#he's so nonchalant LMAOOO

[ct-tupperware]

Rex not giving a single flying fuck on Umbara

[vmbrq]

billy loomis will hold the front door for you and calmly watch you walk out of your house to go to your friend’s party looking downright edible, and then will have the gall to feign shock and sympathy when you return within an hour and a half to cry to him about how someone got killed and everyone had to leave

[lilacerull0]

learn how to hold a cigarette and THEN we can talk

[ubike-official]

first time trespassing dude double texts me and its to ask me to olay dnd ... lmaooooo sorry man, ive got a halloween party to go to

[azriel-delacroix]

Oh– you're the coven boogie-woman in the flesh. My sister was terrified of doing anything wrong and pissing you off when she was little.

I wasn't born into the coven, so I guess I missed that lecture.

Pandora? The First Witch? Still not ringing a familiar bell?

How do you not know who I am?

[princessbrunette]

BABY DADDY RAFE!!

like they co parent but they aren’t really together, but the lines are a little blurred, like he’s always at the house to see his daughter but the lines get blurred when she’s put down for bed and the two of you cuddle and fuck on the couch

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i just love the au because it forces him to be a little soft when it’s clear he’s so reluctant to be. he didn’t want a baby for that exact reason, he knew it was gonna make him sappy and he’s tryna handle business— but he quite literally cannot help himself when he comes round to see the kid and you’re standing in your little nightgown crying into your hands because he’s the first person you’ve seen all week, it’s been so lonely and isolating and you’re just so relieved that someone else is there to pick the baby up when it cries for just a little bit.

he doesn’t like that one bit. rafe is unhinged and an asshole at times but he doesn’t play about the mother of his child because that’s who looks after the baby and obviously the two of you had a connection for you to end up knocked up?? you cry to him, rambling about how hard it’s been and he’s there nodding furiously with his lips a lil parted and wide eyes trying to seem like a really active listener :(( drops the nonchalant act real quick

“hey, no tears alright? i— i didn’t know you were feeling like this. why the hell did you not call me? i told you, you can always call me about this shit.” wiping your tears away and pulling you into his chest :( “look, tell you what we’re gonna do okay? gonna leave the baby with rose for a few hours. gonna take you out for lunch, yeah? then— then okay, you’re gonna have a fuckin’ nap. ‘cos you look exhausted.” and you just can’t stop crying from relief, the weight being taken off you for a lil bit 😮‍💨

def starts making more of an effort after that, checks in all the time, fucks you when you need it, feeds you when you need it, falls in love with you by accident 🙄 combats every one of your complaints too. “i just have no friends now, rafe.” “fuck you talking about, kid. i’m your friend.” lmaooo

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[leclerc-hs]

Charles being a jealous and possessive boyfriend please!

I'm sorry if this isn't good I haven't been writing a lot recently so I'm still trying to get back into the groove of things lmaooo. xoxo ily

smut under the cut!

Charles remained seated at the table, his legs casually spread, a picture of nonchalance. To anyone watching, he appeared totally relaxed. 

It was quite a juxtaposition to the actual burning annoyance he felt inside. He knew he had no reason to be jealous. But that didn’t stop the feeling from crawling its way deep into his chest, bubbling through his veins as he watched you from afar.

He forced himself to look away, to engage with the voices buzzing around him, to the people who were vying for his attention. Yet, each attempt felt hollow, a distraction that only heightened his restlessness.

He shifted restlessly, the desire to reach out and pull you into his orbit gnawing at him. 

He stared down into his empty glass, the faint amber residue clinging to its sides like a fading memory. 

“Who is that?” He half-shouts, raising his voice to cut through the pulsing beat of the music. His gaze was fixated intently on the man stood beside you, the way his hand rested on your shoulder.

His friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes darting in your direction without fault. They could tell immediately whom he meant. “Oh, that’s just—” one of them started, but the words hung in the air, overshadowed by the thumping bass.

He leaned in closer, straining to catch the details, his curiosity piqued. You were animated, laughter spilling from your lips, a magnetic presence that seemed to light up the dimly lit space. The way your hair caught the light, how you moved effortlessly with the rhythm—it was intoxicating.

“Seriously, who is that?” he pressed, his tone more urgent now, almost desperate to grasp the significance of this moment. He felt a swell of emotions—jealousy, admiration, and a flicker of something deeper—swirling within him as he struggled to reconcile the feelings you stirred in him with the reality of the distance between you.

His friends shrugged, smirking knowingly, as they watched the shift in his demeanor. 

“You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” one teased, nudging him playfully. But he barely registered the jab, his focus entirely on you and the laughter that echoed like a siren’s call, pulling him closer despite the invisible barriers between you.

“Whatever, I’m getting a refill.” He scoffed, the irritation in his voice barely masking the tumult beneath. He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor, a small rebellion against the frustration simmering inside of him.

He ordered another drink, the bartender raising an eyebrow at his brusque demeanor but saying nothing. The ice clinked in the glass, a soothing sound.

-

“You just expect me to pretend we barely know each other tonight?” he snapped, frustration spilling over like a shaken bottle of champagne.

“We’ve been over this, Cha,” you replied, your tone steady but tinged with weariness, as if you were bracing for another round of the same exhausting conversation.

It was a familiar dance, the back-and-forth that never seemed to lead anywhere new. The air between you thickened with unspoken words, a reminder of the boundaries that loomed large as long as you remained his race engineer. It felt like a loop destined to repeat, each cycle more draining than the last.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, the weight of your proximity pressing down on him like the searing heat of the asphalt on race day. It was maddening, the way desire and duty tangled together, refusing to be unraveled.

“Why can’t you just let me in?” he implored, the raw edge of his voice betraying the turmoil within him.

Your eyes locked onto his, and his heart raced at the intensity of that moment. You could see the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the undone tie hanging loosely around his neck—a stark contrast to the tight control he usually maintained.

“Because this is more than us.”

It wasn’t really. More than you and him. You were just scared—scared of the feelings that bubbled up when you were together, scared of what it meant for your lives, for your careers. So, when Charles told you he couldn’t do whatever this was anymore, you didn’t fight him on it.

-

“So what, you moved on just like that?” His words spilled out in a mix of annoyance and frustration as you swung open your apartment door. Charles pushes his way in almost instantly, the tension between you crackling like static in the air.

You step back, surprised by his sudden invasion of your space. “Charles, wait—” You start, but he was already pacing the small living room, his energy palpable, filling the room with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “I don’t get it. One moment, we’re…” He trails off, shaking his head as if trying to shake the confusion. “And now you’re just—what? Pretending it never happened?”

The frustration in his voice cut through you, and for a moment, you were taken aback. You had thought you were doing the right thing by stepping back, by not complicating things further. But seeing him here, all pent-up and frustrated, made your heart race.

“It’s not like that,” You reply, your voice steady but laced with the tremor of your own uncertainty. “I thought you wanted this too.”

Charles stops immediately in his steps, turning to face you, his expression a mix of hurt and anger. “You know that’s not true. I wanted you. I still want you.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of the moment settle between you, raw and real. 

“I can’t pretend I don’t want you.” He says, his voice low and intense. The honesty in his eyes pierces through the tension as he steps closer to you. 

He’s so close. 

“I want-“

His lips were hot on yours in the blink of an eye. He was so hot and so cold.

“Gonna talk to that guy again?” He pulls apart to get the words out, his hands grasping the back of your head, pulling your lips back to his again. 

Your fingers slip from the baby hairs on his neck to his shoulders. His tongue slips into your mouth for a few seconds before your pushing him back slightly. Just enough to speak.

“What guy?” You pull him back into you, his tongue slipping back into your mouth with ease. His hands are everywhere. Like they can’t figure out where they want to be— the back of your head, the crevice between your waist, your hips. 

He groans into your mouth, pulling back. “That fucking loser from earlier.” 

His lips are back on you, trailing your neck as he presses wet open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re beautiful.” And his lips are back on yours as he pushes you both down onto the couch nearby. His hand slips past the waistband of your tiny sleep shorts, finding your clit with no struggle at all.

-

“Fuck.” He groans. “Keep doing that, baby.” His fingers grip your hips, controlling the pace of your hips as you bounce on his cock.

He whines, thrusting up into you, like he can’t take it anymore. He’s feverish, holding you down so that you can no longer move as he works his cock into you. 

You topple forward, chest pressing to his, as you moan right into his ear. He swears he might just die.

“Mon dieu, baby.” His pace doesn’t falter. “Feels so good, yeah?”

“Mhm,” You groan softly into his ear, your body completely limp against his. “M’so close.”

You’re pleading, desperately writhing against him. Charles trails one hand along your backside, holding you against him tightly, as the other one squeezes your hip. His blunt nails bite the flesh of your hips.

He forces his hips upwards into you, deeper and harder. “C”mon baby.” He’s urging you on, begging you. “Give it to me. Yes, yes, yes.”

Charles grits his teeth as your walls tightened around him.

“M’gonna cum.” You barely manage to get the words out. Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall as you bury your face into his neck. Body completely limp of exhaustion.

“Next time you even think about talking to another man, remember this.” He pants. “Remember how good my cock feels in you.”

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙xo xo | MS47˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: mick schumacher x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none jus fluffy

summary: in which your boyfriend finds himself explaining your knack for seeming nonchalant when in reality you just value your privacy, or in which your boyfriend is a lovesick puppy at your side and his fans have a lot of questions about you 🥹💋

a/n: i hope i did this req justice!!!! not sure if i got the idea right but hopefully i did i loved writing it!!! my first ever fanfic for mick too!!!

request!!!: could you do a smau for Mick where he's dating a girl completely opposed to him, not gothic but more of a golden retriever x black cat relationship

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user3 he's always so sweet im obsessed

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user5 y/n is so lucky

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lilymhe gorgeous couple 😘

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georgerussell63 thanks for inviting us!! 🤔

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user9 a girl of few words

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user13 💀

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lewishamilton come visit us after the summer break y/n

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user14 no fr we need her back in the paddock already

user15 LOL lewis is like ussss

user16 begging for y/n's attention

user17 go girl give us nothing

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user18 she liked this 😂

user19 self aware queen

user20 y/n my fav wag unbothered queen always

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user21 at least mick is in this post

user22 barely

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user29 mick bf content when?

yourbff TXT ME BACKKKK

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user31 in my city omg!??!

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lewishamilton …day 10 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

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mickschumacher 🤷‍♀️🤩

user34 awww sooo cute

user35 once again the difference in stories 😂

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user38 omg y/n i am obsessed with you

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user42 giggling & kicking my feet over them

user43 they're all i think about fr

lewishamilton …day 14 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

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mercedesamgf1 we second lewis!

user47 LOLLLL

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user50 IKR!!! she's so private tbh we dont rly know her

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lewishamilton …day 31 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

user54 our unbothered queen

user55 0 fuck's given

user56 so beautiful <3

mickschumacher ❤️❤️

user57 i jus know lewis & merc in general r having a breakdown without her rn!

user58 free merc f1 team from the y/n drought 🙏

interview ->

transcript: interviewer: i'm sure you've seen the discourse online about your partner, y/n… / mick: *laughs* we have seen it, yes. it's very endearing and i love that everyone wants to get to know her better! / m: she keeps herself to herself generally, we're very opposite in that way! i'm an extrovert and, well, she just isn't!

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user68 where you going

lewishamilton wait… 👀

georgerussell63 🤨

mercedesamgf1 …see you soon?

mickschumacher ❤️

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user69 next race queen? next race queen? next race queen?

user70 location reveal

user71 status update y/n

user72 leading us on much😆

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user73 OMGGG FINALLY?!

user74 omg? she's going to monza?

lewishamilton she's here? she's here? she's here?

mickschumacher yes but…

lewishamilton but what

mickschumacher can you & george remain calm and act normal please

lewishamilton excuse me. i always do but i cannot say the same for george

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user75 YAYYYY

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user77 omg

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[moonlightspencie]

told ya if it was james i could ask for that

lets go for either fake dating goes very wrong (very right—) after a few firewhiskeys

or

fake hating as reader is the captain of slytherin’s quidditch team

or reader’s first time that she wants to get over and just do it with a friend she trusts and he ends up confessing mid sex

or all three, or none!!! but hope at least one helps w the fixation !!

just posted the third idea here. this is literally from december. it has been six months lmaooo. time to write at long last and YEAH its gonna be the ~fake dating~ one.

part 1 : part 2 here

james potter x fem!reader

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"This is ridiculous," you grumbled from atop James's lap.

He rolled his eyes, his arms around you as you both sat in the chair. He'd dragged you to some house party with the intention of getting the attention of Lily Evans. It was his newest scheme, and the only reason you agreed was because he promised to pay your rent for three months. He had money to spare, and you had some free time: a match made in heaven, apparently.

"Quit being a baby about it," he mumbled softly.

"She's not even sparing a glance this way, James," you note, taking a sip of your drink. He took it out of your hand a second later, downing the rest of it. You scoffed, "hey!"

"Yeah?" he smirked.

"That was mine."

"What's mine is yours, and vice versa, babe."

"You're really milking this."

"And your rent is paid. Suck it up, love," he kissed your cheek.

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, but you were determined to blame it on the drinks. No way in hell you'd let yourself be caught blushing over a man you were in a fake relationship with.

"Do you want more?" he asked softly, rubbing your thigh.

You quirked your brow. "Careful. Don't be too nice to me, or else I might think you actually like me."

"Hm," he shrugged, looking at you with an oddly soft gaze. Then his signature smirk made a reappearance. "Bet you'd like that."

"Oh, please," you roll your eyes.

He laughed again, hugging you to him tightly. "She's looking now."

You raised your brows, trying hard to look nonchalant as you scoped the room. You definitely saw Lily looking, but she seemed more confused than jealous. Probably not the reaction James was hoping for.

"Aren't we supposed to be trying to make her jealous? She just looks a bit confused, James," you say quietly, stroking his hair.

"Really?" he pouted, glancing back at Lily briefly. "Damn it."

"Tough luck, Potter," you said, about to stand up to refill your drink.

Before you could get far, he pulled you back down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You squealed in surprise, unsure if you should push him away or give in. Logically, you should want to slap him. But his lips were soft and you were tipsy... so you kissed him back.

You sighed into it as he wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss until you felt dizzy. It was intoxicating and terribly embarrassing to admit that you really liked it. You felt like you'd fallen into a daze when he finally pulled away, both of your eyes on one another.

"Um..." you say after a beat, feeling disoriented.

"That was... Just trying to make Lily jealous," he said quietly, his eyes still on your lips.

"Yeah. Just to... Right."

He started leaning in again before quickly pulling back. "I⎻I'm gonna refill our drink."

"Oh. Okay," you nodded, standing up, then falling back into the seat as he started walking towards the drink table, still not sparing a glance at Evans as he did. You took a deep breath, unable to stop looking at him. You groaned, covering your warm face with your hand. "Fuck."

[gor3-hound]

lipstick

ada wong x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, cheating, oral(f!recieving), fingering

a/n: just a short drabble couldn't get ada out of my mind so here lmaooo.. not great tbh it's just word vomit!! but hope you like it regardless :)

Ada isn't sure how she got here - her face buried deep between Leon's girlfriend's thighs. She had only come to the Gala for the purpose of gathering information, and she hardly expected to see Leon there.

He's checking her out as soon as his eyes find her. She's not surprised in the slightest. Her and Leon have always been a little complicated, to say the least. He flirts with her a little, and she pretends not to notice.

Her nonchalant demeanour crumbles when you approach, sweet as anything. Her eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as you hook an arm around Leon's and give him these bright doe eyes, peering up at him through those fake lashes of yours.

He doesn't deserve you. Not when he'd been ogling Ada all night. You're not even jealous to see them talking. No, you're instantly complimenting Ada on her outfit, gushing over meeting one of Leon's ‘friends’.

Yeah, you definitely deserve better than him. What an asshole. She can't believe he'd even entertain the thought of hooking up with her when he had you on his arm. Not that she'd agree, but with you? That was a different story.

She waits until she can get you alone. Even watches closely to make sure Leon is fully out of sight and out of mind before she's dragging you off to one of the secluded rooms in this oversized mansion.

She tells you what happens, comforts you as you come to terms with the news, and somehow… ends up pushing you back against the table and eating you out like she'd been starving. You make the prettiest sounds, your perfectly manicured nails carving marks into the wood as you dig your fingers into the surface, chipping your nail polish.

She shifts back to admire her handiwork for a moment. Your pretty thighs are marked up with her lipstick, and she can't help but smirk at the sight. It's not long before her head dips down again, black hair cascading around her as she dives back into your pussy.

Her tongue flicks against your clit eagerly, teasing the swollen bud. You can't help but moan, your hips bucking up into her face. She draws back slightly with a chuckle, pushing your hips back down onto the table.

“Don't be so impatient, baby.” She tuts, kissing her way up your thigh again. “I'll give you what you need.”

She holds you down on the table now, her tongue dipping between your wet folds. She laps up your juices, tongue pushing in and out of your tight hole before she slides it up, flicking the wet muscle against your clit once more.

She flattens her tongue against it before she wraps her lips around the sensitive bud and sucks it into her mouth. You feel her hand sliding up your thigh, two fingers teasingly circling your dripping hole before pushing in. She curls them once they're sheathed inside, finding your sweet spot with ease. You feel her grin against your pussy as you whimper and arch your back, knowing she's got you.

She continues to massage your spongy walls with the tips of her fingers, thrusting them in and out as she suckles greedily on your clit. The more you moan, the more you encourage her. It's not long before you're mewling her name, rocking your hips between her face and her fingers.

“O-oh… Ada! I'm gonna… fuck-” You manage to whine, back arching as you cum all over her face. She keeps going until you're twitching with oversensitivity, pulling her fingers out of you and sucking them clean.

“There we go. Forget about that loser.” She says with a grin, wiping your juices off of her chin with the back of her hand. She looks down at the pinkish red marks, letting out a sigh of mock-exasperation. 

“Baby. You messed up my lipstick.”

[finniestoncrane]

do you think you could write something where the reader is taking a shower and captain boomerang steals their panties and jerks off in them and the reader catches him and thinks its hot?

Violations

General!Boomer x GN!Reader, word count: 1k hello yes please are you kidding me this is literally? a dream come true for me lmao i want him to gross up my everything ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: privacy invasion, panty theft, cum, voyeurism, he pisses but not in a kinky way to anyone but me lmaooo

With Digger, there was a complete disregard for your personal space that you found foul, annoying, and, annoyingly so, deeply romantic. It was like he had a need to be near you, constantly at your heels, arms always around you, hands forever touching and grabbing and groping. It could be endearing, sometimes. You wondered how much of it was loneliness, the kind that he would deem too emotional and vulnerable to bother discussing. Most of it, though, you assumed was down to his incessant need for anything physical. And still, some of it, was likely down to how much he liked you, how much he enjoyed your presence and company, and though he wouldn't admit it, how much he might even love you.

Even so, there were plenty of times when a bit of privacy really would have been preferable, in fact, expected. For example, when you were taking a shower, and the last thing you wanted to hear was George Harkness, sighing in relief as a strong, steady stream of piss splashing into the toilet.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"George!"

"Yeah, babe! Just me!"

You tutted to yourself, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it over the sound of the shower running. Standing at the toilet, admiring himself in the mirror, Digger shook off his cock and pulled up his grey sweatpants before making his way to the shower.

"I know it's you, idiot! Why are you in here?"

He pulled back the shower curtain quickly, taking a long look at you, his piercing green eyes taking you in from top to bottom and back again before he spoke.

"I had to piss. Problem with that?"

As he let his lascivious gaze fall back over your body, you looked to the hand that held the curtain.

"Can you really not be without me for more than ten minutes?"

He grinned wide, eyes glinting as he silently adored you, not quite willing to admit how much he enjoyed just having you nearby.

"And did you even wash your hands?"

George let go of the shower curtain, holding it aside with his shoulder as he brought his hands to his face and sniffed them. He grimaced a little, then shrugged with a nonchalant pout.

"It'll be fine!"

Something seemed to catch his attention as he brushed you off, and before you knew it he was retreating behind the curtain and rushing out of the room.

"Take your time, babe! I'll be fine without you for a bit longer. Have a luxurious wash, I'll dirty you up again once you're done."

You couldn't see him, but you could almost feel his wink as the bathroom door closed. Your thoughts quickly returned to the shower, only briefly wondering what he could be up to before realising that pondering over the many and varied options opened you up to the opposite of relaxation. And back in the bedroom, Digger was definitely getting up to something he thought you might disapprove of.

From the floor of the bathroom, he'd snatched up a pair of your panties from the pile of dirty clothes you'd shed before starting to wash. He brought them to his large, crooked nose, burying his face in them as he inhaled deeply, allowing himself to fall back onto the mattress with them still held to his face by his palms.

Lifting his shirt up, he ran his fingers through the thick body hair that covered his chest and stomach, allowing his fingers to graze softly over his stiff nipples, only stopping when he realised his mischievous giggle might be overheard by you in the shower even over the running water.

Shifting down the front of his sweatpants, Digger let his cock bounce free, clenching and tensing his muscles to watch it twitch, hissing at his arousal at his own erection. With the front of the underwear against the flat of his palm, he gripped his length and began stroking. The soft fabric felt pleasant against his shaft, making him shiver as it skimmed over his sensitive, flushed head.

He teased himself, closer to the edge as he delighted in this slightly filthy act. Stealing your underwear. Using it to get himself off. Maybe he wouldn't just toss them in the laundry when he was done. Maybe he could put them back in the pile on the floor, let you discover what he'd left in them on your own. Or maybe he could hold them up as you entered the bedroom. Watch you slip them on, wearing just them on your otherwise naked body, dripping, hot, his cum sticky, slightly cool against your freshly clean lips as you pulled the underwer up against you.

The thought of your body, tainted by him, watching you squirm as you got used to the feeling of his slick against yours, got him to the edge, muttering and moaning as he felt himself reaching the climax.

"Fuck yeah... dirty... little cunt... you like that... fuck..."

"George!"

Eyes wide he looked up to you, before they closed involuntarily as he felt his body tense, his cock erupting as hot, white ropes of his cum spilled onto his hand and his abdomen. When he'd finally finished, gasping or air, a lopsided, but self-satisfied grin spreading across his lips, he looked back over at you.

"You good, babe?"

Taking in the view, you noted your underwear, still in his hand, his fingers curled around them, digits and fabric coated in his seed. Your stomach flipped, hard to define whether it was excitement and arousal or disgust at yourself for what you were about to say.

"Toss those over, I need something to wear."

Throwing his head back into the pillow, he let out a deep chuckle and threw the underwear towards you. You could feel the damp in your hand, smell his scent as you brought them closer to you. As clean as you were, you wanted to feel dirty, wanted to feel him on you, keep him with you all day. The perfect accessory.

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings iv

Bodhi Durran x fem!reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 6k 🫢

Warnings: swearing (ofc), drinking, angstttt, y/n lore, lmk if I missed anything, not proofread at the end lmaooo

A/n: the long awaited part 4!! Hope y’all aren’t disappointed, trying not to think so hardly on this part bc I scrapped and rewrote this so many times 😅

You're unsure of when it started during the night, but as you sat at the booth with Violet, Rihannon, and Nadine; something stirred in your chest. You desperately tried to look interested in the conversation, trying to meet the eyes of Rihannon trying to focus on the way she animatedly told a story. Laugh when the women poked fun at Violet for something cheeky she’d bring up. Adding input to Nadine’s questions despite having to ask her to repeat herself without having your eyes dragging themselves to look at the other side of the bar.

Who was she?

She wore a dressed down pale blue healer uniform, her skin flawless free of relics and tattoos, glossy perfect red hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She radiated bubbliness from what you observed as she laughed at whatever Bodhi said or did a little dance when her friend sunk a billiard into a pocket. She always seemed to go right back to chatting with him. You couldn’t bear watching her cling to him, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away.

You were well aware you had no right to be sitting there, stomach churning with a bitterness of cold ire…but here you were doing just that.

Rihannon clicked her teeth, making you snap your attention back to the group. You didn’t even try to offer a coy look—this was the second time one of them caught you. You had tried the last two hours to hide your irritation, but it just kept beckoning to the surface. Slowly ticking away within you as if you were going to burst at the seams.

“Okay, what is going on between you two?” She laid her palms flat on the table.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took a sip of your drink, acting as nonchalant as you could.

She gave you an incredulous look. “The fact you shied away from him all first year, then the first night of break whatever that was.” She waved her hand. “The other day during breakfast, when Dain came to grab him for the leadership meeting, and it was clear as day he was practically undressing you with his eyes when we first arrived.” she rattled off.

“It’s like I’m watching a romance novel unfold in real time.” Nadine said dramatically, a hand moving to her forehead feigning fainting.

You cringed, “it’s-it’s definitely not like that.”

“Not like what?” Quinn interrupted walking up to your own group. Bodhi and Imogen still had been at the table.

The mystery girl touching his built bicep. He had discarded his jacket an hour ago, his rebellion mark on display underneath his tight short sleeve t-shirt. “Ohhh,” she followed your gaze to Bodhi. “Immy told me all about this.” She said in delight to your dismay, taking a seat next to Nadine.

You brought your attention over to the curly haired blond girl. “Does everyone know about this ‘something’ except the two people this ‘something’ is about?” You snapped.

Everyone seemed to have an exciting interest in the nonexistent relationship between you and your childhood best friend.

Quinn merely raised her hands defensively, Rihannon and Nadine awkwardly sipping their drinks looking at the table interested in the wood grain.

“We’re all in the same wing, same section, Y/n it’s hard to ignore the hot and cold between the two of you.” Violet had a softened look in her eyes, being the most sympathetic toward you.

You flushed realizing your outburst, not meaning to aim it at your new found friends. The gnawing bitter feeling was just eating at you, and you couldn’t stop it from being all consuming.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, a scowl on your lips, staring into the clear fizzy liquid in your glass. Despite the tension you created, you looked at the bubbly girl across from you. “Quinn, who is that girl?”

She had a hesitant look on her face, her brown eyes swirled with trepidation. “Ariante, a third year healer.” She offered a short response, seeming to know more than she let on.

You only nodded, turning back to the other side of the bar watching the billiards tables. Ariante, the beautiful young woman, was lining up to shoot the shot, and shot Bodhi a wink before shooting. A small snarl left your lip unknowingly at the sight, leaving all the group to cast worried glances your way.

You grimaced at your behavior, not entirely sure why you had visibly been so riled up at the sight. “I’m gonna get some water.” You stood up, and left the group without another word.

Ariante skimmed her dainty plain manicured hands over Bodhi’s biceps as she giggled over something he told the group he played with. Usually her advances didn’t bother him, last year he had given in to them as a distraction many times when Y/n avoided him like a disease. Tonight though, his chest hammered in annoyance—maybe not just with her in general, but everything tonight seemed to be so overstimulating.

The loud tavern, how he fought a flinch every time the que would knock against a billiard, the musty smell of alcohol and fried food permeating the space, and how fucking unbearably hot he was.

He knew it had nothing due to the summer weather, that the heat that festered deep within him was caused by something wholly different.

Usually he’d use churam to block Cuir out, but the effects of the few drinks he had made it harder to keep that mental shield up and his dragon’s emotions started to take over. Of course Cuir and Cleasaí chose tonight of all nights to fight.

He had spent a year being accustomed to this, but he worried about you.

You still had been clueless to everything, your dragon stubbornly kept you in the dark, which had frustrated both him and Cuir. You didn’t deserve any of that, and he couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt when he thought about it. He watched how tense you were at the booth, the girl’s giggling at what seemed like your expense; a scowl on your pretty lips at the interaction.

Another wave of heat filled and irritation rippled through him, and he screwed his eyes shut trying to ground himself. He had ripped his jacket off an hour ago, but to no avail aided any relief to his skin. It seemed it only made the pretty third year healer cling to him more. And the only aid that was brought, was to the disdain that rose with the proximity of her.

“Damn it Henrick!” Quinn stomped her foot frustratedly, making him open his eyes again. “I thought I was playing with an amateur?”

Sawyer had a broad grin as he nabbed the gold coins on the corner of the parallel table across from the one him and Imogen played at. “Beginners luck?” He shrugged casually.

The curly haired blond furrowed her eyebrows at the redhead. “Mhm, sure. Beginner’s luck my ass.”

Imogen cackled at her friend. “You’re the one that suggests putting coins down.”

Quinn mimicked Imogen, before a playful glare settled on her features. “Shove it Cardulo, I’m gonna go wallow in pity now if you need me.” She handed the cue to Sawyer before flouncing off to the rest of the group they came with.

Bodhi’s brown eyes not paying any mind to the feisty third year rider as she joined the booth, he instead had been focused on you again. Watching how your tongue darted in between your soft looking lips licking them, the same scowl still lingering on your face.

He had longed to get a feeling of what your lips felt like since he was barely an adult. Doing anything at this point to have a taste of you, knowing he shouldn’t have felt that way. You had always been just barely out of his reach, but he would have risked anything to have that moment as selfish as it sounded.

You were his best friend.

It was more than the idea of blurring the lines of your friendship that stopped him in the past; you were never meant to be anyone else’s, but who was chosen for you. Your parents had made you a lady of the Aretian aristocracy. The intent to secure a cushy life to make sure you would never have to experience war and hardship like they had—even if it wasn’t a love match. You were forced to take the decision they made for you with poise and grace. Exposed to the corrupt society of the aristocracy that lurked behind the violence since a preteen, never supposed to know war and violence like he had. But by the time the peak of the rebellion happened, and Execution Day arrived—it had been too late for the first hand you had been dealt with. Another decision instead handed to you from a choice that hadn’t been yours to ever make.

It was self indulgent thought, but the moment he knew you safely crossed the parapet—there was a hope that ignited in Bodhi’s chest he hadn’t felt in a long while. Despite the blatant act of avoidance on your part, he quietly watched your every move the first year.

Made sure Imogen spent extra time training with you so you’d be ready for your next challenge, telling her what she needed to critique you on from sparring lessons. Insisting Garrick to convince you to eat more than what you usually did so you could bulk muscle to help ease through the gauntlet. Pleading with Xaden to rearrange squads in the flame section so he could keep a better eye on you. Every action in efforts to aid you from the help of your mutual found family was a coercion from him; so he would know you’d have a shot at surviving this hellscape.

For only a measly chance of you to finally acknowledge him.

It had only been a coincidence (or was it? Cleasaí was known to be petty) you had bonded with Cuir’s other half. The mated dragons hadn’t talked since the end of his first year. The first half of being bonded to the notorious green filled with tumultuous arguments that he didn’t know what started from. They had only been recently mated in the last decade from what Cuir told him.

Bodhi swore he did more supply runs for churam than weapons by the end of the year before they went no contact, and just coexisted in the Vale with one another.

He would have preferred that over feeling the wavering aggression through the bond at this very moment.

“Handsome boy,” Ariante cooed, snapping her fingers to get his attention from across the table. Realizing he had zoned out again staring at you, Ridoc clapped him on the back.

“Yeah handsome boy...” he purred mockingly. Bodhi shrugged his hand off quite hastily. He was not in the mood for the second year’s comedic relief…and the overly inebriated physical touch of the counterpart.

Imogen sensed his discomfort by how tense he had looked, his posture usually more lax, or a boyish grin that had been replaced with a grimace. “Gamlyn, go get us some water.” She barked, face set to a hard grimace.

Ridoc with wide eyes in the fear of the short woman, saluted the group before walking off to the bar.

Bodhi reminded himself to thank her later once he was in a better mood. Instead he twisted his face into something that barely showed interest, not like it mattered, the healer was two shits to the wind at this point. Just caring his eyes were on her. Smiling brightly once he turned back to her, even if it was a stoic look he had on.

“I need you to watch as you lose this round.” She giggled, grabbing the cue from her friend’s hand.

The tawny skinned man watched disinterestedly as she made a show of setting her shot up. She swayed her hips to the table, making sure to press her chest down into the polished wood edges so her low cut tank top showed her cleavage as she lined up her shot. She made eye contact with him, offering a seductive wink, before clumsily shooting and completely missing the pocket. If he wasn’t so aggravated, he could have laughed at the scene.

It was Imogen’s turn now, and he subconsciously let his attention wander back to the booth again, noting you were now absent from the table.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but his heart skipped a beat in panic. He scanned the tavern looking for a glimpse of where you could have gone. He could spot you out of a crowd anywhere—from the way you wore your hair to the way you carried yourself.

His brown eyes searched the makeshift dance floor in between tables, the line for the bathroom, the exits of the tavern. The sense of relief when he finally found you should have eased his heart, instead it pounded louder and louder as his vision tunneled. Bodhi’s stomach churned with a burning green feeling, watching you sit at an empty side of the bar with Ridoc, smiling at him as the pair of you talked.

“So yeah, then Imogen told me to grab some water for them, and now I’m here doing that.” Ridoc rambled on about his night. Unbeknownst to him, you had spent the majority of the night meticulously eyeing the group from the booth. But you nodded along, idling swirling your finger along the lip of your cup, letting his word vomit become a white noise in your brain. “Imogen has a scary way of demanding things.”

A smirk had crept onto your face, replacing the frown you wore. Ridoc was always honest, but it was amusing to hear him drunkenly bare his soul at the bar over the silliest details. It had almost been enough to forget the prying animosity that filled your veins.

“Who are you telling? I have known her my whole life.” You reminded him rather distractedly.

Despite talking to him, your attention was still flicking towards the quieter side of the tavern—still invested in the man you’ve been stubbornly hiding your feelings from poorly and the pretty girl that clung to him. The game of billiards was dying down, only her friend and Imogen still playing one another.

Bodhi sat backwards in a chair off to the side, his chest pressed against the back, arms casually draped across the wooden top rail, and head hung low as he sipped from the bottle of ale he had been nursing. Ariante perched in a chair beside him, leaning over into his ear to talk. Her lips mere centimeters from him had your heart thumping so hard that you could hear it in your ears.

“Yeah, but you’re not like her or them in fact.” He shrugged.

That made you turn back to Ridoc, who didn’t realize you were only half heartedly invested in the conversation. Or if he did, he didn’t make it known.

“Like they’re all scary broody motherfuckers, and you're just you. Intimidating sure, but not all broody and aggressive.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “language please, they are my friends.”

He raised his full hands defensively, ignoring the fact he sloshed water all over him. “Sorry. You know what I mean though.”

You leaned your head to the side, a quizzical expression on your features. “Elaborate Gamlyn.”

You might have been aware of what he meant, just for the sake of your entertainment you didn’t mind hearing the inebriated man’s ramble of what he thought. It was the only thing that was keeping the pent up emotions beneath the surface.

“Well, you’re kind of lady-like?” He tested the word then nodding. “Yeah, lady like. Not that they don’t have manners—they have better manners than me, but you’re like a refined woman.” His eyes got big and arms were flailing as he animatedly spoke, water sloshing on him.

“Would you be surprised if I said I had been a lady?” You interrupted his spiel.

“No shit, like tea and biscuits, go for a promenade around the garden kind of lady?” He slurred in disbelief with an attempt of an accent.

The way he had said it made it hard to stifle your laugh. “Dowry to my name and all.” You mocked using a posh accent as well.

He made a strangled noise, as he puffed his cheeks out to prevent laughing. “Shit that was the worst accent I’ve ever heard.”

You tilted your back, laughing loudly as he snorted, unable to contain himself. “Thanks for your honesty, yours was just as awful.” You tried to compose yourself.

“I’m not the one that comes from the Aretian aristocracy though.” He said through a fit of giggles. You scoffed, shoving him slightly, giggling more when you had to grab his arm to keep him from stumbling over.

Once the laughter died down, Ridoc had started to talk your ear off again, but of course your focus went elsewhere. Your breath caught in your throat, the amusement on your face slipping.

Bodhi was shamelessly staring at you when you looked over this time. His eyes dark, and stone faced watching the side you resided on. He tilted his head back, draining the remainder of his drink. You couldn’t help to watch the expanse of his throat as he drank the rest of his drink, watching how his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he did so.

You gulped quietly, suddenly imagining how it would be to nip at the column of his thick neck. If he would squirm under your touch or make any soft noises if you kissed up his jaw…you were just torturing yourself at this point.

He the. swung his leg over his seat, muttering something to the pretty redhead, not waiting for a response as he made his way towards you.

Shit.

You panicked drifting back to the drunk man in front of you.

“So did you have—like—a betrothed before this?” Ridoc asked, rubbing the back of his neck, still oblivious you hadn’t been listening. “Is that why we’ve never seen you hook up with someone?!” He gasped as if he solved the biggest mystery, connecting non existent dots.

You could throttle him, trying not to watch the towering figure approach you.

“No, no, no!” You covered your face in your hands, cheeks flushing. “It never got that far, well there were a few arrangements that never went through.”

“Damn, your parents were slacking.” He scoffed jokingly.

“Ridoc,” you glared at him. Any amusement or relief from Ridoc now gone, hitting a nerve within you. The thought of your late parents always causing an ache in your chest and a knot in your stomach.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” Bodhi finished for you, coming up right behind him. He jumped, obviously startled by the new presence, and that it was Bodhi nonetheless. But he quickly recovered, turning to the taller man.

“You always jump right in at the most convenient times, handsome boy?” He questioned in a teasing tone. Handsome boy?

Bodhi glowered, stepping closer to your squad mate. “Call me that again—”

“Bo!” A high pitched shrill voice cut him off. It resembled nails on a chalkboard causing you to wince. Ariante appeared from behind Bodhi, a bright bubbly smile as she stumbled around him, grabbing his arm for support. “You didn’t wait for me.” She pouted playfully.

You had to fight the noise of disgust that wanted to escape your lips, but your facial expression gladly showed what you couldn’t verbally. The rational side of you knew you shouldn’t be reacting this way to a girl you’ve never met. You were past the point of rational though.

She then acknowledged you, her eyes a bright teal that sparkled sticking out her manicured hand. “I’m Ariante.”

You subtly glanced at your hands that were unkempt, nails nearly to the nubs with hangnails.

Gods, she really was everything you weren’t even down to the fingers.

You politely stuck your hand out, limply clasping hers. You hoped she wouldn’t feel your calloused fingers or notice how unladylike your hands were compared to hers as you introduced yourself.

“You know Bo?” She mused. Her hold still on him, despite her being perfectly stable. And the way his nickname came out of her mouth, you think you could regurgitate everything you’ve consumed today.

You offered a strained smile. “We grew up together actually.”

“How sweet!” She practically squealed. “I think it’s great how close knit all of you are!”

The tone deaf statement snipped the final straw of your patience and self control. No, you couldn’t let the feelings lay idly underneath any longer.

“I would say we all are,” you nodded. “I guess that’s what happens when all your parents are murdered in front of you.” You said it as if it was the most casual thing to leave your lips. The smile she wore faltered, and you could see Ridoc shove his hands in his pockets, whistling.

“Y/n…” Bodhi warned.

It could be treason speaking so freely of this, you hadn’t cared at the moment.

“What?” You said innocently, brushing off the warning look you know so well. She had started to sputter an apology, but you cut her off. “But how does such a sweet thing like you know Bodhi?” You asked, a smile growing sinisterly.

In your peripheral vision, you see Bodhi’s face pale.

“We’re acquainted.” He quickly answered, getting out of her grip as he reached over and grabbed the water out of Ridoc hands that were nearly empty from him constantly spilling. He gulped the water like a fish needing water, clearly uncomfortable.

“Very acquainted.” She fluttered her lashes towards him, tone suggestive. Brushing off your awkward interaction.

You made a noise of understanding. Everything you thought was confirmed by two words. Your thoughts lingering and spiraling. The idea of Bodhi intertwined with someone else was nauseating…even infuriating. Everything had drowned out by your heartbeat in your ears, Ridocs words were now inaudible, but assuming he was making a joke. Ariante shrilled giggles didn’t even affect you.

Why were you so mad? You had no right, you’ve been so awful to him the last couple of years—there was never a chance for you. Every interaction you two have had was just rekindling your friendship the past week not meaning anything more. Every poke and prod from your group of friends was something they misinterpreted between the two of you. You knew you shouldn’t have thought too hard on their words and jests, but deep down you only felt crushed of the hope there could have been.

Crack. You looked down at your glass that had been in your hand, the glass in between your knuckles nearly crushed.

The group flitted to you and the cup, even some of the surrounding patrons looked towards you warily.

“Are you alright?” Bodhi was the first to speak up.

“Just absolutely peachy.” You murmured, sliding the object towards the other side of the bar.

“Wow, all you riders are so strong.” Ariante laughed nervously. If this could have been any worse, you weren’t sure if you wanted to punch something or cry now.

“Excuse me,” fighting the lump in your throat. Standing up quickly walking towards the nearest exit without a word.

You walked outside, not quite being able to comprehend what just happened in the matter of seconds. Clenching and unclenching your fists, your chest heaving as everything felt as if it was closing in, pacing on the cobblestone outside the tavern. The smell of incoming rain permeating the humid air that blanketed over the quaint town. Usually a smell that eased your mind, was an overbearing semblance to the internal storm inside you.

“Y/n!” Bodhi called out your name, walking out the door you walked out of moments prior. The bass in his voice stoked the fire that formed in the pit of your stomach, ready to burn you from the inside out. Turning on your heel you faced the 6’3 man, brows already furrowed in glaring daggers towards him, chest still heaving erratically unable to control your breaths.

“You need to breathe.” He didn’t let your behavior deter him. His tone smooth and even, several feet away, not meeting your gaze like if he did he would combust into flames from your glare.

You scoffed, “shouldn’t you be inside with Ariante?” Her name dripped off your tongue with venom.

He opened and closed his full lips, setting his hands on his hips; absolutely dumbfounded. “Y/n…” he said through staggered breath. “I came here with you tonight.” He took a few steps towards you cautiously. “I came up to talk to you at the bar, trying to leave her with her friend.” His focus seemed to be on the wall behind you, and not your own eyes as he still walked towards you. “I followed you out here, leaving her in there.” His words slow, as he stepped right in front of you. “Does it look like I give a fuck about her?” He didn’t let you answer.

“Has everything this past year made it look like I give fuck about anyone else, but you?”

Despite the tug in your heart you felt at his words, pulling you out of your blind rage and jealousy for a split second—it was frustrating how he refused to look you in the eyes.

“You were letting her hang all over you tonight, how can I believe that?!” You held your chest with one arm, the other outstretched to the door.

He gave an aggravated shout, lunging and grabbing your arms. You stiffened at his touch, his hands were just as hot as you felt. He seemed to notice as well, flinching at the realization, but his hold stayed secure on you. He leaned down, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“If you watched my every move, you would have noticed I wasn’t interested in her. I was only watching you the whole night.” That Gods forsaken deadly calm tone sent a shiver down your spine despite the heat you felt. “Now lift your arms up.” He ordered, the sentence barely above a whisper.

His usual honeyed brown eyes finally locked with yours, dangerously darkened. A silent gasp leaving your mouth agape, unable to pull away from his dark orbs submitting to his quiet demand, your arms rising up slowly.

His rough calloused skin brushing your arms ignited a solely different fire within you as he slid the sweater off your frame. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” He muttered, throwing the sweater on the cobblestone leaving you in the corseted tank top you had on underneath. Lightning flashed in the skyline, thunder following a moment later, and rain started to pour from the clouds moments later. The droplets are warm from the summertime, but still cooler than both your skin, creating a steam that ghosts around the both of you.

“So are you,” you said breathlessly. “Do you have any idea why?” You two were so close your chests brushed together, every time one of you breathed. You anticipated what he would say next, but Bodhi kept quiet, tugging on his lip, seeming to be fighting a battle with himself. He turned away from you, rubbing a hand over his face, looking up at the rain stricken sky.

“You do know don’t you?” You rasped.

“I just want to preface I wanted to tell you—”

‘Don’t. You. Dare. Tawny. One.’ Cleasaí dangerously seethed through your head.

It had been silent on the other side of the bond all night, you tugged the invisible string to her countless times, but no answer. Now she wanted her presence known? Known to someone that couldn’t hear her nonetheless.

‘She deserves to know what you’ve been hiding.’ Bodhi glowered. You were still watching him, and he hadn’t opened his mouth…and he heard your dragon?

A new deep sophisticated tone entered your mind, ‘Cleasaí the inevitable is going to happen—‘ Cuir?

‘That I’ll find out?’ You stood in that mental art studio you were taught to use as your source for grounding. The door wide open letting in the thoughts and voices that freely flew through your mental guards. That one invisible string that led to the door seemed to have an added two now.

“Shit,” Bodhi hissed.

“How long?” You gritted your teeth, focusing on the man in front of you. He stayed quiet. “How long did you know?” You repeated louder.

He looked at the ground, “since my threshing.”

You tensed, how come he knew, but you had been clueless this whole time?

‘It’s not ideal to have one rider running from the other while their supposed mated dragons aren’t even on speaking terms.’ Cuir explained.

You fought the tears that lined your eyes, ‘he gets to know, while I’m left in the dark?!’

‘That was for Cleasaí to tell you, my rider had no choice to listen to us dragonkind.’ Cuir explained with a steeliness.

‘And I told her I would tell her in due time.’ Cleasaí chuffed in the corners of your mind.

It felt crowded in your brain, two additional voices, on top of your grappling emotions. You inhaled deeply, blinking tears away furiously.

“Y/n,” Bodhi came towards you. “I wanted to tell you.”

“When was I going to be told?” You snapped. “When you graduate?!” A couple tears now silently slip down your cheeks.

You didn’t know where to point the frustration at. Cleasaí should have told you it was her responsibility, but if Bodhi wanted to talk to you so badly that would have been the topic to start with.

“Our luck would be they would stick you in Samara like Xaden!” You shouted.

“When was I supposed to tell you? When you were running the other direction?! Or would you have preferred a note during Battle Brief only for you to go into a volatile meltdown?” He argued.

You laughed harshly, “I would have not—”

“Oh yes you would have.” Bodhi rolled his eyes. “That’s why Xaden warned me not to.”

Your eyes widened, “Xaden knew?”

‘Why wouldn’t the Wingleader know?’ Cleasaí snorted humorlessly.

‘I don’t want to hear it from you.’ You growled shutting the mental shield up from her and hopefully Cuir. You didn’t know how this all worked.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “He’s known since before you even crossed the parapet.”

“Does anyone else know?” You crossed your arms.

“Assumedly Violet, but no one else.”

Your eyes narrowed, she seemed to know everything didn’t she?

You grew quiet, mulling over everything as the rain was the only sound that filled the streets. You felt betrayed, not only by the creature that put their faith into you and vice versa, but by the man you had grown to love. Was that why you had felt like your irritation was an out of body experience earlier?

“Why do you think I have a churam dependency?” Bodhi bit the corner of his thumb, looking at you.

“Can you get out of my mind?” You frowned, picking the soggy sweater up off the cobblestone. You sniffled, wiping your face, before proceeding to walk towards Basgiath, wanting to get out of the vicinity of him. To think you could have died without even knowing… what would have happened to the dragons—yet worse—him? You didn’t even want to ponder over the details that entailed that yet.

“Trust me I’m not trying, but your thoughts are so fucking loud.” He muttered, following you.

“Then can you not follow me?” You turned, walking backwards wiping wet hair out of your face. The sting in your eyes is almost blinding from fighting the glaze of tears.

“It’s not safe to walk by yourself this time at night.” He said as if it was obvious.

“I’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure as you slipped the dagger out of your top, you tucked between your breasts when getting ready.

“You’ve been drinking, Y/n. That’s not going to do shit.” He tried to catch up to you, but you were a step ahead, even walking backwards.

“I feel stone cold sober at this moment.” You half lied, quickly turning back around, putting the dagger back where you kept it. You didn’t want him to see how your lip trembled, and you were ready to break. That was the last thing you needed was to have a ‘volatile meltdown’ in front of him. Though that’s what this whole night felt like, a tantrum of a fever dream.

You two came to a fork in the path that led to Basgiath from Chantara. You may have forgotten which path you took earlier in the night. So you hoped as you veered left, you would be going the right way, anything to just get away.

But his hand caught your arm, pulling you around to face him.

“I just got you back, I’m not letting you just be barely out of my reach again.” He seethed, his grip firm, but gentle. His touch was still blistering against your own skin.

“I’m not doing it, Y/n. I’ve already spent years running for you when you just kept running backwards for whatever reason!”

The tears had silently begun to fall again down your cheeks, this time unable to stop. “Do you want the reason, Bodhi?” You could feel yourself start to shake as the words left your mouth. “Because I love you!” You finally admitted, the confession a hushed whisper.

You watched with tears flowing freely as he staggered back a couple steps at what you said. He remained quiet as you continued. “I was never meant to love someone freely. And everyone I loved left—”

Your declaration is cut off by his lips smashing to yours. A primal fiery heat as your lips connected, his hands cupping your jaw, your lips melted with his realizing he was kissing you. The taste of the saltiness from your tears mixed with the essence of alcohol on both your lips was dizzying.

This was everything you could have imagined and more since you were a young woman. Everything you wanted the past five years. You felt his thumbs brush underneath your chin as you relished the feeling as you continued to kiss him with a fervor you never experienced. Your hands sliding up his chest around the back of his neck, gripping on his wet dark curls you’ve always admired. A soft sigh left his lips, and it was a noise you could listen to forever, but of course your thoughts spiraled.

A much more important secret was withheld from you, not only by him, but Cleasaí. A petty love confession that you withheld as a way to protect yourself and what you thought would protect him, when the secret of bonded dragons affected four beings outweighed it all. Whether it was his choice or not.

You pulled away abruptly. “I-I can’t.” You said, feeling your own heart break.

“What do you mean you can’t?” He sputtered, confused.

“Me professing my love doesn’t change any of the circumstances.” You shook your head, letting go of him reluctantly. “If anything it only adds to the risk of this whole situation.”

You needed to think about everything thoroughly, and away from him. If not, you might not think straight. You had to go.

“Y/n,” Bodhi pleaded desperately. He watched you turn and make your way back to the war college. You ignored him, even when your bones itched to turn and run back into his arms. “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?!” He shouted, standing where you left him.

Your steps faltered, and that break you felt in your chest worsened. You turned, with a strained smile on your face through your tears.

“They do, more than you could ever realize.”

Y/n is definitely Violet coded I’m sorry 😅 and the y/n lore will thicken in part 5 hehe

Thank you sm for the comments and support, it means a lot to have people that actually enjoy what I put out and try to have patience for my posting inconsistency!! I love talking with you all about it and hearing your conspiracies through out the whole series. I think there will be 2-3 more part before I finish and move on to my next ventures, but as always like, reblogs, and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[hatsukeii]

Terushima and his stupid tongue piercing. He likes to act all nonchalant and cool with it, like he wasn’t about to shit his pants at the piercer’s when he saw the needle lining up with the little mark his piercer made on his tongue. When he realised that just the toothpick making the dot already felt…odd, it was already too late to turn back.

“Can’t believe you’re actually doing this.“

Terushima glared at you, then hunched in resignation. He knew it deep inside, he was a total bitch when it came to pain.

“If you need to, you can hold my hand until it’s done. Makes it easier.”

He took the offer with grace, hand shooting out to grab yours. The needle inched closer to his tongue, and his piercer began to say the dreadful words.

“Now, breathe in through your nose.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand gripping yours so hard his knuckles began going white.

“Ow, too tight! It hasn’t even gone through yet, chill out!”

And then his mind drifted to you, who laughed and told him he definitely could not handle it, even if he wanted the tongue piercing, so bad. You, who watched him almost piss himself getting his ears pierced half a year ago. You, who were sure that he would probably piss himself for real if it was a needle going through any other part of his body. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he told you in the first place, it wasn’t like you two were any closer than casual acquaintances anyways. All he wanted was aftercare advice, seeing that you had piercings plastered all over your ears, and a couple more on your face. He did NOT ask to be underestimated, and he definitely did NOT ask for you to be with him during this piercing session. Well, game on, bitch.

He inhaled, deep, and let his breath out all at once. This was it, this was his big “fuck you,” because he could handle it, and he would show you. As the needle stabbed through his tongue, possibly the worst pain of his life hit him right in the face, worse than getting spikes hurled at his head, or missing a dive and getting second degree carpet burn. So much worse. His mind went blank as his eyes finally peeled open, before all the blood in his body drained.

His final vision was of you, laughing your ass off, and his piercer, visibly concerned, before a million needles jabbed into body, and he lost consciousness, barely feeling your hands attempting to hold him up and slap him awake as he lolled sideways into the chair.

Nevermind, game so not on, bitch.

(Every time you overhear or see Terushima hit on a girl by showing off his tongue piercing, you walk up just to make fun of him passing out in front of you and his piercer. He swears you hate him, and want him to be alone forever. You just don’t want him hitting on other people.)

author’s note:

super short and super dumb but i refuse to believe terushima was nonchalant through his tongue piercing session because LOOK AT HIM BRO like people make him out to be so hot and sexy and cool and i disagree yes the tongue piercing is hot but he was NEVER that cool he definitely had a hard time getting it LMAOOO

anyways this isn’t really like any sort of romance tbh apart from the little bonus line i added at the end it’s just a dumb scenario i thought of at the train station yesterday but i fully stand by it ngl

tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @fiannee @bailey-reeds

ok see u soon with an actual fic love u guys bye bye

[prettyboykatsuki]

what do uou mean sae is easy to get into a relationship but hard to make him stay.. that literally gave me the ick what the fuck man

JDKSHFKJ NO NO HE WILL STAY BUT U WONT WANT TOO RLLY

its easy to confess and date sae he just agrees on a whim and he finds u pleasant but tbh he's kind of a shit boyfriend at first LMAOOO. and it's not that he can't be a good one but he just??? does not put the necesary effort in at the start. he treats the relationship TOO lightly. he never breaks up w u tho and he's not even like ???? IT'S NOT THAT HE'S NEGLECTFUL. u just dont think he like really cares

to me u like break up and make-up w sae quite a few times bc he just sucks. he realizes too late that he actually is really in love with you and u kind of have to make him grovel and pine and suffer so he gets his shit together and expresses himself better. he's weirdly stoic?? like u think rin is the stoic one but that man is SENSITIVE LMAOO his nonchalance is fake

sae is acc nonchalant tho so even though he's not the worst bf ever u just get a very mixed signal from him. dating him when he's being decent is easy but he just. sucks sometimes. doesn't text enough, postpones dates, doesn't do well w boundaries and doesn't listen well.

but then he has moments where he is extremely thoughtful and romantic and kind and you just wonder like bitch why r u not like this all the time. and that's a damn good question!!!!!!!

he gets there i promise bc once it hits you're the one he is does a total 180 but he just like. idk. takes for granted your genuine love for him. he's always had rlly shallow relatiomships before u so he assumes you'll be the same and doesn't realize how untrue that is. u just genuinely like him as a person - not as a famous soccer player. he has had hard times w that before.

BUT HE IS AN AMAZING BF ONCE U MAKE IT TO THE OTHER SIDE LMAOOO

[ubike-official]

first time trespassing dude double texts me and its to ask me to olay dnd ... lmaooooo sorry man, ive got a halloween party to go to

[the-saltiest-saltine]

Could you write a Chrollo x kidnapped Reader where he just gentle noncons her after being held captive for months . She just really doesn’t warm up to him as he imagined it to considering she is shy and insecure👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you and I really love your work❤️

I’ll be 100% honest I was not expecting that as my first request lmaooo

I think I went a lil off topic sorry 😭 +  implications are my specialty

Anyways, thanks for the support! Hope you like it <333

Warnings: non/dub-con (implied), yandere

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There’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You know that.

Well, in the physical sense, at least. Since your first morning waking up in his presence, you’ve been verbally assured of Chrollo’s lack of desire to hurt you. You can’t say that he’s completely lied about that.

Chrollo has never hit you. He’s never pushed you, never slapped you, never grabbed you by the wrist, even when you tried to run away from him.

You’ve only ever attempted that once, many months ago. You’d seen your opportunity and taken it, smart enough to know that the bustling crowds in the heart of York New City are useful tools of both obstruction and disguise.

You weren’t smart enough, however, to understand who you were dealing with.

You’d ditched your iced tea at him - a move that surprised both of you, considering your nature - knocking over the outdoor café chair as you sprinted away into the busy streets. Your limbs moved on impulse, motions imprecise as you expected him to appear in front of you, ruining your chances of freedom before you even had a chance to get your hopes up.

Instead, Chrollo chose to calmly follow you through the city streets with his hands in his pockets. You’d taken a gambling glance over your shoulder once you’d thought you’d created enough distance between predator and prey.

To your horror, he was only about twenty metres away, his fur-lined coat unmissable. His nonchalant attitude was unnerving, to say the least. He was just being an ass, right? That was the reason for his unfazed demeanour.

Narrowly missing an opportunity to stumble over your own feet, you continued your escape.

You took another glance.

Phew. He wasn’t catching up, still the same distance.

You put even more power into your legs, running faster than you’d ever run before. Another glance. Still the same distance. So he’s not catching up, what a relief.

Wait. He wasn’t falling behind, either.

No matter how fast or slow you ran, he was always behind you.

Unlike Chrollo, your endurance had a limit, eventually slowing yourself to a stop by an ice-cream parlour, panting and sweating and wheezing. You neither had the energy nor the gall to fight back as his arms snaked around you, sealing your fate.

He didn’t hurt you. But he hasn’t taken you outside for months, save for your last move into your current residence, a suburban house on the outskirts of Yorbia.

Perhaps he should’ve revelled in your touch more when he collected you. Since then, your anxieties have evidently only increased, shying away from all his touches, no matter how gentle, no matter how necessary. You won’t let him hold your hands, nails bumpy and bitten, or put an arm around your waist, shoving it away as he attempts to squeeze the soft flesh there.

His kisses don’t hurt you. His lips are delicate and his movements are gentle, a stark contrast to the man you know he truly is. Every time he tries, however, you move back on impulse. You can’t help it.

You’re nervous. It’s something he has to consider. If you were outspoken and sassy, he could just gag you. Forcing someone else to speak is leagues more difficult than simply cutting out their tongue. Frustration burns inside of him - you’re obedient in every sense, except for this single obstacle. He wants to touch you without having you back away, frightened out of your mind.

It’s unfortunate it has to come to this, it really is. But alas, you’ve both learnt that you can’t get what you want all the time. 

He stands up, taking precise steps towards you. There’s terror in your eyes as he towers over you, shrivelling yourself up on the sofa. You don’t know what he’s going to do to you, but you know it’ll be horrid. Maybe he’ll kill a family member in front of you for your rejection, or threaten you with his Ben’s Knife, or maybe he’ll even slap you.

Chrollo does not do any of those things.

Instead, he crouches in front of you, caressing your cheek with his hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, trying to relax into his gesture, but your heart beats out of control.

He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unreciprocated, before pulling away. It’s not enough. It never was.

You squeak as he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your shared bedroom, placing you down on the bed eagerly. He’s never been this rough with you, but there’s a first time for everything.

He peppers more kisses over your face, whilst you lie there, frozen in horror. As his kisses trail downwards, along your jaw, you manage to muster a few words out.

“Chrollo, please, st-”

“Just relax,” he coos, voice threatening to waver with anticipation.

You’re whimpering like a beaten dog, pathetic little thing you are.

Your eyes squeeze shut again, tears rolling. “I-I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, darling,” he coos as he plants delicate kisses up the length of your neck, the soft sensation of his lips adding to the conflict in your chest and mind.

Your words get clogged behind the lump of horror and fear that forms in your throat. Furiously shaking your head, a frantic last resort, you feel your jaw get caught in the web of his splayed fingers. Your eyes open as you feel his warm breath envelop your ear.

“You know what I promised you,” he purrs, “and I intend to keep it. I swear to you, doll, I won’t hurt you.”