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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months ago

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liquor talks

for @steddie-week prompt 'drunken confessions'

rated m | 875 words | cw: implied sexual content, alcohol | tags: love confessions, mutual pining, getting together, first kiss

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Two shots didn’t usually do him in, but the room was spinning and his mouth was running like he’d had a whole bottle of vodka. At least everyone else seemed to be on his level.

Except Nancy. She didn’t drink much anymore, so she was usually the babysitter when they all got together.

He could feel her eyes on him now as he danced with Robin, spinning her in circles while they both giggled and nearly tripped over their own feet.

What had he even drank?

“Robbie!” Steve stopped her spin and held her face in his hands. “I didn’t eat lunch!”

“Me either!” She yelled before spinning again.

Steve giggled as he stepped back and watched her for a moment.

The back door opened and closed and Eddie slipped inside, the cool night air wafting off of him as he sat down in the chair behind Steve.

Steve was hot. He should cool off.

He sat down in Eddie’s lap and sighed with relief, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Eddie’s hands were resting on the arms of the chair, his legs tense under Steve’s.

“You feel nice,” Steve said, relaxing completely against him, curling into a ball in Eddie’s lap. “Good.”

“I was only outside for 15 minutes. How’d you drink so much already, Stevie?” One of Eddie’s hands rested on Steve’s calf, thumb rubbing along the seam of his jeans.

“Only had two!” Steve held up two fingers, then tapped them against Eddie’s cheek. “You were gone forever. Missed you.”

“You were dancing with birdie. You barely even noticed I was gone,” Eddie laughed. “Think you need some water.”

“I didn’t eat lunch,” Steve groaned. “Should eat lunch.”

“A little late for lunch, but I can get you a snack if you’re hungry.”

Steve shook his head, but felt dizzy and had no choice but to let it fall to Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his face into Eddie’s shirt, breathing in the smell of his cologne mixed with the weed he’d just smoked outside. He was warming up now that he was inside and had Steve sitting on him, but Steve didn’t want to get up.

“Could sit here forever.” Steve closed his eyes as he mumbled against Eddie’s skin.

“Might have to get up eventually,” Eddie said quietly back.

“Don’t wanna. Perfect right here,” Steve slurred.

“C’mon, Steve. You’re drunk. You should get some water and lay down.”

But Steve didn’t want to do that. Well, maybe he wanted to lay down a little bit. But only if Eddie came with him.

“Wanna lay with you.”

“Alright! Time for sleep!” Nancy said next to him, tugging on his arm to try to make him stand up.

“No.” Steve burrowed further into Eddie, pulling his arm towards his chest. “Sleepin’ here.”

Eddie must have brushed her off because they were alone again a few moments later and most of the noise of the room seemed far away. Steve snuggled against Eddie, smiling to himself when Eddie’s arms wrapped around him and held him tighter.

“You can sleep for a bit. I got you.” Eddie’s voice was quiet, only for Steve to hear.

“Mkay. Love you,” Steve muttered, just loud enough for Eddie to hear.

But before Eddie could respond, he was asleep.

****

When Steve woke up, he was tucked into his own bed, drooling on his pillow.

He didn’t see any sunlight through his window, so he must’ve only been asleep a few hours.

He was alone and he was thirsty.

His bedroom door opened and he turned his head to see if Robin was finally joining him.

“Shit, didn’t know you were awake. Just wanted to bring you some water before I head out,” Eddie said quietly, walking over to Steve’s side and holding out a glass of water. “Feeling okay?”

“Mhm. Still tired.”

“Yeah, I think you overdid it.” Eddie gave him a small smile to let him know he wasn’t judging him. “Go back to sleep, Stevie.”

“Like that,” Steve mumbled as he let his eyes close. Eddie’s hand brushed through his hair softly.

“What?” Eddie whispered.

“When you call me that. Feel special.”

“You are, Stevie.”

Steve opened his eyes to see Eddie looking down at him with furrowed brows, like he was trying to figure something out.

“I am?”

“You don’t remember, do you?” Now, Eddie sounded sad, and Steve never wanted Eddie to be sad.

“Remember what?”

“You told me you loved me earlier.”

“I do.”

“You do remember or you do love me?” Eddie asked.

“Yes.”

Eddie groaned. “Steve, which is it?”

“Both. I do love you and I do remember telling you.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m gonna say it again in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Cuz you don’t believe me.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“I just know you. Cuz I love you.”

When Eddie smiled, Steve couldn’t help letting out a relieved laugh. He’d been holding that back for so long, having it out in the open so easily was almost impossible to believe. Maybe he was having a vodka induced dream.

“I love you too. But you should get some more sleep.”

“Stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“Love you in the mornin’ too.” Steve’s eyes slipped closed as Eddie’s weight made the bed dip beside him.

“Me too.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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All In 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn't.

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It’s your first time wearing that skirt. You’ve had it in your closet for two years. At least. You’re not really a skirt person but it’s cute. The floral on black with the zipper up the front. It drapes nicely enough though you’re not used to wearing anything so short. You have a trusty pair of shorts on just in case.

You don’t go out either. Definitely not to places like this. You keep an arm across your middle, gripping your other as the hordes of people make you dizzy. The shining gold accoutrement of the decor along with the waft of low music over the noise of tables and voices add to your vertigo.

The casino is busy and bright and loud. You stay close to your sister as she leads you across the carpet; ivory with golden curliques patterned across them. You’re no gambler either but you’re not there to play cards.

“I think it’s upstairs,” Roxie says as she looks at the tickets in her hand. “Gala Room B.”

“Oh, right,” you murmur and smile at her, “what’s the band again?”

“Don’t worry about it the tickets were free,” she chirps as you look up at her. You feel even more a child beside her; your height often adds to your inferiority complex. Historically, you think, those characteristics have been often intertwined.

“No, but--”

“You need to get out of mom’s place more,” she chides, “I could’ve brought Katie instead, but I chose you, sis.”

“I know, er, thanks,” you run your hand up to your shoulder and rub it nervously.

“Show doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s get a drink,” she insists and turns, strutting towards the long bar at the other side of the grand space. You trail after her, shrinking down even further. She turns back to you as she leans on a tall stool, “what d’ya want?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really...”

“I know, it’s one drink, how about a vodka-cran?” She suggests, “you love cranberry.”

“Um, sure, if you think that’s good.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s the wild one, not you. You know you bore her and since your parents’ divorce, years ago, you haven’t really hung out together. She went with your dad and you with your mom, since then, it’s all been a bit fuzzy.

She orders as you stand back, not wanting to get in the way of the people all around you. You lean back, rocking nervously as you glance around. You feel underdressed as you see women in cocktail dresses and men in suits. Even your sister is a stark contrast to your overly casual attire; your favourite purple cardigan and the skirt you’ve never worn.

Your eyes scan the room, admiring the golden sconces of bulbs that resemble candelabras and the gilt trim all along the wall. The more you look around, the less you belong. You don’t even know why you said yes. Well, your mom pushed you into it. Just like your sister, she keeps saying you need to get out more.

You rub your lips together and feel around your small tassled purse. It’s used, like most of your things. The thrift store is as much as your mom can afford and you still haven’t found a solid job. You worked at the grocery for a summer before they laid off half of you then did a one-day stint at a polling centre for the last municipal election. Even if you wanted to go out, you don’t have the money for it.

You pull out your chapstick and smear it around your chafed lips as you sway back the other direction. You stop short as you nearly slam into another body and you stumble out of the way of the man in his black-and-white suit. Embarrassment creeps hotly up your cheeks and you cap your lip balm and stand out of his path.

He’s taller than you. Well, everyone is. But to you, he seems huge. His suit is finely tailored to his figure though his hair seems to clash with the refined style. It’s almost to his collar but neatly parted, a shank falling forward to frame his sharp cheekbone. His square jaw is trimmed thickly with a dark beard, peppered with strands of silver and patch along the dimple of his chin. You’ve never seen anything as blue as his eyes, they are almost inhumanly vivid.

“Sorry, doll,” he touches your arm as he passes and smirks, swiftly turning his sights ahead of him.

You gulp as your shoulder hits someone else. You spin to face your sister as she offers you a glass. You take the red concoction with the short black straw sticking out over the ice cubes. You thank her as the chill seeps into your hand.

“Oof, look at him,” she leans to watch after the man in his dark suit, “damn.” You frown and look in the other direction. She scoffs and nudges you, “come on. That guy is totally stunning. Even you can see that.”

“I don’t wanna gawk at him,” you mutter, “he’s a stranger.”

“Oh, whatever, not like he’d notice,” she snips.

You scrunch up your lip and tuck your chapstick away as you peer toward the man. He goes up to a table, sliding in next to a taller woman with honey-blond hair and a shimmery dress. He rests his hand along her lower back as he chatters to her and the rest of the players around the leather trim.

“Sheesh, he’s fine,” she puts a twang on the last word, “mmph. If I wasn’t with Tom...”

“Right,” you look down at the drink and sip from the straw. You make a face and cough.

“It’s not that strong,” she slaps your back, “don’t be dramatic.”

“I know,” you clear your throat, “I just wasn’t expecting the taste.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” she points above.

“Uh, okay,” you agree to her sudden diversion. You suppose you really are boring.

You follow her up the curved stairs and along the railing that overlooks the lower casino room. Arched windows let in the night and the glow of the facade. You lean on the polished wood and peer down at the first floor; it looks even more resplendent from there. You sister puts her elbow on the railing as she looks around.

“We could stick around after, lose some money,” she says.

“I don’t... mom only gave me a twenty and I owe you for the drink.”

“Pfft, whatever, I’ll spot ya. Tom gave me some extra with the tickets,” she trills, “it’ll be fun. Play some black jack. It’ll be an experience. You could say you’ve actually done something.”

You smile, closed-lipped and tight. She isn’t wrong. It’s your first concert, for some cover band, and your first time at a casino. It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the height of your life experience.

Your eyes wander down and meet another pair. You wince. It’s that same man. He walks towards you, a certain swagger in his stride. As he peers up at you, his cheeks dimple and he winks. You wrinkle your brow and look behind you. When you turn back, he’s gone. Right, you’re imagining things.

Roxie slurps as her straw turns hollow. She’s already drained her cocktail, meanwhile you’ve barely taken a sip. She stirs the ice and hums.

“Wait here, I’m gonna get a refill,” she raises her glass.

“Oh, I can come with you--”

“Nah, just stand here,” she insists. “You’ll just slow me down.”

“Sure, uh, okay.”

You curl your shoulders inward as she walks away. Great. All alone. You avoid looking anywhere but your glass. You face the railing again and balance your drink on it. It’s not bad, tarter than you’re used to and a little burny.

You play with the black bracelet around your wrist, the band they stuck around it when they scanned your ID at the door. You suppose it’s a good idea but they wouldn’t be letting kids in here, would they? Oh yeah, the hotel is attached.

As a kid, you never went on vacations like that. No hotels, no casinos, no shows. It seems like Roxie is catching up on all of that and you’re just there. The world is so much scarier when it’s all a mystery to you.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking it’s merely a passerby, “miss?”

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you barely save your cocktail from spilling over the edge. You clutch the glass with both hands and face the stranger. It’s that same man, with the suit and the long hair and the oceanic eyes. Something about him is familiar beyond your few earlier glances.

“I think you dropped this?” He holds up a chip with a golden 100 on it. You blink and shake your head.

“No,” you scrape out of your throat, “I don’t-- I didn’t--”

“I swear I saw it fall out of your bag,” he looks down at your purse.

“Really, I’m not... I don’t gamble.”

“Ah, well, if it’s just hanging around, might as well use it, huh?” He keeps his hand out, “maybe it’s your lucky day.”

“I couldn’t. If someone lost it...” your voice doesn’t want to go and he leans in to hear you, adding to the heat spreading through your chest. Is it the alcohol or him?

“You’re sweet, keep it,” he shoves the chip toward you.

“Please, I... I... can’t...” you wipe a hand on your skirt and clutch the fabric.

“Doll, I can’t hear you,” he says as he grabs your hand and dislodges it from your skirt, “here.”

He presses the chip into your palm. You stare at his tie then look down at the white chip with gold detailing. His hand brushes yours before he rescinds his touch.

“Erm...” you murmur dumbly and shake your head.

“My treat,” he growls.

“But...”

“Like the skirt, by the way,” he surprises you as he pinches a fold, “cute on you.”

Just as quickly as he appeared, he strides away, leaving you blankly staring after him. His broad shoulders move beyond a thick marble pillar as you hold up your drink and the chip. You just look between them.

“Hey,” Roxie approaches again, “oh, what’s that?”

“A chip...” you state plainly.

“Duh, I know. Where’d you get it?”

You look at the floor. Would she even believe you? “The floor.”

“Ooo,” she plucks it from your fingers, “awesome, “now we’re definitely having some fun tonight.”

“Rox,” you swallow and look up at her, “we should hand it in. It’s a lot of money. If someone lost it--”

“If they lost it, they can afford it,” she bobs her neck as she speaks, “live a little,” she sneers and taps your glass, “and finish your drink. Maybe that’ll loosen you up.”

You nod and recede into yourself, cradling the glass again with both hands. You put your lips to the straw and drink until you can’t anymore. She gulps straight from the brim of her glass and sighs, wiggling as she peers around.

“I almost don’t even want to see these old men play music,” she snickers as she takes in the expanse of tables flashing lights.

“Oh?”

“Relax, we’re going to see the show. You’re a horrible liar and mom will see right through you,” she sneers, “besides, I told her I wouldn’t get you in too much trouble.”

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carbonfiction · 4 days ago

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Dark Desires

older, best friends dad!Logan x reader

summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you..

warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, F!Receiving oral, PIV smut, prone bone and missionary, Somnophilla (technically??), daddy kink, roleplay?? pussy sniffing?? Kind of voyeurism? But the person is very much asleep. Also tagging this for dubcon but it’s more pre established consent/free use and slight CNC vibes depending on how you view it? Tagged this the best i believe i can but ultimately you are responsible for your media consumption.

A/N: i don't know where this came from, other than i had a glass of wine and a naughty thought. i tried real hard on this and its a little darker than i usually write- not to mention longer- but i hope yall enjoy a filth filled piece of my intoxicated brain anyway. Et voilà.

Masterlist Words: little over 4k (oop- longest thing ive ever written.. i got carried away..)

Your heart is hammering away inside of your chest so insistently that it feels like your ribs are bruised and your breasts are trying to punch their way out of your dress.

You're still wearing the stupid thing and Laura is drinking another mimosa. Part of you is grateful for that. Yet while you want her drunk and snoring tonight, part of you can't help trying to stop her.

You make eye contact, give her the look. Tell her to slow down because you two have been down this road before. She gets wild, has fun for half an hour, and then spends the rest of the night dizzy in a bathroom asking deep philosophical questions like why do my eyes hurt? And why do guys suck? And do i still have puke in my hair?

But if she's drunk tonight, just enough to sleep like the dead, then what?

You set your own drink aside to check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time this hour and lift a shaky thumb to your texts.

You've read the thread again and again and again, and still you don't quite believe it. The party swirls around you. A hurricane of sound and the smell of cocktails is sour in your nose. You feel the heat of your friends, your fellow graduates. one day lawyers, doctors, professors, professionals in their field; and yet here you are reading over the texts again.

You feel like a little girl and yet simultaneously the most grown of women because you have a secret, a dirty little secret.

You were nearly as drunk as Laura is now when you sent the first text a week ago. You were celebrating the end of finals and you were curled up in bed after a long night out.

One of your other friends had flirted with the bartender. You'd told the girl to stop and Laura had reached from her stool and pinched your leg. Asking if you'd ever needed something so badly that you actually made a bad decision.

Everyone had laughed, all except you.

You know she was teasing and complimenting in the same breath. You're a good girl and everybody knows it. Reliable, honest and never involved with the wrong kind of guys.. Always a reason to why you were too busy to bother. You were studying, too busy hanging out with Laura. Too busy prepping for school, internships and the next two decades of your life.

You're no angel, although of course, no one was. You've had your share of regrettable hookups and disappointing boyfriends, but nothing that set your world alight. Nothing worth risking anything for.

But maybe what Laura had said thread under your skin more than you'd like to admit. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the obvious risk.. Or was it that you'd been thinking about him for an indecently long amount of time?

So with finals over, diploma practically in hand. There was nothing preventing years of pent up lust from sending a jolt down between your legs, setting a crackling fire in your heart and making you sweat. Dripping down your neck, stomach, that spot on your lower back, they all tingled as you crouched on the corner of your bed and wrote a single text.

You: I need something.

You sent it. Had forced yourself to before you chickened out and immediately regretted it. You thought you'd worded it in such a way that you could play it off, pretend it didn't happen.

But you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would read those three words and know everything you'd kept from him all those years. Every dirty thought, every horny fantasy, everything.

It was all right there in the text. 2am on a Thursday night and truly it could only mean one thing. You put the phone down, tried to make yourself go to sleep.

Logan was an older man with a life. A job, house and a child- your best friend- and you were sure he wouldn't even see the stupid thing until the morning when you could say you meant to message Laura. Not him, not her father. But then you picked up the phone again, half panicked and ready to change your mind, when you'd saw those little dots.

That meant he was writing something back, at 2am on a Thursday night, either in bed or his limo.

Logan: You need to go to sleep

Of course.. Responsible. That was the responsible thing to do. And you would do just that. But first you'd just write a quick text to apologize. Say it was the wrong number and sleep this off; pretend it didn't happen for the rest of your lives.

But.. what if, for once in your life, it could be easy? What if Logan did know everything? What if.. There was something else? Because that was how this all started, hadn't it?

You'd always felt something more, saw something different in his worn eyes, his gruff demeanor. Heard something he was saying when he really wasn't saying anything at all.

Or.. Was it all in your head? Was this only ever a one way infatuation? A young woman's crush, a dark fantasy that only grew darker with each new kink you discovered in yourself? Losing all confidence, you texted back.

You: sorry. Wrong number.

And that was that- or it should've been that- If it was only ever a one way street. You put the phone down, tried desperately to keep your eyes closed, but the moment you heard the phone buzz again you peek.

Logan: Is that true sweetheart?

Oh no, no. it wasn't true at all. You knew he knew exactly who'd texted and why; what you wanted him to do. You'd been thinking about it for years. Adding to the fantasy. Soaking your sheets in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep, all that brought a temporary relief. If only for a little while; So, you text back.

You: No

Just that. A simple No.

Logan: You telling a lie?

You: Not exactly

Logan: So you wanted my attention then?

You: Wanted? No Logan.. Need.

And yes, you know need is a very strong word.

Logan: You feel very strongly about that huh? Strong feelings can be dangerous sweetheart.

You: what if i want something dangerous.

You answered back with the most honest thing you could say. And then there was a pause, a very long pause, in which you could see no dots, and even started to wonder if he'd abandoned you. Left you on read.

A thousand images erupted in your mind, different versions of him sitting and staring at your number- your words. Those cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he wondered if this was some kind of game.

But if it was a game.. Logan was ready to play and after a few minutes your phone dings again.

Logan: you're being a real bad girl tonight, aren't you?

And then it wasn't your best friend's father you were texting. Well, it very much was- that was the crux of it, wasn't it? But now it was also the man. The man on the other side of the phone who was paying close attention.

You: Yes, daddy. very, very bad.

Now, In the darkness of his daughter's room, You imagine colors swirling on her ceiling. Your heart restless like a caged animal and there is a knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter by the second.

You don't know how long you've been lying here. 5 minutes or 5 hours. But you know you can't possibly wait another moment... But then you do, because you have to.

You haven't heard from Logan all day and that makes you afraid. Really genuinely afraid that He's forgotten or changed his mind.

Because, well, it's just you and Laura in here, isn't it? You're lying on the floor, a lumpy pillow under your head, and a spare, slightly musty blanket folded under your breasts.

Laura is snoring away in her bed, her limbs tangled with a stuffed animal almost the size of her- one you'd won her from a carnival. It was like old times, she slurred drunkenly. The three of you huddled together in her bed, giggling and watching some crappy reality show.

She'd tried to get you to join her and the animal in the bed, but you'd said no. Insisted that it was too hot tonight. That you'd rather be able to spread out on the floor. Fortunately, by the time you made it up to Laura's room, she was too far gone to argue.

Unfortunately, now though, there's a very drunk girl in her bed beside you, a possible witness to your depravity. And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling and forcing yourself not to text. Not to call. To just ignore the nagging doubt in your gut.

And yet again, you still find yourself opening the text thread. Reading through the things you told him, the things he'd told you. A formed plan and line after line of you promising things. All of the 'Yes, daddy I want this' the 'Please do that to me' The repetitive 'ill be a good girl, Promise' And then, at the very bottom, a safe word. It was when you'd agreed on the safe word that you knew this was for real. Not a fiction in a book or a fantasy playing out in a movie.

The word. Kitty. An inside joke from years ago. The word proof that all the little confidences and conversations held an attraction you were both willing to hide for the sake of decency

But.. you don't want to be decent anymore. You'd confided your fantasy, one that you had dreamt so many nights. Wished for it in the hot, comfortable haven of Laura's bed every time you'd stayed over. The thought of her older, attractively gruff father coming to you in the night and making you submit to his secret lust.

Of him pulling your panties to the side while Laura slept untroubled. Logan ravishing you while you whispered and mewled 'please, daddy, make me your filthy slut'

You've always been his filthy slut, haven't you? Deep In your heart. The thought is turning the wet spot between your legs into a soggen menace. You've been horny before, You've been needy before, but never like this- because you've never tried something like this.

Never wanted something badly enough to ask for it; or even beg for it. This was a dream, a dirty desire, a secret yearning never to be true.

Then you'd drunk texted. You told him and he'd responded, not with shock or disgust, but enthusiasm, cautious enthusiasm. But it was still only text messages. You haven't spoken to him yet, not properly at least. Even when you saw him walk in at the party, or in the limo on the way back to Laura's. You couldn't bring yourself to say a word. Your mouth was so dry, cheeks so hot. Laura had laughed and said you were flushed in the backseat- a lightweight to end all lightweights- when in fact you haven't had a drop to drink tonight.

You're going to throw your phone at the wall, you swear it. But No, that would probably wake her up. Instead, you conclude that you're going to find your pants, and you're going to leave this house and never come back. You love Laura but you can't bear it, can't believe you trusted him with this. You can't lie here and torment yourself about your decisions a minute longer about your need.

Then, your heart leaps into your throat. phone dropping onto your chest with a soft thud. Quickly you brush it off and turn onto your stomach. Your head hitting the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and pulse racing like you've run a marathon.

Through your closed eyelids, you see the glow of the hall light from the open door, only for it to vanish moments later. Either the door has closed or the light's been turned off, but you're not sure which because blood is racing so loudly in your ears. Breath escaping in overwhelming gasps.

Do you hear calculated heavy footsteps or is that your imagination? You struggle to listen for Laura. Is she awake or still sleeping? The tension so tight in your chest that you begin to feel dizzy, almost nauseous. Then comes the creak of the floor at the foot of your makeshift bed, the unmistakable presence of another person in the room, their eyes on you.

You can't stop your body from trembling slightly as the sheet is softly yanked away. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your body buzz with anticipation.

Your legs are bare the cool air of Laura's bedroom. You're laying on your stomach. Face pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as if you're locked into a deep, drunken sleep- like you should be.

Your legs are splayed out, dark lacey panties riding up the crevice of your ass. One of your ass cheek's indecently exposed... then a rough touch caresses over the swell of that exposed cheek, two big exploring hands, gliding over you.

You hear the grunt of a man, and you know it can only be Logan. He's the only other person home.

Your heart is beating so hard you're afraid you're going to pass out. Laura is on the bed, sleeping mere feet away, and her father is groping you in your supposed sleep.

So the question becomes: are you dreaming now? or are you praying this is as far as he'll go?

when Logan pull's the fabric of your panties to the side, you know he's willing to go much further. He's quiet in the darkness around you, but he's big and the house is old; the floor creaking and groaning as he readjust's his heavy weight.

Your panties are roughly hiked over one cheek of your ass, the sound of ripping lace filling your ears. Logan's hot breath roll's over your ass and the tremble in your limbs becomes a full shiver.

You can feel his scruffy face so close to your body, Feel his nose against the crevice of your ass as he roves lower. Dipping further until his mouth- his nose - is pressed into the folds of your bared cunt.

You hear how he inhales deeply, toes curling in response. Your fingers lay over Laura's spare pillow, the case tight in your grip. He's smelling you, nuzzling against your dampening skin not once, but many times. Lewdly breathing in your scent like a dog that's found something it likes.

His calloused hands spread you open so he can breathe deeper still and when hes as deep into your cunt as his face will allow, his wet tongue slides out to lick at you. You cannot stifle your moan at the feeling, immediately biting your lip to keep from growing any louder.

But with this the culmination of so many fevered late night fantasies, you dont know if you are dreaming.

His wide tongue laps at your swollen clit, swiping open the seam of your pussy and to the point just shy of your tighter hole. You hear logan growl into your wet slit like a monster unleashed from beneath the bed. Feeling how how his licks grow stronger, longer and twice as ravenous as he steadily turn your pussy into a drooling, dripping mess.

He laps at you in the quiet darkness of Laura's room, calculated and experienced as you fight to not to cry out. The pressure of an impending orgasm building so tight in your body that it feels time you woke up.

And so you take a deep breath, a rough gasped sound falling out too. Your fingers claw at the pillow as you flex your lower half.

"Hmm?"You grumble, pretending to bat away the cobwebs of sleep. "Wha-whats happening, What are you doing?" You ask, voice thick with mock confusion.

Within moments you feel Logan's tongue retreat from your pussy, a weight so much heavier than your own crawl over your half naked body. You feel him pressed tight against you, still clothed if the scratchy fabric tells you anything, but an unmistakable bulge is hidden inside. Hard and large against your ass you feel Logan's arm rub against your shoulder. A big hand sliding over your mouth.

"Quiet, sweetheart" he growls in your ear. "Daddy's had enough of your teasing"

Another large hand slides beneath your sleep shirt to cup your tender tits, The nipples diamond hard against Logan's palm. You cant help but moan into his hand as you plead.

"Please. Didn't mean to tease" its a wine, petulant in tone.

"Course you didnt.. Shame S' Too late now" he whispers against your ear, teeth biting into your earlobe. The hand on your breast trails down. Right the way down to his slacks.

"B-but Laura" You warn him in a whispered panic, hearing the sound of a zipper sliding down. you struggle teasingly, hips bucking back against him. Its not enough to cause a scene or enough to wake your sleeping friend- his sleeping daughter- but just enough to make him pin your body down. Enough for you to feel a fraction of his real strength.

Logan's muscles bulge from the effort of caging you against the floor and spreading your legs.

"Nuh uh, Stay still. Stay right where ive got you" he murmurs darkly in your ear, voice a low rumble. the words fire through you like liquid lightning as you bite into his palm, not to fight but to restrain a high pitched moan that you fear could wake the neighbors- not just Laura.

"nothing you can do now sweetheart, just gotta take it" Logan says and you hear the mocking smile in the words, feel the throb of his thick cock as it emerges from the confines of his pants. "Kept telling me you were a good girl, so show me"

With your stomach flat against the ground, legs spread wide beneath him, you can do nothing but tremble as his cock slips between your legs. The cock belonging to your best friend's father sliding deliciously across that little bundle of nerves that sparks a whimper of pleasure.

Your eyes roll back as Logans hips buck, cock brushing your clit again, running up and down your slit torturously slow. "fuuuck, you feel that? How hard you've got my cock?"

You're kicking your legs now, moving your hips. It could be viewed as a struggle but its not, not really, you're just so desperately excited you can't keep still.

"Don't need to fight me baby. Just let daddy in hm? let it happen sweetheart."

And then he's pushing inside your body in one heavy thrust; slow and impossibly deep. The weight of him inside your cunt making you mewl against his palm. All the years of secret yearning, wet fantasies and subtle flirtations have all led to this moment.

It doesn't take many thrusts before your tongue is rolling out of your mouth, licking wetly against his palm like a grateful dog- a bitch in heat. You try to use it to muffle the moan that follows, a pitiful sound mixed with pleasure, like you're ashamed to be in the situation.

Used and humiliated around logans cock.

Its push followed by retreat, a half thrust and then withdrawal over and over. "So fucking tight" Logan growls as you wiggle your ass, not certain if your trying to squirm further in to his grip or out.

He's stretching your walls apart, the burn of his size delicious with each heavy he offers. Each bringing a pulsing throb on your clit. "Yeaaaa, that's it, take it like a good girl.." he groans. "S' what you wanted isn't it."

Logans right, this is exactly what you wanted and more. His body trembles atop yours from the exertion, balls squeezed against your ass, his hand on and off clenching around your breast. His thrusts picking up in pace as you struggle and squirm to keep quiet even under his palm

"L-logan" you whimper as he pushes particularly deep, pussy squelching lewdly from your arousal, his hand barley muffling the word. He knows your close before you do, can feel your cunt clenching desperately.

"Getting fucked so good your gonna cum sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, panting into it. "C'mon, tell daddy how good his cock feels."

"S-so good.. F-fuck yes daddy, please"

You whine and It is a struggle to pry his strong hand off your mouth to get the words out.

"Go on sweetheart. Cum, coat my fuckin cock. Show me this cute little pussy is mine"

and then his big hand clamps back over your lips as he begins to fuck you into the floor. Your orgasm crashes over you in burning waves. Every stroke becoming an ecstatic agony, overstimulation starting to buzz over your bones. Its a constant struggle to hold your moans and neither of you can move properly for the risk of waking Laura .

But Logans hips remain unrelenting, Fucking you prone on your friends floor. His balls swinging, swatting unbearably at your clit with every entry. The heat of him and being trapped against the floor is almost unbearable, but so is having to keep your whimpers quiet. sweat beads hot on your brow

you can hear his own desperate attempts at staying quiet. Broken only by muffled groans, grunts of exertion, and primal chesty growls as your cunt clenches wetly around him.

Yet the discomfort of overstimulation is no match for the absolute bliss of your submission. Your toes curling so hard you're on the verge of a cramp.

The friction between your clit, Logan's cock and the floor builds to an intolerable pressure. Something must give way. The temptation to lose all control and scream his name too great. Now that possibility of you blacking out is too dangerous to ignore. So you say it the word.

"Kitty!"

Not because you want to, but because in this moment you have to. Almost as soon as the word leaves your lips and sinks into the pillow, wet from saliva and tears, you feel his body shudder. muscles seizing while a heavy groan sounding out into the skin of your neck.

"you okay?" he pants softly worry creasing his brow. "Was it too much?"

Your wordless and it worries him. Making him pull back, cock slipping free with a hushed hiss as he helps you shift onto your back, so he can look at you properly.

Your hands rise, fingers caressing his scruffy cheeks. "M'okay" you pant, eyes on him. "wasn't too much. Promise."

No, in fact, It was just right- before it all overwhelmed you that is. Now? now you just want to hold him, make love to him. Hold onto something- someone that isn't really yours. Eye to eye, your mouth slides back over his, legs spread back open, ready to welcome his length back inside. Without a word you buck your hips down, beckoning him to fuck you again.

Things are much quieter this time. Pace slowed to deep grinds rather than shallow thrusts, pleasure once again coiling in your gut as you lean up to watch his cock disappear inside.

"Feel so good sweetheart, my good girl" he coos, lips against yours as his hand slips back to cup your breast. "My good girl with a fuckin perfect body"

You keep your eyes on logan, blissful smile across your face, and for this moment he's not your best friends father. Not with the way he's gazing down at you with a mixture of lust and long held affection. "always wanted you" he whispers, hand moving back from your breast to cup your cheek. "But I would have kept that secret forever.."

You squeeze him to your chest, heart stuttering at the admission as you lock your arms behind his neck, legs tight around logans waist. You whimper back his name, a plea on your tongue.

"Want you to cum logan.. Please, need to feel it"

You want it more than anything, to feel his cum pushed inside you; for it to drip out later as a downright filthy reminder. You kiss his neck, then cheek, and finally his lips. You want Logan to claim you right here on the floor, right under her nose and you know it makes you a bad friend. Your eyes roll back, hands clawing down his chest as you feel yourself giving up all thought to the rush that flows down the center of your body. The one that begins and ends in the wet, sticky place between your legs, Where the sensitive bud of your clit pulses like a dying star.

it's then he growls much too loud, and you respond back in a whimper, lips pressing tight as you cum together in panted kisses. Him pumping hot heady ropes of cum inside your cunt without reservation or regret as you clench in a vice grip around him.

Tomorrow you will be sore, you know it for a fact. But Tonight.. Tonight You can revel in a fantasy made flesh, your flesh and Logans wrapped around each tight. You drag weak fingers down through his damp hair, then his back, feeling the way his shirt is soaked through with sweat.

Logans panting has subsided by now, breaths no longer crackling besides your ear. He plants mouthy kisses at the juncture of your neck, ever so gently, like a sated wolf nuzzling at the muzzle of his mate. You giggle quietly as those kisses grow fiercer, teeth nipping at your neck.

"my good, great, naughty girl" he murmurs against your skin, voice soft. "you feeling okay sweetheart? sure it wasn't too much?"

You nod and he can feel the enthusiasm seep from the move as you grasp his face again. "Mhm, better than okay. Was perfect" you hum sleeplily, content in his hold, in the scent of him. Your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his cheeks as you kiss him long and deep, until the rub of his beard hurts your face and sleep begins to take you under.

You both know tonight was the culmination of so many fevered dreams. The breaking point of lust and its power that can't be fully expressed in words. So he holds you close- just as you do him in your rest- for a little while longer, until light begins to filter soft through the curtains and the reality of what you'd both done really begins to set in.

thats it!! lemme know what you thought anddddd yea! asks are always open to shoot the shit, drabbles and more! <333

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effetsecndaires · 4 months ago

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— 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. (𝟐)

➺ PAIRING | sanemi shinazugawa x reader

➺ CONTENT | mention of injuries and needles, this is mostly shinobu x reader tbh... but sanemi is here dw ☝🏻 word count: 1,5k ish

➺ NOTE | read part 1 + I'll be tagging people who showed interest in a part 2 below! also it's currently 4am, I'm terribly sorry if this turned out awful 💀

“Miss Y/N!”

You raise your head to see Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho rushing towards you, worry etched onto their faces as you cross the gates of the Butterfly Estate. A Kakushi is carrying you on his back, his steps steady yet urgent as your crow leads the way.

"Urgent! Injured in battle! Right leg severely damaged! Left hand missing fingers! Immediate medical attention required!" it squawks, its wings beating rapidly as it nervously circles above then flutters down to perch on a roof nearby.

Everything happens so quickly.

One moment you're hanging limp on a Kakushi's back, clinging to consciousness for dear life — the next, you're being gently lowered onto a stretcher, a needle swiftly inserted into your arm. Your uniform is all torn and bloodied, barely hanging onto your battered body. A chunk of your skirt has been ripped and used as a makeshift bandage to stop some of the bleeding on your leg, but it really hasn't been doing much to help.

You're whimpering in pain when Sumi hurries to your side, her hand coming to support your head while Naho starts unrolling fresh bandages, her hands trembling slightly but steadying as she works.

"You'll be alright, Miss Y/N!” Kiyo reassures you, though her voice wavers slightly. "We need to get you inside and properly treated!”

As the Kakushi lift the stretcher, you feel a wave of dizziness wash over you. The Butterfly Estate's familiar surroundings start to blur along with your vision as you’re being carried towards the main infirmary, the scent of medicinal herbs growing stronger with each step.

You want nothing more than to reassure everyone, to tell them that you’ll be okay, that it really isn't as bad as it looks... but the pain and exhaustion only make you drift in and out of consciousness. You can’t fool anyone—not even yourself.

The last thing you see is Shinobu stepping forward and nodding to the Kakushi as they carefully set you down on the treatment table, her gentle voice following:

"I'll take it from here.”

–

Your eyes squint in the harsh light as you look around and try to make sense of your surroundings. The sun makes it hard to see and your head feels fuzzy, the world around you swimming in and out of focus.

You barely catch the sound of your crow’s wings as it flies away to alert the hashiras of your awakening, the flapping quickly fading into the distance.

How long have you been here for?

You remember fighting an upper moon, but everything after that is a blur. You can’t even remember how or when you were brought to the Butterfly estate. Is this even Shinobu’s estate? Or did another pillar find you and carry you to theirs?

You barely have time to properly emerge when you're met with a gasp of your name and a familiar red-haired boy rushing to your side. You blink, watching as his hands hover uncertainly before resting gently on your good arm.

“Tanjiro,” you manage to whisper, smiling faintly.

“You're awake! How are you feeling? We were so worried about you!” Tanjiro exclaims, his eyes shining with their usual tenderness as you reach out to pat his head. Behind him, Genya appears, his expression a mixture of relief and anxiety.

“I’m alright... Just a little tired and achy. How long have I been out for?”

“You've been sleeping for a week.” Genya responds.

“A week?!”

Shit. This can't be good. So many things can happen in the span of a week. The thought of having left everyone down fills you with a terrible feeling. What if one of the villages needed reinforcements while you were asleep? What if more demons had attacked? Are all eight of the the pillars still alive?

Your mind races with worry, your brain feeling like it's about to overheat.

When you finally find it in yourself to start asking questions, the door to your room opens and Shinobu calmly walks in.

“Shinobu! How… how's everyone?”

"Everyone’s fine. We've all successfully returned from our missions so far, you don't have to worry." your mentor responds.

"What about the slayers that were sent to back me up? I… so many of them were injured."

Shinobu's expression grows a little somber as she nods. "There... There's been a few losses. Oyakata-sama wants to visit their resting place with you, once you're back on your feet," she continues gently. Your heart clenches in your chest, but you nod regardless.

"I’m sorry. I should've done more to protect them.”

Your crow returns and sets on your belly, your unharmed hand coming to pet it.

"You did everything you could. Surviving an encounter with an Upper Moon is already impressive." Shinobu adjusts the blankets around you, her hands deft and practiced. She then gently places a hand on your shoulder, providing some much needed comfort. "You need to focus on getting better so you can help us save more lives when the time comes."

"...Okay," your voice trails off, uncertainty coloring your tone. You find yourself staring at your bandaged hand and leg for longer than necessary, the reality of your condition only now sinking in.

This was bad. Really, really bad.

What purpose could you possibly serve now, with two missing fingers and possible lingering damage to your body? How are you supposed to wield your sword in this condition? Will you even be able to return to your position as a Hashira?

"Rest is essential for you now," Shinobu’s kind voice interrupts your train of thoughts. "I did my best to get rid of the poison in your body and clean your wounds, but you're going to need several months of rest to make a full recovery."

Just then, the door to the room slides open with a loud, forceful thud. All four of you startle, and you wince as the sudden movement sends a jolt through your injured ribs. You glance toward the door with a scowl, meeting Sanemi’s gaze.

Jesus Christ. Does he always have to be such a brute all the time?

Shinobu's fists tighten at her sides, a vein popping on her forehead at the sudden interruption - though her signature smile remains.

The Wind Hashira stands there for a moment, his jaw clenching at the sight of you awake and his younger brother standing beside your bed.

To your relief, he doesn't make a scene. That's a first.

Instead he goes to stand beside Genya, and although he seems to completely ignore him, he doesn't look nearly as angry with him as he was the last time you saw the two of them interact. The sight of it warms your heart, and you allow yourself to lay back and relax a little more.

"You could've gotten yourself killed. What were you thinking, fighting an Upper Moon by yourself!?" Sanemi's voice is gruff, filled with a mix of anger and concern.

Well. One thing’s for sure, he’s still the Sanemi you know.

"How the hell did you even survive this?" he continues, looking you up and down from the missing fingers on your hand to your severely damaged leg, and your overall battered body.

You let out a soft sigh, choosing your words carefully. "It was a close call, but the sunrise saved me. I wouldn't be here if the demon had attacked just ten minutes earlier." you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the gravity of the situation.

Sanemi grunts in response, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your injuries. "You’re damn reckless, you know that? You should've told me this was a solo mission."

"I was just doing my job, Sanemi." you say quietly, your gaze shifting to your crow who's still enjoying headpats. "The village was already in shambles when I got there and half the people hadn't been evacuated. If I hadn’t intervened when I did, more lives would have been lost. Besides, I didn't think it would end like... that."

Sanemi sighs, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Just...dammit, try and be more careful next time," he mutters. "Rengoku’s spot is still vacant, we can’t afford to lose another Pillar."

You smile faintly as you nod, appreciating the unspoken concern behind his words. "Yeah… I know."

"It's safer to go on missions in pairs right now. Those fuckers are getting stronger by the day, and we’ve lost too many promising swordsmen because they were out there alone trying to prove something."

As the room falls into a more comfortable silence, you notice Genya glancing nervously at his brother. He's been dead silent this whole time, not wanting to bother or interrupt. Sanemi’s eyes flicker towards him, a rare softness in his gaze — though it is short-lived.

He rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed tut before reaching out to briefly ruffle his brother’s hair, calloused hand tousling the mohawk as he turns to leave. You don't miss the soft, almost shy smile that stretches across Genya’s lips, or the way his eyes shine a bit brighter.

Sanemi pauses at the doorway, casting a final look back at the two of you.

"I can't always be around to make sure you two idiots don’t get into more trouble," he mutters, though his tone carries an obvious hint of affection beneath the gruffness. "Watch each other’s backs, and for the love of God don’t do anything reckless." he turns to you. "You, focus on getting better. We’ll handle things until you’re back on your feet."

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justporo · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could I please get some headcanons or a drabble of Astarion x anemic!Tav and how things may differ when it comes to him feeding on them, how he'd take care of them if they needed it, etc? Would love to see what you come up with. Thank you for your time! 💜

Hello and thank you very much, Anon! Since I'm actually hit with the Bloodless debuff today myself... What else could I have written?

This is a very sweet idea to write something - which I took and then made it sarcastic... I hope you like it.

Also - idk why, but for this I pictured Tav as velnna's Staeve - you probably know who I'm talking about and if you don't you should very quickly go over there and find out, because I love Steven and you should really give this incredible incredible artist who has contributed so much to this fandom a lot of love. All the love. (I didn't wanna tag them because I didn't know if it was okay and didn't want to annoy them but go check out their blog!!)

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,6k

Bloodless

The sun was burning in the sky. You felt sweat almost drip from your skin. Every step seemed to be harder than the last one. Your heart was fluttering although your pulse seemed flat. Damn this Mountain Pass.

You and the rest of the party had been hiking through the mountains for days. It was exhausting for everyone, but especially for you it seemed. Surely, the fact that you had offered Astarion your blood almost every other night (and that he was always very keen and graciously grateful to take it) had quite obviously to do with how much your stamina had dwindled.

But you knew offering up your blood was very much helpful. Not only to the vampire, but the party as a whole: Astarion had basically become a menace on the battlefield since he’d been able to feed properly. Also, you were stubborn – a bit of missing blood wouldn’t knock you out. Or would it?

You tripped on a loose stone and almost face-planted on the ground. Only in the last moment were you able to catch yourself and dampen the fall with your arms. You quickly got up again and hoped no one had noticed since you’d dropped to being the last in the group today.

But trying to raise yourself so quickly had been a mistake and you suddenly felt overly woozy, your vision blurring and you were immediately back on one knee.

And of course, it hadn’t gone unnoticed: Astarion had been in front of you and had seemingly been alarmed by the noise of your fall – twice.

“What is it, Tav, got too distracted looking at my back, hm?”, he taunted and came over to where you were doubled over – leaning on your arms too now because you felt so dizzy all of a sudden that you felt you had need of all of your four limbs on the ground to support you.

When the vampire realised you weren’t getting up and also didn’t respond to his quip in your usual witty manner, he quickly gave the others a shout to let them know not to go too far ahead. Then he came over to you. You were desperately trying to not pass out when you saw the hands of the pale elf through your blurred vision reaching for you.

“You do hear me, yes?”, Astarion whispered to you. You could only nod curtly. His hands hesitantly touched your shoulders.

“Alright, can you get up? There’s a big stone over there where you could sit down.” You shook your head which made you even dizzier.

“Oh hm”, Astarion seemed a little helpless on how to proceed with you. You felt him turn away.

“Don’t tell the others!”, you exclaimed breathlessly. The vampire whipped around: “But… why?” “Just don’t please”, you whispered and carefully looked up at his face. Was that… actual worry?

“Please just… Help me sit on this rock, let me have some water… and rest and we’ll keep going in a few minutes”, you pleaded with him. Astarion didn’t look completely convinced but sighed in defeat after a few of your racing heartbeats.

“Alright – could you please not die for a moment while I go and talk to the others?”, he said in a sassy tone that couldn’t completely gloss over the worry in his voice.

You let your head fall down again and simply nodded. Astarion went off towards the rest of your companions.

Ever so slowly you felt a little bit better. Cautiously you knelt back onto your feet – at least not on all fours anymore! Shortly after you tried to carefully get up and move over to the rock Astarion had mentioned.

That was when the vampire returned. “Oh no no, you stay right where you are, you poor helpless creature that would have perished already had it not been for me.” He ran the last few feet over and grabbed one of your arms to slowly put it around his neck and help you get up and walk over to sit on the boulder. You wanted to say something witty at his taunt, but your mind was too blank.

“Also, we are actually taking a break – all of us, so don’t even try to keep on walking”, he scolded you as he placed you down.

“What did you tell the others?”, you asked simply as you placed your forearms on your thighs and just sat leaning forward like that for a little. “Tss, does it matter now? Something like I broke a nail of mine and needed a moment to mourn it or whatever”, Astarion replied annoyedly.

“Can’t believe they actually stopped for that”, you said slowly and chuckled with your head between your knees and threw up a look at your vampiric companion. “Yeah well, seems they care a lot about my wellbeing. And I take it they would about yours, too”, he gave back – again very sassily. You just chuckled but didn’t reply. You saw that he relaxed a little.

“Ah here. You should probably drink and eat a little”, the vampire said after a while of the two of you just sitting there. He offered you a water bottle and some berries from a pouch – both of which weren’t his for obvious reasons.

You narrowed your eyes at him: “Where did you get those?” “By the Gods, you are so reluctant to help, I should’ve left you in the dirt.” Astarion rolled his eyes at you. “The druid gave it to me – you’re not as inconspicuous as you might believe, oh mighty leader of our adventure troupe.” You had a desire to punch this cheeky elf but you knew you were in no condition to act on something like this, so you sighed and first took the water and then started to munch on some berries from the offered pouch.

Silence spread once more between the two of you. Before Astarion broke it again: “Listen, Tav, darling, I know this must be because you’re letting me drink your blood so often.” You immediately wanted to start protesting but the vampire hushed you, brows furrowed.

“No, for once, you’ll let me do the talking. Don’t think I’m blind – your form has been declining for quite some time now. We can’t go on like this. I mean, Halsin has also noticed already.” You stayed silent and kept popping berries in your mouth and silently thanked the druid for his kind gesture – even if you didn’t want the others to know of this weakness. You slowly started to feel better.

“As much as I enjoy our little late night… sessions. We should probably take a break – at least concerning these particular ones. And maybe later, keep longer breaks in between if you insist to keep throwing yourself at me to drink your blood”, Astarion continued and sighed theatrically.

He tried so hard to be sarcastic about the whole thing, but you noticed that he was actually worried, judging by the guilty glint in his red eyes. And maybe it was that the blood loss was affecting your brain too much but you stared at him and just dryly said: “You know, you could just admit that you care about me, Astarion.”

The vampire huffed in surprise, then he sneered with a click of his tongue: “Bah, of course I do, you seem to be the only one to get this group of clowns to work together after all. It’s not like I care for you much as a person. As a blood bag maybe, but other than that…”

You pursed your lips and let him ramble, digging his own verbal grave by trying to talk himself out of it.

You didn’t even reply afterwards, just let him steep in the own awkwardness he created.

You kept looking at him – even offered him a berry, he scrunched his nose at – then shrugged and ate it yourself.

You slowly opened your water bottle…

“Okay, maybe a little. Tiny bit. Because you’re the only one in the group who seems to have a real sense of humour – at least when you’re not lying in the dirt being a dried out husk”, Astarion exclaimed.

You grinned at him wolfishly and shook the last of the berries from the small bag into your mouth ignoring his insult. “Now, wasn’t even that hard, was it? I really like you to, Astarion”, you said and then slowly stood up – careful not to immediately make a fool of yourself again.

“I liked you better when you were staring at the dirt up close”, the vampire replied and jumped up while crossing his arms over his chest, then sauntered away.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself”, you kept teasing and slowly went after the brooding vampire.

You met up with the rest of the camp then went on your way for the rest of the day. The others were already so used to the two of you missing from the camp at the same time (mostly during nighttime, of course) that they didn’t even look up when the two of you came back.

Later when you all had settled down for the night you saw that Astarion went over to Halsin and talked to him softly. They both threw you looks in between which made you uncomfortable because you certainly could imagine what the topic was. Before Astarion had also made sure you’d gotten the first serving of tonight’s dinner (and also seconds).

Even later when the others were already at rest the vampire confessed, he’d been asking the druid about how he could go about drinking your blood without putting too much of a strain on you. Again, you noticed that he seemed not only concerned about his blood rations when he explained that to you.

The next days you also noticed that Astarion had started carrying some water and the bag from Halsin containing the berries.

And you thought to yourself that – for a blood bag – Astarion seemed to put an awful lot of thought and action into making sure you were okay.

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heizlut · 9 months ago

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Kaeya has STRONG "I'll treat you like a queen in the streets, but you better serve me like I'm a king in the sheets" vibes

I just know this man is hiding a huge degradation kink. Everyone will be seeing him pampering you and being the sweetest and most romantic bf ever, but he will be saying the filthiest shit ever later, making you work for the PRIVILEGE of being able to suck his cock, and you bet I'm all for it

when i saw this, i was giggling and blushing like an idiot lmao i completely agree that this is how kaeya is so here goes:

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!kaeya, degradation, humiliation

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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All eyes were on you and Kaeya whenever you went out. He was always the perfect gentleman, spoiling you with whatever you could ask for. You'd look up at him with a pretty doe-eyed look when you wanted him to get you something that had caught your eye. Not that you needed to do that since he would give you Celestia if you asked for it. The girls would look on with jealous eyes and the older folks of Mondstadt would turn to their own sons and grandsons saying 'That's how you treat a lady'. But little did they know what went on when the two of you were in the privacy of your own home.

When you both had entered your home after a day of you being absolutely spoiled as usual, Kaeya looks to you. His sweet and cheerful demeanor dropping the second you walked in through the door, taking on a hint of dark lust. He reaches out, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up, "Such a spoiled little thing... Don't you think I deserve a thank you?" The tone of his voice makes you feel dizzy as you bite at your bottom lip and nod, "Thank you.." Kaeya tilts his head slightly, one corner of his lips curling up, “You can do better than that.”

Without hesitation, you lift your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. Kaeya watches with a smug smirk on his face, but unfortunately, you're taking too long for his liking. He pulls you by the front of your bra, making you gasp in surprise and stumble towards him. Using his cryo vision, he freezes the part he's holding onto and effectively shatters the front, letting the garment hit the floor. Before you can speak a word, he does the same with your panties. A chill runs up your spine from feeling such a harsh coldness almost directly on your sensitive core and you give an exasperated pout, "Kaeyaaa! That was my favorite set..." He just chuckles darkly, shaking his head as he leans close to you, his hot breath contrasts the cold you were feeling, "You're acting as if I won't just buy you another."

Kaeya didn't like to see you continue to pout like the spoiled brat you were (although you becoming as spoiled as you were was entirely his fault), so he reaches out, using a touch of cryo as he pinches your nipple between his deft fingers. Your expression immediately switches to one of surprise and pleasure as he teases you. His fingers make their way down your body, making you shiver from the cold touch. Just when he's about to reach your clit, he pauses with a devious look on his face, "I don't think you deserve my touch here." His fingers trace just above where you desperately want him as you whimper. His hand quickly makes it's way to your throat, squeezing just enough to bring your focus back to him, "Such a needy little slut I have... You're supposed to be thanking me properly for what I've done for you today, yet here you are whining for me to satisfy you instead, tsk."

Before you can speak up, Kaeya walks across the room and sits down on the bed. He takes off his belt and undoes his pants, freeing his half-hardened cock and pumping it languidly in his hand. The look in his eyes is a dark one that makes you weak in the knees. Your eyes move down to look at the way he's pumping his length and you almost salivate. You start to make your way to him when Kaeya clicks his tongue, "Crawl to me." You blink once, unsure of if he said what you thought he just said. Kaeya gives you a sharp look, "Get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl to me like a dog since you want to stand there practically drooling for my cock."

Kaeya being degrading to you wasn't something new, you actually loved it, and getting on your hands and knees for him was exactly what you would do. You crawl your way over to him and he can't help the dark chuckle that falls from his lips as he watches how pathetic you are for him. You reach him and get on your knees in front of him, giving that doe-eyed look he knew so well. "Aww that's cute. You think that look works here?", Kaeya leans down, he cock so close to your lips, "Unfortunately for you, that little look isn't going to cut it. You haven't done much to even deserve my cock. All you did was simply crawl. Do better... Give me a show."

You whimper, your pussy aching with desperate need. You wanted him so badly... You turn around, arching your back with your perky ass wiggling in the air. You reach underneath yourself and start rubbing your clit, letting your juices drench your fingers as you run them through your folds then back to your clit. You let out a soft moan as you try your best to tempt him and give him the show he wanted. Kaeya watches with intrigue, pumping his length a little faster as pre drips from the thick tip. With his free hand, he catches you off guard by landing a harsh smack to your ass, making you cry out, "Lemme see you stretch out that pathetic pussy of yours. We need to make sure my cock will fit without an issue this time."

You pant as you do your best to finger yourself, making sure to spread your pussy with your fingers inside to show that you could take it. You try to go deeper, trying to replicate the feeling of his fingers in your pussy but you let out a pitiful cry of frustration when you can't reach the spots that he does so effortlessly. Kaeya rolls his eyes at the state you're in, "Face me. On your knees. I've seen enough." You adjust yourself how he wants you to be with a worried look on your face, thinking that you failed entirely and would be left a pitiful, needy mess, "Please. I can do better. Let me do better." He quirks a brow at this, "That true? Then beg for my cock."

He continues stroking himself, squeezing at the reddened tip. The view is mesmerizing to you, hardly able to tear your eyes away as you beg, "Please let me suck your cock. I can make you feel so good-" Kaeya cuts you off with a snap of his fingers, drawing your eyes up to him instead of his cock, "Eyes on me, slut. Try again." You lick your lips and have the most desperate submissive look on your face, "Please, Kaeya. Fuck my throat. Use me." His lips curl into a satisfied smile, "That's more like it... Open up."

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a/n: i hope you liked this anon! maybe i’ll make this into a full fic with more ways kaeya can degrade the reader👀

#kaeya smut #kaeya x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya

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goldennikko · 2 years ago

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BELOVED UNNIE — le sserafim

summary : you're a tough person who never showed any signs of weakness, but then you got sick and the group went live, so you had no choice but to join them. you didn't let anyone know, but one of the girls noticed and the fans watched as they doted on you.

pairing : le sserafim x 6th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '98 liner ; platonic!eunchae ; but the other girls adore you (romantically or platonically? who knows)

requested: ✘

word count : 4k

you had been feeling awful since the moment you woke up. you were burning up, but you also wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in a burrito. unfortunately for you, the group had to go to the hybe building, and here you were in the freezing dance practice room, wrapped up in yunjin's jacket, which wasn't enough to keep the cold at bay.

"ah, unnie is here!" chaewon said, waving you over. she hadn't noticed you leave the room before and got worried when they started the live and you weren't there.

the other girls cheered, with yunjin being the loudest of all. you smiled, but the noise made the painful throbbing in your head worse.

when you were within reach, chaewon grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit next to her. you tried not to wince at her strength; her grip wasn't tight, but the pull shook you enough to make you dizzy. you managed to sit next to her, waving and greeting the fans that were watching.

"hi, everyone~" your throat was scratchy, so your voice sounded a little different than usual, and sakura noticed it, leaning forward to look at you, but brushed it off when she saw you bouncing excitedly next to chaewon as the short-haired read the comment intended for you.

the girls gazed at you with adoration in their eyes as you answered the question. the fans pointed it out, causing eunchae to look at her unnies with a disgusted expression on her face.

you saw the maknae through the phone screen and burst out laughing. despite their confusion, the girls laughed along, founding you absolutely adorable.

"what? what? why are you laughing?" sakura asked.

you pointed at eunchae and she made the same face when you asked her to, the girls joined in on your laughter. your leader, on the other hand, kept a wary eye on you as you hid your face in your elbow.

chaewon grabbed your thigh and squeezed it to get your attention while they were busy with eunchae. you looked at her, brows furrowed in silent question. you slightly backed away from her as she leaned in close, not wanting any of your members to be near you at the moment.

chaewon narrowed her eyes. that was strange. you liked affection and didn't mind when the girls clung to you, so seeing you flinch away from her when she hadn't even done anything was strange.

you smiled nervously. "everything okay?"

i should be the one asking you that, chaewon thought as she observed your rather pale face, but had to look away from you when sakura called for her.

you sighed, mentally thanking sakura for drawing chaewon's attention away from you. your leader was too observant, or perhaps she just enjoyed watching you so much that she noticed everything about you.

however, the way she held onto your thigh and the look she gave you before turning away told you the conversation wasn't over.

a dance battle was suddenly proposed. you had no idea who suggested it and you didn't really care who because you were too busy panicking when you saw yunjin approaching you.

the dance battle was apparently going to be by pair and yunjin had chosen you as hers. the american slid across the floor on her knees, grabbing your hands that were covered by her jacket sleeves, finding it cute because her jacket almost swallowed you whole.

despite the pounding in your head, you laughed at her antics, causing yunjin to smile widely. her heart skipped a beat as she moved her face closer to yours. unfortunately, you couldn't pull away this time because she was holding you in place.

"be my partner, unnie." yunjin dramatically said, causing the girls to squeal while everyone in the comment section was going crazy.

you giggled and leaned down to rest your forehead on her shoulders, trying to play it off. when in reality, you were wincing against the fabric of her shirt. too loud, you thought.

"yes, yes. i'll be your partner." you murmured.

yunjin, thinking you were shy, let go of your hands and wrapped her arms around your body. you recovered quickly and rubbed her back, albeit hesitantly, before giving your hand to yunjin, who gently helped you to your feet.

sakura and kazuha had teamed up, leaving chaewon and eunchae together. yunjin had her arm around your shoulders, keeping you close, while chaewon scoured the comment section for a song to dance to. it took her a bit long because the leader would cast an occasional glance your way, watching you close your eyes for a brief moment. yunjin was too busy teasing everyone else to notice your struggle.

chaewon opted to choose a song at random, which was run bts. when the song started, yunjin quickly pulled you to the center and your body automatically moved to the music. sakura and eunchae were cheering for you both, while kazuha stood there silently in awe, clapping her hands.

you nailed the dance as usual, but chaewon couldn't help but notice the stagger every now and then from your part.

the leader was convinced that something was wrong with you at this point. after you had finished dancing, yunjin wrapped her arms around your waist and lifted you off your feet. as she spun the two of you around, you squealed and clutched her shoulders for dear life, masking your wince with a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"we'll go next!" sakura volunteered and kazuha tailed her.

sakura crossed her arms and raised her brows at yunjin as the duo stood in front of you. the american gently put you back to your feet and you staggered slightly due to the room spinning, causing both the american and the ballerina to reach out to steady you.

"i'm sorry!" yunjin laughed, apologetic eyes trained on you. you waved her away, assuring sakura, who was worried as well before they were back to their silly antics.

"we will defeat you." sakura playfully said and yunjin played along, staring her down. "bring it on, unnie."

kazuha had switched sides, clinging to the sleeve of your jacket, while you simply chuckled at the scene before you two. you turned to her and finally saw the innocent eyes she was giving you.

you recognized that look, the hug me please look.

normally, you would give her a big hug, but you only wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed her before pulling away.

"hug please~" unsatisfied, the japanese pouted and whined, but you chuckled and patted her stomach.

"good luck, my zuha." you encouraged the ballerina.

that was enough for her, for now at least, and she beamed while thanking you. she was still going to get that hug later.

the japanese ballerina was too cute.

you walked away from the chaos, eunchae had joined them, and chaewon approached you with her arms wide open. you wanted to avoid her, but you were reminded of the live when sakura and eunchae briefly conversed with the fans, so you let chaewon hug you.

"shit. you're hot, unnie." she hissed quietly, one hand wrapping around your nape.

even if she didn't touch you, she could feel the heat you were emitting, but you were burning hot when her palm touched your skin. it's so hot that you could cook an egg on it. she narrowed her eyes at you, but worry was swimming in them.

you let out a sigh. there was no denying it any longer, but that didn't mean you couldn't dismiss her concern.

"i know, chaewon-ie. thank you." you joked and the shorter girl blushed heavily.

while that was correct, chaewon did not intend it that way. you chuckled, which caused the girl to glare up at you, and you raised your brows in amusement.

"you look like a chipmunk right now." you teased, ruffling her hair and walking past her.

chaewon was frustrated by your insufferable behavior at times. by that, she meant you always hiding it when you're not feeling well and acting casually about it even when confronted.

you sat on the floor and rested your head against the wall. the coolness of it reduced the intense pounding in your head. you melted against it. you noticed yunjin going to the phone to select a song for the japanese duo, but your attention was drawn to chaewon, who left the room after one last look at you.

you sighed. she was going to tell the manager for sure. you couldn't dwell on the thought for long, though, because you felt a weight on your lap. when you opened your eyes, you locked gazes with eunchae in the mirror.

"hi, unnie." the maknae grinned.

"hey, baby gorl~" you sang jokingly, making the young girl giggle uncontrollably, your fingers poking her sides. she wiggled as she tried to avoid you, but ended up melting against you.

whatever your circumstances were, you couldn't push everyone's favorite baby off you, so you let eunchae rest on you. you were relieved that you were fully clothed from head to toe to avoid any accidental direct skin contact.

you didn't want to worry her or anyone else in the group, so you didn't tell them. you were the oldest and they were all your responsibility, including chaewon, even though she was the leader.

yunjin had finally chosen a song, to which the japanese duo danced, with the three of you cheering them on. the american found herself standing next to both of your sitting forms, shouting encouraging words. eunchae was doing the same thing, though not as dramatically as yunjin, but more dramatically than you.

although you were in pain, sitting between your two loud members while sick was totally not ideal, you shouted along.

chaewon slipped inside quietly and your gaze was drawn down to the plastic bag she was carrying. yunjin and eunchae were too busy yelling to notice and the leader was concerned to see you now openly wincing behind eunchae, making sure to keep your face hidden from the camera.

too much. it was too much, you thought.

when sakura and kazuha finished dancing and everyone clapped, dramatic compliments were thrown everywhere, you broke eye contact with chaewon. you were just smiling and nodding as you rested your chin on eunchae's shoulder.

"cheer me on, unnie!" the maknae yelled, pointing at you as she stood up from your lap.

you grinned, putting your hands on top of where your heart should be. "i'm your biggest fan, baby gorl! hong eunchae! hong eunchae! hong eunchae!"

"why are you cheering them on, but not us?" kazuha chimed in, pouting at you.

kazuha was just joking, everyone knew that, but you freaked out. you flailed your arms in an attempt to deny it, but eunchae's laugh fueled the entire situation. yunjin was also not helping, the american was making fun of both of you.

"ooh, unnie~ even i will be jealous, too!" yunjin laughed at your pouting face before turning to the japanese ballerina, delivering a smack to her arm, causing kazuha to fly off to the side.

"no, no, no!"

meanwhile, sakura stood there, mindlessly swiping through the screen for a song to play. she had a small smile on her lips as you defend yourself against yunjin and kazuha, who had joined forces. by that point, eunchae was wailing on the floor. she only looked away when chaewon approached, tilting her head at the plastic bag she handed her.

"what's this?" sakura queried, but took it from the short-haired girl.

chaewon sighed, running a hand through her short hair in frustration. "y/n unnie is sick. she's burning hot right now."

sakura's eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on you. it made sense to her now why your voice sounded like that the whole time and why you appeared pale even from a distance.

the second eldest had also noticed your random staggerings earlier, but blamed it on the adrenaline coursing through your veins. even when you were sick, you seemed excited, but she would admit it was toned down a little.

sakura sighed. she placed far too much trust in you, but she should have known better. the japanese ushered chaewon to the center of the room, where everyone was still arguing.

"i'll handle this." sakura said and chaewon walked away, leaving the older girl to quickly select a song.

"stop, stop!" chaewon stressed out, dissolving the play fight between you.

you caught chaewon's eyes as you assisted eunchae from the floor. you gave her a subtle thumbs up and she curtly nodded before taking eunchae with her, the music finally playing in the background.

"wooh! go, baby gorl!" yunjin yelled while kazuha clapped excitedly from next to her, cheering along.

"chaewon-ah! you look so good!" you cheered teasingly and chaewon briefly glanced at you, scrunching her nose in disapproval, but you didn't miss the blush across her cheeks.

they began to dance and everyone erupted into cheers before you noticed sakura staring at you. she waved you over and you gave the leader and maknae one last cheer before approaching her. you were given a light pinch on the cheek once you arrived and you yelped in response to her affection slash brutal action and pouted at the japanese.

"you should've told us."

sakura handed you the water bottle and medicine, a disapproving look on her face. you sighed and avoided her gaze, not liking the disappointment in it before downing what you were given.

"i didn't want to worry you girls." you murmured.

sakura reached up to take your face in her hands, her frown deepening as she felt the intense heat on your face, and caressed your jaw with her thumbs.

"i know we're the oldest here. you're the oldest among us. but let us worry about you as well." sakura scolded lightly and you nodded, sighing in defeat.

you both joined the girls and distributed the extra water bottles brought by chaewon. yunjin, kazuha, and eunchae noticed your interaction with sakura and gave you two a puzzled look. you exchanged a look with your fellow '98 liner, who nodded, indicating she'd explain what was going on.

while you and chaewon were diverting the attention of the fans, sakura quietly gathered the girls behind you two.

"unnie is sick?!" yunjin whisper-yelled.

"yeah, she's hot." sakura mindlessly said, watching you carefully.

"she is." kazuha replied with a firm nod.

sakura shook her head frantically, she didn't mean to say you were hot like that. yunjin simply laughed in agreement with the ballerina. eunchae's jaw dropped to the floor before her expression turned into one of disgust and punched yunjin's arm, causing the american to laugh even harder.

their concerns returned when you turned around and left chaewon to cough into your elbow. yunjin was the first to approach you with her arms outstretched. you accepted her hug and watched as sakura dragged eunchae with her to the leader. you laughed at the maknae as she whined, wanting to console you.

while you relished yunjin's warmth, kazuha reached out to touch your forehead. the heat you were giving off caused the ballerina to scrunch her nose. yunjin rubbed her cheek against yours, her brows furrowed. you noticed their concern, so you smiled and patted yunjin's lower back while tapping kazuha's chin.

"i'm okay. it's just a fever." you whispered.

yunjin grimaced. "you're too hot, unnie."

"i know. thank you, babe." you grinned cheekily.

yunjin laughed at your confidence and backed away, allowing kazuha to take her place. as yunjin rubbed your back, the american watched you bury your face in kazuha's neck.

"don't blame me if you get sick afterwards." you mumbled.

kazuha swayed you gently. "you didn't give me a hug earlier." the ballerina pouted.

"okay, okay, my zuha. i'm giving you one now, aren't i?"

kazuha hummed happily in response.

yunjin smiled and leaned down to whisper in your ear, her lips brushing against your hot skin. "join us in a bit, unnie."

you gave her an almost unnoticeable nod because you were melting against kazuha, and yunjin kissed you on the head before joining the others.

kazuha's silence and warmth were soothing. the first part of the live was so chaotic that it was unbearable due to your headache, but you didn't want to worry the girls, so you stayed.

but now the ballerina was providing you with the soothing silence you craved.

kazuha didn't move and let you rest on her.

"come on, zuha, let's join them."

the ballerina was disappointed when you pulled away a moment later and dragged her back to the group, but she didn't say anything. eunchae quickly clung to your arm and sakura immediately asked you a question about something she had seen minutes before.

the girls fell silent as you explained your side of the debate, and yunjin listened intently while scanning the comments section, but then she noticed a comment.

i love how the girls go quiet when y/n is speaking <3

that reminds yunjin of the earlier chaos and she scolded herself internally for being too loud around you. eunchae was thinking the same thing because she had noticed yunjin freeze next to her and had read the comment as well.

the maknae pouted sadly, her grip tightening unconsciously around your arm, causing you to look down at the girl. you made a mental note to ask her later and opted to pat her on the head instead.

the girls continued to shower you with affection while being mindful of the volume of their voices around you. you had to end the live a few minutes later because your manager, whom chaewon had called earlier to take you all home, had knocked on the door.

you waved goodbye to the camera and soon found yourself in the back of the van with yunjin and eunchae, which you used as an opportunity to question the maknae about what had caused her behavior to change.

"eunchae?" the youngest hummed while the rest of the girls perked up at your voice. "everything okay?"

you didn't miss the way yunjin's and eunchae's shoulders tense up in response to your question. you ignored the other girls who turned around to listen and cast a brief glance at the american, but she avoided your gaze, so you focused on eunchae.

you tapped her chin to make her look at you as she had moved her gaze to her lap. "mind telling me?"

eunchae hesitated, but your soft gaze assured her that you weren't mad. you were tired, yes, but you were not mad.

"were we too loud?"

you blinked, perplexed by her question, and simply chuckled. you felt yunjin's gaze on you, so you briefly met her gaze before tapping eunchae's chin again to console her.

"yes, everyone was, but you didn't know i was sick. it's okay, princess."

"sorry." yunjin murmured.

you nudged the american, making her look at you. you raised your brows at her. "what did i just say, hm?"

yunjin pouted and buried her face in your hair while eunchae grumbled her argument. you only chuckled and comforted the girls in your arms. chaewon and sakura had taken out their phones to take photos, while kazuha looked like she wants to leave her seat and join you three.

but they were relieved to hear you say that, too.

"but please, unnie, tell us if you're not feeling well." chaewon joined in.

the spotlight was back on you in an instant.

you apologetically smiled and nodded. "sorry."

"that's why you stole my jacket." yunjin pointed out.

you grimaced at her sparkling eyes. "i prefer the term borrowed, jen, but yes."

yunjin shook her head. "stole, unnie. stole."

sakura chuckled at your banter. "hopefully, there won't be next time, but tell us. you hear me, l/n?" she scolded lightly.

"rely on us, too, unnie." kazuha mumbled, but you heard her.

apart from sakura, kazuha relied heavily on you for her korean because you can also speak japanese. you looked after her during her trainee days and continued to do so; you would even accompany her when she wanted to go exploring. the ballerina desired that you rely on her to repay the favor.

not only her, but the rest of the girls, too.

chaewon relied on you and sakura. as the leader, she felt a lot of pressure, so you were always there to give her comfort, assurances, and lots of hugs. when it became too much, you'd take charge. she'd find herself making her way to your room in the middle of the night to ask for it and you'd always give without complaint.

when the hate over her debuting again became unbearable, sakura turned to you. you always know when that happens and the japanese will cling to you while you reassure her. the first time it happened was when you came home late from an individual schedule and caught her in the living room. after that, you cooked her favorite japanese food despite the fact that all you wanted to do at the time was pass out on your bed.

kazuha was there, too, but she had no idea what was happening and just joined you because she caught the smell from her room.

when yunjin arrived in hybe, you were the first person she met. you were her first friend there, so she was more attached to you than to anyone else. you were always there to reassure her that she, too, deserved to make her debut, but perhaps the timing wasn't quite right. that's how you and the american met; she was crying about it in a practice room, and you took her out to dinner afterwards.

finally, eunchae, whom you had claimed as your daughter. everyone knew not to mess with eunchae because you'd always be there to back your daughter, no matter what. she'd cling to you whenever she missed her family and you'd give her the affection she craved.

and you, you were tough, and chaewon sometimes curses you for being tough. you were the oldest, so you always tried your hardest to keep your cool so you could be there for the other girls.

they hadn't seen you in a vulnerable state.

and now, you were sick; even if it was a minor thing, the girls would do their best to nurse you back to health.

you sighed, but a smile was on your face. "okay."

"good. you're sleeping with me, unnie." chaewon's sudden announcement caused a commotion inside the van.

"no way." the girls immediately said in unison and yunjin even added another comment to emphasize her disapproval. "what are you saying?"

chaewon crossed her arms. "i need to monitor her temperature."

sakura quickly shook her head. "i can do that, chaewon. leave it to me."

yunjin leaned forward and made a 'x' with her arms. "unnie is sleeping with me!"

"i want to take care of unnie, too!" kazuha raised her voice.

"me, too." eunchae almost flew out of her seat, eager to join the argument.

you sat there, your brow furrowed in amusement. you sat quietly listening as the girls argued about who you should sleep with tonight. the girls' antics were amusing, but your head was pounding again, and you could tell your manager was concerned by the way he looked at you, so you stepped in.

"quiet."

the girls quieted down at your commanding, albeit scratchy, voice, and you almost coughed because you had raised your voice so much that it irritated your throat. they looked at you, sheepish and apologetic, and you sighed.

"everyone will sleep in the living room. we'll make a pillow fort."

because their beloved unnie's words are their command, they exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement. you sighed and closed your eyes, yunjin resting her head on yours and eunchae leaning against your shoulders.

"no more hiding, okay?" sakura told you later on as you got out of the van.

"promise, kkura." you gave her a gentle smile and nod, squeezing her hand before dragging her into the dorm.

they may be annoyingly loud at times, but you love them for it.

but you do wish they'd tone it down for the time being before your head explodes.

nikko note: this is a bit too long, i hope that's okay? i'm so sorry. how was it? T^T anyway, hope you enjoyed it! thanks for reading!

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eaeaeasaggresively · 2 years ago

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mhmmm kinda tbh

I was failing almost all of my grades at the start of my school year but I got everything up to an average level in just a few months!!

Everything is possible if you stay positive and work hard enough so dont let your dad talk you down!! you can do it!!! <3

WAHHH TYYYY T^T School is difficult but i do want to have decent grades... Hopefully it gets better soo!!! <3

#Remuchen !!!#i usually tag dizzy for this but i want to be tagging everyone if i can remember to sooo #now u have ur own tag hehe !!

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pawnshopbleus · 3 months ago

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These Are the Days Ten - It's Never Too Late

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more, please visit here.

Author's note: 😎

Previous Chapter.

Theodore's fitting into your life nicely. It’s been two weeks and your parents have remained silent. They still don’t know about the new addition to the family. If the specks of black and white aren't giving him away then nothing can. Theodore's a quiet dog when your parents are home but loud and rowdy when it's just the two of you. It's as if he can sense that the people who come in at night do not like dogs.

It’s the weekend and your parents are nowhere to be found. Dina and Jesse are over at your house. It’s been a long time since you hung out, just the three of you. You don’t mind it when Ellie tags along but that usually means her tongue will be down Dina’s throat by the end of the night.

Dina was draped across your couch while Jesse sat uncomfortably at Dina’s feet. The movie the three of you were watching was some very low-budget one you found on Tubi. It was so hilariously bad that Dina had to step away to collect her thoughts.

Theodore jumped onto the couch and into Jesse’s lap. Jesse’s eyes widened as he stiffened. He uncomfortably cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Oh, Jesse. I’m so sorry!” You hurried to get Theodore off of Jesse’s lap but as your hands got closer to him, he began to growl.

You step back and look at Theodore, confused. This was the first time he’s ever growled at you. You go to pick him up again and he begins to growl. This time, his teeth are barred.

Jesse’s trembling hands go to pet Theodore on his head and he relaxes under his touch. Theodore must really like Jesse for him to act that way.

“I’m not a dog person. I prefer animals that can fit in my palm,” Jesse says as he uncomfortably pets Theodore’s head.

“Can you try and pick him up?”

Jesse’s hands move to Theodore’s sides and he begins to growl again. A bead of sweat falls from Jesse’s forehead onto Theodore’s fur.

Theodore drifts off into a deep and snore-filled sleep. You now just discovered Theodore’s favorite resting place, Jesse’s lap.

Dina walks back into the room with a sorry expression. Before she even opens her mouth you know what she’s done.

“You called Ellie, didn’t you?” you sigh from the couch.

Dina shoots you a regretful expression and sits down next to Jesse.

“I’m sorry. She asked me where I was and I couldn’t lie to her…”

You shrug and rest your head on the armrest. The kind of relationship Dina and Ellie have is extremely physical. They can’t go two seconds without touching each other, which you think is sweet, but if they break up it’s going to kill them and everyone else.

Ellie’s at your house a few minutes later carrying a bag of snacks. Someone comes in behind her and as your eyes meet who it is, it feels as if you've just been punched in the throat. Abby’s is out of her signature braid tonight. Her blonde hair is down and left flowing in the breeze.

For the first time that night, Theodore gets off of Jesse’s lap and trots over to Abby and Ellie. He sniffs them and then walks off to the side as if he just permitted them to enter.

Abby awkwardly enters the living room and sits at the other end of the couch you're sitting on. The movie that was making you laugh just a few minutes ago now sat unwatched as you suddenly found the dirt under your nails very interesting.

Abby’s hands were clammy. She hadn’t seen you since she got back together with Owen. She could sense that you were the most disappointed out of anyone. She didn’t want to fight, she just wanted her friend back.

She glanced at you and her heart exploded with envy. She wanted you to look at her with that much interest. You hadn’t looked at her that way ever since she introduced you to Owen. She missed your witty banter and how your mahogany and vanilla shampoo made her head dizzy. How she knew what shampoo you used is beside the point. The periods in which the two of you would stop talking were killing her. Not even Owen could how she felt.

Owen, Owen, Owen.

The two of you would stop talking every time she would get back with Owen. Maybe he was the problem. But Abby couldn’t break up with him again. She needed to be with him for reasons unknown to her. All her life she’s been told that Owen likes her. That he's a "good boy." People would defend his actions by saying that, “when boys are mean to you that means they like you.” It’s been ingrained in Abby since the moment that she was born. She's supposed to be with him. That’s why they get back together so often. Owen is all that Abby knows.

Owen is supposed to be with Abby. Abby's supposed to be with Owen.

What about what she wants?

Ellie tries to crack a few jokes here and there but nothing is making you laugh. You feel sick to your stomach with Abby here. The sight of what she lets Owen do to her makes you want to smash everything in your house and move back to California. At least back in California, there wasn’t a girl haunting your dreams as if she was a ghost.

Your mind is telling you that you need to talk to Abby. Every relationship can be mended with strong communication. But there’s also another part of your mind that’s telling you to keep everything guarded. You can’t be hurt if no one knows the truth.

The movie ends and you suggest that you put on another one. The noise from the movie leaves the noises in your head at bay. Dina and Ellie say that they better get home because they “need to do homework,” while Jesse needs to go home to do actual homework. Abby stays silent, her muscles flexing under her long sleeve shirt. For once, you wish she would say something instead of just staring at the floor.

Ellie, Jesse, and Dina all wave goodbye to you as you close the door behind them.

Abby’s standing now, her back towards you.

This makes you angry for some reason. Everything you've been feeling comes pouring out of your mouth. Both sides of your brain feel like they're fighting each other. One side is scolding you for telling the truth while the other is applauding.

“You don’t even have the decency to face me?”

Abby turns, her face red. “What is wrong with you?”

You scoff, “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You fight with Owen, he cheats on you, he gets a girl pregnant, and you get back together with him!”

“Friends are supposed to support one another!”

“Supporting is showing up to your softball games, Abby. Not cheering for you when you get back together with your cheating boyfriend.”

Abby's hands are balled up into fists. You’re right and she knows it, but Abby’s stubborn and not going down without a fight.

“You know nothing about Owen!”

“I know that he got mad at me for not wanting to sleep with him. That’s why I threw that drink on his ugly ass shirt!”

Fighting with you was nothing like fighting with Owen. You were making great points while he would act like a child. Comparison is never the answer but deep down in her heart she knew that you were everything she wanted.

“I-he,” Abby chews on her bottom lip. "I'm scared. Everyone in this town loves him and if I end things with him, I'm done. His dad is the captain of the football team which gives him great connections. I'll lose my team, I won't get any letters of recommendation. Everything I know and could possibly dream of is ruined if I'm not with Owen."

Her confession has you stepping closer to her. You never took into account how Abby's life would be affected if she left Owen. You've been so deep in your selfish fantasies that you forgot that the girl in your dreams is human. She has the right to feel how she does, even if you don't want her to.

Your hands are shaky as you lay them on her shoulder. Her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes.

“Abby, thank you for telling me that. I never knew how leaving him would affect you."

Abby looks at your hands on her shoulders and then looks at you. "He tried telling me that you weren't good for me. He tried to get me to stop hanging out with you and it worked for a while."

"What changed?"

"He did. He wasn't answering my texts or calls. I realized it was because he was seeing Mel again. I don't know what to do."

"Abby, look at me."

Her glassy eyes are brimming with tears as they meet yours. A tear falls down her rosy cheek, and as if it was ingrained in you, your thumb wipes it away.

"You are the strongest person I know. You've endured more than anyone. Please tell me that you know that."

She stares at you.

"Abby, please," you plead with her.

Abby lets out a shaky breath, "I missed you."

Your hand finds a blonde strand that falls like waves from her head and guides a piece behind her ear. Her hair is soft while the skin on her palms is calloused and rough. The difference between the two is almost laughable.

With one hand on her shoulder and the other in her hair, she finally realizes that you are her everything. Ever since she got that glimpse of you in the window, she's been obsessed with you. She convinced herself that fate brought you to her. You’ve freed her from the confines of her mind. You made her wear her emotions on her sleeve. Everything that you've done has been for her benefit.

As she looks into your eyes, she finally sees her true self. What she’s been bottling up for years is finally coming out. She’s scared but what’s life without a little fear?

As if you can sense what’s coming, you nod, giving her permission.

Her thumb slides over your bottom lip and she leans in. The moment you've been dreaming about is finally here. It doesn't feel real as Abby kisses you with the passion of a thousand Ellie and Dina’s. It’s like something you’ve never felt before. As her lips melt with yours, the both of you are finally realizing what you are. You’re something that modern society fears yet that doesn't scare you. You'd die a thousand times and a thousand painful deaths if it meant that you could spend just one day in Abby's arms.

Abby’s hands snake down into the belt loop of your pants and pull you in closer. Her calloused hands find solace at your waste while she explores your mouth. It’s the first time you’ve kissed anyone in years. It’s sticky, but you like it. Your stomach is doing flips while your heart dances in your chest.

You never want this moment to end and sadly, it has to. Abby looks you in the eyes and you just know that your Abby is back.

Tag list: @rew1nds @colbyweirdo

I low-key feel bad because I'm kind of reducing Dina and Ellie's relationship to physical touch but at the same time this isn't their story so...

I also feel bad for Jesse because he will be a major third wheel soon. At least Theodore likes him!

And lastly, what do you think about Abby and the Reader? Did they make up too soon or is the pacing just right?

Thank you for reading!

Next Chapter - Coming Soon.

#lesbian #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #the last of us part 2

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ssturniolo · 11 months ago

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Best friends brother

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - your night takes an unexpected turn with your crush 🫢

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - kissing, swearing, I think that’s it :)

You’ve been best friends with Nick for as long as you can remember, meaning you’ve gotten pretty close with his triplet brothers Matt and Chris too.

Recently, there’s been an undeniable tension between you and Chris, causing you to hang out with both Matt and Chris less. You hated that you had growing feelings about your best friends brother and you feared the outcome of everyone’s relationship with you if they found out.

That’s the reason you’ve only been hanging out with Nick, your feelings intensifying any time you merely look at Chris.

And this brings us to now, you scavenging the kitchen for something to eat. You haven’t left nicks room since you arrived at their house earlier in the day, stopping any possible chance of seeing Chris. But your hunger is basically eating you alive so when nick refused to go get you food, you caved and went.

You reach up, failing to pull the box of cheese-it’s out of the cupboard.

“Who the fuck put these up so high” you mutter under your breath, propping a leg up on the counter as you try to reach just a bit further.

Suddenly, there’s a set of hands on your hips pulling you back down to the ground.

“Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself there ma” Chris says, stretching his arm over your head to easily grab the box.

You spin around as he hands you the box, now face to face with the dark haired boy. A blush immediately spreads across your cheeks as you let out a small “thanks” before attempting to walk away.

“Not so fast” Chris stops you, caging you against the counter with his arms.

“Why are you here right now Chris” you let out, shrinking into yourself as he eyes you up and down.

“I think we both know why” he leans closer; so close that you feel the heat radiating off of his body onto yours.

Your heart rate quickens and a feeling of dizziness washes over you as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“This ok ma?” He asks, waiting for your nod of approval before closing the gap in between y’all.

Your lips move in sync as his hands find your hips, playing with the waistband of your sweatpants. Chris pulls you impossibly closer, you guys now being chest to chest.

Your hands move from the slight stubble on his jaw to his hair, running them through his already messy curls.

This is most definitely NOT how you had expected your night to go but hey, who are you to complain?

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Feeding my Chris girlies as usual 😌

XOXO - Zoe

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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All In 14

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: The week is almost done.

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“You alright, doll?” Bucky has his arm hooked through yours as you make another round of the black and white room.

The evening has seen you through parts of the casino you couldn’t even imagine. Private rooms along a hall on the upper floor, past the double wide entries to the grand halls meant for shows and concerts, several sprawling rooms set with tables and machines for the task of gambling, drinking, and general fervour. All splendid and sparkling, but each entirely overwhelming.

“Yes,” you look at your glass, the same you’ve been nursing for a while. Maybe only the second after that confrontation. The night’s swept by you like shadow. “Erm,” you don’t want for him to think you’re disappointed. You’re not, you just don’t belong. “My feet... the shoes... I’m not used to them.”

He looks down, his eyes scaling your body slowly as he brings you to face him. He stops at the heels and tilts his head.

“Mm, I don’t know how you girls do it,” he chuckles and his eyes flick back up, burning into yours, “you done with that, doll?”

He taps the glass and you nod. You don’t think you’ll finish; it’s all water from the melted ice. He takes it swiftly and searches around, gesturing until one of the bottle girls in their sleek leather pants appears to claim it. You wait sheepishly, embarrassed to have her cleaning up after you.

“Well,” Bucky faces you with a devilish smirk, “let’s get you off your feet then.”

Before you can react, he scoops you up. You let out a whoop of surprise and cling to him as the world disappears from under your feet. He holds you firmly against his chest, your legs bent over one of his arms as you hook your arm over his shoulder and place your other hand against his chest.

“Bucky,” you squeal.

“I got you, doll,” he struts forward without pause, “you trust me, don’t ya?”

You look up at him and gulp. What can you say?

“Yes,” you murmur and hide your face, aware of those around you and their attention. How could they not gawk at this man, especially as he carries you away.

“Good, doll,” he purrs and strides on, set on his path, unwavering as he leaves the ringing and buzzing of the casino.

He doesn’t stop until he reaches the elevator, even then, the doors seem to open at his very presence. As he bids you to push the button, the doors slide apart, and he steps on. You fold your arms in and lean into him as it starts to rise. You’re even more uneasy with its building height as he has you off the ground.

“Doll?” He intones as you shiver. You stare at the transparent walls with wide eyes. He hums and puts a kiss on the top of your head. “Told you, I got you.”

You close your eyes. The ascent makes you dizzy. Instinctively you wrap your hand around the lapel of his jacket. You feel him take a deep breath. Finally, the doors ding and release you into the hotel hallway.

He once more advances and your chest begins to knot. Oh. Oh. He’s taking you back to the room. You pop your head up and open your eyes. What... what does he expect? Can you give it to him?

He stops in front of the same door you’d hidden behind earlier. He asks you to unlock it and you untangle the thin strap of your purse to find the card. He moves with you so you can reach and you slide the plastic in the slot. You’re shaking uncontrollably but you’re not brave enough to ask any of the questions rushing through your head.

He enters and you lock up. Your whole body goes rigid. He kicks the door shut as he swiftly passes through and he’s unstopping as he breezes by the sofa and the plush armchairs. He enters the bedroom of the suite and your vision turns to a tunnel.

“Doll,” he goes to the bed and lays you down. You’re jittering as if you’re on ice, “what’sa matter?”

He lifts your legs and sits beneath them, his feet on the floor as he perches sideways on the edge. You watch him, paralysed with uncertainty. He wiggles the shoes from your feet and your gaze holds onto his hands. He covers your foot with one and his warmth seeps into your skin. The curl of his fingertips into your sole make you moan unwittingly.

You cover your mouth and giggle as he tickles your arch.

“You said your feet hurt,” he pushes his thumb against the ball of your foot.

“I... did,” you utter breathlessly as you rest against the fluffy pillows, “but you...”

“I’ll take any damn excuse to touch you, doll,” he grins as he works his knuckle into your foot and forces another mewl from you. No one’s ever rubbed your feet before. You never would ask for it. Any sort of touch is scary, even only in your mind. “And to get ya alone.”

His dark hair falls forward as he focuses on your foot, rubbing, kneading, squeezing, working it expertly. You dig your elbows into the mattress to keep from melting entirely. You can feel the tension retreating. It’s a release you never realised you needed.

“You keep making all that noise,” he lets one hand crawl up your leg, “and I might not be able to control myself.”

You squeak and he snickers, glancing over from behind his brown locks. He grins as he looks your over. He bites his lower lips and his chest rises and falls.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” He switches feet and you babble. “You have a good night?”

You teethe your lip as you weigh your answer. You can’t help the way your cheeks tug and your brow wrinkles as you think of the evening behind you. The faces, the noises, that man, the way Bucky turned fiery and angry.

“You didn’t?” He prompts thinly.

“No, it was... nice. A lot. I... so much going on, I’m not used to it.” You try to sit up and he gently tugs so you fall back onto the pillow. “I...” you lift your head to look at him, “that... when you... I don’t like anger.”

He’s quiet and puts his head straight. He dips his chin, massaging your arch silently. He huffs.

“I know, doll, but I can’t help myself. The way that man knocked into you. I thought... I thought he hit you at first and it doesn’t matter if it was an accident, he shouldn’t be bumping into pretty ladies like that. He shouldn’t be drinking to the point of idiocy,” he snarls, his grip growing heavier around your foot, “if he’d hurt you, I’d have ripped his goddamn throat out. I won’t apologise for protecting you, doll.”

“I-- know, Bucky, I know. I appreciate you sticking up for me,” you make yourself sit up and he hangs onto your foot. You wiggle it until he lets go and you push yourself closer as you drop a leg over the edge, “Bucky, no one’s ever defended me like that.”

He looks at you and tilts his head, “how’s that? Girl like you, you’re a real prize. You deserve to be protected. To be... Spoiled,” he smirks and reaches to touch your hand, “to be admired,” he lifts your hand and admires it, playing with your fingers before he places a kiss on your knuckles, “adored...” he continues to brush his lips against your skin, sending goosebumps up your back, “pampered... tasted...”

His eyes flit up to meet yours and, in an instant, he has you. His hand snakes around the back of your neck as he forces you onto your back, pushing you down as he brings himself over you. He crushes his lips against yours as you wriggle, your hands trapped against his chest.

He suffocates you. His beard scratches around your lips as he growls into you, his tongue delving into your mouth without permission. You’re powerless against him. His need is enthralling and overwhelming. His desire is corded into his body and into his grip. His hand moves to cradle the back of your head as he drags his lips down your cheek.

You puff out, heart racing, as he continues his path along your jaw. You giggle at the ticklishness in your neck as his lips graze your skin. It’s more than just the sensation of his touch, it’s fear, bubbling in your stomach like acid. There’s a truth blaring in your mind; you can’t stop him.

He nips at your throat and snarls. His fingers trail along your neck and shoulder and hook under the strap of your chest. Your panic surges beneath the delight of his tending. You wiggle your arm free of his weight and put your hand over his as he inches the strap down. His mouth continues its quick advance down to your cleavage.

You arch your back, not as much in want as in terror. Your writhe and squeeze his hand tighter. You feel his strength and your lack of. You whimper and shove of on his head desperately.

“Slow... slow down,” you gasp, “please...”

He doesn’t listen or he doesn’t hear you. He nuzzles just above the swell in your chest, his breath puffing into your cleavage. You latch onto a hank of his hair and yank. You cry out as you bounce helplessly beneath him.

“Bucky! Stop! Stop!” You beg, “please--”

He winces and you let go of his hair as he retracts his hand, planting it on the mattress as he pushes himself up. He holds himself over you, his blue eyes blazing hotly down at you. Your lashes flutter and you pout.

“I’m sorry,” you wilt beneath him, “I was just... scared. It’s... too fast.”

He stares at you. He doesn’t say a word. That’s it. You’ve blown it. It’s over. You should be thankful that it’s happening so early. You’d hate to waste any more of his time or efforts.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise once more, “I understand if--” you look away as your eyes tinge, “I’m not that girl, Bucky. I’m not what you want. I can’t...”

“Don’t tell me what I want,” he snips as he grabs your chin and forces your head straight. He lowers himself until his forehead meets yours. You whine as you flatten yourself to the bed, “I want you...” he growls, “I can wait...” he lifts his head slightly and brushes his nose against yours, “can I kiss you? Just kissing,” he fixes the strap of your chest, “promise I’ll be a good boy, doll.”

Your lip trembles. You can’t say no. Something inside you tells you that if you did, it wouldn’t be good. Yet why should you think that? He stopped when you told him to slow down. He’s compromising in that very moment. It’s your own stupid self-doubt getting in the way.

“Okay,” you gently touch his cheek, feeling the texture of his thick beard. He winces but not in a fearful way. He hums and leans into your palm.

“You like my beard?” He smirks as you feel his weight ease into you.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you murmur.

“You guess?” He challenges.

“Well, I never... never thought of it,” you give an antsy smile, afraid of saying the wrong thing. You pet the short hair as his gaze sears back at you, “it’s soft.”

“Soft?” He muses and leans in. You ready yourself but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he brushes his beard along your cheek and sends a ripple through you. “Like that?” He purrs and nuzzles along your neck, his beard grazing the crook of it. You giggle, “that tickle?”

“Yes,” you squeal as the sensation intensifies, “ooh, it tickles!”

He chuckles and keeps on, his hand creeping up your side to tickle you through the dress. You spasm and nearly choke. You can’t handle it. You push on his shoulders and quake with laughter. He buries his face deeper and his fingers move more methodically.

“Bucky!” You cry out.

He hums and snickers again, “mm, I love it when you say my name.”

“Eeek,” you squirm as he keeps on, trapped under him but so frightened as before.

You reach around him, trying to find him under the thick jacket. You push your hands underneath and feel along the pressed shirt. You flutter up his sides and feel his muscle clench. You get under his arms and he snorts and crushes your hands under his biceps to stop you. He rips his head up and gives a strained look.

“Now you really want to torture me,” he accuses with a snarl in his lip, “it’s on, doll.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #fic #all in #dark fic #dark!fic #casino au #au #mcu #marvel #captain america #winter soldier #avengers

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mono-dot-jpeg · 1 year ago

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stop playing league - k. kenma

summary; a callout to me and my fellow league players. (not league enjoyers. players.)

genre/extra tags; one shot(?)/drabble, fluff, comedy, slight crack, kenma (kind of) slanders riot games and you, relationship unestablished and unmentioned, if you know the games cool (i hate valorant), self indulgent

[can be interpreted as romantic or platonic] [gender never mentioned] [i make many references to different games and use game terms, sorry]

word count; 489

a/n; no one except for league players can make fun of league in this post now, i make the rules and enforce them. (/hj) you ever think abt the difference between making fun of your favorite things and someone else doing it? yeah it's like that basically. i genuinely like the characters league has to offer, but people always think i like the game. (i play it but i usually end up hating most sessions)

"don't you dare hit that button."

your cursor hovers over the fated "find match" button. the button that has been torturing you for at least a few hours now. your dying urge to play "one more game" has you in a chokehold when you just want to win once.

"kenma..." you whine. the pudding head is playing a much more chill game compared to yours, which was slime rancher. it was a little bit nerve-wracking with how easily he almost slipped off ledges, deal with the occasional tarr slime, or the adorably angry slimes in certain paths. but nonetheless, it's a much healthier game to play than league. "it's not like i can even play slime rancher with you, it's not multi-player. just let me have this. i'm gonna win this time. surely. i'll switch to val after this, promise."

"you still won't be playing with me because i don't play valorant." you can imagine his cat-like glare staring at you through the screen. "and you rarely play tft and legends of runeterra."

"it gets me dizzy, alright?! and also you should know how painful it is to get those annoying people who hold my three stars from me!" you pause when he mentions the card game, "the card game isn't that bad. just not my favorite. what about overwatch?"

"isn't the new hog rework annoying?"

"that's... it's something. what about plate up?"

"you're gonna rage."

"stardew?"

"you're too lazy to update your mods."

"shut the fuck up, actually." you hissed at him as he huffs out a laugh. "i'm waiting for the next update. i think everyone is at this point."

"literally play anything but league for fucks sake, y/n."

"but cute neeko skin.." you pretend to cry, "i just want to play my sillies. maybe even win a game, dare i say." you angrily wave your mouse over your screen. kenma watches your screen share, unamused.

"you spent money on that skin."

"WRONG, I SPENT MONEY ON ONE OVERWATCH SKIN AND TWO BATTLEPASSES."

"still spent money."

"that's a lot of backtalk coming from you. you buy skins and dlc too. you're not clean either." despite kenma trying to prolong the inevitable, you click "find match" and sit back and wait as kenma groans in annoyance. "your signs can't stop me because i can't read." you read the burst of notifications in discord of kenma and your friends making fun of you for even playing league willingly. "fuck y'all. god forbid, i have a hobby." you huffed.

"it's league."

"just let me play my silly champions in peace, kenma! you don't see me judging you for picking sebastian every stardew save!"

"he's not even that bad!"

"you always steal him from me!"

"you don't deserve him!"

"fuck you!"

a blanket of silence falls over you both as you end your silly bickering.

"you wanna play a pokemon soul link run after your match?"

"fuck you, yeah i do."

#haikyuu kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #haikyuu kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x male reader

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kishibe-kisser · 1 year ago

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Diluc hosts a masquerade ball at the winery and you look too good

tags: making out? Diluc is aloof, mentions of reader wearing a dress, suggestive

Considering the man's reputation for being slightly bitter, it came as a surprise when the citizens of Mondstadt received a fancy invitation on their doorsteps. The invite was for a masquerade ball, a promotional event for the winery's newest product and as much as Diluc was dreading the occasion, he knew it was a good business move.

Standing on the stairs in the winery, he watched everyone converse, dance and try the new drink from a distance. It was odd to have this many people in the place he nearly considered sacred and he trying his hardest not to let it bother him. Though the presence of the Knights of Favonius wasn't exactly doing much to ease his mind either. Even though they were wearing masks, they stood out like sore thumbs. Especially Kaeya, who was parading around and talking to anyone who would give him the time of day.

It made Diluc sigh, averting his eyes to the other side of the room. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but you, you stood out. You had always caught his eye, even on a day to day basis but this evening, you looked phenomenal. Even with the mask, he could tell who you were. The swing of your hips being a dead give away. Your red gown clung to your figure, drawing nearly all eyes to you, but you didn't seem to notice. Your eyes were trained on him, hiking your dress up slightly to scale the stairs and join him.

"Isn't it rude to isolate yourself at your own event?" You asked, taking in the red head's appearance. His mask matched his suit perfectly and his red hair was pulled into a higher ponytail than usual, showcasing his broad shoulders. He looked so handsome and you couldn't even see his whole face.

"They should be happy there's an event here at all." Diluc grumbled, turning so that he was fully facing you. You laughed, extending your hand to fix his collar and allowing your gaze to linger over his features. "It's a beautiful party though, I must say. Even the new drink is very good." You let his collar go and ripped away your gaze, now leaning on the bannister. He followed suit, still allowing his eyes to drink in your body. "I must say, the way you look tonight puts this party to shame. All this effort put in planning, defeated by a red dress." He said, tone flat as he looked out over his guests once more. He couldn't let his emotions show too much, what would the rest of Mondstadt think if his ice cold demeanor melted simply by looking at you.

Then again he didn't care that much, moving to lean over you. Hands on either side of you on the railing, trapping you between him and the bannister. Diluc's face was in front of yoursand his breath was fanning over your lips. "It would be even more rude to leave the event entirely." You mumbled, your eyes flitting down to his lips. "Not if it's under the guise of giving a guest a tour." He mumbled, lifting his hand to cup your cheek. His lips pressed into yours as he pulled his body to press against yours even more. He was definitely beyond caring and kissing you so deeply you simply knew that if Barbara saw it she'd be blushing. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, and gave it a squeeze as his tongue dipped into your mouth. He could taste winery's sweet new drink on your tongue and it made him absolutely dizzy.

"I believe you haven't seen my office... or my bedroom." He pulled away, ignoring the way the room seemed to be watching you both. "I believe you're right." You agreed, not looking back once as he grabbed your hand to tug you along and have you both disappear at the top of the stairs. Event be damned, he didn't care about it anyways. Diluc did however care about your dress and how it would look on his bedroom floor.

A/N: this was a fun little blurb idea I had. Just wanted to get it out.

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of fainting spells and gentle hands | wenclair

wednesday addams x enid sinclair

description: enid's world has been tilting lately, and even her fencing can't quite steady the ground beneath her. when a dizzy spell turns into something more, an unexpected carer steps out of the shadows – and wednesday addams isn't one for leaving things unattended. tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fainting, dizziness, sickness, post-canon. wc: 2.5k a/n: hi guys, so this is jes. i wrote this as a part of a new wenclair hurt/comfort oneshot series i'm going to be posting on my ao3 ('enidsunclair'), but we didn't want to leave you hanging with not posting yet... so i thought i'd post it to feed you all. enjoy.. hope it doesn't suck!

The blades clashed with a sharp ring that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Nevermore Academy fencing hall. Enid Sinclair’s usual grace and agility were noticeably absent this morning, her movements lagging as if she were wading through molasses. The metallic taste of adrenaline mixed uncomfortably with the hint of nausea that had been her constant companion these past few weeks. The dizzy spells had started as minor nuisances, easily brushed off as lack of sleep or perhaps skipping breakfast. But now, standing under the oppressive glare of the morning sun, Enid found the room tilting dangerously with each advance and retreat of her blade.

Her opponent, Divina, seemed unaware of Enid’s faltering state. She continued to lunge, and Enid’s responses were sluggish, her parries weak and off-center. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple, mingling with strands of hair and plastering it to her skin. The weight of her saber felt tripled, and her grip on the handle was clammy.

“Enid, focus!” Coach Larue’s sharp voice cut through the muffled sounds of the hall, where the air was thickening with each moment. Normally, Enid thrived under the demanding gaze of their coach, her performance peaking when pushed. Today, however, each word felt like a leaden weight added to her already burdened shoulders. Divina paused, tilting her head with a frown. “You okay? You’re usually not this…” She waved her hand vaguely, her expression one of concern.

“Just didn’t sleep well, that’s all,” Enid lied smoothly, forcing a grin that felt more like a grimace. She adjusted the grip on her saber, determined to shake off the encroaching dizziness that blurred the edges of her vision.

As they resumed, Enid tried to concentrate on Divina’s movements, the predictable rhythm of attack and defense. But the room spun faster with each step she took. After missing another block, the tip of Divina’s saber tapped lightly against her chest.

“That’s a point!” Divina declared, though her voice was tinged with reluctance.

From the sidelines, a dark figure watched with an intensity that missed nothing. Wednesday Addams, usually detached from the exploits of her more athletically inclined peers, noted the slight tremor in Enid’s stance. The too-bright smile, the way her eyes narrowed slightly as if focusing took more effort than it should. It was unlike Enid to show weakness, to allow any imperfection in her performance.

Wednesday’s observation was interrupted as Coach Larue clapped his hands, signaling the end of the bout. “Take five, everyone. Hydrate,” he commanded, his gaze lingering on Enid a moment longer than the rest.

Enid nodded, relieved, and made her way to the benches where water bottles and towels lay scattered. She grabbed her bottle, hands shaking so visibly that she almost dropped it before securing her grip. The coolness of the water was only a small relief against the heat flushing her cheeks. She glanced around, hoping no one noticed her unusual clumsiness, but her gaze accidentally met Wednesday’s. There was something unsettling in Wednesday’s scrutiny, something that made Enid’s stomach twist—not from sickness, but from a strange, unwelcome vulnerability.

Taking a deep breath, Enid tried to muster her usual cheerful demeanor. “Just a bad day, right?” she murmured to herself, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall. She could hear the other students chatting, and the clinking of sabers as they clattered to the floor, the normal sounds of a typical morning that felt anything but normal to her.

As the room steadied slightly, Enid opened her eyes, only to find the world tilting alarming once more. The warning signs she had ignored were now impossible to dismiss, and as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, the fencing hall dimmed into darkness. The sounds fading into a distant echo as she slumped sideways and the world went black.

Meanwhile, Wednesday’s attention had been frustratingly divided during the break. Xavier had chosen this exact moment to regale her with a strange encounter which, according to him, had happened just the other night in an abandoned wing of the school. “And then, the temperature dropped, just like that,” he was saying, snapping his fingers for emphasis.

Wednesday’s response was a noncommittal grunt. Her eyes, under the guise of watching the general activity, remained subtly but unwaveringly fixed on Enid. Even as Xavier’s voice grew louder, a peripheral blur of motion caught her attention—the unmistakable stagger of someone about to fall. It was Enid, her body faltering precariously as she slammed to the floor.

Without a word, Wednesday abruptly left Xavier mid-sentence, her legs carrying her across the room with a swiftness that betrayed her outward detachment. As she moved, her face was set in an unamused expression, masking the surge of adrenaline that was sharpening her focus. Students milling around the fallen figure of Enid parted with both surprise and irritation as Wednesday’s elbow nudged them aside, brooking no argument.

She reached Enid just as others began to notice the seriousness of the situation. Dropping to her knees, Wednesday’s usually steady and precise hands trembled as she checked for Enid’s pulse. It was there, strong but rapid, a small comfort that did little to ease the unusual tightness in her chest.

“Move back,” she ordered sharply to the gathering crowd, her voice carrying a cold authority that had several students stepping back immediately. “She needs air,” Wednesday continued, her gaze scanning the surroundings for anything that might aid in her efforts. Spotting Enid’s water bottle, she snatched it up, pressing it into the hands of Yoko who appeared nearby. “Keep this ready,” she said, the command clipped and precise. Yoko nodded and clutched the water bottle.

The commotion had attracted more attention now. Bianca hurried over, her expression tense, with Ajax following close behind as he pushed through students, and Divina approached with a worried frown.

Wednesday assessed them with a critical eye. “Ajax, go fetch Coach Larue. He just stepped out. Move!” Her command sliced through the air. Ajax pivoted immediately, his footsteps a scurry echo in the now quieter hall.

Bianca knelt beside Wednesday, her eyes wide. “What should we do?” she asked, ready to follow any instruction.

“Just keep back and give her space,” Wednesday snapped, her usual stoicism fraying at the edges. Turning her attention back to Enid, she noticed the faint flutter of eyelids, a sign of Enid stirring, though still not fully conscious.

Wednesday’s hand, though trembling slightly, was surprisingly gentle as she brushed against Enid’s forehead and swept away damp strands of hair. “Sinclair, why must you choose now to be overly dramatic?” she muttered, the words tinged with a brittle veneer of annoyance that barely masked her concern. “If you don’t wake up shortly, I’ll ensure all your meals are accompanied by an excruciatingly detailed analysis of your medical state, along with a risk assessment of every historical plague for the next month.”

Divina, hovering anxiously, wrung her hands. “Is she going to be okay?” Her voice was barely a whisper, gaze fixed on Enid.

“She will be if she follows the sensible course and wakes up now,” Wednesday retorted, though her eyes remained solely on Enid’s face, watching for any sign of improvement.

As the infirmary nurse, whomst had been summoned by Ajax, finally entered the hall, Enid’s eyelids flickered more noticeably, her consciousness teetering on the edge. She mumbled something incoherent, eyes attempting to focus on the crowd of faces.

Wednesday’s voice softened imperceptibly as she leaned closer, her hand now resting lightly on Enid’s cheek. “Enid, this is neither the time nor the place for a nap. Consider the lack of comfort,” she said bluntly.

Yoko, still holding the water bottle, looked from Enid to Wednesday. Her expression was torn between concern and slight amusement at Wednesday’s unusual and sudden display of attentiveness.

Enid’s eyes fluttered open, her vision setting hazily on Wednesday. “Wha—?” she murmured, disoriented.

“Stay still. You fainted,” Wednesday informed her, the clinical detachment back in her voice as if she had never left it. She straightened slightly, allowing the nurse space to enter the crowd. But her gaze remained intensely focused on Enid, ready to intercede if necessary.

The nurse, a brisk no-nonsense woman named Ms. Thorn, knelt beside Enid, her hands moving efficiently as she checked her vital signs. “Pulse is a bit fast, but strong,” she murmured, mostly to herself, as she placed a cool hand on Enid’s forehead, then shone a small flashlight briefly across her pupils, which responded sluggishly.

Enid blinked against the light, her consciousness waxing and waning like the phases of the moon. Ms. Thorn straightened, turning to address Wednesday and the smaller crowd that lingered. “She’s stable, but I’ll take her back to the infirmary for observation and further treatment. It’s best we keep her under watch for the next few hours.”

Wednesday’s eyes followed every move. As the declaration settled over the group, she rose, her decision made in the span of a heartbeat. “I’m accompanying her,” she stated, the edge in her voice daring anyone to challenge her.

It was then that Coach Larue entered the hall, Ajax trailing behind him. The coach’s brow furrowed as he took in the scene—the nurse, the anxious students, and Wednesday’s stance. “Addams, you need to stay. We have drills—”

“I’m not asking,” Wednesday interrupted, her tone cold.

Coach Larue’s mouth pressed into a thin line, the authority he wielded so confidently seemed to waver under Wednesday’s intense stare. There was a tense beat before he finally nodded, a slight, reluctant jerk of his head. “Very well. But return once she’s settled.”

Wednesday’s response was a terse nod, her attention already turning back to Enid as the coach walked away.

Ms. Thorn, having witnessed the exchange, merely shook her head at the usual absurdities of Nevermore students. She spoke into a small phone, requesting assistance from the infirmary. “We need a stretcher to the fencing hall,” she announced crisply.

Wednesday remained by Enid’s side, arms folded, and watchful gaze never straying. The earlier tremor in her hands had stilled, replaced by a calm that seemed almost out of place in the chaos of concern.

Enid’s awareness flickered once more, her eyes opening slightly to the sound of distant footsteps and the approaching murmur of voices. She tried to speak, a faint whisper escaping her lips. “Wednes…day?” Her voice was a shadow, barely audible over the growing hum of the gymnasium.

“Quiet now. You need your strength,” Wednesday instructed softly, more gently than anyone might have expected from her. The corners of her mouth twitched, the ghost of a reassuring smile.

The arrival of two additional nurses with a stretcher broke the momentary calm. They moved efficiently, gently lifting Enid onto the stretcher. Wednesday stepped back just enough to give them space, but her eyes, those deep wells of guarded emotion, remained locked on Enid’s face; watching her every breath, every flutter of her eyelids.

She had to be there. The raven had to protect her wolf. * * *

After what felt like an eternity later, Wednesday was sitting beside Enid’s bed, looking the epitome of boredom. Beside her, on a small table, lay Thing, whom Wednesday occasionally whispered to. They were thoroughly discussing the symptoms of various diseases that could have caused Enid’s state.

But a faint groan from Enid broke the monotonous quiet, drawing Wednesday’s attention away from her morbid conversation. Enid’s attempt to sit up was feeble, her movements sluggish and pained.

“Don’t move,” Wednesday commanded softly, her voice low and unexpectedly gentle as she placed a firm hand on Enid’s shoulder and eased her back onto the pillow.

Enid complied, wincing slightly, brow furrowed in confusion. “What happened?” Her voice was weak, The events leading up to her current predicament were a muddled haze in her mind.

“You fainted during fencing. Dehydration, or perhaps something more sinister,” Wednesday explained, her tone matter-of-fact, stripping away any hint of the depth of her earlier anxiety. “You’ve been out for a few hours.”

Before Enid could process this information, the curtain around her bed rustled and a dramatic flair followed that only Yoko could manage. “That’s only half true, Enid!” Yoko proclaimed as she strode closer toward her best friend’s bedside. She flashed a conspiratorial grin at Wednesday, who merely raised an eyebrow in response.

Yoko continued, unabashed, “Wednesday was like a rabid dog protecting you, I swear! She was barking orders at everyone, and man, you should have seen her face when you were being wheeled away—like, you’d think someone had stolen her favorite knife or something.”

Wednesday's gaze on Enid shifted subtly, a flicker of embarrassment—or was it annoyance?—crossing her features. “Exaggeration is Yoko’s primary language,” she injected coolly, but the slight flush on her usually pale cheeks suggested otherwise.

Enid looked between Yoko and Wednesday, a slow smile forming on her lips as she absorbed the words. The image of Wednesday, so fiercely guarding her well-being, was both amusing and warming.

“Really now? Protecting me?” Enid’s voice carried a teasing lilt, her early discomfort momentarily forgotten.

Wednesday sighed, a sound of resignation escaping her as she met Enid’s gaze. “Perhaps I overreacted in my state of… unsettlement,” she conceded, her words clipped. “But let’s focus on your recovery. We wouldn’t want a repeat performance.”

Yoko laughed. “Oh, come on, Wednesday. Admit it. You’re all soft for E!” she teased, winking at Enid.

But Wednesday didn't reply, instead turning her gaze away to hide the ghost of a smile that threatened to betray her true feelings.

Yoko then playfully rolled her eyes. “I’m going to grab some juice,” she announced, already halfway past the curtain. “I’ll leave you lovebirds to it.” With a wink and a final laugh, she slipped past it.

The room fell into a sudden, thick silence. Wednesday, whose gaze had followed Yoko out, now found herself alone with Enid. She turned slightly, her eyes locking with the wolf. The atmosphere felt heavy with everything that remained unsaid.

Enid’s heart thudded uncomfortably loud in her chest. With a shaky breath, she shifted on the bed, the simple white sheets crinkling under her movement. Painstakingly, and mindful of her still-dizzy head, she sat up and edged closer to Wednesday.

Wednesday watched her, motionless, her expression unreadable. The usual barriers she erected, the walls that guarded her thoughts and feelings, seemed momentarily thinner, more translucent.

Reaching out with a tentative hand, Enid’s fingers brushed against Wednesday’s. Gathering her courage, she leaned forward and, with a gentle, almost reverent touch, placed a kiss on Wednesday’s cheek.

The contact was brief, a soft press of lips against cool skin. But it held more weight than any word could.

For a long moment, Wednesday remained frozen, her eyes wide. The mask that so often clung to her features had cracked. A flush, rare and startling, crept up to her cheeks and painted a bloom of color that was usually absent from her pallor.

The world seemed to hold its breath. Things were changing.

And Wednesday Addams, for once in her meticulously curated life, would not have it any other way.

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