignore how adorable this little artist is.
* Soon you two end up hanging out a lot just to do a LOT of painting. And stars Ink LOVES your work. If this guy isnât the reason you leave your tower, I call bullshit right now because he is FILLED with adventures of his own!
* Wouldnât be surprised if he takes you with him to start your own adventureâŠ.with him by your side.
Dream:
* He wasnât surprised that you had powers. He couldâŠjust sense it. He just didnât know how it worked. He simply thought it was a beautiful power of yours.
* Though despite your abilities, he wants to make sure you will never be forced or ever feel obligated to use your abilities. Especially considering your past. Itâs your ability and itâs your choice to use it. But he WOULD feel proud if you use it for healing others. And even feel more special if you heal him too. You fretting over him is so sweet.
* He loves to show you around new places just to see you smile, your positivity shining both in and out. Like a literal sunâŠitâs so warm and nice to be around. He ends up teaching you how to make flower crowns on a walk in the forest. It was worth seeing your smile beam.
* Literally just two beans with a dash of trauma- you both find peace within each otherâš
Blue:
* He probably bumped into you by accident and didnât realize you were the princessâŠ.and when he did, he apologized PROFUSELY- heâs a KNIGHT in training for damn sake and heâs already being a klutz? TO THE PRINCESS OF ALL PEOPLE-
* Luckily for him you donât find it to be a big deal and quickly tell him itâs fine. You both excitedly introduce yourselves and soon you two become a fun energetic duo.
* Taking you on horse rides, treating you like a lady, you teaching him how to cake (so he doesnât explode the kitchen again-), and teaching you how to defend yourself. Frying pan wasnât a weapon he expected but respectfully cool as you show off its powerâš
* He vows to be your loyal knight and will always protect you no matter what!
Nightmare:
* Heâs definitely heard about you because of your ability and studied about the wither and decay spell? Now THAT can be a very useful weapon! So he sends his team to get you! âŠ.which was easier said than done.
* He knew his idiots wereâŠwell stupid but itâs just ONE girl. It canât be THAT hard. So he goes himselfâŠ.and finds himself tangled up in your hair, almost getting whacked by a frying pan. He turned into a puddle to escape both your trap and frying pan skills before picking you up with a tendril and taking you away, complaining about the hair you left on him (even though he left goop ALL over your hair- đ)
* After that you pretty much became swift friends with his team as you hang out with them, heal them, bake cookies, and your bright smile makes them happy. That positivity annoyed Nightmare so much. ButâŠwhenever you bring him a black coffee and give him that same bright smileâŠ.he canât help the feeling of warmth deep inside his own soul.
* He may be cold at times but youâre definitely safe around him. Would give you princess treatmentâŠ.even if heâll never admit it.
Outer:
* Might be a bit of a unique meeting but I bet you two met under a starry night sky, looking up at the stars together before he starts up a chat with you. Probably a little space pun that goes right over your head making him laugh instead-
* He was pretty chill about your hair although a little surprised at first. He liked showing you his abilities too. It was funny seeing your ecstatic reaction. But he was interested when you one day mentioned the lanterns from your home. Heâs never tried something like that beforeâŠ.
* So hell YES you take him to the lantern thing! You even got lanterns for just the two of you to float together. He was in awe seeing your lanterns twirling together to join the VAST other lanterns mixing in with the starry sky. It wasâŠlike the city had come to lifeâŠ.and you being here with him made it all the more special.
* That day you gave him a painting you made of the moment just for him to take home. He still has it in his room, on the wall presented proudlyâš
Reaper:
* He only visited because there was some odd decay in the areaâŠ.and he witnessed your wither and decay ability. DefinitelyâŠ.surprising. Hell it was like his death touch. He was the one to snap you out of the trance thankfully. You go to hug him to thank him much to his scare- butâŠ.you didnât die? Huh? But you ARE human so how-? He chuckled though once you realized youâve literally hugged death-đŠ
* He took you with him to study up together about how this came to be and it seems the flower youâve consumed is more powerful then you expected. Even saved you from his own death touch. Fancy that. He ended up sticking around out of pure curiosity. PlusâŠ.its rare to have someone heâs able to be around without needing to be cautiousâŠ
* Buuut wow you were accident AND trouble prone- seriously how have you SURVIVED this long in life?! Got the poor guy stressed with how much you got him watching over you- but you make it worth itâŠ.you always give him headpats and promise him cuddles and cookies. Can he really stay this upset seeing that cute face?âš
* He went from god of death to a sweet loving guardian angel. You simply just had that effect on him!
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"Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
AN: hello! i wrote this for fun, it's nothing serious or special, i just needed to do something with myself. hope y'all will enjoy it anyway lol (also, i had that one scene from shrek 2 in mind)
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Summary: the night wasn't peaceful for the ghoul because reader talks too much
Warnings: english is not my first language; reader is female; it was supposed to be more of a comedic oneshot; a lot of inner thoughts
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The night was getting cold. Chilly air mixed with the pleasant warmth emanating from the fire, touching your red cheeks. It was a nice feeling, especially after a whole day of walking in the brutal heat. The sun was killing you and the night was a nice change.
'I fucking hate wasteland', you thought to yourself every day.
Burning sun, disgusting monsters, crazy raiders or even that ghoul, literally everything could kill you any minute. It was hard to survive out there alone ans you knew that. Maybe that was a reason why you didn't ran away from him yet.
"So...", you couldn't stand the silnce anymore, "are you gonna finally untie me?"
You sat by the bonfire with your legs pressed to your chest, staring into the sparkling flames. Hands still tightly tied, of course. The other end of the lasso held the ghoul whom you met a few days ago.
He was sitting on the other side of the fire, leaning against a huge piece of something wooden. He looked like he was sleeping with a cowboy hat covering his face. The ghoul wasn't like anyone you've met before, but you weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He did tied you up after all and have gave you no choice, but to travel with him to God-knows-where. On the positive side - he didn't killed you. And that was something unexpected.
"Hellooo..? Did you hear me, Mr. Ghoul?", you never called him like that before, but you wanted any interaction.
No response. Was he really sleeping or just pretending that he didn't hear you?
It was in his style, to be honest. Ever since you met him, he seemed cold, selfish, like he doesn't care about anything else in the world but him. Sometimes straight up annoying, sometimes kinda funny and nice in a twisted way. These mixed feelings made you somewhat intrigued.
"Listen lady" , he didn't looked at you. "I need some peace and quiet so no stupid questions or talkin', got it?"
"Oh, come on! We have been travelling for days! I'm not gonna do anything stupid", it was this time when he was just annoying as hell.
"I bet you won't, sweetheart", you knew he smirked under that stupid hat.
"So what, are you gonna keep me like this to what? Sell me for chems? Or eat me one day?", you spoke once again. "You know, both options are pretty problematic for you because, I mean, you are really planning to sell skinny, dehydrated girl and hoping for decent payment?", fake scoff escaped your mouth. "Keep dreaming. I am way more useful as a compa-"
By anything stupid you meant something like killing him or running away. First of all, he was very skilled and you knew that attacking him was suicidal mission. Second of all, you could try to escape, but you didn't know if it was even possible with this man and did you really wanted to?
On one hand, there were plenty ways for him to hurt you. Shooting, beating, selling, starving you to death or worse - eating you alive. It was something... common on the wasteland. People were doing everything to survive and as crazy as it sounded, you understood it, the ghoul knew it as well. But on the other hand, after raiders killed your parents, life became harder than before. You hated it and what you hated more was loneliness. You had none, no friend and no family left. Maybe it was delusional, but you hoped for befriending the ghoul and travel with him for a little longer. Or maybe he could help you made it to town where you could stay. In that situation you didn't have many options (it didn't work by force anyway) to consider or anything to lose, to be honest.
"Oh, for fu-", he straightened up, finally looking at you.
You didn't have many opportunities to meet him face to face and take a closer look. Beautiful eyes spoke more than thousand words, that's for sure. The most noticeable thing was the lack of a nose, but aside that the face was handsome. You could imagine how he looked like before the ghoulification. In fact, you always thought that people were exaggerating with their disgust towards non-feral ghouls. They were still humans, right?
"You asked me a milion questions already, while I couldn't ask you one", you heard the irritation in his voice. "You better don't cross the line"
That silence was overhelming. Sure, the sound of camfire was nice, but your thoughts were getting weirder and weirder. You needed something to occupy your mind and because you weren't the best at small talk (or starting a conversation at all) you came up with the stupidest idea.
Classic threating. You rised your tided hands, palms facing him in surrender. It wasn't the right time to ask about the future and you didn't wanna cross the line, at least not that night. He was looking at you for a moment, making sure you wouldn't ask anything else and returned to his previous position.
You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking about and you couldn't read him. Not before, not now and probably not in the near future. He seemed like he could always read your mind while being completely unpredictable to you. What he thought about you? What was his plan? You should be very scared or just scared? Many questions were running in your head, but you couldn't find answer for none.
"What it's like to be a ghoul?", you mentally slapped yourself, but there was no turning back now. "I mean, how did you become a ghoul? It was quick or it was a long process? My parents never told me much about ghouls"
Deep, long sigh escaped his mouth. He looked at you again, not bothering to move his body. Even someone like him lacked words and strength for you.
"Did someone ever told that you talk so much?", a ghost of a smile crept across his face.
"Actually, yes, my father told me that once", you smiled proudly.
"No lesson learned", you quite enjoyed his harsh voice with strange accent. He definitely didn't talk enough. "Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
"Hm, I'm afriad no, Mister", then it striked you. "I don't know your name! I won't shut up until you will told me your name. Wait, you do have a name, right?"
"Yes", you felt annoyed again by his lack of cooperation.
"Well..? You know my name, even you don't use it, may I know yours?"
"Cooper", the ghoul hide his face under the hat again. "Now, let me rest for a while, will ya?"
Bright smile appeared on your face. That was what you called a progress. It was genuinely a cool name and suddenly you started to wonder if he liked yours.
"But...", you heard a growl from under the hat, "we will talk about what to do next? I know how things works out here, but... We don't have to be enemies. I know you want to survive and I don't wanna be your prisoner forever"
You were on thin ice and for the first (and not last) time in your life you couldn't gather your thoughts. You wanted to tell him a lot of things in one go.
"I'm not your enemy, sweetheart, you don't have to worry. Now sleep or I'll have to shoot that pretty face"
You noded quietly. You knew that tomorrow you would try to talk to him again, still hoping for some sort of cooperation or agreement. Your life was on the line, after all. Not to mention that he called you pretty and even another threat couldn't take it away from you. Maybe that was the sign that he doesn't mean no harm to you, there was a hope, at least.
#fallout#fallout tv show#fallout series#fallout x reader#the ghoul#the ghoul x reader#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard#fallout the ghoul#fallout cooper howard
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I think it's so interesting that they chose to bring gerard and tommy back in the same season,
like of all the people to put in the gay realization arc, they bring in Tommy the same season they bring back gerard like why aren't we talking about this actually
which granted i don't know if they had planned gerard coming back all the way in the begining of season 7 but since there were only the 10 episodes they did probably have some idea where they were going with the season so it's very likely hey knew how it was going to end as well
and like those two character specifically
the ones who were honestly the main obstacles in both Hen and Chim's begins episodes like there's something going on there
and like Tommy wasn't even a queer character before season 7, so it wasn't even like they just grabed the only gay they had to bring back, they made him gay for that plot, which means they could have literally grabbed any other previous character or came up with a new one for the queer awakening
but it's like such an interesting juicy choice to bring those two back, especially since it's buck's first experience with both of them, like the paralells between those characters
the way Buck has to deal with the bitch ass boss a work and the come home to bitch ass boyfriend
and especially the tommy of it all like he could easily come across as ok and just like kinda sus whatevs maybe but not too big a deal but to have him there along with gerard, where he's gonna be in a situation where all of gerards flaws that tommy shares are going to be brought to light, tommy isn't going to be able to hide
and you bet your ass buck is going to notice the way tommy is never going to take his side when he complains about Gerard (like we've already seen in 8x01), or agree with him bro only has a few more "sounds like Gerard"s left him before mr. audhd puts two and two together and goes "erm who's side are you on babe" and mr. jealous lying liar who lies is going to pull some wordsmith vague shit that is very none commital and doesn't give a straight answer and mr. doesn't know when to let shit go or drop anything ever will not stop pushing until the truth comes out and tommy's true nature is revealed
and also i think good for Buck to stand up for himself in his personal life
like bro has no issue fighting back at work (obviously), but other than the Taylor break up (and, i guess natalia too but we didn't actually see that) he doesn't really think too much about it, he just wants to be loved and cherished and he just kind of goes wherever he feels that or thinks he may feel eventually and he doesni't really look at the situation objectively to see if it's really what he needs and is good for him
and even with the taylor break up, it kinda just came out of nowhere like until that one episode they were doing fine, they seemed good with each other, every time we saw them they were putting effort into the relationship and didn't really seem to be headed towards a break up, and even right before they broke up when Buck was talking about it to Eddie or whoever, it wasn't really in a way that made it seem like they were going to break up, he was just talking about how angry he was and all that and he didn't want to be mean, so even then we didn't really get to see him really looking at their relationship and coming to that conculsion it was just the one corversation with Eddie about how he needed to talk to her, and then them breaking up
but i digress the point is it'll be very good for buck to be the on the break up with Tommy. and especially over him being a racist sexist jerk to his friends, which objectively is bad and anyone should be broken up with for that but it'll force buck to think about his priorities and what's important to him and what he really wants/needs out of a relationship and why he even started dating tommy in the first place which was because he was just projecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy
but Buck knows he's bi now and Eddie's gonna know he's queer it's all going to fall into place
and also i think the absence if Christopher is going to play into all that as well becuase it's going to make Buck realize how important he is to him like obviously the whole tsunami was very telling of how much Buck cares for Christopher, but that was very tense life and death situation and very emotionally charged and hightened and there was also the element of not wanting to let eddie down and all that and he was depressed and sad and lonely and all that
but i digress
christopher being gone is going to force him to realize what a huge part of his life Christopher and Eddie are and how important they are to him, and why
I think contrasting his relationship with Tommy and his relationship with Eddie will be very enlightening for him and make him actually step back and objectively look at his relationship with Eddie and what exactly that means and what it is and what it's always been
#911 season 8#911#911 abc#911 fox#911 show#9 1 1 abc#9 1 1 fox#9 1 1 show#911 buddie#9 1 1 buddie#buddie#911 buck#911 eddie#anti bucktommy#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#evan buckley x eddie diaz#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#bi buck#queer eddie diaz
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To give my Real Opinion on the whole Clark vs Lois issue (since people are giving me theirs), I'm surprised it is an issue, since it's very clearly supposed to be an conflict where both people made decisions that made sense from their point of view but still hurt each other. It makes sense that Clark would be insecure about telling Lois this when she's acting distrustful of Superman, and it makes sense he'd freak out and not handle a situation where she was putting a lot of pressure on him well. It also makes sense that Lois would be angry (and probably humiliated) and upset that Clark not only lied to her face when she was begging him to tell her the truth, but left her where she couldn't help him when she was worried sick about him.
Honestly, I think a lot of you aren't being honest about how you'd feel if you had a friend who disappeared every time something dangerous happened, you spent a lot of time frantically searching and worrying about that friend each time, only to find out oh hey, your friend was well aware of how worried you were and was actually right there but they were pretending to be someone else instead of letting you in on what was happening. You'd feel played with.
And Clark also KEPT lying when she was basically saying "hey stop lying to me. I know." He did it instinctively. She was begging him to tell her, and he didn't. That's going to hurt, and that's going to be galling. She definitely felt she had no other choice than to do something drastic, because she can't enter a relationship with someone she knows is lying to her and here he is, refusing to come clean. She's a reporter, the need to know drives her.
"Lois isn't entitled to Clark's private information, they haven't known each other that long", sure, but Clark vanishes in dangerous situations and causes real distress, Clark has been discussing Superman with Lois and unconsciously trying to manipulate her feelings on him while not telling her the whole truth, and you'd feel weird if someone did that, you'd feel kinda violated! And even if someone told you they weren't doing that to laugh at you, wouldn't you be hurt and humiliated?!
When exactly IS Lois entitled to Clark's info? When they start dating? How many months is it okay for him to date her without him telling her he's actually the guy she spends every waking minute trying to interview? Would he have told her as their relationship got serious? Not knowing that is probably scary and if I was Lois I'd think twice about if I wanted this either!
And what's especially scary is that yeah, he did leave her behind to so he could possibly go get killed when she was begging him not to. That's terrifying. She was probably terrified the entire time she waited. He was able to take her choice away from her, and Lois does not like feeling helpless. Clark was scared of her getting hurt, so he enforced his will and so shewas scared for HIM. and then he refused to talk about those worries!
It's also pretty galling when she's already helped him out in several fights- she's proven she can be useful and helpful! I'd be mad too! I'm sure there was a little vindictiveness in her actions- you see how you like it when someone takes your choice away too.
At the same time, Clark is clearly not comfortable showing people his whole self. He still doesn't know who he is, and he goes into panic mode about it. He's very scared of people being hurt because of him. What he did made sense from his point of view. And I'm sure he's not happy to be forced to reveal his secret.
It doesn't matter 'who's more right'. It's not a game they get to win! They both violated each other's boundaries. Their feelings both make sense from their perspective, and interesting conflicts are complicated. And I like it when characters don't just react to everything flawlessly. There's a lot of drama in secret identities, and sometimes stories have conflict.
I do agree this should have happened later in the season or as a season 2 thing, but that's sadly just life in this streaming hell era. They didn't know if they'd get a season 2 to tell the story they wanted. We have to take the conflict as it is. And let's face it, if Lois had taken longer to figure out, y'all would be making fun of her for being dumb. Lois is for some reason always the butt of that joke even though nobody else can see Clark is Superman either- and when she does figure it out (as she usually does!) and has anything other than positive feelings about it she still gets blamed. Just enjoy having a character who can have complex feelings.
If you hate relationship conflict, there's stuff for you out there! Read Superman Family Adventures by Art Baltazar, it's very cute low stakes low conflict stuff and has an actual Himbo Clark.
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Tbh?? even though i find it kinda interesting i havent ready many fics w/ tickling kink in them but like.. a couple of them just feel like regular porn but the difference is (for example) getting someone off w/ a feather instead of Just stroking the đ. In others ive read, the tickling is just foreplay, like doing it playfully and then realizing that the other person is aroused by all the touching (this one is what i like the most especially with grumpy characters wr barely see smiling. They deserve to giggle)
divider: saradika-graphics
cw: feather play, cum, weener, no proofreading, wc: 500+
"[name] i swear..to archons..!" you tickled the man in front of you, teasing his cock with a toy feather. handcuffed to the bedframe first thing when he woke up. you always loved the thought of teasing your boyfriend by a feather, it just seemed so hot to see your boyfriend struggle under you.
"what! its fun...~" you take the feather, wiggling it back and forth around the tip. looking up at him when his thighs quiver and the way he whimpered was so yummy. its like you wanted more out of him. "your way of fun isnt what i like." he exclaimed before popping your mouth onto his tip.
"agh fuck! you better stop with that shit-" you giggled, using the feather to tease him more, this is was much fun, you loved seeing him forced into submission. seeing the way pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead and the way his abs emitted a shine from all of it...you couldnt stop yourself. "if you say it, ill let you cum~ if not, im adding another ten minutes."
"im not saying shit for your ass." "cmonnn you dont wanna be pent up with no release right? plus...youre handcuffed you couldnt even help yourself." you had a point, and he grit his teeth, all his ego would be lost begging for you to let him cum. tickling him on the base and you can see precum dripping from the side as his cock twitches, it was such a sight to see.
he huffs and breathes in heavily, just hoping he could get a release from the stroke of the feather. but you knew too well, knew how to control his own climax. hes seriously so pent up and needed a release. should he for his own pleasure....
"please.." he mumbled. "hm? whaddya say?" you stopped teasing him. he says something inaudible and you probably know what he said. "cmon say it louder, tell me what you want" "this shit is embarrassing." the way red coated his cheeks made you display a cheeky smile, you loved seeing him this way.
"say it and you get what you want." you stroke a lick against the veins of his base. he twitches and couldnt take it anymore. "please, let me cum, i beg of you." his hands tried getting out of the resistances, absolutely losing his mind from the lack of release.
"hehe, knew you could do it" and without any warning, you his whole cock entered inside your mouth and the moan he let out was heavenly. "ooh-! fuck [name]! your mouth feels fucking great" he let out. the way you slobbered your spit everywhere, bobbing your head up and down.
you eyes fluttered up at him and he couldnt get any hornier from this. he release was coming and you could tell from the way he bucked his hips up at you which made you gag. the slurp sounds and his whimpers were echoed around the room.
"keep going-im cumming-agh fuck!" you felt hot gooey substances shot inside of your throat, from the amount of times you edged him, there was no surprise how much came from him. you tried swallowing all of it, but the way it spilled was so much some came from the corners of your mouth. his breathing was uncontrollable, probably the best orgasm he had in a long time.
after swallowing everything up, you kissed his cheek. "still as yummy as i remembered, you came so much."
scaramouche, diluc, alhaitham, abyss aether, kinichi, kaeya, cyno, tighnari, wriothesley, xiao any character of your choice!
sorry for the long hiatus, been really busy and lost the motivation. just wrote this real quick.
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AITA for "unknowingly" cheating on my girlfriend?
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preface: yes i am, theres no excuse, i just want to hear more ppl's thought because different ppl in my life have very different opinions on this??? even though i think cheating is cut and dry?
earlier this year, i (20nb, tho i was 19 at the time) was in a purely monogamous relationship with my ex (19f). there were ups and downs, i had some issues that i really shouldve talked to her about, but overall it was the best experience. id never dated anybody before. she's the only person who ive ever loved in that way. i think shes the best person, funny, smart. i was really lucky to have her.
i have another friend, who i'll call H (21f), who has been my friend for years. we're really close, and we've shared a lot with each other. i also love her deeply, though in a different, entirely platonic way. she has told me that she loves me, and has loved me in romantic ways, even though i've never reciprocated (im fine with that, everyone in my main friend group is a little bit polyamorous).
there were two main incidents that happened between me and H. the first, i didnt really understand what was going on or that it was entirely wrong. we were cuddling, which i do with all of my friends, and she started getting really into it and getting on top of me. she asked if she could kiss me (on the lips) and i said no, partly because, well, i had a monogamous partner, and partly because i hate kissing on the lips. i probably shouldve entirely cut it off at that moment. my only excuse (which is pretty flimsy) is that, im kinda aroace so physical affection and the difference between platonic and romantic have always left me a little confused. i kinda thought this was normal, especially because H is polyamorous and in several relationships that heavily blur the lines between platonic and romantic.
then, about two weeks after that, H and i hung out again, but this time we were smoking marijuana. weed makes me highly suggestible and also incapable of remembering anything past about five seconds. not that im blaming the drugs, just describing the situation. basically, H and i were cuddling again when she decided to move on top of me and got flirty, with a lot of touching sensitive places for the purpose of getting a reaction (all above the belt). i went along with this because i respect H, ive known her for a long time, and i didnt want to say no to her. again, not an excuse, because she didnt force me to do it.
in the moment, i didnt think this was cheating. we werent doing anything explicitly sexual, we weren't making out, but we were definitely frisky and i know H was horny at the time. a couple hours later, when i sobered up, i suddenly realized what we had done and asked H if i had just cheated on my girlfriend. she also seemed to realize what had just happened and we agreed that i had cheated, that it was entirely wrong, and we should never do it again.
i decided to tell my ex about this immediately, because i thought she should know. i asked if she was in a position to hear bad news, and when she was, i was completely honest. she obviously didnt take it well, mentioning how she felt like she could never trust me again despite being the person she trusted most in the world. she loved me but this was unacceptable and a huge violation. i agreed, and after a bit of thinking, i told her that i thought we should break up. i had terrible guilt about what i'd done and assumed that we'd never recover, and it didnt seem like she could pull the plug, so i did.
she proceeded to get even more mad at me because of this, which in hindsight is completely understandable. from her perspective, i had just dropped two emotional bombs on her, and maybe i was implying that i liked H more than her. i wasnt, and i dont, but i know why it came across that way.
my other friends agreed with me that i shouldve broken up with her after that. in hindsight, i dont know if it was the right choice. i miss her dearly and wish i had worked more on the relationship.
we've since talked about it. i told her that i still loved her (bc i do, very deeply, and i dont know if i'll ever get over her) but said that i dont expect anything, dont expect a relationship, etc. she was okay with this because, in her words, she trusts me to not make it a big deal or awkward. we hang out frequently now, we watch anime together, and we get along well as friends. i feel so lucky that she is willing to spend time with me, that she still enjoys my company even a little bit.
the confusing part is that i told my dad about this and he basically said, "you were 19yo in a long distance, online-only relationship. this was inevitable and you shouldnt feel too bad about it. it was wrong but not the worst thing ever." i dont really agree with that, because it was a pretty serious relationship despite being online. we even met up at a convention and spent several nights together in a hotel. it was the happiest weekend of my life. i thought i could marry her maybe someday. and i dont think being 19yo justifies it. 13yo maybe, but i was old enough to know right from wrong, even if my knowledge about romantic and sexual relationships was underdeveloped.
basically, im looking for nuanced opinions. i fully expect the results to be YTA. im hoping ppl can give me any sort of insight in the comments.
PS: H is partially to blame bc she knew i was in a monogamous relationship but please dont hate on her too much in the comments, we've had a lot of talks about this and what happened drastically changed the way the both of us see relationships and each other. basically, she learned her lesson and she was never trying to be a bitch or a homewrecker. i know her well enough to know shes a good person at heart. she's also not on tumblr to see any of your comments. direct all of you criticism towards me, please.
What are these acronyms?
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