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hellisharchive · 9 months ago

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Heyoooo! You probably know me from messaging you but I wanted to ask if you could write a Vox x Fem!reader where reader just takes care of a really wasted but infatuated Vox?

﹒﹒﹒my queen

➤ 18+, drunk Vox, jealous reader, fluff fluff fluff, bathing

➤ Literally wrote this at 2 am and got done at 3 am, so not beta read <3 TYSM for the request! I hope you enjoy it!. AGAIN HOW THE FUCK DID I ACCIDENTLY POST THIS THIS WAS A DRAFT. I dont like how this turned out tbh

You and Vox were close, but you wouldn't dare say that you two were dating. You did have a small crush on him and was scared that confessing would ruin your fiendship. Little did you know he also had a crush on you as well, it was just unfortunate he was letting his business and brand take importance over his personal life. You were an honorary Vee and his best friend. Sure, Velvette and Valentino were his friends too, but you always got jealous as you watched Val and Vox act in such a romantic way with each other all the time. You always suspected that they were a thing, and even if they didn't have a label, you respected it. So, you always kept your feelings hidden deep down

. But you did need a break, it got so tiring having to watch and hear them act all cute and making sexual advances from the time to time. You've been ignoring Vox for at least two weeks, probably not the best choice but your emotions got the better of you. But tonight, you decided to get out of the tower and have some fun. You went to a pretty well known nightclub- not owned by Vox, a rare occurrence- to let off some steam. Your goal was to get laid by the end of the night with a convenientially attractive stranger, but life doesn't always work out as you want.

Yet, when Vel called you as you were about to get on the dancefloor with a hot bull, you dropped everything to take care of the television that was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. According to her, he kept talking about how he wished he could tell you something and how beautiful you were. You mulled over it as you walked back through the tower in your fancy nightclub dress just an hour earlier. While on your way there, you came across Velvette who looked very pissed off and scrolling through phone in the main living area of the personal living quarters. When she saw you, she flipped you off and rolled your eyes.

"Fucking finally! Vox has been throwing a hissy fit waiting for his queen to come and shut him up. Fuck you for taking so long, he's called me twenty fucking times asking where you were bevause he forgot he changed your contact info!" That was all she said before growling and walking away, signalling that you were going to handle this yourself like normal. You never let what Vel says get to you, that's just how she normally is. But he changed your contact info? What to? You've calmed down a drunken Vox many times before, but this time seemed bad.

"Vox?" You knock and call out before opening his door to find a very wasted man laying on his couch, hiccuping and looking incredibly sad. He was slumped over with a wine bottle in his hand, no wine glass, and the red liquid was spilled all over himself. Wine? Really? He got drunk on wine out of his entire collection? He's usually a fun drunk, cracking jokes and overall being the most funny in the room from the out of pocket shit he says. So seeing him so down makes you feel guilty for ignoring him. But as soon as he looked at you, his face lit up and a smile immediately popped up. He dropped the glass and stood up, trying to rush up to you. However, because he was so inebriated, he started to stumble, which caused you to rush up and catch him from his shoulders.

"My Queen! Where did you go? I missed you my sweet!" The comment about Vel calling you his "queen" you just passed off as Vel being Vel, but now he was calling that you too? Maybe playing into this fantasy would be best, drunk people are never rational and don't know what they're even saying.

"Well my king, I had a very important meeting with another kingdom to attend to. But you requested my presence immediately!" You spoke matter-of-fact as you navigated him to the bathroom, it was hard already with him being unable to properly walk, but he also kept staring at you, so he stepped over his own feet countless times.

"Hehehe...I like when you call me that. YOUR king. I'm your king! How lucky am I?" He giggled and that made your heart beat faster. How lucky was he? What was he talking about? Maybe this was just his drunk self talking, you knew he didn't feel that way, he absolutely had a thing for Val, not you. Gulping, you finally manage to drag him to the bathroom where you sat him on the toilet. He would be so sticky with all that wine that soaked through his clothes, so you were going to bathe him. Sure, getting him in and out his going to be a challenge, but you still cared for this man a lot and wanted the best for him.

"I'm getting you your pjs, do not move ok?" You started to leave the bathroom when he whined loudly, making a swipe for your wrist but missed as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Due to his television screen head, his facial expressions can get extremely animated, unlike normal sinners. His eyes basically took up his entire screen, only leaving a little bit of space for a pout. The sight made your heart ache.

"Don't leave again my lovely queen! I need to tell you something!" Sighing, you gave him a soft smile and walked back up to him. Picking up his hand, you put your other hand on top of his and gave him the most softest smile you muster..

"It is bedtime, my king, you must be bathed before heading to our bed. You can tell me once we retire" Our bed. Saying it made your heart do flips.

"Oookkk my beautiful queen! Hehehe you're so pretty..." He had a dopey smile as you walked away, heart hammering so loud it should have been echoing in the room. He thought you were pretty? Fuck- why does he made you feel this way? You knew that look too, it was a look of complete love. He certainly couldn't love you though, that has to be impossible. He was with Val, he had to be. Going on autopilot, you gather up his favorite pyjamas and mentally prepare yourself for going back into the flames. When you get back, he was still sitting on the toilet, giggling and staring ahead as he was talking to himself about how in love with him he was.

What?

He was drunk, he was drunk, he was drunk- why couldn't you even entertain the idea of him returning your feelings? Why was it so hard to accept that fact? Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room and he lights up again.

"My queen! Are thou ready to bathe me? You got my favorite pjs! And you have an amazing ass! There's a reason why I married you!" Freezing once again, you ignoring his comment about your ass in luei of the last thing he said. Married...you? Did Vox think you two married each other? The thought made you shiver and face warm with how amazing that sounded. Being officially tied to him forever, waking up with him together, and getting to love him forever. Standing up after finishing setting the dials to the right temperature, you looked at him and now needed to know more.

"And why else did you marry me my dear?" Battting your eyelashes with the most innocent face you could gather, you started to stip him of his clothes. You've seen him naked a handful of times which always made you incredibly flustered, but undressing him? It made you nervous, especially with how he's acting towards you.

"You're the beeeeest, like, THE best! You're so pretty and gorgeous and have SUCH a hot bod! But you're so so sweet and amazing and help me with everything!" Did he...did he actually love you? Was whatever he was doing with Val was nothing? Shakily manging to get him completely undressed, you stood him up to maneuver him into the large tub. Not trusting yourself to say anything more, you gently lay him down in the perfectly warm water and start lathering him up. You also never bathed him before, so your nerves were going to overdrive. He took your silence and silenced himself too, maybe he somehow knew you were really anxious right now. Taking great care in not getting water on his head, you see as his face turned from a happy one, to a somber one.

The rest of the process of getting him out, drying him off, changing into his pjs, and moving him to his bed was deadly quiet. You felt like you would be breaking some unsaid rule. Tucking him into bed, you left a glass of water and painkillers on his nightstand, turning off the big light and turning on the lamp. Sitting down next to his curled up body, you rubbed his back and felt conflicted. He's drunk as balls. He probably won't remember any of this. Getting up and saying goodnight, he yells for you one last time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong but I'm sorry. Is it Val? We aren't anything serious. I was too scared to tell you because you're so beautiful and I didn't want you to leave me. I love you" Vox looked down at his lap with a sullen expression. Heart hurting for the countless time today, you gave him a kiss on his screen and turned away with a smile

"Tell me when you're sober"

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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realhotgirlshitah · 23 days ago

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Can I request an Ethan x fem Best friend reader where he has like a massive borderline obsessive crush on reader and gets all possessive when she goes on a date and it leads to Dom!Ethan smut??

It can be GF ethan too if you’re into that but if you’re not that’s totally ok(ik some writers dont like to include the canon typical violence for ethan) so either way It will be amazing.

Silent Devotion 🎀

Ethan Landry x female best friend

warnings: nothing too crazy but it’s… filthy! slight degradation and praise, ethan is ofc unhinged as fuck.

FAWK I NEED HIM SO BAD LOOK AT HIM? FUCKING LOOK AT HOW SEXY MY PSYCHO BOYFRIEND IS RAHHHH 🦅

Ethan never really understood why you befriended him.

You, of all people. Gorgeous, popular, confident, and seemingly perfect in every way. It made no sense, not to him, at least. From the first time you spoke to him, something in him shifted. Being Chad’s roommate, he was used to being in the background, overshadowed by the guy everyone wanted to talk to. So, when you tapped him on the shoulder after class one day, he thought he was dreaming.

“Did you understand any of that?” you asked, flashing him that smile he’d been too scared to admit he’d been staring at for weeks.

“I uh—yeah, yeah, I think so,” he stammered, tripping over his own eagerness. “I mean, it’s a bit tough, but I get it,” he corrected himself, trying not to sound like a complete idiot.

You just smiled wider, like you knew exactly what was going on in his head. And that smile? It was enough to send his mind spiraling. He couldn’t stop staring—at your lips, your eyes, the way your laugh sounded like music. You were breathtaking.

“Ethan, right? I see you around with Chad a lot,” you said, tilting your head, clearly amused by his nervous energy.

“Yeah, Chad’s my roommate,” he muttered, wincing internally. He fully expected you to start asking about Chad, like everyone else. Instead, you laughed, brushing off the mention of his roommate like it didn’t matter.

“I don’t know how you live with him. He’s so loud all the time. I’d have already lost my mind. Mindy, though? She’s chill as hell.”

You weren’t interested in Chad. You were talking to him. Ethan felt his heart beat faster. He didn’t even care that he was fumbling for words. You were right there, smiling at him, making him feel seen for once in his life.

“Wanna hang out later?” you asked, leaning in slightly, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I could use a friend in this class who isn’t a total condescending asshole.”

Ethan blinked, certain he’d misheard. “Wait—really?” he stammered, barely able to believe his luck.

From that moment, his world changed. It wasn’t just hanging out anymore. You became everything to him. It started small, just study sessions and casual conversations between classes. But the more time he spent with you, the deeper his feelings grew. Obsessed wasn’t even the right word. You were all he could think about. He’d lie awake at night replaying every moment with you, every laugh, every touch, every time you smiled at him like he mattered.

He needed you.

It became suffocating—the way he craved you. You were all he saw, all he wanted. When you laughed at his jokes, he imagined what it would be like to make you laugh while pressed against his chest. When you clung to his arm during horror movies, he fantasized about what it would be like to have you cling to him in the dark, whimpering in ways that had nothing to do with fear.

You became an obsession, and no matter how much he tried to play it cool, it consumed him. The moments you two shared, the simple times you were alone together, only fueled his desires. He’d find himself sitting next to you, watching a movie or talking about nothing important, but his mind was always on one thing: you.

One particular night, it was movie night with the group—Chad, Mindy, Sam, Tara, and you. Horror movies. You hated them, couldn’t even handle a single jump scare, which was exactly why you were practically glued to Ethan’s side.

As the movie started, you cuddled up to him, your arms wrapped around his, your head resting on his shoulder. His whole body tensed when you pressed closer. You smelled incredible, like vanilla and something sweet, something he couldn’t quite place but made him want to bury his face in your hair and never leave. Every time the movie startled you, you would grip him tighter, little whimpers escaping your lips as you buried your face into his arm.

Ethan could barely focus on the screen. His attention was all on you—on how soft your skin felt, how tiny your shorts were, leaving so much of your smooth, warm thighs exposed. His eyes kept drifting down to your legs, imagining how they would feel wrapped around him. The way your boobs were pushed up in that tiny cami top drove him insane. His heart pounded as he pictured his hands slipping beneath that fabric, making you squirm beneath his touch.

Then, there was the sound of your whimpers—those little noises you made every time the movie made you jump. Each one sent a jolt through him, tightening his grip on the pillow he held. All he could think about was how much he wanted to make you whimper for him, to make you moan his name, to hear those sounds when it was just the two of you, when his hands were on your body, not the blanket draped over you.

He couldn’t focus on the movie at all. His eyes kept wandering to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. His mind raced with thoughts of pulling you closer, of leaning down and finally making his move. He wanted to be the one to make you feel good, to be the one you ran to, not just because of some stupid movie, but because you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

Each little touch you gave him, each soft laugh, each teasing comment only pulled him deeper. You were his best friend, but god, all he could think about was what it would be like if you were more. If you belonged to him.

By the end of the night, as you lay practically on top of him, sound asleep after the final movie, Ethan’s mind was a whirlwind. He gently moved a strand of hair from your face, his heart pounding in his chest, barely breathing as he looked down at you. His mind was filled with fantasies of kissing you, touching you, making you his. It was overwhelming. He needed you so badly it hurt.

It’s late afternoon as you and Ethan leave your econ class, falling into step beside each other as usual. The conversation is easy, the kind that flows naturally between best friends. But as Ethan walks next to you, all he can think about is asking you to hang out later. He needs to see you again. He always does.

“So,” Ethan starts, glancing at you with that familiar softness in his eyes, “Wanna come by tonight? We can watch a movie or something. Chad’s out, so it’ll just be us.” His tone is casual, but inside, he’s dying for you to say yes. His dorm is right across from yours, so there’s no reason it shouldn’t happen, right?

But then, you shake your head, lips curving into a little smile that makes his heart sink before you even speak.

“Actually, I can’t tonight,” you say, your voice a little hesitant. “This guy asked me out, so I’m supposed to be going on a date.”

The word “date” hits Ethan like a punch to the gut. His stomach churns, and his vision tunnels for a moment. He forces a smile, though it feels strained. He can’t let you see how much this is affecting him. Not now.

“Oh… cool,” he says, trying to sound indifferent, but the edge in his voice betrays him. He clenches his fist in his pocket, forcing himself to stay calm. “Who’s the guy?” he asks, keeping his tone light, despite the way his insides twist.

You smile, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Oh, you probably don’t know him. His name’s Ryan, he’s in one of my psych classes. He’s pretty cute, tall, plays lacrosse. We’ve chatted a bit.”

Ethan forces a laugh, but his mind is racing. Tall. Cute. Lacrosse? He fights the urge to scoff, his jaw tightening as he glances at you. “Yeah? Sounds like a real charmer,” he says, trying to keep his voice neutral. He doesn’t want to scare you off by showing how much the thought of you with someone else makes his skin crawl.

You don’t notice the shift in his tone, too caught up in talking about this guy. “He seems nice enough. It’s just a casual thing, we’ll see how it goes,” you add with a shrug, completely unaware of the way Ethan’s nails are digging into his palm.

He doesn’t say much after that, barely able to focus on the conversation as you both part ways for the evening. The image of you going on a date with someone else consumes him, filling his mind with dark thoughts. Every minute that passes, he’s thinking of you—wondering what you’re doing with this Ryan guy, imagining him touching you, making you laugh, maybe even kissing you. It makes his blood boil. He tries to distract himself, but it’s no use. His mind always comes back to you.

Later that night , his phone buzzes. It’s a text from you.

“Hey, wanna come over? My date bailed, and I’m bored. Let’s watch that movie?”

Ethan’s heart leaps in his chest. He doesn’t even think twice. Within minutes, he’s out the door, practically running across the hall to your dorm. His pulse races, and he’s already imagining the two of you alone together—just like he wanted from the start. He knocks on your door, and when you open it, the sight of you makes his breath catch.

You’re wearing those tiny pajama shorts that drive him insane, the ones that barely cover your thighs, and a little tank top that shows off your curves. His eyes can’t help but linger on the way the fabric clings to your body. You don’t seem bothered by the fact that your date didn’t show up—if anything, you seem relaxed, unbothered.

“Hey,” you say with a smile, hopping up to sit on the kitchen island, your legs swinging playfully. “Come in, movie’s ready. What took you so long?” you tease, completely unaware of the storm raging inside him.

Ethan steps inside, trying to keep his cool, but all he can think about is how perfect you look tonight. He’s wearing his usual loose pajama pants and a fitted shirt that highlights the muscle he’s been working on lately. The silver chain you got him for his birthday hangs around his neck, catching the light. He sees the way your eyes flick over him, how you seem to take in the shape of his body, the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders. And even though you’re sitting on the counter, he still towers over you as he steps closer.

“So, what happened to Mr. Lacrosse?” he asks, his voice low as he moves in, standing right in front of you now. His proximity is deliberate, the tension thickening with every second that passes.

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “He never showed up. His loss, right?” you say, clearly not too broken up about it.

“Yeah, his loss,” Ethan echoes, but internally, he’s thrilled. He’s glad the guy blew it. More time for him. More time with you.

He leans against the counter, and the conversation flows as it always does—banter, jokes, easy laughs—but tonight, something feels different. The air between you is charged. Every laugh, every teasing comment is laced with an underlying heat that neither of you can ignore.

You shift slightly on the counter, crossing one leg over the other, which only draws Ethan’s attention to your bare legs. His eyes drift down to the hem of your shorts, his pulse quickening as he imagines running his hands over your skin. You catch him staring and smirk, but instead of calling him out, you tease him.

“Something on your mind, Ethan?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the way you’ve caught him off guard.

He meets your eyes, and for a second, the playful banter fades. His gaze darkens as he steps closer, standing between your legs now, so close that you can feel the heat of his body. The sexual tension is thick, electric, buzzing between the two of you like a live wire. His eyes drop to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze, and the air around you seems to shift, the playful teasing giving way to something heavier, something undeniable.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice deeper now, rougher, as he leans in just a fraction closer. He can’t help it—his hands are itching to touch you, to close the distance between you, to finally cross that line that’s been blurring for weeks. You’ve always been the center of his universe, but tonight, standing here with you like this, the desire is nearly unbearable.

You tilt your head, looking up at him with those wide, curious eyes. The way your lips part ever so slightly has his mind racing with fantasies. He wants to kiss you, wants to make you moan, wants to claim you in ways he’s only dared to dream about. You don’t pull away, and that small fact ignites a fire in him that he’s barely keeping under control.

As you lean back slightly, letting your fingers brush against Ethan’s chest in a casual, teasing way, you notice how he tenses under your touch, his jaw tightening. There’s a shift in his demeanor, something primal flickering behind those soft brown eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’re used to him being sweet, dorky, even shy sometimes—but this? This is new. You smirk up at him, fully aware of the effect you’re having on him.

“You sure there’s nothing on your mind?” you ask, voice light but dripping with innuendo. You run your fingers down the chain hanging around his neck, playing with it for a moment, before letting them drift lower, barely grazing his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Ethan’s eyes darken even more, his patience hanging by a thread. You can see the internal battle playing out on his face, the tension building to a breaking point. His gaze drops to your lips again, and this time, he doesn’t pull back.

“Keep pushing, and you’re gonna find out,” he mutters, voice thick with desire, low enough that it sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, like he’s weighing the consequences, but there’s no hesitation anymore—just pure want.

You don’t even have time to respond before he snaps. In a blur of motion, his hands are on you, one sliding around the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist as he pulls you toward him with a sudden, heated intensity. His lips crash into yours, catching you completely off guard, but before you can even process it, a soft, involuntary whimper escapes your throat. The sound flips a switch in Ethan that he didn’t even know existed.

You cling to him, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens, the heat between you building faster than you expected. His hands are everywhere—gripping, tugging, pulling you impossibly closer as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go for even a second. The kiss is desperate, heated, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it’s here, he’s determined to make every second count.

Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up effortlessly, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he hoists you up, making you gasp in surprise. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively as he carries you toward your bedroom, navigating the space with ease, his lips never leaving yours. The way he holds you—like you weigh nothing—sends a thrill through you, making your pulse race even faster.

Ethan pushes open the door to your room with his shoulder, kicking it shut behind him before gently tossing you onto the bed. You bounce slightly, breathless and wide-eyed as you look up at him. For a second, he just stands there, staring down at you, his chest rising and falling heavily. His gaze rakes over your body, drinking you in with a mix of disbelief and hunger, like he can’t quite believe this is happening.

You smirk up at him, teasing even now. “You gonna stand there and stare all night, or…?”

His eyes flash with frustration, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he moves toward you. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me,” he mutters, his voice rough and ragged. He climbs onto the bed, caging you in beneath him, his body hovering over yours. His hands trace along your sides, just light enough to make you squirm.

“You always have to be in control, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as his lips graze your neck. “Always teasing, always pushing.”

You shiver under his touch, but before you can respond, his lips are on your neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down to your collarbone. His hands grip your waist, his touch firm but teasing, not giving you nearly enough pressure to satisfy the heat building inside you. It’s maddening, and he knows it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Ethan whispers, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your shoulder, sending chills down your spine. “How bad I’ve wanted you…”

His hands slide up to your hips, tugging at the waistband of your tiny shorts just enough to tease you, but not enough to give you what you want. You arch your back slightly, biting your lip as a soft whine escapes you.

“Ethan…” you breathe, the frustration starting to build in your voice as you shift beneath him, trying to get more contact, more anything.

He smirks against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “Oh, now you’re the one begging?” he teases, his fingers tracing the edge of your shorts. “What happened to all that confidence, huh?”

You whimper again, the sound more desperate this time, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. His hands move quickly now, sliding your shorts down with ease, and his eyes darken even further as he takes you in, fully exposed and vulnerable beneath him. The look on his face—hunger, disbelief, pure desire—sends a wave of heat through you, making you squirm beneath him.

Without another word, Ethan moves lower, his hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. He hesitates for only a second, just long enough to shoot you a wicked grin.

Ethan pauses for a moment, his eyes locked on yours as he hovers between your legs. There’s a glint of something darker in his gaze now, his lips parted slightly as he takes in the sight of you laid out before him. The anticipation is palpable, thickening the air around you both. He runs his hands slowly up your thighs, fingers grazing your skin in a way that sends sparks shooting through your body, making you tremble beneath him.

His gaze flickers upward to meet yours again, and the intensity in his eyes takes your breath away. He leans in, kissing the inside of your thigh—soft, teasing—his lips barely brushing your skin as he moves closer to your core. You can feel his hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot, the heat of his mouth almost unbearable. Your breath hitches, and your hips shift unconsciously, desperate for more.

Ethan grins, clearly enjoying how worked up you are, the control he has over your body now. “You look so fucking good like this,” he mutters, his voice rough, almost reverent. “I’ve thought about this so many times… but this? You’re even better than I imagined.”

His words send a jolt of desire through you, but before you can respond, he lowers himself fully, his mouth finally connecting with your heated skin. The first slow drag of his tongue across your folds sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, making your entire body tense and then melt into the bed beneath you. It’s overwhelming—the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle but deliberate pressure of his tongue moving against you.

You gasp, your hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft curls as you instinctively push him closer. Ethan groans at the contact, the vibration reverberating through your core and making you cry out. He’s not just doing this for you—he’s savoring every moment of it, completely lost in the taste and feel of you.

Ethan’s movements start slow and measured, each flick of his tongue precise and intentional. He’s exploring, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your legs shake, what has you tugging at his hair in desperation. But as he gains confidence, his pace quickens, his enthusiasm growing with each of your moans, every little sound you make driving him to give you more.

He circles your clit with the flat of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make you see stars, before he pulls away, only to suck it gently between his lips. The sensation has you bucking your hips against him, the friction almost too much to handle. Ethan tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you steady as he continues to lavish attention on you, his mouth working with an eagerness that’s almost maddening.

“Fuck, Ethan…” you whimper, your voice shaky and breathless, and the sound only seems to spur him on. He groans again, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm beneath him.

He’s relentless now, his tongue moving faster, more confidently, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure, hitting every spot that has you arching off the bed. He’s a fast learner, picking up on every little movement, every gasp, and using it to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Your grip on his hair tightens as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable point, your body trembling with need. “Ethan… I-I’m so close…” you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan responds with another low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through you in a way that has you teetering on the brink. His tongue presses harder against your clit now, swirling in tight, deliberate circles, pushing you closer and closer to release. He slides one hand up your thigh, his fingers ghosting over your entrance, and the added sensation makes your entire body tense in anticipation.

You’re trembling, gasping for breath, your body taut with tension as you cling to the edge, and then Ethan’s fingers slip inside you—slow, deliberate—curling just right. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you coming undone in an instant.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, ripping a loud moan from your throat as your body convulses beneath him. Ethan doesn’t stop—if anything, he works you through your release, his tongue and fingers driving you higher, prolonging the pleasure until it’s almost too much to bear.

By the time the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, your body is trembling, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Ethan pulls back slowly, his mouth still hovering over your core as he presses one last, soft kiss to your thigh, his eyes dark and filled with something primal as he looks up at you.

The grin on his face is one of pure satisfaction, his lips glistening with your arousal as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do that,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust and pride. “And I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Ethan’s gaze darkens as he drinks in the sight of you, still trembling from your release. There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a tangible heat that pulses between you, and you can feel the energy crackling in the air. He rises to his knees, the dominant edge of his demeanor coming into sharper focus, and you realize that he’s only just getting started.

“Look at you, all flustered and needy,” he says, his voice low and teasing, laced with a dark undertone that sends another thrill down your spine. “You really thought I was done with you?”

Before you can respond, he grips your waist with surprising strength, flipping you onto your stomach with a swift motion. You let out a soft gasp, momentarily caught off guard as he manhandles you into position. Your heart races at the sudden change, your body responding to his dominance in ways that leave you breathless.

“On all fours,” he commands, his tone brokering no argument. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you comply, pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees, the position feeling both vulnerable and exhilarating. The power dynamic shifts entirely, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, filled with both hunger and authority.

Ethan positions himself behind you, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans closer. His breath is warm against your skin, and he takes a moment to savor the sight of you. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, the praise mingling with the edge of something more possessive.

You shiver at his words, heat pooling in your core again as he runs his hands along your back, caressing you in a way that’s both tender and commanding. But then, without warning, he smacks your ass playfully, the sound echoing in the room. The unexpected sting takes you by surprise, and you gasp, your body instinctively reacting to the sharp pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and desire. “To be treated like a little slut? Because that’s what you are—so fucking eager for me to touch you, to make you feel good.”

You can’t help but moan at his words, the degradation sparking something deep within you. You feel both embarrassed and incredibly turned on, your body responding eagerly to his every command.

“Answer me,” he presses, his tone firm, demanding. “Do you want me to take you? To use you like the perfect whore you are?”

“Yes,” you gasp, the heat pooling in your belly intensifying as his words wash over you. The way he talks to you sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, and you can feel your arousal growing, pushing you closer to the edge again.

“Good girl,” he praises, and his voice is laced with satisfaction. He leans down closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “You need to remember that you’re mine. I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t be able to think about anything else.”

With that, he grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he positions himself behind you, teasingly brushing against you, making you ache for more. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, Ethan, please…” you plead, your voice breathless, longing for him to fill you completely.

He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the control he has over you. “Not yet,” he replies, the teasing edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He drags his hands over your body, squeezing your ass possessively, almost too roughly, but the pleasure mingles perfectly with the sting, and it makes you crave him even more.

“Look at you, so desperate,” he taunts, pulling back slightly to admire the view. “You love it, don’t you? Being treated like this. You want me to degrade you, to remind you how much you need me.”

“Ethan…” you whimper, unable to hide the need in your voice.

“Shut up and take it,” he snaps, the sudden bite in his tone sending your heart racing. His hands grip your waist tightly, and with a swift thrust, he enters you in one smooth motion. The sensation is electric, and you cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming you.

Ethan’s grip on your hips tightens as he begins to move, his thrusts powerful and deliberate. He’s relentless, using you for his pleasure as you melt beneath him, each movement igniting a fire within you. “You feel so good wrapped around me,” he grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “Just like that. Keep moaning for me, let me hear how much you love it.”

With every thrust, he builds a rhythm, punctuating his movements with the occasional slap to your ass that sends jolts of pleasure through you. You can feel the tension coiling tightly in your belly again, the mix of pain and pleasure pushing you closer to the edge.

“Look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “I could do this all night. Just you and me, baby,” the whimper you let out is weak, a perfect contrast to the guttural groans he’s letting out as his relentless movements speed up

“You want it harder?” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “You want me to fuck you like you can’t handle it?”

You nod frantically, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounds into you, his cock slamming deep inside you with each brutal thrust. The sound of it—the slick, obscene wetness, the slap of his hips against your ass—fills the room, and it’s everything.

“Ethan,” you whimper, the pleasure cresting higher with each thrust, his words fueling the fire within you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he commands, his voice low and rough.

“I want it so bad… I want you,” you gasp, the need in your voice unmistakable.

“Good girl,” he praises, his thrusts growing faster, more frantic. “Let go for me. Let me see how much you need this.”

With his words pushing you over the edge, your body responds instinctively, the tension unraveling as your orgasm crashes over you again. You cry out his name, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes through you, completely consumed by the moment.

Ethan doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, riding you through your release, his own pleasure building as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “That’s it, just like that,” he growls, the sound of your pleasure driving him closer to his own climax.

Ethan’s grip on your hips tightens as he flips you onto your back, a sudden shift in power that sends a thrill of excitement through you. The look in his eyes is intense, a dark hunger that ignites a fire deep within you. He hovers over you, his body pressing you down into the mattress as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you just enough to keep you on edge.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice low and filled with a possessive edge. “So eager for it, and yet you were supposed to go out with Ryan? Pathetic.” His tone drips with mockery, and you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but there’s something exhilarating about his dominance that makes your pulse race even faster.

You bite your lip, trying to contain the moan threatening to escape as he slowly pushes into you, filling you completely. He’s rougher than before, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more relentless than the last, making you gasp and arch your back in response.

“Did you really think he could ever compare to me?” he taunts, his breath hot against your ear as he begins to pick up speed. “You’re mine now, and I’d get rid of anyone who thinks they can have you. I’d kill for you, you know that? Anyone who comes near you is dead in my eyes.”

His words resonate through you, a mixture of thrill and arousal as he continues to move within you, each thrust igniting a new wave of pleasure. You can’t help but moan, the sound escaping your lips unbidden as you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation of him inside you. It’s as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to bring out the wildness in you that craves this raw, unfiltered connection.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this since the moment we met,” he confesses, his voice rough and filled with need. “Every laugh you shared, every little tease… I imagined bending you over, taking you like this, showing you just how good it feels to be mine.”

You can barely process his words, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. Your body responds to him, to his every thrust, every whisper, and you can feel the heat pooling in your core, ready to explode at any moment.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to pound into you, relentless and dominating. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “I want you to know that no one else can make you feel like this. No one can take care of you like I can.”

Ethan’s movements become more frantic, his breath coming in heavy pants as he pushes you closer to the edge. “I’d do anything to keep you. Anyone who gets in my way doesn’t stand a chance. You’re too perfect for them, too good to be with someone who can’t appreciate you like I do.”

You feel a rush of excitement at his words, the combination of dominance and desire swirling within you, making your body ache for more. You reach up, tugging on that silver chain right above your face before tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with yours, a desperate need driving the kiss.

Ethan deepens the kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into it, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the intensity of his desire almost overwhelming. He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “You understand what I want, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice a low growl.

“Y-Yes,” you manage to breathe, your body aching for him, desperate for the release he’s promising.

“Good,” he replies, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he resumes his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Then let’s see just how much you can take.”

With that, he plunges into you harder, faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you closer to that precipice. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, every part of you aching for that release he’s teasing you with.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his eyes dark and filled with a possessive fire as he grips your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush. “I want you, Ethan! I want this!”

His eyes flash with triumph at your confession, and he thrusts into you with renewed fervor, his body pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the coil inside you tightening, and with every thrust, you’re closer to unraveling, ready to fall apart in his arms.

“Then come for me,” he commands, his voice low and seductive, and you know you can’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, you explode around him, your body shaking as pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.

Ethan follows closely behind, his own release spilling into you as he groans your name, his body collapsing against yours as both of you ride out the waves of pleasure together.

As the last remnants of your orgasm fade, he pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and possessiveness. “You’re incredible,” he breathes, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek. “I’d do anything to keep you like this—forever.”

You can’t help but smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you as you realize that you’re not just a fleeting fantasy for him; you’re something real, something he wants to hold onto.

Ethan however, is still reeling at the fact he has his dream girl in his arms, completely unoblivious to how serious he was while fucking her dumb. The feeling was so incredible, he almost felt guilty about what he did to that dumb jock Ryan.

Almost.

#ethan landry #jack #jack champion #scream vi #ethanlandryxblackreader #ethan #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #interracial #fluff #smut #kinktober #dom!ethanlandry #i need him so fucking bad

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muwapsturniolo · 1 month ago

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UGH FUCKIGN MISSED BUNNY SO BAD.

anyways let’s say bunny had a pregnancy scare but was scared to tell Matt n Chris so she told nick and nick blurted it out while they were recording. Matt and Chris freak out ofc and then go to bunny to confront and she’s in shambles

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“I feel like a pregnant woman would like this” Chris mumbles as he chews on the donut with bacon on top. The trio were currently filming a donut tasting video for nicks channel.

“Mm maybe, but bunny doesn’t like bacon unless it’s turkey” Nick states nonchalantly, not even realizing he basically exposed the secret bunny told him.

Matt’s eyes snap over to Nick in confusion while Chris begins to choke on the donut. “Fuck did you just say?” Nicks eyes widen in shock, his stomach dropping.

“Don’t look at us like that! Is bunny pregnant?” Although Matt’s words come out aggressive, he’s not mad. He’s shocked and worried.

“S-she’s not sure…h-her period is late and she told me not to tell…”

Chris and Matt jump up from the chairs, rushing down the stairs to Chris’s room where bunny is. She jumps In shock and looks at them with confusion as they barge into the room. She takes one good look at them and her heart drops- they know.

“Bunny.,.” Tears form in her eyes as Matt coos softly. “I-I’m sorry! I-i didn’t-“ both boys rush forward, wrapping their arms around her.

“Shh it’s ok bun, we’ll figure it out”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong”

It wasn’t long before her tears and crying stopped, small sniffles being heard. “How come you didn’t tell us bunny? This is important.” She sniffles once more and fiddles with her fingers, “was scared…I-I didn’t want you being mad o-or -“

“Or what?”

“L-leaving me…. I-i dont know if I’m pregnant. My period is late but I haven’t taken a test”

Chris gently rubs her stomach, “we’d never leave you bunny, ever.”

“He’s right, we’d never leave you or a baby. We’d be here to take care of the both of you. Now stay here with Chris, I’m going to go buy you a test ok?”

He kisses her forehead before walking out of the room, anxiously breathing as he looks up the nearest Walgreens.

#peachesparley🍑#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #peaches bunny🍑

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~They said something they didn't mean~༺}

A/n: Angsty! Hurtful things said, tons of apologies and crying! No comfort in the end.. Sorry :p

Requests/asks open!!

(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Alhaitham, Xiao and Scaramouche)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You could tell Diluc was annoyed, his hands clenched into tight fists and his face red with anger, his eyes had a rage behind them you'd never seen before...and it kinda scared you. You internally contemplated wether it would be better to leave him be or ask if he needed anything...but sadly...you didn't get the chance to decide.

"Are you just going to stare?" His voice held such a hurtful tone and it made you wonder if you'd been standing there longer than you thought..."I-" You tried but he shot you a look that instantly made you go quiet, "Just leave me alone. I don't need you bothering me right now, I deal with that enough already." His words struck you so harshly, it was like you'd just been slapped in the face...tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

It only took him a split second to realize what he said and instantly afterwords he started to apologize, "Oh no...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. You're not bothersome...I-"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo was busy working away in his lab, writing down the various answers of his experiments and perfecting his craft as per usual. Him being busy though wasn't really anything new to you, usually when he found a particularly interesting answer to something he'd get engrossed in it for a long time and you'd usually have to bring him food cause he's forget to eat, and wrap a blanket around him just in case he got cold.

He always seemed to appreciate the thought in your actions...today however he seemed frustrated with them, when you brought him food he said he wasn't hungry and when you attempted to cover him up with a blanket, he shrugged it off, letting it fall onto the ground. You were just about to leave the lab, let him be since that seemed to be what he wanted...when he snapped at you. "Could you please just get out of my way, I have very important things I'm working on and you're not helping."

You went completely silent at his words...all you had tried to do was take care of him like usual...you hadn't meant to get in the way of anything. You felt your eyes watering and quickly muttered a apology, "I'm sorry...I'll get out of your way."

Albedos head shot up as you spoke, realizing not only what you had just said...but how hurtful his own words had been, guilt instantly filled him as he attempted to stop you from leaving. "Wait no...I didn't mean...you're not in my way. I was just busy and I hadn't realised what I said, I'm so sorry, please dont leave...don't go..."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham was incredibly intelligent, there was zero argument about that and honestly it amazed you, most of the time. Sometimes he'd unintentionally make you feel...like you weren't smart enough and it wasn't like he had tried to on purpose...it was just the way his words had sounded. You have always tried your best to not take it personally...but on a bad day, sometimes it was inevitable.

"Alhaitham? You need anything? Can I help at all?" You asked him, his eyes concentrated on a book about the akademiyas history and his mind deep in thought, to the point you weren't even sure he had heard you, so you asked again. "Alhaithamm? Do you want anything? Is there anyway I can help youuu?" This time you got his attention, his eyes shifting to you with a look of pure annoyance.

"I heard you the first time, I just didn't answer. This isn't something you'd understand, not unless you've doubled your IQ over night...and no I don't need anything." You stepped back, feeling hurt by his words, more than you had in a long time..."I'm sorry...you didn't answer so I thought maybe you hadn't heard me..." You felt so small as you spoke...so stupid...

His eyes narrowed at the sight of your unhappiness, reconsidering what he said but not truly understanding what he had said wrong "My apologies...I've upset you again..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You knew Xiao would always protect you, honestly it seemed even if you got a paper cut he'd attempt to shred the paper to pieces, making it so it couldn't hurt you again. Obviously, from that alone, he could be a little...over protective. Which wasn't really a bad thing untill he started to worry about hurting you himself, wether it was by his charmic debt or loosing control of his own being, the idea ate at him, to the point it was becoming problematic.

"Xiao calm down, your charmic debt has never really affected me before and I have my full faith in you...you're not going to hurt me. I know that... please you should know that too." You spoke in a soft tone, trying your best to comfort your boyfriend who continued to inch away from you... as if he would hurt you just from being near you. "I want to...I want to know that I'd never hurt you, but I can't. I'm unable to control myself and if anything ever happened to you..because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." He was deep in despair and you wanted so badly to comfort him, so you took a step closer.

"Xiao..." You sighed, reaching your hand out to him, but he pulled away, "Don't. Maybe it would be better for you to just...go away." His words knocked the wind out of you, it was like the air had suddenly become unbreathable...he didn't mean that did he? "What..." His eyes met yours and for a split second it was like he wanted to take it back...but he couldn't. "Leave."

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

(I use the nickname Scara here ^-^)

You looked into Scaramouches eyes, your own anger not coming close to the rage he was feeling, but you were used to this, the two of you would argue, with him acting ruder than usual, but you always made up in the end. "Scara just admit you were wrong okay! Once you do, we can end our argument and get back to work!" You already felt tired of yelling, it had barely been two minutes and you wanted so desperately for it to stop.

"I wasn't wrong and I'm still not! Love isn't a real thing, it's a idea people tell themselves is real because they don't want to feel alone!" His words annoyed you, if what the two of you had wasn't love then what was it?? "But you love me! So obviously that's a bold faced lie!" Your heart was racing, what would he say next? If he said the wrong thing...would you two not be able to make up?

"I don't love you, honestly how could I when you're just a mortal and I have the power of a god!" And just like that all your fight left you...he said it...he said he didn't love you and it broke your heart..."I-" You started, but your voice cracked and despite trying to keep strong, tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

Scara watched you intently, wondering if he'd went to far...his face softened and he stepped towards you, "I didn't mean that...", but you didn't want to listen. You looked away from him, moving backwards so he was farther away from you. "Shit....I'm sorry...I love you..I promise I..."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day!*⁠.⁠✧

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boydyke · 6 months ago

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she asked me once if I was going to stay here and make sure the family doesn't kill each other after she died

grandma wrote a note for us in case she died and it ends pleading with us not to fight. she doesn't like it when we fight.

#ive been told by a few family members that a death in the family could and may cause a domino effect of interfamily suicide and murder #if we lose our glue (grandma is the glue) they may kill each other. in this same breath he looked at me and told me im somewhat glue too.#she knows it. she wants me to do her job when shes gone. everyone else knows it too. ive been called glue. but not like she is #shes been getting worse. it scares me #i dont like it when the lives of those i love are in my hands but its all ive ever known #my birth is why my grandmother survived. everyone said it was my job to beg my mother not to kill herself. im the glue.s #and if theres no glue they will die. ive had partners who held suicide threats over my head and of course its worked like a charm.#i feel scared and small and so so important but i dont want to be. im tired of being important. im tired of doing what nobody else will #because if not me then who. who else could be pulled aside and told “i might kill myself or kill my brother if someone doesnt distract me”#and feel the same sense of duty ive felt my entire life. well i guess anyone could be told that but it feels significant that it was me

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woozvc · 9 months ago

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call you tonight

final (part XIX)

w/c - 1.6k + smau at the end

a/n - and this is it! after so long call you tonight has officially come to an end. I hope the last part of this clears up the eunwoo situation (reading your replies and theories made my day😭😭) and i hope this is an ending you can be satisfied with. thank you so much for all your love and patience on this series. it truly means a lot that you guys stuck around till the end even with my terrible posting schedule 🫶

previous / masterlist

this is it. this is the day.

the event started 20 minutes ago and till now, it's been a success. the auditorium is filled with laughter and dancing, courtesy of jihoons playlists.

you're currently standing at a corner just observing the entire place. a part of you feels at peace that this is finally over, the results will be out today and this is it. a part of you is also shit scared. the past few days have been a rollercoaster.

seungcheols words keep echoing in your head about how you're still important to him and he's changed. you really want to believe him. you really want to give him a-

“hey are you okay?”

you wake out of your trace by jihoons voice.

“yeah I'm fine”

“you seen a bit…distracted” he hands you a cup of lemonade. you take it with a small smile and shrug his comment off. no need to reply when he's right?

“how do you feel, you know, about your performance and all?” you look at him. he shakes his head

“I don't know. all of this feels unreal. I never thought I'd have to perform that too dance but here we are”

“doesn't it scare you?”

“obviously it does, but I find some comfort in it too. maybe it's the fact that a part of me believes taking this chance could end really well. maybe I'll finally let go of my past fears and just let myself be in the moment once.”

“hah.. that sounds nice.”

“yea I guess so. I think whatever happens tonight, I just hope I don't regret it. I want to take that risk”

you open your mouth to reply but you're interrupted by hoshis voice calling jihoon. he gives you a small smile and walks away.

right. regret. don't regret tonight. you decide to leave your spot in the corner when you see hansol walk in. being with a friend is better than being alone.

so jihoon is an amazing dancer. you were mesmerized, truly. his moves are fluid and his body doesn't miss a single beat. obviously hoshi is amazing too. his sharp and timed movements make him look like he was born for the stage.

the song is also amazing. jihoon later revealed it was called “bring it”. you'll definitely tell him to record it and send it to you.

the auditorium is a bit loud now. one hour till new year and the presidential results are about to be announced. you avoided seungcheol all night today. reason? you don't really know.

maybe you know mentally a part of you won't be able to handle his teasing if he wins. it's all friendly of course, but it doesn't change the fact you really, really want to win.

“hey y/n ready for the results?” jeonghan nudges into you and you push him off with an annoyed whine.

“jeonghan I swear if I don't win you'll have to wipe my tears”

“I won't mind that because I'll be winning”

“this is important to you huh?”

“it's my one shot to prove I'm actually good at something, can't fuck this one up”

“you dont have to prove yourself to anyone you know?”

“this is for me. I need this to tell myself I'm better than I think. I'm done always being known as the problem kid. and who knows maybe this will get me some street cred?” he winks and walks back to his group, knowing if he kept speaking, he would say something something sad and make you feel more stressed than you already do. you'd probably scold him for being so self deprecating too. your eyes follow him walking back and

oh.

seungcheol is looking directly at you. his gaze burning deep into you. you look away quickly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. the music in the room slowly fades out.

“okay ladies and gentlemen are we ready for the most awaited moment of today?” seungkwans voice echos through the room and so does the cheering of the students.

“honestly? I'm not shocked at the result. I'm so proud of everyone who participated and made it this far. just know all of you are amazing and we as the student council and the teachers love your dedication. so first of all here are the names of the people who made it to the finals”

he starts reading off the list. there's your name and eunwoos name. after a few students he announces jeonghans name and….thats it? what?

this is surely a mistake and the entire auditorium feels so. there's chattering and confused looks all around

“ah yes, there's only 9 participants now. choi seungcheol removed his name because of some unavoidable circumstances so we divided all his votes to all the others”

your head shoots in seungcheols direction. you look at him confused and he smiles at you. he motions you to stay where you are for now. this can't be real? he can't just remove his name?

hansol taps your shoulder and tells you to focus on the stage. you look back at the stage, realizing you completely missed seungkwans dramatic speach on how much he waited for the results etc etc.

“and so, svtct, your student council president is…..y/n!”

there's screaming in the auditorium but this place has never felt so quiet. your legs are numb and your hearing is fucked. you…won? you actually did it?

“y/n go to the stage!!” jeonghan pushes you from the crowd towards the stage. you want to say something to him. you want to apologize for winning to him but

he's smiling so wide.

his eyes are genuine. he's genuinely happy you won. “don't worry about me, my favorite cousin’s win is my win” he grabs your hand and takes you to the stage.

seungkwan helps your walk onto the stage where the teachers are standing to give you your certificate and badge. you receive it, saying a small thank you to the teachers presenting and seungkwan hands you the mic

“any words president?”

any words? what the fuck even are words? you stare at the mic then back at seungkwan. you're glad you've been friends with him for so long that even without words, understands and nods at you

“I think our president wants to save the speach for during school hours to not bore us.. well I hope my speach was dramatic enough, wonwoo I'm looking at you. there's 30 minutes till new years so till then…enjoy!” he looks at jihoon to restart the music and when it does, all the eyes on you slowly move away as seungkwan leads you to the teachers.

they all congratulate you and praise you. after a while one teacher asks

“so who's going to be your vice?”

“jeonghan” there's no hesitation in your voice. the teachers seemed shocked, a bit put off too but they don't question it. they tell you good luck and let you go back to the crowd.

you stand near the stage for a bit. letting it all sink in. all these months of work, all the effort and everything worked out. even the banter with seungcheol worked- right. seungcheol.

you run back to try and find him when eunwoo bumps into you.

“hey y/n! congratulations there's no one who deserves it more than you” he gives you a smile and pat on your shoulder.

“thanks eunwoo”

“are you guys busy” you hear seungcheol behind you and immediately turn to him.

“not busy at all man” eunwoo says and walks off, winking at seungcheol while seungcheol just looks at him disgusted.

“I never liked that guy”

“why did you remove your name”

“he's always given me a bad vibe”

“you wanted this so badly”

“and he keeps flirting with-”

“choi seungcheol answer me.”

you cut him off

“answer you? okay fine. first of all don't call me by my full name. I left presidency because frankly I hate the pressure. I never wanted to be captain anyway. I got forced into it because of my grades and extra curriculars.” he takes a pause to look around the room before continuing.

”i realized I was only doing this because it was expected of me. so I left it. I rejoined the track and badminton team. that's what was important to me before and I'm going to continue it now” he says and looks at you. a small smile playing on his lips.

you're speechless. you always knew seungcheol never really liked captaincy but you didn't know till what extent. you feel bad. you feel bad for the all “why aren't you working” and “why did they make you captain” comments you said to him.

“I'm sorry seungcheol”

“for what”

“for everything”

he smiles. you realize that you're seeing his dimples after so long. he's never smiled that much in front of you before. he looks pretty.

“10 seconds guys!” yells seungkwan into the microphone. seungcheol softly takes your hand and says

“y/n, I know you haven't forgiven me”

“but I have to say”

“I've been thinking a lot”

“you're too important to me”

“I think I like you, more than friends.”

“can you give me a chance?”

“happy new year!” jeonghan comes and hugs you.

you have no idea how this is going to end. you're scared, terrified of this feeling but you won't let this go. you keep your grip on seungcheols hand. slowly the student council joins the hug and the rest of your friends follow. you look around. you're surrounded by people who love you, people who care for you. what could possibly go wrong?

“yeah…I'll take the risk.”

2months later :

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cyberkitty1 · 1 year ago

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Secrets

- he knows that the work he does is dangerous and could very easily all blow up in his face, but he wants.. no needs to keep you and the other two people he has in his life. He keeps his work away from home he doesn’t want you or his mother to figure out anything. But one small mistake and he releases his secret.

“ Where is he? “ you mumbled to yourself dressed casually ready for your pre-planned date with Miles. You guys where planning on going to small restaurants to eat at them go to him place for a movie. Checking the time on your phone your realize he’s an hour late late. He was supposed to pick you up at 7:00.

So you text him

y/n. where are u??? you where supposed to pick me up over an hour ago

seen

“ Are you kidding me? “. You stare at your phone waiting for a response but it doesn’t happen. you start to get frustrated, upset even. The tears build in your eyes as you tilt your head up to the sealing. This is the fifth time he flaked on you, in a row.

You decide to get undressed, no point in waiting anymore. Just as you where about to lay down and put on your favorite show, Bzzz he texted you.

miles. im sorry mami i got called in for work ill make it up to you

y/n. so work is more important than me now???

miles. dont start now we will talk later

y/n. sure

seen

She was mad, beyond mad angry. The thing that got to her the most was that he told her he would take her out not the other way around. Slowly the anger turned into sadness, why was he always working? Was this so called work even important? was he cheating? No he would never.

You where just so confused. You checked the time and saw is was already 10 o’clock, had you thought that much? You sighed brining the blanket up to your neck turning off the TV to watch tiktoks on your phone. He texted you multiple times but you where not in the mood to respond.

Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window being opened. You knew who it was but you didn’t want to look; continuing to face the opposite way.

You heard him close the window behind him and walk a couple steps. “I know youre awake” he said “ I never said I wasnt “ you spit back. “ well you werent even looking at my texts, whys that?” he questioned. You sat up turning twords him “ you know why! “ tears filling your eyes.

“I waited an hour for you to show up but you never did! I waited and waited until i gave up.” Miles sighs holding the bridge of his nose. “ im sorry you know that, I had work-” “ oh! so work is more important than me? Youre willing to ditch me so you can go do your so called “ work” you said doing air quotations.

His face hardens “alto, te dije cuando nos pusimos serios que mi trabajo me llama al azar. Whenever they need me I go” he sighed. You thought about what you were going to say next. “ Ok Miles, but i need you too” you tried to keep your voice even but failed, your eyes welled with tears threatening to fall. He sat next to you on your bed.

“Lo sé mami, lo siento, sé que puse el trabajo antes que tú, pero estoy haciendo esto para mantenerte a salvo, ¿verdad?.” You only stared at him. “ Keep me safe from what?” He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, and explained to you everything from the moment his dad died.

“ Solo lo hago para que mi mamá no tenga que trabajar tanto por dinero. Ella ya hace tanto por mí que necesito ayudar. Do you understand?” You turn and look at his brown eyes just as the moonlight hits them. His eye bags are dark his face is tired.

You know what he does now and for some reason you are not scared instead you feel for him. You had no idea he was going through all that he never told you.

You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him into a hug, in turn be wraps his hands around your waist head resting on your shoulder.

“ You’re not scared of me right mami?” He says quietly “never mi amor.”

This was not proof read that much sorry .

This is my very first writing on here so please be kind. I have more in the works so expect more soon 🤭

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #fluff #miles morales fluff #across the spiderverse #spider verse

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thesweetroro · 2 months ago

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𐙚 ˚🍰 (cuddle buddy)⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Reposting 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 cell 13

── .✦🏷️ main four

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧 (Uno)

♡ extra cuddley

he's kind jealous, and he would love to show you off at the same time, and Holding your hand in the prison corridors will sure satisfy him more than what you think.

he's fine anywhere,the place doesn't matter, he’s all over you.

hugs always wont be enough for him,he need to do something while he's hugging you as random kisses and lovely touches or whispers,at some point he did bite your ear just to get a reaction out of you.

his embarrassing secret that he so soluble when you're the one who fills him with love and flirtation,or he will get a little freaky.

when I tell you that he's so soft and warm, he is a real cozy walking oven.

laughs so much when you play card with him,he’s not silly it’s just gives him butterflies that you play with him and he loves you so much.

some times he gets behind you to see if you shivered during winter so that he could cover you up with his jacket and hug you from behind.

if someone said that you guys should get a room he’s getting a one next day.

If he is tired or had a lot of fun in his day, he would 100% prefer to be in your arms to tell you about his day while you play with his hair until he fall asleep.

he likes to watch you when you sleep in his arms and when you have a terrible sleeping? Do you honestly need someone else?.

If you like hot drinks he will do his best to search for more flavours that you can enjoy.

He gives you the gifts you love.

ᡣ𐭩

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚(Nico)

♡ made to be cuddled

any time and place will huge you big or small spoon just as long as you’re petting him he’s the happiest boy in the world.

I'm sure he likes to be in your lap for hours and watch anime or read manga ,one time he was feeling himself a little, so he by mistake spilled the apple juice on your thighs and he almost cried, to be forgiven he insisted on washing your uniform himself,poor boy he punished himself by not laying in your lap for a week even tho you never got mad ,and told him to not to do so !! ;(.

he is so shy to be asking for your kisses ,but if you did im suer you are 100% his first kiss.

you know when he used to take a bath with kaguya? , now you’re his shower partner.

if he was scared from something he will run to your arms and ask to sleep on your chest because hearing your heartbeat calms him down so fast.

if you kissed him it will give him for doing a good job he will kisses you everywhere w giggles and tell you that he wouldn’t be able to do it without you.

dont care if you we're in public,he'll always show how much he loves you.

ᡣ𐭩

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`⛩️:✧˚.🗝️⋆𖧧 (jyugo)

♡ he loves it more when you’re the one cuddling him

He loves your warmth , but he tries to deny it because he get overwhelmed by the feeling.

he likes the comfortable places to cuddles,could be like; the night if everyone is sleep or he will find a room for u two ,boy just loves having you all for himself.

he is very shy to be emotional in public, holding hands would be the saving for his heart,most likely to be touchey when he's jealous.

sometimes when he's upset or feels like crying, he would go more silent and hug you then drag you into the bed with him so he could bury his face in your neck and cry , it makes him feel safe.

If he doesn't want hug you ,then you won't be able to catch him, put him in the mood first.

He is used to head and shoulder touches but he had never had anything far from that before.

you have to consider the feelings of this poor boy.

ᡣ𐭩

‧₊˚ 🍔 ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🪻(Rock)

♡ real bear for cuddle

dont mind it any time anywhere the most important thing too him is that you feel comfortable in the spaces.

just imagine him out of the shower hug you from behind with his loose hair and kisses your neck his voice is so deep after all that long tiring day of work out,now all he wants is to enjoy his cake (you are the cake).

if you’re resting on his chest after lunch he will play with your hair and tickle your tummy.

he is the most obsessed when kissing you , but please dont make it too long he gets out of breath easily.

sometimes he puts his head on your chest for bedtime to make him more sleepy,but no sleep for you ^^! he’s going snore ofcourse.

the fact that you will be his first love.

He like to hold hands and compare the sizes of your hands to his!.

He shows emotion in public and doesn't care to be honest. He's just happy to be with you, so the opinion of others doesn't matter.

———

#nanbaka x reader #nanbaka uno #nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka fan #nanbaka #nanbaka rock #nanbaka nico #nanbaka the numbers #headcanon #nanbaka headcanon

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a-living-canvas · 4 months ago

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Today is my birthday so...

Imperfect Twirls

It's Whumpee's birthday. Today, they would be celebrating it with Caretaker after three years straight doing it with Whumper. They hoped they would get many gifts, a giant cake and a lot of quality time with Caretaker.

Where is Caretaker by the way? Perhaps they are planning for a surprise party?

Whumpee walked downstairs. They spotted Caretaker on the couch with paperworks full on the table. Caretaker seemed to be engrossed in their work as Whumpee sat down beside them, waiting for them to notice their presence.

When they didn't, Whumpee poked their shoulder. Caretaker turned to face them, they had eye bags under their eyes.

"Um, are you okay?" Whumpee asked.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. Why? Do you need something?"

Whumpee beamed up at the question, their eyes filled with pure excitement. Whumpee scooted closer to Caretaker, smiling giddily. "Can we go out today?" (So you can prepare the surprise party for me)

Caretaker thought for a moment before they sighed softly. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm so busy today."

"But, today is my—"

"Shh…!"

Caretaker pressed their index finger against Whumpee's lips as they picked up the phone call. Whumpee stiffened for a moment as they watched Caretaker talking with their friend. Seemed like they were really busy today, maybe Whumpee shouldn't bother them in the first place.

Whumpee stood up and made their way to their room. They plopped down on the bed, disappointment washed over them. Suddenly they felt lonely, having no one to celebrate their birthday with. Maybe just one simple greeting from Caretaker could lift their mood a bit.

Caretaker knocked on the door and Whumpee immediately sat up, feeling the excitement bubbling in their chest again.

"Come in…!"

Caretaker pushed open the door and smiled softly at Whumpee. They sat beside them, looking apologetically. "I'm sorry about earlier. You can say what you want, I'm all ears."

Whumpee shifted slightly, fidgeting with their fingers. "Well, nothing much. Just wondering if you want to do something for today."

Caretaker raised an eyebrow, "Today? Why should I?"

"Well, you know…"

Caretaker chuckled, pinching Whumpee's cheek. "No, I don't know. What about today, Whumpee?"

Whumpee was slightly taken aback by Caretaker, they looked at them in confusion. "Are you…serious? You don't remember what day today is?"

Caretaker shook their heads and Whumpee could feel the confusion growing into frustation inside them. "You should know that…! You should know that today is my— you know what? Forget it."

Whumpee huffed out a sigh, pouting as they laid on the bed with their back facing Caretaker. Caretaker sighed softly, "Well, I need to go to a very important meeting with the Team Leader. Would you be okay on your own?"

"Yes." (No)

"Alright…and oh! There's a parcel for you."

Whumpee sat up again, raising their eyebrows. "But I didn't order anything though."

Caretaker gave them a small box wrapped in a black wallpaper before leaving them alone in the room. Whumpee examined the box, wondering what could be inside it.

Whumpee opened the gift wrap gently with their hands, removing the sellotapes around the box. The box finally opened and their eyes widened in shock. they should be mad, angry or scared even, but they couldn't help but smile at what they were seeing.

Typical Whumper. A greeting card that said, 'Happy Birthday, Pet' and a photo of Whumper smashing Whumpee's face into their birthday cake. Whumpee still remembered the day the picture was taken. It's when they first celebrated their birthday with Whumper.

Whumpee chuckled, the memory made tears roll down their cheeks as they stared at the picture. A part of them couldn't help but miss at Whumper.

"Idiot…"

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @jennyyy007 @failgiao891 @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @risk606 @heyyitsworld @valravnthefrenchie @theforeverdyingperson

@electrons2006♡

#whump community #whump writing #whump #whumplr #whump drabble #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #whumpblr #whump story #birthday whump

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poppy-metal · 5 months ago

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idk if u plan on making clingy!Reader an AU but I imagine the first time they hook up she’s just crying and babbling about how thankful she is for this, that he’s the first guy to ever want her, no one would even look at her ,, and Patrick just kinda melts and goes even harder

This may or may not be a tad bit self indulgent 🙂‍↕️ (ugly loser core)

please patrick taking readers virginity is so 🥺 he doesn't expect it to be a big deal - i mean, he knows it is for you - and he'll make it good, of course - you're not the first virgin hes fucked, and a part of him likes it. the scummy part - the part that likes that hes leaving a mark, not on your particularly, but on anyone. virginity is a construct blah blah blah, whatever - he's your first. you'll remember him. he's important, he matters.

he knows he's a bit fucked when you shake under him - and he has the urge to soothe you - so he does. strokes his hand up your trembling thigh and tells you how pretty your pussy is - parts your shining lips with his fingers and has to swallow because fuck you're small down there. he knows he's gonna stretch you out and you're gonna choke his cock - fuck, fuck fuck.

he pumps you full of his finger - crammed tight in your wet squelching cunt - forcing it open as you twitch and whine and you're so cute, you grip onto his forearm where its flexing and you let out these little hitching breaths - cant get out full sentences, hes already making you feel so good.

he wants to put his tongue on your pussy - wants to spread you all the way open as wide as he can so he can lick you where you're all pink and wet inside - tongue your clit till you cry because if you're this overwhelmed by his fingers his tongue will drive you insane. and that's bad because this is a one time thing and he knows he's not sticking around for a second, even if your sounds are cute and your pussy is so fucking hot and tight and he wants to lean down and really make you gush on his face - tongue down between your cheeks until he - but no.

he fists his cock and when he works it inside you he looks down at where you're struggling to take him in but fuck, you take it. the flared lips of your cunt splayed around the thick intrusion of the first cock in your body - he should've fucked you on a nicer bed - not his shitty fucking box spring that creaks under his knees as he forces more of himself into you - you deserve better but it doesn't matter, does it because you picked him and you're fucking gagging for it -

"so big - so big, i - oh its -"

and you reach down to feel where hes splitting you open - eyes wide in wonder like you can't believe he fits - that you're really being penetrated by a cock - and its thick and heavy and wide and pushing pushing pushing - making room where you thought there was none.

"patrick -"

you say it kind of helplessly - like you're almost scared, shocked by how much you like this new feeling. your eyes roll back and then he feels your walls clamping around him and fuck - he looks down, lips parted -

"oh fuck, baby - are you coming?"

he cant believe it. not the coming part - he's fucking golden on making people cum on his dick. its the fact that its your first time and he hasn't even gotten to the whole fucking part of you know, fucking - and you're already spasming around him and arching like its an exorcism and jesus christ he thinks this is the most turned on he's ever been in his life.

he hunkers down over you, knees sliding against the backs of your shaking thighs to spread them wide - bears down and starts working his hips - needs to feel that pussy as it cums on his dick for the first time - you wail. hands flying up to his shoulders like you dont know if you want to claw him closer or push him away.

he makes the decision for you - overpowering you easily with your wrists in his hands, pinned down on either side of you - legs forced apart to bear the brunt of his thrusts -

he gets in your face. the dogtag necklace he wears bumping your chin as his lips skim yours - "that's so fucking hot - little virgin pussy likes this big dick inside er'? dont push me away - you fucking came all over me - can fucking feel it on my balls, you little slut - fuck -" you're going cross eyed at his thrusts at his words - he can feel the effect of it, the ripple of that pussy right on the veins of his dick as he fucking pounds you. "- was gonna be gentle but you fucking botched that - you fucking take this cock -"

he thinks you're perfect - perfect and beautiful and you cling to him and take everything he gives you like its the best thing you've ever felt. his lips crash against yours - less of a kiss and more of just a hungry mawing - you open your mouth to him and let him lick inside it - fuck his tongue down your throat and when he pulls back and wraps a hand around your throat, testing, you arch into it.

and when he says "open your mouth." it opens, wide and pink inside - and when he fucking spits in it and tells you to swallow that shit you do that too, a dazed look in your eye and he realizes you'd probably let him do anything to you.

and that might be too much power for him to have.

#ask #do NAWT insult urself to ME #he <3 #fwb!patrick #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader

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iouinotes · 10 months ago

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Heroic Betrayal | Luke Castellan (part 1)

SPOILER FOR THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS SERIES AND THE BOOKS

pairing: Luke Castellan x female!reader

show: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

warnings: dark!character, betrayal, implied sexual content, heavy angst, kidnapping

word count: 5,8k

summary: When Luke switches to the dark side, he tries everything possible to win you for him.

a/n: so as the show comes to an end (dont cry dont cry dont cry), I thought I would finally post this :)))

read part 2 here

"I'll find you!" his voice echoes through the forest, my laughter much louder than I intend to. But that´s just how it always goes. It's our own little tradition.

Every year when the camp starts again and we meet after the holidays passed, we play hide and seek in the dangerous forest of the half-blood camp. The creatures usually don't come across our path, in recent years it has rarely happened, that we actually had to defend ourselves against them.

Once it was an angry dryad, who threw branches at me (she had a crush on Luke and wanted revenge, but since I could understand her feelings and felt sad for her, we sorted it out).

Another time we were spotted by some camp members, who made fun of us, but Luke must have said something to them later, because we haven't been bothered by these troublemakers since.

It is always the same pattern, but each time there is still something special about it. We have grown, became more mature (I think), and have more and more experience about the struggles in life.

So being able to just let go for a few moments and being completely alone with him is probably the best thing to keep myself sane (even if he drives me a little bit crazy with the love I hold for him).

But a lot has changed recently.

It all started when rumors spread, that Zeus' lightning bolt had been stolen by Poseidon's son. And then the most supportive, bravest, sassy kid in the world showed up here. Percy Jackson. Ever since I met him, even though it's not his fault, there's been war going on. The gods are angry, the monster attacks became worse and again, rumors about the oldest, most powerful titan Kronos reached the camp.

It scared and frightened many people, including me. That's why we've been training harder and stay awake, even when the stars are shining, so that we can prepare for any catastrophe. To be able to fight.

My mother is the goddess Demeter, my father a simple man. I adore them both, even though my mother isn't one of my closest contacts. But I never really held that against her, because at least she decided to acknowledge me as her daughter. After all, it's a privilege that not everyone gets. My siblings and friends at camp are important to me, but the world is changing and so is everything around it.

The only stability I have left is my boyfriend Luke.

If I had to rely on one person in the whole world (and by that I also mean the underworld), it would be him.

He's been my best friend since I arrived at this camp. We've been together through ups and downs, I know every side of him and he knows everything about me too. Many of the people here are like blank pages to me, but not him. He is like my favorite book, that lays open to me and allows me to read each letter individually. Just as I know every of his dreams, every secret, every truth and every lie. He is my protector, my hero in every dark night and every bright day. Without him, I don't even know who I am. He is a part of me and my heart wouldn't be whole without him.

I watched him grow up. From the small, thin boy whose eyes hid so much pain and sadness to the strong, soulful leader he is today.

His beauty cannot be influenced by anything, he is like my very own sun, without him I could not survive.

I wouldn't want it any other way though.

Now, I'm hiding behind a tree with my back pressed against the bark and I am able to hear the cracking and swinging of the branches.

I smile so wide, that my cheeks start to hurt, when I hear his voice calling. My heart is beating in my throat, but it's not just the adrenaline of not getting caught. It's because of my love for him, which is so strong that sometimes I'm afraid of it. But only in the moments when I realize that nothing, but him is my biggest flaw. I think I would do anything for him.

Then I concentrate again and listen to the sounds around me. But his voice has fallen silent and I don't hear his footsteps anymore.

My eyebrows furrow, confused I try to look around the tree and search for an orange t-shirt. Likely together with his slim body, biceps, beautiful face and wonderful personality.

But when I want to withdraw again, it's already too late. A branch breaks behind me and before I can move I'm pushed against the tree from behind.

I immediately feel his body against mine, hear the laughter in his voice and listen to his strained breathing. His hands wrap around my body and turn me towards him, so that we are now face to face.

He's taller than me and as I look up, I feel the familiar fluttering feeling in my chest. I am so in love with him.

He grins triumphantly at me and I lean against the tree, smiling kindly.

"Found you, princess." The light reflects in his brown eyes and some of his curls are laying wildly on his head. He looks like an angel.

"I made it easy for you." My voice teases him and when he leans in so close to me, that our lips almost touch, I forget how to think properly. A habit I can't change. He's just so captivating.

"Yeah? You think I wouldn't have found you otherwise? Funny. I remember that in the last few years, I always was the winner of our little game." His lips brush mine, I want nothing more than to kiss him. But he knows that, which is why he slowly pulls back, when I start to lean forward.

When I want to complain, he puts his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. My knees almost give out, I feel so intoxicated by his presence.

"I-I wanted you to find me." My voice whispers quietly.

His eyebrows rise in mock surprise.

"Then I guess, I can claim my prize without feeling bad." In the next second, his lips are on mine and I'm unable to do anything, other than kissing him back. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the warmth that radiates from him. He sets my heart on fire.

While pushing me against the tree, I've completely forgotten about, he lets his hands wrap possessively around my waist. Digging his nails into my hips, to keep me grounded. Otherwise, I would probably get lost in those sensations.

Luke kisses in a way, like it's the last time he'll have the chance. (As if I would ever want to keep him from doing that).

He's passionate, my body feels like it's on fire and the heat inside me feels so good, that I want more. I can never get enough of him and he knows it. He grins against my lips, but he doesn't break the kiss. I think he secretely loves knowing how much he can mess with me, with just a few kisses.

My hands find his hair and pull him closer to me, our chests touch and his breathing mingles with mine.

It is wonderful and so precious, I would refuse any gift from the gods just to be close to him.

When he pulls away from me, our bodies are still close. My eyes open and look dreamily into his, our gazes reflect a familiarity and love that is like nothing I have ever experienced.

He smiles at me, pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear and leans himself against me. His fingers stroke the exposed skin of my pulled-up shirt.

"I've missed you." If my heart hasn't melted before, it has now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and hug him, we stand in our embrace for a moment. Enjoying each other's closeness, the calm feeling until the next chaotic situation happens.

"Now we are together again. Only that matters." It's quiet around us and when I close my eyes for the second time, I hear his fast heartbeat. I have to supress a smile.

The wind is the only thing I hear until his voice breaks the silence.

"Something will happen soon. Something big." The peaceful atmosphere is threatened by his words and when I look at his face again, I see his worried eyes.

I sigh, but then nod to agree with him. "I thought about that too, it feels different. Like something is coming our way, that we can't control."

His fingers stroke my cheek and for a moment, his face holds an expression, that I can't understand. It resembles regret.

But before I can ask him about it, he smiles tenderly at me again.

"Nothing will separate us. The world is just a game. It's a matter of time and making the right moves." That is his motto. But I'm not always convinced of this. Even though I trust him to do the right thing.

"I'm just worried we'll get seperated, you know? Evil can be sneaky and traitors always exist. You never know who you can trust." Something I said must have really bothered him, because he looks like I just stabbed him.

This time I ask him about it.

"What's on your mind? You can tell me. Two people who worry about something are better, than one who is alone with it." I take his hand and stroke his skin, it feels cold even though we have summer.

"Nothing, just- I don't want to lose you. I couldn't be here without you. I need you. I mean...I-I love you. You know that I would do anything to keep us together, right?"

His words surprise me. I know he loves me. I can sense that, everyone probably does. But he has never worn his heart on his sleeve and the three magical words only come out of his mouth on special occasions. The fact that he's telling me now surprises me.

"Of course. I trust you. We will survive together, I know that. Are you worried because of the rumors about the Titan King?" This topic is always very critical and he usually doesn't like to talk about it, but this time I decide to address it directly.

"He will come. I just want you to be safe, when it happens." He sounds so confident it gives me goosebumps.

"Perhaps. His followers will definitely try. But love is stronger than anything else. Especially our love. We will get through it." He doesn't look convinced, so I turn his face towards mine and kiss him.

My voice sounds soft, when I speak again.

"Luke, I love you. I could never leave you. Not even the King of the Underworld will be able to keep us apart. I promised to be by your side in every moment of our lives. You are my soul and without it I am damned."

This seems to reassure him, but I feel like he's not telling me something of great importance. But I don't want to push him, I know he will tell me when the time comes.

He always does.

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As the day comes to an end, I say goodnight to my siblings and report for my night watch duty. The situation has been a lot more worse the recent weeks. Kronos exists, my worst fear was confirmed. And he is building an army, that is so strong that it will be difficult to fight against it. But what I'm really worried about are the rumors about our people, who have also joined his cause.

Nobody knows who, the spies have been hiding ever since. I've never felt like I was paying more attention to my words than I am now. The only person I don't have to hold back to is Luke.

But even with him I notice the effects of the bad news. The circles under his eyes are darker than ever and his nerves are so frayed, that every little thing makes him want to explode. His temper is hanging by a thread, that is increasingly threatening to break. And I'm trying everything to prevent this.

No matter if I try it by making him laugh (which has become difficult), massaging his tense shoulders, trying to kiss him to the point of forgetfulness (usually it's the other way around) or when he takes out his frustration by burying himself deep inside me. With every thrust of his hips, I feel him relax, his hand so tight around my body as if I would run away, if he didn't hold me close enough.

He's changing and I'm trying my best to maintain his good sides. That he doesn't completely lose himself in his responsibilities and the pressure, that he has, because he is a member of the camp council.

Besides, I can't complain, when he fucks me until I can't breathe aynmore and I block out everything around me. When he comes, he whispers the sweetest things in my ear. Even if sometimes they sound so protective, that I could almost come from his voice alone.

When he whispers to me how good I am for him or how much he loves being able to have such a power over me like that - maybe it should scare me, but I trust him like no one else.

My mind concentrated his best for my shift, but when I finally go to bed after quiet some time, my eyes quickly close.

Looking back, I wish I had never let myself sleep that night.

Because, when I close my eyes I see waves. Hear the seagulls screaming in the sky, the fish swimming in the water and the distant cries of strangers.

It's all unusual and the bright light would blind me, if I didn't avert my gaze. And as soon as I do it, I see a ship. It's huge, rust shimmers in the sunrays, the anchor shows that it's been in the same place for a while now.

I feel something pulling me towards it, pushing and burning in my chest, leaving me with a tremor that I can feel, even in my deep sleep.

As I flit through the window like a ghost, I feel paralyzed. My blood freezes, I want to disappear immediately and in my mind I scream at myself to wake up.

But it's no use, whatever is here, someone decided that I have to see it. Only then, my wish will be fulfilled and I can wake up. So, I hide in a corner, there are scratched picture frames above me and broken glass is scattered on the floor. The monsters that loudly crush the glass ahead of me seem unstoppable.

I tremble as I look at at least seven dracaenae, several shaggy hellhounds and set my eyes on gigantes, that take up almost the entire room.

But that is nothing compared to the terror, that grips me when I see my classmates. My friends. People I trusted, who I fought alongside, for who I cared about. People I would have sacrificed myself for. They all betrayed me. And I feel close to tears. When I want to turn away, I hear a voice that almost brings me to my knees.

It's Luke.

My faithful and caring protector, my heroic love. Someone, to which I had dedicated everything. He was my life, with every single breath I took. The motivation behind my every action. The reason I wanted to survive in this cruel world. He was everything I had and everything I will ever have and in that moment it was abruptly taken from me.

I didn't have the strength to concentrate, it was as if every fiber of my body was on fire, triggered by the torment of my suffering heart. Seeing him like that, in black armor, Kronos' silver mark glittering around his neck, instead of his colorful necklace. A stoic, hostile expression on his face, his hands gripping his sword, it all hurt too much to watch.

And as I sank to the floor and covered my eyes with my hands, I was still forced to listen. I couldn't understand why he was saying such things.

"With every day he becomes stronger, with every participation in our army, we become stronger. Everything is planned, the camp is weak. Just like all of its residents. The surprise is on our side, because we will show no mercy. We will kill anyone, who does not confess to us. Do you hear me? No hostages will be taken. Only Hades population will be expanded."

The screams around me are so loud, so angry and horrific that I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I don't want to see any of that. The person infront of me is not my Luke.

A kind of fog creeps around me and I feel cold, it seems too late to forget it now. When I notice the golden coffin and Lukes hunched posture, the scar on the side of his face, I realize he is praying to him.

To the fall of Olympus. Kronos.

I want to cry, to scream, to be angry - but I just feel like every part of my heart is breaking and will never be whole again. Luke will never again be the one to heal it.

My consciousness leaves the ship until I finally wake up, but I can't move at first. I feel lost, my muscles are stiff and after a few seconds I notice that I'm shaking. But it's not because I'm cold, the summer air is wafting in the air.

Such dreams are rare, but are like the own scary predictions of the future.

And then it comes all back so me, the memories, that have just turned my whole life upside down. Traitor. The word appears in my mind, I feel like I almost can't breathe. And then there is a finger on my cheek, gently stroking the skin and my chest immediately becomes warm.

I know this gesture.

When I open my eyes, I see his loving eyes and the smile that covers his mouth makes my heart clench in sorrow.

It was just a nightmare. Luke would never betray me.

But the whispers in my head say otherwise.

As we continue to look at each other in silent, I notice his furrowed eyebrows.

"What's wrong, my love? Did you have a nightmare? You look scared. Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will always protect you." His voice is so calm, so usual loving and it makes the butterflies in my stomach fly around like crazy.

He is so beautiful.

As he briefly turns his head to tighten the blanket around me, I see his side profile and the scar. Reminders of my dream crash onto me like a lightning strike from Zeus himself.

I sat up abruptly. Luke is a servant of our enemy. How could I ignore that? I feel like I'm almost starting to hyperventilate. The thought, this nightmare, Luke's appearance, this evil feeling - it makes me sick. And I'm suddenly so afraid, more than I have ever been in my life. But I can't tell if it's the fact that I just found out he joined Cronos' army or that he broke my heart doing so.

I see him tense, my panic seems to be affecting him too.

My thoughts are so confusing, I don't know what to do, I have to tell someone. I have to-

His hands find their way to my cheeks, cupping them gently to direct his gaze towards himself. I would have preferred not to look at him, but I have no choice. His eyes search mine.

Then, as if the weight of Atlas punishment was put on his shoulders, he lowers them. His lips tremble slightly and his eyes look at me, as if I am the most valuable thing in the world and he is about to lose it.

"You know it." He doesn't have to say what he means by that. We both know.

I want to break away from him, but he won't let me. He's always been much stronger.

But everything still feels so different, light surrounds us and I can't really feel my body.

"Listen to me, please. I can explain it. Please-" The world goes silent, before he can finish his sentence.

It is too much.

I stifle a scream. I want to jump out of bed, but his hands hold me close. I only manage to fall to the ground, breathing heavily, but his arms are much stronger and I'm still weakened by my dream. He trys to hold me in a position, so that his back hugs me. His hands grab mine and one of them covers my mouth to silence me, when I want to scream for help.

With any other person, I would have known what to do. With anyone but him, I could have defended myself without any problems. But it wasn't just anyone and what he had done to me, the betrayal he had committed, was nothing I could handle.

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, to kick him, but the more I cried and the more hysterical I became, the easier it was for him to have control over me.

And for the first time, it scared me.

"Please calm down, I have to explain it to you- you have to know, that I never wanted to deceive you, please-" I notice how his voice is failing and he has to pull himself together, to not to lose his composure.

When I shake his hand away and want to yell again, he grabs my neck with such a warning force, that no sound escapes me.

I tremble in his hold. Tears stream down my cheeks and I literally feel my heart breaking.

Then he starts whispering in my ear and his grip feels like a tragic prison.

"Nobody can know. I never wanted you to find out. Not until I convinced you, that it is the right thing to join him. Because he will win, sweetheart. I want us to win by his side." His voice sounds so confident and at the same time, as if he was a completely different person.

Tears continue running down my face and he slightly let's go of me, so he can comfort me.

"If you would just listen to me, you will understand my actions. Please, just listen to me-" but the world blurs infront of my eyes and I am only able to whisper three words, before darkness surrounds me.

"You betrayed me."

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When I wake up, my head hurts so much, that it takes me several minutes to open my eyes. When I finally do it, I almost have a heart attack.

I recognize the similarity of this room from my dream. When I stand up, I run to the round window and look out, being only able to see the blue sea. Feeling empty and alone.

When I want to step out the door, I expect it to be locked. But instead the handle turns and I step out of the room. I'm so surprised about that, that I'm acting without thinking twice.

As I walk around the next corner, the deck creaks and I see an ugly creature in front of me, that makes every instinct to escape kick in.

I run in the other direction, but every turn makes me more desperate and, without any consideration, I run into the hall, I was so afraid of.

It is filled with all kinds of ciders, and I also see the figures of my classmates, wounded and unhappy.

It's all so overwhelming, that I dont even see him standing on the podium, in the first place.

But as the monsters try to grab me, his voice echoes through the room with an affable authority.

"Nobody touches her. You hear me? Nobody. She is under my protection." I almost freeze into a stature, as he comes towards me and I have no way of avoiding him. No weapon is within my reach, his eyes notice my growing panic.

"Everyone leaves the room. Now." Nobody discusses it, even if some roll their eyes or quietly protest. His authority is unquestioned, it sends a cold shiver down my spine.

When the last doors slam shut, we stand a few meters opposite each other.

"The doors are guarded." It's the first thing he says.

When he tries to approach me, I lose my nerves and run to the corner with the broken glass, that I saw in my dream. I take them in my hands.

I see his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.

"You- you want to fight me?" He actually sounds surprised and sad. Like I was the one who betrayed him and not the other way around.

"Don't come any closer. I may not have been able to do anything last time, but if you take one step closer then-" I don't know what to say. In no scenario did I ever think, I would have to threaten him.

But despite my warning, he comes towards me with his hands raised, the panic within me so palpable, that I can feel every muscle in my body.

I dodge, when he is only a few meters in front of me. Right into the next corner. As far away from him as possible.

"Princess, you can't keep me away forever. I've always loved that about you. You need me as much as you need to breathe."

It's supposed to sound sweet, but his words make me feel sick

"I'd rather suffocate." He didn't expect that. My words hit him so unexpectedly that he is almost speechless. Almost.

"I won't hurt you. You just have to let me get to you and I'll show you everything. You will understand, believe me." He really thinks, I'll just stay by his side and let him explain.

"Are you crazy? You're a traitor, Luke. You- you betrayed everyone. You betrayed me. How could you do this?" I suppress my tears, because that's exactly what he's waiting for. That my defense becomes weaker. I can't allow this.

"You dont understand. I always told you I would protect you. And I can only do that, if I'm on the winning side. And I am now. We are." His eyes flash with a craziness that makes me tremble. I don't recognize him.

"Why are you acting this way? You are doing the wrong thing - you give up everything. You're giving up on us." Tears leave my eyes and I see him take a few steps in my direction.

"I'm doing the right thing for us. You'll see. You just have to trust me, please. You know I always win. With the power he gives me, I will be invincible. You don't have to worry about one of us dying in this war anymore." I can't move, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have a way out now. He's too close.

"You are wrong. I would rather die in this war than join this monster and his deceitful army." The shards in my hand hurt, but I don't let them go. They're the only thing I can use to defend myself.

"You would leave me?" His eyes are staring into my soul.

"Would you fight me?" Every word is more intimidating.

"Would you stop loving me?" His words are like his own shards, leaving deep wounds in my heart.

He's standing right in front of me now, looking at me like I'm fragile.

Then he whispers "Would you kill me?"

In the next second, he suddenly has my hands in his, making me drop the glass. Be is only a few centimeters away from me now, his eyes are looking into my own.

"Would you, princess? Then show me." Suddenly he does something, I would have never expected. He takes out his sword and puts it in my hands.

His own hands go behind his back, his eyes tempting me. I feel all the blood in my body drain.

"Do it. I can't live in a world, where you don't love me anymore. In which you are no longer by my side. I am yours. That will never change, just like my love for you."

I can barely hold the sword, it's so wobbly in my hands. He stands in front of me and gives me every chance to defeat him. But I can't move.

It's quiet for a moment, then I see new hope in his eyes and when he speaks again, the tone of his voice melts my heart.

"What did you say a few months ago, you would always let me win? Let's win together this time. Please, just listen to me." His hand strokes my cheek. Wipes away the tears.

Then he drops his hand and grasps his sword, letting it fall to the ground.

He takes my hand instead.

"Follow me." He pulls me behind him, closer and closer to the golden coffin, it's like I'm in a trance, but when I finally feel the cold aura of something cruel, I'm able to think clearly again.

"No-" I don't want to be one step closer to this thing.

He turns around so quickly, that I can only slap his cheek, before he grabs me again.

"That was for kidnapping me. Let me go now!" I want to avoid his grasp. But again he does something I don't expect.

He holds me still, catches my gaze and then, kisses me so gently that the feeling alone makes me almost completely defenseless. His hands cup my cheeks, grip my hair, hold my body.

This is probably his worst trick. I've never been able to resist one of his kisses. And he knows that. He uses it against me.

Then he murmurs words against my lips, that barely reach my ears.

My heart is pounding in my throat.

"You feel this? We belong together. It is not written anywhere on which side we need to be. As long as we are together." His fingers stroke my lower lip, his figure towers over me and for a moment my surroundings fade. It's almost like always.

But he's not wearing his orange t-shirt, his expression isn't relaxed, and I don't hear any insults from the camp members in the distance.

"You're manipulating me." I am powerless against him. I thought we were on the same team, that no one had more power over the other one. But I was so wrong.

His eyebrows furrow again, and when his hands try to pull me against him, I hit his chest, without thinking, with the only piece of glass I hid in my pocket. But unlike I expected, nothing happens. The shard bounces off his skin and falls loudly to the ground. I can only stare at him in disbelief.

"How-" He just looks at me worried, no anger is visible in his eyes.

"You can't hurt me. I have the curse of Achilles upon me." I suddenly become aware of the effect the lake Styx in the underworld hast and I almost fall to the ground at the realization, my knees weaken.

"That was a test earlier. You wanted to see if I would kill you-" my voice fails.

He just looks at me sadly and smiles in regret. My heart becomes heavy.

"And I knew you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. You would never hurt someone you love. Not if you'd kill me in the process." What can I do? He knows me better than anyone, he can see right through my every thought.

"I can't do this, Luke. I-I can't be together with you, if you are like this." I'm serious, but he doesn't believe me.

"That's what you think, but it's a lie. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the more pain you avoid. Our souls are linked together, without me you are not able to live. I know, that you will continue to love me, no matter what I decide to do. That's how much you love me. You would rather die than not loving me."

I can't listen to him. I can't.

But his eyes are like all the promises in the world. He is my world. How could I ever forget that?

"Please come back with me, Luke. I-I won't tell anyone, but please. Let's go, let's forget everything, please-" I cant deal with this anymore. It's like he's draining all the energy out of me. More with every word, that leaves his lips.

"I can not do that. It will stay the way it is now. Don't fight against me, fight with me. You are so smart and loyal, you will be convinced. He will show you." His eyes now flash with something that frightens me. I see his hunger for power, something that has always been dormant within him.

"Luke, the only thing I ever really wanted was you. No power, no war, no prosperity. Only you. But I'm about to lose you. Don´t do this to me, I beg you." My hands find his face, stroke the skin and I look into his eyes. But they are no longer the same ones I fell in love with.

I never thought he would love having power more than he loves me. It breaks my heart.

"I have decided. Nothing will change about that. Not even your pleadings. I'm sorry." His eyes reflect my desperation.

"What's holding you back? All you need is me." He says it so confident, that I almost wonder, why I don´t agree with him.

But my conscience has always been my greatest strength.

"I won't betray them. I couldn't live with myself, if I did." He takes a step back.

"But you could live without me? You would rather be by Jackson's side than mine?" His words hurt me. But he speaks the truth.

"I love you Luke, more than I ever thought was possible. But just as you put power before me, I put loyalty first. And I'm not sorry about that."

Frustration finally seeps through his perfect facade. I wonder how long he's been playing with me. The thought of it makes everything inside me tighten.

"I am not letting you go. Our fate is set. You will recognize it too and when that happens, you will be on my side."

His conviction frightens me, but this time it doesn't freeze me into a statue. Now, I'm running away.

And luckely, he didn't expect that.

For a few minutes now I've noticed one of the windows, that doesn't look very stable. I just have to jump against it to open it.

"NO!" Luke's voice echoes across the room, loud and warning, but it doesn't stop me. Before he can catch up with me, I jump towards the window, my shoulder hurts, but I was right, it breaks.

But I didn't think about the height difference and I realize it might be too late to do something about it now.

As I try to hold on to the wall outside, two thoughts repeat in my mind.

Either I die or I'm trapped.

Then I hear Luke's voice. He sounds desperate and at the same time angry, like I have never heard him before.

The wall is slippery and it takes every bit of strength in me not to fall, I know it would be my death. I hold on to the broken wall.

"She is outside. Get her back, NOW!" My muscles hurt and I don't know what to do. Then I hear the loud beating of wings. Before I can see who it is, I hear Percy's quiet voice. I feel like crying.

"Drop down, I've got you." I have to trust him. So, I let myself fall without thinking.

Then I feel myself landing on something soft, I hold on to it and my knuckles turn white.

The screams and shouts of the monsters make me tremble, I just want to get out of here. Even if it means, that I perhaps will never see Luke again.

"Come on, now. They'll be here soon." As the wings of the Pegasus move towards the sky, towards freedom, I let the tears fall. The wind is beating around my ears and I can only see in the corner of my eyes that we are getting closer to the clouds.

"I'll find you!"

Luke's threatening voice is the last thing I remember as I close my eyes from the grief of leaving him.

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