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☆ 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊 ☆

sub!ellie x dom!reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊��𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.

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It's been dark for a few hours now, light pooling into your room from the flicker of a candle and the red lava lamp you stole from Dina's room.

She's gone again and the apartment feels hollow. Still, you're sat at your desk working as the regimented tick of your clock beats on in the background.

A shuffle and the click of a door capture your attention.

Ellie's here. As per usual.

You let out a strained puff of air and swivel your chair around to face the source of the thud that’s now aggressively rubbing her eyes and sitting at the foot of your bed.

“Ellie.”

“Hm?” she croaks out.

“You bored?”

“Hmmm…” She finally looks up from her palms with slightly blood-shot eyes and freckled skin splotched pink to meet your inquisitive gaze.

“Dina said she was gonna watch Back to the Future with me and then she ditched me for Jesse… So, now I’m left with you, the roommate.”

“The roommate, huh? I see how it is. What if I beat your ass? Then what?”

Your attempt to lighten the tired atmosphere lacks much spark, but Ellie’s bored enough to bite. Her green eyes are illuminated by the dim glow of the lava lamp as she waves you off dismissively and, for a split second, they’re flecked with the purest gold you’ve ever seen.

You play it totally cool, with your arm strung over the backrest of your chair nonchalantly, as though you didn’t just witness a scene that will be burnt onto your retinas and play late at night when you’re trying to sleep.

“Pfft, like you could fight anyone.”   

You scoff indignantly, mock offended, and stand up from your seat, leaving it spinning behind you.

“Uhhh, at least I got meat on my bones.”         

“Yeah! And absolutely none of it is muscle.”

“You askin’ me to unleash the beast, E-bone?”

God, you become the biggest dork around her… It's like you both morph into your thirteen year old selves, sitting on Ellie's disheveled bedroom floor after school and bickering about anything and everything until Joel yells up about dinner being done.

Times were simpler. Then, you got older and the buzz you felt each time your hands brushed, which was so easy to downplay, gradually became gaping - virtually impossible to ignore five years down the line. Once the door was open, there was no looking back.

Didn't help that Ellie only got hotter and hotter.

The thought of losing her over something like this makes your stomach writhe inside you though, so you keep the fantasizing to a minimum. Kind of.

The apples of her cheeks puff out rosy in an unrestrained grin, as she announces,

“Bring it, dude. I’d like to see you try,”

“I’m gonna rip your non-existent balls off,”

“Oh, I am just shaking with fear!”

“Fuck off, you little greaseball,”

“Pfft, please, that’s just my aesthetic appeal. You’re gonna have to try harder than that to insult me, bud.”

Your mind flurries with a million responses but the beckoning of your open laptop, begging for your attention before the fast approaching deadline, cuts through the buzz with ease.

Unfortunately, you can’t just ignore it this time. You’ve got less than twenty four hours to complete the soul-draining assignment, and you've spent the last few hours sighing periodically as you looked over the mediocre jargon you’d written so far instead of adding anything.

Great.

But it’s so tempting to forget about the essay completely and let go: focus all your attention onto doing dumb shit with Ellie like you usually do.

“Okay, I do not have time for this, I’ve got a whole ass essay due.”

Ellie sits up with an exaggerated groan, tugging you in by the arm.

“You always have something due!”

“Not always… And, yeah, Ellie! That’s college.”

“Dude. You’re either studying or working all the time and you barely leave this room.”

“Hey, I happen to think it’s pretty cozy in here.”

Ellie rolls her eyes before taking in the contents of the room, scanning the papers and lone items of stationery cluttering, no, invading your cramped desk space.

“Yeahhh… real ‘cozy’ in here. Do you ever clean?”

“Oh, big talk from someone who lives in a literal pig sty! I'm working so this doesn't count. Plus, it’s paper mess, not actual junk.”                 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least your bed’s comfortable…"

She turns her head to face you, watching your expression become slightly conflicted.

“Come on, dude, take a break from working for five minutes! Just five!”

You look back at her for a moment, at those eyes you desperately want to please even in the pettiest of situations, and sigh before sitting beside her.

“For the record, it won’t be ‘just five’, and you’re a bad influence on me.”

Ellie chuckles as the bed dips nearby with a soft creak.

“How am I a bad influence? I’m simply encouraging you to relax with me.”

The weird thing about your relationship is that, having been friends for so long, the bickering is intrinsically woven through every conversation you have, and it often leads to the kinds of petty arguments you're having now: the kind that you don't even remember the cause of.

“Uh, yeah?”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Suuuuuure-”

“Shut up, Ellie.”

“No.”

“You know what? Get out of my room.”

“Fine. Asshole.”

The kind of dumbass arguments that Joel would have to come in and alleviate without knowing the cause of either, because it was always something incredibly stupid anyway.

Joel's still back in Jackson though, while the two of you are miles away, and sulking's kinda pointless when there's no one around to see, so Ellie gets back up from her sprawled out position on the living room couch out of boredom and asks if she can come back in.

Same solution you used back when you were 12: you smirk deviously to yourself as you recall the memories before muttering,

“You can come in but you have to sit on the floor.”

Ellie scoffs, recognition evident in the unimpressed raise of her eyebrows. This pissed her off beyond measure back when you were kids, but now it weirdly brings on a sense of nostalgia, so she lets it slide, coming in and suppressing the small smile playing on her lips.

“Fine… Jackass.”

She lowers herself to the scratchy rug beneath your bed and leans against the wooden frame. She’s facing away like she used to too, always trying to avoid the embarrassment of having to look up at you. She still looks up over her shoulder at you with an exaggerated expression anyway though.

“Happy now?”

You look down at her and smirk.

“Very.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You're really enjoyin' this, aren't you?”

“Yep! You know, you’re still so easy to work up. Must be pretty uncomfortable down there, huh?”

“Shut up, asshole. I’m waaaaay more cozy down here. This carpet's amazing; you're missing out. I could fall asleep any second.”

Ellie's voice rasps as she rambles on, looking up at you with those big eyes that make you weak in the knees, and you can't resist the urge to just reach out and ruffle the auburn tufts of hair laying chaotically on her head, smirking as you mutter,

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Ellie’s cheeks almost immediately flush. Her gaze begins to flicker away from you, no longer so unaware of the intricacies of holding eye contact.

She opens her mouth in shock, and then her eyebrow furrow quickly to cover up with a scoff,

“You are such a dick.”

“What? I didn't even do anything!”

“Dude, you do this every time and it pisses me off! You can cuss me out one minute and say you hate me and then be all corny the next?!”

“Okay, that was in the heat of the mo-”

“Yeah, right, 'in the heat of the moment.' You say shit like that every time we argue and you don't even apologize. At least be honest.”

Her expression looks earnest and it makes your heart contract a little tighter, the hot bite of guilt nipping at your insides. But something else stirs too.

You hate how attracted you are to her when she’s frustrated.

This room, with the warmth of body heat and candlelight intoxicating you and the red glow that casts over Ellie’s pretty face, makes the gaze she holds up at you so sweetly drowsier through the obscurant of her thick eyelashes, makes the swell of her bottom lip as she releases it from a harsh bite seem so much more enticing, makes you feel like your inhibitions are strapped to a ticking time bomb.

The pull is electrifying - more than magnetic, and you'd give anything to lay your skin onto hers, to feel each touch, so gentle, ignite your skin, and embrace her wholly. Consume doesn't even seem too strong a word.

“I don’t hate you, Ellie. Here, come sit."

You shift aside and pat the space next to you, watching intently as she huffs and rises to her feet before flopping down beside you.

Unbeknownst to her, all her movements are so much more sensuous now - you’re trying desperately to ignore the sliver of skin that showed as her shirt rode up her stomach when she got up, but it’s almost getting painful.

So much so that you have to physically drag your mind away from it.

“Anyway, have you had dinner yet?”

Ellie blinks a few times, caught in the crossover between the two completely separate conversations as she fumbles her way through a response,

“No, not yet. I was planning on ordering something later though. Why?”

“I’m starving.”

She chuckles and you feel the tense disposition of your muscles physically loosen.

“Oh, you’re hungry, huh? You want me to order food for you too, don't ya?”

“And you’ll do it because you’re the absolute coolest, most awesomest person in the whole entire world, right?”

She smiles softly, "Alright, alright, tell me something I don't know."

As your eyes meet, something in you clicks into place.

Your heart is thumping erratically in your chest. She’s so close; her hands are so near. You could lean in ever so slightly and your lips would meet.

For some reason, something in you is saying that it’s now or never, so the petrifying thoughts of any possible consequence arise again.

It’s realistic to be scared. That’s why you pushed down these feelings away for so long. But, in a moment of clarity, you realise your relationship is strong enough to withhold something like this, even if it would be devastating if Ellie didn’t feel the same way. You’ve known each other since you were children, your childhood homes are only a few houses away from each other, all your friends are friends, and even your parents are friends. There’s no escaping this.

Even if it doesn’t go as planned, you have to take the leap or you’ll never get over her.

“Thank you, Ellie... God, this is gonna take a really long time though, isn’t it?"

“Pfft, you’re such a baby. It’s gonna take like 30 minutes max, just chill.”

You smile, the thumping of your heart becoming supermassive. You can feel it filling your being and surrounding you completely. Then, you mutter,

“Maybe we can keep ourselves entertained in the meantime,”

and the seal is broken.

Ellie is perplexed. From where she sits on your bed, you’ve suddenly become a lot more tense, and your gaze bears into her much more sharply than she’s ever noticed before. But it makes her feel weird… in a good way, and her throat runs dry as she raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?”

You shrug,

“Can I try something?”

“I’m kinda terrified but okay,” she chuckles

You hum, falling into a rhythm, the nervousness so intense that it numbs you.

“Lay back for a second.”

Ellie’s eyebrows draw together with a burning curiosity, feeling a heat rise in the pit of her stomach which seems to answer her unspoken questions.

She know what’s going to happen now, but it feels so surreal, it can’t be.

She shuffles back and lays into the embrace of your pillows, surrounded by the sweet scent of your perfume. She’s been dreaming of this moment as soon as she realized she saw girls differently.

How could she not? You've always been right next to her, and you were perfect in every way - you are perfect in every way. You’re smart, funny, sweet, and she thought you were beautiful as soon as she saw you for the first time, gazing at you with her jaw dropped for, most likely, a few too many seconds. Then it happened again one day when she was 16.

You’d both gone out to get ice cream and she became enraptured by the hazed look in your eyes as the liquid dripped down your chin and over the smooth skin of your hand, your soft hair, tussled by the summer breeze. Her breath caught in her throat as she scrambled to look away. She knew there was no turning back.

But most of all, you’re the one she goes to before anyone else, and it’s always been that way. You’re the only person that brings her a different kind of peace, that indica high, calmer than she feels with anybody else. You’re her girl. Always have been; always will be.

All the playful flirtation and lingering glances - she’d never imagined would really result in this.

 “What now?” she whispers, her voice coming out quieter than she intended for it to, giving her away in an instant. She clears her throat but you can't help but play into her discomfort, pleasure woven through the feeling you get when you make her needy. You already feel a buzz from the fact that she’s not pushing you away or playing you off. This was only ever a daydream in the past, but so, so much better than you'd hoped.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that; you just make sure you’re comfortable. Are you comfortable?”

She stutters through an answer, taken aback by the silkiness of your tone. God, she had dreamed about this so many times and never imagined you so like this, never imagined herself so submissive.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comfortable… You… You aren’t fucking around, are you?”

“Fucking around? Gonna need you to be more specific, Els.”

She forces a gulp down her now dry throat, looking up at you and she mutters,

“Uh, I don’t know… Like… Like that one time you twisted my arm because you wanted to see-”

She hesitates, cutting herself off, her eyes drifting down to the curvature of your body that she’s wanted to feel for too long for just a split second.

“Can I touch you?” she splutters as soon as the thought enters her mind, overwhelmed with a sudden panic, her eyes flit up again to meet yours, flickering between each pupil in desperate search of any confirmation.

A shudder ripples through her body as your hands move closer, taking the lead before you give her the chance to. Her heart is racing.

“Can I touch you?”

She nods, almost too eagerly.

She curses internally.

You let your hand hover over her shoulder for a moment,

“Hmm, and where is it okay to touch you, Ellie?”

Ellie feels dangerously flustered. She tries to regain her composure, but it’s long gone out the window, and she’s like a handful of clay, soft and malleable, pervious under the sensational pressure of your fingertips.

“Anywhere.”

A soft smile graces your lips.

“Thirty minutes.”

You run your hand down her arm, grazing the skin gently with your nails and then down her stomach to her hip under her shirt, taking time to fully feel the gentle grooves and curves of her body for the first time.

“Is this okay, Ellie?”

She lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hand trailing over her skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. She swallows once more before replying, her voice unsteady.

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s fine. It feels… nice.”

“Hmm,”

Then, you place your palm on her ankle and begin to move up, ghosting your hand over her inner leg,

“I want you to tell me what feels good. Okay, Ellie?”

“Y-yeah. Sure. I can… I can do that.”

“Good. Good girl.”

You sit up and straddle her lap, and it catches Ellie off guard, suddenly feeling so much more at your mercy as you stare directly down at her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her pink ear. Her breath hitches but she instinctively brings her hands to rest on your waist. You lean in to whisper,

“You look comfortable. Are you comfortable? I want you to feel good.”

And she tries to make sense of the fuzz in her brain to answer the influx of questions you’re asking. They’re barely keeping her grounded. Her hands move down to hold your thighs.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. You… You’re making me feel… good.”

“That’s good.”

Though you're dragging it out, teasing her because her neediness makes you wetter, eager to make her eager, you are just as needy, if not more. You're desperate to taste her, to be close to her, to feel her lips moving sensually with yours.

You place your hand over one of hers on your thigh and mutter, your words like the wisp of a feather caressing her skin,

“I’m gonna kiss you, Ellie, is that okay?

Ellie thinks she might die. The way her heart buffered in her chest once she processed your words felt too intense to not be her going into cardiac arrest. Either way, she's happy. What a way to go.

Somehow, all her feelings have culminated in this moment, in something she would never have expected, and her grip tightens to remind herself that that is really your body she’s feeling and this is really real.

She nods slowly, drowsy eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah… Yeah, yes, fuck, y-you can kiss me. Please.”

But, fuck, you just can't help teasing when she looks like she's yearning for you so sweetly that it makes your pussy flutter.

So, instead, you lean forward and kiss her forehead, listening to her labored breaths catch and watching her lips twitch in confusion when you pull back with your hands on either side of her head supporting you. You look her in the eyes and move one of them to caress the red stray hairs clinging to her face away.

“You look so beautiful."

“Th-thank you… You’re…”

It's obvious she's flustered, and it only makes you feel more high, so you pull back and kiss her cheek, mocking,

“Hm? You gonna finish that sentence, Els?”

“You’re- fuck… Y-you’re beautiful… too.”

“That’s my girl.”

You kiss the corner of her mouth and Ellie’s heart is beating hard enough for her to feel like her whole body is pounding as she squirms to lean into your touch.

“Y-your girl?”

“Yeah, Ellie.”

You lean in and finally connect lips, words blanketed by the contact.

“My girl.”

Ellie melts beneath you as you finally kiss her properly. Despite her usual nature, she finds herself completely powerless against the feelings coursing through her body. You’re completely overwhelming her senses, and you’ve never seen her like this.

She wraps her arms around your waist, and presses into the small of your back to pull you impossibly closer as she kisses you back deeply, losing herself in the moment.

You sink into her, deepening the kiss with impatience and roaming your hands along the expanse of her freckled skin while gently rutting your hips into her.  

Ellie moans against your mouth at the pressure, and you use the opening to circle her tongue with your own, making her body arch up into you.

She runs her hands along your sides, her fingers groping the fat of your ass as you grind against her. The sensations are overwhelming, arousal pooling in her underwear as her desire for more continues to grow.

“God… Please…”

You pull back, sealing your thirst with a peck on her lips.

“You’re so good for me, Ellie. You want me somewhere else?”

When she looks up at you, her eyes are clouded with desire. She can’t find the words to express herself properly, the intensity of the moment rendering her speechless, but she pushes through the fog,

“Y-yeah… I need you… more, fuck, please.”

It's blatant that your own arousal is overtaking your need to push her, so you lift her shirt up and place kisses along the soft, velvety skin of her chest, circling her pebbled nipples with your tongue. Ellie lets out a soft gasp at the warm and wet feeling, tingles erupting through her chest, and her body caves to feel the gentle pressure deepen before you get up from her lap and lift her thigh.

She watches you go with wide eyes, following you away by pushing herself up off the mattress in a subconscious attempt to remain close to you. You’re already looking back at her for permission before tugging off her sweatpants,

“You know something, Els?”

Her eyes are dark with desire and her response is hoarse.

“What… what is it?”

“I’m still really hungry.”

You push her leg up and place an anything-but- chaste kiss upon the fat of her inner thigh, watching her shudder and her eyes roll back ever so slightly in pleasure,

“Can you help me?”

Her breath hitches in her throat. She nods once, swallowing hard before replying.

“Yeah... Yeah, fuck. Just... Please,” she thrusts her hips up against you.

You run your fingers down her stomach, over the wispy auburn curls trailing down to her pussy and and over the damp fabric of her underwear, drunk off the sight of her flushed beneath you,

“Do you think you can handle that?”

Ellie's body tenses as she gasps out,

“Y-yeah, I can handle it… Fuck... You're making it really hard to think straight.”

You just smile as you drag her underwear down her legs agonizingly slowly before throwing it aside haphazardly. She watches you lower yourself in front of her pussy and it makes her throw her head back.

It's swollen and glistening, squelching quietly as she tenses above you in hungry pulses, and the exhale of a warm breath over it causes her to shiver. You chuckle.

Ellie bites her lip to muffle a moan, knowing how fucking pathetic it is that she finds it hot when you're mean, and that the breathy melody of your laugh only turned her on even more, when she didn't think that was possible.

“Please, baby…”

You run your tongue over your bottom lip and push your face in to kiss her protruding clit gently, feeling her convulse before you. She wants nothing more than for you to give her the release she craves but, before she knows it, you’re pulling away abruptly, and her throbbing pussy is left dripping again.

“Patience, okay?”

She strains out a scoff with the last shred of sanity left in her and mumbles,

“You're really testing my limits here,”

“What was that, sweetheart?”

Ellie meets your gaze with frustration, her body thrumming with need. Your teasing and the way you tower over her laying body are making her feel insane, making it difficult to get any words out. She swallows hard before replying, her voice slightly breathless.

“I said... You're testing my limits... Don’t tease me... Fuck, you’re such a dick,”

“I don’t think…”

You lean closer and run the tip of your tongue from her hole over her swollen pink clit, smearing her slick up crudely. Ellie squirms, her body taut with need.

“I don’t think I like your tone, baby, do you want me to stop? Is that what you want?”

Her eyes widen as she shifts into pleading,     

“No, no, don't stop. Please... I don't want you to stop. I'm just... Fuck... You're driving me crazy.

“I’m the one who gets to call the shots, okay, Els? I’m gonna need you to say sorry and then maybe I’ll consider giving you what you need.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just... I need you so bad. Please, baby, fuck…”

Ellie feels a surge of impatience, desperate for your touch and frustrated by your insistence on making her wait. She needs you, and she'll do anything to get you to give her what she wants, but what you want is to make her writhe. You kiss her forehead,

“Good girl,”

and then you crawl back to where you desperately need to be: between her legs, and push her thighs up to her chest before burying the lower half of your face into her core without warning, your tongue flexed erotically as you slurp the slick from her pussy like you're starving, flicking your tongue erratically and eagerly.

“Oh, fuck... Just like that... Please, don't stop...”

Ellie’s moans are sweet and debaucherous, with her hands scrambling for purchase, grasping at the wrinkled sheets beneath her when you thrust your tongue into her.

Your eyes never leave her face, watching the way she sinks further into the loss of control, mouth opening wider, eyes rolling back further. You slowly sink a finger, and then another, into her drooling hole with ease, feeling her pussy flutter around you.

The hold you have on her thighs is tightening mercilessly, but you're losing yourself too, untouched and squeezing your legs together to satiate your own ache.

Quickly, intoxicated by the depraved squelching sound filling the room and the suction of her walls taking in your digits, you plunge them deeper, in and out, in and out.

“Oh, oh god... Fuck, baby, please don't stop... Fuck, I'm cumming, I’m-”

Ellie arches her back, lifting off the mattress, her body tensing up as the pleasure builds to a peak within her, faster than you had anticipated. You keep your eyes trained on her, and they meet when she looks down on you, bottom lip red and raw, tugged between her teeth, eyebrows knitted in rapture.

She's completely captivated by you, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge of climax, but the sight of your half-lidded eyes gazing up at her knocks her over the edge with intensity.

She lets out a groan and then a cry of ecstasy, her body trembling beneath you as the intense waves of pleasure wash over her. You don't let up. She gasps for air, her hands rushing to your head to simultaneously push your face into her as she thrusts her hips against you, and pull you away by the hair as the pleasure becomes too much.

Her chest heaves for a moment before reaching a pinnacle in a soft sigh and, gradually, the room floods with silence. Ellie turns her head to gaze at you hazily, eyes honeyed with affection and exhaustion, and she grins toothily,

“That was... amazing... Holy fuck… You're amazing...”

Finally, you lift yourself up and hover over her.

“Yeah?”

Ellie wraps her arms around you, pulling you against her, and the tenderness of it all makes your chest fill with a tingling warmth reserved just for Ellie.

Her body still thrums with the aftershocks of pleasure,

Yeah... Yeah, that was... incredible."     

“You’re pretty cute when you get all flustered, Els.”               

Ellie blushes at your words; you hoped to draw that out of her, and she huffs slightly in feigned annoyance, though it’s completely half-hearted.

“Shut up.”

You chuckle, but it dies out quickly as she looks down at you longingly, elaborating,

“I... don't know if it's kinda late to say this now but... I love you... I mean, obviously, I do, but as... more than just a friend. I've known for a long time, I've just been too scared of ruining things to actually tell you-”

“Pussy-” Ironic.

“Shut up - you know, that is incredibly rich coming from- fuck, forget that, it's been... building for a while now, and, if you feel the same, I wanna take you out... Maybe, next Friday? Or whatever day works for you…”

She pauses before meeting your gaze, her eyes searching yours intently as she mumbles,

“Please say something. Preferably other than ‘pussy.’”

“Ellie.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too, as more than just a friend... I would love to go out with you and thanks for letting me eat you out. That was pretty awesome."

She grins stupidly,

“You're welcome, it was pretty awesome for me too.”

“Nice.”

Ellie smiles, the furious blush unfading on her cheeks as she studies your expression.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you, you little asshole.”                                                        

“Oh, absolutely.”                       

You place a gentle kiss on her freckled cheek and pull back to see the way she grins, but then her face drops.

“Fuck, I forgot to order the food.”

[katsuma6]

Hi there ✨

Can I request bleach men receive a very passionate/needy kiss from s/o in a public space or in front of someone else. Like for instance it was just supposed to be a peck on the lips but a/o couldn’t control themselves.

Characters (in order of importance): Byakuya, Shunsui, Ichigo, Jushiro,Toshiro.

If this is too many please remove characters started from the back.

Kissing Bleach men in a public setting. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Byakuya:

Byakuya has been very busy. Keeping up with his squad, paper work, and Captains meetings.

One day Byakuya was leaving a Captains meeting and he spotted you. You were standing there, patiently waiting for him.

"Were you waiting long, love?"

You smile, shaking your head. "Not at all."  You noticed the other captains walking by the two of you but, you didn't care. You walked right up to him, holding his calm gaze. "I really miss you." You mumbled before leaning in. He happily met your lips, kissing you back. They're warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing you tongue to slip inside. Byakuya quickly pulled away. He doesn't show it but, he's extremely flustered.

"Y/n, please, no out here."

You frown, taking a small step back. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." Byakuya noticed your disappointed face and took your chin in his hand. "I promise. Tonight is about you. No work."

Shunsui:

Shunsui does not mind pda. He loves showing what's his in a respectful manner.

Things are busy in the Soul Society but, sometimes he sits around with squad mates having a drink.

You sit beside him contently, listening to the different conversations and shared laughter. Your eyes meet his and he smiles warmly. "Can I have a kiss?" You whisper while the squad mates are chatting. Shunsui beams before leaning in. "Of course." Your lips press together and instantly, you melt. You need more. Your tongue pressed between his parted lips in ticklish kitten licks. You can feel him tense slightly but, he allows it for a moment longer before pulling away. You can't help but pout when he does.

"I thought you meant a kiss sweetheart. Didn't know you wanted to swallow me." He chuckles. You feel heat spread across your face.

Ichigo:

This man gets flustered. Very easily. Especially when it comes to you. It's a normal day when Ichigo and his friends decide to hang out and have lunch together. You were going to meet up the group. Upon your arrival, you see your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. He's standing beside his friends, smiling. All you can think about is how handsome he looks. He opens his arms wide to greet you with a warm hug. Your bodies pressed together. He smiles down at you and you lean in just a bit closer. Taking the hint, he leans down and your lips mash together.

But you decided to kiss him like you've never kissed anyone before. Soft and hot. Not trying to win a battle but, seeking union and closeness. The moment your tongue touches his, he pulls away with a very red face. You can't help but giggle when Keigo whistles.

Jushiro:

The most respectful and caring man. He loves you with all of his heart. His doesn't mind a little pda. Hand holding, hugging, and maybe small kisses.

But something is different this time. You haven't seen Jushiro a lot lately due to the Soul Society being hectic. You noticed him standing and talking amongst some squad members. Nothing serious, just casual conversation. You excitedly walk up to him and stand patiently beside him. He smiles, gentle grazing your hand. His eyes land on you once the squad members talk amongst themselves. "I found you." You mumble softly. "I miss you."

"I'm sorry I've been so busy. I promise to make it up to you." He reassures, looking towards his squad mates. "If you give me a kiss, maybe I'll forgive you." You joked in a whisper. Jushrio laughed softly before leaning down to kiss your cheek but, you quickly turned your head and pressed your lips to his. Your hands gripped tight to his sleeves. Jushiro was filled with deep astonishment once his felt your lips becomes sloppy. He pulled away but you leaned back in. "Just one more," you whisper against his lips. He pulled away once again, keeping his eyes trained on yours. "We can't do this in front of our squad mates." He mumbled. Judging by the light pink hue in his cheeks, you definitely caught him off guard.

Toshiro:

It's training day for squad 10 and Toshiro doesn't miss the opportunity to join the rest of his squad. Not only does he watch but, he'll spar with members. You were heading off to catch up with some friends and before you left you had to see your hard working boyfriend.

Toshiro was sweaty. Strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You couldn't help but think how incredible he looks. "Toshiro!" You call. He turns his head your way and smiles. "I'm leaving now. Just wanted to say goodbye."

"I'd hug you but I'm gross." He mumbles. You playfully roll your eyes, embracing him anyways. "It doesn't bother me." You looked up at him, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Can I have a kiss?"

His face heats up at your question but he would never turn you down. He leaned forward slowly until meeting your soft lips. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His body stiffened and you couldn't help but smile against his lips. "This isn't the right time for that." He whispered. "You one more. Please?" You begged. Toshiros face grew more red as you leaned in and slipped your tongue between his lips. Clinging to him like it's your last goodbye. Rangiku squealed. "Captain! Get a room!"

Toshiro pulled away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You smiled innocently. "Alright, get going. I'm all yours later." He mumbled, looking away. Unable to hold your gaze.

[666anxiety666]

sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔞 [Needy]

Who said every omega needs an alpha?

Tags/Warnings: Omega!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Omega!Jimin, Mentioned Alpha!Yoongi, Stereotypes, Friends to lovers, Major Fluff, Romance, Slight angst, IUD mentioned, I repeat, this is bare sex but still protected, Don't be stupid in real life, penetrative sex, implied breeding kink, knotting, implied oral, kook breaks the sofa but keeps going oops

Length: 2k? I think so.

Main work

This belongs to a different Oneshot, but can be read on its own.

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Something that Jungkook has proven to you, is that he is a way better lover than anyone you've ever had before.

And another thing both of you are facing nowadays, is the more.. upsetting part of your relationship, at least in the way it's viewed by others.

Like an invitation.

You can't go to any club or bar without being watched- mainly since Jungkook doesn't make it a secret that he's head over heels in love with you. And that in itself isn't new- omega on omega relationships are becoming more and more common, just like any other random pairing of sub-genders. But that doesn't mean that the sexualization of it doesn't still happen.

It's not taken seriously- mainly by alphas.

Seen as a connection made simply out of desperation and need, you're constantly approached by alpha's who think they can 'give you what you need'- when in reality, you both already have all you could ever want.

But you're still seen as nothing but two lost souls who are in need of guidance.

Sometimes, you wonder how Jungkook can stay so confident and strong when his masculinity and most of all role as your partner is constantly challenged. As if he's not the right fit for you, he's always dismissed as nothing but a current temporary fix for your lack of an appropriate partner. You're not sure if he's just silently suffering from these words and actions- or if he's really that strong.

Maybe the answer is in the heated kisses he offers you inside of his car every time you leave some sort of social setting where something like that has occurred. Maybe the answer is in the desperate way he touches you after such events, in the sheer need to have you close and marked up.

Maybe he's not at all unaffected- but he just knows how to reassure himself.

"Why don't you wanna go out with Yoongi and the others?" Jungkook wonders innocently, hugging you from behind. "Jimin's there too." He tries to remind you, but you shake your head.

"I don't like going to those clubs." You mumble, having learned to be honest and upfront with Jungkook. "I don't know, I just don't wanna." You shrug.

"It's cause of them, isn't it?" He asks, sitting on the kitchen counter, watching your shoulders slump down, hands holding your cup of juice. "Does it bother you?" Jungkook asks, and you want to shake your head- but he wasn't finished in his sentence.

"Does it bother you that I'm not an alpha?" He asks, and you look at him, and spot something you didn't think you would.

He's not looking at you, but at your lips. He's avoiding eye-contact. He's pretending to be confident.

"No." You shake your head, walking closer to him after putting the empty cup in the sink, moving between his legs to hug his body and lean your head against his stomach. "It bothers me that it bothers everyone else." You instead mumble. "It's not fair."

"Do you think you'd feel better going out if you had an alpha partner?" Jungkook asks, hand on your shoulder, always caring, always soft, always gentle.

"No." You deny.

"No?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Because then it wouldn't be you."

At that, Jungkook jumps from the counter, walks you back until your back hits the small table in the kitchen, his hands holding your cheeks, before he kisses you, hungry, a smile interrupting him constantly as his piercings touch your lips, colder than the rest of him. "You're so sweet." He chuckles, eyes hooded, but full of warmth. "I love you so much." He purrs, before he captures your lips once more, needing to be closer again, grip on the back of your thighs enough of a signal to you to jump up into his grasp, as he walks you barely to the couch in the living room, where you both almost trip and fall.

This is where you want to be. You don't ever need to leave this apartment, as long as Jungkook's here.

"Would you like to spend your heat with me?" He asks mostly through a breath, while he runs his lips over your neck, hands already eager to rid you of your clothes.

"Yes." you breathe out, because of course you want to. There's no one else you'd want to spend it with, after all.

You don't need an alpha.

You just need him.

"Hm my timing could be better, huh?" He chuckles amused, hands sneaking into your shorts to push them down, not bothering to push them far enough for you to really properly get out of them- fabric caught at your ankles, along with your underwear. "I'll ask you later.." He purrs, hand between your legs. "...after I made sure you're stuffed full of my cum." He tells you with no shame, licking his lips.

So he knows.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." You whine, and he laughs openly, biting impishly at your mark he's left. It'll never stay forever unless he renews it time after time- a downside to him not having any alpha-genes in himself. But he would mark you up even if he didn't have to.

Because it's a promise he will give you time and time again.

A promise he'll receive from you as well, time and time again.

"Gotta get better at hiding things from me then, pretty baby." He chuckles, sucking marks onto your collarbone. "Or.. maybe not." He shrugs, adjusting himself while his hand works you up for him, when your hands sneak up his shirt.

"I don't wanna hide from you." You say, and he smiles, looking at you before he leans back to pull his shirt over his head.

"And I wouldn't ever want that either." He hums, kissing you again. "But-" He interrupts himself. "-You could've told me baby. I heard it hurts a lot to get it." He worries, and you shrug, moving your back a bit up so he can help you out of your sweater.

"It did." You say, as you remember the pain. "They said it wouldn't. But it really did." You tell him, and he playfully pouts, feigning worry.

"Oh my poor baby, doing all of that just so I can breed her.." He chuckles, joking while you roll your eyes. "But really." Jungkook says, now a little more serious. "Next time you wanna do stuff like this- tell me."

"I wanna get my nipples pierced, maybe." You blurt out bluntly, and his eyes grow wide like two moons, hands stilling in the act of undoing the belt of his jeans.

"Really?" He asks, resuming his task, standing up to step out of his pants, before he rids himself of his underwear as well.

"Yeah." You nod. "There's cute jewelry for it." You hum, watching him get close again, leaning over you, palms grabbing at your tits as if to imagine it.

"I can see it suiting you well." He nods, leaning back to admire your chest in his hands. "Two little hearts. Pink gemstones." He tilts his head a little, thumbs running over your by now hardened nipples. "Hm, the more I think about it, the better it gets." He laughs, especially when he notices you growing restless from his antics, and the shameless display of his already twitching length.

How can he act so unbothered when he's clearly hard and leaking already?

"Koo!" You complain, feet reaching for him, and he laughs.

"Very cute." He comments, aligning himself at your entrance, covering the tip in your arousal. "But I think I wanna hear you say my name a little different.." He growls down at you, boldly licking at your neck before he pushes himself inside, a sigh escaping him at the feeling of you bare.

Who said you need an alpha?

By now he knows how much you can take- how you like it, even though he's still interested in trying out new things every single time. This time however, he's chasing a different thing, other than seeing you fucked out-

because with your IUD in place, he can finally, truly, claim you as his, and present a new kind of possession over you wherever you go. A different smell that he knows every alpha will be aware of-

a sign to back off, because you're not up for grabs, and neither is he.

The feeling of you without any kind of barrier makes him dizzy- causes his mind to fog up like the windows of his car that one time you two had sex in it and almost broke something in the process. He can't help himself.

He's a strong guy, and he puts his all into his love for you- the physical aspects, as well as the emotional ones.

And maybe that's why he should be aware of the way the old couch is protesting rather loudly against his hands bracing his body against the siderest, item of furniture not meant to be tested to this degree- at least not anymore, after it's already way too long lifetime.

But he can't bring himself to care, instead mesmerized by his dick entirely coated by your arousal, clear strands of it keeping his pelvis connected to you, sounds obscene between the two of you.

Your heats are close, after all. It's no wonder your body is reacting like this.

It'll be surely a test once he actually goes through the whole ordeal with him. Because down the line, he won't be able to fully give you what an alpha would be able to. And neither can you.

Will you somehow manage, still?

You don't care.

Right now he's pushing his hips as deep as they can go, jaw clenched, growls escaping him while you grip his arms, fingers digging into his biceps.

And then, something crunches- Jungkook's instincts catching him just in time to instead hold himself up with his hands next to your head, mind unable to really care right now what exactly he broke on the small sofa-

because he's so goddamn close. He can't stop now- he'll fuck you on the floor if he has to, but he needs to keep going.

It's another hint at his own heat approaching. Because actually knotting you is becoming harder and harder to do without the proper hormones being released.

"Jungkook-" You whine, and he nods, well aware, knowing that you're already coming undone beneath him, core clenching around his cock buried deep inside- but he's still just clawing at the very edge, unable to fall off. "-It's-" You start, but he shakes his head.

Stubborn.

He doesn't need an alpha. He needs you, no one else.

"I can." He growls, cutting you off in frustration, sweat building from the effort he puts into his thrusts, eyes closed. "I can.!" He grits out between clenched teeth-

and in that moment, you have an idea, pulling him down by his neck before you bite him back, marking his neck.

And it does the trip, if his drawn out whimper is anything to go by, knot swelling as he pushes himself in deep, cum coating your insides, filling you up.

You're breathing heavily, as Jungkook adjusts you both to lay down somewhat comfortably.

"What was that sound?" You wonder quietly, fingers playing with his hair.

"Me cumming or the sofa breaking?" He chuckles, clearly on cloud nine now that he's satisfied.

"You broke the sofa?" You worry, and he laughs.

"I think? I'm not sure." He shrugs, legs pulling you closer. "I'll check after I cleaned you up." He hums against your lips, and you giggle.

"I can just go clean up myself while you fix the sofa." You suggest- though his eyes are sharp and dark with desire, still.

"That's not the way I want to clean you up though, pretty baby." He purrs-

causing your own arousal to be set aflame again.

...though you do end up changing furniture, no longer trusting the old sofa to go through another round.

[deafsignifcantother]

if music be the food of love, chapter two

♥ here you go lovies, it's series time | chapter one, chapter three ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic to romance) ♥ word count: 2.8k ♥ pinterest board ♥ notes: reader is known for wearing dresses, reader has a tendency to squeeze her fists which causes her to bleed so it's kinda selfharm but it's not on purpose ♥ tagged here based on comments from first post: @abbyismywife @temptressofthetarrot

When he notices your bent fingers clawing at your palm, he politely puts his hand over yours. His eyes remain forward as if he didn't even move. It takes everything in you not to lean your head against Alastor's shoulder while you walk side by side. Your former position as an overlord operates you more than whatever affection you have. You slip your hand away from him, keeping them at your side, being conscious about not clawing at yourself. This close, with your shoulders nearly touching, you can bask in the moment of publicity.

You last walked through the public many years ago, in the days before you isolated yourself, you and he would walk side by side to the overlord meetings, signing drama and making fun of the annoying people in your lives. You remember how much he used to make you smile by enacting his killings in perfect (and rather specific) motions. He told those stories over breakfast, no matter where the two of you were. 

Hell has changed a lot. The colors are brighter. From your little house in the forest, the red sky was all you could see; there were no blues and purples and pink. Alastor's ears were particularly stiff in this area, primed for a threat. You try to ignore it, not showing any emotion that can spark conversation. You're tired of hearing about the V's. It seems the V's have got hold of Pentagram City; how scary is that? They still reek of impertinence and idiocy.  

Alastor's used to having eyes on him when he's out and about, but today is different. Eyes dart between him and you, some demons grimacing while others speedwalk away. People hear your music over the sound of his static. It's odd, why are your songs so pleasant now? Before, demons would physically push you out of buildings and cover their ears whenever you walked by. The tunes from you either reeked of aggression or grief, equally miserable. 

One would assume that now, Alastor was controlling that little stereo in the center of your chest, which is far from the truth, lest the thought of metaphorically.

There is absolutely no way you would want to know whether the strangers on the street were staring at you in fear or with sadistic pleasure at your happiness.

A part of your brain thinks they're staring at you because of your outfit. You had no plans for going out today and didn't bother to prepare a gown for the walk (certainly not through this terrain). Your little getup is the most casual common folk have seen you. 

Oh, how you've changed.

Again you have to come into the present to stop yourself from clawing, Alastor would be worried, perhaps doing something as idiotic as touching you again, no matter how light. 

You stare at the ground while the the sidewalk becomes more of an ascent until his steps stops and his breathing evens out next to you. He's calm on this side of the Pentagram, that's for sure. Before you can look up to meet his eyes, your gaze locks onto a stone path that splits up, both reaching this dazzling red building. Ah, so here it is. 

His smile widens as your songs quiet down, the decrescendo sounding as if one were turning down the volume on a radio. The best part is that he can never tell if you do that intentionally or not. 

He nudges your shoulder before putting a more serious look on his face. 

"Now," he signs. "I could only assume they haven't even seen a Deaf person."

Charlie has. But you don't interrupt.

"You're quite the magnet for nosiness, but I know you can handle it. Won't you?" He ends the sentence by pulling on the skin of your cheek and shaking it as one would a child.

Beneath the pads of his fingers holds a warmth that not even his gloves can cease. The longer the wait, the more you want to turn back. You didn't ask to be here, and this is all because you knew he wasn't going to give up until you at least visited. He was eager, as he always is. You know better than to ignore him when he gets like that. Perhaps that's why he likes you so much.

With no response to him other than a roll of your eyes, you turn your body and continue up the path. The building is looming, way too big, and the exterior is intimidating. 

Alastor watches as you trot along before him, not even turning back. His smile widens. It reminds him of when he'd have to make your lights flash green to alert you he arrived to convince you to join him at the overlord meetings. You'd fear making everybody sad, but the moment you both neared the building, you entered the elevator first and excitedly sat at the table. Carmilla had those slides up, spending her time before meetings, making them easily understandable without verbal explanation. No one in that room felt miserable, and though you convinced yourself it was due to them not having experienced love, you didn't realize it could have been due to Alastor's presence, the way you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

Assertive, that's a word he still uses to describe you. Hesitant but assertive.

It's a cool afternoon; the hill only gets colder the higher it goes. He hardly spends time trudging up this thing. But seeing you and the way you eye the floor in front of you as if you could fall at any second is worth the hike. Hundreds of lights illuminate the terrain, drawing particular attention to the golden door you find yourself in front of. 

You stand still while waiting for his instruction. All he does is put a fist in front of his mouth, which you understand as him clearing his throat, before throwing the door open dramatically. 

His slipping into his little performances will always be so charming. Sooner than later everybody's eyes land on you. Alastor was right; only a few people came forth to stay. 

"Husk," you whisper under your breath, one of the few moments you use your voice, always impulsive and out of shock. Someone else in the room is also in complete shock. 

Charlie points a finger at you, motioning loudly, before rushing over. She waves, not a casual hi but a practiced hello. 

The two words that come from her lips are easy to read.

"It's you!" She says. 

You bow your head, keeping your eyes on you, a small smile forming on your lips. Your hands don't lift to sign. You remain quiet. That snaps her out of her enthusiasm. 

"Oh, right!" But before you can attempt to distinguish anything else, she turns her body away and faces Alastor. Expected.

A few people in here you recognize. Nifty gains your attention by how she circles you quickly, looking you up and down.

"No dress?" She signs. You just shrug, eyebrows twisted up with a more nonchalant smile. Your peripheral spots a tall, lanky figure approaching.

She wiggles her fingers, more to herself than to you. "Weird."

The figure steals your attention by pressing a finger hard into the visible speaker that protrudes from your chest. As if surprised, he immediately backs up, having expected to feel vibrations of music and not your direct heartbeat. 

The longer you stare at him, the more he doubles down, hearing the music transition from major to minor. Angel's eyes start to widen, and his heart sinks as he feels that familiar pit in his stomach.

Savior as he always is, Alastor summons himself and grips Angel's shoulders, leaning in and speaking something you don't hear.

Charlie grabs your hand and pulls you to her. Everything around you is crowded; there's constant movement and many people to try to pay attention to. This is the most people you've seen in over ten years. Mortification lodges itself within you, as sudden as an arrow. Sure, you recognize more than half, but that doesn't offer relief. At least they aren't annoyed with you, not yet, anyway. 

Instead of trying to communicate again, Charlie puts her hand on your shoulder, exaggerating her cheeks as she breathes in and out. You can see the gentleness in her eyes. Submitting to her care is like second nature. Perhaps this place isn't as bad as you thought.

Vaggie stares at you with thought. Her expression softens, but for only a moment before her soldier-like exterior snaps back into place. She knew signs of war efforts, but that was from Heaven. She had no clue what sign language you were fluent in, but it certainly wasn't hers. She wouldn't be able to help you in your situation. Your only hope, she realizes, is Alastor. What a difficult position to be in. 

Vaggie peels her eyes away when Alastor manages to take your full attention. Using the window of opportunity, she grabs Charlie and relays her thoughts.

Alastor's gaze catches on the stereo speaker in your chest. "No fingerprints, that's good."

"Rather rude, wasn't it?"

"Very."

His smile calms to match yours. Angel, out of everybody, is the most put off by how content Alastor gets when he is within close proximity to you. It's as if you're flicking a switch. Even Angel felt a wave of sadness, which he would describe as despicable recollections, the moment he approached you. He watches as you take Alastor's hand, and how the wicked Radio Demon doesn't pull away. This is insanity, he thinks, I need a drink.

Alastor only retracts his hand when beginning to sign. "Now, where should your room be?"

Your cheeks heat. "You really are making me stay, aren't you?"

"Well, you're already here, darling."

He leads you up a beautiful staircase. Everybody steals a glance at the two of you, walking in perfect sync, close together, while your heart radiates jazz. Charlie can't help but jump in happiness.

"Now, my dear, would you like the pleasure of choosing or shall I?"

A tremendously long line of doors greets you. You half-expect a spotlight to snap into existence and illuminate whatever door he wants you to pick. 

You shake your head, putting a hand to your temple while the other signs. "You can choose."

"Delightful! Right across from mine will do just fine."

And once he opens the door now assigned to you, the first thing he does is start to decorate. You don't move a muscle as he summons furniture similar to the one in your home. Your eyes stay on your bed. Having Alastor so close to it makes you smile. He's in your bedroom again. The last time he was anywhere near your chambers was years ago when he had walked you to sleep, tucking you in after hours of you saying you wanted to stay up and continue talking to him. He had promised to visit again before making sure you were safe in bed, touching his staff to your bare sternum, sending comforting vibrations of soft music to your skin. He didn't visit for many moons after that.

If he's making it like home, you'll give it a chance. 

You pause when you notice what he placed above the fireplace. It's a painting of you, one that definitely hadn't existed before, with an elegant dress of red. It is reminiscent of portraits of royalty. He needs to stop being so sweet; it's starting to get overwhelming, but god, the way his eyes watch you to witness your reaction is captivating. It's enough to convince you to stay.

"Maybe I should put it up in my room, too." He signs while rounding a lounge chair he had snapped in. With one last snap, the fireplace lights, blazing the room with the might of a thousand candles. You've never seen a fireplace before.

By the time you look at him again, his jacket is draped across the back of the chair. 

You sit next to him. "This will make it a lot easier for you to come visit, won't it?"

Even without the intention of the jab, his smile still widens in retaliation.

"I like our time alone, such a shame you chose the most inconvenient place."

You laugh, the noise croaky as you realize it was a jab in response.

He shrugs, breaking the eye contact by staring into the fire, resting his cheek against his knuckles and pressing his elbow into the armchair. His free hand continues to sign. "And now you're here."

If you thought to see it, you could notice how his gaze softened, but you were focused on how subdued his hand movements became. This is the Alastor you love to see, one so content by your side, one who trusts you with his life. You're his 'sweet little thing,' his 'cherished other,' his 'best friend,' and yet still his 'sweetheart.'

The longer you stare at him, the more uncovered his sentiments are. With the slight droop of his ears and the lowering of his lids comes the acknowledgment that this isn't a fantasy. You push your foot close to him and gain his attention.

"Then I should apologize."

His ears are erect again, and his head lifts. "For what?"

"Being so far away from you."

As quick-witted as he tends to be, his response came slower than he would have liked. To the average person, it would have looked like he was attempting to interpret English into signs, but to you, he was analyzing your intentions.

You really did hate burdening him with your isolation and your sensitivity. He has always been so lenient with you, and you've never tested his patience as a result. You're not going to push your luck.

"Far away?" Alastor leans back, gaining character again. "A simple stroll through the forest never harmed anybody, my dear. There's no need to worry about silly ol' me."

You close your eyes to hide how they rolled. You hated how he interpreted that, the pouting of his lips through his smile. 

You mimic how he signs, "Inconvenient place."

"Just a jest," he waves his hands dismissively. How eager he is to console your worries, even if it's true or not.

"Always so funny, aren't you?"

"Very much, my dear, it's such a burden."

The most treacherous men smile at the desire-filled state of others, and that's what Alastor is known for. Yet here he sits, lying through his teeth once he realizes his words might have hurt you. He is conditioned to this, isn't he? Realizing the emotional pain he could cause someone he enjoys being around. The soft touches he always tends to give you, the ones you accept without fear, do not belong to someone who is truly treacherous. 

He watches as you bite your lip in thought. "My dear, which do you believe is true?" 

You tilt your head. "I don't think it matters, you came and visited me either way."

"That's good." He leans forward and dips his head. "I'm off to bed."

He stands, grabbing his jacket and not facing you, not watching for a goodbye.

Ending any meeting this way is not exactly rare, but it's always him teleporting rather than walking out. 

Another eye roll. He's such a baby sometimes, so used to withholding affection to the point where even his own tenderness irritates him. One day he'll get over it. 

Husk pulls Charlie aside. Of course with that comes Vaggie, and then Angel who only wants to know what everybody is hanging around the bar for. The group listens to Husk as he talks. He keeps his voice low, speaking fast before his owner hears your name and arrives. But Alastor is still in his room, somber.

Husk has all the time he needs.

Back when you were an overlord, the sight of you made people believe they were in a nightmare. Your music enchanted people, making them cower beneath you, bursting into tears as they recounted the evil people they'd been around, specifically the wrong people they loved. It was the curse that Hell gifted you. Initially, when you first fell into these depths, you cherished your ability, recognizing your unique circumstances. But then the reason you were given the capability became clear: it was a mirror of your living, a constant reminder of the sorrow you were forced to endure.

Regardless, Husk hated being around you. You gave him fear, but that didn't stop him from seeing your effects on those suffering from your grief. Their eyes got bloodshot, and their minds raced to the point where they could hardly form words.

The sadness you provoke dissipates after days of non-contact, but your impression lasts forever.

During his monologue, the sound of your music was still heard in the distance, too faint to recognize and put a tune to the melody but audible enough to send an unease through Husk and his recollection.

When asked why none of them were affected, he just shrugged, putting a bottle to his lips. 

"Must be something in the water."

[miseries-mistress]

Okay idk if you write for commander wolffe or ahsoka but if you do can you write something spicy for either of them. You choose who idc, I’m just so down for these two LMAO

Also ur writing is so amazing, like it’s indescribably good ♥︎♥︎

RIPPED AWAY (SEWN TOGETHER) | COMMANDER WOLFFE

Synopsis: You wanted to shout, scream into the night to release your pent-up frustration boiling inside of you. The battle to take a separatist base was fruitless, and with Anakin's instance that none of you retreat and keep pushing forward, despite your protests leads to Ahsoka's injury. In your haste to retrieve Ahsoka, you step away from the ranks to her body in the center of the clearing. Chaos ensues. 

Warnings: female reader, wolffe being mean, like more than usual, but it's okay bc i love mean men, injury, canon typical violence, blood, gore, injury, all the good stuff. W/C: 3,880

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The battle raged like a storm without end, with each wave of blaster fire raining down upon you with the strength only death alone could possess. It didn't matter how many droids your men shot down or how many shots you and Anakin deflected. It wasn't enough. 

Clouds of smoke spiraled around you, obscuring the moon while your body ached for respite under cover of the ever-twinkling stars. Retreat was becoming more of a prospect by the second, yet another dark reality to face as another volley of bombs dropped in your vicinity, the ear-piercing screams quelled by the exchange of blaster fire. 

Another bolt was deflected. Another droid is down. Another man down. The cycle was endless, and you've had enough. 

"Anakin!" you screamed over the clanking droids. "We need to retreat!"

Anakin's head whipped around to face you, his eyes wide before his eyebrows knitted in frustration, his face twisting in defiance.

"We can take the base!" he shouts, and a man behind you thuds to the ground, his organs mixing with the sloppy sludge of oil, mud, and blood. "If we can break their defenses–"

"The men can't hold out that long, and neither can we! Regrouping is our only hope of surviving this! We are losing them by the minute!" 

"We hold our position. That's final!" 

You wanted to scream, tear the hair out of your head if that meant reasoning with him. If this was your mission, you would have pulled back ages ago, having realized staying here any longer would be fruitless. Their forces were simply too many, overwhelming quick thoughts of attack. You needed a strategy, and it would be impossible to form one in the heat of battle while you deflected oncoming advancements. 

You racked your brain for a solution, frantic to figure out some kind of strategy to not only reduce casualties but also take the separatist base. That was until a crackling, uneven voice spoke urgently over your and Anakin's commlink, his voice barely audible. "Commander Tano is down."

Every nerve, vein, and blood vessel was doused in frozen water, your blood running cold as you could feel it draining from the pores in your face. You've never seen Anakin move so fast, stepping back so Rex could cover him. "What?! Where are you?!"

"We are overrun– we need to pull back," the trooper spoke again, despair thickly coating his entreaty.

"Send your coordinates and hold your position," Anakin orders. You could feel, not in the Force, but physically feel his solicitude radiating off him in unprecedented waves of dread before switching off the commlink. 

"General, go to Ahsoka's position! Rex and I will hold out here!" he orders you with the swiftness and composure he could muster under the circumstances. You curtly nod, your apprehension for Ahsoka outweighing your frustration. 

You turn to your commander, your boots sticking to the mud and clinging to your feet. "Wolffe, Comet, and Boost, you're with me. Sinker, you lead the men while I recover, Commander Tano."

"Yes, sir." Wolffe squeezes Sinker's shoulder before the three troopers follow you as you weave through blaster fire, looking down at the coordinates Anakin sent you every couple of seconds. 

The noise of battle is deafening. A sound that often haunts soldiers' dreams is all that pounds in a hysterical beat against your skull. Dirt and rubble fly around you, men howl in pain, and superiors scream orders in the faint hope of not seeing more numbers on a list of the fallen. Each sound terrorizes you, engulfs you in dark, endless black water, fated to drown you if you stop kicking for the surface where the light resides instead of the void of the darkness beneath you. All your years of training to become a Jedi and being one could never prepare you for this.  

You reach Ahsoka's position in record time, and immediately you are met with red bolts of blaster fire showering upon you. It was worse, so much worse than where you held out with Anakin, and it showed by the disfigured bodies of blue and gray armor stacked upon each other, the stench of death almost too much to bear. 

"Over here, general!" You follow the voice, your feet slapping against the mud as you catch sight of Ahsoka. She was groaning, her hand covering what you could already see as a nasty wound, the skin around it scorched and inflamed. Thick dark red blood oozed around her fingers as another clone pulled her back. He was almost to your position when a flash of light collided with his armor, and his body smashed to the ground next to her.

Your lightsaber sprang to life with a snapping hiss as you began defending Ahsoka's injured form. Wolffe, Comet, and Boost joined the battle as you did, reemerging into the flow of war. 

You tried to inch forward to her position in the middle of the clearing with every battle droid that smashed into the grimy soil, but your efforts were in vain. For every droid that fell, another replaced it. Reinforcements flooded in an endless stream of metal as the bodies beside you grew, your friend's life force dwindling as she slowly bled out, so close yet so far. If only–

Your body slammed into the ground, your arms crumpling beneath your weight. There was an obnoxious high-pitched ringing in your ears, blocking the sound of anything else besides your thundering heartbeat. You blinked, clearing the black spots that had begun to dot your vision, the shock hitting you in full. The infinite dark sky is speckled with luminescent stars, mockingly watching you as they laugh at your collapsed form, doused in the weakest breath of strength.  

Ahsoka. 

You could see her closer now, and your head swam with the force of whatever injury you sustained that you couldn't feel. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting Ahsoka to safety. Whatever it was, it wasn't severe enough to stop you from stumbling to her, your body throbbing with the phantom of agony as you all but collapsed beside her, your knees wet with silt. You shook her with a ghost of the power you possess, your hands violently shaking as her eyes remained shut. Tears swam in your vision while your chest painfully constricted as you shook her harder, only for her eyes to crack open a moment later, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ash. You could almost collapse in the burden of your injury and hers, but you held yourself up, not brave enough to look at her wound. 

"Ahsoka," you cried in relief, and her features wrung in pain as she returned to a more steady form of consciousness, no doubt feeling the weight of her injuries. "I'm going to get you out of here." 

"I-I'm okay," she wheezed as your arms dived under her head and knees, slowly rising to your feet with her. Colors flashed blindingly in your vision, and lightheadedness and dizziness nearly swept you off your feet. No matter how much your body screamed at you, threatening to crumple, your will filled your chest like a breath of fresh air, stealing your resolve. You had to do this. You had to push through, not for your sake, but for the young Padawan in your arms. 

You two made it behind your forces, and a clamor of voices finally reached your ears after too long of nothing but ear-splitting ringing. 

"They're back! Fall back! Fall back!" someone ordered as the rest of the men began to retreat to the carriers behind you to take you back to base. Even though with each step, pure singing misery rippled down your spine, you pushed for the promise of safety. 

When you entered, the doors closed and lifted into the murky sky. A couple of troopers rushed to your side, carefully taking Ahsoka from your arms and scurrying off to the medical center buried deeply in the confines of the ship. Clones around you dispersed to their positions, and you cautiously lowered yourself to the ground, forgoing the seats as you leaned your head back. The ship was silent besides the roar of the engines, which you hid your labored breathing behind. Every expansion of your lungs felt like you were being burned within an inch of your life, seizing the air from your breast in one fell swoop. Tentatively you lifted your robes, hissing when the fabric caught on your impairment, only for your breath to be sucked back into your irritated lungs. Your exposed flesh was spitting out crimson liquid, the edges of your wound charred in a sickening state of black, and you could faintly smell your burning flesh, binding the torn fabric of your tunic to your heaving meat. 

Just a graze, you thought to yourself as you lowered your tunic, something that could be dealt with when you reach Coruscant. 

"You…okay?" a hesitant voice reaches your ears, and you turn your head to find Wolffe leaning against the doorway, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. It wasn't a look you often saw on him, making your chest tighten as if someone had reached into there and squeezed with all their might to rob the breath from your lungs. You find the same emotion inexplicably rising in the back of your throat.  

"Yeah, yeah, just tired. That's all," you lie, pinching your lips as the intensity of your burned nerves sharpens by the minute. 

He raises an eyebrow, his chin jerking forward. "Then what's all that blood for, sweetheart?"

Shit. You glance down to find that your blood has, in fact, seeped through your clothing, the dark patch expanding into the woven fabric of your wear.

"It-It's not mine. No need to worry," you grit your teeth. Wolffe scowls, and it's then you know you've lost the uphill battle of pride you were fighting. You sigh, slinking further against the wall, and he takes this as your sign of defeat.  

"When were you planning on telling me? Before or after you bleed to death?" He kneels in front of you, and you cringe at the bite in his words. 

"You're being over dramatic. I'm fine, Wolffe." you roll your eyes at his antics, but he scoots closer. Even when taking a knee in front of you, he seems to tower above you, his stoic presence alone engulfing the room. It's impossible not to notice the concern that laces his features as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing.  

"You're covered in blood," he points out.  

"Like I said, it's nothing–" You yelp, doubling forward when he roughly shoves two fingers into your wound, blood instantly staining your outer robes from your tunic. 

"Fucking liar," he snarls before standing up, his eyes flickering around the room for the first aid kit. You groan, curling within yourself as the damaged skin throbs from Wolffe's painful jab, your vision blurring around the edges as you try to keep your eyes focused, only for him to leave your peripheral a second later. Your eyes begin to droop as the weight of battle, and your injury finally starts to percolate the very fiber of your being. Sleep is now a call from the heavens, a gentle hand forcing your eyes to shut.

There is a clanging sound as a box hits the floor, and out of curiosity, one eye cracks open. Wolffe is back, digging fervently through the med kit on the floor for something…most likely for you. Your eyelids begin to close once more, now at peace knowing Wolffe would take the pain from you as he has done many times before. 

Just as you began to drift off, the pain returned, only doubling in vehemence. You bite back a scream as the clothes melted into your pulsating raw flesh are ripped away. Wolffe places a firm hand over your chest to keep you from doubling over. 

You throb with white-hot agony, every nerve alight as it feels like thousands of boiling hot needles are being shoved into your skin and torn out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut, fat tears collecting in your scrunched waterline. Behind your eyelids, you can see a kaleidoscope of bright colors dancing across the infinite void behind your eyes. 

The searing pain dulls as something cold and slippery runs over the affected area, the scalding burn dissolving into a dull throb. 

"Shit, Wolffe," you whimper as he presses the bacta into your charred skin, his fingers roughly moving into every crevice of your wound. 

"If you wanted gentle, you should have asked for my vod instead," he gruffly replied as you hissed in pain. The bacta was doing its job of settling the fiery burn eating at your flesh, but his hands were far from delicate, and you considered the idea that he was purposely trying to make this hurt more than it should. "Or told me sooner."

"You could be a little nicer. After all, I am–" you grit your teeth as fingers swirl over your side with unnecessary force. "Injured," you finish weakly, slipping further into your position on the floor as he begins to wrap the wound.  

"If you weren't such a brat and tried to lie to me, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?" he growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. His eye flares and his lips curl into a snarl in his malice. You advert your gaze, shame filling your sternum, and you can't help but wallow in it while Wolffe finishes patching you up. 

He sits back on his heels, admiring his work while your disheartened expression not going unnoticed by the burly commander. Those feelings, the ones he'd tried to suppress when he witnessed what appeared to be a fall while retrieving Ahsoka, which was now revealed as a blaster wound, came swarming to the surface, brimming at the edge of release. These emotions were dark and tenebrous and made his chest constrict with each second they remained pent up. 

You were a Jedi, you didn't get injured. It was something he never had to fret about whenever you stepped onto the battlefield, but today...today proved that wrong in the nastiest way possible. Your flirt with death was unnecessary and reckless, a show of independence and strength. Your refusal to rely on Wolffe or his men to aid you resulted in your life-threatening injury and the worst part was there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"What you did today was reckless." Your gaze travels from the durasteel floor to the intense silver of his cybernetic eye, the crease between your eyebrows deepening at his accusation. 

"What I did today saved Ahsoka's life." 

"You needlessly put your life on the line instead of relying on your men to help you."

"I did not." you defend yourself, tenderly crossing your arms over your chest with an indignant huff. 

"That's exactly what you did," he snarled. "Don't even try to bullshit your way out of this."

"I'm not!" you exclaim, wincing at the strain you caused on your side from your outburst. "I did what I had to do without risking your lives!"

"Oh, so now you pretend to care," he chuckles darkly. "You seemed too preoccupied with your little hero moment, sweetheart. I almost had the wrong impression."

Your eyes narrowed into crinkled slits, coldness bleeding into your gaze. "I was mindful of the risk and decided it was one I alone had to take!"

"And look where you wound up."

"You're a piece of shit," you spit. "You don't get to harass me about my choices."

"If I wanted to harass you, I would. I'm trying to get it in your thick skull not to put yourself in such unnecessary danger again."

"Oh, you're just full of nice things, aren't you, Wolffe?" you scoff, rolling your eyes skyward while your heart writhes in bitterness. 

"Only for you," he sneered in retaliation. 

The bickering is childish, but both of you don't seem to realize it, too caught up in your own bouts of fury to even consider the other person's words. It's horrible, but it's the only way you can talk to each other unfiltered, without lies to ease the validity of the situation. If you took a moment to collect yourself and remove yourself from the fervent argument, you're afraid he would stop spewing out what he truly feels in harsh comments and resign to silence, bottling up his emotions as he has done all his life. Wolffe's never been one to find the right words or the will to express what's eating away at his war-stained mind. You blame it on the Kamanoins and the environment he was raised in, which is why any progress in opening up the impenetrable vault of his heart is better than nothing, even if it means being on the receiving end of his insults. But, of course, you are not entirely focused on that, your anger stirring at his unreasonableness to listen to you, which in turn only eggs him on. And if you weren't so caught up in your emotions, you would realize that his invectives come from a place of regard for your safety and well-being after you were nearly killed. 

It's not a familial care like he shares with his brothers, but a tender, heart-wrenching fear foreign to a battle-hardened soldier such as himself, hence his inability to process the emotion, turning to lash out in his distress. But of course, that goes over your head, nothing but determination fueling your self-righteous point of view. 

You two stare at each other, and in your own rage, muddled aggravation, you can't pick out the exact emotion swimming in his irises, pushing and pulling against each other. 

"If you are going to continue to be a prick, leave me alone. I'm done trying to deal with your bullshit," you bark, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper as you adjust yourself, your wound pricking at the stretch in your torso. 

Wolffe's eyes seem to soften at that moment as their former fiery irises give way to the ocean of regret that fills them. He wilts, his hand finding its way to his hair, carding through it in search of the right words. 

"You almost died." It's not a question or command but a statement- a fact. Words fail you as you continue to stare into his mismatched gaze. "Your reckless behavior almost got you killed."

"But it didn't." You stare at him, begging him to notice your reassurance, to take it with open arms, but he doesn't. Wolffe is too wrapped up in the unfamiliar surge of emotions making his chest strangle with the lump impossibly forming in his throat. He wasn't used to this kind of trepidation for someone else, a worry running so profound it was stifling him. 

 "If I wasn't there..."

"Wolffe–"

"No– fuck listen to me...You would have died." You wrenched your gaze away from him as tears welled in the back of your eyes, the weight of your actions bearing down upon you with the ease only regret could tame. 

"You could have died," his strangled voice bit out as you digested each word, your stomach sinking all the while. "God damn it, look at me."

Your gaze is ripped from the floor when Wolffe grabs your face, forcing you to stare into his eyes, muddled with too many gut-wrenching feelings to process. "Fuck– you can't do that to me. Can't… can't do that to me."

His words are awkward and unsteady as if he doesn't know how to, but there's a desperate plea for your understanding. He wants you to comprehend every word his tongue can't form, every emotion threatening to swallow him up and spit him out, as every facade comes crashing down in his moment of desperation. 

So instead of talking, you lean over, despite your discomfort, and capture his lips between your own. He holds his breath, his body rigid with the sensation of your warm lips cracked by your constant biting. Then he understands the suddenness behind your actions, and his hands find your face instantly, pouring everything out into the open. His lips are feverish, swollen with spirit. He moves his mouth to taste the essence of your life, to devour your sweet taste as if it was the last thing he would ever do. It's as if he's reassuring himself of your beating heart (and flushed cheeks) as his tongue moves over your lips to seek refuge in the cavern of your mouth he calls home.

You don't see Wolffe in distress very often. Instead, you see a mask of calm, composed ruthlessness shielding his ever-cracked and dismantled soul. Your ability to peer through his walls frightened him at first, but over time as you spilled your hearts to one another over and over again, he found less of a need to keep the shields he had readily put in place, an action that came over time. Now, while his lips swallowed yours in a frenzy, his worry, an emotion that would make him a liability in war, was being poured over you. It was passionate how he moved over you, his hands moving to cup your face while the other slid across various parts of your body. He knew his action was not a display of lust but a solace to himself that you were, in fact, here, despite the deepest horrors his mind could conjure. 

As the embrace slowed to a halt, pulling away for a gulp of air, the tension that once smothered the room in its toxic fumes dissipated, leaving peaceful tranquility in its wake. 

"Don't do that shit again, you hear me?" he breathes, his voice hardened by the lilith that tainted his words. 

"Okay." You nod along with your promise. "Okay."

His body sagged with relief at your reply, a short breath of air leaving his lips. 

"I'm sorry." Wolffe shook his head, dismissing your apology. With the condolence you had so given him, the lingering air of hostility melted, and while it didn't soothe the ever-present fear that came with combat and your safety, the unspoken promise that you would heed his words and move less hastily without care for your life was enough for him. He knew you couldn't give him anything more because anything more would be a lie. His hand moved to cup your face as you nuzzled in the ever-present warmth of his hand, praying that your moment of reprieve would last forever.

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 9

warnings- swearing

words- 887

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(hey I know this is shitty but I swear it'll get better I just felt like writing something so I could carry on the story, I'm so sorry I haven't updated this since 27th June I honestly didn't realise how Long I'd not updated its but love you all and thank you for being so patient♥︎

I hate hate hate part 9 of all my attention and for the likes it's getting I can see not many people are keen with but I PROMISE YOU it's just a part so I can link the next of the series!

thank you and I am sososoososososososos sorry ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I woke up with the sun shining into my bedroom making my walls glow and glimmer "morning babe" I looked next to me where Tom was lay smiling to me

"good morning" I grinned moving to be closer to him even though his arm was still under my head "sleep okay?" I asked pressing a kiss to his lips

"best sleep of my life, your bed is so much comfier than mine" we laughed, his hand moved to draw lazy shapes on my skin "you feeling okay?" he spoke and I just nodded while still watching his features "good" he hummed kissing my forehead

"this is all so crazy" I giggled staring to the ceiling "like who'd a thought? Tom and Y/n" I sighed "I'm not annoyed its happened though- are you?" he scratched his head trying to hide a smile forming on his face "piss off Kaulitz!" I shoved sitting up and crawling off the bed and standing by the window staring at the back yard where the sun was making the grass shine

"god you're so pretty" he breathed getting up too and hooking his arms around my neck and resting next to my head "what do you want to drink?" he asked letting go and grabbing his shirt from my desk

"erm.. my peach ice tea thing, should be in the fridge and I'll make us some breakfast in two seconds I need to wash my face" he nodded taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it before walking down the hallway.

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10 minuets later I made my way to the kitchen were I saw his frame leant against the counter watching the tv "babe were on the news" my heart dropped- why? why would we be on the news? I quickened my pace and stood by him and watched as our performance was shown on the tv 'Tokio Hotel are the 5th band who have been put forward for the best band in Germany' I turned to Tom who's jaw had dropped like mine

'HOLY SHIT!" I screamed jumping onto him and cheering "WHAT THE FUCK WERE IN FOR AN AWARD!" he nodded jumping us about until hurried knocking came at my front door and we stopped

'"Y/N!" it was Bill, Tom looked to me and I pointed for him to hide in the cabinet under the stairs "Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR QUICK!" sprinting I shoved Tom into the tiny room and fled to the door whipping it open "have you seen the news?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" I squealed grabbing the boys shoulder "I'm shaking right now like holy shit"

"its crazy! and we've been put on news papers and things already! we might actually win!" Bill laughed coming inside and walking to the kitchen "oh is Tom not with you?" he asked and I panicked remembering that his brother was in the cabinet

"erm no unless he's hiding somewhere, I haven't seen him" the black haired boy laughed shaking his head

"what like he's in here?" his hand went to the door knob of the cabinet and pulled it open 'oh shit' "Tom what the fuck are you doing!" Bill nearly screamed "Y/n you said- what the fuck is going on?" Tom stepped out looking to me but I just stood stunned "did you guys fuck?" I felt my cheeks light up red

"Bill thats enough-" I herd a screech come from the singer and then many loud laughs "man just shut up"

"you guys fucked! oh my god- you slept with Y/n!" I stared at Tom who grabbed his brother and tried to shove him out the house "WAIT NO I'M SORRY DUDE! I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED" Tom finally let go with a huff and walked back into the kitchen to the living room and fell to the sofa covering his face "so tell me what happened yesterday then" Bill cooed sitting himself across from his brother who looked to me and motioned me to sit with him

"so we went on a date yesterday- our first date and then I brought Y/n home and you know it just all happened from there" Tom breathed grabbing my hand which I gave him squeeze "I'm not even embarrassed or anything I just didn't want to fucking tell you this early after it happened" I nodded understanding what he was trying to get over

"don't tell the others" I began "I know we'll be picked on or something and we really don't need that for when we start our next shows okay and if I find out you've told them I swear to god Bill I'll rip out your eyebrow piercing and shove it up your arse" the boy laughed saying his lips were locked

"I mean us three knew it would happen at some point I mean Georg won the bet" he almost whispered looking away from us with a grin

"you bet on us?" Tom asked with a laugh "fucking weirdos" we all began to giggle and the idea of being betted on like fucking horses

"so what are you guys now?"

[jongbross]

if requests are still open, can i request? i was thinking kyungsoo and reader are mixed martial arts fighters and they train and teach classes at the same gym. they’re just a pair of bickering coworkers as they’ve always been some of the toughest fighters at the gym. idk, take it whatever direction you’d like, i can’t see what you write! thanks!

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 611 genre: fluffy? warnings: kyungsoo is really annoying and there's a plot twist at the end. got inspired by those k-dramas where the dude "hates" the girl, you know? a/n: had a lot of fun writing this! thank you so much for requesting <3

"oh my gosh, you're such a softie."

it was always like this, every single day, 24/7 - bickering was now considered a background noise whenever you and kyungsoo were at the gym at the same time.

i mean, kyungsoo was a really great fighter and an amazing teacher, you could admit that, but he was also the most annoying person you have ever met.

"what did i do now, kyungsoo?", you asked with a sigh.

"you're really cleaning up the mess your kids left behind?", he said, a playful smirk on his face. "discipline is part of what we teach, y/n, you should let them do it themselves."

you rolled your eyes, picking up the last towel from the ground and getting up to face kyungsoo. he had his arms crossed against his chest, his black belt tied firmly around his slim waist.

"and you should worry about your students, not mine", you fake smiled at him. "should i remind you i got three kids wanting to be transferred to my class because you were an asshole with them?"

"they're softies just like you", it was his time to roll his eyes. "taehyun couldn't even learn how to kick properly."

"he's 5 years old, kyungsoo!"

"so? all of my other kids can do it."

you scoffed, even though you weren't a bit surprised by his behavior. you just passed by him, getting back to what truly mattered: cleaning up the room so the next class (kyungsoo's class) could start.

"i still don't get why you act like that with them", kyungsoo kept going though.

"cause i'm a great teacher and i respect their timing."

"wow, you're wrong two times in that sentence, that's a new record!"

"i'm not a great teacher?"

"well, you're a teacher, that's for sure", the bastard chuckled. "but you're a better fighter though..."

you hummed in response, folding your last towel and sighing one more time.

"you wanna know why?"

"honestly? no, i don't", you replied, turning around to look at him. "i have had a headache since the moment i woke up this morning and you didn't let me be for a goddamn second. can you please save this conversation for tomorrow?"

kyungsoo frowned, relaxing his arms. "headache?"

"yeah. you're gonna complain about that too?"

you sighed in relief when kyungsoo just murmured a tiny 'idiot' and finally walked away towards the back of the gym, leaving you alone to finish your tasks.

it truly didn't take long until his students started to arrive, a few of them greeting you before taking a seat on the floor, just like kyungsoo taught them to do it so they could wait for him.

the moment you finished what you were doing was the moment kyungsoo appeared for his class. you walked away to let him do his work, frowning when he said "check your locker" as you passed him by. so you went to the locker room, meeting and greeting some other teachers there.

to your surprise, you found your locker unlocked. you pulled it open to find a bottle of painkillers - the one you've always seen kyungsoo taking - and a little note, which you took it between your fingers so you could read better.

"take two of these, it should help you with your headache. go eat something too, and if it doesn't get better, i already texted minseok hyung saying i could take your other classes for the day. rest! don't make me say it twice. see you at my place tonight! - kyungsoo ♥ (:"

at that, you smiled - sincerely, this time. perhaps kyungsoo was as good of a boyfriend as he was of a teacher.

[imthebadguyyy]

Flower Charms

(Not my gif)

Pairing - Pierre Gasly x Reader (fem!bestfriend!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - Pierre has been your best friend since you were nine. A timeline of your relationship.

A/N - some dates and years may be wrong, my apologies. Also i'm obsessed with How To Get Away With Murder and Suits so yeah.

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When you were nine, your dad had taken you to a go kart track in France, to watch his friend's son race. Having previously lived elsewhere, your trip to france with your parents was tremendously exciting, and you had nearly tripped over in your excitement to watch the little boys race their go karts.

Pierre was ten when he first met you, standing with his mum and dad before the race, chatting animatedly to his dad before he caught sight of you with your parents. When his eyes landed on your highly energetic figure, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, radiating happiness and joy, a smile so wide present on your face it was a miracle your face didn't crack in two.

After the race, his dad had introduced him to you and your dad, calling the man his old best friend. When Pierre tried to talk to you, you had hidden your face in your dad's shirt, making him laugh. On his way home, he could only think of one thing - her dress had sunflowers.

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On your sixteenth birthday, your dad gave in to your wish to go to france for your birthday. In the 6 years that had passed, you and Pierre had become extremely close, meeting each other whenever possible and becoming each others support system whenever the other needed it.

Your birthday was spent with your family, the Gasly's, and some of your friends. It was sweet and simple, and a night you treasured. But the moment you treasured the most was when you opened Pierre's present, to find a pretty sunflower charm, with a handwritten note inside - mon cherie, you've always been bright, shy and beautiful. you wore a sunflower dress the first time we met, and now, tu es mon tournesol. joyeux anniversaire chéri, continue de briller de mille feux.

You had hugged him tight, and let him attach the charm to your bracelet, a tiny spark igniting in your chest, when his hands brushed your wrist and his eyes looked deep into yours.

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On Pierre's twenty first birthday, he announced he was joining the Toro Rosso F1 team. You screamed and jumped into his arms, squeezing the life out of him, as he squeezed you right back. You had whispered sweet words of praise into his ears as he stroked your hair, in his little flat, by the fading sunlight.

That year, you accompanied him to two races as you could, wishing you could go to more, but you were also juggling your uni classes in law, and Pierre understood and was incredibly grateful for your support whenever you could. come.

He handed you a little box before he left, in it a pretty daisy charm and a note - ma marguerite, brille de mille feux.

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The following year, Pierre was there at your graduation, cheering you on as you accepted your degree, waving at him and your parents, as he looked on with pride.

That night, he took you to a fancy restaraunt, and you two talked till the manager had to very politely tell you they were closing for the night. The both of you had laughed, and then he had booked the both of you a night at a hotel. A few glasses of wine later, he had pressed his lips to your forehead, soft whispers, "je suis si fier de toi ma chérie" whispered into your ears, and before you knew it, his soft lips were pressed to yours, your hands finding home on his chest, his moving to pull you closer by the waist, a burning flame erupting in your chest as you tried to move even closer, bodies pressed so tightly together, it was like being molded into one.

After breaking apart, he had whispered a soft "i really, really like you" and kissed your forehead. The both of you spent the night cuddling on the bed, gentle touches and soft kisses pressed to each others skin.

But the next morning you rose to empty sheets, and a broken heart, scanning the room for any sign of Pierre, breaking down in tears when you couldn't locate him anywhere, shaky hands reaching for your phone, desperately dialling his number over and over - to no response.

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Pierre didn't mean to hurt you, he really didn't. But when he had awoken in the morning, and your body had been pressed right next to his, he had panicked, thinking he had ruined his friendship with you forever, the wine he had consumed clouding his brain, stopping him from thinking straight

He had gotten dressed in a rush and was about to leave the room before he paused, looking over his shoulder at your sleeping form. Tears clouded his vision and he pushed his sunglasses onto his nose, walking out, trying his best to block his memories of your soft, sweet lips on his own.

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The life of a junior attorney working at Pearson Hardman consumed every moment of your day from 9-5, and sometimes even longer when your seniors needed you to help with their cases, leaving you with almost no time to think about your next step with Pierre.

On some nights, you were kept awake by the thought of his lips on yours again, the way his hands had pressed into your waist and drawn you close, how he had traced a thin line along your thigh with his pinky, his rings leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His fingers had twirled loose strands of your hair around em, and his lips had been pressed against your lips, your cheek, your forehead. His fingers had traced down your tummy, and on some nights the thought of him wandering lower kept you awake.

But days turned to weeks, and your phone didn't flash with Pierre's caller ID, shattering your hopes further. You let your job consume you, giving your heart and soul out to your work, doing extra pro bono work with your seniors, rising the ranks fairly quickly because of your skill, devotion and knack.

Before you knew it a year had passed, and you were assigned to work with the senior most attorneys at the firm, Harvey Specter and Annalise Keating, the pair of whom kept you on your feet at all times.

Eventually, you had no time to ponder what could have been, and soon, a year had passed.

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(Smut)

It was killing him slowly, leaving you like that. So one night, in 2018, after being promoted to RedBull,he flew to New York to see you.

You came home to your apartment in New York only to find sitting in the lobby - Pierre.

You froze, eyes going wide as he made his way towards you, eyes apologetic and somewhat surprised at the sight of you, taking in the sight of you in your pencil skirt and high heels, the two buttons of your red shirt unbuttoned, and your jacket draped over your arm, your hair in a neat ballet bun, a few loose strands framing your neck. He couldn't deny it, you looked hot.

"Cherie?'

"No"

"Please just let me explain"

"Explain what? Why you left me in a hotel room all by myself? Its not like anything happened apart from a few kisses, so just go. I've moved on. You should too"

As you spoke, Pierre pushed you up against your elevator door, his eyes staring deep into your own, a fierce passion lit within them.

"Don't lie to me. You were hurt, i hurt you, and i hate myself for that. But please, please let me make it up to you. i can make it up to you. Please, just give me a chance, he whispered, forehead leaning on yours, watching as you closed your eyes, a tear threatening to spoil your mascara.

"Shut up and come upstairs" you whispered, pulling him into your lift, gasping when he slammed his lips against yours when the door shut. "Did you like it? When i kissed you?" He asked, stomach churning with the fear that you didn't. "yes" you whispered back, moaning when he trailed his lips to your exposed neck, hands cupping either side of your neck, forcing your head to be upright while he kissed, bit and sucked on the skin of your neck, making you moan above him, your pussy clenching.

As the ding of the elevator signalled that you had reached your floor, the both of you stumbled out, Pierre's lips still attached to your neck, not giving a damn about your neighbours.

With shaky hands, you unlocked your door, dropping your briefcase on the floor, and letting your jacket fall on top of it. Stumbling backwards, you kicked off your heels, immediately becoming shorter than him. All the while, Pierre continued to suck hickeys onto your neck, sucking your pulse point, making you moan again.

Pushing you down onto your couch, he unbuttoned his blue shirt, watching as you fumbled with the buttons on yours, dragging the material off of your body and discarding it on the coffee table.

"Let me make it up to you mon cherie" he mumbled, sinking down to his knees so he was in level with your pussy, spreading your knees apart. The pencil skirt you were wearing did not simplify matters, restricting your movement, so he pushed it up to your hips, breath hitching at the sight of your clothed pussy.

Above him, your chest heaved, breath hitching in anticipation of what was to come. Beneath you, Pierre dragged the thin material of your panties down your leg, inhaling sharply when a string of sticky arousal stretched from your pussy to the material. Leaning forward, he broke the string with his pointer, before licking away your juices, moaning at the sweet tanginess that left him craving more.

Pushing his middle finger into your slit, he groaned at the wetness collecting on his finger, your warm walls clenching on his finger, as he pushed his ring finger in as well, the cold metal of his rings pressing against your walls, a broken moan of "Pierre!" Leaving your lips.

He moved his fingers up and down, before adopting a scissoring motion, making you see stars as he let his thumb press down on your clit. Panting, you let out a "fuck! fuck pierre i- oh shit don't stop!"

Leaning forward, he replaced his thumb with his tongue on your clit. Swishing the bundle of nerves on his tongue, he let his lips enclose around the bud, sucking on your clit, "oh fuck! fuck! fuck dont stop! Oh my god that feels so good oh-" your moans spurring him on as the knot in your tummy tightened, the pleasure intensifying when he grabbed your clit in between his teeth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

Oh lord his tongue. It was godly, the way it was making you feel was so good you felt like you were going to pass out. The lewd sounds of his tongue in you echoed in the room, the squelching sound of your pussy sounding like heaven to Pierre's ears.

His fingers continued to move in you, lips still sucking on your clit, tongue buried you. No man had made you feel like this before, no man had put your pleasure before his.

When his nose bumped against your clit, and continued to nudge against it continuously, the knot in your stomach tightened for a second. "Oh my god Pierre i'm gonna cum, im gonna cum oh fuck! I'm gonna cu-" with a moan you released into his mouth, moaning when he groaned against you and licked all of your juices, sucking his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back, putting on a show for you.

Panting, you sat back up, looking at Pierre's form, his mouth was glistening with the remnants of your orgasm, fingers shining. His hair was messy from when your thighs had nearly crushed his head. "Am i forgiven yet, mon cherie? I'm so sorry. But please, give me another chance" he mumbled, standing up to sit beside you.

"Okay. Okay. One more chance" you murmured, leaning forward to kiss his lips. "That was an amazing orgasm" you whispered, earning a laugh from Pierre. "Thanks, i try' was his cheeky response, earning a soft punch to his thigh.

He pulled out a small white jewellery box, to reveal a small tulip charm, with another note - même les tulipes se ratatinent à côté de ta beauté mon amour.

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Soon after making your relationship official, Pierre needed you during one of the saddest moments of his life - Anthoine's passing.

You had been watching the quali session at home, and had been watching the f2 race when the crash happened. Your heart seemed to stop beating for a second, your gut telling you something had gone horribly wrong.

When they had announced it was Anthoine and Correa, your heart had shattered. You had known Anthoine, having met him a couple times at go kart tracks, pierre's parties and other places. Your heart shattered further for Pierre. He had had a tough few weeks, being dropped to Toro Rosso, and you had done your best to be there for him, but you couldn't get time off of work because you were working for a major supreme court case.

Biting back tears, you had called Pierre, and he had broken down on the phone. You had done all you could, telling him how much you loved him, how proud Anthoine would be of him for doing his best even after being dropped.

It was a vulnerable, emotional moment, a defining one of the both of you.

Three days later, a package arrived for you, in it, a beautiful rose charm, with a note - à ma rose, merci. Je vous aime

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Pierre was thriving at Alpha Tauri, to put it simply. Away from the pressure and favouritism at Red Bull, he was bringing very good results week in and week out.

At the same time, you were excelling at your job, earning the respect of both Annalise and Harvey.

Life was good for the both of you.

It was at Christmas at his parents house that you realized just how much you loved him, how much you wanted a family with him. You wanted him to be your forever.

It was around the same time that Pierre realized the same. That christmas was special, with the both of you staying up in his old bedroom, talking into the early hours of Christmas day about your future, gentle kisses and touches, impassioned words and hopeful smiles secretly sealing your relationship forever.

On Christmas morning his niece had awoken the both of you, jumping on Pierre and kissing your cheek as a morning greeting.

His mum and dad had known you for nearly eleven years, and you were practically a part of the family by that time.

Pierre got you a pretty lily charm for one of your presents, adding to your collection, with another note - Je t'ai donné le nom de toutes les fleurs, alors maintenant je dois aussi t'appeler mon lys. je t'aime ma chère. joyeux Noël

Your parents had secretly been hoping the both of you would get together, and when you did, it had caused tremendous excitement.

You couldn't have been happier.

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(Smut)

Groaning softly, Pierre snapped his hips against yours again, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit, making you moan loudly underneath him.

It was your anniversary, and Pierre had whisked you away to Normandy for a romantic weekend. It had been wine, slow dancing, disney movies and sex all weekend, the cycle of happiness drawing you in fully.

On your last night, you had made dinner, with candles, flowers, jazz music, a bottle of pinot noir to complete your night.

One touch had led to another, and another, and the both of you had ended up in the bed, hot lips on hot skin, and after making you cum twice, he had proceeded to make love to you.

Looking deep into your eyes, a hand cupping your cheek softly, before reaching down to intertwine your hands, he continued to snap his hips into you, moaning when you clenched down on him, enclosing him within your warm walls.

"Je t'aime" he whispered, watching as your eyes rolled back when his cock hit that spot deep within, your broken moan of "i love you too" fuelling him, letting one hand rest on your hip, the other still holding yours.

"fuck pierre, right there" you moaned, when he rammed the tip of his cock in the spot that made you feel euphoric repeatedly.

"you look so gorgeous mon coeur" he mumbled, leaning down to bite your neck, softly sucking a hickey onto your neck.

"not as gorgeous as you my love" was your reply, earning a small smile from him, his eyes closing as his orgasm closed in on him, increasing his pace, making your body move along due to the force of his thrusts.

"fuck ma belle, you feel so good oh-" with a groan he released his load into you, leaning down to rub and draw small circles on your clit to help you reach your high as well.

With a broken scream of "oh fuck pierre" you came as well, the feeling of his cum coating your walls making you feel euphoric.

Groaning at the sight of his cum in your pussy, he leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

"I love you ma vie" he mumbled.

The next morning before you left, you found a little red box on your side of the bed. With a small smile, you picked it up, to find a beautiful lavender charm, with a note again, that read - joyeux anniversaire mon amour. Je suis tellement reconnaissante de t'avoir dans ma vie. tu seras toujours ma fleur.

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You had forgotten to use a condom. That's why you were here, four pregnancy tests on your sink, all showing only one result - positive.

You were going to have a baby. You and Pierre were going to have a baby. The thought of it made you happy, sinking down to your knees, as tears of happiness flowed down your cheeks. But a few moments later, fear began to bloom in your tummy.

What if Pierre didn't want a baby? He was a young driver, wouldn't a baby tie him down?

The fear consumed you, and before you knew it you were gasping and sobbing on the floor, anxiety flooding your tummy.

So caught up in your anxiety, you didn't hear the door open, and Pierre walk into the bathroom. The sight of you sobbing on the floor, caught him off guard, and he sank down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

"Mon cherie, whats wrong? Tell me baby, i'm right here. It's all okay, everything's going to be okay" he said. Still crying, you reached for the four pregnancy tests and turned them around for him to see.

"You're pregnant?" The words were a soft whisper, making you sob harder as you nodded your head.

"mon amour c'est la meilleure nouvelle de tous les temps !! je vais être père !" He exclaimed, laughing and kissing your forehead.

"b-but, you're okay with that? Wont a baby hold you back?" You asked, looking into his eyes

"Mon ange, is that why you were crying? Don't be silly, i've always wanted to be a father, and to have a baby with you? A dream come true. Don't cry my love, i'm so happy" he said, pressing his lips to yours again.

"We're gonna be parents" you mumbled against his lips.

"We're going to be parents"

The next day, you found a box with a mini sunflower charm on your dressing table, with a note that read - nous allons avoir un bébé tournesol. je t'aime ma chere.

⑁✧✡︎♡

Bouncing your foot nervously, you squeezed Pierre's hand tightly. The doctor spread the cold gel onto your growing baby bump, making you shiver at the cold.

Squeezing your hand back, Pierre leaned down to kiss your forehead through his mask. Covid had made the both of you quite nervous for the baby's birth, so you were taking extra precautions. He had two weeks off, and you were nearing the date you could hear your baby's heartbeat.

Eyes locked on the monitor, the both of you watched for your baby. After moving around for a bit, a loud thump-thump-thump noise filled the room. "And that's your baby's heartbeat" the doctor said, smiling softly at the both of you. "I'll give you two a moment" she said, excusing herself from the room.

With tears running down your face, you turned to Pierre, "thats our baby, my love"

Pierre hadn't said a word, mouth open in shock, eyes glossy.

"I love them already"

A few days after the appointment, Pierre sent you a little rose charm with a note that read - mère et le bébé doivent correspondre.

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Nearly 17 hours after being in labour, you had given birth to a beautiful baby girl - Isabel Charlotte Gasly,

She had her dad's eyes and hair, her mother's nose and lips, and she had already won your whole heart. Pierre had been wrapped around her little finger the moment her loud cries had filled the delivery room.

After your parents, his parents the nurses and doctors had left to give you some time alone, Pierre had wrapped his arm around both his girls, the both of you looking at the baby angel in your arms in awe.

"We made that" you whispered.

"She's beautiful" Pierre replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You did such a good job mon amour, even though you nearly broke my hand"

"Hey! That was very difficult" you said, kissing his cheek. "I know my love, im very proud of you. Can we have another one?" He asked, making you snort.

"Sure, if you're the one pushing the baby out"

The next day, there was a mini lily charm on your hospital table with a note that read - isabel devrait avoir les mêmes charmes que sa belle mère, alors un jour, vous pourrez les porter ensemble. je t'aime ma chère. merci de m'avoir donné une famille.

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Isabel had won every single person in Alpha Tauri's heart. They all spoiled the little girl, sending presents with Pierre, Pyry regularly spoiling her.

Pierre had asked you to bring Isabel to the French GP when she was nearly nine months old.

You had dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, with a little jacket Pierre had got her, that had Gasly 10 on the back of it. You had also made her wear the little sunflower charm on a bracelet.

Yuki had greeted you at the hospitality, because Pierre was in a meeting, with a little present for your baby girl. It was a little stuffed toy that had a chain with isabel's name in japanese.

You nearly cried, giving Yuki a hug, and letting him hold isabel for a while.

Pierre eventually came by, engulfing the both of you in a hug, chatting to Yuki for a while with his princess in his arms.

After a while, you left, the three of you, your happy little family.

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Three years later, you smiled down at the matching charm bracelets you and Isabel were wearing, as Pierre lifted the WDC trophy into the air, pointing at you, isabel and your baby bump as he did.

Three was going to become four, and Isabel had all the flower charms you did. She was going to be a big sister to a little brother. You had risen to be the topmost lawyer at the firm. Life was good.

Yes, Pierre had taken a while to tell you he loved you. But as he smiled at you, his heart swelled with love and pride. He was home. You, you were his home.

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A/N - this idea came to me in a dream. hope you like it : )) feedback is always appreciated!! reminder, these events are fictitious, but hopefully we'll see pierre win one day. thank you for reading. 🤍

[petite-madame]

Hi Petite-Madame! I've been following your art for many years now. I loooove it. I've written to you before. I was wondering if, by any chance, you've seen The Witcher on Netflix? And if Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel, Lambert and the others inspire you a bit, for future art maybe? Just wanted to know. :) Take care!

Hi ^^

Thank you for enjoying my art so much and for taking the time to contact me, it's very kind of you 🥰

I've written to you before.

I hope I answered. I have so many messages that seem to be eaten by Tumblr that I'm always 😳😳😳 when people tell me they sent me a message and that I didn't answer.

I was wondering if, by any chance, you've seen The Witcher on Netflix?

I did! I really enjoyed it. To be honest, I preferred Season 1 to Season 2 for some reason but still, I'm looking forward to Season 3.

And if Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel, Lambert and the others inspire you a bit, for future art maybe?

I'm very inspired by Jaskier and Geralt but the trouble I have at the moment is time. I don't have the time and it's driving me nuts. 😞 There's always something coming up. Not to mention that I signed up for a Steve/Tony zine, I'd like to work at last on my series about Peter Parker, draw some Moon Knight too, so it doesn't leave a lot of space for the rest. You see, for instance, I wanted to draw at least a couple of artworks inspired by Our Flag Means Death but...I'm super busy! Anyway, I wish I had some room for The Witcher art, particularly to draw Jaskier in super fancy clothes because he's that extra. 💕

I hope I answered your questions! Have a great day ♥

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Lessons Learned

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Request: Loki fic where he’s teaching the reader how to fight and they end up with like a hot n heavy make out sesh? 😏 ((Loki + fighting + steamy?? 😍)) - @hellotvshowtrash

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: None that I can think of. Unless you count bad training scene writing 😅

Author’s Note: I'm killing to birds with one stone on this one. A request and a Monthly prompt challenge that I am once again coming in at the last second with this fic just because I couldn't decide what to do with anything this month. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one! The prompt is of course in bold and is for @hellotvshowtrash 's #JuneMCUPromptChallenge

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥

The sound of rattan sticks hitting each other filled the air. While each hit didn't hold a lot of power behind them, the two children that wield them tried their best to subdue the other in this practice match. For whoever one this challenge would be declared the superior friend.

Y/N swung, nearly missing Loki's head as he turned to swing his own. He attempted to sweep her feet to knock her down, but he only managed to hit her ankle in the process. It caused her to wince slightly, as she kept her balance before bringing the other end of the stick up, hitting him just under the jaw.

Loki stepped back, an amused smirk on his face. "You're getting better."

Not wasting a second, Y/N swung once more ending with Loki blocking her hit. "I have been practicing." She said in between hits. "Or you are simply weakening."

It had been a joke to Y/N, but the words had stung Loki in a way that he didn't show her. With one more swipe at her feet, he attempted to knock her down. Y/N jumped to avoid her ankles being hit once more. This gave Loki the opportunity to use his magic to make her trip as she landed.

Just as intended, Y/N hadn't landed on her feet, causing her to fall back, successfully dropping her stick. She landed on her butt with a thud. Once she realized what happened, she looked up at Loki.

"No fair, I thought we agreed to you not using magic." It was the terms they had agreed on before they began their match. But seeing as Loki had gone against what they agreed upon, she was shocked and slightly hurt.

Loki took a few steps towards her. "My father once said that we have to prepare for what our enemies might do. Even our friends are capable of changing things up."

"The Allfather has a point." She said before winging her legs out, successfully knocking Loki over.

The moment he fell to the ground, they both began laughing. It echoed within the walls that surrounded them. The two enjoyed any and all time together. Y/N had been surprised that Loki offered to spar with her. Usually it had been Thor that had been willing to, but the other Prince had been off elsewhere, forgetting about their scheduled practice.

Y/N had been glad that Loki had stepped in. She had been growing used to Thor and the others moves and it was becoming easier to predict them. The only two that seemed to change things up was Loki and even Lady Sif. They gave her the challenge she usually sought after.

"If I am to be one of the greatest Shield Maidens Asgard has ever seen, I suppose I would need to know of these tricks of yours." She said the moment they stopped laughing.

"If that is your intention, Lady Y/N," The new voice that entered the room had startled the two, causing them to quickly stand. Out of instinct, Y/N bowed her head quickly as the Allfather came to a stop before them. "You should be out training with the other warriors-to-be."

"Yes, your majesty." She quickly nodded her head before picking up her stick and quickly leaving the room.

Odin had watched as she had before looking back towards Loki. "You've taught her a valuable lesson. Preparing for anything will ensure she is ready when the time comes. For now it is time for your lessons with Thor."

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Over the years Y/N and Loki continued their sparring matches. And each one had been unique in their own way. The Prince and the warrior had both grown in ways that one could not simply have managed without the other. And as the years went by, they both had developed feelings that they kept hidden from the other.

For they both believed that if those feelings were ever said out loud that the dynamic between the two would change. That either one of them would no longer wish to continue being around the other. Instead, they kept it to themselves for the time being. Of course, that didn't mean they didn't let things slip every once in a while.

Y/N walked into the training room with her sword ready for training. There was a look of annoyance on her face as she made her way towards the center of the room where Loki had been waiting.

The look hadn't gone unnoticed by him. It actually had caused his eyebrow to raise as she approached him. There wasn't the usual banter or even the simplicity of asking how their days were going. It seemed that Y/N was ready to jump right into the match.

"It seems we're jumping right into things." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders before he manifested his scepter in his hand.

"Yes," Y/N said as she lifted her sword. "I have a few things I need to work out and talking isn't going to help."

"Then let's begin." He said with a nod of his head.

The moment the words had left his mouth, Y/N was on him. Her sword met his scepter instantly. Every turn and every hit had been blocked by the other. May it have been because of whatever had Y/N so worked up, Loki had been able to figure out each maneuver she attempted the second she tried. It made him wonder if she had ever gone into battle with her mind clouded as it was. And if he was being honest with himself, the thought alone scared him in ways he never believed possible.

When their weapons collided once more, Loki used the opportunity to push Y/N back far enough to cause her to stumble. "Whatever it is that has your mind clouded is making it rather easy to pick up on what you intend on doing."

Y/N took that moment to catch her breath. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Part of Y/N did want to talk about it. But the other part knew better. It knew that she had no right to feel the way she currently was. She had made no move to let Loki know her feelings and after last night's feast, she knew that she shouldn't have this pang of hurt or even jealousy in her heart. And yet she did. She felt hurt from the way Loki had spent most of his time with another woman.

The man that normally did not allow another to place a hand on him had a woman by his side, her arms wrapped around him for most of the night. The sight itself had hurt. But as the hours had progressed and when she saw the woman the next morning, still in the same clothing from the night before had made the jealousy appear.

"Then put your emotions towards your fighting." Loki tried to hopefully get her to open up. He had never once seen her so closed off as she had been right now. "Whatever or whoever it is that you are dealing with, it can be put into your fighting without putting you in harm's way."

She listened to his words before nodding her head. "Alright."

Loki nodded his head in agreement before he braced himself for whatever it was that Y/N might throw at him. Once they began sparring again, Y/N tried her hardest to let the emotions she felt cloud her mind. At first, she hadn't let them go. She tried to work around them while fighting with Loki. But after a few more moments, she let them go. And when she did, it was Loki that was beginning to struggle to keep up.

At one point they both had lost their weapons and began hand to hand. Some punches had been blocked while others had met their target. The whole time Loki hadn't been able to predict anything. The emotions that filled Y/N had been enough to even make Loki stagger back a few times. And as Y/N crouched and swiped her legs, Loki fell to the ground instantly.

A smirk pulled at Y/N's lips as she watched as he didn't get up for a minute. He stayed on the ground trying to catch his breath. It caused Y/N's eyebrow to raise as she stepped closer to him while keeping an eye out for anything he could potentially do.

"I've waited a long time for this." Her smirk still plastered on her face as she looked down at him. "How does it feel to finally be bested by me?"

A small chuckle passed Loki's lips as he looked up at her. "Only because you needed an outlet. Otherwise, I doubt you'd been able to."

"You said I should channel it." She said as she reached down and offered her hand. "So I did."

Y/N should have known better. She should have known that this may have not been the end of the match. That there was a possibility that Loki could have one final attempt up his sleeve. And he did. The very second Loki had a hold of her hand, he had her flipped on her back with him hovering over her, keeping her pinned down.

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up at him. "I should have known."

Loki chuckled and nodded his head. "For as many times as I've warned you, I don't think you've fully grasped the lesson."

"One day I might actually learn it." She chuckled as she maneuvered out of Loki's hold, causing him to land on his back with her staddling him. "But until then, I'll just use it to my advantage."

"Using it to your advantage only gets so far." He said before moving against her hold had her underneath him once more. "You seem to at least be in a better mood. Would you like to talk about it?"

She looked up at him and shook her head. "Not in the slightest. Some things are better left unsaid."

"Says the woman that has never normally left things unsaid when she is upset." He noted. He watched as her brows furrowed for a moment before they relaxed. He watched as she debated on answering him. He watched as the wheels seemed to turn in her head. At least that was until she had leaned up and brought her lips to his.

It had caught him off guard that it had taken him longer to react than necessary. Of course, by then, Y/N had felt she had overstepped her boundaries and pulled away from him, before attempting to pull herself out of his hold. But he stopped her and made her look towards him. Their eyes met for a moment, a silent understanding between the two of them before their lips crashed together.

When they pulled away from each other a moment later, a smirk pulled at both of their lips. "I think you've learned the lesson of expressing yourself."

Y/N rolled her eyes at his words and pushed Loki away from her. "Lesson learned."

[lovesanmotion]

Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - Choi Jongho

summary: in which jongho reaches the age of adulthood and gets the "the talk" from his father and his friends dragging him to a strip club. but all he wants to do is sit in the library and admire his librarian!reader crush | A gift from me to you for my 800 follower milestone! ♥

wc: 2.6k

Taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

Jongho quietly walked into the dining room where his father sat on the head of the table, reading the daily paper while his freshly brewed coffee laid on the table in front of him. His mother swooped behind him and placed his favorite breakfast for him, placing a kiss on top of his head.

"Jongho," His father called, lifting his head up from the papers to look at his son, sitting on the left side of the table. "I think its time I should tell you about...the birds and the bees, in and out, afternoon delight, feeding the kitty" His father seemed to continue to drag on with his euphemisms but the look his mother was giving him made him stop. Clearing his throat after.

"Do you like a girl in your campus? Anyone?" His father asked. And then, Jongho's mind drifted to you. You were a year older than him, nineteen and already working as an assistant librarian in his school's library. Jongho found you extremely pretty and kind and out of nowhere, he just finds himself always in the library. Not in it for the books, but there for you.

"Jongho" He snapped out of his thoughts and jumped a little at the close proximity between him and his father. "Have you ever seen tits?" His father asked him.

"Tits?" Jongho asked a little loudly, his father placed a finger between his lips, hushing him.

"Yes son, tits" His father clarified, placing his hands on his chest. Jongho stared at his father while slowly shaking his head, shoving a piece of bacon inside his mouth.

"Have you even held hands with a girl?" His father asked. Innocently, Jongho shook his head.

Breakfast was a little awkward for him, having to process his brain at every sexual joke his parents exchanged made him cringe or almost spit his coffee out. Quietly, he escaped the kitchen before things get even weirder, making his way to his bedroom. Taking a sip on his cold americano while looking outside of his window, Jongho thought it was a good day to come out and visit the library, pretend that he needs a book for whatever subject he could think of just because he wants an excuse to see his crush today. He'd die if he didn't get to see you today.

As he finished dressing up and getting ready, he did not expect to see the whole gang lounging in the living room as if they live in his house too.

"What's the occassion?" He suddenly asked, finishing his americano.

"No reason. We just missed you after how many times you've bailed on us." Wooyoung says, smiling as he pinches Jongho in his cheek. Swatting his hand away, he turns to look at Yeosang for an explanation. Raising his hands, Yeosang raises his eyebrows at him. "Was told to get dressed and get ready". Jongho then turns to look at Hongjoong.

"We get it you like y/n, that assistant librarian in our school...but spend time with us would you? We gathered all the way for you" He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"And we even thought of bringing you somewhere special" San starts, grinning at him. Jongho knowing too well what that look meant, slowly started to back away.

"Let's goooo!" San smiles, immediately placing an arm around the younger one and dragging him away. "We'll bring him home in one piece, Mr Choi!" San smiles at his father, the kind of smile that guys flashes when courting their daughter before taking him outside. "Spend some time with us, Jongho. Don't you miss us?" San turns to face Jongho with a pout.

"Well, I do miss you all" Jongho starts, but a hand clasped on his shoulder. "That's the spirit! Don't fret, we'll take good care of our little baby." San says, mimicking how Wooyoung pinches his cheeks earlier. Jongho, looking at him stone faced, proceeds to enter the car instead.

Though he did have fun going around the city with the boys, visiting museums while Wooyoung sips on his drink loudly, disturbing the peace and how Yeosang ordered a bucket of chicken for himself he had a great time. It was nearing midnight and he had his back resting on the seat when Yunho, sitting behind the wheel spoke up.

"On to our favorite destination!" He grins, fixing the mirror and particularly looking at Jongho in the backseat. Jongho thought Yunho meant driving them towards their favorite ice cream parlor, but to his surprise, it was a strip club. The maroon neon lights lit up and the words "Treasure Cove Island" lit bright outside.

As the boys slowly make their way up the stairs, Jongho purposely slowed his steps and slowly backed away but was stopped when he hits his face on San's toned chest. "Think I wouldn't catch you, would ya?" San smiles, placing an arm around Jongho, dragging him instead.

As they entered, the place was dark but packed with people. Blue and purple neon lights lit up the room and the placed smelled of alcohol, cigarette and perfumes mixed together. Jongho's eyes widened at the sight of women barely clothed performed around men, noticing tons of cash being thrown on the floor, slipping their hands inside their underwears or bras and leaving with a smack.

"We did tell you that we'd take care of you" San says, going over to where they would usually table at. "Try this" He says, taking a shot glass from the waiter and then handing it to Jongho. "And then get some of this later" Jongho watched as San placed his hands in front of him and bucked his hips twice. As he leaves, San smacked Jongho's left cheek, disappearing into the crowd.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jongho took the shot glass in one swing, tasting the vodka in his lips. He places the empty shot glass onto the table before taking a seat next to Wooyoung.

"Where are the others?" He asks. Wooyoung, taking popping their bottle of soju and vodka open, mixing the two together before pouring drinks. "San is with Sunshine" Jongho's eyebrows furrowed. "Who's Sunshine?"

Wooyoung lifted his head up, using his head to point at a certain direction. "That's Sunshine" following the direction to where he is looking, Jongho saw San carrying a petite busty woman by the back of her thighs, ravaging her neck and the woman opening her mouth wider.

"Sunshine took a liking for San." Wooyoung laughs, "But you know how San is," Wooyoung takes a lime, sipping it. "always doing it to satiate his dick." As Wooyoung placed the lime down on the table, he looked up once more and used his head to point at another direction. "There's Hongjoong and some girl called....Fellony? Fallony? Whatever the fuck she calls herself, I don't know" It was Hongjoong pinning a girl by the wall, lifting her arms up and placing them on top of her head as they make out in the corner of the room.

Jongho was about to take a shot of Wooyoung's mix but was stopped when a pair of twin girls walked to their table.

"Yunho! Mingi! So glad to see you guys again!" One girl spoke, smiling at the two towers. "I see you've brought a new face with you" The other spoke, the girl who stood next to Jongho.

"That's our friend Jongho. It's his first time here." Yunho explained, holding a bottle of beer. The twins turned to face Jongho with a smile. "Hi I'm Dehlia!" "Hi I'm Dahlia!" Jonghoo smiled and waved his hand at the twins. Dehlia had a shorter her, one that stopped on her shoulders while Dahlia had a longer hair.

"Excuse us will you now" Mingi says, getting up from his seat, going out followed by Yunho. "Have fun babies!" Mingi called, placing an arm around Dehlia before leaving. Followed by Yunho who brought Dahlia closer to him, following Mingi.

Now it was just Yeosang, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and him left in their table. Jongho poured himself another mix. "Don't you guys have girls waiting for you?" He asked the group. Yeosang shook his head, making an X cross with his arms.

"Someone's gotta drive us home. That's me." Seonghwa says, taking his first shot. But Wooyoung smiled at Jongho and got up from his seat. "Glad you asked. Gotta go find my sweet Rose." Wooyoung says, getting out of their booth while mumbling "god knows how much she misses my fat cock shoved between her tits"

Now it was just the three of them alone in their booth. Seonghwa is what the group needed to drive them back hom and Yeosang volunteered to accompany the older one. As the three of them talked in their booth, a voice spoke up.

"Do you guys want any more beer? It's on the house!"

Jongho was about to volunteer, not wanting to pass the opportunity of a free drink when his eyebrows suddenly furrowed and then suddenly his eyes widened.

In front of him was you, wearing a bunny costume along with fuzzy bunny ear headband. As Jongho looked at you, it was your turn to look at him with wide eyes.

"Jongho! "Y/N!"

Jongho's face slowly heated up and turned red. He never expected that the kind and book worm y/n would be in a place like this, showing the top of her breasts and baring her legs, serving drinks in a strip club.

"I-I-I would...love to!" Jongho says, immediately standing up and getting a bottle from the tray. As Jongho stood closer to you, his eyes mischievously darted down and stared at the top of your perky breasts. His breath hitched and immediately he sat back down, you quickly leaving their table.

"What was that?" Yeosang immediately asked, his eyes wide as he turns to Seonghwa and Jongho. Laughing while clapping his hands. "Who knew our librarian would be caught in a place like this." Yeosang continues to laugh, sinking in his seat while covering his face in his hands.

As Yeosang and Seonghwa talked and laughed, Jongho became quiet. He couldn't get you out of his head. The sight of your perky breasts, thick milky complexion thighs and small waist got him quiet in his seat, taking his last shot, he stood up and walked around in search for you.

"Should we follow him?" Yeosang asks. As Seonghwa places his bottle of beer down, he shook his head. "Let's leave him be. He's probably looking for y/n."

Jongho squeezed his way through the ocean of people dancing and grinding on one another. He swore that he saw Wooyoung sunk down on the leather seat, lazily making out with a woman (who he figures is probably Rose) sitting on top of his lap. His hands placed on her cheeks. As Jongho walked around the club, the sight of more erotic things unravelled to him. He had his head turned in a different direction, until he bumped into a smaller body.

"Oh god. Shit. I'm sorry." Jongho says, helping the woman get up by holding her in her forearm.

"No no, its my fault. I wasn't looking."

As the woman got up, it was y/n. Jongho gulped as he stared at y/n once more. It felt like time stopped for him as he stared into y/n's eyes, feeling that this moment could go in two ways. One, he could confess right here, right now. Or two, forget about this, be awkward and go back to square one. But it was thanks to the alcohol that made Jongho move.

He bent down, placing his lips on yours. Closing his eyes, he savored the taste of your lips on his, not caring how your red lipstick would leave stains on his. "I should've been more open" He starts to say as he slowly pulled away from the kiss. "I like you, y/n" He says, staring straight into your eyes.

You shook your head. "Kiss me if you mean it" and once more, your lips collided together like two planets becoming one. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he snaked his arms around your frame, bringing you closer to him. Tilting his head to the other side to deepen the kiss, pushing and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to taste every cavern and crevice and gently suck on your soft muscle with his mouth. As Jongho pulled away from the kiss once more, he took your wrist and dragged you towards to the private rooms of the club at the back. It was more quiet, hearing the bass of the song blaring from downstairs and the muffled moans and groans from people inside the private rooms. Jongho opened a door in the right, seeing as it was unoccupied, brought you inside with him.

As Jongho turned to face you, slowly he removed your clothing one by one. Starting from your headband and down to your heels, letting the clothes lay down on the floor that would be joined by his after. Laying you down on the bed, Jongho placed his hands on your legs, gently running them up and down before stopping his hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart.

"Think of me as a book you've been dying to read, Jongho." You spoke softly, eyeing him as he eyes your pink pussy. Leaning forward and with the support of his elbows, Jongho stuck his tongue out and licked your clit with a hum. Squirming, Jongho continued to lick your clit while his hands roamed up and down your waist and ass cheeks. He decided to slip a finger inside your entrance, earning a moan from you. "Are you okay, y/n?" He asks innocently as he looks up at you. You smiled and nodded your head while breathing raggedly. "I'm okay! I'm good!"

As if on cue, Jongho started to push his finger in and out of you while sticking his tongue out once more, slipping between your pussy lips to lick your juices. One finger became two then became three, Jongho's fingers stretched your pussy until they couldn't hold anymore and his fingers were replaced by his cock.

You could feel his cock squish against your pussy walls, a thread of groans and curses escaping his lips as he continues to pound into your thight hole. "Fuck, fuck fuck, you're so fucking tight, y/n." He growled, hands gripping on your thighs as he continues to drills his cock into your pink pussy. "You're so fucking great, y/n. Look at your pretty little pussy eat my cock!" He grins "Eat my cock" he repeated. Jongho started to move faster now, pounding hard as his balls starts to clap into your clit with each powerful thrust. Your mouth occupied with his. Faster and faster as Jongho goes, pulling his cock almost completely out before slamming it back into your soaking wet pussy. Not stopping until your body shakes and shudders, your pussy squeezing down on his cock. Jongho lets out a loud growl as he continues to keep thrusting into you, getting slicker with every thrust and soon, a foreign feeling came over you, clouding in your lower abdomen.

"S-so close....gonna cum..." you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes at the wave of pleasure he sends through you.

"Fuck" He hisses, slamming into you harder. "I wanna be inside you forever....can't wait to see you pregnant.." Jongho pants, pounding into you harder and faster.

"CUMMING!" you cried aloud, wrapping your legs around his waist. Letting out a squeal, his body tenses up as his orgasm takes over his body. Drips of sticky white cum dripping out of your entrance.

After regaining his breath. You two let out a laugh. "You were so great!" you exclaimed to him. Jongho lays down on your top, rubbing and squishing his face on your breasts. "Good, cause I'm not yet done."

(gif is not mine! credits to the rightful owner!)

[asterekmess]

Hello, I just finished 'Kissing: The multitool they didn't tell you about' and I am in love with you and would kindly request your hand in marriage.

It was so refreshing and brilliant, the way you portrayed Stiles and Derek and their relationship, the fic felt so honest and good and still so emotional without being angsty? I was perfectly able to understand both characters and support both characters decisions, Derek's emotions and confusion weren't signs of him 'needing to get his head out of his ass' like in so many other works and I just. I loved it so much!

I can't even put into words the emotional state this work put me into. I feel flayed open but in a gentle way, like someone swaddled me in a blanket after a good cry and kissed my forehead. I feel taken care of and seen and just.... Urgh. Marry me please

I think the emotion I am looking for is raw. I feel raw after reading Kissing, a multitool. Like when someone you love looks at you for just too long and you feel vulnerable and seen and raw. It's a good feeling but I also need to go lie down for a bit and be emotional, like just allow this feeling to spread through me and consume me for a while.

Please, please write more! Just putting those together for clarity's sake.

First off:

I got the email abt your message and literally only read the first line before I had to go to bed, but I was giddy, I tell you.

Second: My husband says he will gladly fight you for my hand. XD Feel free to meet him behind the Applebee's at 3am and duel for the opportunity to marry me.

and Third: I am so incredibly glad to hear that you liked Kissing: so much. I had a lot of fun with it, with getting to make them both vulnerable while trying to leave them in character, and getting to explore Derek's perception and headspace a bit. I don't use his pov as often as I should. XD Don't worry about needing to lie down; I wrote it while laying down, so you're valid.

And while I don’t have plans to write more in that specific universe, I promise you that I am absolutely writing more in general, with lots of fun emotional scenes for both of our boys. ^_^

Thank you for such a sweet set of messages to wake up to in the morning, you've brightened my day before it even started. ♥

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 13

He'll show you it was worth it.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, minor angst, he's in love ew [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1.1k words

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You arrive about half an hour later, and you can't help but sit up straighter as Jungkook pulls up into the driveway of the Airbnb he's rented.

Up until now you've not seen any pictures of it at all- Jungkook being adamant on making sure that you don't ruin the surprise along the way, distracting you whenever you'd bring up the topic at all. So to say that the surprise definitely landed would be an understatement, as you look at the small but very fancy looking house he's currently parking the car at.

A lady walks out, flowery print on her dress while she smiles happily, visibly excited as you and Jungkook exit the car. "Oh you must be the young couple-" She beams, walking towards you with a bit of a limp- probably from old age catching up to her. He gives Jungkook and you a hug before she leans back, looking you up and down. "Well, you weren't lying when you said your girl is pretty!" She compliments, and you have the urge to hide behind your boyfriend for a good moment- only saved by said man taking over quickly, telling Maria to go inside as you both take your stuff with you.

Of course he argues as you want to take your bag- taking it himself instead, absolutely not admitting to any form of struggle at all.

"So! I stocked up the fridge, there's wine too- and I baked something small, just because I had the time left over." She giggles, as Jungkook sets the bags down near the front door for now, walking up to the elderly woman that's standing in the middle of the large interior. "Oh, and I asked my husband about the carpet, and he told me to tell you not to worry about it-" She says a bit more serious. "-Apparently you can just wash these kinds of stains out, no worries there." She winks towards Jungkook, who nods, hoping you don't hear the hidden implications of that statement-

though the glare you send him makes it clear that you do.

"So! I reckon you have the general layout still in mind- treat it like your own home as long as you here." She offers with a gentle hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Go wild, you're only young once! Ah, and before I forget-" She perks up, before she pulls Jungkook away to whisper something into his ear- something apparently very important, because he looks oddly serious as he nods towards her, the woman patting his back in encouragement of something you're not sure of.

You're busy exploring the holiday home for a good moment, when Jungkook brings the last of your luggage into the bedroom, balcony door opened as you stand on it to look outside. "So? Do you like it?" He asks, standing behind you now, warm body pressed against your back while his chin leans on your shoulder.

"It's.. Jungkook this must've been so fucking expensive, what the hell?" You worry. "And also there's so many towels in the bathroom-" You begin, making him laugh.

"Oh yeah, I told maria you're kinda messy- and since I'm planning on catching up to my highscore while we're here you'll definitely need them-" He begins, making you turn around and smack his pecks- hard. "Ow!" He whines playfully, pouting at you.

"What do you mean, you told Maria about our sex life?!" You complain, and he shrugs.

"Hey I'm pretty proud of our-" He begins, but your glare shuts him up. "Listen, I didn't know if there was like.. a cleaning fine if we mess up stuff too much. And I wanna love you a lot while we're here, so I wanted to make sure I thought of everything!" He explains himself, and you just run a hand over your face. Well, what did you expect anyways?

This is Jungkook, after all. This man coded a full on sex-diary app just for the two of you.

"You know I've been wondering.." You say, leaning your arms over his shoulders, back pressed against the edge of the balcony as he leans in closer, gaze hooded now. "...what spot are you in right now?" You ask, and his face immediately morphs, eyes sharp as his tongue presses into the inside of his cheek.

"..maybe third." He mumbles, before he pulls you back inside by your waist sitting on the edge of the soft bed with you on his lap, eyes hungry while his hands travel beneath your shirt. "But I'll sure be first again once this trip has finished." He tells you like a decision made, no arguments allowed.

"You sure about that?" You wonder, pushing him against his chest until he's left laying on the mattress below, your hands pressed into the softness.

"Absolutely." He says, before pulling your face towards him, licking up all remnants of your strawberry lipbalm and sweet icecream treat you had earlier before arriving. Your hips grind on him without any shame, sounds that escape him singing of his own growing arousal as he lets his fingers dip between the fabric of your pants and your skin. They know exactly where they want to go, moving around until he's got a full hold of your ass, only removing his palms from beneath your jeans to slap back down with open palms.

You move to throw your shirt over your head- his fingers eager to unhook your bra for you, when he sees them.

His movements stutter a bit, face showing utter devastation as his round eyes find yours with worry. "You changed them." He says out of breath, quietly, and you look down at your chest, noticing that yes- you did change the jewelry.

"Oh.. yeah." You admit, making his hands gently hold your tits just to run his thumb over the two little wings on each side of your nipples. They're cute- very fitting, and he wonders where you bought them. But they're also not the little silver hearts you both always wear ever since your second big date.

"...I'll make you love me again." He promises, pulling you down again to kiss you, before he rolls you both over, pressing eager kisses to your neck.

"I still love you-" You argue with a giggle, removing his shirt to be met with the familiar metal jewelry you used to wear as well before you changed them out of pettiness.

"Then I'll make you love me the same as you did before I was a jerk." He urges, pushing you up on the bed a little to properly climb on it, knees dipping down into the soft bedding below you.

"I do that too!" You laugh, and he playfully bites at your collarbone, before looking at you with a gaze made of thousands of lifetimes worth of affection.

"Then I'll make you love me even more." He offers, while you hold his cheeks in your palms, equally as struck by cupid's arrow.

"Impossible.." You say, pulling him closer. "But you're welcome to try."

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Jungkook: Clingy 🔞 [Part 8]

In which Jungkook learns that relying on someone doesn't mean failure on his part.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Otter hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jungkooks self-demeaning thoughts, insecurities, comfort from mc, fluff

Chapter Length: short

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"Jungkook, I could've helped you out way earlier." You say gently, sitting next to him as he sighs with his face in his hands. Your palm is running over his back, and its supposed to soothe, but all it does is make him feel horribly guilty.

He's the man in this relationship. He should be the leading role, the protector, the one who's helping you and not the other way around.

Instead, he's now about to be evicted from his way too expensive apartment, having shamefully admitted to you that he's going to need a place to stay soon.

Quitting his job maybe meant freedom for a short while, but it also meant no income, and by now, he feels utterly lost. He's got no work experience, nothing he wants to do. There is nothing he believes he's good at. He never planned for anything past his old occupation. Now he just feels lost.

"Well, no use in crying over spilled milk!" You suddenly say, jumping up and grabbing your comfort plush- a new one he's not seen you carry around before.

"What?" He wonders, no tension or motivation in his body at all.

"You said they're gonna be there end of the week. So let's go pack then!" You say, determined.

"But- I-" He stammers, unsure. He doesn't really like the idea of you helping him. Not that he doesn't want you in his apartment, but he doesn't want you to feel like you have to clean up the mess he made all by himself.

"If you don't wanna live in my tiny apartment long term that's cool, we can search for something once you've found a new job. Until then, I'm gonna make some space in my closet for you, no problem!" You simply squeak, putting on your boots, before you bring him his own shoes

"How can you be so calm about this?" He asks, genuinely confused as he looks at you with his ears all droopy and upset. "I've failed as a mate. As a boyfriend." He tells you.

"You didn't, kookie. Not at all." You say, climbing into his lap to hug him, before you nuzzle against his cheek. "You were simply being silly. Asking for help isn't weak or bad, it's totally okay. But you're still learning that." You explain.

He feels like crying. You're too sweet for him.

"I shouldn't have to learn it. I'm an adult. I should know all of this- but then the first rent failed, and then the second, and suddenly I was behind so much and-" he rambles, while you're holding onto him.

"It all became too much?" You finish for him, and he nods into your shoulder, quietly holding onto you as well. "Thats okay. It happened, and now we're gonna work with what we have." You reassure him.

"But I've got nothing." He complains.

"You've got me?" You squeak almost offended, looking at him. "You can rely on me, Jungkook. You don't have to do things solely yourself to claim the reward of the success later on."

His hands can't help but find the sides of your face, knuckles gently running over your soft skin, before he leans in for a kiss.

"I love you." He whispers, almost with no voice at all.

But you hear him, loud and clear.