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that feeling of invisibility is so horrible
#like i am a whole entire person why must i hide and take care to conceal certain parts of myself#to be accepted by my OWN communities liek#sometimes i really wish it didnt intersect like this all discussions about everything feel so personal and like an attack on literally#my existence itself#sometimes i wish it was easier#sometimes i wish i was just gay or just white or just trans or just an immigrant or just a girl#or none of those at all to anyone#just one thing like pick a fucking struggle for the love of god#but no#i must hide i must conceal#camouflage when in certain parts of the city#suppress when discussions arise#showing myself completely literally feels like exebitionism with certain people#the worst part is that its just because im too weak to take the abuse#i could just authentically be myself and die but nooo i wanna live and have friends and be accepted by my muslim family#and i love talking to queers and i enjoy long talks with old white people and i love my immegrant friends like whyyyyy whyy do i have to be#multifaceted multicultural multi identified i literally am bursting w myslef#me soup#whatever
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EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW
EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#the teru & reigen virus can attack at any time.#over the most miniscule things at that.#IVE CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY OF THEM BOTH LIKING IT BEFORE. BECAUSE OF REIGENâS. TASTE IN MOVIES#BUT. AHHHHH!!!!! HAHGHHHGHG!!!!!!!!!!!#its REAL#teru finding reigenâs fdp poster. barely restraining his overjoyed wonder that someone else enjoys something niche he enjoys#teru in his most normalest voice ever: oh wow you like this movie too? what a coincidence! [jittering so bad he might burst]#the teru&reigen movie lineup must he INSANE#be*#i need to make a fic right now (is about to go to sleep)#the possibilities. (<-is insane and crazy and insatiable)#flashback to the flying dead pig comic. tear streaks down cheek#I COULD SENSE THE ENERGY FROM A MILE AWAY. CANNOT HIDE FROM ME#i think reigen would enjoy having someone to talk crappy movies with. but teru would genuinely love them i think so reigen would have to#tread lightly while speaking about them#reigen: yeah the direction in this movie was totally messy#teru concealing biggest saddest frown ever: it is just creative. you dont know a goddamn thing#reigen would not hide his truths [emoji] but he would pity the boy#teru&reigen seventeen hour discussion about old obscure movies (NO SURVIVORS RITSU CAUGHT IN THE BLAST AND KILLED)#im sick#i also love how this trivia is worded. its very deliberate if you get what i mean#â[muttering out of side of mouth] also..if you didnt knowâŚ..â#its a fun piece of factoid to share. and i. i really. im im teally. i jsut . i am telaly gals thhat they worded it aaid ltit like thaey did.#THIS IS SUXH NOTHINGBURGER. IM SORRY#dude this is why i have the teru reigen family album. im desperate for the smallest of morsels. just a CRUMBBB PLEAAASE#GHHAHAHEHEHAJA !!!!! HHHRHEGEGAHAHS S AAWWHHHH AHHHHBABHAHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH!!! RRRRAGHSHHAAAGAGEGGEHHRHRH#mob psycho 100#mp100#teruki hanazawa#reigen arataka
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no but really it's funny sam thinks dean is john 2.0 when s1 dean is just. content to take on random cases and help save some people and is trying to do some good w/ the hand he's been dealt and isn't all that interested in his father's revenge quest and up until then has always had to play the mediator and swallow down his own feelings and anger. while sam's the one who quickly becomes obsessed w/ revenge the minute he loses jess and finding the thing that killed her and is quick to anger. "you're more like him than i'll ever be" "i'll take that as a compliment" "you can take that however you like" etc etc
#i know i'm not saying anything new and my dean understanders all know dean is mary's mirror and sam is john's but !!!!#it's so so loud in the early seasons. soooo loud !!!#and i think sam insists dean must be more like john must be just like john to convince himself that he's not like him#he looks at dean and thinks 'well i'm nothing like dean. dean's [lists 2 dimensional dean traits he thinks make up all of dean]#'and i'm nothing like that so therefore i'm not like dad' but like. all those dean traits are fake or surface level or overcompensating#everything sam thinks dean is is just a too big coat dean puts on to conceal everything real abt himself#underneath the coat he's mary. and john doesn't like that one bit so dean learned to hide it#anyways i'm rambling and losing threads but bottom line. sam is so much closer to john.#you know when you're standing too up close to something you can't see it properly? yea that's sam as john's mirror#his nose is pressed against the mirror he can't see that he's literally john's reflection.#family dynamics#siblings siblings#sam studies#dean studies#vic.txt
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the pawsonality disorder made me do it
#no but rlly this time#oh and by it i mean rant abt ppl i know behind their back#to be fair ive had issues with several people over time and its grating at my brain like cheese grater#im tired of feeling bad about the beast and trying to conceal not feel#IT'S HIDING UN THE DARKRK ITS TEETH R RAZOR SHARP#I FEEL IT DEEP WITHIN ITS JUST BENEATH THE SKIN#I MUST CONFESS THAT I#FEeL liKe A mOnSTeR#SOMEBODY GET ME THROUGH THIS NIGHTMARE#I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELLLFF!!!!;#SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME#NO ONE WOULD EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BRCOMEE#HELP ME BELIEVE IT'S NOT THE REAL ME#SOMEBODY HELP ME TAME THIS ANIMALLLLLLLLL!!!!!1!!!;;!+(+;!#apollo woofles#apollo sillies
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Yandere Short Stories:
Knight in Shining Armor
Yandere Monster Knight x Princess Reader
TW: delusional Yandere, Yandere behavior, kidnapping (mentioned), etc.
Ajax had always been princess (your name)âs confidant and source of solace⌠so why did he have her cornered on the bed of the inn? His large, muscular frame towered over her as his body trembled.
âI canât do it⌠I canât let you marry some other man.â Ajax whispered, his metal mask hiding his expression. There was no doubt in (your name)âs mind that he was shaken up about something. She had no clue why heâd be so upset about her getting marriedâŚ
âAjax, it was bound to happen eventually. Itâs my duty as the kingdomâs princess-â (your name) gasped when he closed the distance between them. Ajaxâs large palms pulled her into a tight hug. The force of the hug caused them both to land on the small bed with a soft plop.
âAjax-â Ajax placed a finger on (your name)âs lips to pause her words.
âI wonât allow it⌠I wonât allow some other man to sully you.â Ajaxâs deep voice made her body anxiously shake. âNot when Iâve wanted you for so many yearsâŚâ
âAjax-â (your name)âs eyes widened when he finally removed the mask thatâs concealed his face for over a decade. Ajax was half orc? (Your name) hadnât a clue and she had been with him for so many yearsâŚ
âIâm half monster, I thought you knew.â Ajax chuckled as his crimson eyes flitted over (Your name)âs frozen form. She was now a helpless lamb trapped in the maw of the wolf. âItâs why the other knights have been so cruel to me⌠why the maids avoid me like the plague and your father wanted to send me to war.â
(Your name)âs eyes can only take on his scarred and burned face in shock. Why was half the skin on his mouth missing and his tusks filed down? Who had hurt him so much that he didnât confide in her, his best friend? What atrocities had he faced while she remained none the wiser?
(Your name) were shocked when he bent down to show you his teeth. His tusks were clumsily filed down to almost look like teeth but they were still rather sharp. âI did the tusk work, but they grow back rather quickly. The skin on my face is still healing from when there was an assassination attempt on you from your future husbandâs concubines. Bastard was going to pour acid on your face.â
(Your name) reached up to trace the scars on his face while Ajax gave her a soft smile. âAjaxâŚâ
âYouâre the only one whoâs never treated me like a monster⌠youâre so wonderful and kind.â Ajax moved his large, gloved hands to hold her hands. âThat old king doesnât deserve you. No one does!â
(Your name) blushed when Ajax brought her hands up to his lips to press tender kisses over each of her knuckles. Despite how badly Ajax wished to ravish her, he must keep his composure.
âYou took this amount of damage for me?â (Your name)âs voice was barely above a whisper, yet it made Ajax melt into a puddle.
âOf course I did. I will do anything for you.â Ajax moved himself to crouch on the corner of the bed, his head in a slight bow. Yet (your name) could feel the burning obsessed behind his crimson gaze. âI am in love with you. Madly, deeply, entirely devoted to you and only you.â
Ajax grasped (your name)âs bare foot and brought it up to his mouth to press tender kisses across the top of it. âI will love you until my skin rots off my body and I am nothing but bones. Yet even death could not separate me from you for I will be in every corner of your life like a permanent shadow of protection. I will protect you with my entire being and soul. I will haunt and dismember your enemies if you so much as give them a glance of distaste.â
(Your name) felt her blood run cold when Jax gave her a bright grin that reopened a few of the stitches across his cheeks. The blood dripped down his face and onto her foot, but he merely lapped it up with his longer tongue. âNow tell me⌠is what I feel not love? I may not be a handsome prince but I swear Iâm your knight in shining armor.â
#female reader#yandere fic#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere knight#yandere male#yandere boy#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere imagines#yandere concept#yandere insert#yandere obsession#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#yandere original character#original work#yandere fantasy#fantasy#knight x princess#princess reader#Yandere writer Momo#yandere monster#monster x reader#monster x human#Yandere orc#yandere short story#yandere horror
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you don't know how to give a hickey.. what are friends for if not to help each other with these things?
pairing: bff!felix Ă gn!reader
wc: 4.3k
content: nonidol au, fluff, not rly smut but suggestive (mdni pls), shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys (duh), reader is like slightly germophobic idk, a lot of teasing, no use of y/n
a/n: i am so delusional i need to bite this mans neck badly. and yes this is my username. yes it's the loona song. lol
[also read on ao3]
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
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God, you should have just kept your mouth shut.
âYou don't know how to give a hickey?â
You shake your head and cover your face, hiding from Felix, who's sitting next to you on his bed.
âWait, really? Like you've never even tried it on yourself?â he asks.
âNo?! What, people actually do that?â Your hands lower slightly to reveal your eyes widening.
He breathes out a laugh and you hit his arm. âIt's not funny!â
âIt's kind of funny.â
âShut up. I justâ likeâ I never⌠whatever.â He poorly conceals a teasing smile. âShut up or you're literally not getting any cinnamon rolls tomorrow. In fact, lemme ask Hannie if he wants your extras.â You pull out your phone.
Before you can do anything, Felix swiftly moves closer to you, his hand pushing yours down. âWhoa, whoa, hey.. that's a little drastic, yeah? Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you? ..And your cinnamon rolls?â He smiles sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you.
You grumble but drop the phone and shake his hand away, pursing your lips to fight a smile. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence.
âŚAnd then Felix ruins it.
âBut you've kissed people before, right?â
You look at him incredulously. âDid I not say to shut up??â you shriek.
âIs that a no?â He giggles. He fucking giggles. You want to punch his pretty face.
âLee Felix Yongbok I will smite you down right here where you stand if you don'tââ
He puts his hands up in surrender. âOkay wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, it's kind of like the same thing, you know?â
âThe same as what? Giving a h-hickey?â You can't help but stutter a little.
âYeah like it's⌠I'll show you.âÂ
Felix suddenly moves so he's in front of you and gently grabs your arm. He'll show you?! Literally what. What the hell. You let out a small squeak and instinctively lean away from him.Â
âRelax, I just meant here,â he touches your arm. âIs that okay?â
You stare at him.
â...Or I could show it on myself but I thought it might be better to feel it? Or I don't have to do it at all of course,â he says quickly.
Oh. It takes a second but the gears in your head start slowly turning enough to respond.
âOh.â Well, okay, that wasn't as much of a response as you meant to give.
Felix laughs softly and pulls his hand away from your arm. âSorry, it's too weird, right? No worries.â
But wait, you're actually curious. And isn't it better to figure it out before you inevitably make a fool out of yourself in front of someone else? It makes you a bit nervous but⌠you're comfortable with Felix. âNo, wait, you can uh... show meâŚ?â
His eyebrows raise for a second but then he smiles. âYou sure?â
You nod. You still feel a little dazed and you're not really cognizant enough to actually do anything but watch him as he moves closer again. Your arm must feel like a dead weight but he lifts it up and lowers his head, placing a chaste kiss on your inner wrist. âThis okay? Usually you um... start with kissing.â
âO-Oh, okay, yeah..â you murmur. What is this sudden weird atmosphere? Maybe you're the only one feeling it. Felix doesn't seem too phased, but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shit, can he feel your pulse right now? You really hope not.Â
He flashes a shy smile and places another kiss there, and another a little higher, and another, and it feels way too intimate and sends shivers up your spine. Slowly, he moves up your forearm, stopping right before your elbow.
âSo⌠then.. you just wanna like... suck,â he says before doing just that, right below the crook of your elbow.Â
Oh. It feels weird. You must have made a noise or something because he looks up at you through dark lashes, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. You swallow. What the actual hell is happening right now?Â
After holding excruciating eye contact for what feels like an eternity, he lets his eyes close. Thank god, because it was making your chest feel tight and weird. You continue to stare as he continues kissing and sucking at your arm, face absolutely burning at the strange sensation.
You've literally lost the freaking plot. You just sit there, no semblance of time passing. After about twenty seconds? Twenty minutes? It literally could have been either â he finally pulls away, with a final kiss and light drag of his teeth against your skin.Â
You hold your breath as he sits up and gently maneuvers your arm so you could see the fruits of his labor. He clears his throat. âUm, so⌠it's starting to show up. See?â he says a little breathlessly.
You nod, unsure what to say when your best friend literally just sucked a hickey onto your arm. A very platonic hickey. Okay. This is fine. This is totally normal right? It must be or he wouldn't have offered. ..Right? You stare down at the bruise starting to blossom on your arm and finally chance a glance at Felix, but he also has his head down, staring at your arm.
Suddenly as if on cue, his head jerks up. When he sees you looking at him he grins. âCool, right? How does it feel?âÂ
âWeirdâŚâ you mumble. How can he be so nonchalant about this? You want to strangle him.
He nods. âIt might be a little sensitive for a bit.â He runs his fingers lightly over the reddening area and you immediately see what he means. It feels tender and tingly under his touch. You shiver. âSo.. you think you get how to do it now?â he asks.Â
âUm⌠yeah, I mean, maybe?â
âDo you wanna try?â
âTry? What, on⌠on your arm?!âÂ
A slight blush creeps up his face and he shrugs. âSure, or wherever⌠my arm, or my neck since that's where it's usuallyâŚâ
You feel your face heat up as well. âIâŚâ
âI just thought, if you wanna like, practice? But of course you don't have to.â He looks away and shrugs again, seeming a little embarrassed for suggesting it.
You open and close your mouth over and over again like a fish. Like a stupid dumb fish who somehow got itself reeled into this crazy situation. But honestly, the more you think about it, the offer to practice is tempting. When would you get another opportunity like this? Probably never. And⌠you trust Felix more than anyone else.
â...Is it really okay?â you ask hesitantly.
Felix looks up, blinking a few times before smiling. âOf course. I mean, it's only fair since I did it on you,â he laughs softly. He seems happy but also a little surprised that you actually appeared to be agreeing to his offer. Honestly, you're surprised too.
âRight, umâŚâ you mumble. You shuffle a little closer to him. His hand slides down from your elbow to your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb. To reassure you, you think. It's a sweet gesture.
You lean in slightly towards his neck, deciding that if you do it here, you can hide your face from him and avoid any eye contact. âUm, can I...? Where should IâŚ?â
You're so close to him. You can hear his breath catch a little before he points to the side of his neck with his free hand. âAround here,â he says, his voice somehow getting impossibly lower.
You swallow, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. As you lean in further you bite your lip, anxious. You need to break this tension somehow. You just can't do this right now. âUm.. um⌠do you wash your neck?â you blurt out.
Felix leans back a little. âDo I... do I wash my neck? That's what you're worried about?â he laughs.
âSome people probably don't!â you exclaim. Then you sigh. âUgh, s-sorry, that's stupid, right? You literally licked my arm,â you let out a nervous laugh. âI justâ I don't know. It feels icky. Germs.âÂ
He hums. âYou're not stupid.â A pause. âBut, I can proudly say I do wash my neck.â He presses his lips together, clearly suppressing another laugh and you just know he's about to tease you. âWow, how do you even kiss people if you're this worried about germs?â
âShut up,â you grumble, leaning back into his neck a little to hide your face, your breath hot on his neck. He inhales sharply and seems surprised and, you think, a little panicked?
You instantly pull away. âFelix, are you sure?â You chew on your lip. Is this a bad idea after all?
âYeah, I-I... yeah, of course,â he says, a little breathless, but you're not entirely convinced. You start to move away fully but he quickly grabs your arm again. âNo.. no, wait. Please,â he whispers. You see him visibly try to relax, taking a deep breath in and out. âIt's okay. I promise. I was just caught off guard.â
âSorry,â you whisper.
âNo, no, you're good, you're fine. It was me.â Felix clears his throat and rubs your arm reassuringly.Â
You take a deep breath. âOkay⌠so.. here?â You lean back in to where you were previously, breath hitting his neck.
He swallows, and you see it because his Adam's apple bobs up and down right in front of your face. What the fuck. âYeah. Just go slow and⌠you can start with kissing if you want. Don't overthink it,â he mumbles, sounding more like he's reminding himself of something.
You nod and slowly, so slowly, you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his neck.
You expected him to remain still but a small breathy noise escapes him and he leans his head further back, exposing more of his neck in the process. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming under your lips. âGood... um.. yeah, just... kiss a little bit and then suck. You can use your tongue, too,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can feel the vibrations against your lips when he speaks. What the fuck.
Your head feels fuzzy. You hesitantly place a kiss on his neck, and then another a little higher, and another, until you reach an area you're satisfied with. You almost want to pull away but remember Felix's words. Right. Just try not to overthink itâŚ
He pulls a breath in through his teeth when you press an open-mouthed kiss and start sucking gently. At the same time, your tongue darts out almost automatically and touches his skin.Â
You feel him swallow thickly. âY-You gotta⌠harderâŚâ he murmurs. âOr it won't mark.â
You hesitate. âWon't it hurt?â
He blinks hard and shakes his head slightly. âDon't worry⌠I-I'll tell you if it hurts, okay? Just try. Do it like I did.â
You nod and take a deep breath before trying again, this time in earnest, sucking harder and pulling his skin between your lips and even past your teeth.
âYeah,â he breathes out, his grip on your arm tightening, âLike... like that. And you can.. use your teeth a little too.â His voice is getting thick, low, and raspy and, god, you feel a little dizzy.
But you want to please him, so you bite down softly and let your teeth run over the area. A quiet, high-pitched whine escapes his lips, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, body jerking back slightly. He suddenly seems to realize the noise he made and looks at you, wide-eyed.
You pull back again, a little breathless. âD-Did it hurt?â You really didn't think you bit that hard, but you can't hide the worry in your voice.
His hand drops from his mouth, face flushed and breathing labored. His eyes look a little dialed out. âNo... no, it didn't.. hurt.â It seems like it takes all his strength just to say that. âSorry, I just...â he takes a few more seconds to gather himself, âUm, kinda sensitiveâŚâ
âŚSensitive? Oh. Oh. It was good. He liked it. You almost sigh in relief. But then⌠wait. He's sensitive there. He⌠Your brain isn't working. You find yourself leaning back in to his neck without thinking.
Felix doesnât protest, just sits back, exposing more of his neck to you. You feel his body shudder when you lightly drag your teeth over the area before attaching your mouth more firmly and sucking at his skin.
He canât stop the whimper from leaving his throat. âThat feels really good.. youâre doing good,â he pants.
Your heart swells from the praise and you double down on your efforts. You hear him try to suppress another whimper but itâs more strained this time. It happens again and again, little noises and whines that you're not sure if he's even aware he's making. Every noise pulls and tugs at something in your stomach.
It feels intimate, so insanely intimate and you think you might combust on the spot if you go any longer. It's a bit nerve-wracking to pull away and face Felix but you force yourself to, licking your lips as you retreat.
Your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you. A pretty, deep pink bruise begins to blossom on his neck and your heart skips a beat at the realization that you did that to him.
Felix hasn't said anything. Is he upset? You chance a glance at his face andâ
Oh. His eyes are closed and a faint sheen of sweat coats his flushed face, which is pulled taught in a mixture of bliss and something like pain. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in quick gasps. You stare at him, the only thought in your mind being: God, he's gorgeous like this.
He blinks rapidly and seems to finally come to. When he finally refocuses his gaze on you, he lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a weak laugh.
â...Good?â he asks.
Good? Good? Your head is spinning. It's not good. Nothing is good. Life is meaningless and everything you know exists on a floating rock spinning in the void and you think you're gonna pass out and never wake up. It's not good. It's fucking crazy. But you just mumble, âIt's⌠showing up, I thinkâŚâ
He raises an eyebrow. âThat right? Let me see then.â
Felix grabs his phone and pulls up the camera, angling it so he has a clear view of his neck. He lets out a soft whistle, bringing his hand up to feel where the hickey is. You watch dumbly as he presses his fingers on it and lets out a shaky sigh. Then he looks at you and grins before throwing you a thumbs-up. âYou did great. It's already pretty dark.â
You actually want to kill him. Your brain is melting and he's acting like this is the most normal afternoon of his life. Maybe it is. Does Felix do this type of thing often? The thought makes you shiver.
You throw your hands over your face. âI-I didn't mean for it to be thatâlikeâughâŚâ
His smile softens. âHey, hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It'sâŚâ he searches your face for a second and suddenly reaches over to gently pull your hands away. âIt's not that bad. You did really good. Besides, itâs my neck, yeah?â His tone shifts to more of a teasing one, like heâs amused youâre overreacting a little. It just serves to frustrate you more.
You sigh. âUm⌠I reallyâit's really okay..?â
He nods. âYeah, of course it is. Itâs just a little mark, nothing serious.â He looks at you thoughtfully for a bit and you feel yourself getting flushed under his gaze. âYou know.. you can try it again. If you want. Just to practice. Or for science, or whatever.â He laughs.
What. Youâre stunned into silence. Science? You stare at him incredulously and he just grins back before leaning even further forward. This can't be your Felix. This is actually crazy.Â
Felix smiles at your dumbfounded expression. ââŚCome on.â He brings a hand up to your face and pokes at your cheek softly. âDo it again. Try a different spot. Make it darker.â
He's obviously teasing you. So you're flabbergasted when what comes out of your mouth is, âW-Where..?â Where? Literally what are you saying. Like, where is the nearest exit? Where has your own sanity gone? That's what you should be asking.
He shrugs. âAnywhere. The other side?â He points to the unmarked side of his neck. Then he pushes his shirt down slightly, revealing a sliver of his shoulder and collarbone before looking back at you, eyes expectant with a bit of an impish gleam. âMaybe.. here?â he mumbles.
Your head spins. Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna pass out. It's so over. Life and death and the universe⌠fucking craziness. You're falling. You're dying. Everything is melting. Nothing's real.
Oh wait, you're actually falling, your head plopping down on his shoulder as you let out an embarrassed groan.Â
You hear him laughing softly. âSomeone's eagerââ
Youâre a bit confused but then your eyes focus on the place your head is now laying andâOh god, youâre right where his shoulder and neck meet. Right where he just told you to suck a hickey. Great.
You instantly lift your head up, face burning. âNo, I didn'tâI wasn't trying toââ
He brushes the hair out of your face. âHey, it's okay, I'm not forcing you or anything. Are you overwhelmed?âÂ
âUm, yeah, butâ y-yeah. Sorry.â God. How pathetic do you look right now?
âDon't apologize. I was just teasing. It makes sense to be overwhelmed. It's a new experience.â He sits back and laughs but thereâs a bit of a nervous waver to it. âYou're fine, seriously. Maybe we got a little carried away, huh?â
âUhhâ yeahâŚ.â
He gives you an apologetic look. âI'm sorry for being pushy. Let's just... just forget about the whole thing, yeah? Let's play some video games or something.â He clears his throat.
He's moving on but your head is still spinning. This really is the most normal afternoon for him, you think. Because how is he so chill? Your body is still buzzing with nervous energy and you can't just switch off and forget about it, can you?
You can't. âUhâ Uh, waitâ...â
â...Yeah?â
You drop your head back down onto his shoulder. âUm⌠is it bad if I⌠kindaâŚâ
You trail off and he doesnât respond for a few seconds. You donât dare move, waiting for something, anything. When he finally does say something his voice sounds strained. âKinda what?â he asks quietly.
âUm.â Fuck. âNevermind.â You go to draw back but Felix quickly places a hand at the back of your head, preventing any movement.
You hear him exhale quietly. âI don't mind, you know,â he whispers. âYou can do it. If you... if you want to.â He slowly starts running his fingers through your hair. âIf you wanna practice. The more you practice, the more comfortable you'll be with it, right?â
You hum against his shoulder, the justification mulling around in your head. Of course. Of course that's why you want to. For practice. For science.
He continues. âYeah, do it. Uh, j-just, I meanâ if you want. A-As practice. Try to⌠see how dark you can make it⌠or⌠â For all the talk he was making before, he stutters now, and you can't help but find it a little endearing. Maybe he's actually a little nervous as well.
Fuck it. Who cares. You've lost the plot. You press your mouth against his skin, giving a few open-mouthed kisses before gently sucking at it.
You hear his breathing stutter and he shifts slightly. âYeah, j-justâŚâ he lets out a shaky sigh and presses his hand a bit more firmly on the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The angle is still a bit awkward to reach, so without much thinking, you crawl slightly onto his lap.
âOh,â he mumbles, his body goes tense for a second before relaxing again. He's completely still, like if he moves youâll pull away, but eventually his fingers start running through your hair again. It isn't a particularly suggestive position, you're sitting back more towards his knees, but suddenly everything feels charged with tension.Â
You hear a low, almost imperceptible groan as you continue sucking lightly from the new angle. âYou're doing really well,â he mutters encouragingly. âJust a little more⌠harder. And like, bite a little, remember?â
Right. You comply and bite down a little. Felix lets out a small whine, hand tightening in your hair. âGood⌠uh, just like that..â he mumbles. âYou can try moving a little more, if you wantââ
You don't need to hear more, instantly moving your mouth higher up his neck without much thought. His fingers slide down until his hands are completely resting between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. Shivers run down your spine where he touches and you attach your lips to the side of his Adam's apple.
âA-AhâŚâ a shaky moan escapes him, taking both of you by surprise. His hands suddenly jump down to grip your waist tightly. Oh. He seems much more sensitive here. You swear you're dizzy. Maybe you're dying. You think youâre fine with that honestly.
You want to bite him. You let your teeth sink into the skin a little. He lets out a shaky half-laugh, half-groan, tilting his head back and pulling you towards him. âY-You learn quickly.â A deep pink flush runs high on his cheeks, and his breaths are unsteady. Youâve never seen him like this, so undone, and it's making you feel powerful. You want more.
You decide to give in to that and bite down harder, feeling his body jerk. He moans, breathy, and whispers, âOh. Yeah. Yeah, that feels so good.â One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingers gently grasping the base of your hair. His thumb brushes up against your earlobe and for some reason it sets tingles off all down your spine.
âŚDoes it really feel that good? You can't help but wonder. It mostly just felt weird on your arm but you suppose that's different. Different from your. Neck. Oh fuck, now you're thinking about it. His mouth on your neck. His mouth on your neck. You're floating. You're crashing. Everything is cool. Everything is burning.Â
Your brain is practically short-circuiting and you start sucking on the same spot before pulling back just enough to bite down and suck at it again, this time a little harder.
His breath stutters and you feel his head tilt to give you more access. There's another small gasp that comes out as a strained âFuuuckâŚâ when you continue. You think you're actually delirious at this point.
Then, âW-wait..â he says urgently, his chest heaving. His hand that was on your neck slides down to grab your shoulder now.
âThat's⌠good. We should.. stop. IâŚâ he pants heavily.
You pull away instantly. âO-Okay. Yeah. Sorry.â You feel restless, fidgety, more than just from nerves.
âNo, you're fine, god. It's me. I'm getting tooâŚâ he shakes his head. âYou did really good, IâŚâ He presses his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep, slow breaths.
When he drops his hands he seems mostly back to normal. âUm.â He laughs a little. âWe, uh⌠how's it look?â
You stare at his neck and shoulder. Oh, fuck. In truth, it looks fucking insane. Like he got mauled or something. Oh my god. That was you. What came over you?
He raises an eyebrow at your silence. âGuess I gotta see for myself,â he says and places his hands on your waist to lift you up and off of his lap. As if you weigh literally nothing. What the fuck.
With your head still reeling at how he lifted you like you're nothing, you don't really notice him reaching for his phone to see himself until you hear him suck in a breath.
âWow⌠I'm gonna get so many comments tomorrow.â
âWhat?!â you shriek. Oh god. Of course it'll take a few days to fade. You hadn't even thought about that. The light mark on your arm is easy to brush off as nothing but the rosy hues on his neck are unmistakable.
He laughs. âI'm just kidding. I'll have to.. cover it with makeup I guess. Don't worry.â
âYou betterâŚâ you mumble, embarrassed.
He hums. âHmm⌠Well it isn't really fair... What should I doâŚâ He leans in, studying your flushed face. âWanna match?â he says with a cheeky grin.
âWhat?? Felix!â
âI'm joking! JeezâŚâ He pokes your cheek. âUnless all this blushing isn't just from embarrassment and you're actually into this?âÂ
Your face is positively burning. âShut up. You're annoying as hell,â you grumble.
He gasps dramatically. âAfter I gave up my sanctity for you to practice on me? This is how you treat me?â
You can't help but giggle at his dramatics but you quickly steel your expression and glare at him equally as dramatically.
You're really grateful everything seems to be normal on his end. You're trying your best to act the same, but in truth, you feel like a fucking mess. His joking comment about you being into this⌠No, definitely not. There's no way. It's probably just because it's your first time doing this with anyone, so of course it's going to feel crazy and weird and confusing. Right? Yeah. But still. Even long after the two of you move on, playing video games and hanging out like normal, you can't shake the feeling that something's weird. Something shifted. You don't know what the fuck it is though. You just try not to think about it.
How are you actually supposed to go back to normal after this?
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a/n: so on a scale of 1 to 10 how painfully obvious is it that i've never given a hickey in my life.
no but um haha any feedback good or bad would be super appreciated!! pls leave a like or reblog if u enjoyed it makes me so happy. tysm for reading <3
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Young God | Feyd-Rautha
The mercy you show towards an enemy in the aftermath of battle yields tragic consequences for you and your people.
Warnings: NON-CON, Fremen!Reader, Kynes!Reader, Kidnapping, Unrequited Love, Mentions of cannibalism, Knife Play, Masochism
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
The aftermath of battle is often the same ritual. Corpses are taken away to scavenge for bounty and salvage the water in their bodies. Moisture is too precious, too rare in the air and the dry desert sand covering your home world to be wasted. Harkonnen foot soldiers especially. No sympathy is spared for the cruel beasts who slaughter your fellow fremen, ravage your land, and bleed your beloved home planet Arrakis of its most valuable resource. The Spice.Â
Today is one of these days. After fending off another attack by the Harkonnen army, your entire tribe is sifting through the desert fields. The proud white-skinned soldiers werenât expecting the swarm of Fremen that unleashed upon them. Thankfully Muad'Dib had a vision of the attack and managed to convince enough of your people to raise their blades in unison to stand against their oppressors. While you balk at violence, preferring to stay back and sink into your role as a healer, you still wish to offer assistance in cleaning up the battlefield and checking for any potential injuries. You were a little shocked when you arrived and were struck with the realization that there is so little for you to do, the number advantage having been so overwhelming.
Still, you find a few warriors that require medical attention. Their injuries are deeper than you expect. Apparently one of the Harkonnen soldiers wouldnât let himself be slain, unleashing a storm of fury all on his own and taking several down with him. You gingerly finish dressing your last wound, lifting your head as you notice your cousin heading north.Â
Wiping the blood on your hands with a rag, you get to your feet.
âChani, where are you going?â you inquire.
She stares ahead, crysknife in hand, determined.
âSome may have survived and slipped away from us. Weâre checking the caves nearby.â
You give a nod and follow after her. âIâll come with you.â
While your voice didnât waver earlier, your stomach is in knots as you join the search. You and Chani split up. She points in a direction and you acquiesce, rushing the opposite way. You sneak underground, climbing down a row of steep, slippery rocks before you find a small cave.
You practically have to crawl the rest of the way inside, the lichen-draped overhang almost too bent and crooked for you to advance any further. Itâs no wonder no one thought to check this place. Itâs hard to imagine any wounded Harkonnen soldier gathering the strength to hide in such a place.
Youâre forced to swallow your words however when you find the outline of a pale form lying across the cave floor.Â
Your jaw drops. You inch closer to the corpse, already planning on calling another Fremen to help you extract the water from the body.
But the manâs chest lifts, his mouth shuddering ever-so-slightly.
Tamping down your fear, you hunker down and inspect his armor. Your brows knit. A long, deep jagged cut slashes his side. The kind of deadly injury that makes you wonder how the man is still breathing, as itâs impossible no internal organs haven't at least been nicked.Â
Yet, somehow he is, still breathing that is.
Though you gather not for long based on the way blood gushes from the wound.Â
You hear your name called from outside the cave. Pulse soaring, you climb your way out of the concealed shelter with haste.Â
Youâre faced with Chaniâs questioning stare. She must be done with her own search. You note the tinge of crimson on the tip of her blade. Your insides wrench.Â
The lie flows from your tongue with frightening ease.
âI already checked that one. Itâs empty.â
She nods and walks away. You wait for her to be at a safe distance to return inside the cave.
As your slow, fearful steps bring you closer to the wounded man, your mind rages, at war with itself.
You are of two worlds. Daughter of the fallen Liet-Kynes, imperial planetologist, and a member of the Sietch Tabr. The Harkonnen are your peopleâs ancestral enemies. Oppressors who annihilate whoever stands between them and their unquenchable thirst for more wealth and power.
They are monsters. There is only one rational thing to do when one is faced with one of the pale-skinned warriors. Only one thing that is right to do.
You unsheathe the crysknife at your thigh from its scabbard. The blade is shimmery and new. So perfectly sharp. For you have never used it. Not even once.
You approach his unmoving form and lift the blade high in the air.
The crysknife in your hands quivers above his chest. Itâd be so easy to end it. So quick. Over within a few minutes. Youâve seen countless members of your sietch do it, not a sliver of hesitation in their smooth, practiced motions. Some even enjoy it, reveling in seeing that spark wither in their enemiesâ eyes.Â
For a moment, you let yourself wonder, picture yourself snugly gripping the blade and driving it through the Harkonnenâs alabaster throat. The watery coughs heâd let out. The blood seeping from his neck and pooling around him. The light in his onyx orbs flickering before going out.
It should satisfy you. After all the evils theyâve inflicted upon your people, upon your planet, the prospect of retribution should fill you with immeasurable joy.Â
Yet it doesnât. Chest heaving, you slowly lower the weapon until it slips out of your hands, its clattering echoing in the cave.
Your shoulders sag as you unleash a tremulous breath, one you didnât notice was even caged inside your lungs.
An unyielding truth swaddles you as you watch your pale-skinned enemy draw feeble, dwindling breaths. You canât take a life. You are a healer, through and through.
You gasp when you suddenly feel the cold bite of metal against your throat.
Your eyes widen. The Harkonnen is awake, heavy, wheezing breaths bursting from his chest as he presses the blade against your neck.
âI-If you kill me, you will not survive,â you stammer, your chest clenching in fear.Â
He shocks you by flipping the blade and handing it to you.
âThen give me a warriorâs death,â he says, his gaze unwavering. You study him. He looks worse than before. What he just did must have taken his last bit of strength.Â
Steadying your hammering heart, you glower at him.
âThe glory you seek isnât in a dank cave, Harkonnen.â
As soon as he collapses over the cold, hard stones, you get to work. First, you check his pulse. Though itâs faint, you find a steady heartbeat. He must be quite strong, you surmise. Youâve never seen anyone survive this long with an injury this deep. Logically, he should be dead.Â
But he isnât. So while you shouldnât feel this way, every fiber of your being craves to pull him from the brink.Â
You peel the layers of his armor off him. Heat nestles inside your cheeks as your gaze roams over the hard, defined planes of his muscular form. You shake off the sensation, reminding yourself that you canât proceed unless you have complete access to the wound and need to assess for other potential injuries.
You reach for your medpak and pouch. You use a mix of wound sealant and medicinal herbs to curb the bleeding. You then clean the wound with antiseptic and press onto it firmly. Eventually, it stops. Once the bleeding is under control, you pull out a needle and thread from your pouch and begin sewing the wound. Every stitch is nice and neat, so tight that you know he will barely scar. You squint as you work, the dim lighting of the cave making you miss the right spot in his skin a few times. You keep a cool head the entire time, simply starting over whenever necessary.
After the wound is sealed, you set up a hypovial with a plasma bag. Finding the bulging vein in his arm isnât too hard. Itâs quite easy in fact, as every part of him appears carved from stone. You slip a dash of spice melange in the IV. A potent cinnamon smell fills the air. Just the right amount to keep him awake. Now that his life isnât on the line anymore, his peculiar body chemistry should do the rest and recover.
You unleash a deep breath and wipe the sweat doting your forehead. You sag against the cave wall.
Your eyes drift to the night sky, visible through a small opening in the overhang.
For the first time since you snuck inside the cave, the tension woven through your limbs comes loose.
Nights on Arrakis are a thing of beauty. You are willing to bet there are no more beautiful skies in the entire galaxy. None so clear and vast and with stars twinkling this bright. Mother used to say the same thing, that the boundless empyreans of Arrakis were the most beautiful sight she ever laid eyes upon. And as an imperial envoy, your mother traveled far across the known universe. So she must have been right.
You cast one last glance at the Harkonnen warrior. Heâs stable. Or stable enough at least.Â
Itâs time for you to return to your sietch before too many questions are asked.
âYou were gone a while,â your cousin blurts out when you return to your sietch. You weigh her tone. There is no suspicion laced in it, just curiosity.
âI was just making sure we didnât forget any of them,â you casually reply.
Chani heaves out a deep sigh. âYou donât have to. You have no heart for killing, cousin.â She turns her focus to the rest of your tribe. âWe need you here, tending to our wounded. Itâs where you shine best.â
You nod in acknowledgement. No one in the sietch ever expected you to fight but you often wish that you could do more. You think of your motherâs untimely death, of the way Fremen laid down their lives today. Your heart sinks. If anyone learned of what you did, you would be exiled. Rightfully so. Your eyes wander to your cousin, now besides Paul Atreides. Longing gazes lock and fingers twine before they disappear into their shared tent. You look away.
You hope one day that twisting inside your chest whenever you see them will cease. You are happy for them; you truly are. Nevermind that you felt a pull towards the heir of House Atreides from the moment you met him, that you felt it was returned when his gaze rested upon you. That all of it vanished the moment his eyes crossed Chaniâs.
A seer from your tribe foretold that a woman in your family would have a great destiny, one that will change the fate of worlds. You now understand, that woman is Chani, and she and Paul arenât just destined to one another. They are fated.
And who are you to stand in the way of fate?
âYou must be insane, girl,â the Harkonnen soldier scoffs as you remove the needle in his arm. Since he appears to have regained some colorâŚor whatever consists of âcolorâ for a Harkonnen, you elected to remove the plasma bag this morning.
A sliver of shame flutters through you that you were almost relieved to find him alive. You saved a life. Perhaps not the most worthy one, but a life nonetheless.
âStriking an enemy while heâs down isnât brave,â you reply with nonchalance.
A crooked smirk cants his plump lips, baring a hint of the black teeth underneath.
âInsane and stupid then,â he sneers, the gristly echo of his voice resonating in the cave.
Ignoring the way his comment chafes you, you retrieve the little vials you packed this morning.
âDrink that.â He sits up, humming low in his throat with the movement when youâd expect him to wince or groan at the pain. Itâs almost like heâs enjoying the pain he surely must be experiencing, but you discard that thought, because itâs ludicrous. What kind of person enjoys pain? âItâs water.â He studies you, making no move to grab the water. You fidget, unnerved that you canât read his expression, his lack of eyebrows making it even more difficult. âI could only steal a little from the deathstill. Itâs all I could get before anyone could see me.â
You briefly considered trading your motherâs water rings, the ones you inherited upon her death. The symbol of her standing and wealth within the Sietch Tabr.
Though while you may have saved your enemy, you want to hold on to that piece of her for as long as you can.
âI also have some food.â You rummage through your pouch to pull out dried fruits, slices of meats, bread and spice honey. Itâs the best you could gather on short notice without drawing suspicion.
His dark gaze flicks over you as he taunts, âPerhaps I shall eat you. You look far more appetizing thanâŚwhatever this is.â You shudder, acutely aware that while cannibalism isnât widespread amongst the HarkonnenâŚitâs also not unheard of.Â
He snickers at your expression. âDo not fret, desert rose.â His gravelly voice drips with suggestion as he licks his lips. A chill runs through you as his black tongue and teeth are bared to you. âIâm not quite that hungryâŚyet.â
Your shift, discomfort slithering through you. There is something profoundly unsettling about the Harkonnen, even more so than a typical one. The blood leaking through the bandage draws your gaze.
âI should dress your wound and redo the stitching,â you offer, clearing your throat.
When your hand stretches towards his wound, he growls at you.
Your heart leaps and you retreat your hand.
âPlease,â you insist. âYouâre bleeding.â
When he doesnât make another threatening sound, you take that as your cue. You quickly gather your supplies and approach him. The drumming of your heart inside your ears is a clamor, but you pretend it isnât there, removing the bandage and driving the needle through his wound to sew it shut again. He doesnât flinch, showing no hint of even feeling the needle. His sizzling scrutiny sears through your flesh, almost causing your usually steady hands to quake. You sharpen your focus, remembering your grandmotherâs teachings. Steady heart, steady hands.
He tilts his head, dark gaze trained on you. âI threaten to eat you and you tend to me still. What a peculiar creature you are, desert rose.â
The days fly by in a strange haze, your days spent preparing for the new Reverend Mother while you sporadically check on the stranger. He recovers faster than you expect, even without you needing to use the spice melange again. Considering he was at deathâs door when you found him, you canât help but be a little amazed.
You sense the time to go your separate ways is near. You have done a lot, likely more than you should. The alabaster-skinned warrior is well enough to roam the desert and find his way back to his people through his own means. You brought him supplies, food and a stillsuit. Whatever befalls him will be up to fate and his own wits. You donât plan on returning after tonight.
âYouâre looking better,â you note, checking his wound for the last time. You leave the bandage for good measure even if itâs clear he doesnât need it anymore, the wound having begun to fade since you removed his stitches yesterday.
He pins you with that unsettling stare once more.
âThat song you sangâŚâ he rumbles.
âA song?â Your head tilts as you comb through your memories. It comes back to you. You sometimes hum it to yourself. It calms you down. You didnât even realize youâd done it in his presence. âAh, that song.â You shrug, a small smile sneaking onto your lips. âItâs just a lullaby my grandmother used to sing to me before she passed, to teach children about the Shai-Hulud.â
He looks at you in what you believe to be confusion at the name, though you can only assume.
âYour people call them⌠sandworms,â you explain. âThey are sacred and should be revered.â
Silence hangs between you and the Harkonnen. His deep raspy voice shatters it after some time.
âSongsâŚI had a blade in my hands from the moment I could walk.â
âIâm sorry,â you blurt out, unsure what else to say. He doesnât seem sad, more reflective, but it seems you should say something. âDo youâŚDo you ever think of what your life would be like if you werenât Harkonnen?â When he looks at you blankly, a nervous laugh peals from your lips. âIâm sorry. That was a silly question.â
Your crysknife materializes in his hands from behind his back. Your blood runs cold as you pat your thigh. You donât remember ever leaving it around him.
âMy older brother...He took me from our parents when I was a baby,â he utters, sounding detached, almost as if he were recounting someone elseâs life. âMy uncle raised me. I donât remember my father. And my motherâŚâ His lightless gaze slams into yours as he smiles, exposing his glistening, black teeth. âI killed that whimpering, meddling bitch.â
Your breath snags in your throat. PerhapsâŚyou let yourself get too comfortable around the Harkonnen. The crude reminder of who he is, who they all are, yanks you back to reality.
You bolt to your feet, coaxing a tremulous smile onto your face.
âItâs getting late. I should return home before the sandstorms grow too strong.â
As you prepare to leave, the muffled pitter-patter of footsteps above you freezes you in your tracks. Your eyes bulge. Dread sinks within you as you realize someoneâs right above you.
Before a single sound can make its way past your lips, the Harkonnenâs large hand envelops your mouth. He pulls you flush against his bare chest as he whispers into your ear, âQuiet.â
His muscles go taut against you. You catch him twirling the blade with smooth precision, clearly ready to fight if need be. You hold your breath, bridling your stuttering heartbeats.
Two men in full Harkonnen livery leap inside the cave. Panic rushes through you.
However, instead of a fight breaking out, relief fills the soldierâs faces as they see him.Â
âNa-baron. We received your beacon.â
Na-BaronâŚThe air is knocked from your lungs. The title isnât that common amidst the known universe. In fact, itâs quite unique and you only ever heard of one man from one specific house using it. Na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the heir-designate to Baron Vladmir Harkonnen.Â
He is a monster, a ruthless killerâŚand you nursed him back to health. Allowed him to get well enough to hurt, maim and kill as he pleases. The cave seems to twirl off its axis around you.
Perhaps he was right that night. You might be an insane idiot.
You feel the subtle lift of his lips against your scalp.
âRight. Did I forget to mention my name?â he taunts, as if he could read every thought zooming across your head. Giving you no time to even try to run or fight him off, the na-Baron slams your head against a nearby wall.
Pain explodes inside your skull. Your vision dims as you grow too weak to stand, your knees buckling beneath you. You fall into his arms and he holds you against him. He strokes the side of your face, a fire burning in his onyx orbs. Consciousness slips from you, his last words reverberating inside your ears.
âYou and I are going home to Giedi Prime, my desert rose.â
You awake startled, jarred by the softness of the sheets and the largeness of the bed around you. This is nothing like the cot you used to sleep on in the desert. You leap from the bed, clutching your face and hugging your frame, stunned to note you are without your stillsuit and face mask.
Instead, you are wearing a sheer white tunic that hugs your curves in a way that leaves very little to the imagination. The outfit is unlike you, impractical in every way. Your pulse escalates.
You rush to rise and nearly crash down on the bed again.Â
Your forehead creases.
You wobble around, struck by the difference in gravitational pull, humidity and atmospheric pressure. Every breath you take exerts you, bearing heavily on your lungs.
Your head spins as you glance at the unfamiliar room. Every single detail of it is cold, somber, opulent.
Horror twists your insides.
Youâre not on Arrakis anymore.
âYouâre in the Harkonnen keep, darling.âÂ
The gravelly voice erupting at your back has you whirl around. A half-exposed Feyd-Rautha fills your sight, his carved alabaster muscles and bald head shimmering silver in the low light.
You swallow hard, fighting to keep yourself breathing normally in the brand new air.
âThe Harkonnen Keep onâŚâ
âGiedi Prime, yes,â Feyd-Rautha finishes.
While you understood it on your own, having it uttered out loud sends you in a renewed state of alarm. You are away from your family, your friends, your home. You are alone on a foreign planet. A hostile, enemy planet.
âIn secluded apartments away from my other concubines,â he further informs. A shadow of mirth lurks in his gaze. âTheyâre quite the jealous kind. They may even try to take a bite out of you if they learn of your existenceâŚâ He leers at your shivering frame, making no effort to hide his lust, the evidence already bulging in his pants. âThough I donât think I could entirely blame them.â
He inches closer to you. âHow does the weight of a real planet feel?â he asks, a twisted excitement swaying in his dark orbs. âIs it crushing your bones? Is every cell in your body screaming in pain, my desert rose?â He grips your chin, studying you oddly, almost as if he wishes he could absorb every bit of your agony and discomfort.
You glare up at him, your insides white hot with rage.
âH-How could you do this? I saved you.â
He frames your chin, squeezing tightly. âOh darling, you should have killed meâŚâ A squeak spills from your throat as he drags his tongue across the side of your quivering cheek. His lips brush over your earshell as he mumbles under his breath. âBecause thereâs nowhere in the galaxy you will ever be able to hide from me now.â
âI belong in Arrakis with my people. You have to let me go,â you plead.Â
You search his impassive face, scouring for an errant ounce of humanity. The emptiness you find has tears rushing to your eyes. You mourn the tragic loss of moisture, willing yourself to stop crying. Ever since you were young, you were taught never to waste your precious water...especially on something as trivial, as painfully unnecessary as tears.
...But you can't quell your weeping.
He tilts his head.
âYou belong with meâŚNo, to me, desert rose. In my arms, screaming as I ruin that pretty cunt of yours with my cock.â
Fear floods your entire being. Your eyes scan the room. A faint spark of hope blooms inside you as you spot a long, sharp knife on a stone table nearby.
Pushing past the queasiness you experience every time you move on the unfamiliar planet, you race across the room and grab the knife.
You point it at him. Instead of cowering, Feyd-Rautha opens his arms, smirking.
âDo it,â he urges, making no effort to protect himself from the sharp blade in your hand, inviting you to strike him as his tongue darts across his lips.
His uncanny anticipation coats the air. Confusion fills you.
âI will,â you say, trying to appear braver than you feel. Still, the blade quakes in your hand.
âPlease. I beg of you,â he purrs, gliding towards you. As he watches you hesitate, he cruelly reminds you, âYou will never go home, never see your beloved planet again. In fact,...â He hums, his eyes lighting up as if a wonderful idea just occurred to him. âI think I might slaughter some of your family and friends just for sport.â
A wave of wrath surges through you. Bereft a thought behind it, your hand slashes across his chest, a small cut forming there. Droplets of blood so dark it appears black drip down onto his alabaster flesh.Â
âMoreâŚâ he rasps, pleasure leaking from his gravelly voice.
The sight of the bleeding wound rattles you, causing you to retreat.
But he doesnât let you remove the blade, his fingers cinching around your wrist and keeping its sharp tip over his bulging pec. You sob as he forces you to drag the blade across his chest, a blissful expression spreading across his features. A long dark cut oozing dark red blood decorates his body now, going all the way to his defined abs.
Terror and confusion tangle within you. You stagger backwards, the dagger slipping from your lingers and hitting the floor.
âYouâre sick.â
âI didnât realize there was such a fire inside you, desert rose. If I donât have you now, I think Iâll go mad.â His hoarse, lewd tone scrapes against your eardrums, causing your insides to twist in dread. He cracks his neck, black tongue sweeping over his lips as he approaches you. âNo, I definitely will.â
Itâs the only warning you get before he tosses you on the bed and rips the clothes off your frame. Tears brimming your lashes, you squeal in protest, scratching and punching every part of him within reach. You slap him hard and he cackles, baring his black smile in sheer delight.Â
âCome on, desert rose, Iâm sure you can hit even harder,â he sneers.Â
To make him eat his words, you hit him again. Harder than before. His laugh gets louder as you watch a faint bruise form on his cheek.
Pinning your wrists besides your head, he bends over your chest. His tongue swirls around your nipples, his cool tongue causing you to hiss and shake. Sharp teeth graze your breast and the breath hitches in your throat. You squirm on the sheets, completely at the mercy of Feyd-Rautha as he licks, bites and kisses every part of your flesh. As if he wanted you covered in marks of his ownership, wanted to ensure there wouldnât be a doubt in anyoneâs mind that you were his if they stole a glance at you. You loathe the way your traitorous body writhes and pants, a disgusting dampness gathering at the apex of your thighs.Â
The tears in your eyes swell. Your body is divorcing your frazzled mind little by little, yielding to his rough, wanton touch.Â
He grabs your thighs and dips between your legs, diving straight for your center. He licks a long stripe up and down your folds and you tremble. As his devilish tongue swirls around your clit, your eyes flutter, blinding pleasure building in your core. Hot waves of delight engulf you as he gathers your arousal with his tongue and drags it around your tender spot. The slow, unrelenting patterns he traces with his mouth have you fight the urge to buck your hips into his jaw. Your juices drench the entire bottom of his mouth, but he doesnât seem to mind, greedily devouring your cunt as if heâll never get to do it again.
As you quiver against him, your orgasm flowing through you, he chuckles against your wet cunt.
âYour body canât even deny how much it craves me, desert rose.â
Shame pulses through you with his words.
He crawls over you, cutting his pants loose with one aggressive shove downwards. Only a glimpse of his thick alabaster cock, glazed with his need at the tip appears in your vision before he shoves the entirety of himself in you. The pain is so intense, flames alongside your walls, that it robs the words from your throat. He sinks inside you until his tight balls chafe your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat while the other keeps your wrists above your head.
You whimper beneath him, defenseless against his sharp, piercing thrusts. Pleasure builds within you, his cock overwhelming you with shameful sensations each time it grazes your sensitive places, making you see stars. Gargled sounds pour from your throat as his girth splits you apart.
He grunts as your walls constrict around him, slamming into you even harder.
âYouâre so delightfully tight around me, darling.â He bends over you to whisper, âI bet Iâll turn you into my perfect little cock-hungry whore in no time. Have you on your back and knees for me whenever I wish it.â
The Harkonnen heirâs pace fastens, his cock hitting spots that have you question your sanity. So delicious that you canât help but let pathetic little moans escape from your throat.
He buries himself inside you even deeper, the pain and pleasure blending in crescendo. Your eyes roll back as you near your peak. Meanwhile, Feyd Rauthaâs hunting his own release, his quick thrusts growing sharp and slow, his bald head grazing your bare chest.
Pleasure rolls over in a tidal wave, your back curling alongside the sheets. His own release comes after yours, thick ropes of his seeds painting your sore, sensitive walls.Â
As you crash in a boneless heap on the sheets, he wraps his hand around your jaw and steals your lips for a sloppy, heated kiss.Â
You cry out in pain as he sinks his teeth into your neck, placing a visible puncture wound that wonât disappear for a while.
Still nestled in your warmth, he scatters more bites along your shoulder.
âAny man would be insane to let you go after tasting such a sweet cunt, desert rose.â
You know he wants you to see, doesnât want you to miss a single second of the spectacle. It was a split second moment, one that could have easily resulted in his death.Â
But at the very last second, Feyd-Rautha prevailed and dodged Paul Atreidesâ attack. He then proceeded to stab him in the heart in front of his heartbroken mother and your cousin.Â
You donât want to believe it. It must be an awful dream, one you will soon wake up from. One that lasted entirely too long. While seeing Paulâs body sink to the floor, your heart shattering into a million tiny piecesâŚWatching Chani glare at you with pure hatred in her eyes from across the room is almost worse. You want to run to her, embrace her, tell her you never meant to leave, tell her you arenât a traitor to your people despite what clothes you may wear now, what marks may brand your skin.Â
But itâs all for naught. Paul is dead and with him the hopes for your planet, for your people have died as well.
And you are left with nothing, no one. A stranger in a strange world.Â
Itâs what he reminds you as he has you caged beneath him that night, burying himself inside you again and again with abandon.Â
âYouâre mine, desert rose. And nothing, no one can take you away from me. Not my uncle. Not Paul Atreides. Not the Emperor.â He chuckles darkly, whispering against your ear. â...And not even you, darling.â
He is right. You are his. And with no one to challenge the rule of the now Baron Feyd-Rautha, ruler of House Harkonnen, it is as he saidâŚThere is nowhere in the galaxy you can hide where he will not find you.
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matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: after hearing you confess all of your insecurities to him, matt makes it his mission to have you see yourself the way that he sees you.
warnings: established relationship smut; fluff; mentions of body insecurities; hint of disordered eating; fingering (f receiving); dirty talk; choking; 18+
notes: i dreamt up this smut last night and immediately got to writing because it felt a little too real. i also knew it was gonna be a shorter one shot (compared to all of my others) so decided to try out second person narration rather than first person. i still can't decide which is better, so pls let me know which u all prefer to read. i hope ya'll enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed dreaming ab it ;)))
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With Mac Miller playing softly from Mattâs tv, you sighed to yourself as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. You took a moment to inspect your appearance in the full length mirror that you had been getting ready in front of, and felt like you didnât recognize the girl in the reflection. For some reason, you were having a bad everything day. You had started getting ready by doing your hair, and it just wouldnât fall right once you had finished styling it. Moving on to makeup, you had struggled with making your eyeliner match and all of your base makeup looked splotchy; it was like nothing was sitting the way it should on your skin.
Filled with frustration, you were tempted to tell Matt to cancel the dinner reservation, scrub everything off your face, and tuck yourself in his bed for the rest of the night. But you wouldnât do that, because he had been so excited about planning your date night all by himself.
You and Matt had been dating for a few months, and had built a relationship filled with the perfect combination of comfort and excitement. Even though you both lived apart, there was rarely a day when you and him were not doing something together â whether that be just laying in his bed watching movies all day, or going on a random adventure in the middle of nowhere. You could never grow tired of being around him, but for some reason your insecurities in your appearance were so severe today that you almost felt like you wanted to hide yourself from him.
As you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your creasing concealer under your eyes, Matt walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. âYou look pretty,â He started, heading towards his closet to pick out an outfit. âYou about ready?â You watched him through the mirror as he put on a pair of boxers, feeling a lump form in your throat at how undeniably beautiful he looked. You were hit with the realization that his looks so clearly outshined your own, and hated the idea of other people recognizing that whenever you two went out together.
Trying to get the negative thoughts out of your mind so that he wouldnât have reason to worry, you cleared your throat. âUh, yeah I am. I just have to get dressed.â After buttoning his jeans, he looked at you through the mirror and smiled warmly. âEverything okay baby?â He must have noticed the tension in your brow, or the slight downturn of your lips, but you nodded reassuringly. âYeah of course, Iâm just not really feeling my makeup.â You added a chuckle to the end of your sentence, hoping to make him believe that it was just a light hearted confession. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âI think it looks perfect.â He said softly into your hair, and you forced a smile onto your lips.
You walked over to the clothing rack that Matt had put in his room for you so that you could leave a variety of your clothes at his place for when you stayed over. Scanning your options, you skipped over all of your more bold pieces â knowing your head space was far too vulnerable tonight to mess around with any of them â and decided on your favourite black Skims dress. It had never failed you in the past, and you tried to reassure yourself with this fact as you removed your oversized t-shirt and replaced it with the soft dress.
Your positive attitude was gone just as quickly as it arrived once you began to examine yourself in the mirror. From the front your body looked okay, but as soon as you turned to the side you grimaced at the sight of your bloated stomach from the massive deli sandwich Matt had bought you for lunch earlier. The thin, tight material of the dress did nothing but accentuate the swell in your lower stomach, and you wanted to scream out in frustration. Maybe if your hair and makeup had worked in your favour the bloating wouldnât have bothered you so much, but because everything that could have possibly gone wrong had gone wrong, it was enough to cause tears to well in your eyes.
As you stood in front of the mirror fighting the tears from spilling over, Matt noticed the sheen in your eyes and your wobbly chin and raced over to you. âHey hey hey! Whatâs wrong baby?â He asked, his voice laced with a hint of panic. You shook your head rapidly. âNothing, itâs nothing. Iâm just being stupid.â Your voice was thick with emotion, and it made you even more angry with yourself as you knew this whole thing was stupid. âItâs clearly not nothing if youâre crying, Y/n.â He turned you around so that you were face to face with him; concern evident in his furrowed brow and racing eyes. âTell me whatâs going on sweetheart.â His voice was soft, and he rubbed his hands along your bare arms reassuringly.
You sighed and brought a shaky hand to your eye; trying to dab away any fallen tears in a weak attempt to not ruin your shitty makeup. âItâs stupid Matt.â You wined, not wanting to tell him your insecurities out of fear that speaking of them might make him suddenly see them just as clearly as you did. âY/n, please.â He begged, desperate to try and help you. Groaning, you finally obliged; your voice barely above a whisper as you confessed. âI just hate everything about the way I look today, thatâs all.â Matt stared at you with a blank expression as he took in your words, and you waited in silence â nervous to hear his response.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about, Y/n.â He sounded almost angry in his response, and it caused you to bite your lip nervously as you shrugged. âNothing turned out the way I wanted it to when I got ready today, plus youâve been feeding me too much lately and itâs been making me bloated.â You explained further, and watched as his eyes travelled from your face down to your body. âBaby, you look absolutely beautiful.â He said, and you rolled your eyes. âYou have to say that, itâs one of the unwritten rules of being someoneâs boyfriend.â A dry laugh escaped your lips, and Matt moved his hand to the back of your head.
âYou think Iâm lying?â He asked, his tone of voice mildly threatening and absolutely serious. So serious in fact, that the weak smile left your lips and you could do nothing but stare blankly at his face; unsure of how you should answer. He tilted his head quizzically, clearly still waiting for a response. Tentatively, you nodded your head yes as a singular tear fell down your cheek. Mattâs eyes softened. âOh baby.â He breathed before pressing his lips softly against yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he began deepening the kiss â turning it into one filled with passion without losing its gentle nature. Delicately, his tongue skated across your lips; requesting access to your mouth without demanding it. You released a soft whimper from his tender movements as his hands travelled down to your ass; massaging it gently through the thin material of your dress.
âTurn around.â He ordered against your mouth, and you immediately obliged. Now facing the mirror, he stood behind you with his hands planted firmly on your shoulders. Into your ear, he spoke. âYou are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on, and I need you to know that.â His words â overflowing with emotion â caused goosebumps to cover your skin. Using both of his hands, he grabbed each thin strap of your dress and slowly peeled them off your shoulders. Not stopping there, he used his grip on the straps to pull the dress completely off your body â creating a puddle of dark material at your feet.
âLook at you, Y/n.â His hands moved across your upper body; exploring every square inch of your skin as he held you in front of the mirror. You shuddered from his touch; his hands lighting your body on fire as they glided across it. He grabbed your breasts in both hands, massaging them slowly as he planted a kiss to the top of your shoulder. âYou might see flaws when you look at yourself in the mirror, but I donât. And I never have.â His hands moved down to your hips, squeezing them slightly. âI think I just have to show you what I see, and then maybe youâll change your mind.â
Dropping one more kiss to your flushed skin, he walked you forward a few steps towards the mirror, before using his hands to guide you to the floor. Knees tucked into your chest, he sat behind you and pulled all of your hair over to one side before leaning in to whisper into your ear. âOpen your legs baby.â You gulped before obliging, sliding your legs apart but keeping your knees bent. Your bare chest rose and fell rapidly, beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. You titled your head to the side out of embarrassment of having your legs spread in front of the mirror â with only your small pink thong covering you. Noticing this, Matt brought a hand to your jaw, grabbing it firmly and straightening your head back in the direction of the mirror. âYou are breathtaking, Y/n. I donât want you to look away.â As he spoke, he moved his hand from your jaw down to your breast, holding it firmly as his thumb swirled around your sensitive nipple. âKeep your eyes on the mirror.â He whispered before taking his free hand and sliding your panties to the side.
Your eyes planted firmly on your glistening core as he used two fingers to spread it open. You watched as your arousal began leaking from your slit, and your jaw dropped in ecstasy as he collected the fluid on his fingers. His eyes connected to yours in the mirror as he brought his wet fingers up to your lips. Confused, you furrowed your brow. âEven your insides are beautiful. Taste yourself.â He urged, and his words stirred up something within you. Slowly, you opened your mouth and immediately felt his fingers press against your tongue. You wrapped your lips around his middle and ring fingers; sucking your own sweet juices off of them and moaning at the heat of the scenario as his eyes burned into yours through the reflection in the mirror.
âGood girl.â He praised once you released his fingers, before moving them back down to your throbbing core. As soon as his fingers connected with your clit, you released a breathy moan and screwed your eyes shut in relief. âOpen your eyes sweetheart, and look at how fucking beautiful you look.â He demanded sweetly into your ear, making it impossible for you to even consider disobeying him. Through your droopy eyelids you watched, mouth agape, as his ringed fingers massaged your bundle of nerves; their circular motions hypnotizing you. You also took a moment to admire your body as it writhed in anticipatory pleasure â your sweat-coated breasts heaving as you gasped for breath. Matt rested his chin on your shoulder â his left hand still caressing your tits â as he watched in awe at your various expressions of pleasure.
âLook at your pretty pink pussy, baby. And look how unbelievably beautiful you look when you bite your lip. God, I could cum in my pants just from watching you feel good.â His words were equal parts sweet and filthy in your ears, and they added to the pleasure you felt building up within you. Suddenly, his left hand moved from your tits down your stomach and towards your core. You watched in awe as he swirled two fingers around your opening teasingly, and practically screamed out once he slammed them into you. Wasting no time, his curled fingers pumped in and out of you rapidly, hitting your spongey g-spot each time.
âF-fuck Matty, feels so good.â You managed to get out through breathless moans. âMmm.â He purred, âLooks so good too, doesnât it? Your pretty juices like honey dripping from my fingers. Tell me how pretty it looks.â You whined before obliging. âI-itâs so pretty.â You watched his reflection as he shook his head and smirked. âGood baby, but itâs not just your juices. Itâs you thatâs so pretty. Say it.â As he waited for your response, he nipped delicately at your neck. âI-Iâm s-so pretty.â Your voice was shaky as your mind was overtaken by your impending orgasm that was very quickly approaching. You felt Mattâs lips turn up in a smile against your neck. âThatâs right. And just wait till you cum princess, thereâs nothing more beautiful than that.â His words caused your walls to flex around his pumping fingers and your stomach tensed from the familiar feeling.
âG-gonna cum baby.â You cried out, tucking your chin into your shoulder and arching your back off of his chest as your orgasm began to roll through your body. Suddenly, Matt pulled his fingers out of your core and grabbed onto your throat, gently straightening your head up once again. âWatch yourself cum, Y/n.â He rasped into your ear and you watched through blurred vision as your fucked out face contorted into one filled with pleasure as your orgasm tore through your body. Still rubbing your clit at full tilt, Matt filled the space between you both with muttered praises; his eyes firmly planted to your face as he almost fell apart himself from the view in front of him.
Once you came down from your high, Matt wrapped both of his arms tightly around you; leaving small kisses on your skin as he waited for you to catch your breath. âI donât ever want you to have negative thoughts about yourself like that ever again.â He stated as he rubbed your soft skin gently. Still waiting for the fog around your fucked out brain to clear, you could do nothing more than hum in acknowledgment. âI mean it, Y/n. I get that having insecurities is normal, but, when I look at you, I swear to god I canât see a single flaw.â Your eyes fluttered open and connected with his in the mirror. âYou are perfect, Y/n. And Iâm not just saying that.â Giving him a small smile, your heart did leaps in your chest at his heartfelt testament. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and when you took a moment to look at yourself again in the mirror, you realized that maybe he did have a point.
Even through your makeup, your cheeks were filled with a lively glow that wasnât there before. Your eyes seemed to glisten in the light, and your lips were swollen and pink. You would have expected your hair to be messed up, but Mattâs hands running through it had actually made it fall exactly they way you had hoped it would when you were styling it. You still struggled with your bloating, but flashbacks of your body squirming sensually under Mattâs touch â and the residual satisfaction of your orgasm a reminder of just how good your body could feel â allowed you to find a new appreciation for it. Feeling a lump form in your throat just as it had when you tried on your black dress â this time for an entirely different reason â you gazed adoringly at Matt. âThank you baby.â You whispered before turning around and planting a deep kiss to his lips.
âIt was my pleasure, sweetheart.â He responded, both of his hands on either side of your face so he could stare at it up close. âYou think youâre up for dinner still? Because let me tell you, youâre on a whole other level of sexy when youâre shovelling steak into your mouth.â You erupted into giggles at this, and wrapped your arms around his neck. âIâm serious.â He continued, his voice filled with laughter. âYou think I have blue balls now, just wait until after dinner. They might explode.â You shoved his shoulders playfully at this, and hoisted yourself up to your feet to find your discarded dress. âYou add a lobster to my dinner plate, and I might just be able to help you out with that on our way back.â
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The Daycare Attendant and Their Dialogue
A little ramble on some of the things I've noticed about their ways of speaking. This post ended up being predominantly about how they refer to one another. Most of this is speculation mixed in with my own views on them and their relationship, without discarding some other possible alternatives (for instance, although I do view them as two AIs that heavily rely on each other to function properly, I do not cast aside the interpretation that they are the same person).
(note: although I have played SB and Ruin, I did not play HW2 myself. All I know about that game has been through let's plays).
Sun is, obviously, the chattier of the two. Not only are his sentences longer, he speaks more of them in a row than Moon does - in fact, we only see Moon going on and on in Ruin (which we will discuss later).
Both of them use a lot of repetitions when speaking. From their infamous "clean up, clean up" line, to Sun's panicked "you like glitter glue? I have glitter glue!" and "light's on! Light's on! Keep the generators on!", to Moon's "hidey hide, hide away" and "bad children must be punished. Bad children must be found", "knock knock", etc. One of the first things Eclipse says is also a repetition ("warning, warning"). They appear to occasionally rhyme their words too, or at the very least use similar sounds in their sentences. This is a robot that works with young children, so it's not surprising.
On that same vein, their main insult to misbehaving children (and employees... or at least Cassie's dad) is also a repetition: "naughty, naughty" (which turns into "naughty boy" for Gregory), "rulebreaker, rulebreaker", and "bad kid, bad kid". In fact, it appears they repeat words more often when they're mad/stressed (Sun's no no nos, Moon freaking out in Ruin). Taking into account they get mad pretty easily when things don't go their way, it's not surprising we hear it so often, but it's neat.
Although both of them speak in an almost song like manner, with Sun's run on sentences flowing well between one another, Moon is the one where this is more evident due to how much shorter his lines are.
Moon is also the one who speaks in a more childish manner. Not only are his phrases shorter, he doesn't articulate them as much as Sun does, and seems to prefer shorter words and sounds, especially giggles. This makes Sun appear more developed. Key word being appear.
Sun tends to speak as if he's entertaining a crowd, doing his best to keep the attention on himself while trying to keep it fun. This is most evident in his level explanation parts in HW2, but it's also clear in SB. In Ruin, this is absent for... obvious reasons.
Both of them are somehow direct in their way of giving orders/saying what they want to do. When they can't be direct, they find workaround truths in order to conceal what they truly want to say, while keeping the main order clear (such as Sun saying the player will hurt their eyes if they work in the dark and ordering them to keep the lights on, rather than saying Moon will kill them so keep that room bright. Direct, but nicer).
Not at all important to FNAF speech lore but I think it's funny: Sun says the infamous Vanny line during the daycare intro section. "Are you having fun yet? (Are ya, are ya?)". 0.5 seconds after Gregory just stands there, which coincidentally is what Vanny does 0.5 seconds after Gregory gets into a vent (numbers exaggerated). I don't know. I just think it's funny. Replaying the daycare section after hearing Vanny yapping that line non stop gave me flashbacks.
The way they refer to each other and the pronouns they use are an entire thing, so let me separate it in two parts.
So that this post doesn't become scrolling hell on the tags, I'll keep it below the read more line:
Sun
Sun is the one who refers to himself the most. He frequently uses "I" or "me" when talking about himself, and does it way more often than Moon. Examples of this are "I have glitter glue!", "I'm stuck in a nap", "it really speaks to me", "I feel dumber just looking at it" - you get the point by now. The reason I'm going hard on this point is to contrast his way of speaking to Moon's.
When it comes to him referring to Moon, we only ever hear it twice. In HW2 he says "He'll wake up if the lights go out!". In Ruin, he says "Not me, the other me!". Besides those two voice lines, he merely alludes to Moon without ever mentioning him by name or by pronouns (such as when he says he'll turn the lights off himself, implying he'll let Moon deal with you, or when he says you can't work in the dark and instead of saying the real reason as to why, he cuts himself and goes "You'll- hurt your eyes if you work in the dark").
This is interesting for two reasons: one, we only see him directly mention his counterpart when he's in a ruined state (the HW2 voice line comes from the mask off section, when they're broken down. At least I think so); two, he simultaneously views Moon as separate from himself ("he'll wake up") and as a part of himself/another side of himself ("the other me"). You can take that as them really being the same "person", or as a reflection of their complicated body sharing situation. Take it as you will.
As far as referring to himself and Moon at the same time, he only does it in Ruin when he states "We need to be whole".
Moon
The way Moon structures his sentences means that he seldomly actually refers to himself directly. For instance, he doesn't say "I will find you" or "I will punish you", putting himself as the subject of the sentence. Instead, he puts others as the subject, wording it as "Bad children must be found" and "Bad children must be punished". This is consistent across all of his voice lines except one... Well, technically two.
To get it out of the way: there's a deleted voice line where he says "I'm putting you in time out", a line he and Sun share and which worked the same way the clean up one does - them saying the same thing, a push towards them being the same person ordeal.
The only in-game time he refers to himself directly is in Ruin. This line is also the only time he refers to both himself and Sun as a duo. This line is also the longest line of dialogue Moon has.
"(groaning noises) Naughty! Naughty! Make it stop! The light makes us hurt! Grind Grind! Grinding gears inside my head! We can't move. Error! Error!"
This line, much like Sun's, is interesting for various reasons. Even though Sun is no longer with him (being stuck in the VR world and separate from Moon, shown by how Moon can't move because the lights are on but his body can't shift into Sun, so he's completely stuck), he first refers to himself as a "us" - adding Sun into the mix. Then he refers to himself alone, "my head" instead of "ours", before going right back to a plural.
We can assume one of three things here: one, Moon refers to himself as a we more often, adding Sun into the mix, a complete opposite of his counterpart who typically speaks in singulars; or two, Sun is not as absent as he appears and in that moment he is in fact with Moon, just stuck on the passenger sit, hurting alongside him; or three, this is merely an effect of this being in the Ruin DLC where the whole point of the daycare section is to fuse Sun and Moon into the Eclipse, so the writers decided to bring the point home further. If you have more options, feel free to add them.
Side note: This voiceline also shows Moon's speaking patterns pretty well. Putting "the light" as the subject instead of "we/I", the rhyming, the repetition, the clipped sentences compared to Sun's endless ones, the noises, the scratchiness, the vague childlike mannerism... All ending with "we can't move", way more straight to the point, said right before he freezes up, which deviates from the "other subject first then me" rule due to the pain tearing through him at the moment.
Moon does not call Sun "the other me" or anything similar in any of the games. He never refers to Sun as if he too was Sun. However, we can assume his view on their situation probably mirrors Sun's - being in the same body and all -, so take it as you will.
And as for Moon referring to Sun as a separate individual... He does not refer to him as a "he". Instead, he actually mentions his counterpart by name, saying "No more Sun". Meaning he's the only one of the the two that has canonically used his other side's name. I think it's interesting how the least chatty one is the one actually calling the other by name and not the other way around. And yes, you can say it's a way of speaking and he's referring to the concept of the sun rather than saying his name, but taking into consideration Sun never utters the word moon, I'd say it's still quite a big thing.
In my headcanon land, due to the happenings at the Pizzaplex, Sun is probably too embarrassed and mortified to even mention Moon. Moon, on the other hand, has no reason to have such troubles besides hating Sun for (in his perspective) keeping him locked in a prison of light. So for me, it makes sense we never see Sun saying Moon's name, and it makes it more impactful when he actually acknowledges Moon as the other me rather than a he.
Eclipse
I lied there's three parts.
Eclipse has very few voice lines. The only one that matters here is "We need to clean this place up before we can open in the morning." This is pretty straight to the point: Eclipse, unlike Sun and Moon, doesn't use an "I". They immediately speak in the plural. They do not view themselves as just Eclipse, but rather as both Sun and Moon combined, at the same time.
As for the DCA being two AIs or one... in Ruin, Sun thanks Cassie after Eclipse is activated. It's left ambiguous. You can say Sun speaking afterwards proves they're not one and the same, "with the Sun and Moon AIs still running separately somehow", or you can assume Eclipse existing doesn't mean Sun and Moon can't keep doing their thing under safe mode, albeit in a less chaotic manner, allowing Sun's voice to come through but not making him any less Moon - he is Moon, he is Sun, and they are complicated yet very simple.
I believe in whichever version is more convenient at any given time, with a preference for "two codependent AIs" given what the games show us. Although, going by everything I collected here, the only theory I believe to just not be supported by canon at all is the one with Eclipse as a separate thing all together. Eclipse refers to themselves as a "we', not an "I". Eclipse activates when you make Sun and Moon "whole". It canonically makes no sense for Eclipse to be a third thing. (Please remember this is a post about what's in the games, the canon of FNAF. AUs and fandom or whatever, you do you).
That's it. Hope you enjoyed my rambling. Uh artblog unpaid promotion @tagidearte thank you for making it this far.
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With your hands full, you use your elbow to push the doorknob and nudge the door open with your shoulder. You enter Ghostâs office, shutting the door behind you with your foot.
He stands with his back turned to the door, focused on the map spread across his desk. He looks over his shoulder and narrows his eyes as they fall upon the box in your hands. Although he doesnât say it, the message is clearâheâs waiting for an explanation. You donât blame him; anyone in his shoes would do the same.
âI need your help,â you announce.
âAbsolutely not,â he replies, returning to the map.
âIâm serious.â
âMe too,â he murmurs, scribbling something on the paper. âOut. Now.â
âSeriously, man?â you protest, stomping your foot once on the floor.
He stops mid-writing, lets the pencil fall, and slowly turns halfway towards you. It must be the casual âmanâ you threw at him; otherwise, nothing would explain how he looks at you now, with one of his eyebrows so high up that itâs threatening to escape his forehead and shoot out of his balaclava.
âPlease,â you whisper. âJust this one time.â
He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. âWhat do you want?â He asks.
âI need to hide this,â you explain and slightly lift the box in your hands.
He throws a brief glance at the box, then back at you. âElaborate,â he orders. âWhat is it?â
âCake,â you reveal.
âCake,â he repeats and gestures with his hands to speak further.
âFor Price,â you explain. âItâs his birthday.â
âI know,â he says, shrugging. âWhy hide it?â
âItâs a surprise,â you reply. âHe doesnât know.â
He clicks his tongue and turns his attention back to the map. âI think the captain is well aware that today is his birthday,â he murmurs.
âWill you please stop with the jokes?â you plead, throwing a quick glance at the door. âHe saw me carrying it, and I think heâs suspicious.â
âNonsense!â he chuckles while continuing to write on the map. âThere is nothing suspicious about someone wandering around a military base holding a....â He turns back and looks at your hands. âPink and white striped box with gold lettering embossed at the top; what the hell.â
âWhat can I say?â you snap. âLuletteâs patisserie ran out of camo boxes.â
He huffs and redirects his attention to the map, sketching out little arrows and making notations. He gets on your nerves like that, yet he never fails to lend you a hand when needed. You just need to be more pragmatic. Convince him.
âPlease,â you beg. âThis is the safest place to hide it; nobody dares to come here without permission.â
He tosses the pencil again on the map, this time more forcefully, and swivels his entire body towards you, crossing his arms and leaning on the desk.
âYet here you are, in my office, permission or not,â he barks and points toward the door. âOut, now.â
âItâs an emerg-â
âI wonât repeat it.â
âBut-â
Thereâs a knock on the door. You both turn towards the sound.
âWhoâs that?â Ghost asks.
âPrice,â the voice responds from behind the door.
You turn your head towards Ghost, and he meets your gaze. The once scornful expression he had is now replaced with urgency.
He quickly looks around and motions for you to get under the desk; it has a modesty panel that graces the floor, making it a good enough place to conceal yourself and the box. You run toward your hiding spot and crawl under it while mouthing an âI told you soâ to him. He brings his index finger to his mouth while pushing your head further into the opening. You bring your knees to your chest and balance the box there. Ghost quickly sits on top of the desk and picks up the phone.
âCome in.â He shouts.
The door swings open, and Ghost theatrically shuts the phone. He apologises to Price for the delay, explaining that he âwas on the phone with one of the Sergeants discussing the upcoming mission.â You hear Price approaching, and Ghost dives right into the mission details without letting him get any closer.
After the lieutenant finishes his briefing, thereâs something about the operation being on a tight timeline, how the captain needs everyone to be on point and Ghost assuring him how prepared the team is. They then delve into specifics and strategies, and you hear the map rustling, tapping fingers on the wooden surface above you, scribbling with the pencils and some subtle shifts in posture here and there.
Suddenly, Priceâs voice changes direction, and you hear him walking around the desk. Ghost walks towards your hiding place and pushes his office chair closer, squeezing you further towards the modesty panel. You look up and listen to papers being lifted up. You hold your breath, and your heart pulses in your ears.
âAre these the documents for the mission?â Price asks.
âYes, sir.â Ghost replies.
âGood.â The captain exclaims. âLetâs meet with the team and finalise the plans in the briefing room in an hour.â
âUnderstood,â Ghost says, and you hear Price distancing himself from your hiding spot, leaving the room.
Ghost waits a few moments, ensuring the door is closed, and Price is far away, before knocking on the desk twice, signalling that it is safe for you to emerge from under the desk. You put the box on the desk and slowly crawl out.
âI told you it was an emergency,â you repeat. âYou didnât listen.â
He doesnât respond but grabs the box and walks towards the bookshelf.
âWhat cake is it?â He asks as he squats in front of a cabinet and places the box there.
âItâs a fruit tart.â
âChristâs sake,â he grunts as he shuts the cabinet. âWho in their right mind picks a bloody fruit tart for a birthday cake.â
âCaptain likes fruit tarts.â You remind him.
He stands up and walks behind his desk. âBe back in half an hour,â he states, looking at his watch. âWeâll do it after the briefing, where everyone will be present.â
âYes, sir.â You nod and walk towards the door.
âAnd no poppers, no sparklers, no party horns.â He clarifies.
âWhat about party hats?â You ask.
âParty hats are fine.â He murmurs. âThey donât make any noise.â
âShould I save one for you, sir?â
He slowly shoots you the same look he did when you stepped into his office. âI donât know.â He murmurs as he tilts his head. âShould you?â
âI guess not.â You whisper and clasp your hands.
âYou guess right.â He whispers back. âNow, and for the final time, go.â
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hot nâ heavy
18+. mdni. smut. breeding kink if you squint! exhusband!eddie
part two to yours, forever! i truly believe they would have three sons and one little girl that comes after râs second divorceđ¤ the p3 to this is my favourite however, i have some pornstar!eddie is reallyyyy want to get out before itâs posted hehe. pls ignore any mistakes i am so tired
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eddie hadnât ever lied about you still being the only woman in his life, heâd dated around after the divorce but had never, ever found anyone that came close to you.Â
he does suppose that you were together for fourteen years. he feels like at that point, you were stuck together for life.Â
and yet, he canât fucking wait.Â
sat on one of wayneâs loungers just waiting for you to walk through that gate and spot her.Â
heâd sorta been seeing ashley for the past couple months or so, mostly just hooking up during those dry spells where you were content with your marriage.Â
wayneâs annual barbecue was coming up and so heâd had the bright idea to ask her along, truthfully just to get you talking to him again.Â
nice girl, pretty too but he knew youâd be furious.Â
the kids bounce through the yard first, barely saying hi to eddie first before clambering on top of wayne as they usually did.Â
you shuffle through next, the far-too-short dress sitting just around your thighs, a blatant attempt at garnering his attention. though you were no match for him, eddie had the petty game nailed down since 1998. from the moment youâd handed him those divorce papers, heâd taken it upon himself to piss you off as much as humanly possible.Â
you havenât realised yet, made obvious by the wide smile on your face. giving half-assed hugs to the various members of his family that sprawled around the garden, waiting for him last.Â
but you donât hug him, standing in front of the lounge chair with a frown, looking his outfit up and down. âi didnât realise you were coming,â you quip.Â
fucking lie.Â
your dress wouldnât have been half as revealing if youâd actually thought he wasnât going to be here.Â
eddie scoffs, sitting up in his chair, âwhy wouldnât i be?â cocking his head to the side, waiting for the perfect moment to introduce ashley. Â
âoh i donât know, thought youâd be too busy pretending you can play guitar,â shrugging sweetly, but not backing off.Â
his eyes narrow, biting his tongue to unleash the true beast, âhave you met ashley?â gesturing towards the young blonde with a side smirk from hell, âsheâs been so excited to meet the kids!â
your brows furrow, lip curling in disgust. he loves even more that you donât try to hide it, practically retching in front of her face. Â
sharp eyes flicker over to her, ânice to meet you.. ashley,â but your hand doesnât extend for her to shake, instead you flounce off without waiting for her reply.Â
âdave not here?â eddie jeers, holding the cool bottle of beer just before his snarling lips.Â
âheâs at work,â you snap back, âyou know what that is?â snarky in all your glory, sitting on the furthest, most opposite chair you could find.Â
thatâs alright, he can almost see right up your dress from here, purposely no doubt.Â
wayne must have found that hilarious, bursting into a maniacal laughter, never on the side of his own flesh and blood.Â
pfft.Â
whatever.Â
it wouldnât be long before your dress was bunched up against your hips and-
â-eddie?â ashley barks from beside, snapping him out of maladaptive wet daydream, âcan you show me the bathroom?â batting her eyelashes.Â
holy fuck. the regret of ever inviting her had began to seep in, because in actuality, it had done absolutely nothing worthwhile in making you jealous.Â
he nods, concealing the annoyance on his face by clearing his throat, guiding the poor girl past his relatives judging eyes and into the house.Â
she grabs ahold of his hand, trying to pull him into the bathroom alongside of her. blinking rapidly when he stays put.Â
âmy kids are here,â he whispers, yanking his hand back, âi really canât,â he could, he had a hundred times. just not with her.Â
she pouts, dropping her shoulders in a huff, quickly pulling the door closed as eddie rushes off outside again. he couldnât have you thinking he was screwing around with her now.
your eyes follow him from the door to his seat, wayne leaning over to whisper not-so-quietly about him.
he can read something along the lines of midlife crisis, wayneâs bellowing laugh after pretty much solidifies that theory. eddieâd be much more angry if he didnât find it so endearing, wayne loved you more than eddie did, he was certain of that.Â
wayne pats your shoulder before sending a sharp glance at eddie, a warning sign heâd seen, and ignored, many a times.Â
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an hour of meaningless banter and fake affection later, eddie finds his opportunity.Â
you had disappeared off under the guise of helping in the kitchen, but he knows itâs an invite of sorts. you werenât as nonchalant as you thought you were, sliding your gaze over his and then immediately at the open door.
a blind man couldâve picked up on that for christ sake.
he saunters off through the door, no doubt you were in there messing about with the salads or doing the dishes like you normally did. the garden is too loud for anyone to realise anyway, he figures heâs got a good fifteen minutes before anyone questions where youâve both gone.Â
you glance up at him walking through the door but choose not to speak, plating up the anaemic looking potato salad his aunt had made.Â
âyou not speaking to me today?â standing on the opposite side of the island, picking at the bowl of chips.Â
âi have nothing to say to you,â turning up your nose to continue dumping the grey slop into a bowl.Â
âthatâs a lie,â eddie chuckles, leaning over the marbled counter, âi know you have loads of things you want to say to me today.â
you look up briefly, staring daggers into his soul, âwhy donât you go back outside with your little girlfriend and leave me alone?â
eddie sighs rather sarcastically, âone, not my girlfriend and two, iâd rather be in here with you,â walking his fingers over the counter towards you.Â
you scoff, but he knows youâre not serious because if you were, youâd have thrown the spoon at his head and laughed as it got tangled in his curls.Â
âcâmon,â he beckons, nodding towards the stairs.Â
when wayne had announced that heâd be selling the trailer in favour of a house, eddie think he physically jumped for joy.Â
living with wayne and a pregnant you in that tiny metal box had began to drive him utterly insane, especially once wayne had retired and he had an approximate five minute window to have sex every day.Â
you glance out of the window, making sure that no one would follow you up the stairs, before sighing and begrudgingly trailing behind him.Â
âdonât worry, they wonât even notice,â slipping into the box room and shutting the door as discreetly as possible.Â
to be honest, youâd lived in this room just as long as he had, it was yours as much as it was his. some of your posters still stay stuck to the walls, pictures of the two of you that youâd framed still linger.Â
eddie waits with baited breath for you to start, prepared for the inevitable rant that was just bubbling to fall out of your lips.Â
you stand poised at the other side for he room, hands on hips, ready to scold, âyouâre seriously pathetic if you think bringing some kid would make me jealous,â clicking your tongue against your teeth, eyes flicking up and down his casual stature.Â
there it is.Â
the tirade of insults heâs been waiting for all night.Â
âi fucking knew thatâd work,â guffawing loudly, âyouâre so angry and i love it,â swigging his beer with far too much confidence.Â
âiâm not angry, iâm disgusted. thereâs a difference,â crossing your arms firmly over your chest.Â
âoh please,â rolling his eyes, âyouâre married for fuck sake,â placing the bottle on his old dresser, the fun was just about to begin.Â
âyeah. i am,â you nod, the deep furrow of your brow only exciting him further, âto someone my own age, not some fucking teenager.â
âsheâs twenty three, actually,â in such a matter-of-fact tone that it makes you seethe, launching forward to twist his collar between your fingers.Â
âyou disgust me,â eyes like slits and a snarl that some rottweilers would be jealous of.Â
âisnât it a bit late for you to start lying like this?â a heavy hand meets your back, pressing your body into his as your heartbeats collide.Â
âfuck you,â moving forward to connect your lips the same time he does, an angry battle that consists of guttural growls and an animalistic need to dominate the kiss.Â
âjust ask me next time sweets,â grabby with his hands as they get comfy on your hips, performing a waltz around the tiny bedroom floor to lie your body sideward on the edge of the bed, legs wrapping tight around his back.Â
âeveryoneâs here,â you breathe, glancing warily towards the window, âwhat if they hear?â
âpssht, not like weâve never done this before,âÂ
this bedroom had once witnessed the most explicit things all the while wayne was downstairs and hopefully oblivious.Â
eddieâs hand glides over your thigh and under your dress, lifting higher until itâs bunched up at your hips, just as heâd pictured.Â
âwear these for me?â he remarks, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your deliberately worn lacy panties.
âmhm,â lifting your hips as they come down, hanging off of your ankle.Â
he breaks apart for what feels like too long, rushing to get his belt unbuckled and his jeans down, before hoisting your calves onto his shoulder, your knees damn near touching your ears as he comes down on top.Â
âjesus christ eds, iâm not twenty five anymore,â gripping onto his forearm for leverage.Â
eddie scoffs, running the leaking head of his cock from your clit to your hole, delighted with the way you shiver and whine.Â
he sighs as his cock slides in, taking one last glance at the window, he wouldnât last long anyway, not in this position.Â
âfuucking hell,â you breathe, tightening your grip on his quivering arms, letting your eyes fall shut.Â
heâs messy, sloppy in the way his hips move, pressed flat against your glistening cunt. if this didnât get you pregnant, he gives up.Â
âi like it when youâre jealous,â he pants, brushing the stray strands of hair from your sticky forehead to get a good glimpse of your fluttering eyes.Â
your nails dig further into his skin, itâd probably hurt if he werenât balls deep inside of you, âfuck off,â your insults punctuated by the slick sounds of your bodyâs meeting.Â
he moves slow, grunting each time his tip nudges against your sweet spot. fuck. the downright pornographic noises of your pussy wrapped him makes him animalistic with need.Â
schlickschlickschlick in time with the old mattress and his balls slapping against your ass.Â
your hands move up above your head, helplessly grabbing at the blanket, fingers untwining in the fabric.Â
âohmygod yes,â head thrown back against the mattress, seemingly no longer bothered about the family gathering just outside.Â
despite being an incoherent babbling mess, your eyes meet his, âdonât.. ever bring her here again,â your whines becoming too loud to hear your words clearly.Â
eddie slaps his palm over your drooling mouth, but he nods, more than happy to comply if it meant he could fuck you like this every time.Â
âonly did it.. to make you jealous,â losing his momentum, the churning in his stomach becoming too much to carry on.Â
youâre too fucked out to reply, whimpering into his palm, the bedsheets twisted between your fingertips. if no one had heard you, it would be nothing short of a miracle, your gasps only partly muffled by his hand.Â
you clench around his cock, calves trembling upon his skin while your hips move on their own, cumming around his cock, his sweaty palm working overtime to silence your loud mouth.Â
eddie doesnât last much longer, biting down onto his lower lip so he doesnât alert the whole house to your precarious position.Â
heâs shaking, collapsing on top of you as his seed paints your walls, saying a silent prayer that this time is the time.Â
âoh.. fuck,â he heaves, sloppily pumping his hips into your leaking cunt before pulling out completely, well aware that you had ran over the fifteen minute allotted time slot he had given you.Â
wayne would have noticed a whole ten minutes ago, surely waiting to make his snarky comments.Â
he lets go of your mouth, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before getting up and as a gentleman does, slides your panties back up and your skirt down.Â
it filled eddie with far too much satisfaction to know youâd have to walk downstairs with a skewed walk and a pussy full of his cum, everybody else none the wiser.Â
âdonât walk down together,â you bite, running frantic fingers through your unkempt hair, attempting to clean the smudged outline of your lipstick.Â
ânobodyâs gonna care,â re-buttoning his jeans as he takes a smug sip of warm beer.Â
you spin on your heel, shooting daggers at his grinning eyes, âyour girlfriend might,â and with that youâre gone, slipping out of the door in a cloud of tangled hair and creased fabric.Â
god, he loves you.Â
far more than should be allowed for two people who are divorced.Â
it was wise for you to go down first, you were a much better liar than eddie ever was.Â
he makes a slow walk downstairs, his belt clinking rather conspicuously as he pulls it tight.Â
wayne stands in the shadows at the bottom, waiting until heâs close to make him piss his pants before speaking, âi donât even wanna know,â shaking his head at his petulant nephew, âdonât ever leave me with that girl again,â a warning, but his eyes are soft, almost cracking as the pieces click into place in his brain.Â
âi wasnât.. i didnât do anything,â but his twitching lips give him away, âand iâm gonna take her home, donât worry,â trying to shuffle past wayne unscathed.Â
his uncle reaches out, smearing his thumb across eddieâs chin, âyou left your fuckinâ lipstick on, dumbass,â only half-disappointed in his nephew, because eddie, and everybody out in that garden knows wayneâd be the first person to celebrate the two of you getting back together.Â
he, rather unsuccessfully, suppresses his grin, walking into the kitchen like he was the luckiest man alive.Â
you stand at the counter, back to him, poking holes into juice boxes, your hair a sudden nest and your dress sitting higher than it had before. anyone would think youâd been doing something you shouldnât.
he slides up right behind you, âiâm gonna go take her home.. are you staying?â hand threatening to creep under your dress again.Â
âyeah, weâll be here,â you confirm without ever looking up.Â
âiâll come back then,â he didnât want to be here without you, youâd done these things as a pair for long that it felt disrespectful to ever entertain the idea of doing it alone.Â
as he turns, he meets wayneâs eye who had either been stood watching the entire time or had only seen his hand grab your ass, either way it wasnât great.Â
his uncleâs eyes say enough, silent in both their judgement and approval.Â
eddie shrugs, walking back into the garden with a terribly hidden smirk and a sickening excitement to get back and see you again. Â
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â á° .á stepdad(dy)!art
TW: smut MDNI - p in v, not proofread, so so much swearing, so much dirty talk oops, fauxcest/stepcest
word count: 2301
ÂĄ! â! a/n aka post-nut clarity : yikes! i am down BAD
âwhere the fuck have you been?â art's voice cut through the empty front foyer, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed as you stumble through the front door.
just a few years ago, art was nothing but a familiar face in tennis circles, your momâs high-profile client from her days as a sports agent. you remembered watching his matches on tv when you were younger. hearing his name murmured around the houseâart donaldson, the untouchable tennis star and his wife, tashi. but that marriage had fallen apart, fast.Â
and then one day, you came home to find him at the dinner table, leaning back in his chair like heâd always belonged there. they were dating, your mom had said, not hiding the glint of satisfaction in her eyes as if sheâd snagged the catch of the century. you never asked how it started, only watched as art slowly slipped from the screen into your everyday life.
art liked itâa family that wasnât a media-fueled whirlwind, even if the kid was closer to his age than to being an actual child.Â
the past few years had gone smoothly enough. art had settled into this new life, used to the late nights your mom spent at the office . . . and then you turned 18. and you were a rebellious mess of late nights and tight dresses and barely concealed fluttery eyelashes. Â
whatever you were doing â if you meant to or not, was working. you were turning heads, catching eyes. and artâs mind had begun to shift as well. darken.Â
he had begun to become infected by this feeling, creeping under his skin like poison. it bloomed inside him, a constant, gnawing need that he hated himself for. his thoughts spiraled, to you, to your body, to the way your mouth moved when you smiled, when you spoke. worst of all, the way the word daddy slipped from your lips effortlessly, so innocently.
âyou reek. are you drunk?â Â
you shake your head ever so slightly as you stumble towards the couch. "no, daddy, don't be ridiculous," you giggled, your words slurring. you adjust up the hem of your sleeveless dress as you spread on the couch, hair falling into your face. "i'm . . . tipsy at best."
art clenches his jaw at the sound of that forbidden word on your lips. his heart pounds in his chest, and he feels it low in his stomach, a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
he knows this is wrong, knows he shouldn't be picturing all the filthy things he wants to do to you, sprawled on the couch under him. "tipsy, my ass. who were you with?" he managed to choke out.Â
you roll your eyes as you look up at him. "my friend sierra. went to a party." you lick your lips slowly, foot reaching out to graze against his leg. "my neck hurts from looking up at you, daddy. si'down."Â
fuck, what are you doing? trying to drive him crazy? it's working. his cock twitches traitorously in his pants, already starting to stiffen at your casual touch. his body moves before his brain can catch up, sinking down onto the cushion beside you. "there. happy now?" he tries to keep his tone gruff, unaffected.Â
you nod slightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips before you lean back with a pout, your eyes heavy. "so . . . what're you gonna do? hm? ground me?" you rest your legs across his lap.
it takes every ounce of his self-control not to reach out and touch you. all he can think how soft your skin must feel, how you would taste if he leaned in and ran his tongue along your inner thigh. his hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. "maybe I should call your mother. let her deal with you. this is ridiculous. "
but even as the words leave his mouth, he knows he won't do it. knows he'll take the fall for you, like always. because despite his better judgment, despite the sickness churning in his gut at his own twisted desires â he can't bear the thought of disappointing you.Â
you just giggled at his scolding, apparently too far gone to care. you shift on the cushions, arch your back slightly. making the flimsy sundress ride up even higher on your thighs, giving art a peek of red lace that he should not be seeing. art swallowed hard, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
 the room is silent for a few moments, artâs confrontation long dissipated.Â
âmomâs gone a lot, hm?â your slurred, shaky voice snaps him out of his daze. you shift closer to him, foot brushing right against his crotch.Â
art inhales sharply, his cock twitching as your foot grazes his straining erection. a flicker of panic passes over his face before he could hide it. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked defensively, crossing his arms, trying to steady himself.
you just smirk up at him, eyes glinting mischievously even through the drunken haze. "oh c'mon, daddy, you know exactly what i mean." you draw out the forbidden word, letting it hang in the charged air between them. lick your lips. bat your lashes oh so innocently. "y'know, 's just that sheâs never around anymore. mus' get real lonely for you.â
âdonât . . .â he choked. art dragged a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. "just go to bed," he stammered wearily, unable to meet your eyes. "we'll talk more about this in the morning when you're sober."
but you donât listen, continue on as if he never said anything â lips curling into a knowing smirk. "mm, poor daddy," you murmur, a soft, taunting lilt to your voice. "donât get much action, iâm sure."Â Â
art exhales sharply, his eyes flicking to yours, then quickly away. âyou need to go to bed.â
you scoot closer, your legs brushing against his. "i donât want to sleep," you murmur, leaning in just enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. "maybe i want some attention. i know you do."Â
âfuck,â he croaked. âstop.â
but you just smile up at him. lean in just a little. "must be hard, having so much to . . . hold in,â you whisper, your fingers trailing lazily along the edge of his sleeve.Â
âplease," he rasped. "we can't. i'm your father, for fuck's sake.â the words sounded weak even to his own ears. his resistance was crumbling by the second, defenses worn down by months of pent-up lust and longing.Â
ânot really.â
"go to bed," he repeats. this time his voice is barely more than a whimper.
"yeah, i'll go to bed . . . but iâll be thinking about you."
art's eyes slid shut as your fingers worked their way beneath the hem of his shirt, nails raking lightly over his abs. a low groan escaped him, the sound foreign to his own ears. he was in so deep, drowning in a sea of forbidden lust.Â
âmhm, iâll be thinking about you, daddy. are you gonâ make me take care of this myself?â Â
art's breath hitched as your fingers trailed lower, brushing against the waistband of his jeans. his hips jerked involuntarily, aching for more contact despite the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to stop this madness.Â
you pressed a kiss to his cheek, slow, wet. he wants to turn his head, to capture your lips with his own. to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. but he can't. he shouldn't.Â
"please," he begs, but he's not even sure what he's asking for anymore. for you to stop? or for you to keep going, to grind against him until he explodes?
"i think you want this jusâ as badly as i do, huh?" your hand slid lower, brushing over the bulge straining against his zipper. "so why don't you stop fighting and just give in?"
and that's when art's careful control shattered. the last thread snapped, and a ragged curse tore from his throat as his hands shot out, grabbing your hips and hauling you onto his lap. capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, he scrabbles at your dress, rips it down.
he kisses you like a drowning man gasping for air, devouring you, pouring all his pent-up desire into the heated embrace. his fingers tangled in you hair, tugging roughly as he angled your head to deepen the kiss. you moan into his mouth, your own hands frantically roaming his chest and shoulders. art feels you grinding against him, the heat searing him even through his clothes.
he broke away from her lips to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. down the column of her throat. "fuck, you drive me crazy," he growled against your skin, nipping at your pulse point.
your head lolls back, a wanton moan spilling from your lips. "please," you whimper, fingers scrabbling at his shirt. "i need you so bad."
art's mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple, sucking and biting as he ground his aching cock against you. his hands found your mouth, and he shoved a finger in. your tongue instinctively curling around the digits, lapping at them greedily. you mewled around his fingers, the sound muffled and desperate as arched into him, your own hands frantically working to undo his belt and zipper. art hissed in pleasure as your freed his throbbing member, stroking him slowly while he continued to ravish your chest. " 'm gonna fuck you so good." his hips rock into your hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.
he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. "i'm going to make you mine," he growls, fingers delving into your panties to stroke your slick folds. "gon' â fuck. gonna stretch this pretty pussy out. yeah? . . . yeah, 's that what you want?"
it's filthy, degrading, everything he knows he shouldn't want. but god help him, he can't stop. you nod desperately as you groan into his touch, grip on his dick loosening for a second when he teases your entrance with a finger. another light brush and he lifts his hand to your mouth, slipping it back inside between your lips before scooching back. pressing his cock to your entrance through your lacy panties. "pl â please," you cry, eyes wide and watery. "fuck me, please."
art groans, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. the heat of you seeps through the lacy fabric, making him throb with need. he rubs his tip against the practically see-through fabric, soaked through with arousal. relishes your needy, breathy moans. he hooks his fingers around your panties and rips them away, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. "look at you," he rasps, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, glistening. ready. "so fucking perfect. fuck â 'm gonna . . . i'm gon' wreck this pussy, baby. make it all mine, yeah?" he slaps his length against your clit, smirking crookedly at the way you whimper. "make you forget about all those other â other little boys, yeah?"
and with that, he notches the head of his dick against your entrance and surges forward, burying himself balls-deep in your tight, slick pussy. you cry out, back arching off the couch as he fills you. stretches you, claims you.
he sets a punishing pace, fucking into you like a man possessed. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by your pornographic moans and his grunts of pleasure "fuckkk," you whine into him languidly, hands scrabbling against his thick arms. "fuck, daddy. you're â you're so fucking big."
he leans down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue. swallows your cries of ecstasy as he pounds into you. he grunts, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "you like this, huh? like daddy's big . . . fuck â big cock splitting you open, hm?"
you nod with a sob, thighs shaking at the relentless snapping of his hips into yours. his fingers find your clit, rubbing mercilessly. pushing you closer to the edge with every touch.
"gonna cum," he warns breathlessly, hips stuttering. "gon' fill your cunt up, baby. breed this pussy."
he leans down to bite at your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin. marking you as his territory.
"cum for me, baby," he demands, voice strained with impending release. "milk â milk me fuckin' dry."
the filthy words send you over the edge, your walls clamping down on him like a vice. you cum with a scream, convulsing around his shaft as he empties himself inside you with a loud moan.
he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sated. for a long moment, he just holds you, nuzzling into your neck. you smile at him like you'd just won the lottery, legs wrapping around his hips.
"am i better than mom?" you whispered into his ear.
he lets out a real, honest-to-god bark of a laugh. "jesus christ," he pants. "you're fucking . . . you're amazing. fucking intense."
understatement of the century. he just fucked his stepdaughter senseless, filled her with his babies, and he's already craving more. fuck, he's in deep. so fucking deep. literally and figuratively.
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Mom!friend reader bringing everyone cute lunches at the bau with personalized little notes for each person đ maybe hotch doesnât even know that you do this for the others too so when someone mentions readers cooking, heâs like âwatâ
personalized
ADORABLE cw; bau!fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, fluff and aaron being cute <3
the pace at which aaron was moving must've been more intense than he intended and realized; as he hurried past jj's desk, the small draft that followed caused a small piece of paper to flutter to the ground.
uttering an apology, aaron immediately reached down to pick it up. however it had landed face up, and his eyebrows furrowed in small confusion as he caught a glimpse of its contents.
your familiar handwriting kept his eyes, instead of peering away as he normally would - 'my sweet jj! thank you so much for your help on the arizona case file, you're a total lifesaver and your expertise is always appreciated, hope you know that. enjoy <3 ps - your new lavender sweater is the cutest. must plan a shopping day w/ pen soon!'
aaron's eyebrows stayed in that confused line, his eyes shifting up to jj's in a silent question.
"came with the cookies." jj answered for him, pointing her head towards the tupperware container perched on her desktop.
instantly aaron's mind made the connection - so that's why you were up late baking. that made more sense; the time you had spent baking was much too long for the small plateful quantity he had found reserved for him and jack this morning.
"pretty girl sure knows how to cook." derek added into the conversation as he approached the cluster of desks, raising his hand to pat aaron on the back but stopped himself halfway - aaron shot him a pointed look, hiding his own amusement, while jj attempted to conceal her smile with her palm.
another eyebrow furrow. "and when have you had her cooking?"
"here and there. always comes with a note too. i could just about fill a desk drawer with how many i have." derek admitted, with his signature, vivid grin. "she may be yours, we get special treatment too, y'know."
a bit later, you strolled into aaron's office, juggling numerous files in your hands.
"as requested," you started, dropping them firmly onto aaron's desk. "five action reports, minus dave's. he told me when you're as experienced and italian as he is, you can slack off and kinda get away with it. but i think that's his fancy way of admitting he's old." you joked with a eye roll.
"thank you," aaron flashed you a smile, sorting through his current papers. assuming that was all, you spun on your heel to head out and return to the everlasting joy of paperwork, but, aaron's voice stopped you.
"hey hold it, c'mere a sec."
you pulled back one of the chairs in front of hiss desk, the legs producing a scraping noise against the floorboards, but aaron gestured for you to come around. your eyes darted in the direction of his open blinds, then back at him. 'you sure?'
aaron nodded in confirmation. and if you needed any more convincing, once in reach you were pulled onto his lap, his hold on you tight.
if he wasn't being a stickler on the open affection, neither were you; you relaxed yourself against him just as you would normally, your body melting into his and throwing your arms loosely around his neck. "what's up?"
"i didn't know you wrote the team notes."
"oh," you laughed softly, with a light shake of your head. by habit your fingers ran along the skin of aaron's neck, scratching the nape of his hair gently. "yeah, if i bring in lunch or a treat or something. or both. or sometimes just because. an appreciation reminder."
aaron nodded, his fingers drumming against your hip comfortably.
"that's not a problem, is it?"
"well," aaron pretended to think, his hand changing motions and sliding up and down your side, "yes."
"actually?" you blurted as your own fingers paused. that wasn't the answer you expected, and it caused a rush of nervous heat to pool within you. until, you saw the feigned, solemn expression on his face.
aaron peered down at you, his playful eyes canceling out the forced pout on his lips. under his breath, he mumbled humorously, "i thought i was the only one getting notes."
you laughed brightly, the joy within the sound immediately bringing a smile to aaron's lips. "oh don't worry, they don't get the lipstick smooch on theirs. that's reserved for you and you only."
"i would hope not."
"or the, occasional... explicitness."
"again, i would hope not." aaron laughed again. his lips graced your temple, lingering gently as he spoke, "you're sweet."
"a very wise, very attractive person once said, 'people need to know they're important'." your lips quirked into a loving smile, a glint in your eyes. "thought this would be an easy way - i learned from the best."
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Protect You - Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Summary: You come into work injured and Hotch accidentally outs your relationship
Words: 1.8K
Warnings: None really
Notes: I honestly don't know where this one came from but enjoy hehe
Y/Nâs POV
As I step into the familiar confines of the BAU bullpen, a sigh of relief escapes my lips upon noticing itâs only Spencer present as the others always arrive later. Hotch and Rossi must be holed up in their offices, shielding them from witnessing the bruised left side of my face and the split lip that Iâm trying to conceal with my hair, keeping my head down. I would try make-up but theyâre profilers, weâre profilers, thereâs no point hiding any of it as theyâll work it out.Â
Every moment reminds me of the ache throbbing on my face, a constant reminder of the altercation that occurred early this morning. I try to mask the discomfort with a tight-lipped smile, but I know Spencer sees through it the moment his gaze flickers up from the file heâs absorbed in. His eyes widen in concern, and heâs on his feet so fast his chair clatters to the ground, abandoning his document to rush to my side.Â
I appreciate his silent understanding, his quick grasp of the situation without needing an explanation. It's moments like these that remind me why the BAU feels like family.
âHey,â Spencerâs voice is gentle, his concern palpable as he takes in my appearance, eyes flickering over the bruises, assessing whether I need medical or not, âWhat happened to you?âÂ
I offer a weak shrug, sliding onto my desk so Spencer can slide into my chair like we usually sit, waiting for Emily, JJ and Morgan to arrive, âOh just a little accident.â I murmur, trying to downplay the severity of it, though the pain pulses with each word. Spencer raises his eyebrows, scoffing lightly, drawing a heavy sigh from me, I relent, knowing I canât actually keep it from my best friend, âJessica might have found me in Hotchâs bed this morning after he left to be here early,â I pause, letting that sink in first, the fact I was in our bossâ bed, âShe⌠well, she punched me and I just left her⌠sheâs still grieving and itâs been just over a year nowâŚâÂ
Spencer's hand finds mine, a silent gesture of solidarity amidst the chaos. And in that moment, I'm grateful for his unwavering support, his quiet strength anchoring me to reality when everything feels like it's spiralling out of control, âAre you going to tell Hotch?âÂ
Before I can respond, the authoritative timbre of Hotchâs voice cuts through the air, drawing my gaze towards his office. Instinctively, I turn my head away, a futile attempt to shield him from the truth of what his ex-sister-in-law had down to me. But itâs too late. The damage is already written across my bruised face, a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted in the early hours of the morning.Â
Hotch strides into the bullpen, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on me, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion. "Tell me what?" His voice is clipped, demanding answers that I'm not ready to give. Spencer gets up from my chair and moves over to where the coffee station is, staying within hearing distance but giving us enough privacy.Â
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of Hotch's gaze bearing down on me like a heavy burden. "It's nothing, Hotch," I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper as I keep my head bowed, unwilling to meet his gaze. But I can sense his skepticism, his unwavering determination to uncover the truth lurking beneath my hesitant words.
Before I can protest further, Hotch grips my chin with a gentle finger and thumb, forcing me to raise my face and meet his gaze. The shock that flashes across his features sends a shiver down my spine, his expression morphing from concern to horror, then to simmering anger barely contained beneath the surface.Â
His voice is low, a dangerous undercurrent lacing his words as he practically growls, âWho did this to you?âÂ
I try to shake my head free from his grip but he wonât let me, cognac eyes full of anger as he searches my face. Every part of my wants to submit to him but I canât ruin the last bit of Haley he has left by telling him and he finally sighs. He takes a risk and presses his forehead to mine, eyes closing and taking a deep breath before heâs letting me go and taking a step back just as the bullpen doors open. With one final lingering look he turns to the others and tells them to meet him in the meeting room in ten.Â
As Spencer intercepts Hotch on his way back to his office, a sense of foreboding settles over the bullpen, amplifying the tension already thick in the air. I watch, heart sinking, as Spencer murmurs something to Hotch, the words lost in the charged atmosphere. Hotch's head snaps up, his entire demeanour shifting in an instant. Even from behind, I can sense the fury radiating off him, a palpable force that sends a shiver down my spine. Whatever Spencer said has stirred a tempest within Hotch, one that threatens to consume everything in its path.
Before I can comprehend the gravity of the situation, Derek's voice breaks through the tense silence, his concern evident in the way he addresses me. "Oh shittt, what happened to you, baby girl?" he asks, his usually jovial tone replaced by genuine worry.Â
Spencer slumps back into my chair, his expression somber as Derek rounds the desk to his, drawing Emily and JJ's attention in the process. In moments like these, the boundaries between colleagues blur, replaced by the unspoken bonds of friendship and camaraderie that define us as a team. They crowd around me, their questions a chorus of concern as they inspect the bruises marring my skin. Despite their genuine care, I can feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions lingering in the air like a heavy fog.Â
Just as I'm about to ask them to drop it, a voice cuts through the chaos, echoing from Hotch's office with a force that silences the entire bullpen. "HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON HER?!" Hotch's voice booms, despite his door and blinds being shut, reverberating off the walls with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.
A stunned silence settles over the bullpen, the air thick with tension as Hotch's voice echoes through the confines of his office, despite the closed door and drawn blinds. His words hang in the air like a heavy pall, commanding attention and demanding justice. The sudden yelling draws Rossi out of his office, his expression a mix of concern and confusion as he surveys the scene unfolding before him. It's rare to witness Hotch lose his composure, and even rarer to hear him raise his voice with such raw intensity.Â
But, as the seconds tick by, the tension in the air becomes almost palpable, a tangible force that hangs heavy around us. We exchange uncertain glances, the weight of Hotch's anger casting a shadow over the once tranquil atmosphere of the bullpen. And then, just as quickly as it began, Hotch's voice rises again, the sound muffled by the closed door of his office. Despite the distance, his words carry with them a sense of finality, a declaration of his unwavering resolve, âI CAN DATE WHO I WANT, YOU DONâT GET TO DICTATE IF Y/N IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.âÂ
As Hotch's voice reverberates through the closed door of his office, his words cut through the heavy silence like a knife. The weight of his declaration hangs heavy in the air, leaving us all stunned into silence.
Derek's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth slightly agape as he processes the implications of Hotch's words. Emily's eyes widen, a mixture of shock and admiration reflecting in her gaze as she exchanges a quick glance with JJ. Spencer, ever the observer, remains stoic, his expression unreadable as he absorbs the gravity of Hotch's statement.Â
The realisation settles over us like a heavy blanket, each of us grappling with the implications of Hotch's unwavering resolve. In that moment, it's clear that he's not just defending my honour; he's asserting his autonomy, refusing to be swayed by the opinions or judgments of others. And as the echoes of his words fade into the background, we're left in a stunned silence, the weight of the moment pressing down upon us like a tangible force. For a brief moment, the chaos of the world outside fades away, replaced by the quiet intensity of the bullpen.Â
But our reverie is short-lived as Hotch reemerges from his office, his face flushed with anger and frustration. His gaze sweeps over us, a silent command to gather ourselves and move forward. Without a word, he gestures towards the conference room, his authoritative presence brooking no argument.Â
As the rest of the team practically rushes towards the conference room, driven by the urgency of the moment, I find myself lingering behind. The weight of everything that has transpired settles heavily upon my shoulders, anchoring me to the spot as I struggle to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I remain perched on the edge of my desk, head bowed, my hands suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. The sound of familiar footsteps draws nearer, the rhythmic cadence echoing through the empty space of the bullpen. And then, like a beacon in the darkness, Hotch's shiny smart shoes appear in my line of sight, his presence casting a warm glow against the backdrop of uncertainty.Â
He says my name softly, a gentle reminder that I'm not alone in this moment of vulnerability. I lift my gaze to meet his, finding solace in the depths of his unwavering gaze. There's a tenderness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous journey we've embarked upon together.Â
In that moment, he looks at me like I've hung the stars, like I'm a goddess deserving of reverence and adoration. It's a gaze that speaks volumes, a silent confession of the depth of his feelings. And then, with a gentle touch, his hand reaches out to cup my unbruised cheek, his touch a balm against the ache of the morning's events. In the stillness of the bullpen, he draws me into a soft kiss, a silent promise of solidarity and unwavering support. In that fleeting moment, time stands still, the chaos of the world fading away as we find solace in each other's embrace. And as we pull away, the weight of the world feels a little lighter, buoyed by the strength of the bond that binds us together.
With a silent understanding, we rise from the tumult of the morning, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. And as we make our way towards the conference room, hand in hand, I know that no matter what the future holds, we'll face it together, united by the unbreakable ties of love and loyalty.
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College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb 2 Lovers
You find yourself having to share your room with a very sexually active medical science major who so happens to fancy you. Good thing he´s as charming and spontaneous as you, leading to many crazy parties and places you probably should not be hooking up at. When Jungkook started ignoring all his booty calls after accidentally calling someone by your name, unable to fuck away the thought of you, he knew he was cooked. Would he really leave his playboy antics for that sweet company of yours?
series-prologue/teaser
content: mild slow burn- fwb2l, roomates, mutual pining, player jungkook that falls devoted to reader, cocky!JK, Confident!reader, psychology major reader, banter, parties, lots of smut (duh)
episode- warnings: none for this
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"And you are?" Well, that came out quicker than expected. What else could you have possibly said when he just stands there, Unpacking as if it was natural for him to do so.
"Wow, what a nice start roomie" he scoffs, his tattooed hand making its way through a long strand of chocolate brown hair, "Jeon Jungkook. You must be Y/n?"
"Heard of me already?", you frown, his calmness and the mention of your name that rolls shamelessly off his tongue felt like you were the odd one out.
You don´t want to stare, however its certainly not easy to look away from his tall frame when there is so much to notice, like his heavily decorated arm that´s hiding behind his grey short-sleeve shirt.Â
"Is this really not a mistake?", you ask in an attempt to conceal your staring.
A slight smile creeps up on Jungkooks face, his pierced eyebrows slightly furrowing together, "No, it isn´t, you´re not dreaming sweetheart"
Maybe you wouldn´t need to conceal your wandering eyes after all, he seems to find shamelessly staring okay, given that his eyes roam over your hips.
Taken aback by the cockiness of your new roommate, you figure the best way to move forward is to just settle in, finally being able to set down your bags on the small bed that´s on the other side of the room. The dorm is more like a small apartment, nonetheless both of you sleep in the same room, your beds being separated by the walking space between them. Still, too close for comfort.
"Right. Well then I guess i´ll have to do the talking" the sound of his honey voice makes you look up at his face, a few good meters away from you but with a glare so intense, you feel bare in front of his eyes.
"Are you always this nice?", without missing a beat, he smirks just as you roll your eyes. Walking closer to you, for a moment, his intimidating eyes become soft as he chuckles, clearly amused at your building frustration.
"No, don´t flatter yourself. It´s just your welcome bonus"
"What a ray of sunshine you are!" you exclaim smiling as you eye him with an equally amused look. He walks way away with an airy laugh, to what you assume to be the bathroom.
Allowing your eyes to dance on the sight of his broad back,
just for a second.
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wiping something off their lips (leehan ver.) đâ・Ëâď¸ď˝Ąâ
members: boynextdoor legal line x gender neutral reader
genre: college! au, fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!, a little angst, leehan cries ૮ â ďť â á but itâll be ok i promise!!!
wc: 3.3k
a/n: something came over me and i had to write this immediately. leehan is so dear to me! let me know your thoughts <3
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Leehan is neat eater #2 (Neat eater #1: Sungho). While heâs not as conscious as Sungho, heâs just the type that doesnât make a mess because heâs a slow eater. But seeing you baby Jaehyun all the time makes him want you to do the same for him.Â
Youâre hanging out with both Leehan and Jaehyun at a diner, with you and Jaehyun seated beside each other and Leehan opposite you both. While Leehan leisurely chews on his fries, Jaehyunâs devouring his burger so eagerly itâs worrying. He gets sauce all over his lips in the process. Youâre trying to stifle your laugh at his enthusiasm but ultimately fail to keep it inâyour cute giggles make Leehanâs heart beat faster, although he canât figure out why that exactly is. Still, he stores this memory of your laugh away in his mind, just like heâs mentally catalogued bits and pieces of your personality and interests over the course of your friendshipâin a totally platonic manner, of course. If you could consider having an entire library in his brain of everything about you platonic.
Moreover, Leehanâs never thought himself to be a possessive person, but when you poke Jaehyun and start dabbing at his lips with a tissue once he faces you, he feels a smidge resentful at how Jaehyun just lets you go all up in his personal space. Youâre both laughing now as Jaehyun jokingly bats away your attempts to baby him; still, you persist and finally remove all the sauce off his mouth. To onlookers, you and Jaehyun must probably look like a couple, while Leehan is just your friend thatâs tagged along for the ride. Was it normal to be jealous as a friend? He doesnât know.Â
âLeehan, whatâs going on in your head? You got all quiet of a sudden,â Jaehyun calls him. Youâre looking at him worriedly too, and Leehan secretly relishes in your attention, feeling like a little schoolboy being patted on the head by his favorite teacher.
He stares at the condensation forming on his glass of cold water, watches the droplets slide down to the surface of the table, and forces himself to take a steady breath. âItâs nothing,â he promises. âJust spacing out. What were we talking about?â
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The week later, you and Leehan spend the afternoon at the same diner. Jaehyun gets called to take an emergency shift at the convenience store, so itâs just the two of you now. You enter the booth first, and as Leehan moves to take the opposite seat, you tug at his jacket and happily pat at the empty space beside you. Hiding a shy smile, he slides in beside you. You then recite your orders to the waiter; you opt for a cheeseburger and fries, while Leehanâs in the mood for a milkshake. You eye Leehanâs choice of meal in trepidation, and right before the waiter leaves, you order another cheeseburger. âA milkshake isnât lunch, Leehan. And I know youâre going to get hungry laterâyou always do. So eat this burger, alright?â
âAlright,â Leehan replies, head lowered to conceal how the corners of his lips curve up. He has no idea why the simple act of you ordering food for him has him flustered like this. Even as you gently reprimand him, he feels babied⌠in a good way? Like someone pays attention to him and cares enough to look after him. He likes when itâs you who does this out of everyone else.
You make small talk while the food is being prepared, and Leehan basks in your presence and energy. Heâs always felt at ease with you, hasnât he? You let him share marine life facts for hours on end without expressing any sort of annoyance, and he knows youâre listening by the way you chime in to clarify things heâs said or to ask questions of your own. When he shares his hobbies and interests with you, youâre there to support him. When he makes silly jokes, you always match his humor. And he gets a fluttery feeling in his heart when you rely on him tooâevery time you open up to him about what makes you happy, excited, scared, or sad, he feels content to intimately know another part of you. Leehan wants to know everything about you, no matter how long that takes. Maybe he just wants to be closer to you⌠as a best friend? Is he feeling all these things for you because he wants to be your closest friend?
Heâs snapped out of his reverie when the server arrives with your food. âEat,â you instruct, as you push the extra cheeseburger towards him. Leehan obediently takes a bite of his burger, following it up with a sip of his milkshake. Some of the whipped cream decorating the drink gets on his lips, but he doesnât care because of the sheer joy he feels being seated beside you. So when Leehanâs in the middle of narrating a video about deep sea exploration discoveries, you interrupt him with a thumb to his lips. He trails off in stunned silence as you swipe once at his bottom lip. Itâs only a couple of seconds, but it feels like eternity to him as he takes in your focused eyes, soft cheeks, and pouty mouth.Â
When you turn back to your food like nothingâs happened, Leehan can feel his ears heat up, and heâs never been more grateful that heâs kept his hair this long. Clearing his throat, he takes another bite of his burger. As you talk and he eats, a plan formulates itself in Leehanâs brain. He wants all your attention on him again, wants your soft and gentle touchâbut how can he do that without making it too obvious?
When he looks down at his drink, heâs found the answer.
The next time you glance at Leehan, heâs got whipped cream on his lips once again. You donât think he knows because heâs continued recounting the details of the deep sea documentary to you and how the researchers managed to collect information from such depths. Laughing under your breath, you rub at the corner of his mouth again. Leehan stills when you do so, thanks you kindly, then proceeds to elaborate on the new species these scientists have identified.Â
Over the next hour you spend in the diner, Leehan manages to get cream on his lips for a total of five more times. You donât mind at all because you find it really adorable, given heâs rarely clumsy like this; you also love doting on him. The tiny smiles he sends your way when you wipe off the messes warms your heart even more. Youâve always found Leehan cute. Of course you can find your friends cute, no big deal. Right?
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When your friend group finally has the time to meet up after weeks of conflicting schedules, you find yourselves at your regular hangout place once again for dinner: the diner. Youâre escorted to one of the bigger booths, where a singular, long leather bench winds around a large table. Here, youâre squeezed in between Leehan and Jaehyun. Jaehyun and Woonhak are loudly complaining about their final requirements, while Taesan and Riwoo speak in measured tones about their plans for the semestral break. You zone in on Jaehyun and Woonhakâs conversation, drawn in by their energetic storytelling.
When your food is served, Leehan is handed a burger he didnât ask for. Youâve ordered him a cheeseburger again. You know him too wellâheâs only gotten the same milkshake as the last time you two were here together. Still, as Leehanâs about to thank you, he finds that your back is angled away from him. Youâre in the middle of a lengthy conversation with Jaehyun, whose loud and grating laughter bothers him. Then he pouts, silently sulking because he doesnât have your undivided attention. Havenât you guys been talking for ten minutes straight already? Have you forgotten heâs right beside you?
He thinks heâs concealed his emotions perfectly but fails to catch how Taesan and Riwoo share a knowing look at the spectacle in front of them. Theyâre both shaking their heads at their friendâs obliviousness. But all Leehanâs focused on is bringing (y/n)âs focus back on him. â(Y/n),â Leehan calls from beside you and taps your shoulder. â(Y/n).âÂ
âYeah, whatâs up?â you question. When you turn back, Leehanâs got cream on his lips again. Heâs quietly waiting for you to wipe it off, and it makes you a little (just a little!!!) pleased that he waited for you especially to help him out. âOh! Come here, Leehan.âÂ
âTheyâre both idiots,â Taesan sighs into Riwooâs ear as you dab at Leehanâs lips with a tissue, both of you in your own little world. Leehanâs watching you fondly, while your own cheeks are red with shyness. Riwoo canât agree more. When you finish wiping Leehanâs mouth and return to your conversation with Jaehyun, Leehan subtly pumps his fist at how he was effective in making you notice himâ
Then finds his friends staring right at him. Taesan and Riwoo look like theyâre about to burst into laughter. He freezes, cheeks burning red as he gets caught in this admittedly juvenile act. Taesanâs about to open his mouth when Leehan shakes his head. Please donât, he mouths. Taesan shrugs and mouths back, Are you confessing anytime soon? Whichâwellâwhat exactly does he mean by that? Confessing? Romantic feelings? Him? To you? What? Taesan? What?
Leehanâs existential crisis is clear to the two of them as his eyes are blown wide open, the wheels visibly turning in his head as he comes to a realization. Understanding dawns upon Riwoo, who nudges his friend beside him. âTaesan⌠I donât think he knows he has a crush on them.â
âYeah, Iâm just registering that now,â Taesan hisses back, highly entertained by all this, but also wondering what Leehanâs next move will be.Â
Youâre oblivious to all this happening in the background, still absorbed in your conversation with Jaehyun and Woonhak about your busy schedules. Like always, Jaehyun makes a mess of himself as he drops a piece of juicy burger meat on his shirt. âNooo, my favorite shirt!â he wails, and of course, youâkind, lovely, beautiful youâcome to the rescue. Leehan sullenly glowers as you wet some tissue and pat at Jaehyunâs chest repeatedly. Youâre so close to Jaehyun you could already be hugging. And Woonhak, whoâs glancing back and forth at the three of you, finally reads the room and goes silent. Locking eyes with both Taesan and Riwoo, he mouths, What the heck, and the two respond with matching shrugs.Â
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â(Y/n), can we talk?â Leehan catches up to you as you exit the diner. The rest of the group have gone their own ways, citing their needs to catch up on homework and sleep. Woonhak, Taesan, and Riwoo drag Jaehyun away with them despite his incessant complaints of wanting to hang out with you more. Weird, you think, but nothing too worrisome, I hope.
âSure! Whatâs going on?â Leehan seems troubled with the way he hesitantly makes his way over to your side as you both sit down on the benches outside the diner. Thereâs a considerable amount of space between you twoâaround two or three more people could fit. Which is oddâLeehan seemed so comfortable earlier, even as your shoulders incidentally brushed against each other in the diner.
âIâŚâ Leehan starts but trails off. He seems unsure of himself, so you urge him to take his time. You have no idea what this is about, but youâre definitely worried. Youâve never seen Leehan this uneasy.
In the end, Leehan seems to be unable to muster up the courage to open up to you about his problem. âNevermind,â he sighs. âItâs not that importantâŚâ
At this exact moment, your phone rings. âSorry, give me a moment.â You hold a finger up, checking your phone. Itâs Taesanâmaybe heâs forgotten to tell you something, or maybe heâs left something at the diner? You hit answer. âTaesan?â You donât catch sight of Leehanâs face paling at the mention of your friendâs name.Â
â(Y/n), think about it. Do you think Leehanâs really that messy?ââ Taesan manages to yell into the phone before itâs snatched up by Leehan, who swiftly ends the call. Heâs not looking at you, but you spot his hands slightly tremble. What did Taesan mean by that?Â
âWhat⌠What did Taesan say?â Leehan pries in a very small voice, at contrast with his hand grasping at your phone so tightly that his knuckles are becoming a ghastly shade of white.
You want your phone back first. âLeehan, my phone, please?âÂ
âOh. Sorry.â Leehan passes it back to you, and his hands fist at his pants instead, tightening then letting go, almost like a pattern to soothe himself.Â
âWell, Taesan told me to think about you being messy, which I donât really getâŚ?â You begin, trying to process the last two minutes or so. âWhat did he mean by that? You, messy?â You wrack your brain for an explanationâthen you suddenly recall the other week you two met, when you wiped whipped cream off Leehanâs mouth multiple times. And just awhile ago, when Leehan waited for you to clean him up.
You have an inkling as to what this is about, but you want to really, really make sure itâs not just a product of your wishful thinking. âI could be wrong, but is Taesan talking about when you had whipped cream on your lips awhile ago?â
âUm⌠Itâs nothing, really.â Leehanâs withdrawn into himself. It seems like heâs not going to give the acknowlegement you want, but you badly need to know the truth for the sake of your sanity. Like a godsend, your phone screen flashes with Taesanâs name again, and you answer as fast as you can, shielding yourself from Leehanâs attempts to steal your device. As you both struggle on the bench, you accidentally hit speakerphone â
âHe put that cream on his lips on purpose while you werenât looking!â Taesanâs voice rings out, then he hangs up. Then, you slowly glimpse at Leehan from your entangled position; his arms cage you on both sides of your head as he shadows you, your fronts almost pressing together if not for the hands you have clutched around your phone. You get to witness in real time how his face reddens in shame. His throat bobs and your eyes unconsciously follow the line of his neck to where his collarbones disappear under his shirt.Â
Wait, you canât afford to be distracted right now! âLeehan? What Taesan said⌠is that true? For today and last time?â
After a moment of silence, Leehan nods, letting out a shaky exhale, and you can feel his warm breath on your mouth. Upon realizing how close you both are, he quickly leans back and faces straight ahead, obstructing your gaze by placing an arm over his face. Despite that, his bright red cheeks are evident. You can feel your cheeks burn similarly as you process the implications of his actions.
âSo, let me get this right. You intentionally put whipped cream on your li-lips so I could wipe it off you? Because youâŚ?â
âDonât make me say it⌠Iâm really embarrassed now,â Leehan whines from behind his arm. âYou already know what it means.â
You donât careâyou want to hear it straight from him. âNo, tell me, I really donât know,â you insist, yanking his arm down and smushing his cheeks in your palms so he canât look anywhere except at you. Leehanâs eyes are wide and pitiful, but even as your heart clenches in guilt for what youâre putting him through, you force yourself to stay strong.
After a moment of silence as Leehan figures he canât escape from your grasp, he starts speaking. âAt-At first, I thought I just wanted us to be closer friends⌠But today made me understand that I-I actually want more than that with. With you.â Your heart pounds in your chest as Leehan finally admits, âI⌠like you. As more than a friend.â The more Leehan speaks, the more realization starts to dawn on you about your own feelings towards him. Then he starts sniffling, tears forming in his pretty doe eyes, and your heart drops to your stomach.Â
âNo, no, baby, why are you crying?â You feel like the worst person ever to exist as tears fall down Leehanâs face. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you cry.â You wrap your arms around him, and he clutches at your shirt as his little sobs resume, his face tucked into your shoulder. You just hold him and apologize a thousand times as his cries subside. Eventually, he peeks up at you, eyes still watery, and you guiltily wipe the stray tears that make their way down his pretty faceâof course heâs breathtaking, even when he cries. âIâm sorry, Leehan, Iâm a terrible person for making you confess even when you didnât want to.â
âNot your fault,â Leehan mumbles, âWanted to be honest with you. Just didnât expect to tell you this soon. I feel⌠overwhelmed.â
âThis soon? Overwhelmed?â
At this, Leehan lets out a little sigh. âJust found out about my feelings at the diner. I thought they were platonic, but when I really thought about why I was so desperate to get your attention⌠it was because I wished you would look at me like that all the time and I wanted to be your priority. Romantically. But now looking back at how I tried to get your attention, I just feel like an immature kid now,â he laughs self-deprecatingly. âIâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You probably donât even want that from meâŚâ
Before you can even say anything, Leehan seems to steel himself, disentangling himself from you and looking at you directly. âI like you, but I donât want us to be awkward now that you know⌠I can keep my distance until you decide whether you want us to still be friends or not. I want to remain friends, but if youâre uncomfortable with that, just let me know⌠I promise Iâll step back.â Seeing how considerate Leehan is of your feelings sends a pang of affection through you, and you muster up the courage to be honest yourself.
âLeehan⌠While you were telling me about all this, I may have just realized that⌠I like you too. Romantically,â you add, seeing Leehanâs expression change from one of shock into one of tentative hope. âI thought I cared for you as a friend, but it made me happy when you relied on me. I donât know if itâs selfish of me, but I wanted myself to be the first person you asked for help from. So everytime you wanted me to wipe your lips, it honestly made me really giddy. But Leehan, you donât have to do that to get my attention⌠youâve already had it ever since. And always,â you finish, your cheeks turning an impressive scarlet at your own bold declaration.
Leehan eyes are sparkling right now, and you almost melt (in a good way, the one that makes your insides feel all gooey) from the weight of his attention. â...Really?â he presses. You nod. âReally really?â You nod again. âReally really really? Youâre sure? No takebacks?â His thinly veiled enthusiasm makes you giggle, and you agree for the third time.
âYes, Leehan, Iâm sure.â This time, your heart beats rapidly not out of anxiety, but of anticipation. âSo⌠I hope itâs not too early for me to ask, but⌠do you want to be my boyfriend?â
âYes, yes, Iâm yours,â Leehan beams so hard his eyes turn into little crescents and his dimples start showing. âYouâre mine too, right?â
âI am.â
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