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#yes i could very well just bloody forget about it and move on but i dont feel like it#it was a post i saw ages ago one of those random things that comes back to irritate you#oh look 3:36 and i still havent started that bloody essay#i mean all im doing is vauging which is perfectly find im not bothering the person who posted it or anything#like i was but im not now cause i made a fake apology then felt bad about nit sticking with it when i got a reply#wtf#i mean i do think im better off not doing that now cause it was sort of rubbish#now if i just completely forgot about all of this and went and got an actual life how much better#it wasnt about this specific thing btw just like general boredom and stuff obviously im not sending hate over something this petty#i mean it actually started with a reply to an anon ask i sent where i made an effort to be polite even though i already found those opinion#really annoying and thr reply was slightly rude so i was ruder back and then sent an even ruder one#then a couple of months later i was bored and for some reason i really dont know decided the best entertainment was sending random asks the#anyway another update its 3:43 and i still havent started that essay#not doing it the first time is why ive got to redo it#i applied for am extension cause i had 2 same day and i couldnt make myselflike i lyed and said mental health issues only dont actually kno#if i really was lying and just lazy or if i actually had mental health issues then during thd extension i got really bad toothache and coul#nt do anything not even sleep and it lasted for almost two days and i did one but i was too lazy and tired i couldnt eveb be bothered to#apply for special consideration even though i wouldve got it cause it meant getting a doctors note and its so much effort abd the waiting#lists are fucking ridiculous and i might not have got it and when i called about the toothache they said fuck off and see a dentist which#you have to pay for and also probably has a waiting list so i was just like fuck off ill just redo it even though it fucks some score or#other up i dont remember what it all means i better not bloody lose any money over this fucking hell#and my batterys only 4% now#i should get an award for how off topic can you get on a tumblr post#also how boring#and how much i repreat stuff
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hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:â) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.
but then itâs starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.
maybe one day sheâs doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :â)
feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.
Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! đ„°
Technical Difficulties
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.
Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!
Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh
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In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first⊠That you should first⊠What?
Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, waitâ are you supposed to try to contact support, first?
You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. Itâs too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy haloâ stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. Theyâre supposed to be helpful, but theyâre not; theyâre drowning you.
Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:
Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx
Shit. Youâd completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. Youâve got time to look over it; the exam isnât for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.
Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests youâd applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadnât sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:
Thanks for saying youâd look over this for me! Youâre the best at this stuff!
Ok, so: Taraâs practice question. Neroâs report. Your own practice questions. Then⊠dinner? Maybe that should come first. Youâd skipped lunchâ had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you donât wanna cook; cooking takes time, and youâve got none. None.
Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?
âHi,â you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, youâre opening up Taraâs attachment.
âAre you free tomorrow?â
Always straight to the point. âUh⊠yeah?â you frown as you read through your friendâs work. âWhy? What dâyou need?â
Sylus sighs through the phone. âThat was a test, sweetie. You failed.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. âAdd it to the list.â
The man doesnât find that funny. The phone is quietâ too quiet. âAre you alright?â he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.
âMmhmm.â
âReally?â
âYeah, Sylus.â
You stare down at your phone. Heâs waiting for more, but you wonât give it to him. Youâre one word away from slipping, and you canât let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. Heâs smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would âruinâ his image when you took it last week. Â
âI need to go, ok?â Your eyes are shining.
âOk,â he says softly.
Thereâs a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??
You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.
âŠ
You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your windowâs turned darkâ your laptop, tooâ and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. Thereâs more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.
You hadnât left any lights on in your flat. You hadnât switched on your lamp, either.
Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. Thereâs something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. Noâ two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.
Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.
Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.
At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. âYou flatter me, kitten,â he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.
You lower your gun, your heart still racing. âI could have killed you, Sylus!â
âThatâs the spirit.â His hands drop, too.
âHow did you even get in here?â
Heâs turned back to the stove, and heâs using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. âHmmâŠâ he muses, then blinkâ heâs gone. Heâs at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. âI wonder,â he finishes as he reaches around for something.
Show off. âYou know how I feel about you teleporâŠâ No. âPhasâŠâ No. âMagicâŠkingâŠ?â By now heâs watching you over his shoulder. âYou knowâ that thing you do.â Youâre twinkling your fingers. âWhat do you even call that?â
âMagicking, yeah.â
You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where heâs cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. Youâre still coming to terms with the fact heâs even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because heâs wearing your apron. Itâs too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.
âYou know how I feel about you magicking into my home,â you mutter distractedly, because actually? Heâs kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. âUse the door like a regular person, you psychopath.â Â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think heâs toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesnât, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. âMephisto saw you were sleeping. I didnât wish to disturb you. You sounded⊠tired. On the phone.â
Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. âIs that why youâre here? Playing housewife?â You pick at a frill on the apron.
âPoke fun all you want,â he sneers. âThis shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.â
âSnob.â
âHa.â You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. âWatch yourself, sweetie. Iâll remember that the next time you ask to âborrowâ my card.â
You laugh gently. Now thatâs a threat. Youâre about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and youâre back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. Heâs been texting you, too.
Neroâs yelling at me
Wants to talk to U
Can U pick up? Pls?
Itâs one report, for godsâ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but itâs probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; youâll just send it as it is. âIâll just be a minute, Sy,â you call out. âNeed to finish one thing.â
He mumbles something in response, and you imagine itâs for the best you canât hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be⊠here. You attach it. Hit send.
Nothing happens.
Huh. You hit send again. Then againâ still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. âOh, come on,â you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.
With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.
âNo, no, no, no,â you plead quietly, but it doesnât cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. âWhat?â you hiss.
âWhoa. HiâŠ?â Xavierâs voice is cautious. âI donât know if you saw my texts, but Neroââ
âThe report, Xavier! I know! I know!â You try holding down your laptopâs power button. âIâm trying to send it, but my shitty computer wonâtââ
âNo way!â Taraâs voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? âHey you! Did you get a chance toââ
âNo, ok?!â you practically cry out. âNo! Can you two just back off? Please!â
âOh, sorry, IâŠâ Tara sounds upset, then distracted. âWait, Xavier wants to speak to you.â
âAre you ok?â he asks after a second.
Ok? You just want everything to stop. âIâm fine. Shit, tell Tara Iâm sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just⊠I just need my laptop toâŠâ
Work. Work! Nothingâs working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you canât stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.
You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look thereâs something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You canât. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.
Xavier is speakingâ saying something over the phoneâ but you canât hear him.
The light changes, and thereâs a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. âTheyâll call you back,â the shadow says. Sylus.
âWait, who is this?â Xavier.
âThatâs Skye!â Tara.
Your friendsâ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than youâve ever seen them. âCome on, sweetie,â he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.
You understand what heâs asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where heâs been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.
With your face buried in his shoulder, you canât tell where heâs taking you, and you donât care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you canât with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.
Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. Heâs away from you for a momentâ moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stoveâ but then heâs back, standing between your legs, standing close. Youâre looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.
He shushes you without a hint of impatience. âLook at me,â he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleevesâ drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. âNow tell me whatâs wrong.â
You doâ you tell him everything. The hunterâs exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols youâve been signing up for. The work youâve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.
Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when youâre done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. âOh, sweetie.â A tendril is tucked behind your ear. âYou should have said something.â
âI know.â Your gaze is still shy of his. âBut how can I? I need to do thisâ be thisâ for everyone.â
His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. âYouâre just one person,â he says. âYouâ just youâ and thatâs all you need to be. Youâre stubborn, and strong, but youâre not invincible. Even Linkonâs shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.â
âEven you?â you snivel, setting him up for a quip. Â
Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. âEven me.â
Itâs hard to believe when heâs staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except⊠his hair is slightly dishevelled from where heâs been working away in the heat. Thereâs a damp patch on his shirt. Heâs wearing your pink apron, and thereâs mascara on his sleeves.
Then thereâs the way heâs looking at you.
It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. âYou do a lot for your friends,â he continues with confidence, but heâs rubbing his neck, âand they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. Itâs only fair.â
âYouâre right.â
ââŠGood.â
Perhaps itâs the fact youâve vaguely composed yourselfâ or the way youâre watching him like youâre seeing something newâ but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.
âYouâre too soft, kitten,â he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until youâre glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. âHow many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.â
Thereâs quiet for all of a second. He canât help correcting: âWell, except me, of course.â The apronâs crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. âAny time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.â
Your mouth curls, but you havenât quite got it in you to laughâ not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal heâs cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody heâs attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.
You chuckle to yourself.
And you canât see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.
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IM NEWWW (may I be đïž orđ«?)
Bro Luke hatefucking where he has his hand around your throat and he absolutely ruins you for winning capture the flag. Like degrades you just to feel you clench around him then heâll be all snarky and go âaww well arenât you being a good whoreâ or something
(Or the opposite where heâs whiny and inexperienced because heâs so used to just being the golden boy of camp. The Luke that holds a death grip on your hips because if you move to fast heâll cum quickly. So when he wins again, you get pissed. Wait for everyone to go back to their cabins while he stays and trains. And then you corner him and he acts all mighty. That is until you kiss him and he turns to absolute putty.)
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Synopsis: Hate fucking w Luke, there isnât much more to elaborate on đ
Warning(s): NSFW! MDNI, hatefucking, degrading n arguing kindaa, slapping, choking, power complex tbh, uses of the words slut n whore etc.. thereâs also praise (rarely)
Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem reader (Ares is ur dad btw)
Word count: 3,320k
Note: Hehe hi đ anon!!!!! Also Soz I didnât know um what kind of relationship dynamic they were supposed to haveâŠâŠ I hope this is ok đ it was the first thing that came to my head
(Even tho u totally mightâve just meant like bf Luke but um.. this tickled my brain a lil better!! đ)
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âWhoâs there?â As you saw him turn around you saw that it was none other than Luke Castellan, he was a frenemy of sorts. âLuke.â You spat his name out like it was venomous, he smirked when he saw you there. Lukeâs hand went to his side to grip at his sword, beginning to pull it out when you had the bright idea to run away. Youâd seen what he did to your team members and you knew he was a skilled swordsman, the best at camp, and even if you were well trained yourself you werenât that stupid. Luke groaned in annoyance before chasing after you, you thought it was unnecessary for him to go out of his way to chase you when he could be helping his team.
âAre you seriously chasing me Castellan??â You shouted as you ran away, turning your head over your shoulder to watch him following your movements deeper into the woods. âGlad that you can see that.â Luke snickered at you, the clambering of metal was loud as the both of you ran, alerting your own team members that there was people around. Clarisse was the first one to pop out and see who was there, her spear ready in hand when she saw the two of you running towards her. You felt thankful and dipped to the side of her so sheâd be in front of you, and whilst behind her you withdrew your own sword.
âNot like you to have other people fighting your battles, whatâve you done with Y/n?â Luke chuckled to himself, giving you this semi dirty look on his face. âIâm not making her fight you, weâre both going to.â You joined Clarisse after youâd withdrawn your sword, the both of you holding your weapons in front of you. ââŠI can handle that.â Luke shook his head and grabbed his own sword out to swing at the both of you âOut of everyone you couldâve had following you, it had to be Luke!â Clarisse groaned and clenched her teeth in irritation âWhy am I surprised?â She shook her head.
Luke swung his sword across, and the both of you jumped back to avoid getting slashed. You then ambushed him, lunging at him and using your body weight to knock him to the ground. Luke fell backwards but was quick to jump back up, only when he did he stopped fighting the two of you. A horn went off, the sound loud enough to carry through the forest, alerting the three of you that the game was over. âThatâd be us. Good job distracting Luke, sis.â Clarisse pat your back and gave you a half smile before leaving and returning to your team.
âWaitâ what?â Luke furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before his confusion turned into anger. âThatâs the sound of sweet victory! Ever heard it?â You taunted and let out a little chuckle, groaning in pain when Luke threw you to the ground. âOi! Cut it out, the games over!â You shouted and rolled out of the way before he cut you with his sword, you jumped back up on your feet and looked at him with confusion âYou. Me. Fight. Now.â Luke was seething with anger now. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, it looked rather evil for someone who only lost a simple game of capture the flag. However it was something youâd see often whenever he looked at you, looking at you every time like he wants to maim your head on the wall.
âI donât want to fight you.â You shook your head at him as you denied it âThen Iâm just gonna have to destroy you.â Luke didnât care wether or not youâd fight back but heâd be fighting you wether you liked it or not, he stepped towards you and held his sword up to swing it at your ribs. You jumped out of the way and blocked him using your sword, but doing that made it easy for him to disarm you. Your sword hit the ground a few inches away, and you got down onto the ground and rolled over so youâd be able to pick it back up and fight again. When you stood up with your sword Luke was quick to shove you backwards, and your back fell up against a tree. If you werenât wearing any armour your back wouldâve probably gotten scratched up no doubt.
âWhatâre you doing??â You questioned him quizzically, was he seriously gonna kill you over this? Luke held his sword up against your throat so you wouldnât move, squinting his eyes at you to watch how your cockiness slowly turned to fear. It made him feel better, he liked it, he loved it. It made him feel like he had power over you. âA-Are you gonna kill me over this?â You asked him, tilting your head up to avoid his sharp blade âMaybe. That scare you?â Luke grinned to himself and inched his sword closer to your neck.
You closed your eyes and gulped nervously, you didnât wanna show fear but you couldnât lie that Luke Castellan could definitely be scary when he wanted to be. âN-No.â You lied through your teeth, the sweat on your brow giving you away âLiar.â Luke chuckled darkly. âDrop your sword to your right.â Luke instructed you, you listened and reluctantly dropped the weapon beside your feet, Luke then kicked it far away so you wouldnât be able to attack him with anything. Luke loved this scaredy cat reaction he was getting out of you, maybe a little too much. Luke was getting hard and you thought you could even feel it, yet you werenât entirely sure so you wouldnât bring it up. Although your eyes glancing down towards that direction alerted Luke that you definitely knew.
âAre you-?â You began to speak âAm I what?â Luke asked you dumbly, yet the soft blush on his cheeks gave him away. âNothing.â You replied a little meekly, averting your eyes now and trying to move your head so itâd hide your now slightly flustered face. Luke didnât like this, he withdrew his sword and put it back into his sword holder, reaching his hand up to roughly grab at your face and turn your head back to face him. When you looked back you realised he didnât have his sword up against you anymore and you were thankful, yet you could still feel something pressing up against you.
Luke continued to hold your face in his hand, your cheeks were squished a little and the grasp on your face honestly hurt your jaw a little. âLukee-â You tried to speak but your words were a little weird sounding with the grip he had on you, he reluctantly let your face go but not without a swift tap on your cheek. You gasped softly, looking down at the ground, heâd slapped you! Luke then grabbed the collar of your shirt and lifted you a little against the tree that he had you pinned to, his knuckles grazing against your neck. âShut up. Just shut up.â Luke hissed out angrily, but again after seeing heâd put his sword away you grew cocky again.
âYeah? Why should I shut up?â You asked him, looking down at him now after heâd lifted you and put you in a different position. âIf you donât shut up â Iâm gonna make you shut up.â Luke growled out a warning, his face tinted red with fury âHowâre you gonna do that?â You were a little scared to ask, dropping the cocky tone you were harbouring after heâd said that. Was he gonna seriously bash you against the tree? Luke stilled for a moment, his eyes not leaving your face, his nose scrunched up angrily as he scowled. He then closed the gap and roughly pressed his lips up against yours, using his opposite hand that wasnât holding you to slap your face again.
You gasped in surprise from the kiss, opening just slightly wider when heâd slapped you, and Luke used this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in. You had no clue that Luke could have it in him to be doing this with you but you wouldnât look a gift horse in the mouth, you shut your eyes and began to meekly kiss him back. You were slow and unsteady with your movements, submissively trying to move your tongue against his but heâd practically already shoved his tongue into your mouth and was just exploring the insides of your cheeks. Luke slowly let you down as you guys were kissing, moving his now free hands to grasp roughly at your waist.
Luke pulled back reluctantly even though he didnât want to, he was flushed and he was breathing heavily by this point. Luke looked down at you, his angry scowl turning to a bit of a half smile âThat shut you up.â He snickered to himself. You stood there in disbelief of what just happened, blinking up at him dumbly as your cheeks began to darken âA-Asshole.â You muttered out loud a little bashfully before glancing away shyly. You were embarrassed that he managed to make you, an Ares kid, feel flustered like this. âI donât think youâre in a position to be insulting me.â Luke replied, pulling your body closer to him.
You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at his face, trying to angrily scowl at him but it looked more like an angry pout, reminding him of a bratty child. âWhy not?â You huffed âBecause Iâll just shut you up again.â Luke rolled his eyes, you decided youâd keep speaking despite the many reasons not to âYou gonna kiss me again?â You tilted your head to the side. Lukeâs eye twitched before he moved one of his hands from your side up to your neck, his palm pressing against your throat and making you let out a choked out whine. âHaha, not so cocky now are you?â Luke laughed to himself.
âF-Fucker.â You tried to speak but your words were choked out, his grip on you making you feel slightly light headed but you knew you wouldnât pass out. You were an ares kid and you also went to camp halfblood so obviously you were trained to endure stuff like this, even if it was just personal training. You knew you could hold your breath if you had to. âWhat was that?â Luke smirked and held tighter onto your neck, making you shut up again. You were feeling rather embarrassed being in the position you were in, feeling powerless, so you decided to get some of that power back.
Your arm was already lowered at your side, so you then moved your hand to the middle to grab Lukeâs hardened front in your palm. Lukeâs hand around your neck loosened for a moment as his demeanour faulted, his eyes clenched tight for a second and he sucked on his teeth as to not let out a groan. âThat shut you up.â You repeated his words back to him, giggling to yourself meanly at his reaction. Luke regained his composure, furrowing his eyebrows at you angrily before saying âIâm gonna make you regret that.â
Luke stood back and let you go, his hands moving now to instead hold your hips and he roughly ground you against him. It made you let out a quiet whine, your cheeks flushed and your lips parting to let out a soft airy moan. âFuckinâ dirty girl, arenât you?â Luke asked you, sending a weird throb between your legs, maybe you enjoyed him saying that a little too much. âIâm not gonna answer that Castellan.â You huffed again, giving this whiny pouty look on your lips; if your father saw you he wouldnât even think you were his child. âGood. Shut that pretty mouth of yours, I know there are better uses for it.â Luke hummed before kissing your lips again.
You couldâve pushed him away at any time but you accepted his kiss yet again, kissing him back and trying to keep up with his pace. Luke moved a hand down to grope at your ass, holding a handful of your soft plushy flesh, making you let out a quiet moan. âCareful with the noise slut, or do you want everyone to hear you?â Luke tutted, pulling away from the kiss to shake his head at you. âI canât help it!â youâre the one making me!â You complained with a hushed voice, gritting your teeth at him. Luke looked down at you, admiring the puffy sore lips he just had captured. âAm I now?â He chuckled and wiped some sweat from off of your face.
Luke slowly placed his hands back on your hips, looking at your face for any signs of hesitation as he began to tug them down. Your hips followed his movements, allowing him to slip them past your ass. He then looped his thumbs around your underwear and pulled them down to,â pulling them down your thighs. Luke wanted to just shove into you when he saw your pretty pussy for the first time but he resisted, a small tinge of kindness in his heart was showing. Luke dipped his hand between your legs and curiously rubbed at your sensitive bud, watching the way you jolted in surprise.
He liked the look of it, smiling to himself before doing it again with purpose this time. Your hands flew to grip on his shoulders, trying to keep quiet when his actions sped up a little. It felt overly stimulating to your sensitive clit and you found it hard not to whine out in pleasure, your hips jerked down against his hand as he was touching you. Luke smirked, tilting his head down at you to watch the way his hand toyed with your clit. Luke could feel you growing hotter however and thatâs when he decided to test the waters, moving his hand back more to dip his fingers inside your slutty hole.
âL-Luke..â You moaned out his name, feeling his fingers stretching you as they pressed further inside, two of his knuckles pleasuring your insides. âLook up at me, show me your pretty face.â Luke ordered and you obeyed without a second thought, lifting your head to look up at him and showing him your blissed out face. âAww.. arenât you being a good whore?â He teased with this taunting voice, moving his fingers to thrust inside of you. Your hips juddered, grinding against him and his hand like a slut similar to one of those cam girls.
âN-No Iâm not..â You whined and shook your head in complaint, huffing and gritting your teeth. âYes you are, dirty girl. My dirty girl now.â Luke moved to kiss your jaw, trailing his lips down to your neck, the combined sensation as well as with the abuse to your tight holeâ he quickly made you cum. You didnât even have any time to warn him before you came undone, a pleasured sheik escaping your lips âL-Luke!! Iâm cumming-â You were too late and had already started orgasming. âThatâs it. Good girl.â He coaxed you through your orgasm, his fingers helping you through it.
When you finally stopped and had to stand there taking a breather, Luke slowly withdrew his fingers and began to work at his own belt. You noticed and shyly turned around, bending over and pressing your ass against him slightly. Luke chuckled to himself about your eagerness, pulling his pants and his briefs down to let his hard leaking cock out of its restraints. Luke lined himself up with you, hoping youâd be wet and prepped enough for him, he hoped you werenât that eager. But he wouldnât complain if you were, heâd find it cute. âSo cute, so eager and desperate for me, youâre such a whore.â You were about to complain but the feeling of his cock shoving inside of you made you shut your lips.
âFuckkkââ Luke bit down and clenched just jaw to muffle his low groan as he pushed inside, his cock already twitching slightly from entering you. He wasnât even halfway when your whining began again, you felt like he was stretching you out beyond as you could go. âIs it all in yet?â You asked with a small glimmer of hope âNot even halfway inâ you can take it canât you?â He teased. You agreed, of course you could. âY-Yes. I can do it.â You nodded your head, steadying yourself up against the tree he had you leant on.
âGood girl.â Luke pushed in a little more, withdrawing a moan from your mouth, his cock stretching your insides as he was now halfway in. Luke decided to help you a little, thrusting his hips a bit to get you used to the feeling. You whimpered and moaned and Luke was quick to shut you up yet again, clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle your loud moans. âYou know I love to hear you like this, and Iâm sure the other campers would too, but Iâm not much for sharing. So keep it down sweetheart.â Luke hissed into your ear as he leant down.
âFuck..â You could feel yourself throb from what heâd just said, causing a flurry of emotions in your head. Why did you just get like that because of what he said? You shook the thought away, becoming easily distracted yet again when he suddenly pushed inside you further and filling you to the hilt. It made you let out a loud moan, thankful that Luke was muffling your voice now. âSo good.. so tight.â Luke began to thrust again, his cock buried deep and making you feel overwhelmed with pleasure. âL-Luke Iâm gonna cum..â You tried to mumble out, but he couldnât hear you with the sound of skin on skin and his hand over your mouth did no favours for his ears.
You couldnât help it, cumming on his cock and feeling your legs trembling beneath you. Luke used his free hand to wrap around your waist and stabilise you, making sure you wouldnât tumble over. Luke groaned as he felt himself twitch due to the spasming sensation of your soft fluttery walls around him. âFuck.. Iâm gonna cum too-â Luke thrusted a few more times before quickly pulling out and cumming on your backside. Luke stilled for a moment as he had to come down, the both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breaths.
âYou did so well, so good for me..â Luke praised you and gently brushed your hair as he let go of your face, his other hand moving to try and wipe off his cum with something he had in his pocket. âS-Shut up.â You complained about his soft words, your face heating up upon hearing them though. âI think Iâve got all my frustrations out.â Luke commented, helping you up and helping you dress and to get cleaned. You turned back around to face him, helping him get dressed as well. You looked up at his face and bashfully glanced away before looking back at him and saying, âso.. see you tonight?â Luke grinned and answered âsure.â
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vicious I ln4
pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x readerđ«Ł summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty masterlist, part two
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yourusername lil getaway
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user wait is she dating lando??
user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed user hopefully not lol
user i had no idea she went on this trip
user yeah cause lando never posts her or even likes her posts lmfaoaofda
user am i the only one that finds her annoying...
user nooo everyone else does lol shes always leeching off lando
yourbff ur perfect babe liked by yourusername
user pls dont let this be a hard launchđ§ââïžlando get UP
user of course she has to post landođ€Łshe needs him for the likes
maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing
yourusername SHHHH it was my first time
user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at herđ
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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.
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user we might have to start accepting that theyre datingâčïž
user I REFUSE
user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...
user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n
user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore
user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him
user right like girl give him space, he aint yours
user im a y/n defender idgaf. everyone in these comments are just jealous liked by yourbff
user yikes... user defending someone who needs a man to stay relevant lol ok
user i miss luisinhađ
user im convinced theyre still dating and shes using lando for pr
y/n hey lan, i safely made it back to the hotel
lando đ
y/n i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(
lando y/n, we talked about this. there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating
y/n we ARE dating... why are you acting like we arent?
lando yk what i meant im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby
y/n im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?
lando lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything listen i love you, isnt that enough?
y/n yeah, ily too
lando ill see you later tnâ€ïž
lando baby where are you? come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you it was just martins friend, you know her
y/n oh the girl you told me not to worry about?
lando it didnt mean anything why are you acting like this?
y/n because you fucking cheated. im leaving and im moving out of the apartment
lando please dont, im sorry baby i love you
y/n you say you love me but you can never prove it you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?
lando of course not wth but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it i wish you the best y/n read
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yourusername new year same me, wasnt ever the problem
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yourbff YES WIFEY liked by yourusername
user she unfollowed lando omg.
user WAR IS OVERRRR
pietrapilao out of sight out of mindđ§ââïž liked by yourusername
user is this about lando omg...
luisinhaoliveira99 đđ liked by yourusername
user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? user WHEN DID THEY MEET??? user I NEED THE TEA RNNNNNN
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user OH?
user what is going on in these comments omg??
user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her
user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him user probably gonna go for piastri nowđ€Ł
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yourusername took some time off music but dont worry, im back and ready to prove i dont need anybody to stay successful
vicious is out nowđ
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user OH NOWWW LANDO LIKES HER POST
yourbff sooo back baby
user this has to be about lando...
user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg
user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her
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charles_leclerc love it! this comment has been deleted
charles_leclerc congrats on the new song!!
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user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away
user are we just going to ignore charles' deleted comments??
user bro was NERVOUS
user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends
user you toxic lando fans need to stay awayđ she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him
user her shirt saying loyalđ«Łthats gotta be a diss
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landonorris pretty vicious life im living rn
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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-
maxfewtrell bro. no.
user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behaviorđŹ
user this winter break drama is something else
user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.
user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???
user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party
user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??
user she chose her side HAAHAH user pretty ironic cause so many fans were comparing y/n to her and now theyre friendsđ€Ł
user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care
user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy
yourbff alexa play obsessed by mariah careyđ„±
user OOP user the girls are fightingggg
user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...
user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" đ«
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f1gossip Despite hard launching their relationship just one week ago, Lando's new girlfriend has been spotted getting cozy with a different guy! The leaked pictures have already caused for her to go private on all social mediasđŹ
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user karma is A GOD
user i know y/n is having a good day today
user omfg poor lando :(
user womp womp
user i bet he is regretting his decisions rnđ
user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L
user we cant catch a breakđ©
user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN
user craziest winter break yet jeez
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charles_leclerc hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!
landonorris y/n you blocked my number? im sorry about everything baby can we please just talk?
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yourusername im soooo sorry for your lossđ
my new single feather is out now!! special thanks to @charles_leclerc for helping me out in the music video, had so much making it <3
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user this mv was so hot omg
user I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BUT I LOVE
user i know a certain someone is FUMING
luisinhaoliveira99 on repeat already!!
yourusername đđ user im convinced luisa reached out after she saw all the comparisons with her and y/n and they became besties user wait that makes so much sense
user f1 twitter is going insane rn
user Y/N NATION KEEPS WINNING
pietra.pilao AHH youre so talented bby liked by yourusername
charles_leclerc had the best time on set with youâ€ïž
yourusername â€ïž user i ship it........
user i want them both
user ofc now shes going for another driverđ
user oh you guys are OBSESSED with her, get a job user y/n still has them mad LOL
user l**** would never agree to anything like this
user im literally never getting over this, ive watched it 5 times in a row already
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landonorris a toast to my real friends
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user if this is a charles sneak diss i will cry
user we got carlando content....but at what price
user oh he definitely got blocked by y/nđ
user dw we're on your side lando
user who is we?
user just take the L and move on bro
user the way 2 songs got everyone to switch up on lando HAHA
user not just that but his shady posts too
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user the girls are OFFICIALLY fighting oh gosh
user next season is going to be interesting...
user my roman empire
user IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH???
user what is happening.
user PARENTS
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watch me win
in which lando was paid to fake date y/n!
pairing: mean!lando x reader
tw: cursing and rude behavior
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day 1
lando's text with reader
reader's post on twitter/x
lando's text with reader
lando's text with his friends
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He said yes to his friend Strollâs offer, not because he needed the money. He was doing it for fun and because he was bored. The dare to date her for the whole month of August sounds like the perfect distraction. The challenge was simple: make her fall for him and then crush her heart on the last day. It was cruel, but thatâs what made it exciting for him. Lando already had a list in his mind of all the dates they would go on, each carefully planned to make her fall deeper for him. He wasnât playing the attentive boyfriend yetâno, he was testing the waters, seeing how easily she could be swayed. âOh, Iâm a very good listener,â he said in the middle of their conversation. In his mind, he added, âIâll even keep notes of all your little secrets and insecurities.â Of course, he meant every word, but not in the way she thought.
After their first outing, he only knew the basics: her favorite color, the subjects she hated, and that she loved chocolate croissants. But even these small details were enough to start his list. âEager to please,â he noted when she laughed too hard at his jokes. âSeeks approval,â he added after she asked him what he thought about her favorite book. It was almost too easy. Lando took pleasure in knowing that every sweet word he whispered to her was a lie, every smile a part of his act.
He watched her closely, mentally preparing for the deeper truths she would eventually reveal. Each fact she shared was a potential weapon in his arsenal. She had no idea that he was already plotting how to use her own words against her. The game had just begun, and she was already falling into his trap. She was just a pawn in his game, a temporary amusement to stave off his boredom. Lando couldnât wait for the day when he would reveal the truth. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction imagining her face crumpling in realization. This was going to be fun and he is determined to win.
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a/n: NOT THE UPDATE YOU WERE WAITING FOR IM SORRY đ but this has been sitting in my drafts for too long! to the anon who requested this, im sorry for delaying this PLEASE FORGIVE ME đ©đ but i hope i got your request right đ©·
i think im going to make this as a short series! let me know if you like this!!! đ© ask for a tag đ«¶
love from essie đ«
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I love your ânot just friendsâ seriesđ„č im obsessed! Im hoping to see more I love it soooooooooooo muchhhh!!!!!!! Even telling my friends to read it
But I saw a bakugo headcanon by another anon about him having a crush which I wanna add a spin on, what if he rejected this said crush back in middle school but developed feelings after xD I find it funny
Thank you !!! I'm glad you enjoy it so much!
And that is literally Katsuki Bakugo, can't see him not doing it tbh. (This was also a lot longer then I planned for it to be- I just started typing and here we are- 1k)
He isn't confused about a lot of things in life but his feelings definitely stump him. He tries to analyze other people and how they react to people, but the dots just don't connect. He hears people rave on and on about how cute their crush is, but he just doesn't get it.
It's not that he hasn't been introduced to it either. I mean, it's middle school. Everyone is crazy about dating someone even if it's just to hold their stupid hand. Bakugo didn't get it, he honestly didn't want to get it. Sure he wanted to understand it, but only so he could know a weakness or some shit. He didn't want the gushy feelings or anything such.
Rejecting girl after girl was normal for him, people just loved how great he was. But after the first year of middle school that stopped. Mainly because of how rudely he rejected every girl in the past, but also because of you.
You got extremely close with him rather quickly, working your way into his life and friend groups. It was rare to see you away from each other.
Yet when you confessed to him in your last year of middle school, he stood still. It was the only confession he hesitated on. And while you swayed on your feet, anxious for a reply, he tried to cough up any words possible.
But the only ones that came out were. "You're not special."
In the most blunt way possible, he crushed your dreams. With the way he was looking at you, it was like he couldn't fathom the thought that you thought you were good enough for him, different than all the other girls. So you choked up any spiteful things you wanted to say and nodded before walking off.
He didn't necessarily like you then, but the thought didn't seems gross. So when he watched you walk away, he shrugged it off. You'd talk to him tomorrow definitely.
When tomorrow came and went, he was waiting for you to show up by his side at any second. But of course, you never did. You waited a day before showing up to class, but when you did you stuck near your other friends.
It stayed that way too. You only nodded at him after you finished middle school, a small final goodbye.
So it was rather unfortunate that one of your friends happened to be Izuku. It was a hard-built friendship, but he's very forgiving.
You came and visited the dorms often, encouraged by his mother to help him get by easier.
Bakugo hated it, you never even looked his way.
When he googled his feelings he didn't want to believe the words typed on his screen. It was all saying he was jealous. He'd never been jealous of anything, especially nothing Deku had.
Eventually, Kirishima pointed it out, commenting on the glare he was giving Midoriya. He also called him out the next day, when he kept glaring despite you not being there.
The day he cracked was after he fought Deku, after being yelled out by Aizawa he and Deku were told to wait.
Bakugo mentioned your name in a mumble at first before Deku questioned it. "She like you or some shit?"
"What?!"
"You fuckin' heard me," he spat back.
"No!" Deku scrambled for a reason. He knew you had a crush on Bakugo before, but you haven't mentioned it in a while, "Do you?"
"Do I like you?!"
"NO! HER!"
Bakugo's aggression faded as he thought. Everyone was saying that. Kirishima, his dad, and now Deku. He gave a small shrug because he was unsure.
"She still asks about you," Deku decided to say, rather than poke the bear.
"Hm."
"Wanting to know if you're okay. After the sludge, and after.. well you know," Deku mumbled.
The door opened before anything else could be said, but even if it didn't, they both knew the conversation was over.
Feeling the commonly named butterflies in his stomach, at just the thought of you thinking of him still, was odd. It was an entirely new feeling. After googling, once again, he came to terms with the fact that he finally felt all the gushy feelings that everyone else got in middle school. The ones you used to have for him, hopefully still do.
He still waited a year to act on his conclusion first. But he still slowly tried to weave his way back into your life. Choosing to sit next to you when you visited, to othering you the remote.
Everything was without words for a while. Almost a year in he was forced to talk to you often. All conversations being awkward and strained.
Confessing was a different story, it was the last day you could visit before it was officially summer break before the second year. Everyone was all sat around watching TV, people leaving before they got too tired. Surprisingly, Bakugo and you were the last people in the living room. He didn't want to miss a second of your presence because he knew he couldn't see you during summer. He was so glad Aizawa let you stay late.
His head snapped away from the TV when you stretched to stand, silently grabbing your stuff.
"What are you doing?" he spoke before thinking.
You looked stunned, he never talked to you without you talking first, "It's late, I should go. Plus is it not past your bedtime?"
He glared at your joke before looking at the clock. It was 2:54a.m, you asked him out at 2:54 p.m in middle school.
"Do you still?"
"What?" you switched your weight onto one foot, crossing your arms confused.
"In middle school," he sighed, "do you still?"
"You're gonna have to be more specific."
"Have feelings and shit."
He still wasn't looking at you, but out of the corner of his eyes, he could see how you froze.
"I don't know how that's relevant," you huffed, embarrassed and annoyed that he'd be so cruel to bring up the rejection again.
"I do."
"Do what? Know how it's relevent? Of course you do, it's your brain-"
"Have feelings and shit," he mumbled, crossing his arms at how irated you sounded. He was finally making his move and you seemed pissed as hell.
You barked out a laugh, muffling it with your own hand, "You can't think I'm that stupid, right?"
"I'm being serious," he looked at you straight on for the first time. He was always easiest to read when you could see his eyes, and he looked nervous. Out of all the emotions you've seen on him, this wasn't one.
"Oh."
He sighed and looked down, "Don't gotta say anything, you can spend the night in the common room. No one will care," he pushed himself off the couch, turning to leave.
"Bakugo," you called out softly.
"Hm?"
"I might," your voice was shaky, "but I need to think about it. Know that you're not fucking with me or something."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay. Take your time. You have my number."
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isnt the same without you.
warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.
summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)
a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!
pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj
you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.
he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.
but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.
you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.
you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.
imessage:
11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3
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you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.
about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.
you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.
you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.
you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?
all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)
the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.
it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.
imessage
jayjđ€: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."
you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.
you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."
you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.
jayjđ€: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."
the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.
you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."
jayjđ€: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."
now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.
after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.
as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.
jayjđ€: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."
after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.
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[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) â JJK.
you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)
WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur đ€·đŒââïž)
WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit đą oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... đđŒ smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls đđŒ)
NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this đ this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy âșïž
âŒïžCN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE
You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.
Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.
You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline â which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.
It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" â that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.
When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.
That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.
Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?
You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!
Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.
Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.
"God."
As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.
"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.
Oh my god. You wanted to cry.
You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."
Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.
Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.
You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.
Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.
He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.
Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.
"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"
You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."
He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.
"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.
"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.
Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.
Ugh.
"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.
But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.
You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.
"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.
"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.
You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.
But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.
"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.
Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."
"Hm?"
"Can I suck your dick?"
"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.
"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.
So what if this thing between you has been happening for like⊠ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.
"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.
"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.
"No, I just⊠I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.
You shrug. "Yeah, well."
You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.
"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.
"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.
"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.
"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.
"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."
"Oh, well, yeahâŠ" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.
"So�"
You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.
"Okay, sure." You shrug.
"Fuck, you're the best."
This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.
You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.
"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.
Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."
You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.
"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.
"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."
You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.
Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.
He stops kissing you.
"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."
Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.
"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.
You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."
"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.
"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."
You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.
But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."
You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.
Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.
Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.
It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.
Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this⊠shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."
You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.
When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.
As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.
What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.
"Oh, K-kook â Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.
"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."
He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.
The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.
"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly
"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."
And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.
"JungkookâŠ" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.
"Good girl."
And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.
"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.
"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.
Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.
Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? â thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?
"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."
You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.
"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.
And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.
So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.
When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.
"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.
He only let out a non-committal hum.
"Jungkook."
"Yes, baby?"
"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.
"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.
"Thanks, I guess."
Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.
"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."
You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.
Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."
"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."
Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."
"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.
"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."
You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?
"No but seriouslyâŠ" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"
Oh god, your essay. Right.
You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.
Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."
That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.
"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."
You think you'll start doing it more, too.
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BAD IDEA RIGHT?
PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 4.10k
GENRES ⊠smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, literally porn with plot. like iâm so insane, enemies to âwe fuckinâ as reese put it đ„°, frat boy tbz again!!!, juyo is literally so irritating in the first half im not even gonna lie, heâs also a manwhore, making out, reader is a bit of a brat, juyeon has a dirty mouth, kinda dom!juyeon, vaginal fingering, oral (m! receiving), SHOWER SEX !12!1!, heâs hitting it from the back btw, unprotected sex, creampie, juyeon is actually⊠i donât even know how to describe him writing his character made me want to claw at the walls lol
SUMMARY deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. but paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
MORE heheheh im back đ€ oh my god this was actually the cause of a week full of sleepless nights. i genuinely drove myself crazy writing this bc NEED FRRRR like idk iâm so đ delusional. ANYWAYS. ANON. THIS ONE IS FOR U. U REQUESTED THIS AND I RAN WITH IT. u wanted more juyeon, i deliver more juyeon ;) also shout out to ally, moni, AND reese for betaâing đ„ș i love u my cupcakes!! prompt used: 18 <3
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble
If there was anyone on Earth that you hated more than anything, it had to be Lee Juyeon.
To put things plainly, he was quite literally the bane of your existence. Being around him made your blood pressure skyrocket and gave you migraines that lasted for days. It was insane how one person could affect you so much by doing so little. It seemed as if he thrived off of getting under your skin.
Considering he was the captain and the pitcher of the baseball team, it wasnât shocking. He was also a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. But he happened to be roommates with one of your best friends, and that made it ten times worse.
Youâd known Changmin since third grade, along with Kevin and Chanhee. When he mentioned heâd be joining a fraternity in college, you were a bit apprehensive. All you knew about them was what youâd read in YA books and seen in movies. Neither gave them a good rep. Part of you wanted to talk him out of it, but you knew this was something you had to let him do, given you were adults and it was his college experience. At least you still had the other two under one roof.
The first time you met Juyeon was also the first time you attended a frat party. Changmin had just passed his initiation after waiting a year and he invited all of you to celebrate. You were excited for the most part since high school parties were more for an adrenaline rush due to the fact that your parents never let you go to them and you either snuck out or lied about going. You didnât have to worry about the limitations of parents this go around.
The boys disappeared almost immediately upon arrival, leaving you to fend for yourself in the very crowded fraternity house. You could hardly pass through a room without bumping into somebodyâs shoulder or elbow, huffing as you maneuver around the house equivalent to a sardine can. Your drink nearly spilled onto your top multiple times and you were glad you decided against the heels for the night.
You chugged the rest of the jungle juice in your cup as you stepped onto the patio, where itâs just as noisy and just as packed. Youâre lucky enough to find an empty lounge chair near the houseâs pool, unoccupied and calling your name. When your legs touch the plastic chair, you flinch at how hot it is, most likely from being in the sun all day.
âWoah, do you want a cushion?â
You look up at the source of the voice. Youâve seen him around campus before, and even at Changminâs games. Lee Juyeon was just one of those people that you had to know, unless youâd been living under a rock. Just like everyone else in the world, you couldnât deny how attractive he was. From this distance, you truly understood why girls would giggle like high schoolers over the guy.
âUh, sure. Yeah, that would be great actually.â You nod, watching as he wanders towards the shed in the corner of the big ass backyard. He returns promptly, holding his red solo cup between his teeth and one hand on your lower back guiding you to a standing position so he could place down the cushion.
âAs a thank you, can I get your name?â He gives you a cocky little smile that shouldâve been a warning. And looking back on it, you shouldâve seen his true personality sooner, to be completely honest. The way his lips curled at the corners, like a conniving bastard who got off on irritating others.
âItâs Y/N,â you say, messing with your empty cup. âIâd ask for yours, but I kinda already know.â
He laughs at that, scratching the back of his neck. âThatâs not surprising.â Itâs at this point that youâre starting to see through his sweet facade, but despite knowing betterâ despite always keeping your guard upâ you let yourself fall for it just this once. All because you didnât want to fuck things up for Changmin. He owed you big time.
âWell, you are a talented athlete.â You didnât want to fuel what is probably already a massive ego, but youâd rather compliment his baseball skills than the fact that he was infamous for screwing around with half of the girls on campus. Technically, that was a feat of its own since heâd only been in school for a year.
âOh, so you think Iâm talented?â He rested a hand on your chair, leaning down to your level. Confidence oozed from every corner of his being and if you werenât so self aware, perhaps you couldâve ended up like all those other victims of his charismatic behavior.
âI go to the games for Changmin,â you scoff, glancing away from his face to stop the heat rising up your neck. âIâve only paid attention to you once or twice.â
âYeah, sure. Let's go with that,â he bites his lip, blatantly checking you out. âI wouldnât mind paying attention to you a little.â
âIâm unimpressed, Juyeon,â you snort, raising an eyebrow at him. âDoes this shit really work on everyone?â
âI can drop the act if you want, baby. Just let me know when youâre ready to stop playing hard to get.â He stands upright, running a hand through his hair.
Every time you ran into Lee Juyeon after that, he was more and more insufferable. He knew his influence on you, too, if his smug fucking grin was anything to go by. You wish you could just slap it off of him. However, you stood by being the bigger person in any given situation, so that was off the table. (And half of you still felt a moral obligation to not get your friend into hot water.)
âWould it kill you to play nice every once in a while? I do live with the dude, you know.â Changmin whines, trailing you in the supermarket like a lost puppy.
âHeâs got a point, N/N,â Kevin adds, humming as he tosses a boxed dinner into the cart. âI get that heâs a little bit of an overconfident douche, but rolling your eyes at him when he hasnât even done anything just makes it worse on you. And JiChang, too, I guess.â
âBroâŠâ
You werenât even sure why he decided to tag along with you and the other boys when you mentioned grocery shopping. In fact, he might as well have stayed his ass home if he was just going to gang up on you the whole time. Chanhee sighs dramatically, bringing your shopping cart to a halt.
âCan we not have a peaceful grocery trip? Is that impossible or something?â His lips form a thin line. âI swear, all we do is talk about how much Y/N hates Lee Juyeon. Can we please move on?â
âThank you, Chanhee, I agree,â you nod along, walking backwards as you do so and ignoring the faces your friends make. âHe makes me want to kill myself.â
âWho makes you want to kill yourself?â
You jump up, frightened by the sudden voice in your ear. Your friends all give you sheepish smiles, as if theyâd already tried to warn you. (What shitty jobs they did.) With a hand over your heart, you turn around to meetâ speak of the devilâ none other than Lee Juyeon himself.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest. Luck could never be on your side when it came to this guy.
âUh, last I checked, this was a public supermarket. Where I can publicly shop. I wasnât aware that I had to run that by you. So sorry, sweetheart.â He pouts, his expression so theatrical you nearly give in to your constant urge to punch him in the face.
You feel your eye twitch, and it takes everything in you to step back and assess just how bad it would be if you committed murder right now. Changmin comes to your rescue, doing damage control as best as he can while Kevin attempts to talk you out of becoming a criminal.
The two frat brothers do their little fraternity handshake thing and then finally heâs out of sight, out of mind, allowing you to visibly relax. Chanhee purses his lips. âOkay, so maybe I do see where the anger comes from. And holy shit, Y/N, you have the patience of a saint.â
âThe person you have called is unavailable! At the tone, please leave a message. When you have finished recording, you mayââ
âGoddammit.â You curse, ending the unsuccessful call.
The downside of working far from campus, was working far from campus. You didnât have your own car and usually relied on one of your roommates for a ride to and from. But now here you are, stranded at work while itâs pouring cats and dogs outside. Kevin was in class and Chanhee wasnât picking up his phone. You could call Changmin, but youâre pretty sure he also had a class around this time.
Just as youâre about to succumb to your demise, you receive a text from Chanhee.
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: IM SO SORRY AJNSSJNW BUT SOMETHING CAME UP WITH A GROUP PROJECT
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: DONT WORRY THOUGH, IVE GOT IT COVERED UR STILL GETTING PICKED UP
âCould today get any worse?â You mutter to yourself, locking your phone and tossing it into your purse. As if your timing couldnât be better, you spoke entirely too soon. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar car rolling up under the carport. Your brows furrowed in confusion, because you had no idea who could be your saving grace. Chanhee was a wild card so who knew who he had on speed dial.
But then the passenger window rolls down and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Lee Juyeon grins that stupid fucking grin of his, beckoning you to his car as it unlocks when he shifts into park. You shake your head.
âNo way. There is absolutely no way I am getting into that car.â You shout over the pelting rain.
Juyeon tsks, his eyes rolling when he reaches over the center console to open the door for you. âIs there anyone else who would drop everything theyâre doing to pick you up in this weather?â
Your lips pull into a flat line. The answer was no, you didnât have anyone else who would drop everything they were doing to pick you up in this weather. That was the reason Juyeon was here, you supposed. It didnât mean you werenât at least going down without a fight, though. Except, Lee Juyeon was a man who was all too comfortable with how expressive you were. Most notably towards him.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?â
âFuck you. Iâd rather walk.â You seethe, starting straight in the direction of your apartment. Juyeon groans at first, your constant need to prove yourself getting on his nerves for once. Then his eyes widen slightly when he realizes youâre not joking.
The truth was that the rain was freezing and youâd love to be in the shelter of a warm car. In fact, you didnât really care that Juyeon was the person driving. But you were too deep into the bit now. You couldnât just turn around and get in the car, for you had a pride to protect at this point.
âShit.â Juyeon swears under his breath, reaching into the backseat to grab an umbrella. Sure he loved to tease you and rile you up, but he wasnât cruel. Your friends would have his head on a silver platter if he let anything happen to you.
You pause in your steps when youâre no longer being showered in rain water. Juyeon holds the umbrella over your head with a worried expression. You feel kind of bad for making him chase after you even though heâd already gone out of his way to pick you up. Sometimes you wish your ego wasnât so fragile. Maybe then you could accept help when you needed it instead of making things worse.
âCan you please stop being so stubborn and just get in the damn car, Y/N? Do you have to make everything difficult all the time?â Usually, pissing you off made him over the moon, but you can tell heâs not exactly pleased at the moment. You swallow thickly, nodding quietly and following him back to his car.
The whole drive to your apartment is silent save for the song playing on his speakers. Itâs not as loud in comparison to the storm outside, but youâre grateful that itâs filling the space between you. If only Lee Juyeon hadnât done such an excellent job ticking you off like a bomb, then maybe you wouldâve just hopped in the passenger seat with ease. But no, he had to goad you until you made an irrational decision and now here you are.
As he pulls up to your building, you say a little prayer that you donât regret your next actions. He stops as close to the stairs as he can, but you turn to him before unbuckling your seatbelt. With a deep breath, you ask, âWould you like toâ uhâ come inside?â
He glances from you to the stairs and then shrugs, parking in the nearest empty spot. He holds the umbrella over both of you as you make your way to your unit, lightly sprinting so you donât get anymore soaked than you already are. You figured the least you could do was invite the dude into your home and offer him some hot tea, just so he could warm up before heading back to the TBZ house. Your roommates not being here to make fun of you was also a plus.
Thereâs still an unspoken tension even after youâve shed your raincoats and shoes by the front door, settling into your apartment and its coziness. Juyeon sits at the breakfast bar as you busy yourself with preparing the kettle and getting a couple tea bags. His watchful gaze is a little intimidating now that youâve seen his serious side.
Once youâve finished making the tea, you set his mug in front of him. You look everywhere but him when you say, âIâm gonna take a shower if youâre okay waiting out here by yourself.â He doesnât respond verbally, so you take it as your cue to leave.
You turn on the water to let it heat up before gathering your essentials. When youâve completed your back and forth trip from the bathroom and your bedroom, youâre finally ready to just relax in your shower and forget about todayâs events. But how could you ever truly relax with Lee Juyeon in your space, permeating your peace?
As youâre shutting the bathroom door, a foot jams itself between the threshold and stops you. You glance up from the floor to meet Juyeonâs eyes. Theyâre darker than youâre used to, a deep shade of brown that has your stomach twisting into knots.
âYou know, Y/N, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old,â he takes a step into the steaming room, locking the door behind him and trapping you. âJust admit to yourself that you want me.â
You sputter at his bold words, because you donât. You donât want Lee Juyeon. Why would you want Lee Juyeon? âIâm not gonna lie to myself. I donât want you.â
He laughs humorlessly, closing the gap between you just a little more. You donât have it in you to back away from him. He reaches a hand up to tuck some damp hair behind your ear. Youâre still wet and cold from your stupid idea to walk in the rain, but Juyeon plans to warm you up perfectly. âYou sure?â
âPositive,â you breathe.
âWhy donât we test that theory?â Now heâs got you backed into the wall, his face a hairâs breadth distance from your own. âI have a feeling I can change your mind.â
You donât know if itâs the heat of the bathroom or Juyeonâs lips being so close, but so far simultaneously that has your brain turning into static. Your head feels fuzzy, like youâre watching TV on an empty channel through a blurry lens. You lick your lips, vision trained on his. âWhy donât we?â
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs to press your mouths together in a searing kiss, hotter than the temperature of the room. You feel him smile against you when you make no move to push him away, instead carding your fingers through his hair. He groans when you tug a bit, twirling the longer strands around your index.
His hands slip under your top, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. This is a terrible idea. Deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into Juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. But paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
When you part for air, you both start stripping your top layers, resuming your attacks on each otherâs lips once youâre left in nothing but undergarments. Juyeon trails kisses along the side of your neck, nipping and sucking wherever he feels fit. You gasp when he finds that particular spot that contributes to the butterflies fluttering about your stomach. âGod, youâre so annoying.â
âYeah?â And despite getting ready to give you the pleasure of your life, his grin against your skin still manages to irritate you. âYou hate me so much, huh?â
âMhm,â you whine as his fingers dip beneath the band of your panties, toying with your sensitive cunt. âHate you so badâ ahâŠâ
âYou might wanna shut up soon, sweetheart,â Juyeon warns, sliding his ring finger between your lower lips. âOr else Iâll give that mouth something to do.â
âIâll do whatever I want,â you pull his hand from your underwear, kneeling in front of him when he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Your nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his briefs, freeing him from the material. It takes a lot out of you to not visibly react at the sight of his cock, hard and flushed to the tip. You couldnât dare inflate his ginormous ego, the situation you were currently in already doing enough on its own. His size is impressive too, making you wonder just how he expects you to take him like a champ.
âWhat a fucking brat,â he hisses, your tongue swiping along the underside of his dick. âAlways gotta have the last word, donât you?â
âMmmm,â you moan, mouth full with just the tip. Youâd never been the type of person who cared about size. As long as they knew what they were doing and made you finish, you held no qualms with their length. In fact, you donât think you ever even paid much attention to anyoneâs dick in your life. But if there was anything to back Lee Juyeonâs cockiness, it had to be, well, his cock.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve imagined this moment,â he confesses, wrapping your hair around his hand into a makeshift ponytail. âBut, fuck, this is so much better.â
The admission shoots straight to your core and you find yourself whimpering, the vibrations against his dick driving him crazy. He has to support his weight with one hand flat to the wall, the other still tightly fisting your hair. With every suck and flick of your tongue, he tugs a little more, the sting on your scalp providing you with more pleasure than pain. You pull off of him to take a breath, jerking him off as you do so.
âAm I meeting your expectations?â You bat your eyelashes up at him, drool sliding down your chin and makeup smeared under your eyes in tear streaks. He groans at the sight of you, forcing you to a standing position so he could kiss you again.
You start dragging him towards the shower, unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties. He raises an eyebrow at you, amused. âYou want me to fuck you in the shower, baby? Have you slipping all over my cock?â
âDuh,â you canât help but roll your eyes at his question, practically pawing at his underwear to get him out of them fully. âDid you think I sucked your dick on the bathroom floor for fun?â
âThat mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days.â
He kicks them off, reconnecting your lips as you step into the shower. The hot water hits your back almost like a massage, synchronously getting in your mouth as you make out with Juyeon aggressively. Itâs like he canât get enough of you, big hands kneading and groping everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel insane, especially with how good of a kisser he is. Itâs like youâre on cloud nine and nothingâs capable of bringing you down.
When heâs finally lost his patience, he spins you around, pressing you cheek first to the shower wall. You feel him against your lower back, his lips leveling with your ear. In spite of acting as if he had himself under control, you can hear the pant in his breathing, deep voice a little desperate than usual. He has a hand gripping your thigh and picking up your leg.
âNo protection?â He asks, his cock already gliding between your folds in anticipation.
âMm-mm,â you shake your head as best you can with his body sandwiching you to the tiled surface. âWanna feel you raw.â
âFuck, you canât say shit like that to me,â Juyeon groans into your ear, giving no warning as he spits down your front and hikes your leg higher, thrusting into your cunt. âYouâll make me wanna stay buried in you forever.â
You moan, hand coming up to hold the side of his head as he fucks you into the shower wall. If someone were to ask about this very moment, you werenât too sure how youâd defend yourself. A moment of weakness, perhaps? But if a moment of weakness felt this fucking good every time, you might fall into a habit of judgment lapses.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting your shoulder and the surrounding area with each snap of his hips. The angle he drives into you at has stars forming at the back of your vision, the tip of his cock brushing that one spot deep inside of you whenever he thrusts up. You donât even think his entire dick is in you as he does this, but you also donât really have the mind to care, way too focused on memorizing the veins of his shaft with your walls.
Youâre far too gone to consider the consequences of your actions, the horizon of your release just beyond your fingertips now. Youâd never needed someone so viscerally before, so carnally. Yet here you were, sucking Lee Juyeonâs cock in with your pussy like you were a damn vacuum. The sounds youâre making bounce back and forth on the walls, no doubt louder than the shower water itself.
âIâ I-Iâm soâ fuck,â you mewl, words wobbling. âIâm so, so close, Juyo.â
âYeah, baby?â He sighs in your ear, nudging your sensitive clit with his thumb while raising your leg as much as he physically can. âMe too, where do you want me?â
âInside,â you donât think you even make sense anymore, babbling as he continues to fuck you stupid. âPlease. Want you to cum inside me.â
Juyeon grits his teeth, pleased with himself that he didnât orgasm right then and there. He uses his last ounce of strength to get the two of you off together. âCâmon, sweetheart, cum for me.â
The fogginess subsides pretty quickly after youâve finished, your brain registering what just happened almost instantaneously. If you werenât so hypersensitive, you wouldâve pulled him out yourself and scrambled to flee the scene. (And maybe even the country.) There are many more rational thoughts running through your head now. The entire trajectory of your life has just been changed, whether you realized it or not. But the biggest issue was:
What the hell do you do now?
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ok Ik you said Pazzi fic in studio but will never get the idea of Paige calling azzi mamas out of my head so just felt like I needed to share an idea for a blurb or to include in anything you write PAIGE CALLINF AZZI MAMAS
anon ur a genius but i am simply a fool who took this prompt and then ran with it and turned it into a random oneshot soooooo i apologize for the minimal use of âmamasâ but hope u like it anyway and will implement that in all my writing deadass
pet names.
paige bueckers/azzi fudd.
2.8K.
kinda bullshit rambling but a lil more of a structure to follow???
minimal nsfw so 18+ as fuck
Wait guys let me know how u rly feel bcuz im not suuuper happy w this one
at first, itâs a subtle change.
itâs not like paige is ever actually serious enough for her words to be taken to heart or with any ounce of meaning behind itâ sheâs a fucking idiot, and azzi was more than well aware of her incessant antics, and the fact that she just played too much.
so, of course it surprises her, but she canât say it really means anything, until it does.
itâs funny to azzi, really, when recently, all of a sudden, paige will get caught up in her usual tangents that sheâs started letting these random, little pet names slip from her lips, mouth moving so fast, almost as if she barely meant it, could barely even call it out herself.
it happens usually when theyâre tiredâ or, at least when azziâs tired, and paige is excited. sweat clinging to the back of azziâs neck, her curls drawing up and away from the edges of her hairline, skin flushed and hot to the touch when paige is suddenly breezing past her. sheâs somehow still in a jog despite the rigorous drills theyâd done, oblivious to the redness of her face or the plastered strands of blonde hair against her forehead. sheâs at the tail end of a conversation with KK, still grinning like a fool about whatever they mustâve been chattering about, yelling out some type of phrase or joke that only those two could conjur up.
azziâs right eyebrow is already lifted, somehow already suspicious and unimpressed of her intentions when paige is launching straight into a new conversation, cheeks still pink and teeth on display as she skips backwards to keep her eyes on azzi.
âi think me anâ KK are âfinna go play 2K when we get back to the dormsâ i told her ass she doesnât stand like, a single chance when Iâve been on my grind, and she donât believe me, like, baby, you know iâve been on that shit,â she clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes before sheâs smacking azziâs arm, giving her a sneaky grin, one that signaled whatever she was offering was really gonna be a delight, (it never was), âyou should come chill. you donât gotta play if you donât want, you can always be my lilâ cheerleader.â
it wasnât like her high energy, rapid movement behavior was anything unusual, but that little, barely missable word was.
baby. it rolls off her tongue like itâs been waiting around the whole time, lingering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. she says it with an ease of comfort she canât necessarily place, and azzi doesnât necessarily hate it, but itâs there, nonetheless.
it momentarily stunts her, but azzi still finds herself smilingâ not from any type of fluster or flush miraculously, but one that she usually gives paige when sheâs amused by her, eyes wide and exaggerated as she huffs out a chuckle. âthat sounds⊠boring, honestly.â but, sheâs laughing at the gape on paigeâs face anywa, âi need to shower, dude, i donât wanna watch video games.â she scoffs, before she grins at her, only because she knows itâll piss paige off.
and it does, so, of course the walk out to the parking lot is filled with a whole lot of, âoh my god, bro, youâre so lame.â or, âlike, azzi, you can have a turn âforreal, like just come over for like, deadass a second.â
ultimately, and unsurprisingly enough, paige ends up getting her way. though, sheâll swear itâs only because azzi takes her shower, does some homework and is in the middle of taking out her braids when the word hits her again, and again, and again.
babybabybaby.
she canât really blame the way she rolls her eyes despite herself. her and paige had been close for fucking ever, so there wasnât necessarily much between them that was off limits, but it still resonated within her as something azzi couldnât just brush off. whether that was more damaging than pretending it never happened, she didnât have a single clue.
all she did know, was that paige bueckers got her way entirely way too much. so much so, that azzi has to let out an audible groan reserved only for paige, before she texts that sheâs on her way over.
and yeah, whatever, maybe it wouldnât matter so much if it was just a one-off, or if maybe their friendship wasnât so fucking complicated in the first place.
but then, it does matter, because it doesnât stop happening.
when paige is frustrated at her homework, sitting plainly with her legs at full extension in the study room with aaliyah, ice, and azzi, it leaves her lips in a huff of exasperation, âazzi, babe, this shit really makes no sense, swear.â even if sheâs saying it in the voice that clearly states she hasnât attempted it for nearly long enough to proclaim she doesnât get it, âaz, can you please just come check it out.â azzi canât tell whatâs worse; the fact that paige had said it, or the fact that nobody had even looked surprised that she did.
or when theyâd gotten dressed for media day, everyone milling about as they try not to wrinkle their uniforms or crease their concealer, itâs paige (and eventually nika and aaliyah) that whoops and hollers during azziâs solo pictures, something like, âyeaaaah princess! nationâs best, babyyyyy! work that shit!â followed by a series of whistles that sounded so off pitch it makes azzi snort, rolling her eyes as she purposely avoids the gaze that paige so obviously wants to capture, teetering at the edges of azziâs peripheral with a grin so wide it threatens to make her blush.
and, she swears she doesnât, and instead turns back to the photographer with cheeks only a touch pinker than they were previously, âsorryâ can we do that again?â
really, the only time sheâd ever allowed herself to actually enjoy it, was on the last night at the hotel after a game. it couldnât have been later than two or three in the morning, paige and azzi having spent the majority of it whispering beneath the covers, anything to not wake up the two other girls asleep in the other double bed.
itâs not too bad, having to share bedsâ except that, paige is a chronic cuddler and azzi would rather sleep on the shitty futon than be subjected to paigeâs unrelenting weight against her back, or her arms slung lazily over her, but it was because of that precise position that azzi could even hear the words when she says it.
âmmmh-,â she hums tiredly first, speaking mostly out of her ass, like paige always did when got too tired and let herself start rambling ânight, pretty girl.â
itâs soft, and sort of raspyâ the way paige gets when sheâs been screaming all night on the court, and azzi can really only tell by the amount of ibuprofen that sheâd downed before bed being somewhat more than her usual, that sheâs probably got a headache. itâs a voice she uses when sheâs being sincere.
the quiet sentiment, however insignificant to anyone else, replays in her mind. almost like a secret. almost like the closer she keeps it to her chest, the harder itâll be to lose it.
it makes her whole body warm all over.
her response comes a few beats later, when sheâs sure paige has drifted, and nothing but her measured breath is puffing against azziâs neck, heard only between the two of them.
ânight, p.â
but then, suddenly, everything sort of changes. azzi doesnât know when this part happenedâ maybe itâs between the time she kisses her at that bar, tipsy and too close, unaware of the camera that set the internet aflame, and now, where it was customary that paige did homework with her, or ate dinner with her or slept over all the time. perhaps, itâs one selective moment in the chaos between that had suddenly transformed paigeâs subtle casualty of the pet names, to something more intimate. more for them, rather for anyone else.
or, maybe it was exactly where they knew theyâd end up all along.
itâs after a night out, after neither of them had ever really questioned how this had became their routine. that now, it had become something unspoken, an inherent rule that was followed without it needing to be stated. that, when they got too fucked up with the team, and the ubers were being ordered, azzi and paige always went together, that the address would always end up being paigeâs dorm, and that azzi would always be curling into purple sheets by the time she sobers up enough to sleep.
but, sheâs not sober. sheâs drunk, and her face is flushed hot, sticky with the bar atmosphere. âpaige, youâre making me too hot.â azzi complains with an impatient lilt to her voice, lifting her right shoulder up to her neck as if to shrug paige off, but the girl is relentless, humming her denial as she slid a hand across azziâs thigh, grasping it hard enough that her nails dug into the skin there.
âpsh, youïżœïżœre already hot, shut up.â the words are spoken clumsily, lips brushing against the bare skin of azziâs shoulder with each word, while a sudden surge of annoyance and somehow gratitude courses through azzi for having worn a sleeveless top, âcâmere, mamas, âlemme lay on you.â
sheâs being whiny, and it only makes azzi roll her eyes before her gaze flickers to the screen of the car, giving her another light elbow prod, only this time, a short, sneaking smile is crossing her face. âpaige, âforreal, weâre about to be back anyway.â
this, somehow, only fuels her. âiâm wounded,â she complains, before sheâs pressing a little smack of a kiss to azziâs neck, âmy girlâs so mean to me, shit.â
my girl.
what the fuck ever.
azzi shouldâve demanded an explanation then, but she doesnât.
in fact, thereâs not an explanation waiting for them when they stumble into paigeâs room, their hands in a tight grasp, pulling each other in so that they can both fall against the bed, and azzi really shouldnât have been expecting one. itâs definitely not explained when theyâre somehow under the blankets, and paige has an arm, long and lean, wrapped around azziâs waist to end somewhere between her legs, fingers finding a rhythm that seems to pull the very air from azziâs lungs.
itâs not what azzi was expecting to happen, and yet somehow theyâd fallen into place like it something theyâd done a million times. paige had undressed her, after azziâs complaint of still feeling too hot, and paigeâ not even a singular bit soberâ finds her hands along the bottom of azziâs top, tugging it over her head before she tosses her an old basketball camp shirt that had been slung across her dresser.
âyou gonna sleep in jeans?â is really what had started it, paigeâs pointed tone making azziâs face burn hot, but the smirk on her face never faltered. âyouâre so annoying.â
because then, paige has her fingers hooking into azziâs waistband, eliciting a string of giggles that escape because fuck, sheâs ticklish and paige knows. âwhat? what am i doing?â the blonde is grinning too, snickering under her breath as azziâs pants are yanked down her hips, kicked from her feet with minimal effort until azzi feels it. a featherlight kiss was placed to each of her scarred knees, the inside of her thigh, eyes flickering up to azziâs hazy but steady gaze, âthis okay?â
god, azzi hadnât realized until just then how fucking okay it was.
itâs quiet, sensual even, the way that paige talks her through itâ heel of her hand dragging endlessly against her swollen clit, fingers thick as they arched into her, teeth grazing the back of azziâs shoulder with each word of encouragement.
âcâmon, mamas, jusâ like that.â had anyone known better, theyâd think paige mustâve been getting off just to this, by the way her own voice hitched and caught, her own hard swallows that reverberated in azziâs ear, each laced with little gasps as she plunged into her wetness.
but, azzi did know betterâ paige was absolutely getting off to it. her voice is all breath, crackling and barely audible, murmuring incoherent mumbles that make it almost incomprehensible to decipher, yet, azzi swears she can understand.
itâs in her ear, over and over, that heat and pressure between her legs building as her hips twitched involuntarily against her knuckles, feels the way they slide deeper within her and azzi lets out a noise that even sheâs too embarrassed to recount. âfuck, i wanna hear that shit, need to hear you baby, please.â
it coaxes the orgasm straight from azziâs core, thighs involuntarily squeezing around paigeâs hands, to which the blonde is silent in muted awe. she watches with bleary eyes but bated breath, sitting up only a bit to really witness it. the way azziâs face drew up, eyebrows furrowed and lips parting, the whimper edged breaths that huffed out of her, the tight clamping of her eyes shut.
âso fucking pretty,â each word is punctuated in a kiss, âso good.â
really, it shouldâve been a lot worse for them the next morning. azzi canât help the wave of a ground shaking realization she gets when she rolls over to inspect paigeâs sleeping expression, lips slightly parted, her blonde hair mussed on the pillow behind her. there shouldâve been some type of lingering awkwardness that hung above them, some type of trepidation or fear, maybe even regret.
it definitely wasnât like they talked about it, but theyâd also never quite gone this far. did they need to? probably, because azzi knew that the guilt would probably hit sooner or later.
in fact, azzi waits for it to hit, all the way until paige wakes up, and her eyes are a little puffy, watery blue and clear as she blinks up blearily at azzi like sheâs the finest thing sheâs ever laid eyes on (because she is), and whispers with a grin, âdistracted by my beauty?â
she waits even until the next away game, when her legs are propped up over paigeâs lap and her fingers are drumming absently against azziâs thigh, humming something in her headphones with her eyes shut, looking like a complete idiot, before their eyes meet by chance when paige opens them, and suddenly, theyâre both grinning.
she even waits for it to hit when the buzzer goes off after the fourth quarter of that game, an easy win, and confetti is thrown. itâs chaos really, with all the girls rushing through the tunnel to get back to the lockers. that is, until, paige pulls her aside for half a second, hidden away from the hungry eyes to press a solid, sweet kiss to her lips.
but it doesnât end there. azzi waits for it during her injury, when enough nights in linoleum covered white floors with the constant smell of antiseptic start to pierce the inside of azziâs brain, ruins her attitude enough that paigeâs texts go unanswered. and yet, everytime azzi wakes up, the pain in her leg flared and angry, itâs paige thatâs sat in the corner of the room, huddled under a shitty hospital blanket, waiting for her to wake up.
it went even as far as the loss against IOWA when the roles are reversedâ after the excitement of final four had became real, after the grueling, rampant preparation, and then ultimately, a loss. itâs when azzi gets permission to stick around in paigeâs hotel room until she gets back from the game, and the way that the blonde, finally in the safety of the four walls, found herself crumbling to azzi, becoming nothing but a shell of what everyone perceives her to be, everything paige wishes she fucking wasnât.
itâs only then, that azzi finds herself returning the favorâ arms wrapped tight around paigeâs waist with a burning, sting in her own eyes that she can feel the moment she sighs against the crown of paigeâs head. she can smell the sweat, the smell of a basketball court that had just gotten waxed, but really, azzi just smells paige, and thatâs enough to give her the composure she needs to whisper against her head, âdonât be so hard on yourself, baby⊠you guys did so good.â
and they donât talk about it, because they donât need to. the same way they never had to ask the other when it came to the hospital or bus rides or homework dates or hotel roomsâ it was unspoken, implied but never mentioned. the same way back when theyâd met at USA camp, it was never a matter of conversation for their plays to work, it was all in the matter of a look, or a slight of hand.
and when the team starts asking, giving paige shit about how sheâs missing video game nights with KK or azziâs getting shit about caroline missing her study partner, everybody already knows. when paige tells nika, voice only a little timid as she gives her a condensed version of the last few months like it was a ground shaking news, head tilted to lean on the older girls shoulder, the brunette bursts into laughter. âfinally, took you guys long enough.â
and really, it was a wonder they hadnât been like this the whole time.
a wonder that it had taken this long in the first place.
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Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?
Got me curious :3
Vox x introvert reader!
Warnings!: Non!
Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!
Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (â§âœâŠ) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY
Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!
â€ïžWritten by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3â€ïž
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First things first, he always makes sure the paparazziâs back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But donât worry youâll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.
As the show shows us heâs one little show off! But as much as heâd love to show whatâs his and whoâs heâs with heâd keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.
Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!
If your on the calmer heâd love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press heâs getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listenïżŒ as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.
Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, heâs gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ăïŒÂ° âĄÂ°ïŒă!!
Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you donât know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.
Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that heâs jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where itâs like
âThey said no picklesâ thatâs quite literally you and him
Sometimes holds your hand or links pinkyâs with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!
If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said youâd like, even stuff you didnât tell him⊠weirdâŠ(đ§ă^ă)
Sometimes teases you, just because he doesnât like seeing you upset doesnât mean heâs gonna let you get away that easy!
Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around youâŠ
Heâs devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea heâs foul.. -_-
On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!
Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.
Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others
Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned heâs a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, heâs a gentleman after all.
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AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! â ïœ('âœ^äșș)
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â WE WANNA TALK ABOUT SEX BUT WE'RE NOT ALLOWED
âł COLLEGE AU! PERCY JACKSON X FEM!READER â
â ïž: reader has anxiety, percy being too obvious for his own good, shitty writing (im sorry guys đ), mentions of sex, cursing, emotional cheating (on percys end), not proofread at all, mentions of an anxiety attack, insecure reader
IN WHICH: you and percy have been dating for around a year. however, you feel like he is always choosing annabeth over you, even if he isn't aware of it. tonight, you decided to confront him about it, ending the night not knowing where your relationship stands with him.
requested: yes, by anon
a/n: GUYS IM SO SORRY IM KIKE NOT GOOD AT WRITING ANGST BUT I TRIES đđ JUST MESSAGW ME ABAIN AND ILL REWRITE IT IN A DIFFERENT WAY BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!đ
you knew this talk had to happen at some point. it was inevitable. there was this unspoken tension between you and percy, and you weren't even sure if he was aware of it. for a while, you thought it was just your anxiety driven brain making you feel the tensionâbut you soon realized it was there and not made up.
percy and you had been dating for around a year, beggening right before your freshman year of college started. before that, percy had been in a relationship with annabeth. you were on neutral terms with her;you weren't best friends, but you also didn't hate eachother. but lately, that feeling of neutrality with her was slipping away.
you knew percy and her were close, but you didn't understand why they were as close as they were. you knew percy would never cheat, but you figured he didn't understand not being there for his partner.
anytime you wanted to be around him, he would say that annabeth needed him for something. reviewing notes for class, wanting help with decorating her condo, helping her with a new recipe she was doing, anything really.
at first, you didn't mind that much. you knew they weren't sleeping with eachother or anything, but as time went on, going into the last quarter of the school year, you knew that he would go back to annabeth sooner rather than later. his mind was always occupied with her, somehow managing to bring her up in every conversation you have with him.
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you sat on the beige couch that you and percy had bought at Ikea last summer, looking out to the balcony area, waiting for percy to arrive. as much as you didn't want to talk to him about this, you knew the longer you put it off the harder the talk would be. you assumed he would be getting back in around 5 minutes, knowing the route he takes in his car to get to the condo from campus.
suddenly the old wooden door creaked open, disturbing the silence that blanketed the room. you sighed lightly, still wondering how to even start a conversation with percy.
percy soon came into vision, dropping his jansport backpack onto the floor before turning to you. "hi, pretty," he hummed. "how was your day?"
you decided to ease into a normal conversation between the two of you before asking the inevitable question that could determine the future of your relationship. "it was fine, english has been kicking my ass recently though, how about you?" you asked, moving around so you were in a more comfortable position.
"it was also fine, but if your having trouble with english, i could ask annabethâ" you cut him off with a sigh, knowing that was your que to steer the conversation in another direction.
"could you sit down percy, please?" you say, making eye contact with him for the first time since he came home. "we really need to talk,"
"uhm.. yeah of course" he says looking around the room quickly before sitting down on the sofa. "if this is about those mint cookies, i did eat them, didn't mean to though, promise." he explains quickly, looking at you with a small smile.
you press your lips into a thin line, knowing how different of a conversation this is going to be than that. "percy, where do you see our relationship going?"
there it is. the idea is out there, in the open, for percy to do anything with.
you watch his eyes widen slightly, looking at you with a questioning look. "what do you mean? i mean, obviously we're going to keep living together, maybe get a better place for next year, we could even make our new kitchen like annabethsâ"
"there you go again talking about annabeth!" you said, raising your voice slightly. "i know that the two of you are friends, and i'm fine with that, but not if it's getting in the way of our relationship. almost every conversation you bring her up:annabeth this annabeth that. i know you two are exs, and again, i'm fine with that, but that also means you could have romantiic feelings about her still. i really don't think we should even be doing this if you do, percy."
he sat up straighter at the tone of your voice and what you said to him. "why would i still have feelings for a annabeth? that's why we chose to end our relationship, because neither of us had feelings for eachother!" he exclaimed, attempting to keep a calm voice.
"percy, i really just don't think you're in the mental place to be in a relationship with me, or maybe anyone right now. i don't know what to doâ"
percy cut you off, "what do you mean you don't know what to do? i'm the one being told by my girlfriend of a year that she doesn't know if she wants to continue our relationship!" he sat up from the couch and started motioning with his hands. "I'm the one that doesn't know what to do. it's not like i'm going around and having sex with annabeth. you know i wouldn't do that to you!"
"there are other ways of cheating than that percy, and im not saying your cheating on me, I'm just saying that your mind is still on annabeth, which means I don't know if we should be a thing or not." you said. "and honestly, with the reaction your having, i wouldn't be surprised if you were cheating." you also sat up from the couch and moved to stand by him.
"i understand that, but like i said, i'm not going over there to have sex with her or kiss her or anything like that. all im doing is spending time with her, can i not chose who i spend my time with now?" percy spat at you, giving you a look that made you know he was starting to get pissed off.
"that's the problem percy! your spending time with her, which would be okay, if you weren't canceling on me, your girlfriend!" you said, continuing to raise your voice.
he scoffed at you. "name one time that i cancelâ"
"last week, when we were supposed to go the cafe to study for an exam together. i was waiting for you at the door when you were grabbing your backpack, and then you come up to me and say that you can't go because annabeth had finished reviewing your notes. and, for some reason, you had to go to hers that moment to get your notes instead of saying that you could later and go to the cafe, with your girlfriend!" you rambled, getting more mad remembering the memory.
you saw a small flash of guilt in percys eyes, but you didn't let him speak. "every single week percy! its the same fucking thing! you cancle last minute to go to annabeth, even dates you've canceled. and i know that your not sleeping with her or anything, but you're still putting her first instead of me. and that hurts. it really hurts." your voice became softer, cracking when you finished speaking.
your eyes filled with tears, and you started blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. "so yeah, percy, that's why i'm wondering what's going to be our relationship in the future. because right now, i'm not seeing one at all."
you shook your head as you saw his mouth open, still wanting to talk and get through to him. "i love you, so, so much. and it hurts, knowing that i'll always be out second to annabeth. if you want to continue our relationship, you're really going to have to change, percy. and i don't know if you're willing to do that for me." your tears starting openly falling down your face, your brain thinking of what it'll be like to not have percy in your life.
you saw percys mouth open, so you quickly looked down, knowing whatever he was going to say will make you go over the edge and into an anxiety attack. "...why didn't you tell me you felt like that?" he asked with a soft tone to his voice. you shook your had again, knowing you didn't fully get through to him.
"if you were feeling like that, you could have told me and i would have stopped," percy explained, opening his arms to hug you.
you quickly stepped back, not wanting to touch him. "you know what percy? i shouldn't have even had to talk to you about it, because it shouldn't have been a problem. i would have talked to you about it sooner, but i knew it was going to go the way this is going." you said as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
"your not understanding what you did wrong, just saying that i should have done something. which i should have, but i was to nervous, i know that you're too good foe me, gods, i get reminded every single day! so i didn't bring it up to you because i knew that i could've lost you by talking about this!" you let out your first sob as you finished, now thinking of how your going to have to move all your stuff out and stay at your friends condo until you can find a new one.
"heyâhey, let's have you calm down first before we talk. i promise I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to," he said, attempting to make eye contact before you looked down again.
"can, can you just leave? just for a while, please? IâI need to think and it's just really hard being around you right now." you said through your sobs, feeling guilty of practically kicking percy out of his own home, even if just for a while.
you didn't hear what he said, but you watched through your blurred vision as he walked away twords the front hall, heard him grab his keys, and then heard the door close behind him. you quickly walked into your shared bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of your queen size bed.
you look over at percys nightstand, seeing a framed picture of the two of you on your 6th month anniversary. then, your eyes quickly go to a polaroid in front of the framed picture. you sobs grew louder as you grabbed the framed picture and threw it out of anger, sending glass shards across the carpeted floor.
the polaroid was of percy and annabeth, sitting at the campfire back at camp half blood, both having matching smiles on their faces.
you could never compete with annabeth, even in the form of a picture.
#psychesalcove writes àŒâ§âË.#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy pjo#percy jackson x you#pjo x you#pjo x reader#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson x reader angst#percy jackson x you angst#hoo x reader#hoo x you
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HEYY I WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED FOR THAT FIC WHERE RAFE HAD TO CHOOSE IT WAS PERFECTTTT SO MUCH MORE PERFECT THAN I WAS EXPECTING!!! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUCHHHH YOU SAVED MY LIKEEEE!!!!!
So... Since you saved and now im already in dept with you can I ask for another one??? Pleaseee!! If you dont like Its ok just ignore and If you feel uncomfortable IM SORRYYY.
It would be something like, Rafe gets into a fight as always and then the reader, his friend tries to break the fight and then the other person fighting Rafe says something like "YEAH LISTEN TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/THEYFRIEND" and like every single person on the vicinity goes dead silent because everyone know you guys like each other but didnt realized yet and EVERYONE is scared of Rafe and also both of you have a partner, whos RIGHT there and will for now on live with the knowledge that: Since Rafe and Reader met, every other relationship they would have would be the runner-up.
Maybe Rafe and Reader trying to prove everyones wrong by sticking to the partners but its undeniable how the two are good for each other, how the always serious and scary Rafe looks like a normal funny happy guy when hanging out with the Reader who also goes from a quiet apathetic person ta burning sun.
Sorry this os too long đđđđđ
Also i typed that listening to Entombed by Deftones
Byeee love youuuuuu
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waiting game- r.cameron
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a/n: welcome back light of my life anon. ur too cool i knew u listened to deftones bc only cool people can. thank you for requesting :)
pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, male oc x fem! reader, rafe cameron x female oc
summary: i suggest you look at the ask
warnings: kissing, toxic relationship, rafe is a bit of a fucking prick to Ava and reader, rafe is confused and a dick, cursing, underage drinking, drinking, suggestive mentions, reader is going through it, rafe is a crybaby, violence, creepy guy (I think that's it?)
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Rafe watched as you crossed the busy dance floor, two drinks in hand. Usually, one of those would be his, he was your best friend after all. But in recent weeks, youâd been becoming friendly with a pogue named âElijahâ. He hated him, seriously, he did. He was a piece of shit in Rafe's eyes, and somehow that made you like him more.Â
You and Rafe had been friends since you were little kids, and youâd always brought out the best in each other. When Rafe was around you, he wasnât a lunatic with raging anger issues and a god complex, around him, you werenât the shy, quiet girl everyone knew you to be. It worked well, and you promised each other that youâd never bullshit each other. That meant; heâd never lie to you, and that youâd always tell it to him straight. It worked, and it worked well.Â
So well in fact, that people usually assumed you were dating.
Years and years of being told by your respective friends and family that you two should âjust date and put the entire island out of its misery made the idea even less appealing, at least to you. You always wanted to do the opposite of what you were told, and that meant never even thinking of Rafe in a romantic sense. Obviously, Rafe never thought of you like that either. He didnât think about how sweet your lips would taste, how well you two fit together, how you brought out the best in him, or how much he loved you being around. Heâd never think about how good calling you âhis girlfriendâ was when he had to fend off assholes at the bar. Heâd never even mention how good it felt to know he was your first kiss, and how you were his (courtesy of you two being very drunk 15 year olds).Â
He never thought about any of that. That would be weird, right?
So he stood, his new girlfriend, Ava, hanging off of his arm as he watched you sit in Elijahâs lap.Â
âRafey,â she whined and he winced. He hated that name. âIâm so drunk!âÂ
Sheâd had a beer and two vodka lemonadeâs heâd made with about one shot of vodka between the two, she wasnât drunk. Ava was the perfect kook princess, and she was driving him crazy, but Midsummers was in three months, and his dad told him he needed someone respectable. Thatâs what heâd told you when he asked for candidates, though he mustâve failed to mention the way his dad asked him to bring you.Â
âAva, go sit down then,â Rafe shrugged her off of him. âI have to go talk to someone, ok?â
âYouâre seriously leaving me here alone?â Her face formed a frown, but Rafe couldnât find it in himself to give a fuck.Â
âYes,â he answered before walking off to find you.Â
The last couple of months had been very freeing for you. Youâd finally gotten over the crush youâd had on Rafe for years, and you were finally out having fun and really dating for the first time. You had your friends, and Rafe finally stopped scolding you like an old man every time you went out with the pogues, you made friends with more people from the mainland since youâd started to go to college there, and Rafe had a girlfriend, so he wasnât constantly with you, making your crush come back. It felt good. Elijah was hot, and all you really wanted was to fuck someone, and heâd do just fine. Dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and if the semi he was sporting underneath you now was any indication, he was do just fine in the âfuckingâ department.Â
âSo what are you studying?â he asked, taking another sip. The mixture of drink and smoke in the air made your head spin in the best way.Â
âJournalism and English lit,â you answered, pressing your hand against his chest. âYou?â
âMaths,â he answered and you laughed.Â
âThatâs unexpected,â you chuckled. He looked like he was a surfer boy, not a maths major. His dirt tank top, worn-in swim shorts, and salty skin. He was hot. He laughed with you as his hands travelled lower, grabbing your ass, and you didnât even mind.Â
âI know, right?â He smirked.Â
âSo why did you pick maths?â
âIâm good at it,â he shrugged. âAnd I got a scholarship.â
You nodded. âSo can you do like, any maths question?â You knew it was low-hanging fruit in terms of flirting, but you really werenât in the mood for trying very hard. It was late and you were pretty drunk.Â
He nodded nipping at your lips with his own. Your conversation was long forgotten as your finger ran through his hair and he groaned into your mouth. He was a good kisser, despite his wandering hands, which were either on your ass or tits, but again, you didnât mind.Â
He pulled away with glazed, lust-filled eyes. âYou wanna get out of here?â
You nodded, then pulled him back in to kiss you.Â
âY/n!â Jjâs voice rang out in your ear, and he started to tap you hard on the shoulder. âEli!â
You pulled away, annoyed. âWhat?âÂ
âRafe is beating the shit out of one of Eliâs friends, can you talk him down please?â
âWhat?â Eli asked. âWho?â
âJosh,â Jj answered. âLetâs go Y/n, before Rafe kills someone ideally!â Jj said it in a sing-song voice to mask the truth in his words. Rafe had come very close to seriously hurting people before, and every year he was just getting stronger (thanks to his gym addiction and never-ending rage).Â
You reluctantly got off of Eliâs lap and ran behind Jj as he led you to the scene.Â
Rafe was beating the shit out of Eliâs best friend, Josh and he was not looking good. He was trying to fight back, but you could tell he was close to tapping out, though you also knew that Rafe didnât do âtap-outsâ.Â
âRafe!â You shouted as the circle of people silenced. âStop being a fucking idiot, get off of him!â you grabbed one of his arms, angry now. Your nights were always getting ruined by Rafe, especially recently. He had no right to pull shit like this, it wasnât fair that you always had to clean up his messes.Â
âYeah exactly, listen to your girlfriend!â Josh spat.Â
The circle of people watching went dead silent, and phones stopped recording. Both you and Rafe froze. Josh dropped to the floor, and Eli walked him off without sparing you a glance. The moment was frozen, and you were stuck in place, staring at Rafe's eyes.
Rafe could always tell how you were feeling but he couldn't now.
And it scared the shit out of him.
After another moment of confusion and being frozen, you looked after Eli, and tried to walk after him, but Rafe grabbed your arm.Â
âCan we talk ab-â
âNo! You fucking asshole! Did you really need to ruin tonight for me? Seriously? Go fuck yourself Rafe!â You cursed, then turned to the crowd around you. âRafe Cameron is not my boyfriend, nor will he ever be, the shows over folks, fuck off!â
And with that you ran off to find Eli and Josh.Â
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Rafe was searching the party for you. You werenât where Eli had been before, and he wanted to talk to you, to drag you away from that piece of shit.Â
In all honesty, the past few months had been a very confusing time for Rafe. Heâd started college (only because his dad asked him to), heâd gotten his first long-term (3 months so far) relationship, heâd gone off drugs for the most part, heâd started feeling things for you.Â
His best friend.Â
Not that he hadnât realised it before, but you were just so⊠you. So gorgeous, so smart, so funny, all of you. It was proving to be an issue, so heâd stopped hanging out with you so much, at least until he could figure out what was going on. He was about 99% sure his feelings were platonic, because everyone felt this way for their best friend, right? Obviously. Totally. Maybe?
He crossed the dance floor, only to be met with the face of Josh, Eliâs friend. And he was talking about you.
âYeah, Eliâs got the only fucking hot girl here,â He smirked. Rafe hated how he smirked. He hated how he looked. He hated everything about this man, the one heâd never even met. âIâll ask him if heâll share,â he laughed like a sleazy piece of shit, and so did his friends.Â
âExcuse me,â Rafe tried to move past them, but Josh grabbed his arm.
âOh shit! Youâre the boyfriend,â Josh chuckled and Rafe didn't correct him. âSorry dude, sheâs all mine tonight.â
And thatâs when Rafeâs right hand made contact with his face.Â
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Rafe stood there staring dumbly at his bloodied and bruised hands. Youâd never spoken to him like that, ever. Rafe knew he could fly off the handle, and he knew it annoyed you when you had to fix everything for him, but youâd never complain. Tonight. Tonight, it finally boiled over and you shouted at him. Like he was anyone. Like he wasnât your best friend, your Rafe.Â
âYou ok?âÂ
Topperâs voice cut through the ringing in his ears. Rafeâs eyes were glossy with unshed tears and it was taking a lot of willpower to not scream and try to break something, or sob and run after you.Â
âFine,â he said, letters over-punctuated as he rolled his eyes, looking up to stop the tears from falling.Â
âRafey!â Fucking Ava. âDid you get into another fight over me again?â She sighed, faking anger. He knew she didnât give a fuck if he fought, she only cared about what the fight was about.Â
âNo,â he answered, getting closer to her face, dwarfing her with his tall height. âGo away.â
She pouted. âRafey-â
âStop fucking calling me that,â He cursed, grabbing the wrist of her hand, which was reaching to touch his face. âAva, go home.â
âYou brought me here,â she mumbled.Â
âYeah, so find another way home,â he chuckled softly, delighting in making her feel small.Â
Ava looked down, angry now. âYouâre a piece of shit, you know that?â
Rafe just smirked. âBut youâre still with me, so I must not be that bad,â he laughed in her face. âUnless itâs just your daddy issues-â
He was hit so fast he didnât even know what had happened.Â
âDonât ever talk to her like that again,â Kiara scoffed, squaring up to Rafe. âAva, you can get a ride with me, ok?â Ava nodded and walked off with Kiara as you appeared.Â
Kiaraâd hit him. And heâd deserved it.Â
Kelce and Topper cleared off, they knew this was about you.Â
âHowâs Elijah?â He rubbed his red cheek.Â
âJosh is fine, thanks for asking,â your voice was cutting and precise.Â
âI asked about Eli,â Rafe growled, grabbing your hand.Â
âAnd I answered about Josh.â
He chuckled. âYour friends suck.â
âYour girlfriend is a bimbo.â
Rafe smiled. âAnd she takes dick like a champ, what more could a man want?â
Your face went from mild annoyance directly to disgust. âIâll see you later,â you scoffed, starting to walk off.Â
âWait, wait, wait!â He called after you. âI-Iâm sorry, ok? I was an asshole, and Iâm sorry. That was a gross thing to say, Iâm drunk and I just got beaten up, can you please forgive me?â he begged.Â
But you were still walking away from him, and he was losing you. He followed you through the hoards of people, pleading and begging for you to forgive him as he trailed behind.
Finally, on the most secluded area of the beach you turned to him with tears streaming down your cheeks, and he felt his heart break.Â
âFucking hell Rafe! Can you not just notice anyone else around you for once!? You just ruined my fucking chances with Eli, you just beat the shit out of someone, and you just treated your girlfriend like she was some fangirl, you think I was to be associated with you right now? Let alone with you right now?! Can you stop being so tunnel-visioned? Fuckâs sake!â You wiped your eyes. âIâm so sick of being your fucking babysitter, youâre older than me Rafe! Please act like an adult! Treat your girlfriend better and treat the people around you better!â You sighed. âTreat me better.âÂ
Rafeâs heart was breaking. He never wanted to hurt you, that was the one thing heâd sworn heâd never do. You were with him through everything, through thick and fucking thin. And he was treating you like this? This was unacceptable,and he felt so guilty he wanted to throw up.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, the tears finally falling. âIâm sorry.â
You nodded, crossing your arms over. âWhere?! Where are you fucking sorry Rafe? Because all I keep seeing is empty fucking promises and bullshit excuses,â You groaned. âYou think I want to be the one scolding you? You think I want to have to de-escalate situations for you? No! This was my one fucking night off from work too, and you ruined it.â
âIâm sorry,â he was breathing heavily, heâd never felt so shitty.Â
âRafe,â you sighed. âPlease donât say things you donât mean.â
And with that you walked away.Â
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You dialled Eliâs number and prayed that he would answer.Â
âHey,â he sighed.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you immediately answered. âCan we still meet up?â
He sighed into the phone. âIâm not sure Y/n, you kind of seem⊠preoccupied with Rafe.â
Fuck. Yet another one of your relationships ruined by Rafe Cameron. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou donât see it?â he chuckled. âYou two are perfect for each other. Heâs like the most angry and uncontrollable guy Iâve ever seen, and you control him and calm him down by just breathing. And you were the most shy and quiet person Iâd ever seen, but when I see you talking with Rafe, or just being around him, youâre so much more brave and extroverted. Itâs seriously impressive. You two complement each other Y/n. You bring the real him out, and he brings the real you out. Thatâs beautiful, and iâm not going to be the person to fuck that up.â
You finally understood. Rafe loved you back. You loved Rafe. Simple. Why did you ever overcomplicate this?
âOk, thanks Eli,â you sighed, then hung up. You were still angry with Rafe, but you needed to tell him, and you needed to go now.
When you turned around, you ran straight into someone, Rafe.
âI couldnât just let you walk away, you were crying and-â
âIâm super pissed with you, obviously,â you interrupted. âBut I love you, like, love you. And I have for a long time.âÂ
Rafeâs jaw dropped. Thatâs all he had wanted to hear his whole life, and he only wanted to hear it form your perfect lips.Â
âI-I-I-â he took a deep breath. âI love you too.â
He went in for a kiss but you pushed him back. âIâm still pissed, and you still have a girlfriend.â
He nodded, agreeing. âRight.â
You pressed your lips to his cheek. He smiled. There was a moment of silence.Â
âTanneyhill?â he offered. You agreed, and you walked there hand in hand.Â
While you werenât together yet, you would be.Â
And that was enough for the both of you.
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GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time đ
the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?
Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously đđ)
Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.
Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..
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what?
IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME đšđšđšđšđš
And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.
-đŸđȘđ
Traveling girlscout anon ;3
Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)
Letâs get into it!
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Bela
Until recently, Bela was convinced youâre a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least
Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human
But, within hours already, this changed
Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least
After all, all about you screams just that
The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance
Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails
Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp
She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back
She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin
Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though
Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own
Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature
Really, she loves this
While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature
And then, to her biggest surprise, thereâs the tatttoo
Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house
Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage
She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return
What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes
Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time sheâs known you
In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood
When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass
At times you prefer it directly from the source
As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly
To this day, itâs something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else
Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so
Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature
You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside
In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night
The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you
Youâre never seen in it, always stay in when you can
Your paleness almost matches hers
Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside
When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust
At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes
You donât quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her
At least, itâs an opportunity for you to watch her
Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside
At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers youâre allowed to store there
Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out
Itâs winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle
Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless
Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters
Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship
And so sheâs curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead
You promise, youâll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it
Only is it during the dayâŠand while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high
Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you
Upon hearing her reasoning, you canât help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown
Youâre not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: youâre human
As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe
And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally
You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience
But, you would do anything for her
And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery
You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips
Cassandra
Having met you officially as her motherâs advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire
In all the time she has and does see you, youâre covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own
You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark
You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers
Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Motherâs infamous hosted balls and festivals
A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status
Her believes havenât changed to this day, even
When she hunts, you join her at night
And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her
The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one anotherâs bodies and words until itâs time to head back to the castle before the sun sets
She never questioned why you donât like the sun. After all, all vampires donât like it, canât stand it even
You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture
She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams
Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them
And while theyâre not as strong or sharp as Cassandraâs, they are still unnatural looking
Of course, sheâs very keen on them, as you realize early on
She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isnât careful and cuts herself on them
Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough
At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around
Itâs rare times, but itâs still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck
At those times itâs often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection
Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when itâs your turn to take from her
Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so youâre sure you couldnât live through it
You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal
As such sheâs usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you
Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward
Itâs divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that
Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from
While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack
Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, itâs clear sheâs Cassandraâs plaything now, awaiting the womanâs attention in the basement
And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest
A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it
Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there
Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own
You smile whenever you see it
The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really
Sheâs out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature
Youâre at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest
It wouldnât be the first time the two of you stay out all night
And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now
With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands
As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back
Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again
As you sink to your knees, sheâs immediately by your side
She doesnât understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back
She never considered that, unlike her, you donât heal as fast
Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds
You donât notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face
Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger
âYou stupid mortal!â, she cusses, and you canât help but grin stupidly at her
You doubt youâll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you
She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didnât tell her you were human, as though it wasnât obvious by your blood alone
For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you
She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutantâs blood
You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before
At least, she doesnât treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass
Daniela
When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it
You are it
Her true love!
Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasnât found happiness yet!
Because of course, her true love would be like her!
Youâre even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist
Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it
Of course, it must be a sign
A sign youâre her soulmate!
Often, she traces your tattoo
When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch
Youâre taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too
She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight
She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family
Youâre a Dimitrescu by heart, sheâs sure
Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours
At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing
With both of you detesting the cold, thereâs nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her
Danielaâs not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all
You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days itâs often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature
Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality
Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days
Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes
Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots
Often, it gets her excited. Youâre always eager
Another way for you to warm her up, after all
In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want
Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesnât have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day
On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her
As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!
Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even
You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks
Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that youâre sure she sneaked from the kitchens
She canât tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while sheâs spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur
Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once youâve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room
At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees
Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then
At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you
She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat
And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can
You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence
Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break
Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her
Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her
But, no such thing happens
Your skin doesnât crystallize, doesnât even bruise
You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly
âIâve got youâ, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice
She doesnât understandâŠ
As you return to your room, itâs her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her
She canât understand..not even a scrape?
You grow more and more confused with her
Why is she so surprised?
Upon voicing her confusion, you canât help but laugh a little
As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression
You explain youâre mortal, something you never quite thought youâd have to do
And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago
She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her
Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly
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hiii i fear tumblr may have ate my ask so i'll say it again just in case--if not im so sorry please ignore this i don't mean to rush you or anything :')
wanderer, candy(does that count?), fluff!! :D
(oh oh also can i be đȘanon/saturn anon? if not thats fine! i just thought i'd ask since i think i've been sending asks consistently enough to identify myself ^^)
notes wc 800; HII your ask wasnt eaten, i was just taking a long time writing the requests LMFAO. of course u can be saturn anon!!! welcome welcome to the blog (this ask was sent a month ago and i am very much late. idek if anon is still active hereâŠ) tbh i wrote this and just went with the flow HAHA
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You unceremoniously dump the pile of imported goods on the table, causing quite a scene in the silence of the House of Daena. They scattered about, and some even clattered onto the floor. You grinned proudly at your friendsâ dumbfounded stares.
Tighnari was the first to speak. âIâm assuming you had fun on your vacation in Inazuma?â
âDo you even have money left?â Alhaitham asked, quite incredulously. The most emotion youâve seen from this month.
It took you a moment to respond, and you felt momentarily distracted by the strange sensation of being watched. âWell, no,â you said eventually. âBut I bought all this for you guys! Be more grateful, will you?â
Kaveh clapped his hands. âThis is incredible! I havenât gotten the chance to try any of these local delicacies from Inazuma!â
You nodded approvingly. See? Was that so hard? âYes, I know. Arenât I such a good friend? Youâre welcome, all of you.â
Belatedly, they mutter their thanks.
You went on a tangent, reciting the food sales pitch you memorized from the sellers, feeling remarkably intelligent. They didnât have to know that, half the time, you were the personification of a lost tourist/foreigner/idiot in Inazuma and just decided to play it safe and keep most of the souvenirs as food.
They segregated their wanted share and thanked you again. They left you some of the candy, which you had no qualms about eating for yourself. As you all fell into the lull of a conversation, the feeling worsened, and youâve had enough.
You turned to your friends. âHeâs been staring at me for about 30 minutes nowâŠâ
They each cast their discreet glances.
âAre you scared?â Kaveh asked worriedly.
âLook at that look in his eye!â you said. âIâve seen that same look in Rishboland Tigers!â
âHeâs not going to eat you,â Tighnari sighed. Well, he wouldnât know that. Only Alhaitham has met Hat Guy, and he seemed to be amused instead.
âViolence is not permitted in the Akademiya grounds,â Cyno said seriously.
âMaybe itâs not you heâs looking atâŠ?â Tighnari tried.
âCyno, switch with me,â you ordered.
Wordlessly, he obeyed. The group watched in disbelief as Hat Guyâs gaze simply moved to where you sat next. He wasnât even trying to hide it.
âMaybe heâs interested because itâs a candy imported from Inazuma,â Cyno supplied thoughtfully.
âThatâs a good point. Iâm surprised you didnât make a pââ
âDonât you meanââ Cyno held up the box that displayed the Inazuman Electro symbol on the front, âshocked?â
You hung your head. You spoke too soon. âOK.â
Tighnari watched your face for a long moment, but it didnât feel as charged as the guy sitting a few tables away. âYou donât seem to hate the attention,â he concluded at the sight your giddy smile.
âNo, I really donât,â you admitted sheepishly. âHeâs smart, and heâs handsome. Of course Iâm interested. I just wish he would be a bit more normal about his flirtingâif heâs even flirting. Should I give him some?â
You didnât wait for an answer as your chair scraped backward and you faced Hat Guy directly.
âMake sure itâs just the candy youâre giving!â Kaveh called out.
âI see that Sparks are flying,â Cyno said.
Walking over while you held his gaze was excessively awkward, but it was worthwhile seeing Hat Guyâs little smirk grow like he was pleased you were taking his challenge. It was a bit of a problem, however, that he was undeniably attractive. If he was cute from afar, he was drop-dead gorgeous up close.
âY/N,â you said, in place of a greeting.
ïżœïżœïżœThey call me Hat Guy,â he mused. âThose from Inazuma?â
âYes.â Suddenly embarrassed that the bullshit you were spewing was picked up on by the guy who everyone was pretty sure was born in Inazuma. âDid you hear me?â
Hat Guy shrugged, plucking one candy from the pile on your hands. âYou did pretty well. But I only have one criticism, and I can tell you bought most of them from the same place.â
Ah, you did do that. He tore off the plastic and popped it into his mouth, expression turning sour. âThe best ones come from the locals. You shouldâve asked the kids,â he advised.
Mouth dry, you said, âYeah, I shouldâve.â
Everyone told you that the mysterious new studentâHat Guy, you now learnedâwas prickly and slips off when someone approaches him. His birthday was apparently a very thrilling eventâin the case that everyone had to hunt him down to give him his cake.
âWant a tip?â he asked, head tilted and looking entirely pretty. His tongue rolled around as he ate hisâyour candy.
âYou seem to know best.â
âTake me with you next time.â
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idk why but I fell in love with Michael- Im always into mammon in both whb and obey me but I kinda want to see an nsfw with michael where you/mc edge him enough that he starts begging while his tied like in his christmas L gradeđ©
Hi Anon ! thank you so much for your request !
And sorry for the delay, I was waiting a bit until we got some more information about him, and now we do ! So here it is.
Iâm also whipped for both mammons, but obey me mammon is always going to be the first :(((
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đđȘ: Edging (m receiving), praising, passive aggressive praising, a tiny bit of degradation, humiliation, begging, handjobs, riding, oral (m receiving)
âPretty thing, who wouldâve thought you could be so loud even with your mouth fullâ
âFwk iu (fuck you)â
Michael, even with his mouth full with a ball gag has only muttered insulting words toward you for the past 2 hours, if words could kill you wouldâve been long dead 1 hour and 59 minutes ago.
You understood him anyway, because Michael had spent those last two hours having his rock hard dick being relentlessly rubbed my you without having any relief.
âShould we take this off ?â You tease the leather straps that were holding the ball gag âI kind of miss that pretty voice of yoursâ
Michael trembled at your voice which made you laugh, for the Dust of Decapitation, The most frightening Angel, Heavenâs Law, he looked pathetic, his chin, neck, and part of his chest were covered in his spit, and even some was spilling in his rock hard dick, the right side of his face was drenched in tears coming from his golden eye and his body was completely immobilized.
You leave a small kisses all over his wet cheeks as you straddle his lap, and in a swift movement you unclasp the gag, once heâs free from the restraint you feel his heavy breathing in your neck âIâm fucking killing you after this, insolent humanâ
You feel Michaelâs body tremble, he desperately tried to hide his whimpers in your neck, he was about to cum tried his best to hide it from you so he could finally have a release, you moved your hand even faster up and down his shaft, and unconsciously he began to whisper small pleads near your ear.
âPlease please please please pleaseâ he repeatedly begged you to let him finally come, you felt a wet patch forming in your shoulder from his tears and spit, and your hand in his dick was wet from his precum
Just when Michael thought he was finally going to have a release, you placed your left palm in his dick head and your other hand squeezed the base of his shaft, completely ruining his orgasm.
âFuck you !â Michael yelled at you while sobbing âI fucking hate you !â
âYou donât deserve to cum, maybe next time you should beg moreâ you sternly tell him while still gripping his hard on âalsoâ you get close to his ear âI donât want you cumming anywhere but inside meâ
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