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x : LUST FOR LIFE *+ïŸ
in which: sunday discovers a new emotion when he's under you.
warnings: 1.5k words, sunday is B(h)ORNY and doesn't know how to deal with it, he wants reader so bad, lowkey implied switch!sunday, gn!reader being sunday's freak awakening, NO SMUT BUT UNDER 16 DNI, not edited
a/n: five likes and i'll write nsfw for sunday
What good is a leader who canât empathise with the lives of the people he was supposed to be leading?
This thought has plagued Sunday ever since he exiled himself from Penacony, since he joined the Astral Express in a journey of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the Nameless lifestyle so he can broaden the horizons that Penacony had restricted. There, he was so detached from the reality of the people he was trying to help, so trapped in a whirlwind of his own ideals to experience humanity, too buried in official duties to rejoice in the many wonders of the universe, the simple pleasures and the grandiose ones.
Since boarding, the former head of the Oak Family has experienced humiliation, desperation, and many close calls with death. It seems he underestimated how easily trouble found the Trailblazers, and the diary he carries with him has been updated with multiple entries, filled with exasperated recounts that ended with him being grateful that he is still well and unscathed.
Sunday has also experienced laughter, connection, and the bond of humankind- something he did not have before. When he controlled the Oak Family, had everyone under or at his fingertips, the only person he could depend on was himself. When Robin left to travel the cosmos, what was he to do than learn the bitter truth of independence and self-sufficiency?Â
Yet, he sits on the couches of the Astral Express and there is bound to be another by him, trying to converse with him like an old friend. He is mentioned in the conversations like an individual who they keep around because they want to, not because he is crafty, not because of what he can offer. No, he canât offer anything right now, and the crew still wants him to stay.
He learns more about humanity with each passing day.
However, perhaps one of the more puzzling feelings Sunday has had to confront was⊠infatuation.Â
Itâs a tricky feeling. It sends his heart into overdrive and his limbs to become jelly, and at the epicentre of this hurricane of uncharted territory, is you.Â
âSunday?â Your voice comes through muffled from the other side of the door. He almost jumps off his mattress at the sound.Â
âDoor is open,â he responds as calmly as possible, heart thrumming alive at the sound of your voice, beating in time with the rapid succession of your knocks.Â
The door slides open slowly to reveal you on the other side. âPom Pom just wanted to let everyone know that we will be jumping soon.âÂ
âI see, thank you for letting me know.â
âNo problem,â your gaze then flickers to the angels that flock around him and he watches as your eyes gleam with fascination.
Then, without any hesitation or reluctance, you enter his room and approach him, the door sliding closed without your weight to hold it open. You stop before him without a bow, without a formal greeting of âMr. Sundayâ- no, you stop before him like an equal, which you most certainly are. In fact, he would even think of himself below you, but Sunday needs to unlearn this assumption of hierarchy, needs to not let it define the relationships he forms, even if he looks up to you and finds you reverent.Â
âHey, Iâve never seen these little guys before!â You exclaim, sticking out a hand to act like a perch for the angel-like summons. One of them flits up to you and stays on your outstretched finger. âWell, not this close, at least.â
It keens at your praise. Like owner like summon, Sunday supposes.
âI donât tend to bring them out. They are for combat purposes,â he explains.Â
Your eyes widen slightly. âAre you trying to pick a fight with me right now?âÂ
âWhat? No! Thatâs not it-â
â-Iâm kidding, Sunday,â you snicker. âWeâre friends, I wouldnât want to fight you.â
âRight,â he exhales, âI wouldnât want to fight you either.â
âBesides, we already did once.â
He freezes at the memory, remembers when he got hit with the exact train he is currently boarding.Â
You, however, are unphased by the recollection, and even continue to rub salt in the wound. âI remember fighting against these little summons too, your owner was a real meanie, do you guys know that?âÂ
They flock around you, spinning and fluttering like little fireflies. Instinctively, Sunday covers his flustered expression with his wings, and he doesnât budge, even when he hears your laugh, the sound almost enough for him to melt into a puddle by your feet.
âHey, hey, I was kidding, sorry if I took the joke too far.âÂ
He uncovers himself with an embarrassed sigh, not meeting your eyes. âItâs okay, I think the memory is just⊠humiliating, more than anything.â
âThere are no more hard feelings. Everyone has accepted you on board and none of us think of you to be the same person you were when we first met, I promise.â
Your words are completely earnest, Sunday knows it, can feel it in the way you tell him so unabashedly. So who is he to deny it?
âThank you,â he says, finally looking up at you, âit means a lot to hear that.âÂ
âIâll say it as much as you need. Well, Iâll get out of your hair now, just prepare for the jump-â
Your sentence is interrupted by a shriek when you lose your footing, and Sunday feels it too, the force so strong that even he, while sitting, feels as if is being stretched and pulled into a miniscule hole. What he also feels is your body colliding on top of his, and his hands come to your waist to catch you in an attempt to prevent you from slipping, but itâs not enough and heâs falling with you onto the expanse of his made bed.
The Express is warping to some expanse of the universe, and his stomach drops at the sensation, spreading to the ends of his nerves before disappearing, just replaced by the extremely odd feeling of being pulled through the stars. He just hopes youâre comfortable, standing up whilst warping is tough, he heard the stories of when Stelle first tried to do it and how she fell flat on her face.Â
When the feeling of normality returns and Sunday doesnât feel like he has been stretched out, he opens his eyes and tries to take in the sight before him.
You. Your face. Centimetres away from his.
Heâs always thought you were pretty, but seeing you this close⊠perhaps just pretty is an understatement. His gaze unwillingly flicks to your lips and he wished he hadnât because suddenly the urge to sit up and lick into your mouth is raging; a fire that canât be contained.Â
Sunday wants you to push him down by the shoulders, with no gentleness or mercy, and just⊠devour him whole. His hands want to find you by the hips and pull you into him more than humanly possible, he wants you to indent yourself onto him so he can remember your taste forever, so that, in a way, you couldnât ever leave him.Â
Alternatively, he would happily flip around and pin you against the mattress. He would pry you open, explore the cavern of your mouth with his tongue and suck your sacred essence out of you so that it can stay and settle in his bones instead, replacing where marrow should be. He wants to lay you vulnerable so his hands can explore places only you want him to touch, wants to take you so that you stay forever, wants to feel your tongue against his, wants to hold your face and feel how you react when he takes his time cherishing you, revering you.Â
This feeling is too much, these thoughts are overpowering, yet nothing has ever been more clear. Sunday wants you, lusts for you, even, and heâs never felt so intensely for someone before.Â
How would the symphonies sound when they learn of the atrocities he wants to perform?Â
Temptation holds him close and infects him with a desire so strong, heâs practically frozen in place as you recover from the shock, holding yourself up with your arms that were on either side of his head.Â
âOw, Iâm sorry!â You immediately exclaim, before realising exactly what position you are in, your chests are pressed together, and youâre mortified to think about how close you were before you picked yourself off him, and- his⊠his hips⊠are pressed against yours- okay, you needed to leave as soon as possible.
You scramble off him like he had burnt you, frantically shouting apologies whilst doing so, the words clumsy and rushed, but neither of you can deny how you miss the warmth that was suddenly ripped away.Â
(If he wanted to, you could have stayed in that position with him.)
Then, before you could get anymore thoughts, you turn and practically bolt out of his room without another word, leaving a hot and bothered Sunday behind.
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#earthtooz: honkai star rail#sunday x reader#hsr x reader#sunday hsr x reader#sunday fluff#honkai star rail x reader
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Helloo, I absolutely love you writing! Your understanding of the twst charactersâ personalities is phenomenal đâ€ïž
May I request both Ace and Malleus crushing on reader simultaneously, and both are aware that the other likes reader (reader is oblivious hehe). Ace gets super insecure since he isnât powerful nor of royal status and believes thereâs no way he can compete against him, meanwhile Malleus gets super jealous since Ace has been friends with reader ever since and is the most close with him.
Ace x Reader x Malleus (Love Triangle)
a/n: the giggle i let out when i saw this!! such a fun concept and thank you so much đ«¶đ«¶
It started with a normal day: you laughing at one of Ace's jokes, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind you. The storm in question was Ace and Malleus glaring daggers at each other over your oblivious head.
Ace was slouched in his chair, shooting side-eyes at the imposing figure standing too close to your desk. Why does he have to hover like that? he thought bitterly. Malleus, for his part, was casting pointed glances at Aceâs casual posture, as if silently saying, Is this the best you can do?
Neither could deny the truth. They were both hopelessly, tragically in love with you. And they both knew it.
Ace prided himself on being the guy you could count on for a laugh. But today, he was on a mission: show you how amazing he was.
âSo, anyway,â he said loudly during your study session in the library, âI totally acedâget it?âmy magic exam. Got full marks.â He leaned back smugly, hoping youâd be impressed.
Malleus, who had been quietly sitting nearby (because of course he was), looked up. âImpressive, Ace Trappola. But I suppose it pales in comparison to wielding centuries-old magic and commanding legions of loyal subjects.â
Ace choked on his own smugness. âYeah, well, I bet you donât even know how to mix a potion without turning it into swamp goo, huh?â
âActually, I mastered potion-making at a young age. I created an elixir capable of reviving withered flora.â
âCool, cool. Can you tell me how any of that helps the prefect with our history homework?â Ace shot back, leaning closer to you.
Malleus frowned. âHistory is one of my strongest subjects.â
âOh my Sevenââ Ace groaned and threw his hands up. âWe get it. Youâre ancient!â
You looked between them, confused. âAre you two okay?â
âPerfectly fine,â Malleus said smoothly.
âGreat! I was just explaining history to Deuce,â Ace lied shamelessly.
Lunch was another battlefield. Ace had secured a seat next to you and was recounting a funny story involving Grim, a mop, and a very angry caterpillar monster.
ââŠand then Grim screamed so loud, I think half the campus heard him! Right, Prefect?â Ace said, nudging you.
Before you could respond, the shadow of a tall figure fell over the table.
âMalleus,â Ace said with a forced grin. âDidnât see you there. Like, at all.â
âI thought I would join you,â Malleus said, sitting directly across from you, his gaze unwavering. âDo you require assistance with your meal? Perhaps I could conjure something more fitting for your taste.â
âOkay, thatâs just cheating,â Ace muttered under his breath.
âConjuring food is a skill that requires great control,â Malleus said casually. âItâs a shame some rely solely on mediocre cafeteria fare.â
âOh, so now the chicken nuggets arenât good enough for you?â Ace snapped.
âThey lack refinement,â Malleus said.
âYeah? Well, you lack⊠I dunno, vibes!â Ace countered.
You blinked. âAce, are you okay? Youâre yelling about chicken nuggets.â
âY-Yeah, Iâm good,â Ace mumbled, shoving a nugget in his mouth to shut himself up.
The tension boiled over during a school festival. There was a dance competition, and both Ace and Malleus signed up for one reason: to win your attention.
Ace went first, pulling off a routine filled with flashy moves that he definitely stole from a popular video. The crowd cheered, and you clapped the loudest.
âNot bad, right?â Ace said, slightly out of breath but grinning. âBet Iâm the first guy youâve seen dance like that.â
Before you could respond, Malleus stepped onto the stage.
âI shall now perform a traditional dance of my homeland,â he announced.
It was graceful, mesmerizing, and undeniably magicalâliterally. The lights dimmed, and green flames swirled around him as he moved with perfect precision. The crowd was silent, utterly captivated.
Ace stood next to you, slack-jawed. âI⊠I canât compete with that.â
You turned to him with a smile. âI thought your dance was amazing too.â
Ace lit up like a firework. âY-Yeah? You mean that?â
Malleus, mid-spin, glanced at you both. His expression darkened.
Eventually, the competition escalated to new heights of absurdity. Ace baked you cookies, only to find out Malleus had hand-carved you a jewelry box. Malleus enchanted roses to bloom eternally, and Ace countered by organizing a surprise karaoke night with all your favorite songs.
But when you tripped and both of them scrambled to catch you, the ridiculousness reached its peak.
âYou caught their hand,â Malleus said, an edge to his voice.
âAnd you caught their other hand!â Ace snapped.
You, still mid-air, sighed. âCan someone just catch me completely next time?â
Despite their antics, one thing was clear: they both adored you. And while their rivalry was exasperating, it was also⊠kind of sweet.
Well, for you, anyway. For them? Not so much.
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you've seen me babble about Yan! Wukong... BUT THIS TIME ITS MACAQUE!! i know he has a big dick- I've always wanted to write abt Macaque, just never had the time to but now I do- hihihii thank you for those who asked for him âĄâĄ
âË⥠âCW: Yandere, ooc Macaque, noncon drugging, rough Macaque, insecurities mentioned, manipulative, art is oc x canon but drabble is canon x reader.
Yandere! Macaque
Imagining Yan! Macaque who knows which words to strike your insecurities, what sentences can fully make you dissociate in the middle of the day. To let him be the one who guides you while you're busy drowning in your self-doubt. His hands maneuvering itself to gently lay on your back, the other acting like a fence, making sure no one can bump into you. He coos about how unfortunate you are, poor little you. Yet, his smirk came forth as he looks back.
"Ohohoho! Look at how you're dressed, baby~ well ⊠maybe this part is a little tight for you, don't you think?"
Macaque tasted the bitter end of the stick, while Wukong got to gloat about the honeyed drip he tasted. The dark simian makes sure you never see the good side of that sage, he'll inject every single downside of every trait you love about Wukong. Sometimes, he even uses your own words against you. Turning your friends and family against you for having the same traits as that monkey you adore. You think Wukong's empathetic? How does it feel to be fooled and scammed by your own friends? Wukong's ambitious? Oh but it eats you up doesn't it? You'll never be good enough for yourself. Macaque is observant, he lives in the shadow and he knows how to use your own surroundings to make you feel little.
"Well, im glad you've learned your lessonâŠi know its hard to accept that sometimes good things, aren't always good, sweetheart"
He remembers when Wukong was possessed by LBD, there was a sense of longing whenever he thought back to how he was also under her control. The images of you so pliant, harmless and a soft bundle of drug induced state inspires him to try and concoct his own drug. Maybe even steals one from a pharmaceutical, any drug will do. As long as it keeps you pliant and adorable, no horrible side effects, at least that's what he hoped for.
He'll study how much doses you need to ensure you're all hazy and high as a kite. Can't even reach the door to his dojo without stumbling and holding on. So cute, adorable, ugh what other words can he use? You're all helpless, who would make sure you dont stumble and hit your head now hmm? Don't worry, your dear boyfriend Macaque is here. Albeit seeing you like this strikes a sadistic side of him he didn't know of.
"Hey hey, where you going sweetheart? A drunken little thing like you shouldn't walk around without any help. What if some big bad guy takes advantage of you hmm? Poor thing"
Macaque knows what he's doing is wrong. Punishing you, keeping you hidden, heck he even silently drugged you without your knowledge just so he can fulfill his stupid fantasy. He's not delusional, there's guilt eating him up and the only way a traumatized simian can say sorry is through his actions and services. he's the best at handling things patiently with care, Macaque will take care of you in ways he knows best, and he's really good at it too.
"Ohoho what's this? You missed me this much? Hahaha so cute.. ill have a fun time ravishing you.. just lay down and let me do my thing"
Yan! Macaque who longs for someone to share the lonely nights with him, someone who he can cuddle with and talk about the stars and which stupid cat reactions you are. Its all he ever dreams of, all he longs for. Yan! Macaque understand every single insecurity you're going through, he knows how to handle it. He'll help you through it, He'll make sure you wont have lonely nights to cry yourself to sleep on. Maybe if you close your eyes hard enough, you can forget about the shackle on your leg and the bruising lovebites around your intimate areas.
"I know⊠its hard, its tough but life happens and.. i know my little sweetheart can pull through.. you always do. Thats what i love about you.. haha even got me a little too obsessed"
Macaque is a good mate whether you admit it or not, his observant eyes and omniscient six ears focused solely on you. The slight sniff from your nose can be a sign of an oncoming sickness, within no time he'll be ready with the blankets, warm tea, tissues and medicine! You might think he's heartless, sure he locks you up whenever he goes out, talks you down every time you feel confident enough to leave him and yeah he might have a need to see you helpless without him But! But! He's not neglectful, maybe there are times where you feel like he's infantilizing you. Yet he swears it's just an instinct, he always makes sure you get your proper meals, he even watches cooking shows just to make sure you eat your flavourful food! Not those salt and pepper tasteless things.
"I made you something~ ...what? It tastes funny? Hmmm must be the new recipe im trying, im sure you're just not used to it, hun"
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kayu's playlist â side 2000;
"Make me sweat, lover boy." you whispered against his ear, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw as his hands moved under the water, teasing your thighs, pulling you closer. âMake me feel good, like the water.â Satoru groaned, a sound that sent a thrill through you. "I plan to, babe." he promised, his voice thick with desire as his hands gripped your waist. He grins as he was lifting you slightly, pressing you harder against the pool's edge. "And when I'm done, you're gonna be begging me for more."
hello, this is kayu!!! once again, i am just so astounded by your love and i get overwhelmed each and every time. i cannot get enough with all the gratitude i feel inside of me. i never expected that i'll ever end up in this position where you guys would ever become such a huge part of my life and i genuinely am so overflowing with never ending love for all of you. i posted my first jjk fic here just last year and gosh, how times have changed and how things have ended up growing more in this way. i never expected, never could have at all. but i am just so happy to share stuff i find enjoyment about. i started writing fanfiction a decade or so ago. and as i grow older, i think i continue to find ways to enjoy things i love over and over. but i think about how lucky i am to do it with people who feel the emotions as deeply as i do. and enjoy it as much as i do. as my thanks once more, i wrote three special stories - once more based on various songs i found interest in. this playlist is an interesting one, but it's because i started rewatching various things again that inspired me when i had my spare time. i hope you enjoy them as much as i did!!! they will come out every two or three days. and they'll keep you company while i'm busy. until then i will be trying to make some stuff as i disappear once again for exam season. i hope to continue to enjoy the wonder of jjk with you guys for a very long time!!! i hope you can continue to enjoy it with me too. thank you everyone once again!!! i hope you enjoy side 2000!!! xoxoxoxo kayu
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Youâre very cool Cyan, love all the moon big stuff that you do! (I may or may not be making a moon fast rp blog because I think it would be funny. You are the inspiration of course.)
@queenarsinoethepoisoner you are one of the coolest people ever and the fact that you drew some of the characters from Show Your Fangs and leave translations and theories in the tags of every chapter and helps me brainstorm Slightly Singed Bridges.
@botanicalbard, @kingofdandelions, @lazy-cat13, @a-fable-lost-to-time. and @kiyagem I met all you guys through, on some level, the life winners liveblog. You guys are all super cool and I love the thought you put into your characters.
@iwillcausechaos and @aurum-the-yapper You guys are chaotic little guys and I platonically love you so much! I love the effort you put into Gairy and Aurumâs lore. Youâre super awesome.
@jaded8insomnyac Youâre cool! I donât share any fandoms with you but you are very cool. Keep it up.
@insomnya777 I love your writing so much! Your boat boys AUs are amazing! Iâm glad youâre my mutual.
(I think itâs funny that the two people above both have some form of insomnia in their names but spelled insomnya.)
@recklessufodriver The Bamboozlers art that youâve done it draw dropping and stunning. Your art is so beautiful. Normally at this time I would say something along the lines of âI want to eat your artâ but you once painted a good looking moldy apple so Iâm not sure about that expression.
@levidoesstuffs I know I tagged your side blog but the other one is a role play blog is idk. Youâre super amazingly cool though.
@x-ocarina-of-crime-x Youâre a fellow Minecraft where is blog runner and I respect that. Youâre cool, you had the ender dragon bring me gender euphoria after all.
@featheredbirblet We have similar names. Yeah. Thatâs how we became mutuals. Feathered [blank].
By the way to the people who I tag whoâve gotten asks telling them what their souls would taste like, that was me.
i am also thankful for @literallyd34d and @belladonnamoonundead
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AN: Hi guys, this is my first time writing and posting on here but I felt inspired. Let me know what you think and if itâs any good. I have so many ideas so I want to know if I should keep writing!
Itâll Always Be Her
Itâs 6:52 AM, and though her âgirlfriendâ lies next to her, Paige canât stop thinking about Azzi. Usually itâs Azzi who occupies this spot next to her, and itâs a lot easier to relax. But last night, Paige hadnât been feeling great, and she didnât have the energy to push back against Jess. (It;s a familiar pattern, one that explains how Piage ended up in a relationship with Jess to begin with.) So when Jess insisted that Paige needed to be taken care of, all Paige could do was mutter something inaudible under her breath and collapse face-first into her pillow, forcing herself to sleep earlier than usual.
Now, here she is, wide awake an hour and a half before her alarm is set to go off. Not because sheâs ready to face the day, but because sheâs uncomfortable with Jess snuggled so close and because her mind wonât stop swirling with thoughts of Azzi, her curly headed best friend. Over the past few weeks, something has shifted between them. Their looks have become more intense, their fingers linger on each other for just a second too long, and thereâs an undeniable tension that always leaves Paige wanting more.
She glances at her phone- 7:23. Great. She sighs and tosses and turns, hoping to wake Jess so she can escape the bed as soon as possible. But when Jess begins to stir, she presses her face deeper into Paigeâs side and wraps her arm around her waist, holding her tighter. The gesture feels so innocent, so natural⊠and yet, any touch that isnât Azziâs these days feels wrong.
With a frustrated breath, Paige swings her legs off the bed, sitting up quickly. Sheâs already done with this, already done with the suffocating warmth of Jess beside her.
The movement is enough to wake Jess fully. She blinks up at the time, then at Paige. âBaby, come back to bed. Jess says, her voice thick with sleep, trying to coax Paige back under the covers. âItâs so early.â
Paige doesnât meet her eyes. Sheâs focused on the dresser, pulling out a sweatshirt, but her tone is dry when she responds. âI canât. Iâve got to get to the gym.â
âCome on,â Jess whines, pushing herself up onto her elbows. âYou have plenty of time. Please. Just five more minutes.â
Paige pulls on her sweatshirt, the irritation creeping into her voice. âI canât Jess. Iâve got a full day. Practice, classes, homework. Endorsements to deal with. I donât have time for this.â
Jessâs face falls. She gets out of bed slowly and steps toward Paige, âYouâre acting like Iâm some kind of inconvenience. Is it a crime to want to be intimate and spend time with your girlfriend? Youâve barely glanced at me in weeks. Whatâs going on, Paige? I miss you. I miss us hanging out.â
Paige feels anger welling up inside her now even though she knows sheâs being unreasonable. She spins around, facing Jess. âYou donât get it, Jess,â she snaps. âYou forced your way into my room last night. You know you never sleep here. I wasnât asking for your âhelp,â I wasnât asking for you to be here. You justââ She stops herself, trying to breathe through the frustration because she knows Jess hasnât done anything wrong, but the words keep spilling out. âI didnât want this. You didnât even give me a choice.â
Jess recoils, her face flushing with a mix of hurt and confusion. âWhat the hell are you talking about Paige? I just wanted to be there for you. I didnât force myself on you.â Her voice shakes now, the hurt beginning to show. âYouâve been shutting me out, and now youâre blaming me?â
Paige runs a hand through her hair, exasperated trying not to hurt the girl anymore that she already has. âIâm not blaming you, Jess. Iâm just saying youâre not giving me any space. âIâm not your project to fix.â
Jess steps back. Her expression hardening. âSo, what? Youâre just going to keep pushing me away? Because Iâve been nothing but patient with you, but youâre acting like Iâve done something wrong.â
Paigeâs breath quickens, her heart racing, âIâm not shutting you out. Iâm trying to figure things out. I canât breathe with you constantly hovering.â
Jess stares at her for a long beat, clearly struggling to process everything. Then, her eyes narrow, and her voice lowers. â I get it now, Itâs her isnât it?â
Paigeâs entire body freezes. Her pulse spikes, and her stomach drops. âDonât. Donât bring her into this,â she says, her voice strained. Itâs a warning, as everyone knows how protective the blonde is of Azzi. But itâs too late. Hessâs words hang in the air like a cold gust of wind.
âI see the way you look at her. Iâm not blind, Paige. Itâs so obviousâmaybe you need to be more honest with yourself.â
âDonât bring her up,â Paige snaps, her voice sharp and brittle. Sheâs seething now, every fiber of her being reacting to the mention of Azzi. âYou donât know what youâre talking about so maybe you should just leave.
Jessâs face pales, her lips trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. But she doesnât say anything else. She just grabs her things, slinging her back over her shoulder with a sharp motion.
Paige doesnât look at her as she heads toward the door. She can feel Jessâs gaze on her, but she canât bring herself to meet it. Sheâs still shaking, her anger, guilt, and confusion all rising to the surface.
âFine,â Jess mutters as she reaches the door. Her voice is small, but thereâs a venom in it now. âIâll give you the space you so desperately want. Iâll talk to you later Paige.â
The door clicks shut behind her, and for a long moment, Paige doesnât move. The weight of everything crashes over her, and the room feels impossible quiet.
She doesnât know how long she stands there, fighting the wave of emotions, trying to push down the rage, the guilt, the ache in her chest. She runs a hand through her hair, trying to breathe, but all she can think about is Azzi, The way her heart races when sheâs near her. The way their eyes meet and everything else seems to fade.
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Paige slings her gym back over her shoulder, her steps brisk as she tries to shake off the lingering weight of her argument with Jess. Sheâs almost to the door when she nearly collides with Ice, whoâs leaning casually against the wall, earbuds hanging from her neck.
âWhoa, slow down,â Ice says, raising an eyebrow. Sheâs in her usual attire, a tank top and sweatpants, her hair pulled into a messy bun.
Paige mumbles an apology and moves to step around her, but Ice doesnât budge. Instead, she gives Paige a long, knowing look.
âHeard everything this morning,â Ice says, her voice low. âThin walls, you know.â
Paige freezes, her face flushing.
Ice shrugs, a faint teasing smirk playing on her lips. âIâm just saying, it doesnât take a genius to see that something is building with you and Azzi.â
Paigeâs stomach flips at the mention of Azzi. âThereâs nothing going on,â she says quickly, but the defensiveness in her tone betrays her.
Ice raises her hands in mock surrender. âHey, whatever you say.â
With that, she saunters off toward the kitchen, leaving Paige standing in the doorway, her thoughts swirling.
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Paige pushes herself harder than usual, the basketball's relentless rhythm doing very little to quiet her mind. The music connected to the gymâs speaker halts as her phone buzzes, and she goes to grab it during a water break. Itâs a text from Azzi.
Azzi: Morning sunshine. You survive the apocalypse?
Paige smirks despite herself and quickly types back.
Paige: Barely. Already at the gym.
Azzi: Damn, overachiever. You running from something superstar?
Paige hesitates before replying.
Paige: Just needed to clear my head. You free?
Azziâs response comes almost immediately.
Azzi: For you? Always. Come by whenever.
Paige feels a flicker of relief mixed with anticipation. She fires off a quick See you soon before tossing her phone into her gym back. For the first time that morning, a small part of her feels lighter.
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Later, Paige finds herself standing outside Azziâs door, heart pounding. Azzi opens it with that easy, infectious smile that makes Paigeâs pulse quicken.
âHey, gym rat,â Azzi teases, stepping aside to let her in. â You didnât even shower first? Bold choice.â
Paige rolls her eyes but smiles. âDonât push your luck.â
They settle on the couch, the tension between them noticeable even in the mundane moments. Azzi sits close with her arm draped along the back of the couch, fingers brushing against Paigeâs shoulder, trying to soothe the older blonde. Itâs casual, but it sends a jolt through Paige.
âSo,â Azzi begins, her voice soft but curious as she knows the only thing that can possibly cause her to be upset this early in the day is Jess. âWhat happened with Jess?â
Paige exhales, running a hand through her hair. âSheâs upset. Thinkâs Iâm shutting her out.â
Azzi titles her head, âAre you?â
Paige sighs, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweatshirt. âI donât know. Maybe. Everything just feelsâŠoff with her lately.â
Azzi leans back, her fingers trailing casually over the seam of the couch. âYou know, Jess never really liked me,â she says, her voice light, but her eyes sharp.
Paige shifts uncomfortably, already sensing where this is headed. âSheâs justâŠterritorial.â
Azzi snorts. âThatâs one way to put it. From day one, sheâs acted like Iâm some homewrecker.â
Paige frowns, the memory of that first awkward meeting flashing in her mind. Jess had been cold, almost hostile, when Paige introduced her to Azzi at a team party months ago. Their tension was palpable from the moment they shook handsâJessâs grip a little too firm, her smile a little too tight.
âShe was threatened.â Paige says finally, her voice low. âAnd honestly? I didnât know how to handle it. I wasnât expecting her to call herself my girlfriend out of nowhere.â
Azzi raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. âSo, you just went along with it? Classic Paige. Always trying not to hurt anyoneâs feelings.â
Paige exhales sharply. âI didnât want to embarrass her. And it wasnât a big deal at first. We barely see each other with my schedule.â
Azzi leans in, her gaze intense. âBut now?â
Paige doesnât answer immediately. Sheâs too focused on the way Azziâs eyes linger, the way her voice dips when she asks the question. The truth is, things are different now. Ever since Azzi started pushing boundariesâlingering touches, inside jokes that felt a little too intimate, the way sheâd lean in close during quiet momentsâPaigeâs world has felt off-balance.
âItâs complicated,â Paige mutters, though even she knows itâs a cop-out.
Azzi titles her head, her tone both teasing and pointed. âIs it? Or are you just scared to admit what you really want?â
Paigeâs heart skips a beat. âWhat are you getting at?â
Azzi shrugs, her smile softening. âIâm saying that maybe itâs time you stop worrying about everyone else and figure out what you need. Youâve been letting Jess call the shots, but what about you?â
Paige doesnât respond immediately, her mind racing. She knows Azziâs right. For months, sheâs been coasting, letting Jess dictate the terms of their so-called relationship while keeping her own feelings bottled up, But now, with Azzi in the picture, those feelings are impossible to ignore.
âI donât want to hurt Jess, sheâs done nothing wrongâ Paige says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Azziâs expression softens, but thereâs still a spark of determination in her eyes. âI know. But you canât keep living like this, Paige. You deserve more than just going along with something because itâs easier.â
Paige meets Azziâs gaze, her heart pounding. The air between them feels electric, the unspoken tension crackling like a live wire.
âYouâve been different lately,â Paige says suddenly, her voice quiet but steady. âMore confident. MoreâŠdirect in a sense.â
Azzi smirks, leaning in slightly. âYou noticed?â
Paige swallows hard. âYeah. Hard not to.â
Azziâs fingers brush against Paigeâs, a deliberate, feather-light touch that sends a jolt of warmth through her. The tension between them is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, Paige can barely breathe her pulse thundering in her ears. âMaybe I got tired of waiting for you to see whatâs been right in front of you this whole time.â Deciding to be a little bold in this moment Azzi continues her voice low and teasing. âYou know, itâs kind of funny. Jess is always worried about me stealing you awake.â She leans in just slightly, her smirk deepening. âIf she only knew how easy you make it.â
Paigeâs eyes narrow, her lips twitching with a reluctant smile. âYouâre such a pain.â
âMaybe,â Azzie murmurs, leaning in closer. âBut you like it.â
Her voice drops into a playful whisper, and Paige canât help but laugh, though it comes out a little breathless. Azziâs confidence is intoxicating, her presence magnetic. Paige feels herself drawn in, like a moth to a flame, even as her mind screams at her to keep her distance.
âAzzi,â Paige warns, though her tone lacks conviction as she glances quickly at Azziâs lips.
âRelax,â Azzi says softly, leaning back slightly but keeping her hand close to Paigeâs. âJust messing with you, P.â Her eyes flicker with amusement, but thereâs a softness behind them too, something deeper than Paige canât ignore.
Paige shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. âYou really have no off switch, do you?â
âNot when it comes to you,â Azzi replies without missing a beat. She stretches her arms along the back of the couch, her fingers lightly grazing Paigeâs shoulder again. âBut hey, if youâre not ready to face the truth, I'll back off..for now.â
Paige smirks, leaning back into the couch. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAnd youâre still here,â Azzi counters, her grin widening.
Paige rolls her eyes, but she canât deny the truth in Azziâs words. Sheâs here because, despite everything, this is where she feels most at ease. Most herself.
âAlright, enough of your games,â Paige says, her voice more lighthearted now. âPick a movie.â
Azzi grabs the remote, scrolling through the options. âFine, but youâre not allowed to complain if I pick something you hate.â
âJust pick something, Azzi,â Paige teases.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Azzi settles on Frozen. As the opening credits roll, she shifts slightly closer, her arm still resting along the back of the couch, fingers now absentmindedly playing with a strand of Paigeâs hair.
Paige lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet, youâre not running away,â Azzi teases, her voice playful but with an edge of truth.
Paide doesnât respond, her focus on the screen but her thoughts completely elsewhere. The warmth of Azziâs touch, the sound of her laugh, the way her presence seemed to fill every corner of the roomâ itâs all too much and not enough at the same time.
For now, they style into the movie, the tension simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to bubble over.
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Later that evening, after leaving Azziâs apartment, Paige stands in front of her dorm mirror, adjusting her sweatshirt. The number 35 emblazoned across the backâa familiar sight on game days, but tonight it feels different. Itâs Azziâs sweatshirt, one she had thrown on without thinking before heading over to Jessâs room. She swallows hard, already dreading the conversation ahead.
When Paige finally knocks, Jess opens the door with a tired expression. Her eyes immediately flick to the sweatshirt, and for a moment, her jaw tightens. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her voice laced with sarcasm.
âNice sweatshirt,â Jess says, her tone sharpy but quiet. âAzziâs right? Gues you managed to check that off your long list of things you âneededâ to do today.â
Paige feels her stomach drop, guilt mingling with irritation. âJessââ she says with a warning tone, not wanting the girl in front of her to bring up her best friend.
Jess raises her hand, shaking her head. âDonât. I donât have the energy for this right now.â Her voice is weary, the edge from before softening into something more fragile.
Paigeâs brow furrows. âWhatâs going on?â
Jess steps back, motoning for Paige to come in. She sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her hair. âSomething happened with my family,â she says, her voice barely above a whisper. âI have to go back home for a few weeks.â
Paige blinks, the weight of Jessâs words settling over her. âWhat? Is everything okay?â
Jess shrugs, her gaze fixed on the floor. âNot really. My dadâs in the hospital. Itâs serious, and my momâs barely holding it together.â
âJess, âIâm so sorry,â Paige says, her voice soft. She moves to sit beside Jess, hesitating before placing a stiff hand on her shoulder.
Jess offers a small, tight smile. âThanks. I just..I need to be there for them, you know?â
Paige nods. âOf course. You should be with your family.â
They sit in silence for a moment, the tension between them shifting into something more somber. Finally, Jess exhales deeply and looks at Paige. âI hope we can figure things out when I get back. I hate feeling like this..like werenât not on the same page.â
Paigeâs chest tightens as she knows exactly how she feels. âMe too,â she says quietly, though the words feel hollow.
Jess gives her a lingering look, then stands. âIâll be gone early tomorrow. Just..take care of yourself, so we can figure us out, okay?â
Paige nods again, standing. âYou too, Let me know if you need anything.â
Jess offers a faint smile, but her eyes betray a mix of sadness and exhaustion. âI will.â
As Paige steps out of the room, the door closes softly behind her, leaving her alone in the hallway. She leans against the wall for a moment, taking a deep breath, before heading back to Azziâs room. In her chest she feels a mixture of guilt and relief, but she pushes them both aside as she walks down the hall.
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When Paige returns to Azziâs apartment, Azzi greets her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly enjoying herself.
âWell, well,â Azzi drawls eyes flicking to the sweatshirt Paige is still wearing. âI see you decided to have the talk with Jess while rocking my number. Bold move.â
Paige sighs, stepping inside. âDonât start.â
Azzi chuckles, closing the door behind her. âIâm just saying, P. Youâve got some interesting fashion choices for serious conversations.â
Paige rolls her eyes, but she canât hide the slight flush in her cheeks. âIt wasnât intentional. I just grabbed something before heading out.â
Azzi steps closer, her smirk softening into something more playful. âWell, intentional or not, you look good in it.â Her eyes sweep over Paige, and her voice drops slightly. âReally good.â
Paigeâs breath catches for a moment, her heart pounding as she feels the tension between them crackle to life again. She tries to brush it off with a nervous laugh. âYouâre insufferable.â
Azzi grins, taking another step closer until theyâre just a breath apart.âAnd yet, you keep coming back.â
Paige doesnât have a clever comeback this time. Sheâs too focused on the way Azziâs gaze lingers on her, the way her fingers lightly brush against Paigeâs wrist, sending a jolt of warmth through her.
âI canât think straight around you.â Paige admits softly, almost to herself.
Azziâs smile deepens, a mix of satisfaction and something softer. âGood,â she murmurs, her fingers trailing up to toy with the hem of the sweatshirt. âBecause I like you exactly like this.â
Paige swallows hard, her pulse racing. She doesnât resist when Azzi gently tugs her toward the couch, but instead of sitting down, Azzi stops, tilting her head toward the bedroom.
âCome on,â Azzi says, her voice low and inviting, âLetâs get some sleep. Youâve had a long day.â
As they step into the room, Paige pauses feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous energy, Azzi, catching the hesitation gives her usual reasoning smile but gentler.
âRelax,â Azzi murmurs, her voice low and soothing. âYou know weâd never do anything while youâre with Jess. Weâre better than that.â
Paige feels a mix of relief and guilt that swirl inside her. Azziâs words arenât just reassuranceâ theyâre a reminder of the trust and respect that anchor their connection. She nods slowly, her heart steadying a little.
âI know,â Paige whispers, her voice almost breaking.
Azii offers her a small, understanding smile before gently tugging her toward the bed. âNow come on. Letâs get some sleep.â
Paige lets herself be led, but once they reach the bed, she takes the initiative. She slips under the covers and, before Azzi can settle, gently pulls her down beside her. Azzi raises an eyebrow, but before she can say anything, Paige wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close, resting her chin on Azziâs shoulder.
The room falls into a comfortable silence, their breaths syncing as the tension from earlier melts into a quiet intimacy. Paige tightens her hold slightly, her fingers brushing against Azziâs stomach, grounding herself in the moment. A
Azzi tilts her head slightly, her voice soft. âYouâre really something, P.â
Paige smiles, her heart full in a way she canât quite describe. All thoughts of Jess are completely absent from her mind. âGoodnight, Az.â
âNight, superstar,â Azzi murmurs, her voice laced with contentment.
In the safety of each otherâs arms, they drift off, the unspoken feelings between them lingering like a promise in the quiet night.
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Delicate (Jake's Version)
7 - Highway To The Danger Zone
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: mentions of smutty things but none, otherwise nothing spectacular
A/N: Please don't hesitate to reblog and leave comments! I wanna know what y'all think! Pop on over to my Twisters story if you haven't read that for a Jake cameo too! Yes, this story and that one are connected! This is part 2 of that series. Part 3 will be coming soonish, and even as I'm writing part 3, stuff for these two fics will still be written! Please enjoy! And keep an eye on the playlists as they'll be getting updated again soon too!
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Jake awoke early as usual, but groggy as fuck. They hadn't had any alcohol so the only thing he could think of as a reason for that was how extremely turned on he had been last night. He hadn't been that horny in years. In his book, that had been some of the best sex he'd ever had. Even better than that Captain he'd fucked in Lemoore while they were off duty. And she was a smoke show if nothing else. But with Sam it felt different. It was different. So different.
Jake's heart was dictating all of his actions. The way he felt for Sam in just a couple of short weeks had him reeling. It had him acting fucking silly. He couldn't explain what exactly it was because it was so many things, but he knew what had sparked it. Her attitude. She was sassy and confident and she had been so last night in bed too. There had been a shared dominant energy in the room that Jake had enjoyed. The majority of women he'd been with just wanted to fuck a navy guy so they pretty much let him do whatever so he rarely went down on them. He had a hard and fast rule that his mouth didn't go below the belt if he didn't know the girl well enough, and he always used a condom.Â
He knew he was going to break both of those rules for Sam. He almost did last night. Heâd almost let her trick him into sliding in without the condom, but he stopped himself. He wanted this relationship to work, but neither of them needed any more stress than they already had. Her stresses were his. Heâd promised that. He begged her to let him take some of the strain, to dump it on him when she needed it.Â
He felt her stir beside him, as she rolled to face away from him. She pressed her ass up against his hard morning wood and he groaned and his eyes rolled back from how goddamn good she felt. While he had elected to put his boxers back on last night, Sam had decided against clothing and Jake was more than thankful for that. He ran his finger tips up and down her side so feather light that as she awoke, her brain was not aware of it, but her body responded with a shiver anyway. Her back was arched slightly, so Jake let his hand travel across the soft skin and up to her shoulders, where he massaged for a few moments each. He could see the smile forming on her lips as she rolled again to face him.
âSleep well, pretty girl?â He asked and she nodded, opening one eye to look at him.
âDid you? Also, is that a missile in your pants or are you just happy to see me?â She giggled and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer so that he could kiss her. His lips met her forehead first, then the tip of her nose, and then her mouth. She shrugged away slightly, trying to bury her face in his chest but he wouldnât let her.
âAh, donât get shy on me now. Course Iâm happy to see you.â He said and reached a hand down to tilt her chin up. He kissed her, this time poking his tongue out. She shook her head.
âI have morning breath.â She whispered and he kissed her again. She laughed louder this time, forgetting to care that anyone else might be home.
âYuh, I do too, so what? Actually, my breath probably smells like your pussy. That was a pretty good night time snack I had.â He growled and Sam gently punched him in the chest.
âJake!â She barked with a huge smile.
âOh fuck,â he sighed, and then he almost spilled the beans, âSam, I lov-like you...I like you a lot...â
âI like you too, Jake. A lot.â She said back, tilting her head and leaving her chocolate brown eyes to cast a spell on him and he was all too willing to let it happen.Â
They took their time getting dressed, stealing kisses and passing touches here and there. For several moments, Sam felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She didn't feel the pain of impending grief, nor the thought of being without her father and best friend. All she was thinking about was Jake.
Sam led Jake down to the kitchen where her mom was making Ice a smoothie. Ice turned in his seat and smiled. Her mother took a sip of her coffee and tapped her foot as she looked at the two young adults.
âSamantha...what's the rule about boys?â Her mother asked and Ice had a shit eating grin on his face.
âMom...I just graduated college...â Sam scoffed and folded her arms across her chest.Â
âAnd you still live in this house until you find your own. What's the rule?â She scolded. Sam sighed and Jake bit his lip feeling like he was the one in trouble.
âNo sleeping over.â Sam said and Jake's eyes went wide.Â
Sarah smiled and shook her head as Ice made a motion as if to say âno harm doneâ as Sarah spoke again. âJust tell us next time so I can make him breakfast too.âÂ
Sam grinned slyly and Ice stood, kissing this daughter on the forehead. His gaze met Jake's, who straightened up and saluted. Ice saluted him back and waved his hand as if to say âat easeâ. Ice headed out to the back porch and Sarah followed, but turned before closing the door.
âOh, Sam, there's a few large yellow envelopes on your father's desk. Could you bring them to the naval base and give them to Beau?â she asked. Sam nodded and said, âSure.â
Sam went to get the envelope and when she came back, Jake was checking his watch and phone. She placed the envelopes on the counter in front of him. âHow long is your day today?â
âShould be done around one, why?â He asked and she smirked.
âI'll come with you for the day.â She said and she nearly ran to grab her laptop bag and change her clothes. Jake wasn't going to argue, partially because, even though he wanted to keep this a secret in some capacity, he did also want to flaunt the fact that he and Sam were seeing each other. Although, he was pretty sure the cat was well out of the bag after the other day. He glanced at his watch again. They'd have to grab something for breakfast on the way. She came out dressed in a black pencil skirt with a pretty plaid blouse and low black heels. Jake's eyes went wide.
âWhy?â He motioned to what she was wearing with the biggest grin on his face.
âOh I have to hop on a Zoom call for work at ten. I actually do have to be dressed despite what people think about remote work. They expect me to look the part.â She explained and he nodded.
âWell, you look the part.â He said and wrapped his arms around her waist as they headed to the door. âAnd you look like I wanna show you off.âÂ
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âHey, did Hangman come home last night?â Phoenix asked Coyote as they got out of their cars together. Bob, Rooster, Payback and Fanboy were all waiting outside their cars and trucks as well, as they liked to walk in as a group.Â
âUh...I never heard his truck, no.â Coyote said, just as Jakeâs black Ford pulled up and parked.
âHoly...shit...â Fanboy said as they watched Hangman step down out of the truck and go around to the passenger side, helping none other than Samantha Kazansky, the Commanderâs daughter, out like a princess coming out of her carriage. They all stared as Hangman reached behind her, his other hand on her waist, and grabbed her bag for her. He swung it over his shoulder, making clear that he would carry it for her. She tugged on it and he just pushed his nose toward her with a wide smirk. That classic Hangman grin, that had so many ladies swoon for him, seemed to be aimed in a different way, as if he wasnât trying to impress her. It was more casual, less flirty. His expression seemed softer in a way that none of them had ever seen before.
âWhat the fuck.â Rooster said, shaking his head, and they watched Hangman pull Samantha in close and kiss her. Theyâd all seen him make out with girls before, but this wasnât his typical manner. The way he held her, it was like he didnât want to lose her. It was like he couldnât afford to lose her. And they all noticed it.
âYou know theyâre all looking, right?â Sam mused as they headed toward the front doors of the main building. Jake just nodded and smiled.
âYeah, Iâll catch shit for it later too, but I donât give a fuck anymore. Want them to know youâre my girl.â He murmured. âUh...Iâll come with you to the Vice Admiralâs office.â He said, as they headed through the front doors. He glanced to his left, remembering that there was a photo of her father and Maverick there in the lobby. They stopped there for a moment and Samâs jaw worked as she looked at the photo.
âHe was so young. He never got to take me up in the air like he wanted...â She said solemnly and Jake glanced down at her.Â
âIâll make it happen. Iâll take you up there someday. Promise.â He said and Sam gazed up at him, eyes slightly misty. He pressed a feather light kiss to her forehead, and they decided to head up to the Vice Admiralâs office. When they approached, Cyclone and Warlock were sitting, and Maverick was standing, briefing them on his lesson plan for the day. Sam knocked on the door and Cyclone perked up.
âSamantha...Hangman...come in.â He said, both of them entering, Jakeâs hand on the small of her back as they approached the Vice Admiralâs desk. Jake then folded his arms behind his back, at attention for his superiors. âAt ease, Lieutenant.â Cyclone said and Jake relaxed his posture and leaned a little closer to Sam. Maverick tilted his head and a corner of his lips turned up. Sam reached in her bag, taking the envelopes out and placing them on the desk in front of Cyclone.
âMy father asked me to drop these off to you. I was also wondering if you didnât mind me borrowing an office or a conference room for the day, sir?â She asked and Cyclone smiled warmly at her.
âAnything for Iceâs daughter.â He said softly and then his eyes locked on Jake. Everyoneâs eyes locked on Jake, in fact.
âSir. Iâd like to inform you that Samantha and I are in a relationship. I hope this wonât affect my position or fitness for this mission.â Jake said and Cyclone nodded.
âIf her father is fine with it, then your relationship with her will be viewed objectively and have no effect on your position.â He said and Jake nodded. Sam knew by doing this, he was trying to make sure that he wasn't given any special treatment. He wanted a fair chance at being selected for this mission. He needed no special favors just because he was seeing Icemanâs daughter. He wanted no special favor for it. He wanted work and pleasure completely separate.
âThank you, sir.â Jake said and Cyclone dismissed them both.Â
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Sam settled into a conference room, which was across the hall from the ready room where Jake and his co-pilots were going to be going over their plan for the day. Sheâd just opened her laptop and was typing, while waiting for the Zoom call to come in. She heard a knock and looked up to see Nat. She stood and they met in the middle of the room, in a hug.
âHey...um...can we talk a minute?â Nat asked and Sam nodded. âI wanted to say Iâm sorry. I feel like I have been there for you...â
âNo...youâre busy. This mission is super important.â Sam said, and Nat shook her head.
âBut I could be making time for you like Jake is...â She said and Samâs brow furrowed. Nat spoke again before Sam could. âI am happy for you...Iâm just surprised you picked him.â
âHe kinda picked me...heâs really nice, Nat. He just doesnât show it because he thinks itâll make him look weak.â Sam said.
âAs a woman in the Navy...I get that. But he doesnât have to be such a dick...â Nat said, agreeing with Jakeâs facade, because she had one of her own to uphold.Â
âHey...I have an idea...Come to dinner. Please?â Sam begged and Nat scrunched her nose at the thought.
âWith Bagman? Hard Pass. Itâs enough that I deal with him here, I really donât need to spend time with him outside of work.â She said and Sam grabbed her hands.
âCâmon Nat, please? For me? I swear he'll be on his best behavior. Bring Bob too if you want.â Sam said and Nat figured it wouldn't hurt to give him another chance. One more chance. Nat left Sam with that as they heard her computer trying to connect the Zoom call she'd been waiting for. Sam sat back down and she saw the pilots, including her boyfriend, file into the ready room. Maverick poked his head into the room that Sam was in to say a quick hello and then headed in to instruct for the day.Â
Sam glanced over every once in a while and she saw that air of arrogance in Jake that he was so well known for. It oozed from him even as he just sat there. He knew he was the best of the best and he wasn't going to let anyone think he wasn't.Â
Maverick finished his speech for the morning and then dismissed the pilots to go get their flight gear on. Sam was taking notes, not only on her call, but also about Jake as he walked out of the room. Sure, he had Javy, but no one else seemed to want to be involved in even light conversation with him. Sam felt bad because she sort of knew who he was behind the scenes, but she knew most of his copilots would never see that side of him and then she understood what his call sign meant to them. They didn't trust him and they knew he was in this for himself. He thought he was the hero and they didn't. And that was another part of why Sam gave him a chance.
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When their day was done, Jake came into the conference room and sat down while he waited for Sam to finish up another call. He had changed back into his khakis and a black tank that showed off his biceps. Sam couldn't help but let her eyes wander, seeing him reclined in a chair, scrolling on his phone. She wondered what had his attention so fully, drawing a smirk from him. He glanced over at one point and their eyes met, both smiling wide.Â
Sam rattled off some numbers and statistics that her boss asked for and Jake was impressed, his gaze settling on her as he placed his phone down. Heâd never been with a girl that was as smart as Sam. As her call ended, he picked his phone up again and stood from his chair. She sat down at hers, as sheâd been standing while reading figures to her boss. Jake had assumed she just needed to stretch. He prowled over to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. She glanced up at him, then finished typing on her laptop, and closed it.
âWhat had your attention so intently?â She asked and he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and put his phone in front of her. He was on Instagram. On her profile. He was looking at pictures of her from two summers ago, when she visited Virginia Beach. When she had her fling with Rooster. But she didnât know if Jake knew that, because heâd probably kill Rooster if he did.
âYouâre fuckinâ hot, yâknow that? Canât believe how gorgeous you are.â He murmured next to her ear and pressed his nose to her temple. She reached up and ran her fingers through his short hair, her nails scratching his scalp and making him push into her more. He loved when she put her fingers in his hair.Â
âSo...I invited Nat and Bob to dinner later? You pick where.â Sam said and she felt Jake tense.
âOkay...then you come over to my place after...youâve never been.â He said, something uneasy about his tone, so she agreed without question. That was only fair.Â
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Jake found a place, a little hole in the wall Mexican taqueria on the waterfront. He and Sam arrived first and acquired seating. Jake ordered a round of beers for himself, Nat, and Bob, and a cider beer for Sam. Jake had decided a plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled and jeans were good for tonight, and Sam used it as an excuse to put on a pretty pink dress, a thin cottony fabric that sat off one of her shoulders. Jake was going to make sure he paid special attention there tonight as her neck was exposed and was prime real estate for kissing.
âYou sure they'll show? Iâm pretty sure they all hate me at this point.â Jake said, leaning back against the booth they were sat in and placing his arm across the top of it, a partially possessive gesture as his hand laid lazily off the back of the booth, fingers brushing her shoulder.Â
âNat wouldn't skip on me. She's been my best friend for so long. She knows I wouldn't forgive her.â Sam said, and Jake could her the confidence in her voice.
âIf you say so...oh...shit...they did show.â He took a swig of his beer and looked up, just as Nat and Bob came through the front door. They walked over to the table that they'd gotten, in the corner of the room. They said hi and sat. Jake thought it odd to see them out of uniform or flight suits. Bob looked relaxed in jeans and t-shirt and Nat had decided on a pretty black dress with quarter sleeves.Â
âDid you order yet?â Nat asked and Sam smiled.
âGot you both a beer and some chips and salsa. I've heard it's great here.â They both smiled and there was a bit of an awkward silence in the air as Jake pushed their beers toward them. They each took a sip just as the chips and salsa arrived. The waitress gave them a few more minutes with the menu and they decided to get a couple flights of different types of tacos to try. There was another moment of awkward silence as the three pilots seemed to be trying to figure out what to talk about. Sam on the other hand, had snuck a selfie and sent it to her friend, Shelby, who responded immediately.
Shelby: holy fuck hes gorgeous
âSo...you two are seeing each other?â Bob asked, which made Sam look up from her phone. Her and Nat reached for chips and salsa at the same time and bumped their hands together on purpose with a laugh.Â
âBeen seeing each other, yes.â Jake said, letting his arm slip off the back of the booth and across Samâs shoulders fully.
âBeen seeing? Wait for how long?â Bob asked.
âSince the beginning of the detachment. When I asked her out and she said yes to dinner. I saw her the next day. And the next, and every single day after.â Jake explained.
âHangman actually goes on second dates?â Bob said with a lilt of humor in his voice.
âHangman goes on many dates apparently.â Nat said, wiggling her brows at Sam. She knew that theyâd be spending time together, but Nat didnât know quite how much time. So when Nat told him to be there the other day, he had already been and continued to be. Meaning he had also seen how bad Ice was. Nat could then only assume that Jake was beginning to understand the effect it was having on Sam.
âYeah.â Sam said, running her hand up and down his bicep. He glanced at her, and actually smiled at Nat and Bob. And it looked genuine. By the time their food arrived, the tension between everyone had loosened significantly and by the end of the dinner, Nat and Bob could almost say they enjoyed hanging out with Jake Seresin outside of work.
#jake seresin x oc#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#top gun hangman#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick#glen powell
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Cool? Cool.
Pairing: Jake Kim x GN!Reader
Summary: An awkward rendezvous with Big Deal's leader.
Genre/Trope: Friends to enemies to friends to more(?). Non established relationship. Can be viewed as platonic as well.
Warnings: Cussing, self/oc indulgence? (I mostly wrote this for myself), no use of Y/n, MIGHT be OOC Jake (judge them yourself, this my first time writing for Lookism).
A/N: It's been TWO YEARS since I post fanfics so I might be lil stiffy, bare with me chat. I DON'T do request btw!
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âMan, so what now? We justâŠwent back to stop being allies?â You questioned bluntly.
It's been a few days since the Hunt for Gun event. Everything went back to how it was. Or some would say, for the better. You weren't exactly on any sides of the crew. Scratch that, you were one of the Workers. And to be fair, you sort of still carry that guilt. Like Samuel, you wanted- no, needed money. Again, scratch that, you aren't exactly like him, God bless. You just have responsibilities at home that need to be taken care of.
Because first of all, being a broke college student got you into this shit and you practically worked your ass for it. You just wanted to pay for your student loans, bills and groceries. Second of all, news flash, Korea ain't as great as influencers described them to be. When you first moved here, you were still expecting the struggles of the norm. Not fighting gangsters. Let alone joining one.
Thirdly, you know basic martial arts. You know what, fuck that. You're actually pretty decent at it. Sparring and training with these dudes around you, paid off. And through the journey you gained friendship, learning to understand different types of people. That includes multiple reality checks, unlocking new traumas as the list goes on. Part of you have thought of the alternatives and the what ifs. While the other half is actually grateful.
âIt never has to be that way, you know?â Daniel replied, offering a soft smile.
You wanted to ask if the whole fighting and scheming thing is over, now that Charles Choi is gone. So is the matter of the Red Note. But you keep those questions to yourself, knowing it's far from done when Gun is still alive even if he's in juvie. Besides, he's not the only bad guy they need to watch out for.
You shrugged sheepishly, hands shoving into your pockets. âRight.â Your head turned to the ground for a bit. Daniel senses this and continues, âWe're still friends, right?â
You looked up relieved by his words, âOf course. You're cool. You too, Jay.â You added. The blond gave you a big sincere smile as you bent down to pet the puppies. They equally ushered closer for attention. Your expression softened before exhaling.
âHey.â You started, taking a second to collect your words. âYou think Big Deal would diss the hell out of me if I go in their turf? I need to talk to Jake.â
Daniel shrugged back, giving his usual reassuring energy. âI don't think so, after everything. You want us to accompany you there?â You shake your head, mimicking his smile, âI'm good. Thanks though.â
It was by then you found yourself stepping in Big Dealâs street. You weren't a coward, but you still hold respect for each of Four Major Crews. If you are being honest, you didn't even belong here. You're just a person who was caught up with your own personal issues and was left with no options but to use physical violence for your own selfish gain. It wasn't selfish, you told yourself. You just have your own goal and achievement like everyone else.
You were immediately recognised and being semi interrogated by the other Big Deal members due to your sudden and random arrival. You kept your tone as calm as possible. Getting straight to the business and voila! There's Jake.
You muttered a thanks to Jerry before turning to your old friend. Ice breaking sucked, this everyone can relate. But man, you acted like an ex begging to get together with him again. âSoooâŠâŠâ
You trailed awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere in the room except him. âBig Deal's boss doing paperworks, huh? Guess nobody escaping that.â You tried to humour him, to light up the mood, anything. And luckily, he stifled a chuckle. Or a subtle exhale, you counted it as that either way.
âYeah, well, it's my responsibility now.â Jake replied, shifting in his chair while leaning back.
To put it simply, you and Jake aren't completely strangers. You two were somewhat colleagues, let's put it that way. You never dare ask about the friendship part. Are you two even friends? Buddies? Amigos?
I mean you're very much aware of Big Deal's history. Jake isn't so secretive, mind you. You've privately met Sinu himself before, good man. You're most definitely familiar with Samuel. And by God, you weren't very fond of him. But you didn't judge him either, and as mentioned, everyone here has a personal goal. You've managed to exchange conversation with him from time to time. If I may say so myself, a LOT. Boy, was he an interesting character.
When you first joined Workers, you were clueless. Eugene offered you good deals. Obviously you hesitated in the begining. You were no fool, you knew what you signed up for. Fortunately for you, you weren't involved too much. You did side jobs, mostly undercover. When Jake finds out, he confronts you. Which actually surprised you. You fought him. You fought everyone else while sticking to the white uniform. Although he can definitely tell you held back at that moment.
âNo hard feelings, Jake.â You said back then before getting into stance. You took his hit many times, hardly using your full strength before discovering you were just buying him time to let others finish their business. And he didn't blame you either. He felt bad. Guilty even, that he couldn't offer you better hospitality, better support. And yes, he admits that he was kinda cold back then. He never gets the chance to apologize. But he does now as you basically presence yourself to him.
âYou aight? You know, after all theâŠâ You trailed, subtly recalling the recent fiasco. He blinked before nodding, âJust peachy. You?â You nodded back. âYeah.â
As if it couldn't get any awkward, you were starting to regret showing your face here. On top of that, he wasn't any near being his suave self. He had it fine with the others but with you? There's an unfinished business. He thought it's odd. It's exactly the same scenario that happened between him and Samuel, yet the tension wasn't supposed to be this palpable as far as he know.
âI'm sorry-â You both said in sync, now looking at each other weirdly. Chuckling nervously, you both did it again, âYou first. No, you. Not me, you. Fuck.â
Sighing, you both let out small genuine laughters. âNo, seriously. You first.â he offered.
You nodded, âNo hard feelings, right?â
He smiled, âNo hard feelings. It's good to see you again.â You returned the smile, the burden finally left your shoulders. âSame here. You didn't break a bone. I'm not surprised.â
He leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk. His arms bulging through the fabric doesn't go unnoticed. âWell, colour me surprised. You didn't either.â He joked back. His mood has lifted as did yours. You rolled your shoulders, pretending to flex slightly. âI tried.â
âSay,â Your expression turned slightly serious, still with a bit of amusement in your tone. âI guess I owe you a jack of explanation, huh?â
He tilted his head, âOh? Do you, now? Lemme check.â He pretended to go through his paperworks. You just chuckled, shaking your head at his sense of humour. âAsshole. I'm serious.â
Jake faced you again, âI know. And I'm listening. We can get food while we're at it.â
âLet me guess, my treat?â You raised a brow.
He gets off from his seat, his duty now left abandoned. âCâmon, I'm not a monster.â Slinging his arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the exit.
#lookism x reader#lookism jake kim#jake kim#kim gimyung#lookism kim gimyung#lookism#lookism fic#lookism manhwa#manhwa#x reader#fanfic#dood writes!#lookism imagines#lookism imagine#lookism samuel#self ship#self insert#self indulgent#lookism x you#x you#x y/n#x yn#imagines#imagine#fic#my writing
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Danny Fentonâs Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!
I have had the wonderful opportunity to write a fic inspired by the art of the wonderful @arisu-artnfics as part of @ecto-implosion. I ended up thinking it would be fun to bring in a trope from a completely different fandom, and write a Peter Parker Field Trip fic for Danny Fenton. This is the final part of that fic. Enjoy!
Epilogue
Ao3 | First | Previous
Danny woke slowly at first. He snuggled into the warmth of his blanket, pulling it closer.
Then his memories of what had happened rushed to the front of his mind.
Dan! He threw his covers off with a yell, looking around panicked. Still not entirely awake, he searched the room for his alternate self.
âDanny!â
Who was that? Where was Dan!
âWhoa there Danny, calm down.â
What? Danny looked over at the other side of the room. Sam and Val were standing there. Val had her net gun out and pointed at him.
âDan's gone, we're in Frostbite's clinic,â Sam said.
Danny took a look around the room. Sure enough he was standing, well technically floating, in one of the medical rooms in the Far Frozen.
Realizing that he had instinctively charged his fists he took a deep breath and relaxed, letting the gathered ectoplasm disperse.
He floated down to the ground and transformed back to his human form, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âSorry guys.â
Val chuckled, lowering her gun and letting it phase away. âAll good Danny. No harm no foul and all that.â She smiled at him.
The door to the room opened and Danny turned to look to see who was coming through.
âDanny!â Danny barely managed to brace himself as Tucker tackled him in a hug. The two almost went spilling onto the ground. The other two came over and turned it into a group hug. Danny let himself fall into it, holding his friends close, just happy they were all alright.
Eventually the group pulled apart. âSo is everyone alright? What happened with Dan?â Danny asked.
âVal sucked him up with the thermos,â Sam said. âWe'll probably have to think of something more permanent eventually, since he managed to escape the last one, but he's taken care of for now.â
Danny slumped in relief. âGood. That's good. Is everyone else alright?â
Val shrugged. âOther than you? Everyone is fine. Dash got a minor concussion when the bus got hit, but heâll be alright.â
Danny gave another sigh of relief. That was good to hear. âThanks guys. I appreciate your help.â
âAny time dude.â Tucker said with a smile.
Danny pulled his friends back into another hug. There was still plenty to do, at some point he would have to face his classmates, and deal with the fact that they knew both Dannyâs and Valâs secrets now. He would also have to talk to Frostbite about actually getting them home, and eventually figure out what to do about Dan.
Right now though he was just going to celebrate another fight won with his friends.
Danny laughed as a thought came to him.
âWhatâs so funny Danny?â Sam asked.
âCan you believe that all this started with a field trip to the Planetarium?â
His friends started laughing with him.
âWhat even is our lives man?â Tucker laughed.
âHey! I didnât get into nearly as much trouble before I joined you guys,â Val said. Her accusation didnât really have any teeth with how she said it through her laughter.
âAnd yet you joined us anyway,â Sam said, laughing just as hard as the other two.
Danny couldnât help the smile on his face. Yeah it had been a crazy trip, but hey, here they were, all laughing and in one piece. Still, Danny would love to hear a field trip story that could top theirs.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#ecto implosion#Danny Fentonâs Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!#my writing#my work#fanfic
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Hii, if you still write, could you do a continuation for the yandere shanks headcanons please?
I haven't done hcs for him before? I can do em now tho :) This is mostly the background idea I was working off of for my drabble but it's not super concrete
The guy is notoriously flaky. Honestly I feel like a lot of OP men are. So if you manage to catch his eye in a way that gets him to fixate on you, well... good luck lol
The idea I had for the mini fic I wrote was a civilian Mc who had managed to bargain for a ride to another island, for whatever reason. Nowhere specific, just anywhere but where you are now, and he obliges. The obsession isn't immediate, but he decides there's something about you he likes, whether your funny, charming etc. And since you aren't picky about where he drops you off, you don't question it when he doesn't let you off the next time the Red Force docks somewhere. You believe him when he cites a lack of safety, whether it's corrupt Marine presence, other pirate crews, etc.
And it's fun, anyway. Whatever reservations you had about running off with a notorious band of pirates are easily quelled. Shanks himself is so easy-going and carefree, you open up without realizing or really thinking about it. They're friendly, they invite you to join the party, and they're more than willing to show off for someone so easily impressed. Towards the end of the night, you're throwing bottles into the air, laughing as Yassop easily snipes each and every one out of the air despite everyone being drunk off their asses.
The parties are fun, the food is good, everyone is friendly and you don't think much of the casual affection given by Shanks. Arm around shoulders if he isn't using it to drink, being pulled into his side... what you do think is weird is when you come down with some sort of minor illness, and he insists you stay in his bed rather than the room they set up a cot in. Isn't there an infirmary? He tells you he just feels personally responsible. Wants you somewhere he can keep an eye on you himself. This... doesn't make much sense to you, but you relent. You are his guest after all, you don't want to be rude... Things start adding up. He's the only one who touches you so much. You start noticing the looks the others give the two of you, the way they seem to be herding you towards him... the safety excuse worked the first couple times they wouldn't let you disembark, but the 4th? 5th? 6th? Eventually you learn to stop asking, and opt to try and sneak off while they're on land- and that's when the Marine incident happens, and you learn you have a bounty.
You don't understand how. You stay below deck any time there's any sort of skirmish- and the Red Haired pirates end any conflict awfully quickly. Even if you had been spotted, loitering on deck before being ushered to safety- you doubt anyone survived long enough to speak of you, let alone get a photo. And it's not one you recognize, either. Did someone back on your island report you to the marines, when you decided to run off with a band of pirates? Did Shanks do it? That wouldn't make sense, so you think it was probably delivered by someone scornful back home...
You wake up in bed with Shanks, resting against his chest. You blink, trying to pull away, and for the first time since you've known him his stern expression is directed at you. You'd seen it when pirates or marines were spotted on the horizon, but never because of you, never at you. He finally confirms that you won't be leaving. That he doesn't intend to let you go. And you have a bounty now, anyway, for associating with him, so even if he wanted to part ways it would only endanger you. And that's when it really hits that you had gotten far too comfortable with a group of men who's jobs include the bonus of might making right, of taking whatever they want. But then again, if Shanks still decided he wanted you, having discretion wouldn't have saved you from a man like him.
Now that you know, he doesn't need to hold back anymore. Gone is the cot and room to yourself, you sleep with him. He smothers you- a hand on your hip, thumb gently rubbing. Always looming if you're on deck with him. Pulling you onto his lap to start a makeout session in full view of the others, much to your horror. He's aggravatingly casual about the whole thing, too. Seems to think the best solution to your tears is to hold you close- in reality he does know better, of course he knows it's because of him. He just doesn't care.
#asks#yandere shanks#one piece x reader#... idk if I like these a ton but I hope someone does. I think they're a little bit... idk bland sorry
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Tarquinâs face didnât so much as shift from that cold wrath. âWhen you went into the Spring Court and deceived Tamlin as well about your true nature, when you destroyed his territory ⊠You left the door open for Hybern. They docked in his harbors.â No doubt to wait for the wall to collapse and then sail south. Tarquin snarled, âIt was an easy trip to my doorstep. You did this.â ïżŒ
I could have sworn I felt Rhys flinch through the bond. But my mate said calmly, âWe did nothing. Hybern chooses its actions, not us.â He jerked his chin toward Tarquin. âMy force shall remain camped in the hills until youâve deemed the city secure. Then we will go.â
do yâall remember this scene??? i was rereading it, and i just-
the actual audacity it takes to say hybernâs responsible for his own actions as if feyre didnât literally DESTROY THE SPRING COURT. if she hadnât done that, hybernâs forced NEVER wouldâve made it inside the summer court. like, of course hybern is responsible for his actions, but like- so are they???? and they just??? wonât take accountability???
itâs so fucking annoying istg.
and donât even get me STARTED on the part in purple đż
Tarquin only said, âGet out. And take your army with you. We can hold the bay now that they donât have surprise on their side.â
thereâs this partâŠ
The Illyrian camp remained in the hills above Adriata.
AND THEN THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE.
why?? WHY???
and then there was that line before this one- đż
âShe is High Lady of the Night Court. She may do as she wishes.â
THEYâRE. IN. THE. SUMMER. COURT.
imagine the absolute nerve it takes to be the reason the summer court was invaded and then be all calm and collected like youâre dealing with a stubborn toddler when talking to the high lord of the court thatâs been ruined because of you, and then LEAVING YOUR ARMIES THERE AGAINST THE EXPLICIT ORDERS OF THEIR RULERS. the AUDACITY. the NERVE.
howwwww are these people the good guys??? how on this cursed planet is HE the one weâre supposed to root for????
itâs genuinely SO gross. like- the utter lack of respect for the summer courtâs sovereignty??? it ainât it. đ€ą
#anti sjm#anti rhysand#anti feyre#anti inner circle#anti ic#tarquin#astrababyy#i reread this and just#had to take a minute#needed to process what just happened#how do you WRITE this and think your side is the good guys#like come onnnnn#djshfndidjskak
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oh my god you gave permission to send vids and i lasted all of 30 minutes before needing to send something đ
BUT!!!
iv crying đ„șđ„șđ„ș the love for iii these last few shows has melted my heart and clearly the bands too
https://x.com/vesseltoken/status/1734391886901616999?s=46
i cannot suffer alone with this one iâm so sorry
Well, as I watch this and suffer. here, sleep token official instagrams account second to last picâŠ. Our boy AdamRosssi knows what we want, haha.
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#just. one photo of vessels hand close up hahahaha.#hihi!!!#friend Exie!!#(your new tagâ€ïž)#welp. youâve fucked me up good is what youâve done here.#(also I do not care how many asks you send me in a day ok. I mean I do think there is a limit#so like. if you hit that that might be uhhh. something haha. gosh Iâve never hit post limit before?? wow)#(oh like. tumblr has a limit on how much you can post in a day and I think thereâs a limit on asks too. if you didnât know#idk how long youâve been on tumblr now that I think about it⊠Iâm assuming a while cause I figure you used to be a trc blog but I am unsure#hahaha. I have a feeling we where/are in different sides of the trc fandom thođ€Łđ€Ł. if you didnât know I uhhh⊠used to write Ronan x Gansey#ficsđ
đ. I have some ideas for future ones too maybe but weâll see.)#so you def know about post limit and I just⊠over explained.. but now I canât delete the tags cause they lead up to trc talk#Iâm so glad the guys know we care about them. idk Iâm not very emotional#these tags.. dang. the adhd fingers strike again. *blows off my fingers like they are old timey smoking guns*
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i am. thinking about the barbie movie
#am gonna regret writing this later but. being trans is a special breed of feeling like you have to prove your masculinity#and it's extra fucked up cause whenever you feel like that you immediately feel like shit afterwards cause you know the other side and you#grew up knowing you were queer and now you feel like you're being antithetical to what the queer community is all about and the progress it#has made. like obviously [insert any number of things lol] does not make someone any less of a man. you know that and you know that you'd#never judge anyone else by that standard but at the same time clearly you still fucking believe in it since you judge yourself by it and#what if you're just judging other people unconsciously#and this ties back in to the movie cause the end w ken also rebrought up the question of 'do i actually want a romantic relationship or do#just feel like i *should* have one' and i'm kind of leaning towards the second option. bc it feels Good but in like.. i don't even know how#to describe it. like it's what i should be doing but not because *i* actually want to personally?#and i know that whatever kind/amount of attraction i have is bi but whenever i imagine the kind of relationship that would feel most 'right#(in that weird way) it's always w a girl. which is literally fucking just the beginning of these tags restated. bc that feels like the thin#i 'should' be doing as a guy (lmfaooo mistyped that as gay đ) n i think the 'this feels right' is literally just gender euphoria which#again is fucking stupid as a shit bc obviously liking girls is not more masculine than liking guys and ofc i don't actually believe that#but then clearly i fucking DO because why the hell else would i feel that way for myself#anyway gonna go play in traffic đ dear god please hit me with a bus. thanks
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What the fuck it cut off my tags, whatever
I do deserve a treat :( Thank you <3
sorry for ranting, also sorry half the rant was cut off
this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert
#Well see he wrote dune and some young men are super into his work because of it but then they do something stupid like make me read#soul catcher and then complain when I didn't like it right before bitching I couldn't get through helstrom's hive#and like I never want to disparage something that someone I love is super into but oh my god are they dismissive of anything I like or very#superficially lip service encouraging with no actual engagement and then get super pissy that I don't think frank herbert is a genius#But they'll act like I can't have that opinion until I have read whichever books of his that they personally think are good examples#but like no... He's a bad author#sorry#you ever read someone's work and get the sense you would fundamentally disagree as people?#like you would just find them viscerally off putting and they'd have an automatically low opinion of you for no good reason?#and also get the nagging sense that they'd be bad at sex or in a relationship?#Anyway Frank Herbert DNI#Like read the books -I- like before forming your opinions ffs play myst games and then tell me what you actually think of them#stop demanding that I live up to your expectations or wants or engage with you in a one sided way I break up with people for doing that#also when I tell a partner about something I am writing or working on and their first words to me is "oh you should check out _______'s wor#as if to say this person is already doing that and probably doing it better instead of engaging with me over my _own_ ideas as a way to#shut the conversation down and stop having it#makes me want to scream#like if they were just making recommendations based on what I like I wouldn't take it that way#but they do this thing where the more I keep trying to engage over what I am working on the more they just keep repeating#âYou should REALLY check out _________â [it's often something by Neil Gaiman or something similar in tone] as a way to shut down#having to continue the interaction that's when it reads like they are telling me to see what the greats have done with the idea#before I bother trying to do something that seems similar to them or try to bother them with it#I feel like that's a pet peeve about young nerdy menTM that only comes up when you are an afab writer#the inherent assumption and attitude that your every idea and project is derivative and not worth engaging with earnestly#and worse they seem to learn from each other that this is HOW you SHOULD respond to your partner sharing their writing ideas with you#to start listing off the talents that have already done something that seems similar... *screaming* I'm sure trans women get it to actually#just anyone socially interpreted as a woman who creates in nerd spaces#well I'm a man now and I don't date so whatever#but a guy doing this to me became a massive red flag because the underlying attitude was always a base level of contempt for me#and inability to see me as a fully intelligent and rational peer
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okay hear me outâŠ. reverse hybrid au⊠with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because heâs so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and theyâre is shocked at how itâs like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna đ
IâVE GOT IT?
Synopsis: Youâre head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?
Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna
Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader
Notes: Iâm really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers
âMiss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasnât urgent.â
âI donât specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?â
You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, thereâs three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didnât want to do.
âSukuna is out of control, heâs already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with himâ
âAnd I should be the sixth?â You say with a quirk of your brow.
They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that youâll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.
âLike I said, my stance on this wonât change.â
Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: âIâll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.â
Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever theyâre against but youâve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.
The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: âto let him know you donât have anything on you.â As they put it.
They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you arenât afraid and find out whatâs been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!
You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, itâs like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. Youâve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.
Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. Itâs warm.
You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. Itâs not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.
Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce youâre coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.
Sukuna is big, heâs a big man compared to all the other hybrids, heâs brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: heâs warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.
You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.
âYouâre making trouble- why is that?â You say while looking through his dresser.
âYouâre being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.â He threatens harshly.
âIf you harm me Iâll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and Iâm assuming you donât want to go back.â
The room goes eerily silent like heâs making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.
Oh⊠the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldnât tell or try to track his cycle?
âYou in heat big guy?â
âNo-â
âSuch a liar, Iâm not here to make fun of you, Iâm here to make sure you get proper help.â
âThe only way Iâll get proper help is if I fuck someone.â So damn blunt you think to yourself.
He continues speaking: âI think you know they wonât allow that though.â
âWould you like some toys? I can request that for you.â
âUseless.â
You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see heâs not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.
You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.
Heâs hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.
Sukuna doesnât waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if itâs the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.
Heâs ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation heâs felt for a while, his hand doesnât compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before heâs pushing up against you again.
Heâs producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.
âSmells so good⊠really good.â âMhhhphmmm-â heâs now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.
You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isnât going to bite you: killing you in the process.
He doesnât do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While heâs busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal itâs been a while since youâve had a cock, especially a cock his size.
You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what youâre doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isnât gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?
âNhhhnn.. fuck-..â this doesnât deter him because heâs sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesnât wait to bounce you back on him, you canât comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.
Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like youâre the damn sex tox heâs been given, one he wasnât gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.
You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where heâs latched on in droves. Heâs far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.
By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, heâs not even hard anymore he just canât stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. Heâs made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.
Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he wonât let you move even an inch.
He begins sucking on your nipples, theyâre definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.
After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He wonât let you have a moments peace.
Even when you tell him youâre extremely busy heâs having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!
As his mate youâre meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful heâs even letting you leave the nest.
You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.
Theyâre all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.
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is that right? â mattheo riddle.
summary:Â both your parents had set up an arranged marriage. you both simply tolerated it for the most part, as it really was in the best interest for your respective families. over the year, you started to really develop feelings for each other - especially in wanting to expand the family name.
pairing:Â mattheo x fem! reader
warnings:Â jealousy, smut like literal major baby making so there is unprotected p in v and creampie, so breeding!kink, oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, choking, gagging, slight bondage, almost public but not really?, cock warming... maybe slight daddy/mommy stuff naturally?. i think that's pretty much it fluff at the end. he is rough but talks you through it, praise!kink.
note:Â this is my first time ever writing smut...omg i almost didnt finish writing this LOL i had to stop midway then I had the post clarity and that shameful feeling HAHAHAH
word count: 7.5k
(slightly not really proofread...again)
reblogs & comments are appreciated! i hope you have fun!! tell me what you think!
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Both your parents had set up an arranged marriage for after you and Mattheo graduated from Hogwarts. You've been married for over a year now, living in a manor that housed both families. There was definitely some tension occurring, recently youâve both started to further develop feelings. At first you tolerated your union as his family wanted to continue with a strong and pure bloodline, and your family simply wanted protection.Â
You were sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair when Mattheo walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel around his waist. He gave you a smug look, heading to the walk-in closet, dropping the towel and slipping on his underwear, his back turned to you. You wouldnât help but press your thighs together at the sight of him, you quickly return to brush the knots from your hair.Â
From the vanity mirror you look at his chiseled back muscles. He still looks as good as the first day you met him. You had the luck on your side for that, at least the partner in your arranged marriage was good lookingâŠyet you craved having a chance to fall in love organically. You could count on a single hand how many times you and Mattheo had been physically intimate.Â
Mattheo put on a shirt and grey sweats, shit, before walking out of the closet to approach you. âIâve heard from your parents that youâve been talking to another guy at work?â he says calmly but firmly.
You thought about it for a second, âCharlie? Yeah, heâs in training.â After graduating Hogwarts you were able to quickly land a job with the M.O.M. while mattheo stuck with DADâŠaka the familyâŠbusiness. I moved on to rub body oil on my legs and arms, not looking at him.
He tried to not pay any attention to you as you moved your hands in tight little circles. Mattheo would love a good massage right about now too, he took a step back and sat on his side of the massive bed, âand what do you talk to him about?â
âI mean,â you scoff at him, âMattheo, itâs just training protocols. Showing him around the work area, how to do things, where things are at. Not much else to it than that.â
He clenched his jaw, he couldnât deny that he had an attraction to you, but he always told himself to ignore it, âthatâs it?â
âYes, thatâs it.â You stood up from the vanity, clicking closed the boy oil. Setting it down where it belonged, you enjoyed having a tidy space. You sat on your side of the bed.
He looked at the way your hips swayed in your night dress as you walked to your side. You turned your head to look back at him. He looked so tense, âI hope youâre not lying.â
You stayed quiet, of course he wouldnât trust me. You had never given him a reason not to even before the start of this arrangement, so it annoyed you when he doubted you. That might just be his nature though. You slid into the satin bed sheets, they were nice and cool to the touch, much needed after a long day at work. You turned your bedside lamp off, encasing your both in darkness. Mattheo laid beside you, he usually took to his side, but tonight he was feeling a bit off so he wanted to be close to you. Not making physical contact but enough to where you notice his warm body.Â
You kept your eyes open, your back turned away from him, what was he doing? He never slept so close to you. After a long period of silence you spoke up, feeling brave because it was dark. You wouldnât see his expression and he wouldnât see yours, âare you jealous, Mattheo?â
He sneered at the question, as if the idea of him being jealous was a crime, âof course not. Iâm just concerned that youâre doing something you shouldnât be.â There was a small hint of jealousy in his voice, he hated to admit it but he didnât like the idea of you with another man.
âI might have not had a choice, but I donât plan to step out of this marriage. You have nothing to worry about.â You tried to scoot closer to the edge of the bed, trying to build distance from him, âI wish I could say the same with youâŠand your assistant.â
His face looked offended, but you couldn't see it, you could hear it in his voice, trying to keep it cool. âMy assistant? Youâre the only one that is allowed in my office.â
âThatâs not what Draco told me.â Mattheo was able to recruit Draco back into the business. Draco was nice to you, he was like a brother figure. Your families were close. They would have arranged a marriage with him instead, but his mother decided against it. She believed in falling in love, and making the choice Dracoâs. âHe warned me to never let you go on any work trips or work late over time. He doesnât trust your assistant. Draco told me she wants to take any opportunity to have you alone, where no one can see you two.â
Mattheo gritted his teeth as he listened to you. He didnât appreciate that Draco was telling you things about him, in fact was pissed. He sat up in bed, turning on his bedside lamp. He looked at you with furious eyes, âDraco has no idea what heâs talking about. My work assistant wouldnât do such things!â That was a lie and he knew it.
âI trust Draco. Donât you speak ill of him. Why are you defending her?! YOUâRE the one who should be telling me that you wouldnât do such things with her!â You couldnât help your own jealousy come forth, you nearly fell off the bed.
He grabbed your arm to pull you back on the bed. Mattheo spoke with a calm and firm voice, âyou have my word that I have never, nor will i ever, do such things with my assistant. No other woman can have me the way you do.â He admitted with a smirk, grabbing your chin and lifting it up so your gaze would be on him only.
You didnât thank him for catching you, but you were glad he did. You lost your concentration for a split second at his admission. You regained yourself, âfire her then.â
He laughed at your demand, âfire my assistant?â A wicked thought passed through it. He could use this to his advantage to make you feel jealous, test the water on how you felt about him, âWhy would I do that? She helps me.â
You crossed your arms, âyou have three choices.â You count up with your fingers, âYou either fire her. Let me choose an assistant for yourself. Or you hire me to be your new assistant.â
He raised his eyebrow at your offers, but still kept his cool, He didnât want to show how turned on he was by how demanding you were being at the moment, âyouâre giving me an ultimatumâŠâ he smirked slightly, âand you think Iâll just do as you demand?â
âYou better mattheo. If you donât want to take it for purely my sake, do it for your bloodline.â I rolled my eyes. Fighting back the blush, thinking one day I will carry his child.Â
He groaned at the mention of the family purity, âis that right?â he said in a frustrated tone, âyou know as well as I do that this marriage is a duty to our families.â He sighed. âVery well, iâll take you up on your offer, be my new assistant.â
Your eyes grew wide. You didnât actually expect him to take that choice, far as you could tell he enjoyed being away from you even if it was at work. âIâll call my work in the morning. See? Not so bad that I was training Charlie, he can take my place.â You tried to read his face before laying back down, this time closer to the center of the bed.
He turned off his lamp again, âlet it be done. But remember, as my new assistant, I won't go easy on you.â He teased, there was a small smile on his face he couldnât straighten out.
You reached out to pinch his ear, âdonât let it get to your head. Iâm still your equal as your wife. Donât forget about that.â You turned your back to him once again, closing your eyes.
His smile only got bigger at how fierce you were being, he must have struck a chord. He has never seen you so jealous. âYes, yes⊠of course my love.â he mocked in a quiet voice as he inched closer to you, laying by your side. Not making much contact, but enough to tease you. You rolled your eyes, he only ever used pet names to tease you. You wanted them to mean something. You remembered the way he came out of the shower, you thought about his wide shoulders, his collar bones.. You scoot your ass closer to his hips. Two can play at that game.
Mattheoâs breath hitched, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
âIâm trying to sleep. Goodnight.â
He was so close to snapping at you, but he didnât want to take the bait, ânight.â
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The next morning you woke up early to call and explain why you were leaving the ministry. You had to come up with a solid unsuspecting excuse. Mattheoâs family would not be too happy with it, being their spy and all, but if it meant my marriage could be successful, so be it.Â
You were at the dining room table, it was empty. Everyone in the manor wouldnât wake up for another half hour or so. Yet there was Mattheo in his black suit, âmorning.â He found it amusing you were already ready for the day. He looked you up and down, a wave of lust surged through him. He thought you looked quite lovely, he almost said it outloud but resisted the urge.
âGood morning Mr. Riddle, sir.â You stood up, pulling his seat out. You rolled my eyes, but smiled sweetly at him, âIâm ready for my first day.â
He chuckled softly at how polite you were being, âare you now? And what are you looking forward to most today?â
One of the maids came by to set mattheoâs breakfast down. I smiled at her and waited until she left before continuing, âSir, I'm looking forward to you firing your current assistant⊠in front of me.â You batted your lashes at him. Knowing you were going to meet her for the first and last time, you took extra care in how you looked.
âYou really want to witness her losing her job, don't you?â He bit the corner of his mouth.Â
âShe should have watched the way she was acting with you, if she really cared about her job security.â Our blended family began to slowly trickle into the dining room, you laid a hand on Mattheoâs shoulder. you kissed his head. We made the appearance of a blissful marriage around them, not wanting a rift to occur between the families, âI'll meet you at the car in 15, darling.â
He tried his hardest to maintain his facade as you kissed him and left. He again watched you walk away, your perfect figure made his body tingle with desire once more. He excused himself from the table.
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Mattheo turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt first to get out so he could open your door, âare you ready, my dear?â he questioned though he knew the answer. He didnât think there would be any hesitation from you in regards to what was about to happen.
You nodded, straightening out your skirt. You followed him into the building. You felt uneasy to be around so many people who have caused harm and were plotting to do more. At least your family was safe, as long as you were with the Riddles.
Mattheo noticed and held your hand as he led you to his office, âNothing is going to happen to you.â He offered you a chair in front of his desk before going around to sit at the main chair.
You couldnât help but smile, you let it drop just as quick too. Itâs all just part of the agreement. If something were to happen to you, poof~ there goes the bloodline.Â
âGood morning, Mattheo.â A woman with a sickly sweet, sickly high pitched voice said with the entry.
He gave her a brief glimpse, he could already tell he would get a headache. His assistant was wearing a tight fitting top with a ridiculously short skirt, she was pouring him a cup of coffee.
You watched as his eyes followed her, gripping tightly at the chairâs arm. Draco was right, no one in their right mind would think of dressing that skimpy for work, if they were truly just there to get shit done. âItâs Mr. Riddle to you.â You said taking your left hand to your chin, making sure your wedding ring was up and front ready to gawk at.
Mattheo looked at you, he loved the way your demeanor was changing. He could see the jealous and possessive energy oozing off of you. He found it quite intriguing, a part of him wanted to test your limits. He reached out to accept the cup of coffee from his assistant, âis it just like how I like it?â âYes Mr. Riddle. Just how you like itâ she said, leaning over to him, finishing the stir. This made her skirt even tighter and her breasts were there to peep into.
You stared at Mattheo hard, expecting him to say something to the woman. He felt you, he had to admit he also was quite displeased at how his assistant behaved around him, but it was all fun and game.
âNow, what do I have scheduled for today?â
Before the woman could answer you interrupted. âI know one thing you have scheduled, Mattheo.â You tapped your foot. You needed her gone. Now. Draco - youâll have to thank him at the next dinner party. You should have done something sooner. You canât believe your husband was letting this slut work around him, dictating what he did by the hour.
Mattheoâs eyebrows slightly rose in surprise, he was a bit caught off guard at your interruption. He was so amused by how impatient you had become.
âWell we do have a meeting to go with the Boyles in an hour, can this wait?â His assistant said puffing her chest out to make it appear larger. You hated that she said we instead of you. That bitch. You got up from your seat, going around the desk to stand behind Mattheo. You snaked both arms over his shoulders and down his chest.
He held back a groan as your soft touch distracted his thoughts for a moment. He loved that you were making it clear he was yours. He snapped out of it when he remembered he was still in the presence of his assistant so he looked back at her, all the mock gone from his voice, âiâll be quick⊠Youâre fired. You're no longer needed here.â
The blood drained out of the womanâs face, her shoulderâs immediately fell. You gave her a fake condolences look.
âW-wuh why? What did I do? Is this because of the office party last week? It wonât happen again, it was wildly inappropriate.â She composed herself, taking a stab at you with the last portion. You brought your hands to Mattheoâs shoulders and squeezed hard slowly, as to not bring attention to the action.
His eyes darkened, âYou knew the rules. My father specifically told you when you started not to try anything with me. But even after making it clear, you still chose to try and make a move on me at my own party.â His voice was deep, hiding the amusement that lay underneath.
Even though you hated the confession, you couldn't help but appreciate Mattheoâs honesty. You lessened the grip on his shoulders, rubbing out the part you dug in your nails as a way of saying thank you.
âI was so drunk Mr. Riddle. Iâm terribly sorry. I really need this job. I thought you were needing something elseâŠI thought you werenât getting pleased right. Mattheo, I'm sorry donât fire me.â You wanted to scream as she pleaded. You can hear the poison off the back of her tongue. Seriously, that Bitch! With that comment you returned to dig your nails into Mattheo.
âMy needs are none of your concern.â Mattheo spat at her, but she was right. He has been craving a certain kind of touch for far too long now. He did enjoy a good begging, no matter who it came from, but he wasnât going to go against his marriage.Â
You felt him hold your left hand, flipping it so that both the back of your hands were facing the woman, he was showing your matching rings, âI am perfectly happy in my marriage.â You couldnât help but wonder if he meant that, or if it was just for show. I was happy too wasnât I?
The woman looked at your hands that were pressed together, despite her disappointment, she knew there was nothing she could do so she bit her tongue and nodded in response. You watched her every movement, as she collected herself. She still didnât bother pulling down her skirt or buttoning up her shirt, it was as if she still wanted Mattheo to see what he would have missed out on. To leave this image with him as a parting gift.
He simply stared at the clock, âyou have three minutes to collect your things before security arrives to escort you out of the building. Do not leave anything behind because it will be incinerated. My father will deal with your severanceâŠif he gives you anything. Especially after I tell him why I had to fire you.â
She turned to the door, stole a glance back at Mattheo, and left the room. You stayed put behind Mattheo. You didnât want him to see your face just yet. You needed to cool down.Â
He groaned loudly and leaned back into your touch, rubbing a hand over his face, âI donât even know why I kept her for so long. She wasnât even that good at her jobâ he smirked, still wanting to test you.
âDonât play stupid, I know I won't. Clearly there was something going on!â You scoffed, âto think you were getting so mad at Draco for warning me!â
He took your hand pulling you over to sit on his lap, âthere was absolutely nothing going on. I didnât ask her for anything outside of work related things. I would have never let her touch me, she thought I was unhappy in our marriage.â
âWhy would she think you were unhappy hmm? Why was she assuming, letâs be honest, she assumed correctly that you werenât getting needs met. How were you acting with her, tell me now.â You couldnât help but feel like a little girl on his lap, a little girl who was throwing a tantrum for not wanting to share a beloved stuffed animal.
He rested his chin on your shoulder as he spoke into your ear, âit was probably because I was often short tempered with her, but I promise it was mostly due to her not doing her job correctly.â His lips brushed against your neck.
Yeah that kind of sounds like Mattheo, he liked things done a certain way, and he didnât like when it veered off the track. But then again, even in school he was a massive flirt. So how much was the tension between the two due to his short temper and how much was his charm?Â
âSheâs not worth even a moment of your thought.â He mumbled against your ear, sending a shiver down to your core. He placed a gentle kiss right under your jaw. His hands ran down your thighs, squeezing ever so lightly.
You let out a faint moan, âMattheoâŠâ You couldnât remember exactly the last time you were like this, it was very rare. While in school, you remembered how everyone wanted him. He allowed them to play games with him, he loved to toy with them too. But the girls knew, they ultimately knew they had no chance ending up with him. Our arranged marriage wasnât a secret.Â
He continued to press kisses over your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking gently on your skin, enjoying the way your body responded to his touch. He grabbed one leg and forced you to face him, your knees now on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He then wordlessly cast a spell on the door with his wand, so it wouldnât be opened. He didnât even look at the door, he didnât need to carefully aim. You could feel your core getting embarrassingly wet at the simple gesture. âMattheo, we shouldnât..â you panted.Â
âMaybe youâre rightâŠâ He responded, though he didnât stop his ministrations. He captured your lips with his, kissing you hungrily as he pressed his body against yours. His hands exploring over your body.Â
You let your hands go up the back of his neck, tugging at his dark curls. They were so soft and velvety. Fuck. He felt so good, you could feel him press against yourself. You forgot how big he was, you wanted to just dry hump him to feel satisfied with yourself right now. You couldnât bring yourself to it, you tried to speak between his hasty sloppy kisses, âMattyâŠyou do have a meeting soon.â
He loosened his grip ever so slightly, âthen do your job. and cancel. it.â He said through gritted teeth, planting kisses on your collarbone. Without looking he pulled his phone closer to you. He hoped you would make the right choice.
You nodded shifting in his lap, earning a groan. What a start to my new job. âWhatâs the extension to Boyleâs assistant?â You grabbed the receiver trying to hold it and keep your breath steady. Mattheo whispered it against your ear lobe. You grew impatient once more as you continued to hear it ring on the other end. Câmon answer.
âHello, how may I direct your call?â
âHi umâ you looked down at Mattheoâs sweet brown eyes that were following you, pleading with yours, you tried to get him to pause with his lip exploration for a second, âIâm Mr. Riddlesâ new assistant - we..I..we..sorry he needs toâ damn ..girl I NEED TO! Mattheo muffled his own giggle with his hand. Enjoying how you kept messing up, obviously your mind has started to get clouded.
âY/N/N?â The woman on the other receiver said, your old nickname from school.
âOh my god, Daphne? Hey! I didnât recognize your voiceâŠ!â
He watched you with slight amusement.
Daphne started to ramble on about how she started at this job, on any other day you would have totally loved to entertain her and catch up. You got along very well, but you cut her off as she explained, âum Daphne, we should go out for some coffee soon, we can talk then. Itâs just that Mattheo needs the meeting with the Boyles rescheduled.â
âOh..okay..is everything alright? It was an important meetingâŠâ
Not as important as this.
âEverything is fine, is there a different time we can meet? Push it back a couple more hours?â You looked over at his schedule that his previous slut of an assistant left. You both ended up agreeing on a later time, you quickly thanked her and said goodbye. You clicked the receiver down, putting the do not disturb on for good measure too.Â
âWhere were we?â you shyly said, looking at his eyes that were gleaming with desire and excitement.
âI was thinking we could restart from here..â He readjusted you back on his lap, slipping a hand under your skirt skimming along the line of your panty.Â
You missed his touch, his hands could sometimes be so cold to the touch that they felt like they left a burning trail. He pulled back slightly, picking you up by your ass to set you down on the edge of his desk. He used his hands to open your legs wider, ever so gently âIs it okay if I touch you right here?â you were already nodding before he finished, âUse your words with me. Do you want me to touch you here?â He padded his thumb against your core, still over your panties. âYes Mattheo, please please touch me.âÂ
âThatâs my girl.â He smiled proudly, he could already feel the want and need pouring off of you, and it was driving him equally if not more insane. He pushed your skirt up higher, revealing yourself to him. Ran his hands over your hips massaging them as you had done the night before. They felt so soft and squishy.Â
You couldnât help but throw your head back, leaning on your forearms. You moved your head forward to look at him when he retracted his hands. He had sat back down in his chair, admiring how he had you. You felt like you were under a microscope, to be so exposed. You tried pressing your legs back together.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, âdonât hide. Let me see you.â he pushed your knees back apart to regain his view. He pulled your dominant hand forward, he also leaned forward so you could touch the side of his face, âshow me how you please yourself.â He watched with a hungry expression, clearly enjoying how you blushed and got flustered. Mattheo gently rubbed his thumb along your burning cheek softly, then traced it against your bottom lip asking for entry, âthereâs no need to be shy with me, my love.â His voice was sweet and soft, âI promise I wont judge you, you are my wife after all.â
You let his thumb go into your mouth. You sucked on it, not once breaking eye contact, âshit y/n, thatâs my pretty princess.â with his free hand he slid underneath his own pants and readjusted himself into a comfortable position. He took your dominant hand once more, putting it over your core. âShow me.â
You hesitated again to make a move on yourself, Mattheo pulled his thumb out of your mouth so he could wrap his hand around your neck, âdonât make me say it again.â
Oh my shit. âSorryâ you managed to choke out through his alternating grip intensity. You went over your panties to play yourself. You were so wet. Your hand was shaking with nerves as you rubbed over your entrance, letting your slick arousal coat them before moving them between your folds and finally at your clit. Mattheo was looking down at your movements. The hand that wasnât around your neck, he helped by holding your panties out of the way, âso pretty, youâre glistening.â
âYou..you have this effect on me Matty. This is all for you.â
âGood, youâre mine.â He choked you hard then lessened it once more, âand i'm yours.â He kissed you again before watching you play with yourself. You kept rubbing your clit for him. He let go of your neck, you felt your blood rush back to your brain. Mattheo unbuttoned your top, unclasped your bra and started to play with your breasts. Alternating and teasing each nipple. âSo perfect.â He grinned against your nipples, biting it and blowing cool air on it. You yelped and he covered your mouth, âshhh.â He unlatched himself from you and sat down. He rubbed himself through his pants before undoing his belt. His eyes never left your wet core, it was purring for him.
He let out a small sign, laughing. You felt insecure for a split second, âwhat?â
âNothing..youâre just doing..it wrongâ
âHuh?â
âHere let me help you, princess. Iâll show you how I'd do it.â he moved his chair closer, moving your hand away. He just rubbed the middle and ring finger along your heat, it grant him a moan, ây/n, as much as I love hearing you like this. Youâve gotta stay quiet.â
You bit your lip hard, âIâll try Mattheo but..â
âNone of that, you must do as I say.â he gently inserted one finger inside you, curling it up against your wall. You moaned louder. He whipped his single digit out, âyouâre so needy, even with a single finger? Sweet Salazar, what am I going to do with you? Youâre hopeless.â He let out a haughty laugh.
âBaby..please.â You watched him stand up, taking his belt off the loops of his pants. You thought he was finally doing to give you what you wanted most, but instead he just wrapped it around your head, tightening it around your mouth, closing it.
âIâm really sorry I have to do this baby girl, but you just wont keep your mouth shut.â He wasnât a bit sorry, you can tell by how he looked down at the sight of you. He was actually quite pleased. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, it was a sharp contrast to the leather belt wrapped around your mouth. Seeing you like this was beyond his wildest dreams, gagged before him. Mattheo sat back down continuing where he left off, but this time he inserted two of his fingers. He didnât allow you to adjust to them. The belt indeed muted your cry. It hurt, you didnât dare use two of your own fingers on yourself, and here he was with hands that were twice the size of yours.
âYouâre doing so well for me, princess.â He whispered, inserting his fingers all the way and pulling them out the same. You felt a tear running down your cheek. He began to rhythmically curve them when they were inside you. The pain was quickly subdued with pleasure. You laid back on the desk arching yourself so he could go in deeper, âso now you want more huh?â
Still fingering you, he went back to suck on your nipples. He towered over you, you shook your head, âwhat is it?â He looked at your concern. You looked at his fully clothed body, wrapping your hand around his tie. You were naked, apart from your skirt, but it was so bunched up at your hips it didnât matter. You couldnât be the only one bare right now, you want to see his body, âhow are you still bossy with your mouth shut?â He laughed, pushing your hand away, ânews flash, Iâm your boss now. You donât tell me what to do.â
Despite his words, he did take off his tie first, wrapping it around your wrists, goddammit, before taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt only half way. You could look at his chest that was peaking. You felt yourself drool against the belt.
He sat back down and continued to finger you relentlessly. He pulled out and tasted his fingers, âtoo bad youâre gagged. I would have liked you to taste yourself. At least I have your cunt to myself.â he welcomed himself into you again. He slowly ran his warm tongue up your slit, stopping at your clit. He did this a couple of times. It was so agonizing. Your eyes were bobbing around unable to stay open. With your hands tied you were still able to hold his head down to stop and focus on your clit.
Mattheo would have swatted your hands away, but he needed your touch as well. He wanted to make you feel amazing, he wanted you to forget your name and only respond to âwifeâ. But god did he also just want to already bury his cock deep inside you to feel some relief. He needed to be patient.
Your breath began to get shallow and unsteady. He groaned against your clit, your pussy was repeatedly clenching around his fingers, indicating you were close.Â
His lips curled devilishly, he was thinking about denying your orgasm. He only wanted you to cum on his cock and nothing else. The only reason why he didnât is because he loved the taste of you too much to stop, âyou can do it, doll. Come for me let me taste it.â
You began to shake and grab a fist full of curls as you came. He gradually slowed down, helping you ride out your orgasm. You felt so relaxed.
He looked so full of himself. He pulled his face away from you, his lips were red and swollen from his own work. Mattheo held up his right hand, the one that was fingering you, you could see the wetness on it.Â
With his clean hand he pulled down his pants and underwear in one quick motion. Rubbing his cock with his right hand, letting your cum wet it. He used two fingers to beacon you over, before he realized you couldnât move. He left your wrists still tied, and pulled you forward onto your feet. âLook me in the eye, princess. Do you promise to be quiet now?âÂ
You could only nod. That was enough for him, because he had other plans to occupy your mouth. He removed the belt around your mouth. With your still bonded hands you wiped the spit around your mouth, âGod, damn.â
He laughed, âI don't remember being called God before, but you can't continue with its use.âÂ
Before you could reply with something snarky, he pushed you down onto your knees and had the tip of his cock at your lips, âSorry, I canât actually trust you to be quiet, so open wide and take it.â
You obeyed. Though you could only take nearly half of it before it started your gag reflex, âi love that sound baby,â he signed, âis it too big for you?â He didnât really care for an answer, of course it was. It would have just inflated his ego more.Â
âCâmon and let me in more.â slobber just kept going down your chin and onto your breasts. He bucked his hips at the sight, âyouâre so fucking pretty.â Mattheo gathered your hair into two bunches, using them as handlebars. He was straight throat fucking you at this point. You began to feel faint, and he saw it too, so he pulled his cock all the way out allowing you to breathe. âYouâre doing so good.â He kissed you on the lips, using his shirt to help clean your chin.
You were just about to say thank you when he reinserted his cock into your mouth. You pull your head back and he actually allows you. With your bound hands you stroke the portion of his cock that you couldnât take in, pumping it. Admiring the veins running down it . You wrap your lips around his lip, swirling your tongue around. His precum was like a classified drug to you, it was so delicious. You kept at your pace wanting more to come out, âyouâre obsessedâ Mattheo pointed out thrilled.
âTalk to me, loveâ He touched your ear lobe.Â
You spoke to him with his cock still in your mouth, so it slurred your speech, âyob ase sâ gob.âÂ
He chuckled but groaned with the vibrations your voice made, âwhat was that?â
You stopped sucking, âyou taste so good!â you smile at him. This brought him to his knees, literally he kneeled beside you, he removed the tie around your wrists rubbing them for you. Both your eyes are on the same level now.
âYou really are beautiful.â He said causing you to blush. âDonât turn all shy on me now, princess.â he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear in a soft gesture. âWeâre far from being shy with each other right now.â Mattheo kissed you.
âI just like hearing you say that, my king.â
With a voice filled with affectionate warmth, âwhen you call me that it makes me want to keep you by my side forever, my precious princess.â He began to kiss you harder, âI want to keep you forever.â He pushed his soft side out of the way and pushed you onto your knees in front of him You arched your back so your ass was in the air, âthis is what you fucking teased me with last night.â
You laughed, âyeah I know.â
âSo you wanted this bad huh?â
âYess Matty I want you.âÂ
He admired the scene in front of him. He kneaded your ass, biting it and making your cry again. âDonât make me use the belt again.â
âIâm sorry, Iâll be quiet now.â You cupped your own mouth. You saw his jacket on the floor and took it under your head.
âYouâre so obedient, it's very good. How havenât I bred you sooner? I want you pregnant with the next Riddle heir.â He ran a hand slowly over your back, gently but possessively.
âI have actually been thinking the same thing. My body is ready for your seed, im..im ready for it.â
When you agreed with his wish it only made something in him pop, something shifted in Mattheoâs eyes. The hunger and desire growing.Â
He spat out at your spread exposed pussy, as if it wasnât already sopping wet. He just liked the idea of having his bodily fluids in you. He rubbed his full length on the outside of your slit, teasing you, âyou think your tiny pussy can take my cock better than your mouth?â
ShitâŠactually that was an honest question. The few times you tried already, you were only able to take in 3/4th of his length before tearing and asking him to stop. Plus you both havenât fucked in a long while, âMatty, Iâll try by bestâŠâ you sounded a little uneased.Â
He pulls on your arm turning you to look behind at him, âWe don't have to rush this. But I promise iâll make it good for you if you let me. Youâre my wife and you will be the mother of my children soon enough.â He let go of you, bending over to kiss your shoulder blades, biting them roughly before going to your ear, âIâll try to take it slow, but I really need you to take all of me in, darling. I need my seed to make it directly into your womb. I donât want it to possibly drip out. You can do it.â
You moaned at his words of encouragement, you will try your best. He continued to stroke your hair, âlisten to me: youâre my everything. And I won't let you get hurt, okay?â He kissed your temple, âif it is too unbearable, just tell me and I'll stop. Nothing is more important to me than your comfort and trustâŠbut I do want you to give me a baby. A couple of them.â He laughed like his usual self, âso please try hard to take me like a good girl.âÂ
You pulled at his hair harshly, âjust fuck me Riddle.â with that he slapped your ass leaving a red welt in the shape of his hand and squeezing it to lengthen the pain, âatta girlâ. He finger fucked you a little bit more before realigning the tip of his dick to your hole.Â
You closed your eyes, and he began to press into you. It wasn't so bad, actually it already felt amaz - -- okay nevermind. He felt you squeeze around him, and he stopped to reassess the situation, âplease princess, let me in.â
âMatty I donâtâŠI dont think I canâ you gripped onto his jacket for dear life.
âYou can and you will.â He reached over to rub your clit, it helped relax you and he kept sinking deeper and deeper in you. You bit the jacket. It was a crazy mix of pain and pleasure.
âThere we go.â he was satisfied, he was finally balls deep inside you, âsee I knew you could do it.â He stayed still trying to let your pussy try to adjust around him, âyouâre so fucking tight. Actually, I was having second thoughts, but here we are.â He said proudly kissing your neck from behind.
âYouâre so fucking huge Mattheo, youâre too good to me.âÂ
âI adore youâ he whispered, âthereâs no one else like you. YouâreâŠyouâre the love of my life. Both our parents saw that before we did. They knew we were meant for each other when they arranged our marriage.â He groaned as you squeezed him purposefully this time.
âI love you Mattheo. I do.â You manage, your words felt true to each other. With a tender grip he starts to move his hips slowly away from you only to slam back in. Watching your face for any sign you wanted him to stop but all he got was a smile and, âIâll give you as many children as you want.â
Without proper warning he quickened his pace holding you face down to the floor. You closed your eyes tightly, locking your jaw. You inhaled his smell through his jacket. Pain was being replaced with a pleasurable numbness. Your brain was going utterly stupid, âmake me pregnant Mattheo. Let me make you into a proper daddy.âÂ
He chuckled at that, âfucking take my dick then. Iâll make you the most beautiful mommy there is. You're such a good wife and I know youâll be the best mother to my children.â
Mattheo pressed his hand just under your belly button, he took one of your hands and pressed it there with you, âcan you feel my cock, darling? You can feel it through your tummy.â
âYes I can. I feel so full.â You moan.
His grunt and thrusts began to get sloppy, his balls slapping against your clit. It made you roll your eyes behind your head, âprincess, I thinkâŠâÂ
âMe too, let's cum together. Let's mix ourselves more.â You raised your ass higher, tilting it ignoring the back pain you were getting.
âIâm going to fill you up even more,â he whimpered, his voice faltering as if he was about to cry, âdon't let anything drip out. Take it all in okay?â You nodded, holding your head up and twisting it so uncomfortably around to the side so you can watch him release himself into you. What a sight for sore eyes.Â
His curls were plastered onto his forehead with sweat, his cheeks were flushed. Mattheoâs eyes looked back at your eyes with a longing you haven't seen before, âI love you Y/N. thank you thank you thank you.â He began to repeat, as he shot a large load into you. He was right, you could feel your tummy grow already. You followed shortly after, squeezing and milking his cock out more.
His breath was coming out in ragged gasps as he came down from his climax. His body was trembling, but he held you tightly. His face buried in the crook of your neck, âthat was incredible.â He looked at you with adoration and contentment, âyouâve given me everything iâve ever wanted. Thank you.â
âThank you for choosing me after all.â
Mattheo was about to pull out, but you didnât allow him. You pulled at his shirt, making him spoon you on the floor. You wanted to warm his cock, but also use it to continue plugging in his cum inside of you, to be marinated. You told him this too, and he flushed, âhey you said we wouldnât be getting shy with each other, itâs too late for that.â He laughed making his dick still twitch inside you, you let out a moan. He grinned mischievously. You gave him an uncertain look.
Mattheo looked at the clock âyeah we should probably just move the meeting to a different day.â
âDo I really have to call it in again?â
âYes yes you do, youâre my new assistant remember?âÂ
âYeah and soon to be the mother of your children too.â
He wrapped his arms around you in a loving embrace. âI promise to take care of you and our little ones,â he said with sincerity, âYouâll be the most beautiful, loving mother, and I'll support you every step of the way.â
He tugged on the phoneâs cord, pulling it so that it drops on the floor beside the two of you, âgo on call again. Move it for next week.â He starts kissing your jaw again, moving his hips and slithering his hand back to your clit, âI hope you didnât think we were finished, I think I can give you more of my cum to hold.â
âMattheoâŠâÂ
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