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Franco Colapinto, where his girlfriend gets jealous of his interviews, so she does everything to make him jealous in return.
a taste of his own medicine â.àłàż*- franco colapinto
summary: you've had enough of your boyfriend's shameless flirting during interviews, and hatch a plan to get back at him for it w/c : 1.3k
a/n: AAAA this is such a cute idea anon - i wrote a good chunk of this a while ago but only just finished the last bit today, thank u for the req and i hope u enjoy !! <333
You wondered if your boyfriend could feel the stone-cold glare you were giving the back of his head from your spot in the VIP lounge - though if he could, he surely wasn't doing anything about it.
Initially, there hadn't been any problems with keeping your relationship secret - in fact, it had been your idea for a number of reasons. You just didn't consider yourself ready to be swarmed and scrutinised by the media or have the title of 'F1 wag' bestowed upon you. It didn't feel right, if anything it felt like a disservice to boil down your relationship with Franco to something so sensationalized. Keeping it private seemed the best decision, at least for the time being. But now, the longer you watched your boyfriend shamelessly flirt with anyone who crossed his path, the more you grew to regret this decision.
You weren't by any means a jealous person by nature, but something about the fact that no one but you had any problem with this situation - and only because they didn't know about your relationship - irritated you. If only you could figure out a way to make Franco feel the same way you were. Just at that moment, as if by fate, you spotted a young-looking boy in a race suit walking casually past the lounge. His carefree walk, curly brown hair and boyish smile - bingo.
"Hey there," you called out, hopping up from the chair you were sitting in and walking over to the boy.
"Oh, hello," he replied, seemingly taken aback by being addressed by you.
"Sorry, it's just that I'm a little new to all of this and," you look him up and down, "you look like you know what you're doing, do you think you could show me around?"
He laughs shyly, hand rubbing the back of his nape. "Well, I mean, alright then, I'm Ollie by the way."
"Lovely to meet you, Ollie." You offer a girly giggle which you try your best not to cringe at as you follow the boy, who begins to walk around the nearest garage.
He begins to explain things, the process of getting ready to drive, the roles of different team members and the physics of the car itself - all of which you could care less about, but you nod earnestly regardless. Along the way, you even offer any mechanic or engineer who seems your age a friendly smile, and even a wink if they're particularly good-looking.
It's just your luck too that all of this is happening just close enough to the media hubs where your boyfriend has been stuck all afternoon. You try your best not to look too often over at him, not wanting to give away the true intentions of this mini tour you're scored for yourself. He doesn't seem to share the same sentiment though, based off of how many times you've caught him stealing glances at you, his eye following watchfully as you laugh and tease your impromptu tour guide.
"And so every element of car design has the purpose of making it as fast as possible, either through aerodynamics or by making everything lightweight," he continues to explain excitedly, and even though you're starting to feel dizzy from all the nodding you give him a quick one.
"Oh, wow!" You say, and before you know it you've landed yourself in the perfect position - within both earshot and line of vision of your boyfriend who seems to be wrapping up one of his last interviews for the night. Now, for the cherry on top.
You watch as Franco finishes saying his goodbyes to the last of the media crew, his eyes now searching the paddock for you. Knowing that he's looking at you, you throw your head back in laughter at nothing in particular and bring a hand up to graze Ollie's upper arm. Though you have his back to him you know your boyfriend well enough that when you feel a hand on your own shoulder mere seconds later, you aren't too shocked.
"Oh, hello Franco," you hum, feigning innocence. "Ollie here was just showing me around and keeping me company, isn't he the sweetest?"
"Very sweet." He grins through gritted teeth, though his strengthening grip on your shoulder says otherwise.
"No problem, oh but hey I forgot to show you just one more th-"
"Thanks, kid, but my girlfriend and I have got to get going."
Trying not to make it too obvious on your face how pleased you were that your plan had worked, you thanked Ollie once more before you felt Franco's grip sliding down your arm and intertwining his fingers with yours. Desperately, he dragged you off and away from your tour guide - who had a slightly confused expression painted on his face as he watched the two of you disappear into the Williams garage. You were amazed by how quickly your boyfriend was walking as he pulled you into his driver's room, shutting the door behind you quickly.
"What was that?" he huffed immediately, not giving you a second to say anything. You only smiled in response, watching his normally calm expression morph into one of frustrated confusion.
"I told you, Ollie was showing me around, you were busy with your interviews anyways," you decide to keep up the act of innocence, though you can tell he's not buying it.
"Bullshit, what sort of showing around involves touching him."
"I didn't think you were watching, those reporters seemed to keep you pretty occupied," you say in a sing-songy tone, throwing yourself down on the couch in his room. You wait for him to respond - something equally sarcastic or quippy, but when you turn to look at him you see him staring at the wall in front of him, eyes furrowed in confusion. Slowly, the cogs in his mind seem to start working as his expression slowly changes into one of realisation.
"You were jealous," he breathes out, turning to you with eyes wide and brows raised.
"Oh pfft- I wouldn't say jealous, bored now that might be more accurate but-" You're interrupted by him taking a seat on the couch next to you, face now painted with a smug look.
"You didn't like that I was talking to so many reporters, did you?" His teasing tone is enough to make your heart race a little, though you try your best to keep calm.
"I'm pretty sure you were doing a little more than talking babe, you were flirting!"
He looks at you with a slightly offended expression, "flirting?" It's almost as if he's just realising what he was doing.
"Uhm, duh."
"Did it really look like that?" His brows curve up into a pleading expression, "I didn't mean to, I swear!" You let out a soft chuckle watching his apologetic expression.
"It's fine baby, just try to be a little less friendly next time - I think your PR team would appreciate it anyway." He nods, scooting a little closer so that he can lay his head on your shoulder. There's a beat of silence before he speaks again.
"You were jealous," he hums, almost as if he's talking to himself.
"Wh- so were you! Poor Ollie is probably terrified of you now!"
"Whatever, he's a big boy, he'll live," he sighs, reaching for your hand and intertwining it in his "Plus, don't act like you're any better using that kid to get back at me."
"Hey, I had to do something before you walked out of that media room with a second girlfriend," you crossed your arms in annoyance, refusing to even look at him.
"You're cute when you're jealous," he laughs, before turning to peck at your jawline. Before you can stop you're melting into his touch, bringing a hand up to brush his curly hair away from his face. It might be a weak apology to some, but to you - to be here with him, in the privacy of his driver's room, away from Ollie, the reporters, and the rest of the world - it's more than enough.
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[tfp] optimus prime x human!reader
summary: you had to go on a business trip. optimus doesn't take it too well
cw: obsessed!optimus, hardcore pinning, angst, i wanted to practice writing dialogues and it shows lmao
word count: 1800
an: i want you guys to know that i am reading EVERY reblog and comment from you swirling my hair and kicking my legs like a schoolgirl
you are so real for that anon
When you, out of your own free will, expressed the desire to join him on patrol, Optimus was overjoyed. You rarely got the chance to be together, just the two of you, always consumed by work or saving the world. And although Optimus wouldnât dare ask you outright to accompany him on patrols (because the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable), he deeply longed to spend more time with you alone. He knew he was feeding only his own illusions, fueling the machinery of madness, but by this point, he couldnât stop. Not when you sat comfortably on his seat, gazing at the views outside the window, visibly content with your outing together.
He wanted so badly for this to be your everyday reality. Maybe then he could finally find some relief from his fixation, maybe you would even save him.
"Hey," you started, and his entire attention focused on you. "Actually, Iâve been meaning to tell you this for a while."
Oh.
Did your feelings match his? Did you feel affection for him as well? Had you noticed his suffering? Or maybe you wanted to reject him, once and for all, to make him understand that his passion was an illusion, that no matter how much he wanted it, the two of you could never be together â too incompatible, too different. That he had developed this coping mechanism, exhausted by the war.
But before Optimus could spiral further, you crushed his hopes.
"The company I work for is sending me on a business trip," you sighed, clearly dissatisfied with the news. "Itâs supposed to take two weeks, but you never really know with these trips, especially since theyâre sending me across the continent."
"I understand," he replied, his tone not betraying the turmoil within. "What does this business trip involve?"
"Oh, shoot, sorry! I should have explained that right away," you laughed casually as if you hadnât just delivered news that shattered his spark. "Business trip is assigned by an employer for training sessions, conferences, exhibitions, and other boring stuff. Kind of like a mission, but without explosions, action, or danger."
It was good to hear that youâd be safe, though you would truly be safest only at the base, under his watchful optics.
Pessimistic, ugly thoughts churned in his processor. Of all the things he expected to hear from you, this wasnât one of them. Suddenly, he feared being alone, feared his own dreams. Because he knew you wouldnât be there to comfort him after a nightmare, and nothing else could bring him peace.
"I am sorry to hear we will not see each other for two weeks," he said, "but I am confident you will do exceptionally well on this assignment. You are dependable, unyielding. You can handle anything."
"Oh, thank you," you answered, a bit flustered. You hadnât expected a compliment. "It just makes me sad to leave Jasper. I donât say it often enough, but I have a wonderful time with all of you. With you."
"Likewise, [Name]. When are you leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow. Tomorrow after work, Iâll say goodbye to everyone else."
So soon. Too soon. Heâd hoped you wouldnât leave until next week, to at least give him time to mentally prepare for the separation, but you denied him that luxury. Not that any amount of time would have prepared him for this.
Slowly, subtly enough that you wouldnât notice the change, he reduced his speed, prolonging your shared drive.
"Iâm not sure Iâll have time to write," you warned. "Unfortunately, theyâve given me a really tight schedule. But! If I can, Iâll write to the kids. Oh, and expect some souvenirs â Iâll bring something back for you all."
"You do not need to spend your valuable time searching for trinkets. But if you insist, I will cherish anything you bring me."
"Aw, donât worryâitâll be no trouble." You waved your hand dismissively. "You do so much for me, for the kids, for the whole Earth without asking for anything in return. You deserve something nice."
"I do not protect your planet for glory or offerings."
"I know, I know. Thatâs very noble. And amazing. So many years, sticking firmly to your values."
He eagerly soaked up your praise, allowing himself, if only for a brief moment, to forget the world around him, to forget his duties, unfulfilled promises, fallen brothers and sisters. Heâd never describe himself as 'amazing', nor did he believe the praise his own kind gave him about his greatness. But for you, he could believe it. If only for a moment, a few seconds, so that youâd leave on your mission thinking warmly of your time together and of him.
"Thank you, [Name]. Please know that I value your words tremendously."
"Oh," you blushed, "thatâs nice to hear."
Embarrassed, you quickly changed the subject, unaware that Optimus was watching you closely, curious about your reaction. For now, he pushed thoughts of your departure to the back of his processor, wanting to fully enjoy your presence. You recommended songs from the country genre, one of his favorite discoveries on Earth, which he promised to listen to later. He knew well that this would lead to more daydreaming, imagining a future that would never be. Because no matter how hard he tried, his tomorrow would not be entwined with yours. His desires would forever remain mere fantasies born out of desperation, longing, and sorrow.
A week had passed since you left. In the lives of the Autobots, not much had changed because of your absence; they went on with their chaotic schedule. The kids, however, missed you. No more evenings spent helping them with their homework, working on your reports, playing games, or simply chatting. The worst part was that no one really knew what was going on with you. You rarely messaged, didnât have time to talk, and when you did, it was just to say, "Iâm alive, itâs boring, Iâll message you on Thursday." Life continued, despite how much Miko wished she could play games with you instead of doing her homework.
Everyone managed to adapt to your absence.
With one exception.
At first glance, it seemed like Optimus, the bot with whom you shared the closest bond, hadnât been affected by such a drastic change. Nothing in his behavior indicated any longing. He didnât express his opinion on the matter, didnât ask, didnât demand. As always, he buried his feelings deep within, playing the role of a diligent leader, hiding from everyone the nightmares running through his processor, now even more intense because of your absence.
He was withering, quietly and alone.
Until now, he had been content simply watching you. He had established a routine, unhealthy as it was, that kept him going. He knew that most of the time when he returned from patrol or a mission, you would be at the base. Even if you came every other or every third day, Optimus knew that eventually, you would show up. It gave him a sense of stability amidst the chaos surrounding him. But now? Maybe two weeks wasnât a big challenge for you, but he was done after one.
Now, he wanted to be more than a passive observer. He craved physical contact, to hold you close, to feel your heartbeat against his metal. He wanted to know you were alive, to feel your pulse under his digit, to listen to its rhythm, to understand how your chest moved against his metal. He wanted to feel, taste, touch, enter.
He kept glancing at the spot on the couch where you usually sat with your laptop on your lap or spent time with the kids as if hoping that if he looked just one more time, you would materialize there. That everything would return to normal, that he wouldnât suffer so much, that you would give him the daily dose of antidote he needed to function without plunging deeper into despair. But no matter how many times he looked, you werenât there, and wouldnât be for another week.
At some point, however, someone noticed their leaderâs miserable mood.
"I canât quite figure out what kind of bond you have with that woman," Ratchet said, pausing his work to look at Optimus. Before his friend could answer, he continued, "But sheâll be back soon. And whatever sheâs doing, sheâll do it well. Sheâs tough."
"Thank you, old friend. I have no doubt in her abilities. But I would feel better if she were stationed closer to the base in case of a Decepticon attack."
"Mm-hmm," the medic scoffed. "Sure, thatâs all itâs about."
Optimus had no response to that. He wasnât surprised that Ratchet noticed his infatuation, but he would prefer that his friend not delve into the details of their relationship. At least, not yet. Not while Optimus himself was a wreck.
"Hey, hey! [Name] messaged!" Miko yelled.
The Autobot leader immediately approached the platform, finally abandoning his conversation with Ratchet, aware that it would only spark more suspicions. But he didnât care anymore, not in such an important moment.
He stood directly behind Miko, with Bumblebee and Bulkhead beside him, equally curious to know what you had been up to over the past week.
"She sent photos, too! Look!"
Miko turned to show the messages to the others but paused when she noticed Optimusâs helm close to her.
âWhoa,â she whispered, surprised that out of all the bots, he was the one standing the closest. She swallowed, but her confidence quickly returned.
Holding her phone firmly, she displayed a close-up selfie of you. You were smiling, though the bags under your eyes betrayed that you were sleep-deprived, probably exhausted.
Optimus felt the accumulated stress, pain, and longing of the past week slowly dissipate. Everything was fine with you. You were alive, pushing forward with a smile on your face, happy to simply exist. Admiring your photo didnât compare to seeing you in person, but it let him vent a little easier, granting him a brief respite from worry, gnawing at him from within. It was enough. For now. For a moment.
âShe sends her regards to everyone,â Miko went on, âOh, and she also asked Ratchet to take a break and mentioned she already bought a gift for Optimus and canât wait to come back. Hey, I want a present, too!â
Optimus couldn't be certain if another week apart wouldnât inflict even more damage on his processor and spark, or if longing would eventually consume him entirely. But he knew he was already lost, that you held sway over every aspect of his life. He was wrapped around your finger, tethered by a leash you didnât even realize existed. And he didnât mind one bit.
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Outage - Yunsan
KINKTOBER DAY 19, REQ. BY anon
~"Can you write a college au fic where Yunho and San are best friends living next door to the (fem)reader's apartment/ dorm. Both of them like the reader and they ended having a threesome at the guys' place (maybe she goes to their dorm during a power outage cause she's scared, you can decide the reason she's there). I'd like for the reader to be a virgin, whereas the guys are a bit more experienced. Yunho is a mean, rough dom while San is a softer, gentler dom and they work together to give the reader multiple orgasms in various positions." - I'm so sorry ml I would add all the details but it's gonna occupy all the space :<
pairing: yunho x reader x san
genre: 18+, filth, college au
summary: oops, energy's out on your floor. What a good night to go over at your besties, to finish your study session. Yeah, right.. you studied, for sure.. how to give a bj.
wc: 5.8k
warnings: college au, best friends, big dick!yunsan, reader is a virgin, finger sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms (A LOT OF THEM), like 3 orgasms by fingering and one by fucking for reader and yunsan having like two each... so lots of cummm, overstim, dacryphilia, bj, double penetration, yunho is a rougher dom than san, marking (LOOOTSSS OF ITTT), lots of eye contact, praising, pet names (sweetie, love, sweetheart, princess), unprotected, completely consensual, for sure forgot something, unedited might edit later.
Author's Note: it legitimately took me 5 days to finish this fic đ§ââïž but it has 5.8k words so ig it's pretty expected đââïž. It is as detailed as I could write it, my love.. I hope you like it. Pls let me know if you did by completing the request form or by sending me an ask to my inbox! đ„° I loved writing it, ngl... Enjoy, guys !!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.
The cool evening air nipped at your cheeks as you walked down the hallway of your apartment building with San and Yunho, your books and notebooks bundled tightly in your arms. Despite the demands of your classes, the three of you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm this semester, balancing study sessions with countless inside jokes, late-night ramen runs, and endless laughter. Living in the same building, with you just a few doors down from their shared dorm, had only solidified the bond between you.
"So," Yunho said, glancing down at you with a teasing smile as you reached the door to their place, "how much of Professor Leeâs reading did you actually finish last night?"
You groaned, letting your head fall back dramatically. "Please donât remind me. I got, like, halfway before I passed out.â
San chuckled, brushing his shoulder against yours. âThatâs better than Yunho and me. We didnât even crack the book open.â
Yunho put his hands up in mock defense. âHey, I never claimed I was on top of things! Besides, I was too busy helping San fix that stupid coffee machine he broke.â
San rolled his eyes, nudging him. âYouâre the one who insisted on trying to âhackâ it to make double shots.â
âDetails, details.â Yunho gave you both an exaggerated shrug, making you laugh.
As the three of you lingered in the hallway, the faint warmth of your playful banter started to drift. There was a stack of assignments waiting to be tackled, so after a few more exchanges, you decided to head to your own dorm.
"Alright, weâve procrastinated long enough," you sighed. "Iâll see you guys later?"
San nodded, grinning. âWeâll probably still be awake at 2 a.m. if you wanna come back and cram together.â
Yunho gave a wink. âOr if you get bored, you know where to find us.â
âNoted,â you replied with a smirk, giving them a small wave as you turned and walked down the hall to your door.
Inside, your dorm room was quiet, lit only by the faint amber glow of your desk lamp. You settled in, organizing your textbooks and notes, trying to get into the right mindset to finally tackle your assignments. An hour ticked by, then another, and you began to make progress. But just as you were reaching the last few pages of your reading, the lights suddenly flickered. Then, with a low hum, everything went dark.
You stared at the darkness for a moment, blinking in surprise. The hallway lights were out too, leaving your entire floor eerily quiet and still. You grabbed your phone and quickly typed out a message to Yunho and San:
âHey, my power just went out⊠Can I come over and finish my work? I canât see anything here.â
The reply was almost instant. Yunhoâs text popped up first: âDefinitely! Weâll keep the lights on for you.â
Sanâs text followed a second later. âCome on over. Weâll even share the snacks.â
You smiled at their texts and went on packing everything you needed. Pens, the highlighters you always used for your notes, notebooks, textbooks⊠everything you thought youâd need. As you went out the door and locked it, you smiled and turned on the phone flashlight and went up the stairs to their dorm.
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When you arrived at their room, Yunho opened the door with a grin, his eyes sparkling as he held it wide for you to enter. Inside, the room was cozy and warmly lit, shadows casting soft outlines across their books and scattered notes. The faint scent of coffee and something sweet lingered, wrapping you in an inviting warmth that made the tension from your dark, quiet room dissipate.
You placed your things on the table and settled into a chair, and before you even had a chance to fully adjust, Yunho shifted beside you. He leaned over, feigning interest in your notes, though his attention clearly lingered on you more than your work. His arm brushed yours, his fingers lightly grazing the edge of your hand, sending a gentle warmth up your arm.
âFeels better here, doesnât it?â he murmured, his voice soft, almost inviting you to agree.
You nodded, trying to focus on the pages in front of you, but the warmth of his presence was impossible to ignore.
âDefinitely feels better than sitting alone in the dark,â you whispered, a small smile creeping onto your face.
From the other side, San watched with a relaxed smile, sliding his chair closer. He rested a hand on the back of your seat, his fingers just barely skimming your shoulder, his touch grounding and comforting.
âGood thing you have us,â San murmured, his thumb brushing softly along the curve of your shoulder. The warmth in his voice, usually playful, was softer, almost reverent. He looked at you with a gentleness that made your heart flutter, his touch a calming presence that drew you in.
The room filled with a quiet, intimate energy as you all fell into a natural silence, the rustling of paper and the faint click of a pen the only sounds. But gradually, the space between you felt like it was diminishing, your awareness of their proximity deepening with every gentle touch and sidelong glance.
Yunhoâs fingers began a slow trail along the length of your arm, a feather-light touch that made your pulse race, yet somehow left you craving more. His gaze held yours, warm and open, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
âYouâre too quiet now,â he teased softly. âUsually you canât stop talking.â
The words sent a shiver through you, and you managed a soft laugh, your voice barely above a whisper. âGuess Iâm⊠distracted.â
Sanâs hand moved, his fingers brushing along your shoulder as his gaze softened. He looked at you for a moment, his usual grin replaced by a serious, thoughtful expression. âWell,â he murmured, âwe donât mind sharing a little⊠distraction.â
Surrounded by them both, you felt the pull of their closeness, each touch deepening the quiet understanding between you. The night continued in gentle, charged stillness, their presence speaking louder than words as you sat together, enveloped in warmth, comfort, and something that felt undeniably right.
The quiet atmosphere began to thrum with anticipation, an unspoken intensity filling the air as Yunhoâs gaze lingered on yours, searching. He finally took a deep breath, and his voice, usually bright and playful, softened with a serious edge.
âI think we need to tell you something,â Yunho said, his fingers still tracing light circles on your arm, sending ripples of warmth through your skin. You looked up, curiosity and apprehension mingling in your expression.
He glanced at San, who gave him a subtle nod, his eyes holding a similar warmth as he looked at you. Yunho took another breath, a little unsteady, then met your eyes again.
âWe both⊠like you,â he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words echoed in your heart. âSan and I⊠weâve talked about this, and we know itâs unusual, but neither of us could ignore how we feel.â
San moved closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, his touch both reassuring and grounding. âWe want you to know that weâre here for you, together⊠if youâd want that too.â His voice was low and steady, but you could see the hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he waited for your reaction.
Your heart raced, the reality of their words sinking in, a warmth blossoming in your chest. You found yourself nodding, a small smile breaking across your lips as you whispered, âYes, I⊠I want that too.â
A flicker of mischief sparked in Yunhoâs eyes as he leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss to your temple. âYou should know⊠weâll take good care of you.â Then he paused, noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, the way your gaze shifted shyly downward.
âActually, thereâs something you should know tooâŠâ you whispered, the words tumbling out, heart racing as you admitted, âIâm⊠not experienced. I haven't, uh - had sex.. before.â
Yunhoâs expression softened, a gentle laugh escaping him as he reached out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and steady. âThen, weâll take it slow,â he promised, his voice tender. He looked over to San, who nodded with a smirk and a glint in his eye. âWeâll make sure youâre⊠well taken care of,â Yunho murmured, the reassurance in his words filling you with a sense of warmth and trust.
Yunhoâs fingers slid down, grazing your jawline, his touch electrifying as he closed the distance between you. The air felt thick, charged, as if any moment of hesitation had melted away, replaced by something deeper, more primal. His eyes, dark with intent, flickered over your face, taking in every inch of your expression, every shallow breath. He leaned closer, his gaze settling on your lips, and you felt yourself drawn toward him, as if his very presence held you captive.
Just as his lips brushed yours, Sanâs hands found your waist, pulling you gently back against him. His warmth enveloped you, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss below your ear. âWeâll go at your pace,â he whispered, his voice a soft promise, yet laced with that familiar teasing edge. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate, as Yunhoâs fingers found their way to your hair, tilting your face back to meet his gaze.
âAre you still nervous?â Yunho murmured, his voice rich and warm. His eyes softened with understanding, yet there was an undeniable impatience simmering beneath, a quiet hunger that made your breath catch. You shook your head, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips, and Yunhoâs own smirk grew as he finally, slowly, closed the last bit of space between you.
The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration, but you felt the fire building with each second. Yunhoâs hands, no longer hesitant, traced down your back, drawing you closer as if he couldnât bear the distance any longer. Sanâs grip on your waist tightened, his mouth pressing firmer against your neck, his breath sending a thrill down your spine. He sucked dark marks all over your back and shoulders, soft whines escaping your slowly rising chest. Every inch of you was surrounded by their warmth, their presence, until all you could feel was them, grounding you, igniting you, and filling you with a new, intoxicating sense of belonging.
âWe've been waiting for this⊠y/n. For a looong time..â San whispered in your ear from behind, tracing his fingers on your body. He looked up at Yunho and gave him an understanding nod, to which Yunho pulled back, âYes, sweetie.. you with that little smile of yours⊠and face. personality of yoursâŠâ.
In an instant, San lifted you up, his arms steady and strong as he carried you over to the bed, the movement gentle but filled with a kind of care that made your heart skip a beat. He laid you down with the utmost tenderness, settling behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His hold was warm, comforting, and his fingers traced soft, delicate patterns along your arm, grounding you in this moment.
With San pressed against your back, Yunho moved to the edge of the bed, crawling forward to face you. His gaze held a softness that made you feel cherished, and as he took in every detail of your face, his smile was both gentle and captivating.
âYouâre beautiful,â Yunho murmured, his voice low but full of sincerity. His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it carefully behind your ear. âEverything about you⊠just perfect.â
A blush crept into your cheeks at his words, and you looked down for a moment, but Yunho tilted your chin up, bringing your gaze back to his. âHey, donât hide from us now,â he whispered, his thumb brushing softly along your jawline. âWe want to see you⊠all of you.â
Behind you, San nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm as he held you closer. âYunhoâs right,â he murmured, his tone soft yet intense. âWeâve been drawn to you for so long⊠more than we ever let on.â His arms tightened around you, the embrace protective and reassuring, grounding you in their presence. His lips found their way again on your neck, right under your jaw, where he marked you again. He was just oh-so-thirsty for you.
Yunho leaned closer, his forehead almost resting against yours, his voice a soft murmur. âItâs always been you. The way you laugh, the way you care about people⊠youâre everything we could have asked for.â
The gentle pressure of their touch, the way they held you so close, filled you with a warmth that ran deeper than anything youâd known. Their affection, their sincerityâit was as if theyâd been holding onto these feelings for so long, waiting for the perfect moment to share them with you.
Sanâs hand moved slowly, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, his breath soft against your ear as he whispered, âWeâre right here, and weâre not going anywhere.â
In their embrace, you felt safe, cherished, and undeniably loved, wrapped in the warmth of their closeness and the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Yunhoâs eyes met yours, a hint of mischief glinting in his gaze as he leaned down, his lips brushing just below your collarbone. His fingers grazed along your shoulders, and he let his lips linger, pressing warm, slow kisses down the curve of your neck, making his way lower. Each touch felt like a silent promise, but there was something more deliberate in the way his lips marked your skin. The heat of his breath traced down to your collarbone, and as he pressed against you, his hands held you firmly in place.
With a quiet murmur, Yunho drew back slightly, his mouth leaving a faint, warm imprint on your skin, and turned to glance at San. His smile was laced with both a challenge and a hint of possessiveness. âIâm marking her everywhere,â he said, his voice low and edged with a playful intensity. âLetâs see who makes her feel it more.â
San smirked, his fingers still intertwined with yours, while Yunhoâs hand found its way to your thigh. His touch was steady, almost firm, and he pushed your legs apart, creating space between you, his gaze tracing over your form with clear appreciation. âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured, the words gentle against the intensity of his actions. His fingers slid along the soft skin of your thigh, a hint of roughness to his touch that made your heart race. Every glance, every touch, held a kind of reverence as if he was both admiring and claiming you all at once.
Yunhoâs eyes never left yours as his lips began to trail slowly downward, warm and intentional, leaving a path of tender heat across your skin. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just enough to make space as he leaned in, his lips pressing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, and every now and then he would pause, sucking gently at the delicate skin until he left a faint, possessive mark in his wake. His fingers tightened slightly around your thighs, grounding you in the sensation of his touch as he worked his way upward.
Behind you, Sanâs hand moved to your neck, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw before he tilted your chin up, his own mouth finding its way to the curve of your throat. The warmth of his breath brushed against your skin as he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss just below your jawline. âJust let us show you,â he murmured softly, his tone filled with affection, his fingers moving to caress the sensitive skin beneath your ear.
Sanâs hold on your jaw made your head tilt back slightly, and you felt Yunhoâs mouth on your thighs, trailing upward with unhurried intensity, marking you as he went, savoring each touch. The way they held youâSanâs protective yet gentle hold from behind and Yunhoâs firm, claiming presence from the frontâmade your heart race, filling you with an undeniable sense of being cherished, their attention leaving you breathless in the quiet warmth of their embrace.
Sanâs breath grew heavier behind you, and you could feel the unmistakable heat of his cock pressing firmly against your lower back, his restraint slipping with every moment. His hands moved to your waist, fingers tightening as he pulled you up, shifting you to sit fully on his lap. The sensation of him beneath you sent a warm blush to your cheeks, and you smiled, caught off guard yet undeniably drawn to the warmth and intensity of his touch.
Meanwhile, Yunho was still focused on you, his lips grazing along the sensitive skin of your thighs, leaving small marks that trailed upward, each one deliberate, each one claiming. His hands roamed softly along your legs as he pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh before he pulled back, catching sight of the subtle evidence of your own arousal against the linen beneath you. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, and he looked up, meeting your gaze with a glint of mischief.
Without breaking eye contact, Yunhoâs hand moved slowly, confidently, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before reaching that sensitive place, his touch both gentle and intentional. His fingers explored with careful precision, his eyes watching your every reaction, savoring the way you responded to each movement. Sanâs hands remained steady at your waist, anchoring you in place as Yunho leaned in, his gaze filled with both admiration and a playful challenge, entirely focused on you, caught in the moment they shared with you.
âYouâre so wet already⊠I can see that you love being marked, is that right?â Yunho asked, his finger pressing against your clit, keeping eye contact with you. âTell me, sweetie. You wanted this too, mm?â two of his fingers found itâs way in, your head falling back on Sanâs shoulder as you felt Yunhoâs fingers curling inside you. He started to finger you, his long, slender fingers hitting spots youâd never thought would arouse you but here you were.. between the two men youâve always dreamed of.
âYunho.. letâs take turns, shall we?â San said from behind, your eyes widened at his words. What did he mean by.. take turns..? you asked yourself.
He smiled at Sanâs words. âYeah, sure.. why not. But first, let me have my way with her..â Yunho said and curled his fingers inside you, hitting your g spot a couple of times, moans escaping your throat. âThen.. you can have your way with her and.. â he circled your clit with his thumb, making you bite your lip, âwe can both have our way with her.â San scoffed from behind, approvingly.
âNow.. let's see how much you can handle, sweetheart.â the taller one whispered and he worked both of his hands around your folds. His right hand was 2 fingers deep inside you, finger fucking you rapidly, building your orgasm, while his other hand had the thumb onto your clit, rubbing it in circles, sometimes putting pressure on it. You squirmed and squirmed in front of him and above San, until you basically couldn't take it anymore.
âY-yunho..!â you started, but words dissipated fast.
âWhat, princess?â he smiled at you, your face flustered.
âI-i.. ngh.. gotta-â you moaned out the last word, head falling back once again onto San's chest.
âUse your words, pretty girl.â
âI- gotta⊠c-cum! Yunho, p-pleaseâŠâ you pleaded, eyes teary from being stretched out by his fingers.
Yunhoâs smirk grew, his fingers maintaining that perfect, teasing rhythm. He watched you closely, keeping eye contact, catching each hitch in your breath, each tremble, like he was savoring every second. âThere we go, princessâ he murmured, his tone turning a touch more commanding. âLet it all outâŠâ Yunho said and pressed all your sweet spots until you squirmed over his hand and came all over, creaming on his fingers.
Sanâs hold tightened from behind, his hands firm on your waist, pulling you slightly against him. âYou think you can handle more, princess?â His voice had a rougher edge now, the soft amusement shifting to something more intense.
âY-yes.. please..â you whispered, voice low and quiet.
âThen.. show us just how much you can take it, sweetheart.â
Yunhoâs fingers pressed deeper for a moment, coaxing a soft sound from you that only seemed to encourage them. âLook at you, so eager,â he murmured, his voice velvet-smooth but with a hint of challenge. âWeâre not even close to done with you, sweetheart.â
âC'mon, San.. come here. Switch with me.â the taller one said and lifted you, putting you down in his lap, right against his hard cock. He was.. way lengthier than San was but.. San was.. girthier, you'd say? Either way, you were slightly scared of how painfully pleasurable it was gonna be.
You were already out of it. Face sweaty, flustered, eyes teary and legs trembling, but they were not yet done. San's hand ran between your legs, his fingers tracing your thighs. He lubed them up on your own juices then pushed them in, his fingers girthier than Yunho's. Two fingers of his feeling like 3 of Yunho's, you felt yourself being stretched out even more than before. You were close to your high again, even faster than before as you were already aroused.
âYou look so beautiful like this, my princesâŠâ San said and sucked a mark on your thigh. Surprised, you moaned pushing your head back into Yunho's buff chest. His right hand went under your chin and slowly pulled your mouth to his, going in for a kiss. At first, it was a soft, tender one. Then, as your moans and whines grew more often and his groans revrebrating through your body, the kiss deepened and the knot in your belly started to feel tighter and tighter, until San curled his fingers into your g-spot and clit at the same time and you beautifully came onto his fingers for the 2nd time in a row.
âThat's it, sweetheartâŠâ San whispered
Yunho continued from behind, âSuch a good girl..â
How Yunho called you sent a shiver down your spine. Yunho lifted you up onto his lap, sitting you straight.
âOne more, sweetie? We promise it's the last oneâŠâ he said.
âH-uh? I-â you couldn't even talk, but you nodded your head in approval. The boys looked at each other, giving understanding stares. San pulled you to his chest, placing you on his thigh. You were basically sitting sideways on his lap, your legs spread out evenly. Yunho came under your left leg, in the same position San was. They both pulled your legs outwards slightly, resting on one another's thighs. (it's like they're really close to each other and she's sitting on both men's thighs, left leg over Yunho's entire leg and right one over San's).
They held you promptly and their fingers traveled over your body, Yunhoâs hand resting on your waist, San's on your breasts.
âAre you ready, our princess?â San asked.
You nodded. That was it.
âHold your legs and spread out, darling.â
Both men's fingers went for your hole, a loud moan escaping your throat as you felt both men stretching you in opposite directions. One another was softly pulling towards themselves, inserting each of them two of their fingers, as deep as possible.
They took their time, as if savoring the moment as much as you, their breaths steady and close to your ear, a soft warmth reminding you that they were fully present. Their fingers moved with an intimacy that spoke volumes, every subtle yet harsh movement letting you feel how attuned they were to every reaction, every moan, whine you made.
Their touch became more focused, the rhythm of their fingers overwhelming as you felt the tension building deep within you. Sanâs voice was a soft murmur by your ear, encouraging you, each word melting into the warmth of his breath, heightening every sensation. Yunhoâs grip on your waist steadied you, his thumb brushing along your side in tender, grounding strokes, keeping you fully present in the moment.
And then, with a final, gentle touch, the wave overtook you, breaking over you like a rush of warmth. Your body trembled in their embrace, your breaths mingling with theirs as they held you through every second, their hands offering steady reassurance as the sensations washed over you in gentle waves.
As you came down from your high, tears formed in your eyes from the overstimulation. You came all over their hands and linen for the 3rd time, biting your lips in pleasure.
They put you down slowly on the bed, then both sat right in front of you on their knees. Their cocks were dripping continuously with precum, hard and throbbing, waiting for action.
âGoddammit⊠you look so pretty like this. Teary eyes.. all fucked out and flushed and we didn't even fuck you yet. Yunho, isn't she perfect like this? Imagine her after we fuck her⊠oh god.â San said, carresing your cheek as he wiped off some tears.
Yunhoâs eyes darkened, a low, breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he took in the sight of you, utterly captivated. He ran his fingers along your trembling jawline, thumb grazing over your lips. âPerfect doesnât even cover it,â he murmured, voice laced with a deep, possessive edge. âBut I donât think I can wait any longer to see just how beautiful youâll look after⊠Come here.â
He stood, pulling you gently toward the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. âRight here," he instructed, his gaze commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. "Letâs see just how pretty you can be for us.â
He raised his brow at his cock, but backed off for a second. He looked at you, and then at San.
San smirked as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with intensity as he took in the sight of you kneeling so prettily on the edge of the bed, exactly where he wanted you. One knee pressed beside your thigh, he leaned in close, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin as he lifted his hand toward your lips.
Keeping steady eye contact, he raised his brows and tilted his head slightly. âOpen,â he instructed softly, his voice commanding yet gentle, coaxing you to follow his lead. As your lips parted, he slipped two fingers past them, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze. âGood girl. Now, close around them⊠slowly, just like that.â
His fingers rested on your tongue, and he watched, completely focused, guiding you with a calm authority. âSuck, nice and easy," he whispered, his voice darkening, "let your tongue glide over them⊠there you go.â His eyes flickered with approval, and he leaned in just a little closer, his thumb brushing your chin as he murmured, âShow me how well you can listen.â
As you sucked on his fingers, coating them in your own saliva, he smiled at you, satisfied with your work. He then inserted one more finger, your tongue immediately moving and slurping around. After he was more than satisfied with it, he pulled out with a slight popping sound and backed off. He patted Yunho on the chest, who has been lazily stroking his length, looking at the two of you.
âJust in time.. I was going insane back here.â Yunho got closer to you, one of his hand tangling in your hair softly. âOpen up, darling. Don't make me wait,â he said and tapped your lower lip with the tip of his cock, to which you opened your mouth and slowly took in his length. The corners of your lips stung as he slowly thrusted in your mouth, hurrying you to adjust to his size.
Yunho's breathing grew heavier as he watched you, his gaze dark and focused. Each slow movement seemed to be its own silent command, urging you to take more of him. His fingers tangled further in your hair, his grip firm yet tender.
You felt your cheeks hollow slightly as you adjusted to his size, your lips stretching around him in a way that sent a heated thrill through both of you. A soft whine slipped past your lips when he pulled back slightly, leaving you wanting more.
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound. âYou feel so good, princess.." he murmured, his voice thick with restraint, though his eyes told a different story. You responded with a light hum, the vibrations adding to the tension building between you both. As his pace quickened, your hands found their way to his hips, steadying yourself as he guided you closer to his peak, mouth fucking you rapidly, feeling every corner of your mouth.
With one final, harsh thrust, Yunhoâs breaths became uneven, his fingers tightening in your hair as his focus blurred, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. His low, rough voice spilled out in a shuddered exhale as he came. He looked down at you and nodded, urging you to slurp everything, âswallow, sweetheart.â and you did as told.
Just as you felt Yunhoâs hand leave your hair, San took his place before you. He offered a playful smile.
Slowly, you welcomed him, the slight stretch challenging yet thrilling, but you never looked away. His hand reached forward as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye, a silent promise of reassurance as he swept his thumb gently across your cheek. With each slow movement, his thumb remained there, resting on your face.
âFuck.. you didn't lie at all, manâŠâ his head lolled back, biting his lip, âwhen you said she feels good..â
Sanâs breaths quickened as he found a rhythm, but he kept his focus on you, reading every reaction, every subtle change in your expression. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to cum and that was it. His hand pushed your head on his cock, making you gag and slightly choke on it. As he did that a couple of times he came right down your throat, urging you to swallow his load. It took him a couple of moments to release everything, your eyes teary as he kept his cock down your throat until the end.
âDamn.. that was hotâ Yunho said from behind, his cock hard again, heavy in his hand.
âPrincess.. would you be able to endure one round of⊠both of us fucking you, hm?â Yunho said, both men standing in front of you, keeping eye contact. âI just can't wait for my turn, you know?â he continued.
âI-uhâ you hesitated for a second, but smiled and nodded shyly, looking up at him.
âThat's our girl, man⊠look at her. Already flushed and ravished, but still wants more? Such a good girlâŠâ San said and pushed you on the bed, crawling under you. He held you close to his chest as he moved up slightly and rested his back against the headboard. Yunho came from behind and kneeled right behind you, his hands resting on your waist.
âAre you ready, love?â he said from behind, your eyes looking into San's, not knowing what to expect. You nodded, and San was the first one to act. He thrusted as slow as possible in your cunt, your hands gripping the headboard as he let you get accustomed to his size. A loud moan escaped your throat, words stuttering as he started to keep up on a pace. Yunho did the same after he let you get used to San and as he started to softly fuck you, your eyes teared up and drops of tears fell onto San's chest. He wiped them off, in awe of your reactions and fucked you. harshness betraying his neediness for you.
âFuck, you're so tightâŠâ he said and his hands drove up and down on your back, trying to soothe you.
Sanâs hand gently caressed your cheek as you locked eyes with him, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady beneath you. His thumb traced over your cheekbone, wiping away any lingering tears "Youâre incredible," he murmured softly, voice thick with admiration.
Behind you, Yunhoâs hands remained anchored on your waist, fingers pressing into you in a grounding way. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âYouâre doing so well.â His tone was a blend of awe and satisfaction, his voice rough but filled with warmth that made you feel completely safe.
As they both moved with you, their rhythm became an unspoken exchange, synchronized in a way that felt almost effortless. You could feel the tension building in each of them, both of them on the edge, breaths deepening as they drew nearer to their highs. Sanâs grip on your thighs tightened, his knuckles grazing your skin, grounding you both as he savored every second. Yunhoâs hand slipped up your back in a soothing motion, his rough exhale brushing against your shoulder, each of them close to finishing.
As they fucked you for a couple of times, you came unannounced, your aching walls tightening around their cocks. Surprised, both San and Yunho came down from their high simultaneously, their huge loads filling both of your holes to the brim. They fucked you through your orgasms and slowly came down to a stop.
Yunho slowly pulled back, exhaling a long, satisfied breath. His hand lingered on your back for a moment, his thumb tracing gentle circles, grounding both of you in the moment. He offered you a soft, tender smile, cheeks flushed and breathing deeply. San's arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you close to his chest as he settled back.
âYou did so well,â Yunho murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple, his voice low and full of pride. His fingers brushed along your cheek with a feather-light touch, his gaze filled with awe. âYouâre so beautiful, love⊠canât believe how lucky we are.â
San pressed his lips to the top of your head, his grip tightening around you as he whispered, âSuch a good girl.â His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back. âEvery bit of you is incredible, you know that?â
The two of them exchanged a quiet smile over you, their gazes warm. They both leaned in, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks, to your forehead, each one tender, grounding, letting you know how much you were cherished.
âLet's get you washed up, alright?â San said and lifted you, carrying you to the bathroom and placing you down.
âT-thank you.. it was in-incredible.â you finally managed to form a sentence, both boys looking contently in your eyes. They smiled at your words and San gave you a hand, holding you tight while the taller one turned on the shower.
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TRANSFEM VIRGIN JACKIE TAYLOR X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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Contains: transfem Jackie, smut, 1700 k words blurb.
A/N: I'm so sorry to have delayed this for so long anonđ„. I promise that next time I'll do it quicker and also more explicitđââïž It's not as explicit as my other recent Lucy nsfw blurb, but I hope you guys will enjoy it still! P.s i know that's Rhiannon in the photo, just pretend it's Jackie alright?
Jackie who survived the wilderness, who has come out of it scarred and traumatized. She has seen death and famine, and her personality and mental health become severely affected. She is introverted, shy and her outgoing personality has been frozen under pain and nightmares.
But she pulls through, and manages to go to college like she had wanted. She thinks that she can make a new life for herself, but as it turns out, college life isn't what she is supposed to be: making friends is hard, exams are tough and her professors are just shitty people. After all she has been through, she doesn't think that she'll be able to have any friendship ever again, not like the one she had with Shauna, anyway.
She doesn't have any roommates until you show up. One day you just barge in her room, suitcase in hand and say "I'm your new roommate!". Truth to be told, as much as she wishes for a friend, Jackie would rather have some peace and quiet. That's what she says to herself anyway, until your company starts to grow on her. She didn't really understand how lonely she was. You guys start to spend your nights together, playing card games, chit chatting, watching movies on Netflix and so on. But slowly, something happens to Jackie's heart. Nothing major, of course, but she feels...weird. Why does her heart throb when she sees you? And what about the butterflies in her stomach? Why is she jealous when other guys and girls flirt with you? And why is she so damned angry at you for not realizing their intentions?
Maybe she is just envious or jealous, but the thought of other people trying to get in your pants makes her angry. For a while, she thinks she's being unreasonable: you are her first friend after the incident; of course she'd want to gatekeep your relationship. And after all, she seems only to attract people who will hurt her and who she will hurt. She distances herself from you, thinking that maybe "I'll be a bad influence, I should just leave them alone". But then one day, she makes a connection.
You have been gone to class for half of the day, leaving her alone inside your dorm room. She needs a little bit of space, and she has been stressed for a while.
She watches as two women grind against each other's bodies on her phone, their skin sweaty and their kisses passionate. One of them pulls out a strap and ties it to her hips, sinking it inside the other's. Jackie sits underneath her covers, stroking herself, curling her fingertips downward at the base, when a thought flashes inside her mind. "Wish we could do that..." and her brain immediatley swaps the bottom's face with yours, interchanging you between the dominating and the dominated. Her heart races, thoughts of you two on her bed, together, grinding against each other... and then kissing tenderly after all is done, giggling and falling asleep together. The feeling inside Jackie's heart is warm, so good that it makes her ache. And as she comes down from her high, she puts two and two together: she has already felt this way once, long ago in the cold of the wilderness, and recalls the pain of how she felt when she had-. Jackie stops and understands, an almost guttural "Fuck!" comes out of her throat.
And as if the situation is not bad enough, you come in a few minutes after her little panic attack. She's still naked underneath the covers, goosebumps travel along her skin when she sees you coming in. She makes an effort in justifying why she was naked underneath, "I just sleep this way when I'm hot, you know?" you make no remark on how it's november and her covers aren't warm enough to sleep under unless she wears something, but oh well.
Jackie who feels embarrassed to masturbate from then on. No matter how hard she tries, you're inside her mind, constantly. She tries to muffle her moans on her covers, stroking up and down her length with you sleeping soundly on your bed. You'd be horrified, she thinks, at the images she has of you in her mind: above her bouncing and with your hands at her throat, beneath her on all fours, cuddled in her arms while she moves from behind...
Jackie who has a hard time going to her lessons because no matter what she does, you just seem to not get out of her head. She needs you to have her in your arms, kissing her. Who has to go out of class early to take care of her little problem.
Jackie, who feels bad about masturbating with you in her mind, who feels dirty and unlovable as she does so, but she can't help it, her body can't help it. And all the while, a little voice tells her that "You're not good enough" and "They won't love you, How could they love you of all people? She didn't love you, he didn't love you; why should they? ".
Jackie who steals glances of you, imagining your hands on her chest, your lips on hers. Who yearns to kiss you so bad it hurts. Who has to go to the bathroom at least once per night whenever you two are spending time together. You don't know what she is doing, but shrug off your concerns.
Jackie who finally gets caught by you. You stand outside the doom room, listening to the sounds coming from the other side. Moans, groans, wet movements and little slips of your name here and there make it obvious to you what Jackie is doing. You slip inside the room, as slowly and quietly as possible, watching how Jackie is bucking up in her hand, hips chasing upwards the feeling. You smile, deciding to approach her with a simple "Hey" but your voice gives Jackie a small heart attack and she shouts, covering her body as best as she can, leaving her chest out in the open and her legs uncovered.
"How...how long have you been there?" she asks, blood freezing with shame and mind racing, trying to understand if you've heard her say your name. "Long enough to understand what's going on" you sit on the bed, too close for her liking, giving her a knowing smirk that she already knows the meaning of. "You were thinking about me, weren't you?" her body stops, missing heartbeats and air. She can feel tears prickling at her skin, but you quickly say to her "I-No Jackie, I liked it". From then on, you tell her how you wished to do the first step, but how you were always so scared that she might've not liked you, how you yearned for her lips on yours. The moment you two are done talking about your feelings, you all but leap into each other's arms.
Jackie who can't help but get hard almost instantly. She can feel blood traveling through her veins, pooling at her crotch, warming her skin and flesh. Who will have to clench her hand around her cock to ground herself, to avoid cumming just from kissing you. She will feel so good from just kissing you that a drop of cum falls from her slit, signaling just how full she is, ready to let all of her pleasure out.
Jackie who feels so incredibly good when you ignore her cock and press two fingers beneath her balls, mimicking fingering her. She's already so hard as it is, and your actions only serve to egg her on more.
Jackie whose hands are shaky as she undresses you, full of eagerness and craving every part of you. Who, as soon as your chest is naked, will plant wet open mouth kisses on any inch of your skin, feeling your muscles harden against her ministrations.
Jackie who will climb on you, cock pressed between your and her stomachs, grinding back and forth. Who will get off like that, grinding on your stomach. Who will spend her time under your crotch, head pressed in between your hips and the mattress. Who will feel euphoric and decide to not touch herself in any way.
Jackie who's cock throbs in need, tip and balls red as she desperately tries to hold it in, wanting only your hands on her.
Jackie who confesses, as you are about to push her length in, that she is a virgin. She sweats and apologizes, already ready for you to leave her hanging, but then lets out a loud gasp when she's finally stilled inside of you.
Jackie who trembles as you ride her into oblivion, hands shaky gripping with force at your sides, short of breath and eyes rolling backwards. She has never felt this way with anyone else, not Jeff nor Shauna, just with you. It's euphoric, it's amazing, and she doesn't wish you to stop anytime soon.
Jackie who has very low stamina but a super high libido. She'll release the precum already five minutes after you start to bounce on her, staining white the condom she wore, panting like she just crossed the line in a marathon run. You haven't even cummed yet, and as you're about to hop off of her, she grabs your hips again and mumbles incoherently, grinding you back against her as she starts to harden again.
Jackie who at one point, decides to move you and fuck you from above, fingers gripping the sheet near your head. She moves erratically, gasping and panting and moaning, her hips pushing into you at a speed you didn't even know she was capable of. Her cheeks are as red as a tomato, lips coming to settle on yours as she moves back and forth, back and forth.
Jackie who, when she cums, sees stars behind her eyelids and feels like she's about to faint.
Jackie who falls asleep almost immediatley between your arms, snoozing off with the knowledge that she has finally found someone to rely on.
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Hello, I just finished you got a friend in me part 2 and I was wondering if you could write a part 3 where Alison calls Melissa âmom/mommaâ or something like this for the first time. Thank you.
Hi anon! Iâm very happy that you liked part 2 and then immediately wanted a part 3! I thought this was a really cute idea and wrote it pretty quickly. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all my followers as I passed 300 followers a few days ago! đ„čđ«¶đ». Iâm almost done Melissa with a breeding kink so should be out tomorrow or the day after.
You Got A Friend In Me - Part 3
Warnings: just a lot of fluff of Melissa and Alison
Words: 5k
âAlright, here's her overnight bag and hereâs the key to the house in case you need to get something.â You say as you hand over Alisonâs bag and the key to Melissa and she puts it in her car. âAlright Alison, remember to listen to Melissa ok?â You say to Alison and she nods.
âI will mom, I promise.â Alison tells you and you give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
âOk Iâll see you both on Sunday when I get back.â You tell them.
âAlright weâll see you then and have a good trip, and I love you.â Melissa tells you and gives you a kiss.
âIâll try and I love you both!â You tell them before going to your car to go to work who will bring you to the airport. Youâre going to a work conference in California for a couple of days and Melissa immediately offered to look after Alison while you were gone.
Melissa and Alison head inside after you leave, Melissa goes to the teachers lounge while Alison goes to hang out with her friends on the play structure.
âSo how are you feeling about looking after Alison over the weekend by yourself?â Barb asks Melissa and that catches the trioâs attention.
âWhy are you looking after Alison by yourself?â Jacob asks.
âCause her mom is going to California for a work conference and will be back on Sunday. Now stop eavesdropping.â Melissa says and then turns back to Barb. âIâm pretty nervous but excited at the same time.â
âWell itâs a big thing for you, youâre basically going to be the mom for a weekend.â Barb says to her and Melissa freezes.
âI didnât think about it that way.â Melissa says before a smile makes its way to her face.
âYou seem happy at the thought.â
âWell Y/n trusts me enough to take her child for a whole weekend and basically be her parent for three days.â Melissa explains to Barb. âSo kinda happy about that.â
âSo what are you going to do with her over the weekend?â Janine asks.
âWell itâs the beginning of April so I was thinking indoor activities, as itâs still a bit chilly out, like bowling or staying at my place and bake cookies.â Melissa says as she has a fond smile on her face. âShe also loves to draw and Scooby Doo is her favourite cartoon to watch. So maybe curl up on the couch and watch it with her with some hot chocolate.â Melissa adds.
âSounds like a fun weekend.â Gregory says.
Melissa is sitting at her desk, doing some grading while her students are working. She canât help but look slightly up at Alison. Looking at the way she taps her chin with the pencils eraser when sheâs thinking, the way she sometimes bites her tongue when writing. Melissa canât help but think about the way she feels about her, that sheâs basically her daughter. She only wishes that she met you both sooner so she could have been there when Alison was born and watch her grow up from the start.
The final bell rings and Melissa makes sure all her kids get picked up before taking Alisonâs hand and walking with her to her car. On the way out they run into Barb waiting for her husband to pick her up.
âHello girls.â Barb tells them.
âHi Ms. Howard!â Alison says cheerfully. âIâm spending the weekend with Melissa!â She adds on.
âI heard. Are you excited?â Barb asks her.
âYes! I love spending time with Melissa.â Alison says and Melissa has a huge smile at hearing that.
âWell I hope you both have a good weekend.â Barb says when she sees Gerald pulling up.
âBye Ms. Howard!â
âBye Barb, see you on Monday.â Melissa says and then continues the way to her red car. âSo kiddo, what do you want for dinner tonight? Iâll make whatever you want.â She asks Alison.
âOh can you make your spaghetti and meatballs!â Alison suggests and Melissa smiles.
âWhy do you always ask for Italian food? I can make non-Italian meals too.â Melissa says while shifting the car into drive and drives out of the parking lot.
âYou said whatever I want and I want your spaghetti and meatballs.â
âAlright, Iâll make that then.â Melissa says. The rest of the drive home was filled with Alison telling Melissa all about her day even though sheâs her teacher and was there for most of it. âSo Alison, do you want to watch tv or help me make dinner?â Melissa asks her as they enter her house.
âCan I help make dinner?â Alison asks with a smile.
âOf course, how about we watch one episode and then we can get started on dinner?â Melissa suggests and Alison nods and then bounces over to the tv. They watch one episode of Scooby Doo and then they go over to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 10 minutes later, Alison is sitting on the counter, rolling the raw meat into balls while Melissa is making the sauce. âHow does this taste?â Melissa asks her and gives her a spoon with a bit of the sauce on it.
âThatâs good.â Alison tells her after taste testing. âMelissa?â
âYa hon?â
âDo you have a father?â Alison asks her and Melissa glances at her before going back to the sauce.
âI did, he died a few years ago though.â Melissa replies with. âWhy do you ask?â
âIâve asked mom who my father is and she says that she doesnât know.â Alison tells her with a frown.
âThatâs because she doesnât actually know. You were definitely a surprise for your mom and she loves you very much. It doesnât matter who helped bring you into the world, who matters is whoâs in your life ok?â Melissa tells her and Alison nods.
âMeatballs are done.â Alison tells her and Melissa looks at them and smiles.
âLooks great!â Melissa tells her and Alison smiles proudly.
They both have the spaghetti and meatballs in the dining room.
âWhat are we doing after?â Alison asks her.
âHm, I donât know. What do you want to do after?â
âCan we draw together?â Alison asks her and Melissa nods with a smile.
âOf course, I didnât get you a colouring set and not have you use it.â Melissa says and Alison smiles.
âMelissa?â Alison suddenly asks and Melissa looks at her. âWhy are you so good with me?â
âWhat do you mean hon?â
âWell when my mom was with that other girl, Kate, she was with her for a year and she never did as much with me as you do.â Alison explains to her.
âWell I donât know what Kate was thinking, but you deserve to know that youâre just as important to me as your mom is.â Melissa says and Alison nods. âHaving trouble cutting that piece of meatball?â Melissa asks after she sees Alison struggling and Alison nods. âHere, let me help you.â Melissa says and takes Alisonâs fork and knife and then cuts up the meatball in pieces.
âThank you.â Alison says then goes back to eating. After they finish eating then they go and draw on the coffee table together. âAre you and my mom going to get married?â Alison asks while drawing some grass.
âI donât know, itâs a little early to be thinking about that. Your mom and I have only been dating for about 6 months.â
âWell I would like it if you did.â
âYou would?â Melissa asks, halting her drawing.
âYa, I like you as my teacher and I like spending time with you.â
âWell I like spending time with you too hon.â Melissa says to Alison.
âLook what I drew!â Alison exclaims a minute later and shows Melissa the drawing. âThereâs me, mom, you, then grandma and grandpa.â
âYou drew a family pictureâŠwith me included?â Melissa asks and Alison nods with a smile. âYouâre so sweet kiddo. Come here.â Melissa says before wrapping Alison up in a hug.
âWhat are we doing tomorrow?â Alison asks after the hug.
âWell I thought we could go to the store and get some ingredients to bake something. Like maybe some cupcakes and decorate them after.â
âCan we make Easter cupcakes? Easter is in a week.â
âOf course we can hon. How about for now, you go and get ready for bed and then we can watch a Scooby Doo movie together. Iâll even make popcorn.â Melissa suggests and Alisonâs face lights up, and then runs upstairs to the guest bedroom that Melissa set up for her.
Melissa puts a bag of popcorn in the microwave before going to set up a Scooby Doo movie. Alison comes back 10 minutes later in her pjs and flops down on the couch next to Melissa. She snuggles into Melissa before Melissa starts the movie.
âComfy kiddo?â Melissa asks with a smile and Alison nods before paying attention to the movie.
Alison ends up falling asleep on Melissa during the second Scooby Doo movie and Melissa gently starts stroking her head. Melissa then carefully lifts her up and carries her to the guest room. She sets her down underneath the covers, tucks her in and places a kiss on her forehead.
âGood night kiddo.â Melissa whispers before getting up and leaving.
Melissa goes downstairs and cleans everything up before going back upstairs and gets ready for bed.
The next morning Melissa is up making pancakes for Alison. Alison wakes up and goes downstairs before Melissa is done with the pancakes.
âMorning kiddo.â Melissa says to her when she sees her entering the kitchen. Alison lets out a yawn before replying back to her.
âMorning Melissa.â She says groggily.
âDid you just wake up hon?â Melissa asks and Alison nods. âAre ya hungry?â Alison nods again. âWell the pancakes are almost done. How about you put the syrup and plates on the table?â Melissa suggests.
âOk!â Alison says, who perked up at the mention of pancakes.
After breakfast they both get ready to go to the store and get the ingredients for cupcakes and decorating.
âSo if you want Easter cupcakes, you want purple, yellow and white sprinkles?â Melissa asks her when theyâre looking at food decorations.
âWhite icing, and yellow and purple sprinkles.â Alison says with a smile.
âAlright, you got it kiddo.â Melissa says as she grabs the items needed. âNow do you want chocolate, vanilla or red velvet cupcakes?â She asks.
âChocolate!â Alison exclaims and Melissa nods with a smile. âYouâre not grabbing the chocolate cupcake mix?â Alison asks as they walk right by it.
âNope, Iâm gonna show you how to make cupcakes from scratch.â Melissa tells her as Alison hops on the front of the cart.
âYou and your daughter are very cute together.â Melissa hears and she turns around to see a woman looking at her with a smile.
âOh thank you but sheâs my girlfriendâs daughter.â Melissa tells her.
âWell youâre both still cute together, daughter or not.â The woman tells her and then walks away. Melissa is left stunned before she turns back to Alison whoâs looking at where the woman was. Both of them then go back to shopping like it didnât happen.
âSo I think we got everything needed.â Melissa says. âReady to go back home and start making them?â Melissa asks her excitedly.
âYes, letâs go make some cupcakes!â Alison exclaims and then runs to a cashier.
âWoah, slow down, I canât bring the cart that fast, Alison.â Melissa tells her.
âSorry.â Alison says and waits for Melissa. Alison then gives the items to Melissa who puts it on the belt for the cashier to scan. Alison then helps Melissa put the stuff in her car and then brings the cart to the cart return.
âAlright, hop in kiddo.â Melissa says after opening the door to the backseat. Alison gets in the backseat and Melissa gets in the driver seat before starting the car and driving back to her place.
âIâm so excited!â Alison squeals after they bring the bags into the kitchen.
âAlright, hereâs a stool for you to stand on.â Melissa tells her while she puts down a stool that she keeps around for herself for the top shelf. Alison gets on the stool while Melissa gets the cupcake pan out. âOk kiddo, put one cupcake wrapper in each hole in here.â Melissa instructs Alison after giving her the wrappers. Alison does as instructed while Melissa gets everything out. They then begin making cupcakes from scratch. âAlright now add the chocolate chips and the cocoa powder.â Melissa continues instructing Alison.
âHow many chocolate chips?â
âLetâs put about half the bag.â Melissa tells her and Alison nods before pouring the chocolate chips in.
âCan I steal a few?â Alison asks and Melissa nods with a smile.
âGo for it kiddo.â
They continue making the cupcakes after Alison steals a few chocolate chips and hands some over to Melissa for her to eat some as well.
âAlright and now we pour the mix into the cupcake wrappers about halfway.â Melissa tells her and hands her a spoon. As soon as Alison starts putting the mix in the wrappers is when Melissa gets a call. Melissa gets her phone out and sees that youâre calling her. âHey.â Melissa tells you when she accepts the call.
âHey Melissa! How are things with you and Alison?â You ask and she immediately wants to video chat with you and you accept it and your face comes into view.
âHi mom!â Alison exclaims and you can see theyâre making something.
âHi sweetheart! Are you two making something?â
âYes, Melissa taught me how to make cupcakes from scratch and she let me steal a few chocolate chips.â Alison tells you while she pours some mix into a wrapper.
âOh wow! Sounds like youâre having a fun time.â You say.
âYa I am.â Alison says and you see Melissa ruffle up Alisonâs hair.
âSheâs been a good little helper.â Melissa tells you with a smile.
âAfter theyâre done in the oven, weâre gonna decorate them and itâs going to be Easter themed!â Alison tells you and you open your mouth in shock.
âOh my god, thatâs so cool!â You tell her and Alison goes back to what she was doing. âHow was last night?â You ask Melissa and she turns the camera to herself.
âIt was good, she helped me make dinner and then she fell asleep while watching Scooby Doo.â Melissa tells you.
âWe also drew pictures!â You hear Alison say and Melissa smiles and blushes at that and you wonder what they drew.
âWhat did you guys draw?â You ask and Melissa flips the camera to Alisonâs drawing that was on the fridge.
âShe drew a family picture.â Melissa says and you look at the picture and see that Alison also included Melissa in the picture.
âAww that's cute, I see she included you in it.â You say and she flipped the camera back to herself and you can see sheâs smiling and biting her lip while nodding. âWell Iâm so happy that youâre close to each other.â You tell her and she smiles at you. âI do have to go but I just wanted to call to check in on you guys.â
âWell thanks for checking in, Alison and I are having fun together.â Melissa tells you. âWait, are you having fun Alison?â Melissa asks her and Alison turns around.
âYep!â Alison replies with. âMelissa Iâm done with the cupcakes, can I eat the rest of the mix?â Alison asks and Melissa looks at the cupcake wrappers filled with the mix.
âJust put a little more in that one.â Melissa says and points to one. âThen you can eat the batter.â Melissa tells her and Alison nods before adding more of the mix into one and then starts eating the batter.
âWell Iâll let you both go as I have a conference to get too.â You tell her and she nods at you with a smile.
âWell, have fun with that.â She tells you and you chuckle.
âI wonât but thank you.â
âNo problem, I love you.â Melissa tells you and you smile at her.
âI love you too.â You say and then Melissa brings the phone over to Alison who has a mouth full of batter. âI love you sweetheart.â You tell her.
âI love you too! Bye mom.â Alison says before putting more batter in her mouth. You disconnect the call after waving to the both of them.
âAlright kiddo, letâs pop these in the oven.â Melissa tells Alison and Alison then gets off the stool. Melissa grabs the cupcakes, pops them in the oven and sets a timer for 15 minutes. âAlright now to clean up.â Melissa says to Alison. âDo you mind bringing these to the sink? And putting these dishes in the dishwasher?â Melissa says and hands a few things to Alison who then nods and does what sheâs told.
âMelissa, remember that lady from the store, the one who thought you were my mom?â Alison asks her.
âYes, why?â
âWell it made me think about that, I do see you as a mother figure.â Alison says and Melissa turns and looks at her.
âReally?â
âYa, I mean youâre always there for me when I need you, and you help my mom take care of me, isnât that what a mom is supposed to do?â Alison tells her and a couple of tears fall down Melissaâs face.
âI guess so hon. You know I think youâre very smart for an 8 year old.â Melissa tells her and Alison smiles.
After cleaning up and chatting a bit, the timer on the oven goes off and Melissa goes and gets the cupcakes out. After checking that their done, Melissa gets everything set up for Alison to start decorating.
âI canât get the icing right.â Alison pouts out after trying for the third time.
âHere, let me help you with that.â Melissa says and guides Alison on how to put icing on the cupcakes.
âThank you!â Alison says and then continues doing the other cupcakes. âHow crazy can I go with the sprinkles?â Alison asks Melissa after sheâs done with the icing.
âAs crazy as you want. Use all of them if you want.â Melissa tells her and Alisonâs face lights up.
After drowning the cupcakes with sprinkles, Alison announced that she was done and they both had a couple before putting the rest in the fridge. After they finished eating, they went to the couch and Melissa grabs the deck of cards on the coffee table. Alison watches in amazement how good Melissa is shuffling the deck of cards and Melissa looks at her with an amused smirk.
âBeen shuffling decks for years kiddo.â Melissa tells her.
âWill you teach me to shuffle them like you do?â Alison asks her and Melissa smiles at her.
âSure, itâll take a lot of practice though.â Melissa responds with and Alison smiles and nods. Melissa deals 7 cards to each of them, they make their matches and then Alison starts the game.
âDo you have any 4âs?â Alison asks.
âGo fish.â Melissa says after a second. âDo you have any 9âs?â Melissa asks after Alison takes a card.
âYes.â Alison says with a sigh and reluctantly gives her two 9âs. âThat was gonna be my next move, ask for 9âs.â Alison tells her and Melissa smiles.
They end up playing go fish for a couple hours before switching games.
âOk this game is called crazy eights.â Melissa says to Alison. She then goes on to explain how to play and they do a few practice rounds.
âOk I think I might have the hang of it now.â Alison says after the 4th practice round.
âWant to play for real now?â Melissa asks her and Alison nods. âOk.â Melissa says and then she deals the cards.
They play a couple games of crazy eights before Melissa gets up to go heat up some leftovers for dinner. During dinner, Alison is looking a bit disappointed while eating.
âSomething wrong kiddo?â Melissa asks her.
âMy mom is coming back tomorrow.â Alison says and Melissa looks at her confused.
âYa she is, arenât you happy about that? You love your mom.â Melissa asks her.
âI am happy about seeing her again, but that also means going back home without you.â Alison says and Melissa gives her a small smile.
âYou see every day in school and all 3 of us spend time together on the weekends though. Even though we donât live together, you still see me everyday.â Melissa tells her.
âBut every evening after school youâre not there.â
âWould you prefer if I was?â Melissa asks her and Alison nods. âWell maybe your mom and I can talk about me spending evenings at your place or all of us spending evenings here.â Melissa tells her and Alison smiles.
âWhat are we doing after dinner?â Alison asks.
âI thought I could give you your first lesson on shuffling, maybe play another game and then watch a movie.â
âWhat game?â
âWell what game do you want to play kiddo?â
âDo you have snakes and ladders?â Alison asks and Melissa chuckles.
âOf course I do, lâm not an amateur.â Melissa jokes and Alison smiles before they finish dinner.
After dinner, Melissa teaches her how to shuffle properly without dropping any cards. Then they play snakes and ladders 3 times before they decide on a movie to watch.
âYou wanna watch the Addams family?â Melissa asks Alison after Alison suggests it.
âYep, Iâve heard itâs funny.â
âWell it is, and itâs also more of a Halloween movie.â Melissa tells her.
âCan we watch it?â
âSure, you can get it ready and Iâll get the popcorn.â Melissa says and Alison smiles before getting it set up. Melissa comes back in with 2 bowls of popcorn and a few popcorn flavours. âChoose a flavour if you want.â Melissa tells her and Alison immediately adds the cheddar one.
They watch the Addams family together and Melissa sees that Alison is enjoying it a lot and maybe they can watch the second one too.
âI love Wednesday! Do you think I could be her for Halloween? Sheâs so cool!â Alison says after the movie.
âI think we could get you a Wednesday costume. Do you want to watch the second one? Wednesday is in it more.â Melissa tells her and Alison immediately nods her head excitedly.
âCan we have more popcorn? I finished mine.â Alison tells her and Melissa smiles before getting up and making more. âOh my god, Debbie is just as crazy as them.â Alison exclaims during the movie and Melissa chuckles.
âThatâs the point kiddo.â Melissa says and Alison leans on Melissa to cuddle with her, and Melissa immediately wraps her arm around her. Melissa reads Alison a bedtime story after she finishes getting ready for bed and Alison laughs every time she uses a funny voice. âAlright hon, Iâll see you in the morning.â Melissa tells her as she tucks her in and places a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
The next morning, Melissa is cooking some bacon and eggs when she gets a video call and sees itâs from you.
âHey you.â Melissa says as your face goes into view.
âHey Melissa.â You say with a smile. âWanted to call you before I leave for my flight.â You tell her and Melissa smiles.
âWell I never mind a call from you.â She says as she flips the bacon.
âThe plane lands around 2:30 so I should get to your place around 3.â You say and she looks at you in shock.
âWhat makes you think Alison and I arenât picking you up from the airport?â She asks you and you look at her with a slight blush on your cheeks.
âI donât know, I just didnât want to assume.â You tell her and she shakes her head at you with a smile.
âWell Alison and I will be there.â She tells you and you smile and nod your head.
âSo how was it with Alison?â You ask her and she smiles.
âIt was really good, lots of fun. And I was thinking of taking her bowling before you get here, unless you want to join us.â She tells you.
âItâs you and Alisonâs choice.â You say with a smile.
âThere is something that she said yesterday.â Melissa starts and you nod your head for her to continue. âShe said she wanted me around more, like in the evening after school.â
âOh, well thatâs definitely an easy fix if you want to be around more.â You say.
âYou donât mind if Iâm around more?â
âMelissa, weâve been together for 6 months, if I didnât want you around then I would have already told you.â You say with a small chuckle and she lets out an airy laugh.
âI guess so. And yes I do want to be around more. You both make me feel happy.â Melissa says as she turns off the stove and gets two plates.
âYou know if her drawing is anything to go by, she sees you as family.â You tell her as she scoops the bacon and eggs onto the plates.
âSheâs an amazing kid, Iâd be happy if I could be family for you both.â She says and you smile at her.
âI always knew you were a softie, a red teddy bear.â You say to her and she scoffs.
âOnly with you two.â She says with a smile.
âIs that bacon I smell?â Alison says as she enters the kitchen in her pjs.
âIt is, kiddo.â Melissa says and grabs her phone. âYour mom is on the phone.â Melissa tells her and Alison grabs the phone.
âHi mom!â
âHey sweetheart, did you have fun with Melissa?â You ask her and she nods.
âA lot of fun! Yesterday, Melissa taught me how to shuffle cards and we watched The Addams Family.â Alison explains to you.
âOh wow, sounds like you had a lot of fun yesterday. I also heard that you want to see Melissa more.â You say and Alison nods. âI think we can arrange that.â
âI want to see you and her at the same time though. Like living together.â Alison tells you and both you and Melissa freeze.
âI think itâs too early for that but we can definitely arrange where either Melissa comes here more or we spend more time at her place.â You explain to Alison and she nods.
âOk.â Alison says.
âAlison, do you want to go bowling before we go pick your mom up or after?â Melissa asks her.
âCan we do it with my mom?â Alison says excitedly and Melissa nods.
âOf course.â Melissa tells her and brings the plates to the table. âSo weâll stay here until we have to pick your mom up and then weâll go bowling after.â Melissa says and they both agree with her.
âHey, I have to go but Iâll see you both around 2:30.â You tell them and Melissa bends down to see you on the phone as Alison is holding it.
âAlright hon. Weâll see you at 2:30.â Melissa says.
âBye mom!â Alison says to you.
âBye, I love you both.â You tell them
âI love you too.â Alison tells you.
âI love you hon.â Melissa tells you and then you disconnect the call. âAlright letâs eat.â Melissa says before they both go to sit at the table.
The day flew by too quickly for Melissa. Yes sheâs happy that sheâll get to see you again, but acting like a mother for Alison for the weekend was better than sheâll admit.
After breakfast they both went to get dressed, then they drew, played cards, watched Scooby Doo. Melissa even helped Alison with some of the homework that she gave out on Friday. Before they knew it, it was time to go and pick you up. Melissa drove them both to the airport, parked and went to the gate that youâd arrive at.
You step off the plane and you go to where your luggage will be. You turn the corner and you see Melissa and Alison there, looking to be playing patty cake. You walk up further and you and Melissa lock eyes. You then see her stop playing with Alison and say something to her before Alison turns around.
âMom!â She yells and comes running to you. You go on one knee and have your arms wide open as she makes her way to you and attacks you with a hug.
âHi sweetheart! I missed you.â You tell her and she pulls away just as Melissa makes it to where you two are.
âHey hon.â She says and then you stand back up and kiss her.
âEw!â You hear and you pull back and look at Alison whoâs making a face.
âWhat are you saying ew for?â You ask her.
âBecause Iâm looking at my mom kissing mama, thatâs why.â Alison says and then walks over to the luggage.
âWait, did she just-â you say and look at Melissa whoâs looking at Alison in shock.
âShe just called me mama.â Melissa says as a tear slides down her cheek.
âMom, I see your luggage.â Alison says and you go over and take your luggage.
âAlison, did you just call me mama?â Melissa asks Alison and Alison nods.
âIs that ok?â Alison asks her and Melissa immediately nods and gives her a big hug.
âThatâs more than ok kiddo. I love it!â Melissa says with a huge smile.
âAlright, ready to get out of here?â You ask them both and they nod.
You all go out to the car, pack your luggage in the trunk and then you all get in, with Melissa in the driverâs seat.
âAlright, bowling now?â Melissa asks you both.
âYa! Bowling!â Alison yells and you nod. Melissa then grabs your hand and you look over at her with a smile. Melissa gives you a smile in return before she drives off to bring you all bowling.
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STAY AWAY FROM JULIET! JACK DRURY
pairing: brind'amour!daughter!reader x jack drury
summary: caught between your love for jack and your father's strict rules about dating players, you find yourself navigating the thrill and weight of a secret romance.
warnings: secret relationship, forbidden relationship, reader is coaches daughter + teammates sister, pretending that skylar isn't with the ahl team in chicago and is on the roster.
wc: 3.80k
notes: jack drury fic! i don't know a ton about him off the ice so i hope this is good. thank u to the anon who requested!
As everyone knows, the last thing you ever want to do is cross Rod BrindâAmourâa fact you understand all too well as his daughter. Thatâs why itâs a surprise, even to you, that you ended up in a relationship with Jack Drury, one of his players, breaking the strict âno fraternizing with the teamâ rule heâd always imposed on you. You would feel bad for disobeying your father if it werenât for the fact that you were head over heels for Jack.
Keeping the relationship under wraps wasnât easy, but you both agreed it was for the best. The risk of your dad finding out â and the reaction that you knew would result from that â was enough to keep you both cautious. Growing up, you'd heard countless stories from your dadâs former teammates and players about his fierce dedication and unwavering standards. Those standards extended beyond the ice, especially when it came to you and Skylar.
It wasnât that Jack wasnât good enough. Far from it. He was everything your dad would probably want for youâloyal, kind, respectful, with a work ethic that rivaled your fatherâs own. But the idea of dating someone on the team went against every guideline Rod had set, a boundary he made clear for you and Skylar growing up.
Despite the careful hiding, sneaking around brought a thrill you hadnât expected. Late-night meet-ups after practice, stolen kisses in hidden corridors, and text messages that had to be deleted as soon as you read them were all part of the secret that bound you and Jack even closer. And, to your surprise, you found that these stolen moments made you fall for him even more.
At first, sneaking around with Jack felt almost like a game. You both laughed about the lengths youâd go to keep everything hiddenâtiming phone calls to avoid your dad, coordinating schedules so you could âbump into each otherâ outside the rink without raising suspicion, and finding creative ways to communicate without leaving a digital trail. Every stolen glance or quick touch that no one else noticed made your heart race. The secrecy added an exhilarating spark, something just for the two of you that no one else could touch.
You joked with Jack about the lengths you went to: how youâd pretend not to notice each other at team events, how heâd throw you a subtle wink from across a room when no one else was looking, and how youâd meet up in empty stairwells of the Lenovo Centre. Jack always kept things light-hearted, his playful grin reassuring you that as long as you were together, it would be worth the risk.
But as the months passed, the thrill started to wear thin, replaced by a longing for something simpler. The constant need to look over your shoulder or keep your voice low when you talked about him to your friends began to feel more like a weight. Youâd catch yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to hold his hand in public or just have him over for dinner without the worry of your dad or brother finding out.
And it wasnât just the sneaking around that was exhausting; it was how much you missed out on. When the team had get-togethers, you couldnât be by his side, even though you wanted to support him. Sometimes, heâd mention a charity event or team dinner, and youâd have to laugh it off, pretending it didnât sting that you couldnât be there openly. As his career milestones came and went, you wanted to celebrate with him, to be the one cheering the loudest. Instead, you found yourself watching from afar, silently, wishing things could be different.
And now not only was the hiding becoming a weight between you and Jack, it was getting harder and harder to manage, and the cracks began to show. You could feel the pressure building, the constant vigilance required to keep everything under wraps growing harder to manage.
There were moments when the secrecy felt like it was taking more than it was giving. Every time you saw Jack after practice, there was a part of you that wanted to shout your feelings from the rooftops. But, instead, you shared a fleeting smile or a brief touch, both of you hyper-aware of every passing moment. Whenever you were at the rink and youâd run into your dad, your stomach would twist in knots, and youâd pray that he wouldnât catch sight of Jack orâworseâmake the connection. The thought of your father, who had built his career on discipline and loyalty, discovering that you were breaking one of his cardinal rules, made your heart race with a mixture of dread and guilt.
But it wasnât just your dad that made the situation complicated. It was Skylar. Your brother, who had always been protective of you, was starting to catch on to your avoidance. The way you always seemed to have an excuse to leave early when he invited you to hang out, the way you deflected questions about who you were spending time with outside of work â Skylar had always been perceptive, and he was no fool. You could see it in his eyes. Heâd give you those knowing glances whenever you seemed a little too distracted, or when your phone would buzz with a text message from Jack and youâd panic, quickly pocketing it before he saw.
The strain was becoming too much, and you were growing worried that it wouldnât be long before one of them, probably Skylar, would piece it together. Every time you met Jack in a secluded corner of the rink or snuck away for a quick coffee, there was a part of you that dreaded being caught. If your dad or brother saw you and Jack together, even for a moment, all your carefully constructed walls would come crashing down.
One night, with your dad out for a dinner meeting with Eric Tulsky and a few of the Hurricanesâ execs, youâd invited Jack over, excited to finally let him into your world a little deeper. Youâd barely gotten him through the door before you were wrapped around each other, muffling laughter and eager whispers as you stumbled up the stairs to your bedroom. For once, he was in your spaceâsomewhere that felt like an extension of yourself, familiar and intimate. Jack looked around, taking in the room heâd only heard about: the bulletin board crowded with photos, ticket stubs, and other keepsakes; shelves overflowing with books and childhood mementos; the whole room exuding a soft, cozy warmth.
As he wandered, his fingers traced along your cluttered desk, a slight smile on his lips as he absorbed the details. Then, his gaze landed on a photo pinned to the board, and he plucked it down before you could stop him. âOh my gosh,â he teased, grinning as he held it up to inspect. âYou with glasses, pigtails, and⊠are those sequins on your jeans?â
You rolled your eyes, laughing as you tried to grab the picture back. âIt was a phase. And, anyway, I donât think Mr. âneon-green frosted tips for the playoffsâ has any room to talk about style choices.â
He gasped, mock-offended, holding the photo just out of reach. âHey, that was iconic. This, on the other handâŠâ He squinted at it, chuckling. âI need to know how many days you rocked the bedazzled denim look.â
With a smirk, you stepped closer, sliding your hands up his chest, pinning him with a look that was half-daring, half-teasing. âDo you really want to spend tonight making fun of my middle school fashion choices? Or⊠maybe we could get back to what weâre really here for?â
Jackâs laughter faded, replaced by that familiar, mischievous glint. He leaned down, voice softer, warmer. âAlright, you win,â he murmured, his hands settling around your waist. âYouâre way more distracting than a photo ever could be.â With a gentle smile, he placed the photo back on the board and turned fully to you, and as he drew you in.
Your hands drifted to his shoulders, his fingers trailing up your sides, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. You pulled Jack to your bed, easing him back onto the plush comforter, propping one leg on either side of his hips. Jackâs lips brushed softly along your neck, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling the closeness of him, the quiet thrill of sneaking him into your space. His hands traced under the hem of your top, tugging it up, and you broke apart just long enough to pull off your shirts, casting them aside as you reconnected in a kiss that deepened, stealing your breath.
You were so wrapped up in him, so blissfully unaware, that the sudden slam of a car door outside might as well have been thunder. You jolted, pulling away, and Jackâs lips left a small, bewildered whimper at the abrupt loss of contact. âDid you hear that?â you whispered, heart racing.
âHear what?â he asked, clearly not wanting to hear anything but the steady hum of the moment between you.
You slipped off his lap, crept to the window, and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek through. There it was â your dadâs SUV parked once again in the driveway. Panic clawed at your stomach as you hissed, âShit!â
Jackâs face went pale as the sound of keys jingling met your ears from downstairs. His expression mirrored yours â frozen panic â as he took in the narrow confines of your room, seeming to realize in real time that hiding nearly six feet of hockey player was no small feat.
âCloset,â you whispered sharply, tugging him in that direction. He stifled a laugh, squeezing himself into the cramped space, giving you a look that was somewhere between grateful and bewildered as you shut the doors.
You dashed back to the bed, frantically tugging your shirt back on and running a hand through your hair, grabbing your phone and slipping on your headphones. You quickly ran back to the closet, cracking open the doors. âStay quiet,â you said. âDonât come out until I come and get you and the coast is all clear.â
Just as you returned to the bed and threw the blanket over your legs, the door creaked open, and there was your dad, standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
âHey,â he said, pausing, taking in the sight of you with the unmistakable air of someone who knew more than he was letting on. âWho were you talking to?â
You gave him what you hoped was an effortlessly casual smile, lifting your phone to show you were on a call. âOh, just a friend from school. Sheâs, uh, going through some stuff, so Iâm keeping her company on the phone,â you replied, praying he couldnât hear your pulse thundering in your chest.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it entirely but also not wanting to pry too deeply. âRight, okay,â he said slowly. âWell, Iâll let you get back to it. But maybe keep it down, alright?â
You nodded, trying to look as unaffected as possible. âWill do,â you said with a small, too-casual smile, watching as he lingered for one last beat before closing the door.
As soon as you heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, you practically collapsed back onto the bed in relief. After a beat, the closet door creaked open, and Jack stepped out, eyes wide and lips pressed tightly together as he tried not to laugh.
âOh my god,â he whispered, still grinning, âI thought I was going to get caught.â
You clapped a hand over your mouth, half-relieved, half-ready to burst into laughter at the situation. "I thought we were both done for," you muttered, letting out a soft, breathy laugh as Jack joined you on the bed. He flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling, eyes still gleaming with barely restrained laughter.
Jack propped himself up on one elbow, glancing over at you. "You know, one day, weâre going to have to tell people. I mean, if I got caught hiding in your closet tonight, I donât think I could ever live it down." He chuckled, but his words held a trace of seriousness, hinting at the future you both knew was looming.
You sighed, the humor fading a bit as reality set back in. "I know," you admitted quietly. "I just⊠I worry about how my dad and Skylar will react. I mean, they know you as a player, as a teammate. But as⊠as the guy Iâm with?" You trailed off, unsure of how to put your feelings into words.
Jack reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his expression softening. âThey know me as the guy whoâs dedicated to the team, who works hard. And Iâd be dedicated to you, too. Thatâs all they need to know. BesidesâŠâ He smirked a little, trying to lighten the moment. âSkylar and I have been in a locker room together more than enough. He probably knows more about me than he ever wanted to.â
You laughed, shaking your head. "You donât know my dad like I do. Heâs seen me as his little girl for so long. And Skylar, well⊠heâs overprotective." You glanced down, picking at the blanket as the weight of their potential reactions settled on you. "I just donât want them to think⊠I donât know, that weâre crossing some sort of line."
âWhat? Rod would never overreact to anything!â Jack said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You give him a shove but recognize that Jack would likely know exactly how your dad would react to finding out about the two of you.
Jack let out a small, sympathetic smile, and his fingers found yours, intertwining gently as he looked into your eyes. "Hey," he said softly, "no matter how it goes, Iâm here. Even if Rod loses his mind or Skylar thinks he needs to 'protect' you from me â I'm not going anywhere." His voice was steady, his eyes holding a quiet confidence that made you feel both reassured and grounded.
You squeezed his hand, feeling your heart swell at his words. âYou really mean that?â
âAbsolutely,â he replied, his eyes steady and sincere. âI want them to know that youâre safe with me, that Iâd do anything to make you happy. They deserve that reassurance, and I want to give it to them.â He paused, a playful glint returning to his gaze. âBut maybe not when Iâm sneaking out of your closet at two in the morning.â
You both burst out laughing again, the tension breaking as the comfort of the moment settled around you. Pulling Jack close, you rested your head on his shoulder, a sense of peace washing over you.
âOne dayâ you murmured, almost to yourself. âBut not tonight.â
Jack nodded, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle squeeze. âWhenever youâre ready. Iâll be here.â
As the days went on, though, the secrecy only grew harder. Youâd thought you could keep your relationship under wraps with a bit of careful planning and a few white lies, but you hadnât anticipated how deeply youâd crave being able to share your life with Jack openly. Every time youâd pass him in the halls of the Lenovo Centre having to pass by him like you didnât know him as anyone more than one of your dad's players. Or every quick squeeze of his hand when no one was looking. It was beginning to feel like a delicate balancing act â one slip, and it would all come tumbling down.
Your dad had started to notice your little âdisappearances,â the times youâd claim to be studying with friends or heading out to run an errand but were actually meeting Jack. And Skylar, perceptive as ever, kept teasing you, asking if your newfound happiness was because the Canes were doing so well or if someone was responsible for it. Youâd brush it off with a laugh, but deep down, you knew it couldnât go on like this.
So when Jack suggested a simple date â just the two of you at a small, out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner â you felt a rush of relief. No sneaking, no hiding in closets, just a normal evening where you could enjoy each otherâs company without the pressure of prying eyes. The restaurant was quiet, candlelit, and tucked away, and for once, you almost allowed yourself to believe you were truly alone.
The two of you slipped into comfortable conversation, laughing over the menu as Jack exaggerated his disgust at any mention of seafood, and you felt that familiar warmth, that thrilling ease that made you wish every night could be like this. But as you raised your glass for another sip, you noticed Jackâs gaze shift from your face, over your shoulder, to somewhere behind you, his smile suddenly faltering.
Before you could turn around, Jackâs hand took yours that was resting on the table, giving a gentle squeeze, trying to soothe you as he leaned in and whispered, âDonât freak out, okay? But I think⊠your dad and Skylar just walked in.â
Your heart plummeted, eyes wide as your head whipped around to confirm Jackâs words. Sure enough, there they were, standing with some friends of your family. They scanned the room, not seeming to have noticed you yet, but your carefully secret relationship was now hanging in the balance.
You quickly turned back to Jack, lifting your menu as if it could shield you from view, heart hammering in your chest. âOf all the restaurantsâŠâ you muttered under your breath, feeling the moment's weight settle heavily.
Jack looked at you with steady, gentle eyes. âHey, itâs okay. If they see us, weâll handle it,â he said softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles over the back of your hand. âNo more hiding, right?â
You nodded, dropping the menu back to the table, feeling the words sink in and taking comfort in Jackâs reassuring touch. You both kept your heads down, focusing on each other and praying the waiter would come quickly to take your orders. But a few moments later, footsteps approached, and you knew it was too late to keep pretending.
âHey, you two,â came a familiar voice. You looked up to see your dad and Skylar standing by your table. Your dadâs expression was stoic, with no reaction to the sight of you two showing. Skylar, however, had a shit-eating grin on his face. There was no escaping it now.
With a deep breath, you tightened your hold on Jackâs hand and mustered a smile. âHi, Dad. Hi, Sky,â you greeted, hoping your voice didnât sound as nervous as you felt.
Skylar folded his arms, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between you and Jack. âCare to explain?â he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You glared at your older brother who was clearly finding enjoyment in this.
Jack cleared his throat, sitting up a little straighter. âSir, Iâd⊠Weâve been seeing each other for a while now, and we didnât want you to hear about it from someone else. We just⊠wanted to be careful with how it might look, with the team and all.â
Your dadâs face remained unreadable for a moment, eyes flickering from you to Jack as he processed. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you held your breath, waiting for some sign of his reaction. Finally, he sighed, his expression softening slightly as he looked back at you.
âAs long as youâre happy, thatâs all that matters,â he said, his tone calm but sincere. âItâs important that youâre with someone who respects you â someone whoâs going to be good to you.â
A wave of relief washed over you, and you felt your shoulders relax as you smiled. âThank you, Dad.â
You turned to look at Skylar who was now eyeing Jack, suddenly serious. Finally, he huffed, breaking the silence. âAlright, alright⊠I know Jackâs a good guy. But you know Iâll kick his ass if he ever does anything to hurt you, right?â He shot Jack a warning look, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jack laughed softly, nodding. âUnderstood. Iâll make sure you donât have to.â
A smile broke across your face, and you felt the last of your fears dissolve. âThank you, both of you,â you said, your voice soft with gratitude. âI just⊠I donât want this to affect anything between you guys as teammates or between you guys as coach and player.â
Your dad nodded thoughtfully, glancing at Jack. âWeâll figure it out. Just promise me youâll be open with us going forward, okay? No more hiding in closets or pretending to study at friendsâ houses.â
Your smile dropped, a bright red hue flashing across your cheeks as you remembered shoving Jack into your cramped closet a month ago when your dad suddenly came home. âYou knew?â
Your dad raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement breaking through his usually serious demeanor. âIâm your father. Of course, I knew,â he said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âAlso, he left his team jacket on your desk chair. It says Drury on the shoulder.â
Skylar snorted, unable to contain his laughter. âThe closet? Really?â he teased, shaking his head.
âWhat did you want me to do? Tell him to jump out the window?â you argued.
Your dad rolled his eyes but softened, his gaze landing on you both with a newfound acceptance. âJust⊠next time, try a little honesty instead of extreme hiding tactics. Iâd rather know than worry about you sneaking around.â His voice was gentle, a tone he rarely used outside of family moments, and it only reassured you that he was really okay with this.
You nodded, feeling more at ease than you had in months. âI promise. No more hiding, Dad.â
Your dad and Skylar exchanged a look, something unspoken but approving passing between them before they glanced back at you. âAlright, weâll leave you two to your dinner,â your dad said, giving you a warm nod. âBut I expect to see him at dinner on Sunday night and be properly introduced to your boyfriend.â
As they walked away, you and Jack exchanged a relieved laugh, your hands still intertwined. Jack lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. âWell, that went better than expected,â he murmured, his eyes twinkling with both relief and affection.
You smiled, feeling lighter than ever. âYeah, I think weâre officially in the clear.â
Jack leaned in, his voice low and teasing. âSo, does that mean no more closets?â
You laughed, squeezing his hand. âNo more closets,â you agreed.
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Could you do a story where Sergei is tough, but also overprotective of the protagonist, pls?
I love your stories
A/N: ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. I am so glad you requested this because lately I've been obsessed with sergei and have been thinking of a way to make a small fic about his toxic self so you requesting this gave me an idea! Thank you so much anon! It might be a little different from your request though but the tough part as well as overprotectiveness is still there, just more dark themes. I hope you don't mind that though, I just feel like it fits more with his character.
YOU'RE MINE, ALRIGHT? â sergei kravinoff
note: I do not own this man because he owns himself, periodt. This is made purely out of entertainment purposes!
warning!: violence, age-gap, (somewhat) toxic relationship, little blood, swearing, sexual harassment, mentions of death, 18+, and sergei being hot (man is a warning himself) mdni
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You were only taking your nightly stroll in the forest while your lover was in the cabin somewhere in the woods that he made you move in after knowing each other for a while. Your relationship with him was not really ideal but you loved him with all your heart and vice versa.
Your lover might not show it but he cares about you more than he let on. It worried you for quite some time now that maybe you weren't good enough for him, you refused to do such things that he called 'the hunt'. You weren't prepared to do something so unnerving. Surprisingly, he agreed to let you prepare after a bit of arguing and silent treatments of course. Still, you thought that he might leave you because you have never done anything for him other than sit still and be pretty.
But you were so wrong.
Sighing as an owl hoots through the trees and crickets sounding in your surroundings, you now began to walk towards the path to the cabin. You've basically just walked straight from here to there so it wasn't that hard to find your way back.
Noises of leaves crushing alerted you as you walked down the path. Multiple voices sounded from the right side of you but before you could hide, a bright flashlight flickered towards your figure, blinding you.
Hissing a bit from the bright light, you blinked your eyes before your vision focused to four males who looked about a couple years older than you. An ache appeared in your stomach as you felt like you had a bad feeling about the situation.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here." One of the men whistled as his eyes looked at your frame up and down.
"Quite a looker, right?" The other one on his right licked his lips in anticipation.
"Think we could use her for entertainment?" Another one from behind snickered. As if a light bulb appeared on top of their heads, their eyes lit up dangerously making you step back in fear as you heard their conversation.
No, please don't.
"Don't worry, doll. This will only last for the whole night." The man in the middle reassured but it was anything but reassuring. Before you could sprint off, one of them had already grabbed you by the arms, arms tightening around you as you continued to struggle.
Fear was evident in your eyes as tears started to prickle in them. This cannot be happening, you thought. You were a bit far from home so you couldn't scream for your lover because of the distance. You were now sobbing as the men took their time in touching you. Hands ripping off your shirt leaving you in your bra as well as your lover's boxers that you wore since you've used all of yours already.
You could feel their hands groping each part of your body before they finally decided to spread your legs. You were struggling to close it because multiple pair of hands were pinning you down to the ground next to a tall tree.
Sergei, that was the only thing you could think of.
Sergei, my love.
Sergei, please.
Save me.
"SERGEI!" You suddenly screamed out your lover's name making the men flinch from your voice.
"Fucking hellâthis bitch is so loud!"
"Scream all you want, love. But no one ain't gonna hear you here." They all laughed as you kept sobbing. Why must this happen? Your bra was long forgotten as you tried to get your hands free but alas you cannot. The man between your legs then lowered his head towards one of your breasts but before he could latch on it a loud thump interrupted them.
"You dare.." A deep voice growled out as the four men stopped what they were doing. They slowly looked up and saw a very muscular man that stalked over them. His eyes glowing in a yellow serpent like color, his forearms hardening, as well as a very dark and murderous look on his face. The man menacingly stalked towards them as the men were quick to scramble up to their feet fixing their clothes before sprinting out.
The man immediately chased them and since all four were running at the same direction, he jumped high and landed in front of them to stop them from escaping.
"You dare to break and enter my forest, not only that.." He continued his words from before. Grabbing one of them by the neck he tossed him to a tree, hard. Making a sickening crack to be heard in the air, causing the others to look at the man in fear.
"You hurt what is mine."
You woke up in a familiar room and the warmth surrounding your from the fireplace. You were confused, weren't you just in the forest taking a nightly stroll while your lover was busy?
Just then your head started to ache as you remembered what happened. You hugged yourself as you now began to sob quietly, you were harassed, sexually to the point that you were ripped off your clothing. It made you feel disgusted with yourself, what would Sergei think of you now?
Footsteps sounded from behind you as you continued to wrap your arms around yourself hoping to shield yourself from the exposure from the world. Hot steaming food was suddenly placed in front of you as you blinked from surprise before looking away, not wanting to consume any food.
"Eat." It was your lover. Sergei plopped down on the spot beside you taking the spoon topped with food from the plate before putting said plate on the drawer beside the bed. He grabbed you by the chin before gently forcing you to look in his direction. This gave you no choice but to eat the food on the spoon he held up.
This continued for a few moments until you finished your food. The silence was deafening and it bothered you but it seems like your lover doesn't see that.
"I'm sorry."
Sergei paused from cleaning up the table before looking at you, confusion evident in his eyes despite his face unchanging.
"Oâother men touched me..yâyou probably don't want a woman like me aâanymore. I mean, I wouldn't as well.." You coarsed out as tears began to fall from your eyes as you look down in shame. You couldn't look at him in the eyes, you were so ashamed of yourself, hell even disgusted. You felt so dirty as you could still feel those men's hands all over you, tongues licking your neck, fabric tearing away from your skin. It made you feel ill.
Suddenly your face was gently pulled up letting you make eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes that was in a fixed scowl but if you looked closely, it softened the moment you both made eye contact.
Sergei didn't know how to comfort you as growing up, all he knew was violence. But he did the only thing he knew he could do.
He kissed you.
"I'll make their hands disappear and make you remember mine, instead."
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Shadow gets captured by someone, is tested on and tortured. Sonic and gang try and rescue him. After they find him, Sonic panics because his boyfriend is near death.
Idk how to end this lol
Hello, Anon!
I'm going to assume you were the same anon from my previous prompt/ask? I sure hope so, 'cause as much as I love writing hurt Shadow, I only have one idea for this particular prompt, lol I hope you like it!~ P.S - I may have gone a little ham on the torture scenes? Uhm...not too descriptive, but enough, I think, so please be mindful of that.
Shadow groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness, his eyelids feeling heavy as he blinked groggily against the dim lighting in the room he was in. The heavy, sluggish feeling permeating his limbs was not one he was familiar with, as usually, if he was knocked out, his healing factor would kick into overdrive and fix most of what was ailing him. This time, however, something seemed to be off.
"Ah, you're awake."
With a disgruntled grunt, Shadow turned his gaze in the direction the voice had come from. An involuntary noise of surprise left him when he found Doctor Starline, of all people, stood before him.
"You were crushed to death," the disoriented hedgehog grumbled, squinting at the doctor, as if his eyes were deceiving him.
"So everyone thinks," Starline said with a shrug, wandering from the doorway he'd been stood in to stand in front of Shadow. It was then that the dark hedgehog got a proper good look at the doctor. A rather nasty looking scar ran from near his temple, down towards his jaw, while he visibly walked with a limp, and one shoulder didn't seem to sit quite right in its socket. The doctor smirked lightly at noticing Shadows scrutinizing stare, gesturing towards his injuries. "It's rather nasty, what being trapped under rubble will do to a person, isn't it?"
"Death would've suited you better," Shadow agreed, a sharp, dark grin of his own splitting his lips. For his trouble the doctor snarled, reaching forward to grab at the collar Shadow hadn't realized was secured around his neck. He choked as the doctor yanked him forward in the chair he'd only just realized he was strapped to, still a bit drowsy and unsure as to how the doctor was able to manhandle him so easily.
"Enjoy your little barbs while you can," Starline snapped, tugging the collar hard enough so Shadow visibly gagged, "I don't think you'll be so chatty once I've gotten started with you."
"And what is it you plan to do with me?" Shadow gasped once Starlin let him go and took a swift step back.
"Well," Starline hummed, suddenly sounding giddy, which set Shadow's quills on edge, "Finish the good Doctor Robotnik's work, of course."
"Ivo?" Shadow murmured, confused.
"What? No, no," Starline snorted, flipping on a few additional lights so the room was properly illuminated, "That fool doesn't have proper vision for this sort of work. He's too fixated on that damnable blue hedgehog and his robots." Starline chuckled as Shadow took in the medical equipment and monitors littered around the room. "No. Gerald Robotnik, of course."
"The professor was trying to find a cure for his granddaughter," Shadow snarled, yanking roughly against the bonds holding him down, anger spiking at the fact that they did not give way. He barred his fangs at Starline as the doctor chuckled at his struggle.
"True. But, his research has so many other applications. First, Ivo's additional notes about your Black Arms DNA sheds some fascinating light on your abilities. Add to that what Gerald was already experimenting with on the ARK, and you have so much hidden potential within you." Starline strode back over to Shadow, flicking the dark hedgehog in the nose with a smirk and simply chuckling at the low growl he received for it. "I plan to dig deep into that research and see what makes you tick."
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"Hey, have you seen Shadow?"
Tails glanced up from his work bench with a light frown. "No. Why?"
Sonic sighed, tapping his foot in irritation. "He was supposed to come by, like, half an hour ago. We were planning on going for a run, and then maybe grabbing lunch after."
"He's late for a date?" Tails teased, earning a light blush from his older brother.
"Shut up," Sonic grumbled, rubbing at his warm cheek.
Tails simply chuckled, going back to his work. "Relax. He probably got caught up doing something with Rouge, or called away by GUN for a mission."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Sonic sighed, pulling his phone from his quills, "He just usually texts me when he can't show up to somethingâŠ"
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The scream that rang through whatever base Starline had Shadow hidden away in was loud, and riddled with pain. It wasn't a sound that Shadow let lose willingly, either. The hybrid had discovered, once he'd managed to properly wake up and become a bit more lucid, Starline had added some sort of devices to his inhibitors that nearly cut him off entirely from his natural chaos energy. He could only assume that the collar around his neck added to their potency, or was some sort of separate contraption that weakened him on its own. Either way, with his new accessories, Shadow found he was at the doctors mercy, unable to even muster enough strength to break the leather straps binding him to his seat. As such, the doctor was taking full advantage, having attached little electrodes to various spots on Shadows body to "test his electrical resistance", according to the doctor.
Shadow was fully convinced that the doctor was just having fun torturing him while he was unable to defend himself.
"Interesting," the doctor hummed, scribbling down notes while leaving the little device that controlled the electrodes running at a low voltage, watching as Shadow's muscles twitched and convulsed involuntarily, while the dark hedgehog did his best not to bite his own tongue off.
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"Hey, Rouge!"
"Hello, Blue," Rouge replied with a smile, looking up from the magazine she was reading, "What can I do for you?" She was sat at a fancy little cafe, conveniently across the road from a jewelry store that Sonic had no doubt the bat was scoping out to rob. However, that really wasn't his concern at the moment.
"Just wondering if Shadow was called off to work on some secret GUN mission? We were supposed to go out a day or two ago, and I haven't heard from him. Normally he'd at least text me to let me know he wasn't going to be around for a few days," Sonic asked, leaning casually against the table, trying not to betray just how worried he really was.
"Hmm," Rouge hummed as she set aside her magazine. "Can't say I've heard from him, either, honestly. But, you know Shadow. Half the time when he does get called away I don't even know about it until he gets back. I'd say, give it at least a week before you start calling in the guard to find your lost boyfriend," she teased, offering Sonic a saucy little wink and chuckling at the flush that spread over Sonic's muzzle.
~
After three days (at least, Shadow thought it had been three days. There wasn't exactly a good way for him to tell time in the room he was trapped in), Starline had apparently gotten tired of Shadow's screaming and had stuffed a gag into his mouth. His mouth had long since gone dry, and his jaw ached from how it was being held open by the bit between his teeth. Starline seemed to find even that interesting, as he turned Shadow's head this way and that, scribbling down little notes and muttering to himself as he did.
Shadow became grateful for the gag as Starline finally brought out a set of scalpels and began to cut into and peel back the flesh of his arm. It gave him something to dig his teeth into as he tried to keep his mind off the way Starline dug his fingers into exposed muscle and garbled the rough screams that ripped apart his already shredded throat.
~
"Aw. Why so blue, Sonic?"
"Very funny, Knux."
The echidna chuckled as he strode over to Sonic, flopping onto the grass next to his mopey looking friend. "Couldn't not take the opportunity," Knuckled offered with a shrug, "Seriously, though. What's up? You don't normally visit on your own."
"Can't a guy want to visit his reclusive friend on his floating island without an ulterior motive?" Sonic scoffed, feigning a look of offense.
Knuckles simply raised an eyebrow at him, and Sonic immediately deflated.
"âŠShadow hasn't messaged me in a few days."
"Well, damn, guess we gotta call out the troops," Knuckles snorted, grinning at the sharp glare Sonic shot him. "C'mon, you know I'm teasing. Did you talk to Rouge?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"She said to wait at least a week before I get worried."
"Well, then?"
Sonic groaned, shoving himself to his feet. "I know! Why do you think I'm here? C'mon, spar with me. I gotta get my mind off of it. I don't like you being more level headed than me."
Knuckles chuckled, rising to his own feet with a smirk. "Okay. Just remember, you asked for this ass kicking."
~
Occasionally Starline would let Shadow rest. Sleep would claim him almost immediately, once whatever painful stimulus Starline was using on him was taken away. It was weird for Shadow who very rarely, if ever, truly felt the need to sleep. He certainly enjoyed curling up in his bed at the end of a long day, but it wasn't truly a necessity the way it was for others. But here, in the dank room he'd been trapped in for who knew how long, his body craved it to the point of nearly making him pass out even in the middle of whatever torture Starline had cooked up for him that day.
Generally, when Shadow passed out, his mind went blank, floating in a sea of dark oblivion. However, once in a while he would dream. He knew he had been dreaming, because when he woke he could vaguely recall the blurry images his mind conjured to try and comfort him. Most of which consisted of the color blue in various shades.
At one point, before he could fully pass out, Starline had ripped the gag from his mouth and dumped a glass of water down his throat, which had made him sputter and gag. The doctor had tsked at him and said some asinine comment about Shadow being a mess, which the hedgehog had let drift in one ear and out the other as he coughed red tinted water onto the doctors white jacket. He grinned at the repulsed look Starline had shot him, before the gag was unceremoniously shoved back into his mouth.
Blissfully, the doctor let him pass out for what had to have been at least a few hours after that.
~
"I brought you some cupcakes, Sonic!"
Sonic offered Amy a smile, taking the little box of baked goods from his friend. "Thanks, Ams. I assume you heard through the grapevine that I've been a bit on edge."
"Tails might've mentioned to me that you've been worried about Shadow," Amy conceded, sitting at the kitchen table. "Did you want to talk about it?"
Sonic sighed, flopping into a chair across from Amy and digging into the box to pull out a bright pink cupcake. "It's dumb."
"It's not, if you're worried."
"Do I even need to be worried?" Sonic peeled away the paper wrapper on the base of the cupcake, "Shadow's a big hedgehog. He can take care of himself. I know he can handle pretty much anything, and he's gone off the radar for weeks at a time before."
"âŠBut?" Amy prompted, watching Sonic unceremoniously shove the entire cupcake into his mouth with a slight grimace.
"But," Sonic echoed around his mouthful of cupcake, pausing to take a moment to chew and swallow before he continued, "Something about this time just feelsâŠdifferent. Like something is off."
"Well, speaking from experience in listening to your gut feelings, maybe something is up. I know everyone else has told you not to worry, but would it really hurt to have Tails run a quick scan to see where Shadow is? His phone has a tracker in it, doesn't it? If he's in an area you know GUN is working, then there really is nothing to worry about," Amy offered, holding a napkin out to Sonic.
"Thanks, Ams," Sonic said with a smile, taking the napkin to wipe icing off his muzzle, "You always know just what I need to hear."
~
Shadow didn't know when Starline had moved him from the chair to an examination table, but the very idea that he had been so out of it to not notice such a drastic move was worrying to him. His mind was becoming more muddled the longer he was trapped here, and he could barely feel his extremities anymore from how numb they'd become over time. Slowly, the thought that he might die in this dingy room crept into his mind.
When Starline appeared next to the examination table in a full doctors smock and facemask with a scalpel in hand, the thought slammed into the forefront of his mind like a freight train. He struggled weakly against his bonds as the doctor lowered the scalpel towards his abdomen, his mind screaming at him that he couldn't succumb to such a fate. He couldn't let this crazed asshole pull him apart and kill him in such an undignified way. Maria would be so disappointed in him. Sonic would never know what happened. He'd think Shadow had abandoned him.
"Enough of that," Starline snarled, lifting the scalpel, only to stab it viciously into Shadows bicep for his effort, the dark hedgehog letting a garbled wail of pain out around his gag. Starline left the little makeshift dagger in his arm and grabbed another, before proceeding to cut into Shadow's belly.
The pain pulled Shadow into oblivion, his tired and damaged body unable to keep his mind awake as Starline began to poke around in his guts.
~
"IâŠI can't find him," Tails admitted after his tracking program ran for the fifth time. Sonic growled lowly behind him, while Amy let out a distressed little noise.
"Scour every known Eggman base for any trace of him. I'm going to call Commander Tower," Sonic snapped, suddenly wishing he'd listened to his gut sooner. Or, at the very least, spoken to Amy first.
"He could be on a blackout mission," Tails offered, turning to watch as Sonic walked out of his work room.
"That's why I'm going to call the Commander," Sonic ground out, pausing in the doorway, "Please, Tails. Look at the bases. Something isn't right. I can feel it."
~
"Wake up."
Shadow groaned as he owlishly blinked open his eyes, squinting against the light that was shoved in his face. He made an inquisitive noise as Starline moved the light away, his mask tugged down to show a rather unhinged grin. Shadow frowned as much as he could around the gag in his mouth as Starline brandished something at him, the doctors hand dripping red.
It took far too long for Shadow's sluggish brain to realize Starline was holding one of the hybrids organs in his hand, still connected to the hedgehog, but only just barely. He couldn't really tell which it was with the way his vision was turning dark around the edges and his eyes were having trouble focusing. Shadow made a wounded noise as Starline squeezed it gently.
"Isn't this fascinating?" Starline asked, sounding borderline manic, "You're still alive and conscious with your organs being removed. True enough that they're still functionally attached, but the implications!" He let out a crazed little laugh, setting the organ to the side. "I can see why Doctor Robotnik thought you were the key to immortality. Your body's ability to heal and maintain functionality is incredible."
Shadow let out a weak growl at the way Starline spoke and got into his face, not in the least bit regretful as the doctor moved back to twist the scalpel he'd stabbed into his arm previously. At least Starline wasn't in his face anymore.
~
"We found him!"
"How long will it take to get a task force put together?"
"How did Starline survive?!"
"Move it!"
Sonic's quills bristled at the commotion around him, his friends and GUN agents alike running around behind him. But his focus was solely on one thing - the tiny dot on the screen telling him exactly where Shadow was.
A harsh burst of wind and a blur of blue whipped through the room as Sonic took off, ignoring the shouts called after him to wait until the others had a plan of attack.
He had a plan. Attack.
~
The next time Shadow woke, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Starline had the decency to put his organs back inside him, even if he could still tell that his torso was split open and on display to the world. He figured that the damp feeling on the table that had soaked into his fur was likely blood. He wondered idly how much longer he could survive without food or water, with the wounds he'd been sustaining, when he had barely a trickle of chaos energy flowing into his body.
Perhaps he truly would die in this room. At least he'd get to see Maria and Gerald again. That would be nice. Though, he was sorry he'd never get to explain to Sonic that he hadn't meant to abandon him. He'd actually been looking forward to their stupid little date of a race and chili dogs. That conversation seemed like so long ago, now. Sonic had been bouncing on his toes as he'd proposed his idea to Shadow, a bashful little blush on his muzzle, despite the fact that it was no different than any other time they had spent time together. Shadow had found it stupidly endearing.
He choked quietly around his gag as he felt tears build up in his eyes. For everything that Starline had done to him, he'd not cried. But, the thought of disappointing Sonic, of not getting to speak to him again, had finally brought him to tears. He tried to hold them back, not wanting to give the doctor the satisfaction of seeing him cry, but the tears dripped down his temples unbidden as he stared forlornly up at the ceiling.
The tears, however, came to an abrupt stop as an explosion sounded somewhere in the distance, but close enough that the room shook. Shadow gasped as a heart monitor near the table he was strapped to crashed to the floor, wide eyes trained on the door. There were only two things that an explosion like that could be; Starline fucking up another experiment somewhere in the hell hole Shadow was trapped in, or a rescue team. Shadow desperately hoped it was a rescue team.
The door to the room burst open not a moment later, Starline looking haggard and frenzied as he stumbled into the room. Shadow watched him in trepidation as the doctor raced around the room as quickly as his limp would let him, gathering notebooks and loose papers. Shadow could hear him muttering to himself as he stuffed everything he gathered into a bag, his gaze finally landing on Shadow as he turned to leave the room. Shadow squirmed against the bonds holding him down as Starline stalked towards him, his body still too weak and damaged to break free. His heart began to beat wildly as Starline snatched up another scalpel, his sluggish mind idly wondering if Starline could see just how quickly his heart was pumping with his chest splayed open as it was.
Shadow could tell Starline was saying something, though whether it was supposed to be directly at him or to himself he had no idea, the words fading into a buzz in his ears. His focus had zeroed in on the scalpel as Starline raised it above his head, obviously planning to stab Shadow to death with the tiny implement. The urge to shut his eyes was strong, but Shadow wanted to stare death in the eye as it came for him. He let out a low snarl as the scalpel came down towards him, only to blink in surprise as Starline disappeared from his view and a blue blur raced passed him.
Sonic.
Shadow squirmed weakly against his bonds, his ears swiveling towards the sound of something smashing in the room and the soft sound of shattered glass raining down on the floor. He could hear Sonic growling, which, even in the most dire of situations Shadow had never heard before. Starline screamed something, with only the sound of more equipment in the room being destroyed answering him. He tried to turn his head, only to wince at the pain that caused, and looked back towards the ceiling. Apparently, at some point, Starline had sliced into Shadow's neck around his collar, most likely when he'd been passed out.
His ears perked as Starline screamed again, though it was abruptly cut off, followed by the doctor flying across the room, back into Shadows line of sight, and smashing into a shelf of random equipment. He slumped to the ground, obviously knocked out from the impact. Shadow let out a vindictive little growl at the sight, pleased as punch that Sonic blatantly didn't go easy on Starline, if the smattering of red, weeping wounds on the doctor was anything to go by. He jerked as Sonic strode into view, wriggling against his bonds as an uncharacteristic whine left him, finally catching the blue hedgehogs attention.
"Shadow!" Sonic gasped, racing to the table to immediately begin working on untying Shadows bonds. "What did he do to you?! Chaos," he muttered, staunchly ignoring the fact that he could see inside his partner.
Once one of Shadows hands was free he weakly lifted it to his mouth to rip the gag away from his mouth, working his sore jaw with a low groan. "He wanted to see what made me 'tick'," Shadow finally croaked, his throat revolting against the simple sentence. It felt like Starline had stuffed it full of razorblades. Maybe he had.
"That's not funny, Shadow," Sonic growled, finishing off with freeing Shadow's feet. He dared not move the hybrid until the GUN unit finally arrived. He was fairly certain that if Shadow even sat up right now his guts would go spilling across the floor. He moved back up the table, trying his best to focus on his partners face, and not the horrific evidence of what had happened to him over the last five days. He let a shaky hand slowly card through Shadow's quills - one of the only parts of his body not soaked in blood. He heaved a heavy breath, fighting back tears as they gathered in his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
"What for?" Shadow asked, tugging idly at the collar still wrapped around his neck. He wanted to rip it off, but without knowing exactly how it was effecting his body, he dared not, given how close he believed he probably was to death at the moment.
"For not coming sooner," Sonic gasped, ducking his head as the tears forced their way down his cheeks. "When you didn't show up for our date, or even text, I thought something might be wrong. But everyone told me to wait. That it wasn't unusual for you to drop off the radar without notice. I should've listened to my gut. I should've looked for you sooner."
"Hush," Shadow murmured, hating how his hand trembled as he lifted it to brush against Sonic's face, frowning as it smeared blood across a peach cheek. "S'not your fault," he sighed, swallowing against the dryness in his throat, only to cough quietly after doing so and wincing at the pain that shot through his abdomen from the action. He wheezed and Sonic panicked, clutching at Shadow's hand with wide, teary eyes.
"The rest of the team should be here soon, then we'll get you to a hospital," Sonic reassured, "You'll be okay."
"I know," Shadow hummed, he ear swiveling towards the doorway at the tell tale sound of boots running down a hallway. GUN had arrived.
~
The path to healing was a slow one that drove Shadow insane.
He'd been taken away to a GUN facility to be patched up, and for his recovery regime. Sonic had nearly been barred from visiting, only for Rouge to point out that she or Omega would just sneak him in if GUN didn't allow him clearance. Thus, Commander Tower gave Sonic a special clearance card that would allow him to the medical wing, much to the blue hedgehogs delight. Shadow had no doubt that Sonic was going to use the card to get into much more than the medical wing while he was in recovery.
Stitches were not an experience that Shadow was especially fond of, however the GUN doctor who had patched him up had been worried that putting him under anesthesia while working on him might just finish him off, so he'd been awake during the entire ordeal of having his abdomen stitched closed. Truly, he felt like a cadaver, with the borderline y-incision stitches the doctor had done on him. Sonic had made an mindless comment about how at least Starline had cut him open underneath his chest fluff, so that was mostly undamaged. The distasteful joke had made Shadow laugh, and his laugh had eased a little bit of the stress that had made itself home on Sonic's face, much to his relief.
The inhibitor ring adjustments were the worst parts of what Starline had done to him, in Shadow's opinion. He had used Gerald and Ivo's research notes to create the little add-ons, and they had screwed with his chaos energy enough that they had to be removed one at a time over a lengthy period of time, otherwise his body may go haywire and shut down at the sheer amount of energy that normally occupied it. Luckily, however, the collar was able to be removed right away. It's only purpose appeared to be to physically weaken Shadow, since a lack of chaos energy would only slow him down.
Meanwhile, Starline had been locked up in the deepest, darkest cell that GUN unofficially had. For once, when Shadow made an off-color joke about burying Starline alive, Sonic stayed silent, instead of his usual quip about how everyone should have the opportunity to be free. He'd simply squeezed Shadow's hand gently and stared off into space. Perhaps, just this once, Sonic had changed his mind about the possibility of redemption.
And that was what was slowly, truly driving Shadow insane. Sonic had become quiet since the whole ordeal. He stuck close by Shadow's side during his physiotherapy, offering quiet little comments of encouragement, and he would tell Shadow about his day and read to him while he was trapped in the hospital bed. However, gone were his boisterous declarations of adventure and sarcastic little remarks about the people he came across during his day to day activities. It was like the light in Sonic's soul had been snuffed out while Shadow had been detained.
One day, Shadow had simply had enough.
"I'm not dead, you know."
"âŠwhat?" Sonic stopped in his explanation of the latest project Tails was working on while the two of them sat in the GUN cafeteria after one of Shadow's physio appointments.
"I'm not dead. I didn't die. You're talking to me like you would speak to a grave."
Sonic blinked in surprise, sitting back and up at the table, quickly shaking his head. "No I'm not."
"You are. You're speaking to me the way I speak to Maria about my day. You're soft and somber, and it's driving me nuts." Shadow was never really one to mince words, especially not when speaking to Sonic.
"IâŠI'm sorry?" Sonic looked genuinely confused, his hands falling into his lap, "I didn't realizeâŠ"
"I know what you saw was a lot. And I am sorry that you had to see it at all. But it wasn't your fault, and I survived. I need you to be boisterous, and loud, and annoying. I need you to be you, Sonic. I need you to run amok through some top secret area of the base and bring me back a pen from Commander Tower's office, just because you know it will annoy him. I need you to bring a stack of comics into my room and leave them scattered everywhere because you're too excited to finish reading an issue before you move on to the next, while trying to explain the ridiculous plot to me. PleaseâŠI feel like Starline killed you when he was trying to kill me."
"Shadow," Sonic breathed, reaching across the table to gently take the hybrids hands into his. "I'm sorry. I justâŠWhen I saw you on that table, I really thought I was going to lose you. I guess I still feel like you could slip through my fingers if I hold on too tight."
"Once the last inhibitor is fixed, you can hold on as tight as you want," Shadow soothed, brushing his thumbs across the back of Sonic's hands, "Moderate pressure can currently be handled at this time."
Sonic snorted at Shadow's deadpan joke, a short peel of laughter escaping him as the hybrid offered him a short, lopsided smile.
"There you are."
Sonic sighed and brought one of Shadow's hands up to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of it. "Well thenâŠI hope you're prepared for me to go full koala once you're all better."
"I don't think I'd have it any other way."
#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sonadow#sonic fanfiction#doctor starline#things that i wrote#tw: violence#tw: blood#fic prompt
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I know you've been going through some GL/yuri manga and shows (I think?) and I was wondering if there's any you'd recommend!
I haven't watched as many shows yet, something I definitely need to do more of.
I would recommend both seasons of She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat and the manga as well. Two woman who are neighbors bonding over food and they eventually become something more too. Also ace and aro representation as well.
Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko just ended today and would recommend the manga for it as well. Two clueless lesbians is the best way to describe this one.
I've read more manga so some more recommendations there
- Run Away With Me Girl by Battan. This does have one of the leads in an abusive relationship with a man but she does get a happy out come for her in the end.
-Hello Melancholic by Ohsawa Yayoi. A shy and awkward teenager joins a all girl band.
- Love My Life by Ebine Yamaji. This has a movie too I still need to watch.
- Lonely Wolf, Lonely Sheep by Mizutani Fuka
- Donuts Under A Crescent Moon by Usui Shio. Ace Lesbians as well.
- The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All by Arai Sumiko. Slow burn between two teenagers and the art is unique and green.
- Black and White - Tough Love at the Office by Sal Jiang. Same author as Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko. Toxic relationship as a warning
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Hi! I'm doing my own Clangen and there's periods of long inactivity, where nothing happens at all. Have you dealt with that? How do you fill it?
I haven't had too many inactive moons yet, but I have had a few where there's no/very little inactivity, moon 9 being the biggest example of it lol (literally nothing happened at all). When it does happen though, I try defaulting to their relationships with each other and their little uh. personal status blurb under their name? If you can call it that, but I kinda just take it as a bit of free lore/story building time where I get to choose a bit more of what I want them to be doing!
I mean tbh you can go pretty crazy with some of the smallest little things it gives you sometimes. It can be kinda stressful to see "Nothing interesting happened this moon" but the little flavor text and relationship tab can be used as GREAT inspo when you really need it (if coyoteclan was more Rufus-central I could use this to show off how he got where he is)
alternatively you could totally use the longer stretches for world building! Show off some of the territory, maybe your cats have a little quirk to the way they do things that you haven't been able to show off yet. Have something from a previous moon you didn't feel like putting in at the time? Could be great backup content for an empty moon!
And if absolutely nothing happens at ALL for a long while? try skipping a few more moons ahead until you hit something and use that to figure out what your cat's might've done during the quiet!
#asks#anon#I hope this is helpful lol#funnily enough I just started a new test clan and the first moon has nothing happen lmaO so I at least am a little prepared to answer this#also ignore the fact that I used Rufus as an example lol I was too lazy to switch back to coyoteclan and his thing was fitting#I wish you the best of luck!!! if you ever need help never be afraid to ask!!
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You know for a fact that with different match-ups the semi finalists would have been Aragorn x Arwen, Doctor x Rose, Gomez x Morticia, and Westley x Buttercup. The fact that you've already pitted them against eachother in and before the quarter finals feels like a rigged bracket...
i wanted to see tenrose and westercup die. is that what you want me to say? i wanted to string tenrose and westercup shippers along and lead them like lambs to their elimination slaughter. i was the puppetmaster controlling the strings behind the arawen tenrose neck and neck battle and i knew the whole time that arawen would come out on top. is that the confession you're looking for? what do you want man we're just some funny little guys running a silly little ship bracket and we're about to go on vacation; do you really think we have the time or intimate knowledge of human behavior and fandom popularity to rig a poll on purpose? c'mon.
#asks#also this doesn't give enough credit to fans of lesser known ships who campaigned & spread the word to get votes#soriel & blupjeans shippers i'm looking at you <3#also btw in case it wasn't clear. did not rig the polls#if i was going to sacrifice my integrity it would have to be WAY funnier than what this anon has beef with#also shoutout specifically to the arawen shipper who linked the arawen vs tenrose poll to a whole ass lotr discord#pure comedy watching the fluctuation in the final hours.#sorry to tenrose and westercup though :( good night sweet prince etc#i hope you guys are all having fun still even when your faves lose <3 you can start revenge campaigns or something
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I have a genuine question and it's not meant to be rude, how can you be trans and non-binary at the same time? Just curious.
Okay this isn't the type of ask I usually get or the type of ask I usually answer but I have gotten this exact question from like relatives and such so I'm gonna assume you are in fact being truthful and this is a genuine question you're look for education on.
It's a simple answer really too. Trans is an umbrella term that includes anyone who doesn't identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. This includes anyone who is a binary trans man or woman, and anyone who falls outside of the binary (ie. Nonbinary people).
So for me I've always considered myself trans first and nonbinary second. I honestly describe myself as trans with they/them pronouns far more often then I straight up say I'm nonbinary. That's more a personal preference than anything though, I just don't like microlabeling myself. Hence why my bio just says trans and queer even though you may see me talk in more depth about my identity elsewhere.
#atlas speaks#hope that was a clear and concise enough answer for you anon#also though. i am not an educational resource. I'm just some guy. so like. if you start sending me a bunch of asks about this stuff#do not expect to recieve answers lol#not exactly the way I'm looking to spend my time on here
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Hey!! I just wanted to say thanks for all your hard work <3<3
I had been a little down when it came to creating more content or being involved in Zukka side of the fandom but seeing your update reminded me to just have fun. And okay this is going to sound bad but I swear I mean this as a compliment; I thought I was wasting my time working for months and years on the stuff I made, but then I realized your fic series brings me so much joy and I'd never, ever judge you for the amount of effort you put into your writing. Seeing it's actually inspiring, to see that someone holds that much passion and creativity and you are sharing it all for FREE. That a person could take all this time to intricately weave together a story, create memorable OCs, breathe new life and make the ATLA world so much bigger than it ever was in canon.
So thanks for accidentally giving me a kick in the butt to stop being judgy about my own work and making me realize you and every fan creator is AWESOME.
I hope you have a wonderful day, your writing is a blessing.
awwww I wanted to say thank you for sending me this ask! I know itâs not easy to put yourself out there, even on anon, so I think itâs cool you felt confident enough to come here and tell me about how youâre feeling.
I don;t think what youâre saying is bad at all haha, because honestly, I feel the same way. I canât tell you how many times Iâve wondered why the fuck am I still doing this? Whatâs the point? Do people even still care? What if itâs not good enough? What if people discover I have no fucking idea what Iâm doing? Why am i spending so much of my time and effort doing this?? I mean⊠the self doubt is super real, and shiiiiiit let me discover one person that feeds into my self doubt and Iâm full on spiraling haha. (Be nice to creators damn it! we are doing our damn best lol)
Iâm really glad you think my fic is awesome, and if it werenât people like you reminding me, I probably would have given up a long time ago haha. I do give my fic a lot of effort, and I hope you continue to give your creations the same amount of love and effort! Iâm sure youâre amazing, and seriously donât give up! I care about your creations and if I donât get to stop neither do you! WOHOOO!!
Thanks for the ask anon sorry it took me so long to answer
#I am the kind of person who is like AWWWW NO ASKSâŠ#then I get an ask and Iâm like YAY ASK!!!#& then I;m like OH NO HOW DO I ANSWER THIS ASK!?!?!?#but then if I donât get an ask in a while I assume everyone hates me and then the cycle starts over again when I get another ask#but seriously anon DONâT STOP CREATING!!!!!#I wish the voices in our head werenât constantly trying to discredit us#I also think the pressure we put on ourselves to be good enough is fucking dumb#like who cares if people like reblog comment kudo all that stuff#but ugh we all care so much#I love that you see all my passion and creativity in LIAB because I do put a lot of effort into that stupid fic#and yeah it stresses me out but when I see that it brings people joy and its worth it#& its not even that itâs stressful to write#I fucking love writing it#but yeah donât think youâre alone with the âwhatâs the pointâ thoughts#Iâm sure weâve all been there#at least I know I have been there#and kind of still am in there hahaha#thanks for this ask anon I hope I didnât ramble too much#I hope you show me when you create something new! Iâd love to see it#LIAB#ask
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Lynnie herself is a rockstar. Her life has been so interesting, her career is pretty trailblazing in writing for theater and television - on purpose, she realized she had to write the roles she wanted to play, roles that didn't exist back then - and in her personal life she does wonderful advocacy work and foster care work. She's just a very nice lady. I'm still hunting down files I have saved from years ago but I did find an interview where she said Bea smiled watching tape of her first ep as youngDorothy, and that she thinks Bea knew the reverence she held her in (exact words) and that she always felt Bea was very kind and supportive of her. she also said "let's face it, no matter how old you are if you're a petite blonde people think you're adorable and cute, it's a lot easier in the world than if you're a tall dark girl and someone you have to get to know to not be threatened by" which is a very astute observation as to how Bea was and still is treated compared to certain other people. I've got to travel this week and I've abused your inbox enough but if I find anything else relevant I might come back in a few weeks. happy to have made people happy.
Oh, absolutely!! We've spent some words on her acting so far, but I know she was also a prolific writer and producer. What a queen!! And on top of that wonderful career, she's also a great person in her private life?!? I'm not surprised (kind of gathered it from all we talked about so far!), but still!! Rockstar is the perfect definition!!! Wow!!!
Also not surprised that Bea was kind and supportive of her -- everything I've found out about Bea points to the fact that she was a genuinely sweet, lovely person. It's wonderful that she got to work with someone who admired her so much!! She really deserved all the love and admiration in the world!
I agree. That's a very poignant observation on her part -- especially that 'someone you have to get to know not to be threatened by'. So many people seem to think of Bea as this brash, overbearing commanding type, and she certainly could be, on stage -- but from what I've read, in her private life she was shy and introverted and just a big sweetheart. And I agree that a big part of this disconnect is due to how she appeared to people! I love them both, but the difference in treatment between her and Betty White alone is proof that one's appearance can influence people's opinions much more than we like to admit.
Anon, have a safe trip, and thank you once again for everything you've told me!! Feel free to come back whenever you want! You've really made my month (and, judging from the reblogs, I'm not the only one!!). Thank you so much!
#what an incredible person!! i'm so happy to know more about her now!!!!#idk if i'll ever get to meet her but if i do i'll probably be a bumbling mess lmao. i am in awe!!!#that observation about how beauty stereotypes play into the way people perceive you is very poignant. i've read somewhere that#bea suffered people's perception of her and that she was really very shy#so i hope she was surrounded by people who knew how sweet she actually was!#to be clear: this is not a read on betty white. she was a sweetheart too!! an absolutely delightful person!!!#but it's clear that people find it *easier* to believe she was than they do bea#because she was short and (fake) blonde#and i mean. this kind of stereotype has gradually gone out of fashion in the last couple of decades#but i remember feeling very out of place as a child because i was taller than all my peers and had a serious face#so i can't imagine how much sharper the stereotype must have been back when bea first started acting#anon. i seriously cannot thank you enough for all this. that you took the time to write this down and share it with me (and all of us)!#it's really special to me. thank you!!! you're a rockstar too!!#and have a safe trip!#the golden girls#bea arthur#lynnie greene#ask
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hi kasia! I know youâre very busy with the apartment remodeling (I hope thatâs going well!! Or not awful at least) but I was wondering if you had any recommendations for places to visit in Poland? Iâm visiting one of my friends in Krakow but Iâll have a few extra days to myself so I wanted to see if you had any recs :) thank you!
hi anon! i hope this isn't too late đđ»ââïžđ i apologise for not having had the time to respond earlier!!! unfortch i AM very busy these days ):
but ANYWAY. if it's just a few days, i'd recommend sticking to KrakĂłw or taking a train ride to either the mountains (Zakopane, for example, which is super touristsy, but probably also the easiest to navigate as a foreigner) or Warsaw. keep in mind though (bc idk when you'll be here) that October 31 and November the 1st and then November the 11th are public holidays in Poland (the first two religious, and the latter is Independence Day, def avoid Warsaw around then) and the trains and roads will be super crowded.
i'm only going to stick to KrakĂłw i apologise but i'm sure your friend is gonna help out a lot with recs as well! and Warsaw most certainly has a great web presence for touristsy spots, but if you need me to at list some bigger museums or etc. at least, let me know. LASTLY, i'm about to copy paste recs i gave to another mutual a few months back, so - Steph, if you're seeing this, i hope you don't mind! đ©·
first things first, jakdojade.pl (either the app version, or just www.jakdojade.pl opened via the browser app) is a super handy website that shows you how to get from point A to point B, which buses/tram lines to take, etc. there are some major road renovations taking place right now around the Most DÄbnicki area (near the Wawel castle), so please keep that in mind! not sure about the tram lines around the Main Train Station as well. đ€ i think there were plans to renovate the Lubicz line, but i don't remember when. :(
KrakĂłw is great for sightseeing, because it's quite densely built, so you can see a lot of landmarks just by walking around on foot in the Old City area! the Old City is situated like 7 mins from the main train station. in the Main Square area, the Mariacki church with an altar of a famous polish artist Wit Stwosz is definitely worth seeing, as well as Sukiennice (the building right in the center of the Square) with its underground museum.
near the Main Square, there's a gallery of modern art called Bunkier Sztuki, address: Rynek GĆĂłwny (Main Square) 20, 31-008 KrakĂłw. i haven't been there in a few years so i'm actually not sure what the current exhibits in there are and if they're worth seeing, but hopefully they are!
there's Muzeum KsiÄ
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t Czartoryskich on Ćw. Jana street 19, 31-017 KrakĂłw which used to host Da Vinci's The Lady with an Ermine, but i think it's currently on loan for some museum in Warsaw? it was actually transferred to the National Museum of/in KrakĂłw earlier this year, but google is being confusing, so i'm not sure if it's currently there or in warsaw đ€ the National Museum is another place you might potentially want to visit: Muzeum Narodowe w Krakowie, al. 3 Maja 1 street.
there's obviously the Wawel Castle, the historic residence of Polish kings, as KrakĂłw used to be Poland's capital before Warsaw. i haven't been inside in years, but it's probably still worth it! and even if you don't wanna/decide to go inside, you might want to just stroll around the castle grounds. Wawel is right in the city centre as well, so it's another one of those KrakĂłw's staples you can go to by foot!
around the Main Square, there are several "famous" streets with quirky cafes and shops you can visit. and even if you don't go inside, you can just stroll down those streets to get a feel of the city. for example the FloriaĆska street, Grodzka street, saint Jan or saint Tomasz streets, the Bracka street. no matter which one of these you decide to take from the Main Square, you'll be getting that KrakĂłw experience :)
then there's the historic Jewish district of KrakĂłw called Kazimierz. on one hand, packed with difficult history, on the other, it's become the most hip part of the city! again, loads of famous cafes, pubs, and shops are situated there, some festivals take place there, and so on. you can just stroll around the district, and then visit the Mocak gallery of contemporary art, for example! https://en.mocak.pl/ , address 4 Lipowa St 30-702 KrakĂłw.
just like with Bunkier Sztuki, i haven't seen the current exhibits there, so idk if they're any good, but i personally like Mocak, and you might like it as well! it's at the edge of the Kazimierz district, and the Kazimierz district is right next to the Old City district. you can go from Old City to Kazimierz on foot or take a few quick tram stops.
https://duze-podroze.pl/krakow-kazimierz/
this site is in Polish, but you can take a look at the bolded names and pics - it's a handy guide re: what to look for when you're strolling around in Kazimierz. there are jewish cemeteries, synagogues, the BoĆŒe CiaĆo church, the Wolnica square with Muzeum Etnograficzne (etnographic museum) on it... (https://etnomuzeum.eu/ , the site has an english version that i can't link to directly for some reason). loads of places to see even if you want to just look at them from an outside, you know?
some other places potentially worth checking out: Jagiellonian University's botanical gardens, address MikoĆaja Kopernika 27, 31-501 KrakĂłw.
then there are three locations of the Museum of photography in KrakĂłw BUT i'm gonna come clean and admit i still haven't visited any ajdjd đđ»ââïž so idk if they're any good, and also they don't seem to have english versions of their websites? unless my phone is failing me. but street addresses are: Rakowicka 22A, JĂłzefitĂłw 16, KrĂłlowej Jadwigi 220.
tl;dr sticking to KrakĂłw is a great idea for a short stay, because you can concentrate on only two districts (Old City/Main Square + Kazimierz), and there'll be PLENTY to see, and you can reach those places by foot or via short tram rides! if you're thinking about taking some trips in the MaĆopolskie voivodeship where KrakĂłw is situated, there's the historic Wieliczka saltmine which is pretty famous: https://www.wieliczka-saltmine.com/ but you'd need winter clothes for that underground trip. you can reach Wieliczka by regular city buses, which is great.
then there's obviously OĆwiÄcim known as Auschwitz-Birkenau, but that one would be heavy, and it'd take probably at least a half of your day: https://www.auschwitz.org/en/visiting/ as it's further from KrakĂłw than Wieliczka.
please remember that the opening hours tend to be 9 am - 6 pm in most places, sometimes even shorter one day a week (sunday or monday or tuesday, typically), or some of them might be closed one day a week. so always remember to check them beforehand! it's also always worth checking if any place has any dedicated day where they offer a free pass or a discount too, you should find that info on their websites.
some places to eat in you might want to check out, although again, i'm sure your friend will be helping out with these as well: Zapiekanki in okrÄ
glak (legendary, mandatory spot!), Nolio, Hamsa, Akita Ramen, Boccanera ristorante pizzeria, trattoria la campania, ima sushi, Sushi Royal, Viale Verde, Restaurant Martello, Sushi 77, Restauracja Bianka, Chinkalnia Restauracja Gruzinska, Hospudka u Nas
aaand that's all from me, sorry i didn't have the time for more! đ©· HOPE U ENJOY YOUR STAY!!!!!!!!
#can someone PLEASE remind me how to make a cut on mobile rip i promise i'll hide this wall of text#also TY anon for asking about remodelling it's so sweet âŁïžđ„č#it actually hasn't started yet the plan is to begin in about 2-3 weeks but yeah this year has been fucking Exhausting to me#haven't even gone on vacation this year and most of my weekends and free days have been dedicated to that flat and all the fucking paperwork#related with having inherited it and applying for a mortgage to renovate it and Many More#in short: Hell#but ANYWAY enough of that. hope you enjoy your stay!!! sorry this couldn't be longer or more detailed!#krakĂłw#long post#anonymous#a response
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Take your time, don't stress yourself! Take care of yourself, and don't force yourself to make something. Look after yourself :)
Thank you so very much for the kind words, anon. Kinda needed it today :â)
#asks#Anonymous#life has been difficult but lds and ppl like you make it better!!#also very thankful for ppl who liked my writing enough to send in requests hehe#still fairly new to this fandom and ive been having a blast with this game and coming back to writing after a long break#i think work has conditioned me to want to churn things within 2 days tops#bc work is just never done fast enough from my clientsâ pov#so thank you anon for the reminder to just breathe#i really really appreciate you! :))#and to anyone else whos reading this ramble in the tags i hope you have a fantastic start to the new week#and the best of luck on your wish pulling hehehe
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