#is this mostly me joking yes but is there truth to this. well. yes!
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ok here is the thingâŠ..i was thinking to myself abt why it is that i am like i truly cannot connect w these ppl on a fundamental level that i go to law school w like i talk to ppl and stuff but here it is this is the problem these ppl are SO NORMAL. all they talk abt is NORMAL THINGS. like they r just like idk!!! i was thinking to myself like you know on a scale of telling a person all of my intrusive thoughts (i have friends i do this w) to do not even know my last name level these ppl do not even hit i can text them and make them vote for my favorite bb houseguest for afpâŠâŠtheyâd be like why tf are u asking me this. like THAT level normal. let alone could i EVER reveal my intense love affair w supercorp the pairing of supergirl and lena luthor from the cw series supergirl (2015-2022) like?? they do not get me they could never get meâŠâŠwhy do no ethical freaks go to law school. do u know how hard it is to hide being a FREAK surrounded by NORMIES. itâs harder than hiding my homosexualityâŠ.and NO they are NOT on the level where i could reveal my lesbian status either just bc i like ppl to deduce that for themselves if they are enlightened enough. and are they? perhaps but idc. the ONLY friend of mine that reached the i will say in passing smth that reveals i am definitely gay level w me transferred so i am like oh itâs hopeless now i truly only have the normiesâŠâŠ.like can i be real w u all i am being so serious rn. NO freaks NO lesbians NO lesbians who can match MY freak specifically every day i wake up and go to normie school and i have to pretend to be ok w it. well i am NOT!!! but thats okâŠâŠwe move.
#michelle speaks#is this mostly me joking yes but is there truth to this. well. yes!#ok i FORGOT SMTH. i was going to say itâs like these r the kinds of ppl where if ur like oh iâm going to kms theyâre not like yeah lol#theyâd be like maybe you should see a counselor are u ok? do u know what itâs like to have to stop myself from saying i was to kms every#3 secs. every time someone i like how r u iâm like umm. itâs a lot. as my normie way of saying i want to kms. bc theyâd be ALARMED.#i could say i want to kms to my friend that transferred đ she really left me to rot & die here itâs ok tho. iâm (GENUINELY) not mad abt it#or anything just a little bummed but itâs like good for her etc. but iâm like girl take me w u đđđđ#i make it seem like i hate these ppl i literally donât theyâre all fine & nice. but i hate pretending to be normal đ
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Am I the only one who thinks most of the Marauders and the Slytherin Skittles would have the biggest praise kink in history ?
warnings: smut
James would have one because of his constant need to be perfect, to be what he thinks the others need him to be: the perfect son, the perfect friend, the perfect student. But he always has doubts âam I enough ?â, âam I doing enough ?', âwill they like me ? â, âwhat if they donât ? what if they hate me ?â He needs to be reassured that he is. He is enough, he is more than enough.Â
I feel like it would be more prominent while he is intimate with you. He is mostly afraid of not living up to the expectation he thinks you have of him. So you make sure he knows that he makes you literally touch the sky.
ïżœïżœïżœThat was the best match iâve ever watched ! Merlin, you were brilliant on that broom Jamesâ after Gryffindor wins the last match of the year.
âWhat do you mean âstupidâ ? Theyâre your glasses baby, they help you see. And you look really hot wearing them in my opinionâ after he overhears someone talking about another person and saying they look stupid with that specific pair of glasses.
âLike that, baby. Youâre doing so goodâ while he is covering your neck with kisses and gentle bites.
âYes, yes, fuck, right there Jamieâ after a particularly deep and strong thrust leaves you breathless.
âYou look so good between my legs, loveâ while he is eating you out messily and hungrily and so, so perfectly.
âNo one feels as good as you. No one could ever make me feel the way you do, Jamesâ while he is still inside of you, catching his breath and looking at you with devotion.
âAre you sure it was ok ?â
âJames, it was more than ok. My legs are shaking baby, that's a sign that it was pretty damn amazingâ
âAre you serious ?â
âApart from the very lame joke I am sure youâre thinking about, yes, I am. Actually, why donât I show you how serious I really am ?â
âWhat do you mean, baby?â
âI mean that youâre gonna fuck me again and iâll show you how much I always crave your lips, then a third time and iâll make sure the entire castle hears how you can make me cry with just your tongue, then a fourth because that perfect dick of yours needs to be fucking worshipped, and, finally, a fifth to show you that you fuck me so good that not a single coherent thought processes in my head when you're taking me apart on your cock, JamieâÂ
Remus would have one because he has hated himself his whole life. He feels like a monster, like he doesnât deserve all the love he is surrounded by, like all the good things people say about him are just lies. And he knows the truth, he knows he is nothing but an horrid creature and that he doesnât deserve to be loved. Except that it isnât the truth, and you tell him everyday.
With him I feel like it would be more out of the bedroom, and outside of sex, but not exclusively.
âYouâre really good at that spell Remus, mind showing me how itâs done ?â after he gets a rather difficult charm right at the first try.
âYou look very hot today, Rem. Well, you look hot everyday actuallyâ which makes him blush from head to toes.
âYouâre the best, you know ? You really areâ after he explains a difficult concept that nobody else got, but him.
âHoly hell, right there Remus. You feel way too goodâ while he eases in and out of you with a steady rhythm, knocking the air out of your lungs.
âYou take such good care of meâ while he is going down on you, slowly, sensually and with a glint of hunger in his eyes, knowing exactly what to do to make you fall apart.
âI love you, you know that right ?â
âYes, darling. You tell me everydayâÂ
âWell, thatâs not enough. From now on, I'll tell you twice a dayâ
âBut why ?â
âBecause itâs true' and then you give him the sweetest kiss.
Sirius would have one because he has been told his whole life that he wasnât enough. That he needed to be better, to do better, to be a better heir for the Noble House of Black, to be a better son, to be a better brother. He was told that he was worthless, that his parents had no use in having a son like him. He was a disappointment, a shame to the family. For them he didnât exist anymore.
But for you he was the most perfect person to ever walk on earth. Your brightest star.
He would love it both inside and outside the bedroom. I feel like he would also ask you to tell him something that makes him feel good, especially when he is having a bad day. He has no problem being praised in public, but he becomes especially vulnerable when youâre intimate because he can finally let go.
âTell me what did I do to have the best boyfriend ever ?â After he brings you flowers one day because he told you they reminded them of you.
âItâs ok Sirius, youâll get it eventually. Youâre one of the best students, you just need a bit more time which is totally fineâ after the tenth time he tries to get one of the most difficult spells right, only for it to go wrong.
âYouâre worth it Sirius. Youâre worth every single good thing that happens to you, never doubt thatâ after he breaks down reading one of his mothers older letters, full of foul words directed at him.
âYouâre such a good boy, arenât you ?â after he listens to you so well, kissing every inch of your body.
âFuck, you should see yourself baby. You look so good, so perfect for meâ while youâre on his lap, riding him slowly to savor that sultry fucked out expression on his face that makes you go feral.
âYouâre so sweet, Sirius, do you know that ? So fucking sweetâ after you bob your head on his length, swirling your tongue around his head to suck gently as his taste coats your mouth.
âWas I good ?â
âYouâre always good, Sirius. More thanâ
âAre you sure ?â
âDo you want me to describe in detail how good you are at splitting me open in every position known to man ? Because I can do that if you want. Might take three whole days though, a week if you want me to talk about that sinful tongue of yours, tooâ
âI think we have enough timeâ and then you both start laughing.
Regulus would have one because heâs been second his whole life. Second for his brother, second for his parents before Sirius left , sometimes he feels second even for his friends. He thinks no one cares deeply about him, heâs just there as a rebound. Heâs never been anyoneâs first choice, and he thinks he never will be.
You make sure he knows that not only he would be your first choice in every lifetime, but that he would also be the only choice for you, no one else would or could ever compare. He is the center of your universe after all.
I feel like he would blush like crazy and pretend he is annoyed by your words when youâre in public and you praise him even for the simplest thing, but his eyes would also warm up a little, just for a second, before going back to his blank and rather stoic expression. He would be a mess in the bedroom though, when he can finally let go and he allows himself to feel good about the sweet words that leave your lips.
âYou have the prettiest eyes I have ever seenâ after he catches you staring at him for a moment too long.
âYour poems are literally art, Regulus. I canât believe you can write like this, you know this is pure talent, right ?â after he shows you his poems for the first time and you nearly cry because more than half of them are dedicated to you.
âYou were so good up there, Reggie. And the way you caught the Snitch ? Fucking incredible. You are incredibleâ after Slytherin wins one of the biggest matches of the season thanks to Regulus catching the Snitch one minute from the end.
âYou feel so good, love. Stretching me out so wellâ after his cock slides inside of you perfectly, filling you up so nicely.
âEyes on me, Regulus. Theyâre so gorgeous, I want them focused me while I make you cum, ok ? Be good and keep them openâ as you stroke his length up and down, feeling the velvety soft skin on your palm as you give his head a gentle suck, tasting him on your tongue.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre all fucked out, Reggie. You feel so good taking me like thisâ while youâre riding him and he looks at you with hazy eyes, lust and pure bliss fogging his brainâ
âIâm yours Regulus. Iâm undoubtedly, irrevocably and utterly yoursâ
âPromise meâ
âI promise, Iâm not going anywhere. Iâm afraid youâre stuck with me forever, actuallyâ
âMmh, itâs gonna be hard, but Iâll survive I guessâ while youâre still joined, one body and one soul as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, his tone sarcastic but betrayed by the smile that's progressively growing on his lips.
Barty would have one because his father never gave him his attention. He was never enough for him, never a good son, never a good student, never good. He was constantly ignored, and the few times his father acknowledged him was to tell him that he was a lost cause, a disgrace, a shame. He was just a stupid boy, too reckless, too careless, too unhinged, too much, and, at the same time, never enough. But it wasnât like that. He was a bit impulsive, and sometimes he went a little bonkers, but he was a good person, and there were people who cared about him and his well being. You always made sure he knew that. He was your priority.
I have a feeling that he would be completely unashamed of being praised in public exactly like he is praised in the bedroom. Probably not in front of the whole school, but he wouldn't really care if people eavesdropped, his crooked grin widening when he notices their horrified faces. It is their fault, they could mind their own damn business.
âYes, Barty, youâve been a good boyâ after he asks you if he has been good after getting an O in Potions.
âBaby, weâre in public, I canât just scream about how good you fuck me. There are people eating, for Merlinâs sakeâ after he sees a guy talking to you before sitting at the table in the Great Hall. He asks you if you could tell him that he is the only one who could make you come with just his skilled fingers.
âDonât think like that ever again, Barty. You are not a lost cause, you aren't. You deserve good things, you deserve the best things, sweetie. You deserve to be loved, and I do. I love you so much Barty, donât ever think you are not important to me because you are. You mean the world to meâ after he receives a letter from his father asking how a cretin like him was able to find someone who could love him. If he hadnât begged you to stop after calming down a little you wouldâve been in Azkaban with a murder charge by now.
âFuck, I love when you do that. Feels amazing, babyâ after he trails a path of kisses down your chest only to focus on the tender flesh of your nipple as he sucks gently, and grazes it with his teeth, teasing you.
âHarder, baby. I know you like it like thisâ while his thrusts become more erratic, stronger and deeper and you can hardly think.
âYouâre cock is perfect, Barty. Fills my mouth so nicelyâ while youâre sucking him off, his tip hits your throat and you swallow as the loudest moan leaves his mouth.
âI told Mulciber that no one can make you scream as loud as I doâ
âYou did what ?! Barty !â
âWhat ? Is it not true ?â
âI- of course itâs true, but why did you have to tell him ?â
âHe was being rather cocky about the fact that he could make you scream like, and I quote âa bitchâ. Then he started using other very disrespectful words to describe you baby, and at that point I had to punch him right in the face, because no one has to even dare to talk about you like that. He is actually lucky my Sectumsempra is not perfect yet, or he wouldâve ended way worse. And then I added that little detail. I probably shouldnât have done it, but I was furious. Do you want me to obliviate him ? I can do that if you wantâ
âItâs fine, he needs some salt rubbed on his woundsâ
âAre you sure ?â
âYes, baby. And itâs nothing new, I'm sure the entire dorm hears me when youâre fucking me, I can't help it. Now come on my knight in bloody knuckles, letâs go to Madame Pomfrey to get those bruises checkedâ you kiss him lightly before heading to the infirmary.
Thanks for coming to my Ted talk đ€
And thank you for reading đ
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fade into you, lmh x reader
genre/tw est. relationship! suggestive, pure sugar cane fluff (like high fructose corn syrup fluff), minho only knows how to talk with his hands </3, gn!reader!! minho calls you kitty and honey <3!! seriously cavity inducing fluff be warned !! mostly uneditedâŠ
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omg i havenât posted a fic in so long nor have i written anything in months :(( but iâm finally a lot more settled after a busy drama filled couple of months! I hope you love this fic as much as i loved writing it. Iâm not kidding when i say i wrote this in an hour on my phones notes app, donât be afraid to tell me how you feel hehe đ©”
Itâs cold outside your sleeping bag, frigid morning fog seeping into the once cozy tent. You shiver at Minhoâs nose pressing into your neck, his face as cold as a dog whoâs been outside too long.Â
Youâre not sure why you let your boyfriend convince you to camp in the middle of autumn⊠less sure why he insisted it was just the two of you, but you could never refuse Minho when he asked you so nicelyâ hands easing sighs while his mouth asked the question; the only thing you could say was yes, over and over.Â
Unfortunately, the ecstasy of being asked was not akin to the actual experience.
Insistent rain stormed down from the second you arrived to the last minute before your eyes closed, Minho in all his excitement forgot the cooler and was forced to drive all the way backâleaving you to shiver in the tent alone. No, it was not the romantic getaway your boyfriend promised, but being here nowâwarm despite the wildernessâs wishesâyou think it could be.
âAre you still cold, honey?â Minho asks, his voice just a whisper amongst the whistling trees.Â
With your eyes still closed, you can only imagine what he looks like⊠Soft with sleep, his eyelashes cascading shadows across the slopes of his skin, beautiful like hypnos after creating dreams. You can feel his breath against your neck and his hands clutching at your waist, so safe despite how strong he is.Â
âNo, min, Iâm just rightâ you say, and you can feel his laugh, rumbling through him, feel his smile against your skin.Â
You wish he knew how much you cherish him⊠how much you treasure these little moments with him. How youâll think about this moment every time heâs away from you; rolling the memory around your tongue like itâs a piece of candy.Â
Sometimes, youâre sure you can see a cord running from you to him, wrapping around the two of you like cling wrapâlike every moment youâve ever had was crafted by the fates, your story weaved by the gods themselves.Â
âJust right huh?â he says, before heâs lifting his head to look at you, eyes open and beautiful. âWell goldilocks, look how pretty you are this morning.â His smile is mischievous and if you didnât know better you may think he was joking, but his tone gives him away: too quiet to be anything but the truth.Â
âMinho!â you cry, embarrassed by compliments this early, âlay back down, I need you to keep me warm.â He smiles down at you, knowing you well enough to see that youâre flustered, itâs always too easy; one compliment, and your skin is hot, his kiss lasts a second too long and youâre pulling away shaking.Â
Minho doesnât think heâll ever get tired of making your blood rush, enjoying the chase even when he has you.Â
When his skin gets closer to yours again, chest to chest/heart to heart, you find yourself breathing his air like you share one pair of lungs. Heâs so close to you, searing your skin even as the sleeping bag pulls awkwardly around your legs, letting cool air settle around your figure.Â
His lips are so close to yours, one breath away from a kiss, so close you can feel his words flow into your open mouth.Â
âAre you warm now, kitty?â he asks, his eyes boring into yours before flitting down to look at your skin; miles and miles of it under his hands, valleys of skin that are his as much as yours.
âIâm warm, Minho, are you?â Just a whisper.
âjust right.â A smirk.Â
One breath, two breaths, three, and then heâs kissing you. Lips urging gasps to flow out of you, hands grasping at his tension filled spine. Youâve shared many kisses, sweet and sultry, frantic and lust filled, but something about this hunger is foreign to you.Â
His kiss is filled with wanting yes, but itâs almost like heâs trying to tell you something but forgot the words. His hands on your thighs urging you to listen, please please please understand, they say, clutching at the muscle like heâs afraid youâll never know.Â
But you do, and so do your lips and your hands and you try your hardest to speak his language; responding to every bite with a nip of your own, gasping when his hands ask, kissing away the sleep still in his eyes. You know what heâs saying, I love you, Iâm sorry youâre cold, Iâm sorry I made you come on this rain coated trip, I love you I'm sorry, I love you I love you.âÂ
Your boy, always so embarrassed to tell you how he feels, but never afraid to show you.Â
When you pull apart, hands locked together still, eyes gleaming with an inside joke, a shared confession; you can see he wants to say something, see heâs trying to build the courage to split his heart open. Instead he flits his eyes up to the sky and smiles.Â
Look honey, the suns coming outâÂ
And you understand.Â
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Oracle!Reader Part 24
Masterlist - Part 1, Part 23, Part 25
Warning! My AU is yandere and can involve gore. Sensitive topics appear in this series. This chapter is a bit bloody but not that bad.
In all honesty, you never expected to be the one to say ânoâ to a proposal. Love wasn't something you frequently chased, and being a heartbreaker was even farther from your mind.
Maybe that's why you laughed so merrily at Zhongliâs face when you rejected him.
Then again, he wasn't proposing his heart, nor his love. Morax, Rex Lapis, or rather Zhongli was offering an alliance of mutual benefit.
âWhat's your reasoning for rejecting my proposal? I may not marry you as the Geo Archon, but I'm not undesirable as I am now.â
He takes a moment to think as his fingers taps on his chin. The way the diamond of his iris shrinks and the slight grimace on his face raises a red flag in your mind.Â
âYou arenât rejecting me solely due to the fact that Iâm not operating as this countryâs Archon are you?â
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The smile on your face becomes tight as your hand shakes with the unmeasurable amount of effort to not flip him off right there. Just what did you do that could have caused such a stupid reasoning to come from his usually smart mouth?
âWhat the fuck made you think that I even gave a shit about you being an Archon?â Well maybe you couldnât hold your tongue, but granted you didnât really need to either.
The man bristles, but ultimately doesnât answer your question, choosing to instead repeat the first question. âWhy are you rejecting my proposal, then?â
âBecause you donât love me.â
âI could learn to love you.â
âBut that goes against the terms and conditions of what a marriage is supposed to consist of.â
This brings Zhongli to a halt as he stews on your answer. With a smaller voice, he continues, âThe legalities of our marriage would be decided on what vows we utter during the ceremony.â
âNot according to the Creator.â Itâs like saying âno youâ in an argument, especially with how Zhongliâs face contorts into clear annoyance.Â
âWith what proof do you claim that as the truth? Nothing in any scriptures on Teyvat says that.â He seems to realize what answer youâll give him even before you open your mouth by sighing.
âBecause Iâm the Oracle.â The self-satisfied smirk on your face is clear as you step closer to poke his chest. âUnless youâre suddenly going to claim that Iâm wrong? Should we cut off another limb? Maybe your pitiful rat-tail as an ornament to decorate it.â
He pushes you away by your head, the material of your mask is cool under his fingers as you let him push you back with a laugh. He tsks at your antics and smoothly replies.
âHave you finished laughing? Thereâs no need to pick at my appearance when I wouldnât do the same to you, whenever you would have shown me your face once we wed.â
Light laughter calms down into a brief hum as you take in his words. Itâs all just a well-timed cover-up for the internal panic that you had at realizing that marrying him would mean being forced to reveal yourself one way or another.
âFair point. Do you really want a serious answer from me anyway?â The swift conversation turn doesnât go unnoticed by Zhongli, but he concedes by answering.
âYes. Your reasoning may bring me more information on the Creatorâs personal beliefs, or even aspects of humanity that I failed to learn firsthand yet.â
âLike rejection?â The smart-ass reply is met with an unimpressed stare as he comments. âHumorous, but not incorrect.â
âI wasnât completely joking when I said that itâs mostly due to the Creator. Marriage in Liyue at least is mostly decided by the parents.â Your chapped lips become a bit more manageable to speak with as you lick them. âI donât remember mine, and the closest thing you have to a parent is the Creator themselves, or maybe Teyvat?â Which was a weird thought, but you couldnât really be sure how to view it.
âTherefore your marriage, or at the very least, my marriage, considering that I was personally sent on a mission by them, should be under the Creatorâs control and only theirs. My opinion on it shouldnât matter.â This was how you remembered Chinaâs history worked, so Liyue hypothetically should have a similar system.
Zhongliâs frown deepens at your answer as you shrug your shoulders. As if you didnât just make this whole answer up so that you can avoid marrying the ticking time bomb that wouldnât hesitate to murder you in a split second.
Sure, there was increasing evidence that your acolytes gained this weirdly strong attachment to you, but you werenât betting your entire life on it. The moment the mask was gone, your life was going to follow it.
âThen it seems I can do nothing but accept your teaching. Thank you for enlightening me on a topic that I was unaware about. Can I chalk this up to something you learned about from the scriptures written in Cloud Ret-â
He cuts himself off as he looks down at the bustling streets below the balcony. âXianyunâs old abode? The oneâs written in indecipherable language?â
Damn, you really forgot about Cloud Retainerâs humansona. Just thinking about accidentally running into her during your visit to Madam Ping makes you irritated in advance.
âNo, there are other scriptures that the Creator led me to when I was exploring.â You didnât want Zhongli trying to trace it back to Cloud Retainers introvert cave. In fact, it was more entertaining to visualize Zhongli searching every nook and cranny of Liyueâs vast lands for said âscripturesâ.
The sun hits your eyes directly from its position as you try to guess the time. It had to be at least 3:30 at this point, right? Just how much time did you have to see Madam Ping before the dinner with Ningguang?
Who were you even kidding, you didnât know how to tell the time by the sun. Youâll have to ask someone once you finish rejecting Zhongli.
Noticing your far off gaze and attention no longer on him, Zhongli let the petty, unexplainable indignation at the action simmer as he forcefully turned your body to face the door.
âI believe Iâve taken up more than enough of your time. Youâd best be on your way to whatever task may be next on your schedule today.â
Now you feel pretty bad about spacing out like that. âSorry Zhongli, I was just trying to figure out the time-â Your words seemed to go ignored as he pushed you out the doorway.
âDonât bother worrying.â Is his brief response. The touch and pressure of his hands is firm and reliable in a way you canât fully describe, before theyâre removed swiftly as if he was burned. âInstead, you can focus on relaying your gratitude the next time we meet.â
Before you can question the strange sentence, the door is already slammed shut in your face. The whiplash of his actions settles as you stare at the wood in bewilderment. Instinctive, your feet lead you back down the stairs as you toss Zhongliâs sudden attitude and words in your mind.
Surely you werenât that rude? Youâve done and said much worse things to him after all. Replaying your conversation yielded no new revelations, so with a sense of unease, you decide to take his push for your departure as his weird version of sulking.
What he expected you to thank him for wasnât something you were going to worry about now. The sun shines on you, making the mask a bit warmer against your skin as you exit the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.Â
If he didnât bother explaining what you should be thanking him for, then it must be something either very big or very noticeable. Walking past where the balcony was, you look up and can only spot the empty chairs and simple table.
Time will tell, you suppose.
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You arenât completely sure how you expected your meeting with Madam Ping to go, but being stuck inside the temple with your neck being examined carefully by the older woman wasnât a possibility you had in mind.
âUm, Madam Ping, Iâm quite sure Xianyunâs claw marks arenât there anymore. Theyâve long healed at this point.â
âChild, you shouldnât brush off injuries left by the Adepti so easily. Many can leave varying, strange and frankly annoying effects that can permanently alter your body if not taken care of.â
Sighing, you use your right arm to sip the tea Ping generously made for you, as your left arm was also being examined for any amber fragments from Mountain Shaper.
âYou really donât have to worry. Dr. Baizhu was the one who healed me up, so thereâs nothing off about my body.â Ping relents and lets you fix your clothing as she steps away.
It was honestly surprising when she first spotted you and immediately apologized for her Adepti companion's actions. Yaoyao and Shuyu, Xianyunâs youngest disciple, were quick to be corralled away as Madam Ping brought you to one of the smaller rooms for examination.
âIt must be an illuminated bird quality to be somewhat violent toward me. Maybe when I meet Xiao, Iâll get an injury from him too.â The joke slips out easily, but when Ping sighs and shakes her head in disapproval, youâre quick to shut your mouth.
âThat would be even worse, as the karmic debt can be accidentally seeped into your wound that way.â Each sentence Ping says is clear worry, so you canât be too annoyed at the slight nagging.
âEven still, I hope you have it in your heart to pray that the Creator forgive my headstrong and stubborn companions.â And hereâs the catch. âIâm afraid it hasnât been long since any of them have been trying this hard to understand humans on a personal level, so they tend to revert into their more proud egos when faced with the unexpected.â
There it was, all the excuses. You were really hoping Ping wouldnât be the kind enabler that asks the victim to forgive the assaulter under the guise of some excuse. Youâve dealt with more than enough back on earth when bullies actually had abuse and other fucked up shit going on at home.Â
Likewise, you werenât about to put up with it from some âilluminated beingsâ that had more than enough years to learn how not to be judgmental sad sacks of shi-
âIâll still properly scold them for you, but itâs the Creatorâs opinion that Iâm truly concerned about.â Would you get in trouble for punching her? Probably. Yanfei is close with her and the best lawyer in existence.
It wasnât worth it, you told yourself. It wasnât worth it to argue with Ping about whether it was okay for the Adepti to hurt you or anyone else, solely depending on how connected they were to the Creator. It absolutely wasnât worth it to point out how the Adeptiâs lack of control over their emotions and harsh judgements couldnât just be scolded away. And that they definitely werenât allowed to get away with unneeded violence simply because theyâre stubborn.
The building tension as Ping continued to ramble and your death grip on your pants was broken by Yanfei walking in while looking off to the side.
âGranny, I heard you came - Oh. Hello there!â Yanfeiâs casual greeting had you melting back into the oracle position as you smile calmly at Yanfei.Â
âHey, nice to meet you. I was just talking with-â Youâre cut off by Ping moving to stand in front of Yanfei and begin to explain and introduce you. Including the fact that the other Adepti attacked you and that you were the oracle.
Well, itâs better than you retelling the story. Itâs better to let others lie for you, especially considering the close relations. Itâs not like Pingâs way of speaking was fast or overwhelming, it just felt like you would be wrong for whatever reason if you tried interfering.
Doesnât stop the surge of annoyance, though.
Deciding to just leave as soon as possible and not get into a fist fight with a hidden Adeptus, you move off the bed and walk closer to the duo. Without much trouble, youâre able to slip past them until a hand tugs your wrist quickly before releasing it.
âSorry, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you before you leave. My name is Yanfei. I'm the top legal advisor in Liyue.â A business card is handed to you as she speaks.
Accepting it, you examine the card to not be rude before stuffing it into your bag. While youâll probably forget about it, itâs not bad to have it in case you visit Fontaine. Or if things with Ninggnuang get into legal territory.
What actually got your attention was how Yanfei went through the trouble of cutting off Ping to speak personally to you. Could this be the first Adepti related character to treat you with respect as a normal person?
The fact that youâre amazed by basic human decency is pretty fucking sad. The difference in treatment between her and Ganyu despite both of them being half-adeptus is staggering.
âThank you. Just as Madam Ping explained, my name is Y/N, and Iâm an Oracle for the Creator.â At least the old woman didnât butt in yet. âYaoyao visited me yesterday to meet her. I just didnât expect to meet you here as well.â
âYou suit your position rather well.â Her head tilts slightly to the side, making the Mora decorations jingle. âAlthough I havenât met you before, just by your appearance alone I can guess that youâre either-â A finger is raised. âA - youâre not from here. Or B - you donât have a traditional job.â The second finger joins the first as she takes in your appearance in completion.
âI would put inhuman beings or vision holders on the list, but your aura is completely that of a human, but also not one of a vision holder. In a way, you remind me of the traveler.â
âIt does make sense.â You reply with a noncommittal shrug. âThe traveler was the first Acolyte, and Iâm the first Oracle, so thereâs bound to be some uncanny similarities between us.âÂ
Madam Ping wistfully sighs at the mention of the traveler. âAh yes, the Hero of Liyue. I was able to gift them that teapot, but what a shame that I donât have another one to spare for you, esteemed Oracle.â
And here comes the half-praise, half-demeaning words thatâs meant to belittle you into feeling worthless while giving meager praise to make her sound generous.Â
âThere would be no need to, since I intend on enjoying our Godâs creations rather than hiding away from it in an Adeptal piece of machinery.â A wide grin adorns your face with canines clear to see, but your voice is as excited as a childâs with innocence clear.
Those that hear you would assume nothing but ignorance at fault, but the ones that can see how your eyes dimly gleam with mockery would think otherwise.
Isnât it so good that Yanfei is by your side while Ping is in front of you?
The words clearly hit a nerve, as Pingâs smile drops into a horribly wrinkled frown. Yanfeiâs teal eyes look between you two with a smile that dissolves into a confused furrow of her brows.
âMy apologies, child, I was unaware that you were so deprived of empathy for others that you can reduce the hard work of the Creatorâs chosen protectors of this land into a symbol of defilement.â The last few words are scathing as her face contorts into a gruesome mess of sagging skin.
âGranny, I understand why youâre mad but-â Yanfei takes a step forward, but is cut off by Ping raising her hand while stepping closer to you.
âI can now understand why Shenhe, that poor pitiful child, was so conflicted about her emotions toward you. I may not understand why the Creator chose a human of your breed to have that holy position, but I can only pray that this journey teaches you a lesson concerning those that you have wronged in this way.â
âGranny!â Yanfei yells in shock as she moves between you two, âHow could you say something like that to them? Youâre not only insulting them, youâre also insulting the Creator!âÂ
She turns around to face you as she shots a grimace behind her at the fuming hag. âI am so sorry about this, you should probably go now.âÂ
Nodding with a sad expression, you speak in a confused tone. âI-I understand. It was nice meeting you and Madam Ping. I hope we can talk again sometime.â Twisting open the doorknob and pushing it open, you sneak one last peek into the room.
Yanfei has her back to you as she yells on a whisper level. Ping doesnât look all that pleased until her eyes stray to yours. The smugness practically rolls off you in waves as she scorns at you with disgust.Â
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It was official.
You were lost.
Looking at the doors and people walking around you, you tried to remember what path you took with Ping. But each door looked the same, with different people rushing in and out.
None of them even had time to talk to you as they wheeled out screaming and bleeding people from room to room. You got glimpses of dressings pressed haphazardly on wounds as you continued walking.
Surely you still had enough time until Ningguangâs dinner?
Trying not to freak out over the time, you continue marching throughout the seemingly endless hallways and avoid bumping into the doctors, nurses and more that rush around you. Eventually you arrive at an area of the building that looks a bit calmer.
You spot a woman wearing a dress looking similar to a work uniform and decide to ask her for directions leading out of the temple. Youâre about to call out to her when she opens a door and enters it while cheerfully calling out.
âThank you so much for all the help despite your busy schedule!â She continues to walk in, giving a half-hearted push to close it.Â
Sneakily, you plant your foot right at the hinge of it, making it stop before it actually closes. A sense of déjà vu nags you as you stand outside the room with your head resting against the wall. You close your eyes to listen to the conversation.
âItâs no trouble at all, Daiyu. I always enjoy volunteering to help those who offer sacrifices to the Creator here.â Thereâs a light tilt to the voice while remaining sturdy, a good indicator that the speaker is who you think it is.
âEven so, as the Yuheng of Liyue, you still have many duties. Much more than you did when you first began to help out all those years agoâŠâ The anxious woman is met with a brief chuckle.
âAs Iâve said before, Daiyu, you can call me Keqing during these times. Iâm not here as the Yuheng, but as a servant of our God to learn more.â The faint click of heels can be heard as drawers of what you assume are bandages are opened.
âWell, have you finally come to a conclusion? You know about whether self-mutilation is an âoverdoneâ and an âinferiorâ way of worshiping the Creator?â The question is met with brief silence before Keqing responds.
âIâve already made up my mind around the same time as Rex Lapisâs death. Self-mutilation isnât exactly wrong per se, but it should not be our main way of worship. Our bodies were painstakingly crafted by the Creatorâs hands and should not be abused. Itâs why Iâve strived to keep myself in perfect shape.â
A sigh can be heard with an almost bitter note.
âBut humans can not regrow lost limbs. Thus, I do not believe self-mutilation is the best way for humanity to worship the gods. Blood offerings and even human offerings of other criminals can be done, but I believe that self-mutilation should be left for extreme sins and for the Adepti to present.â
With eyes trained to the blood-stained floorboards beneath your feet, you push yourself off the wall. It seemed you werenât going to gain any useful information from here.Â
âThe public wonât accept that kind of view that goes against what weâve been taught for thousands of years. Then again, that never stopped you before - Aw, damn it! Thereâs barely any medical supplies here, too.â
The tapping of your feet walking away is concealed by the clicking of heels.
âThereâs nothing left? Ugh, probably Ningguang again. Sheâs always doing this stuff.â
But perhaps you should have stayed just a bit longer.Â
âThe Tianquan?! Oh, please donât let her know what I said! I quite like my job!â
âRelax, Daiyu, she wouldnât care about your complaints even if she did hear them.â
âThen why are you frowning like that?â
You never know what you might hear.
âItâs just a bit strange to me. Not long ago she was doing all sorts of planning with an annoyed expression, but this morning she was pleased. She must have either taken care of whatever was bothering her or hatched the perfect, foolproof plan for it.â
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Thankfully, you did manage to find your way back to the first floor. (When did you even walk up the stairs?) Most of the people there were rather calm, with incense and prayer rooms decorating this floor.Â
The smell was of cinnamon and something with a strong woody scent. The oneâs in the prayer rooms had healed scars exposed, either doing a full floor bow or at least on their knees.
If they had them, at least.
It was a gruesome sight if you were to be honest. Some had skin raw red from what looked like boil scars, others with self-inflicted writing carved into their skin. Words like; âHoly Oneâ, âSaviorâ, and the most popular one of all: âBeloved Creatorâ were in some way permanently branding their skin.
The wind blew from a certain hallway, as if Teyvat was trying to finally lend you a hand in leaving this temple of smoke and blood. Taking long strides past the rooms that muttered and screamed at varying levels and intervals, you see a set of wide doors.
WHAM
The whir of a sliding door before it slams into the doorway is all you hear before a hand is wrapped firmly around your wrist and pulling you into the dark room. Your breath is knocked out of you as the soles of your shoes search for purchase.
Your hands reach up to where you were grabbed to dig into the scalp of your assailant before you both fall to the ground from the struggle.Â
âLet go of me!â You grit out as the slender fingers continue trying to pin you down. A feminine grunt of pain is heard as you finally manage to push her away, making your assaulter hit the wall.
Like hell! You werenât just going to leave after being attacked for no fucking reason. Rushing forward, you pin the person against the wall as your eyes adjust to the dark room. Silvery hair can be seen in a tangle between your fingertips as you hold her wrists against the wall.
âShenhe, what the fuck were you thinking? Are you still pissed at me? I thought we cleared it all up.â With a mix of anger, disbelief and pure confusion, you stare at her face as her features slowly become more defined.
âI just wanted to see you againâŠâ The kicked puppy look is not suiting the bloody bandages wrapped around her left eye. Or what used to be her eye. âI didnât hurt you this time.â
âDragging an unsuspecting person into a dark room isn't not hostile either, Shenhe.â She simply stares at you in silence, as if sheâs incompetent enough to not understand your words. âWe almost fought to our deaths last time we met. How am I not supposed to assume that youâre trying to hurt me?â
Shenheâs head drops a little bit as her mouth opens and closes repeatedly with no success. After giving her a moment, you sigh with a hint of annoyance and let go of her. âI have to get going, Shenhe. I'm not going to sit and wait forever.â
âIâm sorry.â You glance back down at Shenhe as she sits on her knees with her hands clenched tightly on her thighs. âIâm sorry for hunting you down so insistently while framing you as someone who wronged me on a personal level.â
Could you really accept this apology when you did stab her first for killing those Hilichurls you were friends with? Then again, they did give you liquor while Shenhe convinced herself that you were an evil entity. âThanks for the apology, but that still doesnât change much. I spent days in Bubu Pharmacy trying not to die from all the shit you and Yelan put me through.â
âI already heard about it and saw the vivid details of your healing progress while I waited outside your window that day.â Those words alone had you whipping your head around to her as your jaw dropped.
âShenhe, what the hell!?â She staggers back to her feet with a worrying sway before taking mute steps towards your shocked form.
âA good partner is one who is attentive and keeps detailed track of their lover's affairs and health, correct?â Trying to wrap your head around the twisted logic she presents you with, you bury your face in your hands.
âYes, but not in the context of our relationship.â You stress as your arm automatically reaches out to stop her from swaying to the ground. With your hand firmly on her arm, you continue to speak. âI know that you donât really use that word often considering Xianyunâs teachings, but itâs pretty fucking important.â
A sole iridescent blinks lazily at you before her whole body weight is pressing down on you. Itâs less of a hug and more like a âglompâ. Deciding to hold her by her waist to prevent being crushed by the pure muscle mass that made up her body, her forehead rests on your shoulder.
Itâs burning. Definitely unusual for a Cryo vision holder.
âShenhe? Shenhe can you hear me?â You ask as her glazed over eye stares into yours with no recognition seen in them. Swinging your head around, you finally spot a blood stained coat off to the side.
âCâmon, Shenhe, just work with me a bit to get you back to bed.â You spit out as you carry more of her weight to avoid dragging her on the floor. Thankfully, she helps out by wrapping her legs around your body and despite the slight constriction, you still manage to carry her back to bed.
Dropping her on the bed, you carefully fix her up. Brushing her hair out of her face, pulling the covers back over body, and adjusting the surrounding bandages around her injured eye to fit snugly.Â
She did apologize after all, it would be cruel of you to leave a person with a fever and probably an infection a mess on a bed.Â
That didnât mean you were going to stay and nurse her back to health. Ningguang was probably at the restaurant at this point, and you werenât going to be late for it.
Turning around, you take a quiet step toward the exit until a hand wraps frantically around your wrist.
âYou forgive me, right?â Heavy breathing fills the room as her sweaty skin clings to the little contact she has with you. âI apologized sincerely, Iâll do it again if I must.â A trembling eye stares into your soul as her voice breaks. âPleaseâŠâ
You stare down at the disciple with an unreadable expression until a smile breaks out onto your face. Shenheâs grip loosens as hope begins to light up. Your other hand gently removes her fingers from your wrist before you whisper.
âWhy donât you sleep on it, Shenhe?â
Her eyes slide shut from pure exhaustion as you walk away and exit the room. After taking note of the room number, you resume your short walk to the exit. A nurse is nearby and just as you pull one of the wide doors open, you lean in to whisper a brief message.
The door closes shut behind you as the nurse rushes away. With careful footsteps, you walk leisurely toward the Xinyue Kiosk. The burning stares of civilians and soldiers alike are rolled off you in waves.
It was pointless to fight with the puppets when the puppet master invited you to meet her.
A feel like this part took forever. It's just the beginning of my spring break before I have another quiz and exam. So my break is just more studying, wonderful. My editor didn't need to do much considering the small size but I also feel like this wasn't the best of my work. I did write piece by piece every few nights when I got back home dead tired. I really can't wait for this semester to endâŠ. But I'm also really excited to get started on the dinner with Ningguang! Taglist is always open!
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pervy boyfriends
bllk boys who would âin my humble opinionâ be pretty pervy towards their s/o.Â
Shidou, Isagi, Karasu headcanons (low-key nsfw), i tried to be gender neutral but maybe itâs a bit more catered towards afab/fem reader for the Isagi part.Â
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Shidou:
Letâs stats by the most obvious of em allÂ
He is OPENLY and PROUDLY an OFFICIAL PERV
Letâs call it as it is
We haven't seen him talk about lovers canonly yet but i feel like heâd be a monster
This man is ALWAYS making dirty jokes to you
About you mostlyÂ
Oh and public or not, he doesn't care, he if thought of something, you best believe he gon say it, regardless of whether your dad is around.Â
He takes a sick pleasure in exposing your kinks to the whole word, especially ones youâve told him youâre embarrassed aboutÂ
He likes it specifically when he says something in a public setting just loud enough so you will never know for sure if people heard him or not
Likes does his teamâs goalkeeper know that you like being choked or not ?? You will never be sure ! (And it's not like you're gonna ask him)Â
You never really heard it for yourself but youâre quite sure he talks about your sex life to his friendsÂ
Cause multiple times they came up to you and made a joke that was suspiciously realÂ
âhaha Y/N did you have a cat attack your boyfriendâs back ??â âY/N can you help me out for next weekâs anime convention ? I heard youâre quite good at cosplayingâ
You even received a leash from a secret santa (you don't have a dog ???)
Youâve tried to ask him about it once, he jokingly said yes, so you never sure he actually meant itÂ
But youâre scared that if you ask too much he gon make it worse.Â
Mind you Shidou is not just an asshole that crosses your boundaries. You had actually told him you were actually kinda into people low key knowing youâre a freak. But you could never say it yourself. So heâs actually nice and thoughtful to his s/o here.Â
So yah let's say Shidou is not ashamed to explain to people what his position he likes you in
Also itâs almost obvious atp but he likes dirty talking in uncomfy places cause he knows it takes you very little to get you started, so heâs there getting you horny in the middle of applebees likeâŠÂ
He likes telling you all the things heâd do to you once you're back home.Â
He also often shares the details of how hard he was in the shower this morning thinking about you and how he chose to wait until you guys could do it cause he felt it would be a shame to waste his âprecious cumâ (his words) anywhere but âyour pretty bodyâ (again his words).Â
So as I said, certified unashamed pervy boyfriend.
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Isagi:
Now I think this would be an unpopular opinion because everyone and their dad headcanons Isagi as âa sweet caring innocent boyfriend đ„șâ and while I agree that is true, he is multifaceted to me.Â
To me, he would also be extremely pervy to his s/o, but unbeknownst to them.Â
Like the minute youâre turning your back to him, heâs staring fouly at your ass
If you bend down to grab sum, he will not bother to look under your skirt that lifts up or your exposed cleavage.Â
But again, he will only do it when he knows you canât see him.Â
He likes watching you doing the most innocent things and adding a double meaning to it in his head
Like you eating a skewer will be something far more dirty in his mind and you whining at the antiseptic on your wound is, in another setting, something way sexier.Â
So everytime you see him smile at casual things you do, like getting on your knees to tie your shoelaces, you think wow he loves me so much, but truth is yes he loves you that much, actually way more.Â
Isagi will always make the most far fetched double entendres to you, knowing damn well youâre too innocent and maybe head in the clouds to ever get it
So he says it, sees you agree mindlessly, and smiles to himself.
Iâm telling you heâs an undercover perv.
Some of his dirty minded friends that have, they too, experience in that field, will sometimes get these double meanings he tells you and chuckle at his reaction to your non reaction.Â
Unlike you, THEY know heâs toying with you and tbf they also find it quite cute
Isagi is not the type to put out all your sex life to his friends tho. But sometimes, just sometimes, he will (again) make innuendos about things youâre good at, like doing or like receiving.
But again, when he says it it's with a straight face.Â
So his friends are never sure that he actually did mean what he said or if that innuendo was a pure coincidence.Â
He just smiles smugly to himself
Also final addition: he knows your weak spots and he plays witit.Â
Like he knows you're quite sensitive so he purposefully places the coffee grounds on the top shelf to see you struggle, have you jump around to see it jiggle, watch your shirt lift up and inevitably come to your help by grabbing said item from behind, basically squeezing you between him and the counter, pressing his dick into your ass, knowing damn well thatâs enough to have you blush and moan.
But as always, you just think to yourself that he's so nice to help you, and you're so sensitive for reacting to a simple thing.Â
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Karasu:
letâs not forget about this pretty boy cause i feel we ALL know he can be so pervyâŠ
To me, this boy is always, ALWAYS touching youÂ
He alwaysss has a hand on you like at all times TT
Saying hello ? Good morning kiss
He tries to find you in public ? When he sees you heâs gonna make himself known by laying a hand on your hip
He won a match ? You know already heâll grab your ass when he finds you.Â
He does not care about decency or whatever that social construct is:Â
If he wants to feel you up, he will.Â
Donât care if his teammates are taunting him, if your friends are here, if a camera is filming
He likes the feeling of your skin on his, knowing youâre real cause he can feel it, feel the friction and the heatÂ
And he also likes knowing youâll always be available for him, lending him a kiss whenever he asks for one
He should know by now you're never gonna say no, cause you love him so much, but heâs always looking to be reassured that you are his.Â
So with Karasu, it does not stop at hand holding when you're going out
More like, hand holding, stroking your ass, kissing you passionately then placing his hand on your chin, smiling and walking again like normal until five meters further he wants to feel your waist.Â
Mind you you tried to tell him this was not socially okay, being so explicit on PDA. His answer ?
Says who ? Itâs not like people don't know where to be together. I dont think I'm breaking news to them that we get physical if I kiss you in public.Â
âBabe, this is not about the kiss on my cheeks in public. Iâm talking about you stretching my shirt collar to look at my cleavage while youâre on half time and a whole literal stadium is looking at youâ.Â
âWhat, you want to keep it a secret that I smack you ass naked when I win ?â âWell yeah that's kinda exactly what i'm sayingâ âUseless to bother hiding, they must know alreadyâÂ
BUT THEY KNOW CAUSE HE WONâT STOP BEING SO HIGH KEY IN PUBLIC.Â
So yeah when I say heâs a perv I mean he wonât bother to wait till behind closed doors. He will whisper in your hearts while grabbing your waist from behind no matter if you are in the middle of ordering coffee.Â
At least youâre sue he loves you and wonât mind letting others know
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A/N: yayyy this came up to me as i was falling asleep, Isagi staring relentlessly as your ass the second you turn around and then thought yeah he'd defo not be the only pervy bf in bllk. Hope u like it~~ still have many more things to write.
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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader
[Chapter 22] || [Chapter 22.5] || [Chapter 24]
Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ cw: selfish john price, also john price is a hypocrite/liar? Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Their drinks + nicotine of choice is fully INSPIRED by this post by @ceilidho
Chapter 23: Kiss and Tell?
Simon, Kyle and Johnny sat outside the base, in the open air, each one of them engaging in their typical vices.
Simon with a milky breakfast tea and a nicotine patch, Johnny with a vape and an Ultra Blue Monster, Kyle with a weird green tea drink and a cigarette.
Itâs way too early in the day for them to be doing that⊠But they are nonetheless.
Theyâre just having some downtime, talking to one another, shooting the shit⊠Not at all waiting for you to wake up and text them back, not at all.
John joins them soon after and sits beside them, carrying a cup of black coffee and one of his usual cigars. He sits down with a groan before kicking his legs up on the ledge of the outdoor table.
âCaptain.â The men greet him as he lights his cigarette and grumbles a âLadsâ in return.
âA word?â John says as he puffs from his cigarette, wet lips and tongue tasting the brown wrapping as he sucks in the smoke.
That attracts the attention of the other three, all of them glancing over with varying degrees of displayed intrigue.
âIâd like in on your little⊠agreement.â He says casually while exhaling the smoke and taking a sip of his pisswater-like coffee.
The lads look at each other, almost like silently begging each other to say something.
âWhy, Captain?â Kyle ends up asking, leaning forward on his knees to glance at John.
âWhat Ghost said resonated with me.â He explains. âHow I enjoyed my time with them as well.â He says simply.
âRight, but thatâs different from datinâ them.â Ghost retorts as he sips from his milk tea, brown eyes locked onto John as if trying to read his intentions. âCanât just force something that isnât there.â
âI know that, Simon.â John retorts, his eyes boring into Simonâs harshly, causing a blonde eyebrow to raise in response. âBut I wanted to talk with you lot about it before I go on pursuing them.â He explains.
Simon can tell John is hiding something, but he knows better than to address it in front of everyone. He knows Kyle and Johnny trust John blindly, and he doesnât want to ween them of that with a harsh reality check.
âWellâŠâ Ghost says with a shrug, fingers nudging at the nicotine patch on his shoulders while pretending to stretch his arms a bit. Heâs been wearing them as an extra âpick me upâ for a decade now. âNot like weâre a⊠âclosedâ relationship.â He explains.
âWeâre not?â Johnny asks playfully. âYeâre seeinâ more people on the side, L.T.?â Johnny quips with a smirk on his lips while setting his Monster can down and taking a hit from his flavored vape.
âYeah, you cheating on us?â Kyle jokes with a smirk.
âOh, piss off, both of ya.â The blond retorts and rolls his eyes, sipping his tea once more, earning some laughs around the table. âBloody insufferable, you are.â He adds, causing the younger sergeants to nudge each other while murmuring âHeâs talking about you.âs to one another.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is,â He tells John as he looks the older man in the eyes. âyou shouldnât be askinâ us about this. Itâs all on them if they take you into the fold.â Simon retorts.
âAlready did.â John replies, eyebrows raising as he takes another puff of his cigar. âPaid them a visit last night, explained what I felt about your situation, they eased a lot of my worriesâŠâ He trails off. Heâs mostly saying the truth.
âHelped me realize maybe I was just⊠feeling left out.â He says. He conveniently forgets to mention he spent half of the night rearranging your guts. They donât need to know that.
âNo way, Captain, ye were jealous?!â Johnny teases and then bursts into laughter, for which Kyle joins him.
âYeah, yeah, take the piss out of me all you want.â John quips and rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but hiding a little satisfied smirk behind the rim of his mug. Heâs not going to deny it.
âWell, Iâm fine with it⊠The more the merrier!â Soap says to Price with a chuckle and a wagging of his brows.
After a sip of his green tea drink, Kyle speaks: âFilthy pig.â, earning a nudge on his side.Â
âHaud yer wheesht! I werenât the one balls deep in âem last week.â Soap retorts.
Johnâs attention is turned to the bickering Sergeants, having been unaware of that detail until now.
âI was just being a good friend!â Kyle retorts as he takes a drag of his nearly-burned-through cig. âWas shagginâem for Simon.â
âDonât drag me into this⊠I didnât ask you to do that.â Simon retorts as he narrows his eyes at Kyle.
âOh, please, as if your blood didnât rush âdown southâ before I even arrived-â Kyle continues his playful tease.
âRight. Yeâre speakinâ as if ye werenât jerkinâ off the whole time, L.T.â Johnny adds.
âWait, he was jerkinâ it?â Kyle asks with a gasp as he turns to his right side to glare at Johnny.
âAye? Ye didnât see? Ye were there!â Johnny tells Kyle.
âI was occupied, Johnny!â Kyle replies, though he looks like heâs a bit sheepish about saying it aloud.
âThat ye were.â Johnny quips with a smirk. Kyle rolls his eyes. âDidnât peg ye for a shaver.â He adds.
Kyle groans in frustration, even he getting a bit flustered/annoyed by Johnnyâs teasing. He looks over at Simon, as if seeking out help only for the blond to say. âDonât worry, Kyle, itâs good you shave. Youâve got a really pretty cock.â
âThat he does.â Price slips in casually as he sips his black tea again, which causes the other menâs eyes to widen as they stare at him like heâs just said something unexpected.
âWhat? Iâve seen all of you naked.â John shrugs and smirks playfully under his mustache.
That leaves the other men sputtering a bit, exchanging glances, three pairs of eyes trying to wordlessly figure out if the others know that the Captain isnât just hinting at âlocker roomsâ, âshowersâ or âurinalsâ for all three of themâŠÂ
Trying to figure out if the others have figured out that all of them have been below the Captain at one point or another in the last decade.
John knows better than to let them figure it out, so he instead changes subjects: âSo⊠when are you planning on making it official with them?â
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could i request emily x polyglot!reader? someone finds out r can speak multiple languages, so naturally derek challenges her and em to see who can speak the most languages
so emily and r get into a language competition (?) and the 2 make a bet of whoever wins, gets a special prize from the loser *wink wonk* pls? it starts with innocent foreign banyer then ends up gettin dirtier if that makes sense? top!em pls đ
thank u for reading, if ur not comfortable its all good! :D
hi anon!! thank you for the request <3 this is a super good idea, i was very excited to write it. it kind of morphed from your request a bit, but the main idea is still there. i do want to specify that i am by no means fluent or even proficient in any of the languages used in this fic (besides english đ) because letâs be realâ 4 years of spanish did *not* stick with me, so i used quite a bit of google translate. you might want to keep it handy too! i hope you enjoy :)
p.s. this is my first fic in a very very long time, please be kind <3
love language
emily prentiss x fem!reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
warnings: smut, cursing, oral (r receiving), fingering, dom!emily, i think thatâs it?
w.c.: 1.3k
It was a long day for the members of the BAU. Back-to-back-to-back cases on short amounts of sleep were starting to wear on the team, and it didnât help that the current case was stumping them.
âOh, look at this, guys,â Morgan says, showing a picture from the newest crime scene. âLooks like thereâs some writing in another language.â
You drop your head into your hands, taking a deep breath as you try to reset yourself and focus on the case.
âLooks like French, whereâs Emily?â JJ asks.
You study the picture for a second before speaking up. âDire la vĂ©ritĂ©â tell the truth.â
Morganâs eyes cut to you. âY/N, you speak French? And really, where is Prentiss?â
Youâre about to respond as the door opens and Emily walks in from the bathroom. âEmily, did you know Y/N speaks French?â
Her face is surprised. âHuh. I didnât. What else are you keeping from us?â She jokes.
Your eyebrows raise and you smile. âI speak a little bit more than French,â you say, not wanting to brag.
âWhat other languages do you speak?â Reid asks curiously.
âWell, French, and also Spanish, German, and Italian. Mostly Romance languages,â you say.
âHereâs a challenge,â Derek says. âWhich one of you can speak in a different language for the longest?â
âÂżCĂłmo no sabĂa que eras polĂglota?â Emily asks, effectively starting the competition.
âNunca surgiĂł en la conversaciĂłn,â you respond plainly.
She laughs. âÂĄPodrĂamos haber estado teniendo conversaciones secretas todo este tiempo!â
âÂżQuĂ© tipo de conversaciones secretas te gustarĂa tener, Prentiss?â You say, raising an eyebrow.
She blushes slightly, flustered. She switches to French, trying to keep you on your toes. âEh bien, je ne sais pas. Des trucs qu'on ne veut pas que Morgan Ă©coute.â Her eyes flit to Morganâs as she mentions him and he looks confused.
âWhat are the two of you talking about? And what are you saying about me?â He asks, looking between you and Emily.
You let out a small chuckle. âTu ne veux juste pas que Derek m'entende te traiter de jolie et qu'il devienne jaloux, hmm?â
âThis is all well and good, but shouldnât we be getting back to the case?â Reid interjects.
âYes, definitely,â you say, straightening your hair and pulling yourself back into focus mode.
After some more discussion on the use of a foreign language at the crime scene, the team decides to break for lunch. You take a quick trip to the bathroom and end up washing your hands at the same time as Emily.
âSo, what was that?â She asks.
Youâre caught off guard. âWhat was what?â
âYou think Iâm pretty,â she replies. âYou told me Iâm pretty in French. What was that about?â
You stammer a bit. âWell, I do think youâre pretty, Emily. I think youâre beautiful,â you admit.
âItâs interesting,â she says, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your waist. âYou speak three romance languages, and while itâs not the same meaning, you picked the most romantic language to compliment me in. Even if I couldnât tell from the long glances and the way your heart is pounding right now, that alone wouldâve told me what Iâm pretty sure I know,â she finishes, looking you dead in the eyes.
Her hand is heavy on your waist and your mind is racing. âAnd what do you know?â
Emilyâs other hand trails from your shoulder to your jaw and pulls your chin up so youâre forced to look in her eyes. âYou have feelings for me,â she states.
You hold her gaze for a second. âI hate profilers.â Thereâs a noticeable tension between the two of you before Emily smirks at you. You feel yourself inching closer to her and then youâre pressing your lips to hers. She reciprocates the kiss without hesitation, and you feel her hands pull you in by your hips.
The kiss gets broken and Emily rests her forehead on yours as you catch your breath. Your eyes meet and you share a smile. âEmbrasse-moi encore, s'il te plaĂźt,â you say softly.
âOui chĂ©rie,â she replies, already leaning into kiss you again. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss and she pushes you up against the door of the bathroom. She flips the lock of the door. Emily doesnât want anyone interrupting.
Emilyâs breath was warm against your neck as she kissed the tender skin. Pulling the collar of your shirt aside, she sucks a deep purple mark into your collar bone, drawing soft whines from you. âShhh baby, donât want the others to hear you, right?â She says, kissing the skin she marked soothingly.
She switches languages again and whispers in your ear. âÂżQue quieres, hermosa?â
You meet her eyes and can feel the lust practically radiating off of Emily. âWant you to touch me,â you respond.
Within seconds, sheâs on the floor in front of you, unzipping your slacks. Her fingers trace you through your panties. âYouâre soaked, baby,â she says.
âFor you,â you say, bracing your hands on the wall behind you as she teases you.
Emily pulls your panties down and rests your leg on her shoulder as her fingers find your clit. Itâs almost electric, the way she rubs tight circles into the bundle of nerves. âEmily,â you moan out her name.
Her ministrations stop, causing you to whine out again at the loss of contact. âWhat did I tell you? Not a sound, or Iâll stop completely.â
You nod, covering your mouth with one hand as Emily runs her tongue through your wet cunt. She groans at the taste. âYouâre fucking delicious,â she says, voice deep and dripping with arousal. Itâs nearly impossible to stay quiet as her lips close around your clit, teeth gently scraping, making your legs tremble.
Your hands find a home tangled in Emilyâs hair as you hold her face close. Her tongue slides back from your clit to your entrance. Your teeth clamp down against your lower lip as Emilyâs tongue plunges inside of you. Her face is wet with your slick as she tongue fucks you, the sight alone bringing you close to the edge.
Emily then licks back through your cunt, sucking on your clit as she pushes a finger inside of you. Clouded in pleasure, you canât focus on anything except the need to cum as she adds another finger and your walls are clenching around her. âSqueezing me so good baby, you want to cum?â she asks.
Your head nods frantically. âYesâ please, wanna cum,â you say breathily.
Emily curls her fingers up to press against that spongy spot inside of you. âCum for me,â she commands, returning to suck at your clit as she hits your G-spot over and over again.
Your body shakes as she sends you over the edge of your orgasm. Her name is falling from your lips in a quiet whisper as you soak her fingers and face.
âYou did so good for me,â she says, standing up and kissing your temple.
Catching your breath feels difficult, but you begin to fix your clothes and look presentable.
âĐŃĐŸ бŃĐ»ĐŸ ŃĐ°Đș Ń
ĐŸŃĐŸŃĐŸ, ĐŸĐ·ĐŸŃĐœĐ°Ń ĐŽĐ”ĐČŃĐŸĐœĐșĐ°,â Emily says, fixing her lipstick in the bathroom mirror.
âYou may have just rocked my world, Prentiss, but I did not gain the ability to speak Russian,â you laugh.
The two of you make eye contact in the mirror, which starts you both up laughing, when a knock sounds from the door. You freeze, flushing in embarrassment.
Emily unlocks the bathroom door, opens it, and finds an impatient JJ awaiting you. âWhat are the two of you doing? We have an unsub to catch,â she says, turning around and heading back to the rest of the team.
Emily throws you a wink and follows after JJ.
Youâre pretty positive this isnât going to be a one-time thing.
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how ateez would confess to you
-> words count : 3.7k words
-> genre : ateez members crushing on you
-> warnings : just a lot of sweetness
-> sorry if I made any spelling or grammar mistakes, english is not my first language
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !
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KIM HONGJOONG - JEALOUS
heâs the type to be bold. but like REALLY bold.Â
like heâs not embarrassed at all to check you out when you ask him if your outfit looks good and say âit looks more than good, donât worry.â with that damn smirk screaming in my pillow.
heâs also very protective - always has his hand on the small of your back when youâre walking in a crowded place, and always gives you his jacket or sweater if youâre cold or feeling uncomfortable.Â
he has an eye on you wherever you two are going to be sure that youâre safe.Â
asks you to send him a message so he is sure that youâre home whenever you go out of work, or hang out late without him, or when he canât walk you home.Â
that being said, itâs also a fact that this man is possessive.
have you seen him whenever an atiny mentions liking another group, or going to other concerts than theirs ?
he would be the same with you.
but since youâre not yet a couple, he tries to hide it as well as he can.
but jealousy would be his breaking point.Â
seeing you laugh and joke with some trainee of the agency he didnât even know the name of really made his blood boil.Â
his death stare was burning holes in the back of the head of the poor boy you were talking with.Â
he would approach both of you, and as if the trainee wasnât already intimidated by hongjoong presence, he was looking at him like he killed someone lmao.
the trainee was almost shaking when hongjoong dragged you away from him under a ridiculous excuse.Â
â- Joong ! Where are we going ?â
He didnât answer, jaw clenched and his grip on your wrist almost painful as he brought you to his studio. Hongjoong closed the door behind the two of you, just to have the time to think about the way he was going to explain himself. He always succeeded in controlling himself and mostly his jealousy, but today, he didnât exactly know why, it was too hard seeing you with someone else, laughing like you should be with only him.Â
â- Hongjoong ? Whatâs gotten into you ?â
He took a deep breath. Maybe it was finally the moment to say the truth. It would take a weight out of his shoulder, and he could have an answer to all his questions. Hongjoong turned towards you, a smirk on his lips.
â- You want me to be honest ?â
You simply nobbed, looking at him expectantly, and even if he acted confident, his heart was beating fast.Â
â- I didnât like seeing you laugh with another guy. Well, I didnât like it every other time it happened. But I think today was just too much to bear for me. Because I love you. I want you to be mine, only mine. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that, and I want you to be the one who makes me laugh. What do you say ?â
The blush creeping on your cheeks as you listened to his words, and watched his grin widened was really noticeable. But your smile was even more telling to him.
â- I say yes.â
âfrom now on and forever, I wonât let you go. youâre mine.â
PARK SEONGHWA - SAFE
he is literally the sweetest person ever.Â
the type to text you throughout the day to ask if you have eaten and if your answer is no, expect him to be at your door in 5 minutes, drank or took a break.Â
so, so caring and always there whenever you need him.
mention that you had a bad day or are a little down ? expect a movie night, your favorite snacks and a lot of cuddles from hwa.Â
speaking of that, he sometimes always acts as if he was your boyfriend.Â
not that itâs bothering you, on the contrary, but he still claims to everyone that you two are just best friends.Â
and thatâs confusing because heâs out there holding your hands, putting his arm on your shoulder, cuddling with you.Â
to be honest, seonghwa has been trying to make things ambiguous between the two of you lately, in hopes that you would take the hint that he likes you.
like that one time he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and you thought that he was about to kiss you. Â
so tonight, while he was laying on top of you on your couch, focused on the show playing on the TV, you decided it was time to clarify this situation.
â- Hwa ?â
The man turned his head towards you at the mention of his surname, big doe eyes watching you and waiting for what you wanted to say. You hoped that he couldnât hear how fast your heart was beating.Â
â- Can I ask you a question ?
- Yeah, of course.â
Seonghwaâs smile almost made your hands shake, and you came back to playing with his hair to try and hide it.
â- What are we ?â
It was as if the whole world had stopped spinning for Seonghwa. Was it finally happening ? Was this your way of asking him to be more than friends ? He silently prayed for it, closing his eyes for a second to gather his thoughts, and also to escape your piercing gaze that was making him even more nervous than he already was.Â
â- Iâm willing to be whatever you want us to be angel.
- And what do you think of⊠You being mine, and me being yours ?â
Seonghwa giggled quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the red tint on his cheeks. His arms, that circled your waist, tightened their grip, not planning on letting you go anytime soon.Â
âthatâll be perfect. thatâs what i wanted us to be all along.â
JEONG YUNHO - SLEEPY
100% golden retriever energy, you canât say otherwise iâll fight.
i donât know, he just gives this puppy boyfriend vibes, all fluffy and clingy and sweet, heâs just so cute honestly. Â
the type to always want to hang out, because his love language his quality time.
will make it a ritual to eat with you at least 2 times a week, weekend hangouts where you either simply go shopping or sometimes he plans activities, and movie nights too.Â
so smiley around you his cheeks hurts when he goes home after spending the day with you.Â
he gets especially giggly every time you do something a little silly, like when you trip while trying to show him something.
always makes sure youâre alright afterwards though.
to put it in a nutshell, heâs just very cute.
but he finds you even more cute, particularly when youâre all sleepy.Â
because then you snuggle up to him, seeking his warmth, and you often fall asleep on him, unaware of how much you make his heart flutter.Â
during your usual movie night, you felt tired and rested on his shoulder.
As Yunho heard your breathing become more regular, he assumed that you were asleep. He was always so glad that you felt safe enough around him to be this vulnerable. And mostly, he got to admire your beautiful face without risking you to catch him. He didnât know why but tonight, he felt on the verge of telling you. And after all, you were asleep, you couldnât hear him. He already said it to you a few times like that, what could go wrong ?
â- Youâre breathtaking Y/N, really⊠I love you.â
As Yunho was ready to cover you with a blanket to keep you even more warm, your voice stopped him in his tracks.
â- Can you say it again ? Iâm not sure I understood.â
His panicked eyes turned to your fully awake ones, looking at him with a mischievous glint. The poor boy gulped loudly, not knowing if he was going to be in trouble or if you were just messing with him, as you always did.Â
â- I-I love you, I really do. I just⊠It was easier telling you when you couldnât reject me.â
A shy chuckle escaped him as he averted your gaze, missing the smile eating your whole face at his confession.Â
â- Look at me, big baby.â
And when he eventually did, you finally answered his silent interrogation.
â- I love you too, so much.â
Yunho engulfed you in the biggest hug, already taking advantage of your new relationship.
âI canât wait to spend every day and every night by your side.â
KANG YEOSANG - PERFECT
heâs not very talkative, in the sense that heâs not always making remarks about what you tell him.
but donât worry, he got it all written in his head.Â
it could be the most useless detail about a story that happened to you years ago, and he still will remember it.
because youâre too precious to him to forget anything about you heâs so boyfriend material.
the type to take notice of what you like to eat.
say that you love a certain type of food one time, and youâll get it every now and then.Â
he remembers your coffee order from day one.
also a really good listener and give the best advice.Â
that being said, heâs the type to notice if you looked at something with envy in a shop, or said that you wanted this or that.
and bets that heâll confess with a little gift that he bought for you.
maybe thatâll be a waste of money if you say no, but he doesnât care, youâre worth it.
so heâll buy this necklace youâve been talking about for weeks, and come to you one day, almost out of the blue to offer it to you.
â- You shouldnât have, really. Thatâs too much.
- Itâs never too much when it comes to you.â
You were blushing like crazy, as much as from his words and how his fingers brushed against your skin as Yeosang attached the necklace for you. His eyes reflected nothing but love and adoration when he looked at you.Â
â- Youâre beautiful, it suits you perfectly.
- Thank you so much Sangie ! But what is this for ? Itâs not my birthday or anything specialâŠâ
Yeosang lowered his head for several seconds before mustering the courage to let the words finally spill from his mouth. They were coming out so naturally that it seemed like you were truly made for one another.
â- I wanted to give you this just because you loved it, but also to remind you how much I love you. And I donât mean it in a friendly way. I like you. And I hope, if you return my feelings, that this necklace is gonna remind you of that everyday.â
Your smile was enough of an answer for him, but you took a step forward, putting your hand on Yeosangâs cheek and making his heart beat faster.Â
â- Iâll wear it everyday from now on. I must find something for you to wear and remember how much I love you too.â
âletâs get matching ones then, thatâll make us soulmates.â
CHOI SAN - FORCED
now this boy is the most obvious when it comes to crushes.
like all the members could tell that he was down bad for you since the first day.
but you didnât seem to notice.
however, it was indeed very clear since he looked at you as if you put all the stars in the sky.Â
really, i donât understand how you didnât notice.
beside the fact that heâs literally a simp for you, heâs also been your best friend for several years now, and he knows you like the back of his hand except your undying love for him.
he had always been by your side : when you were sad or happy, when you had your first crush and even when you got drunk for the first time.Â
the members having obviously noticed how san was struggling to tell you how he felt, they tried to help him multiple times.
to be honest, this was not really efficient but at least they tried.Â
the latest attempt was at this little party they planned at the dorms, and of course you were invited.
at one point, everyone gathered to play truth or dare, and of course, it was a trick to get you two to confess to each other not very slick, yeah.
â- So San, truth or dare ?
- Truth, I have nothing to hide.â
His confident smile made you chuckle, knowing all his embarrassing secrets and also knowing how much he, in fact, had to hide.Â
â- Well, then tell us who your crush is.â
The smirk on Yunhoâs face made a deep contrast with the defeated one on San face. You felt your own smile flatter as you tried not to look at your best friend. You knew this day would come. Of course San wouldnât stay with you until your old days. Of course he would find a better partner. You were only his best friend, not his lover.Â
â- I⊠Uh-
- I thought you had nothing to hide, Sannie.â
The group laughed collectively at Wooyoung's remark, except you and San. You were almost ready to stand up and leave when your best friend turned to you.
â- Y/N⊠I really love you.â
Your eyes widened as San ran away immediately. Around you, the members were all whistling and making weird noises. But you didnât hear them. You only heard Sanâs words again and again. Quickly after, you followed him to the kitchen. He had to know how much you loved him too. When you found him, he had his head pressed on the fridge, eyes closed and probably overthinking everything he had ever said and done.
â- SanâŠâ
He turned to you quickly, worry filling up his gaze.
â- Listen Y/N, Iâm really sorry ! I shouldn't have said that in front of everyone, I shouldâve kept it for a moment just between us, or never tell you at all in fact. I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable and Iâm-Â
- San, stop.â
You took a step toward him, your smile eating your face.Â
â- Weâve known each other for years, youâll never make me uncomfortable. Stop thinking too much, okay ? âCause I love you too, since I donât even remember when because youâre the most important person in my life.â
No answer came except his lips on yours, and his hand on your waist, pulling you against his body.
âiâve always known that one day weâll be together, and that one day iâll marry you. but letâs keep that for later.â
SONG MINGI - DRUNK
the boy is a stuttering and nervous mess around you.
blushing everytime you smile at him, but denying it if you ever mention it before blushing even more, heâs so cute.
besides the fact heâs so impressed by your charisma and presence, heâs very funny around you.
the type to make the dumbest jokes and put himself in ridiculous situations if that makes you laugh.
because your smile and laugh are the most beautiful things he had ever seen and heard.
itâs so funny to see a big guy like him being so amazed by just one person, you find that really endearing.Â
but that also means that heâs not brave at all.Â
like, if he ever tried to just muster up the courage to tell you that he has the biggest crush on you, he would chicken out as soon as he saw you.
and I think that to be able to confess, he would have to take a little liquid courage yes, that means getting drunk.
one night, the boys were celebrating the release of their new comeback with some drinks and mingi asked you to come with them.
and of course, heâll end up drinking too much, hoping that he would either stop thinking about you or finally telling you how he felt.Â
â- Y/N !â
Mingiâs scream made you jolt in place and turn around quickly, smiling when you saw him trying to walk straight in your direction, with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. He was cute, really cute. But you didnât expect him to literally throw himself in your arms. You caught him as best as you could, shivering as his breath tickled your neck.
â- Are you alright Mingi ?â
He nodded his head, trying to steady himself and standing straight on his feet again. You looked up at him, preparing yourself to decode his slurred words.Â
â- Yeah⊠Yes, Iâm alright but I wanted to say something to you⊠I really, really like you⊠I mean, like you, not like a friend, I want you to be my lover⊠Because I love you.â
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and Mingiâs heart skipped a beat. His brain was all mushy just from seeing your gaze focused on him and only him, and alcohol wasnât helping at all in controlling the blush on his cheeks.
â- I like you too Mingi, and I would like to be your lover too. But weâll talk about this when youâre sober, okay ?â
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â- I really said that ?â
You chuckled lightly, caressing his cheeks softly, diving in his mesmerizing, hypnotizing eyes.
â- Yeah, you did. But to be honest, it was very cute. Youâre very cute anyway. So, would you like to be my lover Mingi ?â
The boy in question pecked your lips, smiling too.
âthatâs not even a question princess. iâll be by your side as long as youâll let me stay.â
JUNG WOOYOUNG - IMPULSIVE
i see him as someone very spontaneous.
if he passes by a restaurant he likes, no matter what hour it is or what he has to do, heâll stop and eat.Â
if he likes someone, heâs gonna tell them.Â
thatâs what you love about him, and thatâs also probably how you met.
he was certainly doing something stupid, as always, and ran into you, making you fall on the floor.Â
and boom ! you were best friends forever.
he didnât stop doing ridiculous things, on the contrary since he noticed that youâre in the same mood as him and that itâs making you laugh, heâll be doing it even more.Â
but the thing is that wooyoung wants way more than being friends since the first day.
but now that heâs got you in his life, heâs a little (very) afraid of losing you.Â
so heâs gonna try and hide his feelings as best as he can.Â
but when he passed by this flower shop, and saw your favourite ones standing outside, he couldnât help thinking of you.
and thatâs how he ended up at your door, with the flowers, trying to calm himself down.
â- Woo ? What are you doing here ?
- I.. Uh⊠These are for you !â
He handed you the flowers, feeling a blush creeping on his cheeks as you took them hesitatingly. Wooyoung never felt so nervous in his life. Even before his first concert, even before his first fanmeeting. Even with all the stressful events he had experienced being an idol, he never got so anxious.Â
â- Thank you, I guess ? What are these for ? Itâs not my birthday, nor anything special I think.â
You chuckled at your own words, leaving Wooyoung asking himself why he did that.
â- Donât get me wrong ! I like them, theyâre beautiful and Iâm surprised you even remembered what my favourite flowers were ! But why ? I donât understandâŠâ
He thought about letting out all the words he kept for himself for weeks, but he just couldnât bring himself to do it. So instead, he leaned in to kiss you. It was not even a peck : he kissed you passionately, like it was the last thing he got to do before dying. You let the flowers fall to the floor, dropping them without any regrets when you tug at Wooyoungâs hair, deepening your kiss. And his smile when you backed out for air told you everything you needed to know.Â
âiâll buy you flowers everyday if it means i get to kiss you like this.â
CHOI JONGHO - TEXT
first thing first, this manâs smile could kill you and me, heâs so cute thatâs got to be illegal.
the type to value your friendship so much, to the point he prefers to just be your friend than ever risking your relationship if heâs not 100% certain that your feelings are mutual.
his crush developed slowly, falling for you little by little and growing fond of you much more as time passed.
the members noticed how much he liked you when they saw that jongho lets you sleep on his shoulder whenever you are tired.
or when he willingly hugs you every time you need it.
he doesnât like physical contact but with you, itâs natural and he sincerely appreciates it.
so careful when it comes to his feelings, because he doesnât want to lose you or upset you.
thatâs why i think he would confess through very, very long messages heâll send late at night.
probably threw his phone away as soon as he did it, not wanting to see your response.Â
but thatâs also why he did it : to let you choose if you wanted to respond or just ignore what he just told you.Â
so when you called the next day, he panicked.
â- Hi Jongho !Â
- H-Hi Y/N.â
At least, your tone seemed as cheerful as usually, and not upset or disappointed.
â- I must admit I was really surprised when I saw your texts when I woke up this morning. I was not expecting that at all.
- And⊠Is it in a bad or a good way ?â
Jongho didnât want to pressure you, but he needed to know how you felt, needed to know if he should smile or bury himself six feet under.Â
â- In a good way, donât worry.â
You clearly heard his sigh of relief, which made you both chuckle at the other end of the phone. And both of you had the biggest smile on your faces.
â- Iâll need at least two hours to even come close to a good answer and I donât have the time right now. So just listen to that : I like you too, so much you canât imagine. But if youâre willing to listen to my boring ramble for hoursâŠâ
âi love listening to you, Iâll never get tired of it..â
-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my works.
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[lance stroll x reader]
desc: lawrence stroll invites his business associate and his daughter to a charity gala in the hopes of lifting lanceâs spirits after a rough few races, and it definitely works.
warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), sex, reference to masturbation, reference to lance crashing (itâs a joke i love him), think thatâs itđ
a/n: my first f1 fic!! hope you enjoy, this was fun to write. requests open for any f1 drivers if yâall have anything to request. love youse, mwah mwah mwah pls comment n reblog n all that
this post contains mature themes, minors do not interact.
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cameras flashed as you got out of your fatherâs car, dressed in a gown suitable only for events like these where the whispers of wealth were loud and unabashed; a congregation of business men and women with billions to their names and a philanthropic point to prove. the cameras, of course, were directed mostly towards your dad, who blended perfectly with the other attendees, but a few snapped pictures of you too as you walked into the gala.
this was not your saturday evening of choice- your dad had insisted that you come along tonight, mentioning something about lawrence asking for you specifically. youâd met the man a few times, and he was always very nice to you, but despite his close working relationship with your dad, you didnât quite believe that heâd want you there so badly as anything other than a kind gesture to his business partner. regardless, you were here and beelining towards the open bar. though small talk wasnât your worst enemy by any means, it would be made much more bearable with alcohol. you had only just began to sip your first martini when the man himself approached you.
ây/n! iâm glad you could make it tonight, iâve just spoken to your father and he said i might find you here.â
âhe knows me well then,â you laugh. âthis party is amazing, lawrence.â
he smiles and looks over your shoulder before looking back to you. âthank you, should be a good night. i actually have a favour to ask of you.â
your dad was telling the truth then, you thought to yourself, smoothing the fabric of your dress where it had wrinkled from sitting on the bar stool. âsure, what can i do?â
âitâs about lance.â
your heart jumped a little at the mention of the aston-martin driver. it wasnât that you had a crush on him or anything, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadnât been scanning the room for him since you arrived. you barely even knew him, only seeing him across rooms like this one throughout the many years your fathers had worked together, and exchanging few polite words when you visited the aston-martin garage on race days. sure, you did genuinely enjoy formula 1, but it wasnât really the racing that had you travelling around from circuit to circuit.
you tried to keep your expression neutral as lawrence continued.
âheâs had a tough couple of races, and i can tell itâs bothering him more than he lets on. youâre a sweet girl, i see the way he looks at you; would you mind keeping him company tonight? just have a drink with him, talk to him for a while? itâll cheer him up.â
the way he looked at you? god that fed your slight delusion that lance might like you too. you didnât mean to sound too eager, but you found yourself replying quicker than you meant to.
âyes. i mean, sure. i can do that.â
lawrence laughed and looked behind you once again, this time motioning for you to look as well. lance was walking towards you, expensive suit perfectly tailored to fit his tall, athletic form. when you turned back to lawrence, heâd disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to finally have a real conversation with the driver.
âhey, were you just speaking to my dad?â he asked, taking up the empty seat beside you.
it took you a second to stop ogling him enough to respond. he looked really good, especially this close up.
âum, yeah. he was just asking if iâd seen my dad.â
lance called the bartender over. âoh yeah! i like your dad, heâs nice,â he said happily before ordering a glass of what was surely a top-shelf whiskey. âhow is he?â
âheâs good. i think heâs trying to get one of his companies onto your car, actually.â
âoh yeah?â
âyeah,â you smiled. âiâd tell you more if i was interested enough in his business to ask.â
he smiled back at you. âi havenât seen you around the paddock in a while, you know.â
a wave of alcohol-induced confidence overtook you. âmiss me?â
âi donât know if iâd say that,â he teased. âi think my last good race was spa, though, and i definitely remember you being there.â
âyou do?â
âof course, i always like seeing you in the garage.â
your heart was racing in your chest. youâd really thought this was one-sided, you werenât even convinced before now that he remembered your name. for a moment, you just looked at each other as if youâd both had the same realisation.
âitâs nice to actually talk to you, by the way.â
his statement caught you off guard. âwhat do you mean?â
lance shifted slightly in his seat. âwell, you know. usually whenever i see you at these things you walk in the opposite direction or make yourself busy talking to other people. and itâs so busy in the garage, weâve never really talked in all these years.â
âyeah, we havenât,â you replied awkwardly, making quick work of the rest of your martini as you thought about how you would have continued that pattern if it wasnât for his dad. âbut weâre talking now.â
âweâre talking now,â he said, staring at you thoughtfully.
an uncomfortably charged silence fell between you. the background noise of the gala hushed too, as lawrence stood with a microphone to give a speech.
as he spoke, you felt lanceâs eyes on you, travelling from your face to the cleavage so perfectly displayed in your gown, then further to the slit that was supposed to end at the middle of your thigh, but had precariously ridden upwards as you sat down. the thought of him checking you out so intently made you involuntarily clench your thighs together, sending a small wave of pleasure through you and dampening your underwear. lance smirked as he noticed the movement, placing one of his large hands on your exposed leg. you turned to face him with blush rising in your cheeks, and the smirk still on his face had your thighs clenching again. testing the waters, lance moved his hand further up your leg with a look in his eyes that was daring you to tell him to stop, but you didnât. you let him move his hand dangerously higher, hyper-aware of the crowd of people around you in the room who were thankfully giving all their attention to the man speaking at the front.
a low whisper in your ear startled you, as the hand on your thigh lightly brushed your centre. âyou look really, really beautiful tonight, y/n.â
a breath hitched in your throat as lance pressed his fingers a little harder against you.
âi think we should go somewhere else,â you managed quietly.
he nodded in agreement, moving his hand to your waist and using the other to help you down from the barstool. you were sneaking out like naughty school children, catching a few funny looks as you made your way to the exit and into the corridor. your fathers saw you weaving through the crowd and smiled at each other across the room, knowing theyâd finally succeeded in setting you oblivious lovebirds up as theyâd been trying to do with no success until now.
when the door to the gala closed behind you, you looked at lance in slight disbelief that this was happening. another silence fell, the eye contact between you intense and filled with lust and apprehension, both of you hesitant to make the first move after years of long-distance admiration without ever really speaking. your breath was heaving and there was wetness pooling between your legs as you watched each other.
in a split second, lance lurched forwards and roughy grabbed your waist, crashing his lips against yours. you moaned softly into his mouth and let him start to guide you down the corridor, before he decided instead to pick you up and carry you to the nearest bathroom with your legs wrapped around his waist. he placed you carefully onto the counter in the single-stall bathroom and clicked the lock on the door, then came straight back over to you and put his lips on yours again as he pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist. he dropped to his knees, placing sloppy kisses up your thigh until he reached your underwear, which he pulled down and stuffed into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. your hands found his hair as his tongue made contact with your pussy.
âfuck, lance,â you whined, grinding your hips into his face.
he smiled up at you, your wetness on his lips. âiâve wanted to do this for so long, y/n, you donât even know,â he almost growled before licking your cunt again and focusing his efforts onto your clit. his hands gripped your hips, trying to stop them from bucking into him as you whined with your head thrown back. it felt so good, better than any other sex youâd ever had. his tongue felt magical circling your clit between soft sucks, and he had you close to the edge after just a few minutes.
âlance, iâm gonna-â
âyou gonna come on my face, baby?â he teased, lifting his head to take in the sight of you above him.
âyeah,â you whined, pushing his face back into you.
you had to clasp a hand over your mouth as you came to avoid making too much noise, especially as lance began to lick up the wetness coming out of you. you tugged on his hair and he got up, a beaming smile on his face. he kissed you gently, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.
âcan i fuck you, baby? sânot too much?â
you nodded as you fumbled to unbutton his dress pants.
âuse your words, honey,â he murmured into your kiss.
âyes, lance. please.â
he smiled and helped you with his pants, letting them fall to the floor with his underwear. he lined up with your entrance, checking again that you were ok.
âyou sure, baby?â
âfuck me, lance, please. i need you.â
he pushed into you with as much restraint as he could manage, not wanting to hurt you but needing to fuck you like he needed air to breathe. you bucked your hips forward, forcing him in further and faster. you felt depraved, but his dick felt so good inside of you you werenât even ashamed.
âso fucking perfect, y/n,â lance groaned as he thrust into you. âwanted you for so long, iâve imagined doing this in more ways than you can believe.â
âyou think about fucking me a lot?â you smile, panting as you tried to contain yourself.
lance smirked again, leaning to whisper in your ear.
âall the time. you feel so much better than my hand.â
this made you moan again, wrapping your legs tighter around him to feel him deeper.
he kissed you again, but it was messy and mostly just to cover the sounds you were both making until you both reached your climax. you came first, clenching around him as he rutted into you. he moaned when he came, filling you up and lazily fucking his cum back into you.
once you caught your breath, you started to laugh. lance looked at you confused as he fastened his pants again. âwhat?â he smiled.
âthat was so good. i canât believe it took your dad making me talk to you for that to happen.â
lance pulled a face and repeated himself, this time more alarmed than entertained. âwhat?â
you laughed again, sliding off the bathroom counter and smoothing the skirt of your gown. âyour dad asked my dad to bring me tonight, because he thought you were feeling down after the last few races. that why he was talking to me at the bar, he was asking me to hang out with you.â
âoh my god,â lance laughed, hiding his face in his hands. âi canât believe he did that. thatâs so embarrassing.â
âallâs well that ends well, right?â you smile as you unlock the bathroom door.
âwell i am feeling a lot better now. if i crash the car in zandvoort, does that mean we can do this again?â he asked following you back along the corridor heâd carried you down earlier.
âi'd much rather you finished the race,â you grinned, âbut i do suppose youâll have to give those panties back some time.â
you pushed the door open back into the gala, which had become lively again in the time since youâd snuck out, and disappeared into the large group of people. lance was left gazing after you, almost as if nothing had changed at all.
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Office Hours - Chapter Six
Summary:
Astarion surprises you with a night at the theatre that doesn't go quite according to your plan.
Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.7k Tags/Warnings: rough/angry sex, hair pulling, emotional manipulation, dubcon, bad BDSM practices, angst, daddy kink, reminiscent of Ascended!Astarion, discussions of domestic abuse (in Taming of the Shrew)
Hi. Hello. My sweets. My darlings. This is it. The chapter where you absolutely must mind the tags. Just know that I won't take you anywhere that we won't be able to come back from. Know that I, too, am an absolute baby when it comes to intense subject matter in fics. But I want you to take care of yourselves and your hearts. As always, shoot me a message if you'd like more specifics.
Photo credits: Zaria for Green Pussy Suit Astarion and Nephi Garcia for the incredible dress.
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âIn the library? Babes, are you insane?â Shadowheart's voice reaches a pitch youâre fairly sure only dogs can hear. You curl your knees into your chest and cover your face in your hands, feeling the exact appropriate amount of shame.
âI know, I know. All logic goes out the fucking window around him. All I can think is âmm, good dick makes brain go brr.ââ You let out a frustrated sigh into your hands.
âDo you want to get fired?â She pulls your hand from your face so you can't hide from her pointed stare.
âOh trust me, I ran about forty different scenarios of that happening through my head on the drive home.â
âDid you, now? And in how many of these did he also get fired?â Shadowheart presses, knowing how your anxiety can get out of hand.
âLike, two,â you groan and drop your head back onto the couch cushions. âI don't know what comes over me. I feel like I can't tell him no.â
âWait, wait.â Shadowheart grips your knee, suddenly worried. âYou can't tell him no as in it feels too good to stop? Or as in it doesn't feel safe to say no?â
âNine hells, no, the first one!â you respond, horrified. She squints at you and you squirm under her gaze until youâre finally more truthful, both with her and yourself. âWell, I mean, mostly. Like it's not like that. But like also not not like that, you know?â
âI can assure you I do not,â she says in a flat voice, not interested in joking around. You sigh dramatically, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel.
âLike. Okay. Am I fully consenting to everything we do? Yes. 100%. Oh gods, yes.â Your cheeks tinge pink even thinking about it. âBut like⊠am I going against my best judgment? Do I feel like I should say no? Does part of me kinda wish I would say no? Like⊠maybe?â
âTav, that's not okay. You need to talk to him about this.â Shadowheartâs voice is soft with genuine worry. Which is ridiculous, because sheâs focusing on the wrong thing.
âNo, see, that's the thing. It's not actually a him issue, it's a me issue. Like there's something wrong with me, I see his most toxic traits and suddenly I'm like a horny teenager!â Your voice increases in pitch as you grow more hysterical. âHow am I supposed to call him out on it when the only words that will come out of my mouth are âyes daddy, more pleaseâ?â
âIs there anything redeemable about him at all? Besides being good in bed?â She leans back, taking a sip of her wine and fixing you with an incredulous look.Â
âI mean⊠yeah. Heâs witty, and bantering back and forth with him is fun. Heâs incredibly smart, as loath as I am to admit it, and I like hearing his ideas on things, especially his interpretation of Shakespeareâs text.â You don't even notice the smile growing on your face, but Shadowheart does. âAnd heâs got this unexpectedly soft side. Like he seems cold and aloof on the outside, but he cares, deeply. About his students, about his cat, about-â
âAbout you?â she interjects, and your smile falters.
âI don't know, Shade,â you say quietly, almost ashamed to look her in the eye. âI think so. I hope so. But it's not like we've been seeing each other for that long, heâs under no obligation to feel anything.â You practically swallow the last sentence, a truth you're reticent to voice.Â
âAnd you?â she asks softly.
âMan, I don't fucking know. I just want to keep getting laid and not catch feelings, is that so much to ask?â you whine. She laughs, but you can tell that she's only humoring you.
âFor you? Probably.â
***
It's been several days and your busy schedules have kept you and Astarion apart for most of it. Save the occasional tension-filled passing in the hall, you've barely interacted at all. You're almost beginning to believe that your whirlwind affair has come to an end when you find a mystery package at your apartment door.
It's made out to you with no discernable return address. You bring the box into your apartment while examining it, trying to ascertain its origin. It doesn't even really look like it was sent through the mail, it looks like it was dropped off.
You take out your phone and call down to the front desk. It rings a few times, then a somber voice answers.
âWhat dost thou require?â His voice is deep and crackled, like some ancient eternal being.
âHi Withers, it's Tav in 3C. Do you know anything about this package that was left at my door?â
âI have inspected it, and determined it safe for you to open. It was brought by someone claiming to be a friend.â
âCan you tell me anything about this someone?â
âNo.â
And the line goes dead. You laugh and shake your head. If Withers says it's safe, then it probably is. Youâd trust that wrinkly old man with your life, honestly. You cut open the tape sealing the box shut and lift off the top.
Inside is something wrapped in tissue paper with a note stuck to it in Astarion's immaculate handwriting.Â
Tomorrow evening The Rosewood Seven oâclock Wear nothing underneath
You let out a small involuntary moan when you read the last three words. You carefully unwrap the tissue paper to find a fabric that looks like it's made of starlight. You pull out the midnight black dress and go slightly breathless when you get a good look at it.Â
Itâs a backless dress with a sweetheart neckline and intricate gold embellishments that almost make it look like armor. It has a lavish gold neck piece attached by several gold chains that drip over the skin. The skirt is made of a weightless black fabric that shimmers with gold as you move it in the light. It almost appears to be cut into two panels with dual hip-high slits.
With a dress cut like this, you wouldn't be able to wear undergarments even if you wanted to.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you think about what he might have in store for you. You're not even sure what's running at the Rosewood right now, but it could be complete trash and you wouldn't even care. You probably won't even be able to pay attention, too distracted by Astarion sitting next to you for two hours.
You feel a pulsing between your legs at the thought. You think of his hand sliding up your knee while you struggle to keep a straight face. Or him reaching an arm around you, gently sliding his fingers into your hair before giving it a sharp tug.
Another moan works its way out of your throat and you follow it up with an annoyed groan. You can really get swept up at the most inconvenient times. Itâs not like you donât have any work you need to do or anything. You roll your eyes as you stalk off to draw a bath.
***
Waiting in the lobby of the theater, youâre feeling surprisingly nervous. The dress, though beautiful, is not particularly comfortable. With all of its various chains and pieces, you needed Shadowheartâs help just to put it on. It helps that sheâs also incredibly talented when it comes to hair and makeup, so in truth you feel positively glamorous.Â
When you see Astarion, however, everything goes silent. Youâre certain that heâs posing for you the way heâs stopped to adjust his cuff. The cut of the suit heâs wearing is exceptionally flattering and you imagine running your hands all over the emerald velvet. His crisp white button down is almost sheer and you desperately want to pull him into you by that forest green silk tie.Â
But you canât tear your eyes away from his face. This is the first time you've seen him wear makeup, and the simple smokey eyeliner look makes his red irises pop. Heâs decided to forgo his glasses, presumably opting for contacts instead to show off the makeup. Heâs also swapped out his standard silver hoops for little daggers with a red rhinestone glimmering at the hilt.Â
He looks up at you the moment you lay eyes on him, or more specifically, the moment your heart starts to beat out of your chest. He flashes you a devastating smile before striding up to you and pulling you into a deep kiss. You canât even be bothered to care that the other patrons are probably staring as he slides his hand onto your bare lower back, his cool touch sending a shiver up your spine.
He pulls away from you just enough to breathlessly ask, âAre you ready to sit down?â
âHuh?â Youâre distracted, too busy plotting a mental path to the bathrooms to fuck him. He lets out a winded chuckle.
âThe play. House is open, would you care to find our seats?â His palm is still pressed against your back and you can barely form coherent thoughts. You still donât even know what play youâre here to see. You just wantâno, needâto be near him.
âUm, yeah,â you respond, still trying to get your bearings and remind yourself how to be a person. You let him lead you into the theater, and only once you're in your seats do you realize that neither of you grabbed a program. You pull out your phone to see if you can look it up, but service in the Rosewood is notoriously bad. Instead you just need to sit still next to Astarion, who looks like a dream and smells even better.Â
He glances at you as your heart quickens again and his lips curl into a smile. He slips his hand behind your neck and lightly runs his finger along the seam between the golden collar of the dress and your flesh, sending goosebumps down your arms. He leans toward you until his lips are almost brushing your ear.Â
âYou look absolutely ravishing, my dear,â he whispers, his breath tickling your earlobe. You turn your face toward him on instinct, your chest heaving as you try to steady your breathing. Your lips hover inches apart, anticipating the kiss, when suddenly a throng of noisy actors come barreling down the aisles. You snap away from Astarion as the cacophony of their shrieks of laughter, calls across the audience to one another, and drunken banter fill the house.
One of them clambors onto the stage and shouts, âFor Godâs sake, a pot of small ale!â Heâs dressed in rags and appears by far to be the drunkest of them all. Three servingmen swarm him with various shouts of, âWillât please your honor?â He shoves them all away and proudly takes up space center stage.
âI am Christophero Sly! Call not me âHonorâ nor âLordship,ââ he bellows as the rest of the players make their way onto the stage.
Christopher Sly⊠youâre wracking your brain to remember which play he serves as a framing device for. Most productions cut this scene because itâs long and completely irrelevant. You just canât for the life of you remember which play he appears in.
The scene continues with their drunken antics and slapstick comedy as the players address Sly as âmy noble lord,â making him believe heâs a king that theyâre about to perform for. Eventually they carry Sly out on a makeshift palanquin as the âplay within the playâ begins. Two handsome young men in preppy clothes enter, holding a book and wearing glasses that arenât too dissimilar from Astarionâs round metal ones. The one without the glasses speaks first.
âTranio, since for the great desire I had to see fair PaduaâŠâ
Tranio? Isnât he one of the characters in Taming of the Shrew?
He knows you donât like this play.
Well, if itâs all thatâs playing at the Rosewood right nowâŠ
But if thatâs the case why not just, like, see a movie?
You shift uncomfortably in your dress and cast your gaze towards Astarion. He smiles, taking your fingers and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles before turning back to the stage. He keeps your hand in his, absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.Â
You can feel your heart pounding in your ears and you find yourself wondering whatâs running through his head. Just when you think you have him figured out, he does something to surprise you. And honestly, not always in a good way.
Maybe it wonât be so bad. You know the creative team at the Rosewood wouldnât pick this show if they werenât going to try to do something with it.Â
But even still⊠is this text even redeemable?
You sit through the entirety of the show cringing as the audience around you laughs at flagrant displays of domestic abuse. The actors, several of whom youâve worked with before, are trying their hardest to make the lines playful, but some things just canât be recovered. Between the forced starvation, physical intimidation, and gaslighting, you wonder why companies even bother performing this play anymore. No matter how witty the writing is, itâs just too out of date to be a good season choice.
When the time comes for Kateâs final monologue, you watch in pain as the actress tries to wink-wink-nudge-nudge her way through lines like âplace your hands below your husbandâs foot.â Sheâs young, and you wonder if this is one of her first professional gigs. You get a little sad knowing that sheâs probably just desperate to do anything, even if itâs trash.
Maybe youâre being a little harsh. All of the individual elements of the showâthe acting, set, costumes, direction, lightingâwere quite good. You just canât get over how irredeemable this text is. Worth teaching, yes, and maybe even taking Act II out of context just for the fun banter and clever wordplay. But professional theatre companies should really just retire this one.
In the Lyft back to your apartment, you decide to get Astarionâs take on the matter.
âDo you think itâs possible to redeem a text like Taming in a modern age?â
He pauses for a moment, continuing to look away from you and out the window.
âI do, yes,â he finally answers. âI think it takes a skilled hand, but it can be successful when done well.â
You sit on his response, chewing it over. You decide to take a different route.
âI guess a better question is do you think itâs worth trying to? Like, what are we getting out of it anymore?â
âIs entertainment not enough?â he says with a laugh. You wrinkle your nose at him.
âSure, if youâre a basic ass bitch. But I want my art to mean something. And I canât think of what this play can possibly mean if itâs not âshrill women are annoying and should learn their place.ââ You cross and uncross your legs, trying to keep yourself decent.
âLast I checked, you enjoy being put in your place,â he says in a low hum and your pussy betrays you with a clench.Â
âShut up,â you grumble, and youâre grateful that the dark car hides your reddening cheeks. âItâs different.â
âIs it, though? Ultimately it is a text about two dysfunctional people finding comfort in one another.â His sincerity catches you off guard, and almost makes you angry that heâs been taken in by the propaganda.
âThatâs only a valid interpretation if you ignore half of what happens in the play. Theyâre not equally dysfunctional, Kate literally gets beaten into submission and pretends to be happy about it. Petruchio is exactly the same from the start to the finish, he has no fucking character arc.â Your hands start to shake as you try to keep your cool. Youâve had this conversation far too many times with men who think they can interpret out the sexism by simply glossing over Kateâs abuse.
The Lyft stops in front of your building and you thank the driver as you get out. Astarion follows you, and youâre not even sure if you want him to accompany you upstairs. But you remain silent as you walk past Withers and into the elevator.
âYouâre overreacting,â Astarion says once the elevator doors close. âPeople are drawn to this play for a reason. The text is excellent, and no one truly thinks of Petruchio as an abuser.â
âAre you joking?â Your voice gets shrill and the similarity to Kate isnât lost on you. âThe whole thing normalizes his abuse. The fact that people donât think of him as an abuser is the problem.â
âItâs a slapstick comedy,â he snaps, his voice growing stern. âAre you going to tell me that we need to cancel the Three Stooges because it promotes violence?â
âDonât be fucking condescending,â you spit. âItâs not the same and you know it.â
âHow is it not the same? Suddenly because itâs a woman in the role it no longer counts? Are you implying that women should be barred from certain types of performance because of their gender?â He walks past you into your apartment and you throw your keys and bag on the counter, not even bothering to see where they land.
âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying, now youâre just twisting my words,â you grumble, more frustrated than ever by your inability to match his eloquence.
âSo use your own words,â he sneers, whirling around to face you. âHow is it not the same?â
âItâs because- well, I- Itâs different, just- argh!â Your head is clouded by your attraction to him, which has annoyingly only grown over the past few minutes of shouting. Youâre suddenly reminded of the smug arrogant bastard that you first met. He lets out a jeering laugh.
âSee? You canât even defend your own point.âÂ
His sardonic cruelty sets something off in you and you angrily grab the lapel of his green suit. Your intentions are a complete mystery even to you, because as soon as youâre within inches of one another, instincts take over. You crush his lips into yours and pull him backwards until you thump against the door behind you. He paws hungrily at the dress, sliding his hand under the slit and around to grab your bare ass. You gasp into his touch, feeling equally frustrated and aroused that he even controlled what you wore tonight.
Your fingers make their way into his hair and you pull hard, breaking the kiss and leaving his mouth open, panting. His eyes are sparkling with a fire that you havenât seen yet and a low growl manifests in your throat. He smirks and buries his teeth into your shoulder, something he usually asks bespoke permission for. You cry out in response, twisting your hands tighter into his silvery locks.
He unlatches from your shoulder and pushes his knee past the front of your skirt and up onto your bare cunt. You grind wantonly against the velvet as he kisses you with bloody lips. He grabs hold of the delicate chains of the dress and yanks, detaching them from the collar and making the entire bodice crumple and pool around your waist. Your nipples immediately harden at the sudden exposure to cold air and he pinches one sharply between his fingers. Your hips roll into his leg as you groan, fully ruining his pants. He continues to bite around your neck and shoulders, placing little puncture wounds in his path, marking you as his.
You grab onto his tie and push him away so you can shimmy out of the rest of the dress. Youâre now down to just the gold collar of the dress and your heels, a look you wish you could hate but donât. You pull him across your living area and toward your bedroom, shoving him down onto the edge of the bed.Â
âThou hast hit it, come, sit on me,â he says, quoting Petruchio with a sinister grin. Kateâs retort falls out of your mouth reflexively.
âAsses are made to bear, and so are you,â you hiss as you straddle his hips, wrapping his tie around your hand until youâve gripped it up to the knot. Your other hand violently unbuckles his belt, yanking it through the loops with a snap.
âWomen are made to bear, and so are you,â he says with a caustic laugh, digging his nails into your ass cheeks. You tug sharply on his tie, bringing his lips close to yours.
âNo such jade as you, if me you mean,â you snarl and silence him with an angry kiss. You donât want to encourage his idiotic behavior, but youâd be lying to yourself if you said this wasnât a fantasy youâve had before. You fumble with the buttons of his suit jacket, trying to get him undressed as quickly as possible. Youâre not sure if you feel more vulnerable or more powerful being undressed while heâs still fully clothed, but either way you want him naked, now. You get about three buttons into his shirt before you grow impatient, ripping it the rest of the way open and sending buttons flying.Â
Good. Let him need to repair his clothes for once.
You push him flat onto his back and descend onto his chest, alternating kisses, licks, and bites. Your dull human teeth donât have nearly the same effect as his fangs, but it just means you get to bite twice as hard in order to leave a mark. He writhes beneath your touch, and you feel a twisted satisfaction at the quiet little grunts and gasps youâre finally pulling from him. Heâs rarely this vocal during sex, and itâs only serving to spur you on more.
His groans build until you capture his nipple in your teeth and bite down, causing him to shout and buck his hips up into you. In a flash he flips you around onto your back and he bears down on you, eyes dangerous.Â
âLittle love, do you think youâre in control?â he asks in a low growl, his hand gripped around your jaw. You sneer and slide your leg against the strained bulge in his pants. He hisses and your smile widens.
âRight now? Yes,â you coo, continuing to press your calf against his velvet-covered cock. You grab the tie still hanging around his neck and pull him close.Â
âIf you want it back, fucking take it.â
If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?
He kisses you roughly, catching your bottom lip in his teeth biting hard enough to puncture the skin. He pulls back slightly, a drop of your blood running down his chin and a snide grin. He makes like heâs about to kiss you again but shoves your face away before your lips make contact.
This is the worst youâve ever seen himâthe most arrogant, the most condescending, borderline cruel even. And you have never been more turned on.
If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?
âIs that all youâve got?â you taunt, licking the blood from your lips. âGo ahead, choke me, daddy.â
The feminist in you is horrified, but the little gremlin controlling your libido is having the time of its life. It squeals with delight when his hand closes around your throat, just barely constricting your breathing.Â
âYou insolent little brat,â he breathes into your ear, pulling up on your jaw. âI will absolutely ruin you.â
And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness.
âDo it, coward,â you spit, and he lets go just long enough to finish undressing from the waist down. He grabs your still heeled ankle and presses your leg up by your shoulder, stretching you wide enough to take him without any prep. You gasp as he fills you, the stinging pain outweighed by the gratification of finally feeling him inside you.
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly.
He sets a punishing rhythm, one knee on the bed and the other foot still firmly planted on the floor. He bottoms out with each long thrust and you grab hold of his hair to brace yourself. He winces with the pain but doesnât slow down, and your moans grow high and loud as he continues to furiously pound into you.Â
âGods, fuck, Astarion,â you keen, your desire coiling in your belly and threatening to explode. âKeep going, daddy, fuck me please.â He grunts with the effort and your dirty talk seems to be having an effect as his pace falters. You jerk your hips up into him, chasing your orgasm, until finally it barrels through you like a runaway train. You pull on his hair as you come and that sets off his, his pulsing cock pressing against the clenching walls of your cunt.Â
He stays deep inside you as the aftershocks reverberate through both of you, until the only sound remaining is your heavy panting. He drops his forehead to touch yours, a pleasantly tender moment after some of the roughest sex you can recall having. He starts to giggle and you follow suit, suddenly giddy. He pulls out of you with a squelch and walks to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up the mess youâve left behind. He wipes you down gently, a surprising bit of aftercare youâre not accustomed to with him. He plants a tender kiss on your lips and you feel dizzy with affection for him.
You settle up against the headboard of your bed, his arm around you and both of you looking at your phones in a companionable silence. After a moment, he lets out a small chuckle.Â
âWhat?â you ask, turning your head towards him quizzically.
âIâm just shocked that worked, is all,â he laughs, shaking his head. Your confusion grows and you furrow your brow.
âWhat worked?â you laugh with him, but something doesnât feel right.
âThe whole night, taking you to see Taming, getting into just enough of a fight to result in,â he vaguely waves his hand, gesturing to the edge of the bed, âall of that.â
âWait, what? What do you mean?â You pull away from him and your stomach drops. Surely he canât be suggesting what you think heâs suggesting.
âYou get riled up so easily, I thought this might be fun.â He still doesnât seem to have picked up on your heart pounding in your ears, which is frankly unusual for him.
âAre you saying⊠Wait, are you saying that you planned that fight? So, what, weâd have angry sex?â
âOf course, you donât think I actually believe anything that I said, do you? Taming of the Shrew might be well-written, but itâs a rubbish play to produce.â He finally turns to you and sees that youâve gone white as a sheet. âOh, darling, donât take it like that, youâre positively adorable when youâre angry, I couldnât resist.â He tries putting his hand to your cheek but you flinch away like heâs burned you.
âGet out,â you say in a low voice, unable to even look at him.
âWhat?â Heâs still laughing. He doesnât get it. âMy sweet, didnât you-â
âGET. OUT.â Your voice has a venom in it that even shocks you. He stares at you in horror until you shoot him an icy glare. âNow.â
Without a word he stands and quickly puts his clothes back on. You stay in your bed, naked and curled under a sheet, until you hear the front door of your apartment slam. With shaking hands, you call Shadowheart.
âMoonmaidenâs delight, did you enjoy yourself? It certainly sounded like you did.â The sound of Shadowheartâs bubbly laugh usually makes you smile, but right now it seeps into your skin like poison.
âShade, please come over,â you whimper, and the second the words leave your mouth, the tears begin to fall. You donât hear her hang up, but you do hear a muffled, âIâm going to fucking kill him!â through the wall. You pull your knees further into your chest and sob.
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Not So Simple Moments
Some of you requested a part 2 to "Simple Moments" so this is that! It's not what I planned, but I like it and I hope you do too!
Summary: You decide it's time to broach the topic of you being turned with Jasper. He really doesn't want to talk about it, but you're both adults and you love each other, so you talk about it.
Word Count: 1362
Warnings: nothing serious, mostly a little bit of angst and fluff
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âAlice says youâre going to turn me,â you mention offhandedly as you run your fingers through Jasperâs hair, sectioning off a few pieces before starting a braid.
The blond stiffens where heâs sat in front of you. When you invited him over to watch Wall-e, this was certainly not what he was expecting.Â
âAlice says a lot of things,â he murmurs slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the rusty, little robot on the screen.
Out of all the movies youâve made him watch, this one seems to feel oddly familiar. Itâs much like your story. Him, an old creature, obviously out of place in this world, falling irrevocably for something so sweet and fiery like the white robot, like you. Being terrified of letting you go. Terrified of you getting hurt.
Pinning the braid to the back of his head, you move to the other side of his temple and quietly ask, âWhat do you say about it?â
Jasper takes a deep, unnecessary breath, his next word slow, hesitant to roll off his tongue, âDarlinâ...â
You press your lips together. That's a familiar tone. Itâs the one he uses when he wants to avoid a conversation. You need to talk about this though.Â
âDoes it scare you?â You ask, voice still soft as you twist the strands together.
The blond is silent for a moment. The only sound in the room is the soft music of the movie, and you hum along as you tie off the braid and pin it with the other, forming a little crown around his head. You know heâs thinking, trying to figure out exactly what to say, he just needs the time.
Fondly, you curl your arms around Jasperâs shoulders and give him a soft squeeze. Youâd wait a million years for him, if thatâs what he needs, and that feeling must rub off on the vampire, because he leans into your embrace, rigidness slipping away.
âI donât understand you, darlinâ,â Jasper drawls, tilting his head a fraction to look at you. You press a gentle kiss to his lips, drawing a familiar, slanted grin from him. âIâve lived 161 years and never met anyone like you.â
âYouâre avoiding my question, Jas,â you chastise, despite the blush dusting your cheeks, âDonât think you can distract me with your southern charm.â
âYou donât think itâll work?â Those amber eyes gleam with mischief as he beams up at you.
âNot today, cowboy.â You carefully ruffle his hair before straightening up and letting yourself be a little more serious. âI think we should talk about this, Jas. Itâs important to me.â
Jasperâs brow furrows, all too aware of how truthful youâre being. Pushing himself up from the floor, he settles down next to you on the bed. He leaves a respectful gap between you, just a handful of inches, but it feels like a chasm, so you scoot closer and take his hand. Jasper instinctively intertwines them, his thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles, and it just feels right.
âDoes it scare you?â You ask again, voice practically a whisper.
âWhich part?â
âEither?â You analyze Jasperâs face, searching for any clue of what he might be thinking, but his features are carefully blank. The buzz of nerves in your chest only worsen at that. âDo you want me to turn?â
âYes.â
You let out a heavy breath. The single word eases every sliver of doubt youâve been carrying the past few weeks, and he can feel it.
âIt would be nice to not want to kill you, darlinâ,â Jasper jokes (only partially) with a small smirk as he brings your wrist to his lips, pressing them daringly to your pulse, âAnd Iâd be a fool to not want a forever with you.â
âWell, you are no fool,â you giggle, heart racing away, and you know Jasper can hear it when he perks a teasing brow at you.
âI most certainly am not, maâam.â
âDonât you dare start with that.â You shoot him a glare, but the smirk never leaves his lips as the vampire presses another kiss to your knuckles.
You linger in the moment, in the feeling of his cold touch. The silence between the two of you is heavy but comfortable, like a blanket, sealing you off from the rest of the world. You donât even remember the movie playing in the background. Itâs just you and Jasper.
âSo youâre scared of the âyouâ part,â you whisper eventually, finitely.
Jasper replies, reluctant and quiet, âI canât hurt you, darlinâ.â
âEven if itâs something I want?â
His lips draw into a tight line. You can practically see the conflict play out in his eyes, like flashing gunfire. Like a wild animal, frozen between fight or flight and fear. Fear of himself. A sad sigh slips past your lips when you realize why. He still sees himself as the monster.
âJasper,â you start and drop his hand in favor of cupping his face gently. He needs to feel you on this. His amber eyes bore into yours, wide and uncertain. âI will never make you do something you donât want to do, ever. What you want is important to me. We are a team, right?â He gives a slight nod, and you smile. âSo I want this, and I want it to be you, not just because I love you, but because I trust you, Jasper. But if you donât want to, thatâs okay.â
Jasperâs eyes dart between yours, edged with an unspoken desperation. Itâs like heâs not 160 years old, and instead the young teenager he was when he was turned. The years slip away and he feels just as scared as he had back then.
Yet here you are, with far fewer years, only the existence of this small town behind you, looking at him, and telling him he has a choice. Telling him you trust him. And he can feel it, feel the absolute earnesty in your words, the love pouring off of you as you look at him with such gentleness and understanding. Itâs like warmth pouring over him, something he hasnât felt in such a long time.
âNow,â you hum, reassured by the way his eyes settle and how his shoulders slump, like the weight is finally falling off of them, âthat was a lot, so we are going to finish this movie, okay? And youâre going to take your time to think about it, because weâre not rushing into anything.â
You lean forward and give him a kiss. Itâs soft, just the barest press of your lips to his, but when you draw back, thereâs that relieved grin pulling at his lips again. Jasper catches you by the waist before you can pull away, drawing you right back in. His lips press insistently to yours, though his touch remains overwhelmingly gentle, like you are the most fragile piece of porcelain. It makes something warm pool deep in your chest, leaving you breathless when you finally pull away.
âIâm afraid we might have to start to movie over,â Jasper muses after a moment, and you canât help but burst into a fit of giggles, still trying to catch your breath.
âWere you enjoying it?â You ask, eyes suddenly wide with excitement.
âI was.â The vampire presses another, fond kiss to your forehead, drawing the cutest sigh from you. âThough I enjoy your presence even more.â
â...You just liked me playing with your hair, didnât you?â
You can feel his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin, and you swat playfully at his chest.
âThat doesnât mean I wasnât enjoying the movieâ he defends himself, voice bright with concealed laughter.
âSure, cowboy, now shush. I donât have the energy to lecture you twice,â you declare, twisting so you can look at the tv again.
âI wouldnât dare bring your wrath down again,â he teases as he pulls you into his lap, chin propping on your shoulder.
âIf you think that was my wrath, weâre in for a bumpy road, cowboy.âÂ
âItâs a good thing weâll have forever then, wonât it darlinâ?â
You smile, heart fluttering at the promise behind his words.
âIt certainly is.â
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This definitely took on a life of its own when I started writing, as most of my stuff does. I'll hopefully write another part with the actually turning, because a few people wanted that, but I liked this conversation and thought it'd be important.
Also, Jasper identifying with Wall-e is something I never knew I needed in this life, but it just works so gosh dang well.
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And Your Eyes Look Like Comin' Home ~LA!Mihawk Imagine~
Summary: Mihawk has to go back to sea to both yours and his dismay.
Authorâs Note: The next post will be about Shanks and reader meeting!
Based in my Enchanted series
Readerâs Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: slight angst, but mostly fluff
Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!
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It became almost like clockwork. During the week, youâd teach at the school, Mihawk will walk you home, and you two will have dinner together. And on the weekends, you would sell what you had in your garden before enjoying the day around the village and waters with Mihawk before going back home.
It was a nice routine between the two of you.
But Mihawk needed to go back to sea and he didnât want to leave you. He had grown fond of you during his time here. But he needed to take care of business. After all, he was a pirate warlord of the sea.
âI need to head out to sea again,â Mihawk tells you one night at dinner. No sugar coating. No leading it on, just the straight honest truth so you wouldnât have time to process it.
âYou do?â
âYes.â
âOh. When do you leave?â You asked disappointingly. As much as you didnât want to admit, you wanted him to stay.
âTomorrow morning.â
âYou should take some food with you before you go,â you tell him.
âIâll be okay.â
âI insist.â
âVery well.â
The next morning, you stood by the dock to say goodbye to him. You gave him a basket of the food you grew in your garden along with some extra stuff that Mihawk had bought for the two of you.
âSo I guess this is farewell?â You asked him. You hated that you were sad about saying bye to him.
âFor now. I will be back in a month or two at most,â he tells you.
âTo finish me off and claim your berry?â You joked. You came to closure that Mihawk had no intentions of killing you anymore ever since he decided to stay.
âNo. To come see you again,â Mihawk said before sailing off. You shook your head at him, not believing his words before walking back to your home.
You had gotten some letters from Luffy during the time to keep you company. He wrote to you about his time at sea and how he has a crew who heâd love for you to meet. But reading his letters made you sad, missing him even more.
Every day for the next two months felt boring after Mihawk left. You knew it was a bad idea to keep falling for pirate men but you couldnât help it. You wanted them to stay but you knew that they also belonged to the sea.
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You heard a knock on your door which scared you for a moment. You werenât expecting anyone especially not at night. You took a peak from the peep hole before opening the door quickly when you saw who it was.
âBrought you some new seeds from some other islands for you to grow in your garden,â Mihawk tells you as he held up your basket. You saw two bottles of red wine in the basket along with some other goodies besides the seeds (which were organized nicely).
âIâm guessing youâre staying for dinner?â You asked with a small smile. Your heart was racing from seeing Mihawk in front of you again.
âIf youâd have me,â Mihawk said. You nodded before letting him inside your house.
âNot gonna lie. I kinda missed you,â you chuckled.
âWhat a coincidence, I missed you too,â Mihawk says with a soft smile. You smiled up at him before grabbing him a plate for dinner.
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After dinner, you and Mihawk were drinking a glass of wine while he told you what he did while he was out in sea.
âI got you this as well,â Mihawk said as he gave you a large box with a bow wrapped around to keep it shut. You gave him a side look before taking the gift and carefully undoing the bow.
Inside the box was a beautiful dress. Your eyes widen as you looked up at Mihawk.
âWhat? I canât accept this. Mihawk, this is too much,â you tell him as you tried to give him back the dress.
âI insist. Itâs yours,â Mihawk tells you as he pushed your hands away gently. You admired the dress in your hands before looking back up at Mihawk.
âThank you,â you say before kissing his cheek.
âI think we had enough to drink. Letâs get you to bed shall we?â
âYou know, you can stay here if you like. I have an extra bed in the next room so you donât need to stay on your ship.â
âIf youâre okay with it.â
âYeah.â
âThen I shall stay. Iâll be here when you wake up,â Mihawk tells you. You nodded before taking the dress in your hands to take with you to your room.
âGoodnight, Mihawk.â
âGoodnight, Y/n.â
You went into your room and closed the door behind you. You admired the dress as you held it up to your body, imagining yourself in it. It wasnât too fancy and more of a casual dress but it was still beautiful. When was the last time you got to treat yourself with something so beautiful?
The next morning, you put on the new dress before walking out of your room. You saw Mihawk in the kitchen, getting breakfast started.
âI couldâve cooked,â you told him. Mihawk turned around to look at you.
âYou look beautiful."
"Thank you," you smile as you got closer.
"Does the dress fit nicely?â
âIt does! Iâm still in shock about you getting a dress this nice for me,â you chuckle to yourself.
âAnd whyâs that?â
âI just never thought to myself that I deserve something this nice,â you tell him.
"I think you do deserve something as nicely as a dress," Mihawk tells you.
"Thanks. I feel like I need to be careful with this dress. I don't want to get it ruined."
"I can always get you more dresses if you like."
"You don't have to do that."
"I insist."
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The next time Mihawk went to sea again, you were upset once more. You didn't want him to leave but you knew that he needed to be out at sea.
"I'm not sure when I'll be back again this time," Mihawk warned you.
"Just be careful. Okay?" You asked.
"Of course."
"Be safe," you tell him.
"I'll be back again," Mihawk said before sailing off once more.
The next time Mihawk came back, he had another dress wrapped up for you.
"I feel bad now. I don't have much to give to you," you tell him.
"You letting me into your home is more than enough."
"Where are you from though, Mihawk?"
"Kuraigana Island."
"You're a long way from home," you pointed out.
"Maybe. But I'm fine with being away for the time being," Mihawk said.
"Maybe one day I can visit Kuraigana Island?" You suggest.
"I'd like for you to visit whenever you can," Mihawk says. You smiled a little before getting dinner ready.
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Two in the Bush 2
Part 1
Steve called them both separately and arranged a meet up at Bennyâs. As the hour drew closer, he felt himself getting more nervous. He had only wanted a baby. He didnât really care about the alpha who would give him said baby. They were an afterthought. And really, neither Billy nor Eddie seemed like strong father figures, he had to admit. Both were rough around the edges in different ways.
Billy was more aggressive, which made for great sex but nothing about him seemed paternal. The few times they talked about their lives, it was clear to Steve that his own father had been lacking. And the same could be said about Eddie, who was as impulsive as he was flighty. He was definitely the more romantic of the two but that wasnât saying much.
His relationship with both was mostly physical. Heâd never even brought up pups because who would mention that desire to a fuck buddy that theyâd known for less than a year?
Best case scenario, neither of them wanted anything to do with it and Steve would be able to freely raise his pup with Robinâs help. He didnât feel the need for a DNA test, the two alphas looked so different, Steve was sure heâd be able to eventually tell who the father was.
But telling two bullheaded men that one of them had fathered your child could beâŠSteve was going to use the word interesting. He didnât think either of them wanted to raise a kid. But their alpha instincts might see the other as a competitor. Nevermind the fact that this was never exclusive.Â
Steve got to Bennyâs early, ready to mediate. Robin offered to be there as well, but Steve wanted it to start just between the three of them. Steve got a booth and just about ten minutes later, both Eddie and Billy arrived at the same time. Steve hid his smile behind the glass of juice he drank. It was almost like they had coordinated outfits. Billy wore leather pants and a denim jacket, while Eddie had a leather jacket and jeans.
They both stared at each other, then walked to the booth where Steve sat.
âIs this some kind of set up?â, Billy accused.
âJust sit, the both of youâ, Steve said, pointing to the space across from him.
They took a moment to glare at each other before doing just that. Steve took a breath as a waitress came by to take their orders now that the whole party was here. Heâd joked with Robin about getting them to pay for his meal, but now he felt too anxious. His stomach was twisted into knots.Â
âI called you both here today because-â
âWait, wait, wait, the first thing you should be doing is introducing usâ, Eddie said. âI donât even know who this guy is, or why weâre sitting on the same side.â
Billy looked Eddie up and down. âIf this is your way of asking for a threesome, sorry to say, I donât fuck alphas.â
Steve rolled his eyes. âBilly this is Eddie, Eddie, this is Billy.â
âOkayâ, Eddie frowned at Billy. âI second the âno threesome thingâ.â
âDo you really think thatâs why I invited you to a diner?â, Steve looked at them, incredulous.
âSo if this isnât a booty call then what is it, Harrington?â, Billy asked.
Well, here goes nothing. âIâm pregnant.â
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âAnd one of you might be the father.â
âŠ.
âUm-â
âSo youâre trying to baby trap us, is that it? What happened to keeping it casual?â, Billyâs scent was already starting to stink up the booth.
âBaby trapping implies I wanted to trap either of youâ, Steve frowned. âI donât see good fathers sitting across from me right now.â
âOuch. Harshâ, Eddie said.
âYeah, well, itâs the truth.â Steve crossed his arms. âIâm only telling you because I think you have a right to know. But I donât need help raising this baby.â
âSo youâre keeping it?â, Billy asked.
âYes, Iâm keeping.â
âHey, just asking, itâs the twenty-first century. Youâre not required to go through with it anymoreâ, Billy said with his hands up.
âWell I want to. Iâve always wanted toâ, Steve admitted. âIâm keeping my pup and raising them and I donât need anything from either of you. Not money or involvement or anything.â
âShucks, it sounds like you donât think weâre even capableâ, Eddie said. âI think Iâm starting to feel offended, what about you, Blondie?â
âBilly. And it doesnât just sound like he thinks weâre incapable. Sounds like he thinks weâd be shit dads.â
âHey, I make judgments based on what I see.â
âAnd youâve only seen our dicksâ, Eddie challenged. âWe could be smash hits when it comes to being dads and youâd have no idea.â
âI can handle a bachelorette party of twenty, I could probably handle a kidâ, Billy said, nonchalant now.
âA pupâs a hell of a lot different from mixing some drinks. OR fixing up a carâ, Steve said before Eddie could retort.
âI wasnât going to say thatâ, Eddie argued. âI was going to say that being a mechanic shows how patient and nurturing I can be.â
âPatient and nurturing? You?â, Steve raised a brow.
âYeah!â
âIâve literally seen you curse out that one kid at your job.â
Eddie rolled his eyes. âDustinâs in college, heâs hardly a kid.â
âEither way, neither of you are ready for thisâ, Steve said.
âAnd you donât think we could be ready in nine months?â, Billy asked.
Eddie grinned. âSounds like a challenge.â
âDo you guys even want to raise this pup with me? What if itâs not even yours?â, Steve asked.
Eddie smirked at Steve, then Billy. âI mean, itâs a 50-50 chance, right?â
âRightâ, Billy said.
And then they fist bumped each other and Steve just now realized he had lost control of the conversation. He didnât know if he was mad or happy at the conclusion theyâd come to. More than anything, he was just confused. When he got home, Robin was there, ready to dish.
âSo howâd the baby daddy react?â
âDaddies?â
âHuh?â
âDaddies, Robin. I have two baby daddies.â
Part 3
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Johnny Cage x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.3kÂ
Warnings: jealousy/insecurity, insinuations to smut (natural johnny jokes), lots of drinking for some reason idk what i was onÂ
Authorâs Note: i loveee johnny and writing for him is so fun. I think i kinda mixed the spicy fluffy lol, i hope you liked it darling!! I had sm fun with him <3Â
Requested: by anon, I loved your Johnny Cage fic. Can I request another one where heâs with the reader, but sheâs still nervous he still has feelings for Sonya? Fluffy or spicy ending is completely up to you, but a happy ending for everyone is all I ask. Youâre the best!!
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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Johnny wouldnât call himself a frequent drinker. He liked to have a beer at events and a glass when he was winding down at home. Sometimes he would have a nightcap, just to end things right. Every once in a while he would go out drinking with friends. Well, he liked to drink with you, that was always fun.Â
So maybe Johnny was a frequent drinker. But he wouldnât call it a problem.Â
Your giggles were like music to his ears. He could hear them from another room, identify it in a crowded space. He sat across from you on your shared California king bed. The bedroom was filled with posters from his movies, larger than life, a huge TV hanging from the wall. There was a discarded beer bottle beside you. You had a glass of your favorite in hand, something Johnny had made for you. He was a bartender in a movie. Ten years ago.Â
âNo more Jon. No more,â you said, and you were still giggling.Â
âCâmon, câmon. Donât be a party pooper.â His words were slurred. You could understand him despite it.Â
âThereâs no party!â you argued lightly. It was just the two of you at home, in bed. He had turned on some music, connecting it to a speaker in the lights. He had the whole place rigged with random electronics.Â
âThis is our party,â he said, grabbing your hands. He spilled your glass and you were both laughing again.Â
âYouâve been to real life parties Johnny. All the good ones, the crazy Hollywood ones. You call this a party?âÂ
âYes! This is my favorite kind of party!âÂ
You were only slightly intoxicated. In fact, you were mostly drunk from Johnny's presence. You enjoyed moments where you just got to sit together, laughing at his absurdness. People tend to think itâs his downfall. In truth, it was the most charming thing about him. You had never known Johnny to be anything except pleasant and funny.Â
âOh come on,â you said. You put down your glass beside you. Your bedside table was covered in things, from tissues to pills. You looked back up at him. He had sunglasses on top of his head, even though the sun had gone down ages ago. He wasnât wearing a shirt. His natural state of being. âWhatâs been the craziest party you went to?â He thought about it for a moment. He sat back, letting go of your hands. You raised an eyebrow at his studious gaze.Â
âThere was one like five years ago. People were hanginâ upside down, snorting stuff!â He shook his head, laughing fondly (and drunkenly) at the memory. âLike from the ceiling from hooks! I tried to get up there but Sonya told me I wasnât allowed to. She was always a party pooper, never wanted to have any fun in front of other people.â He shook his head, a far away look on his face. âShe did let me lift her up so she could order us drinks over everyones head. That was hella smart,â he pointed out.Â
Your face lost some of its joy at the mention of Sonya. You tried to bring your smile back, not let it bother you. Johnny had always been open about his past romances. He was a womanizer, it was part of his image. Even after his constant assurance, it bothered you a bit. The random girls less so.Â
Sonya Blade thoughâŠ
It was his longest relationship before you. They still worked together sometimes. He still mentioned her, off handedly, like she was a fond friend.Â
âYou good babe?â You blinked a couple of times, looking back in his eyes. You plastered a fake smile onto your face, trying to let the alcohol in your system sink in. You nodded quickly, grabbing your glass again and bringing it to your lips.Â
âPerfect!â You cleared your throat. âSounds insane.âÂ
âWe should try that next time,â he said. âIt was one of my better ideas.â You nodded again. He squinted, sitting all the way up on the bed. The comforter was all messed up from the two of you moving around it. He couldnât exactly place what had gone wrong but he knew something had been changed.
âYou have plenty of good ideas.â
âYeah, one time I used my powers to get us free drinks.â
âYou still do that.â
âItâs really successful. Can you blame me?â You shook your head. You finished your glass. Johnny studied you, squinting his eyes.
âIâm gonna get another glass.âÂ
âWait wait, woah!â He grabbed your hand before you could go far. âWait, something just happened but I donât know what it was. The vibe changed.â
âNothing changed,â you assured him. âI just want another glass!â Johnny didnât know a lot but he knew you. He knew the way you smiled and the way you sometimes covered up your emotions to save him. Even when he said you shouldnât, you did.Â
But arguing with you seemed like a mute point. He wanted things to stay good. Thatâs all heâs ever wanted.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYes Jon.â You leaned forward, giving him a kiss. His lips were plump and extremely kissable. It never failed to make you feel better. You kissed the edge of his mouth, leaving faint flutters on his skin. He smiled, shining his movie star smile.Â
âCan you get me another too?â
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Johnny hadnât even broken a sweat. He could go for round after round and come out of it unscathed and ready for another. You hopped back up, rubbing the tiredness from your face. You stretched your neck back and forth.Â
âTired already?â he teased. You rolled your eyes. You guys had started to train more together. It saved you both a trip to a gym and it proved that you could get all your anger out in a healthy way. Healthy being a relative term.Â
âIâm goinâ easy on you,â you joked. You stood up straight.Â
âI donât like it when you lie to me,â he joked. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the edge of the matt so you could grab a drink of water. You were less âindestructibleâ based and more âpowerâ based. âYou know thereâs always other stuff we can use the mat for.â He walked over to you, grabbing his own bottle. You gave him a look as you gulped down your water. He smiled suggestively.Â
âIâm not falling for that this time.âÂ
âYou make it sound like you arenât a willing participant.â He flipped his water bottle and caught it. âHey, thereâs a party in the hills tonight. I was gonna go but I figured I could take you.â You hummed in consideration. He watched you eagerly.Â
âSounds like you have ulterior motives.âÂ
âI always have ulterior motives.â He was looking down at you with a hopeful gaze. Johnnyâs eyes crinkled at the sides. Parties with him were always fun, if not overwhelming. He knew everyone and always wanted to talk to them. He dragged you around like a trophy. But by the end of the night, you were always laughing and always gleefully drunk and happily tied to his side.
He tilted his head.Â
âPlease?âÂ
You bit your cheek, making an exaggerated face of contemplation.Â
âAlright.âÂ
âYes!â He kissed your forehead, giving you finger guns. You rolled your eyes. âIâm gonna go start getting ready. Takes me forever, you know.â
âI know Johnny.âÂ
âI gotta call the limo.âÂ
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âDrink! Over here!âÂ
âJohnny, you have to order the drink!â you said, laughing. He looked down at you, shaking his head.Â
âTheyâll figure it out!â âWhatâcha want man!?âÂ
âFuck!â Johnny exclaimed. You laughed, knocking your head against the booth. You were shoved right beside Johnny, close enough where you were practically sitting on him. You had an arm over his shoulders, tracing things into his neck. It was making him restless. Which made him hot. âSomething fruity!âÂ
âFor the lady?!âÂ
âFor me! I like fruity things!â Your laughter intensified. He turned back to you.Â
âWhat? What?!â
âNothing,â you promised. You patted his chest. You were both down a few. It was so loud. The flashing lights made you feel immediately higher than you were, Johnnyâs voice drowning into the music. Peopleâs voices were overlapping in excitement, there were bodies on bodies, sweat and spit swapping.Â
The waiter gave Johnny some magical drink of unknown origins. He started to drink it immediately.Â
âOh fuck,â he muttered. âSonya used to love this shit.â You tensed. You didnât want to have this conversation here, now.Â
âYeah?â You receded your hand. You put it in your lap.Â
âAll tough girl but always liked the fruit drinks,â he explained. âPineapple juice or something.â You grabbed your drink and took a swig. The liquid going down your throat felt good, despite the burn.Â
âHm.â He turned to you, noticing the absence of your touch.Â
âYou good?âÂ
âGreat!â you lied.
âYou sure?â You turned to him. You couldnât be sure if it was the liquid courage or the environment but it made you want to say something. You wrapped your hands around the glass tightly.Â
âYou sure talk about Sonya a lot,â you observed. You hadnât meant for your voice to come off as aggressive as it did. It was fueled by the constant silence, the moments where you bit your tongue. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was a flash of hurt across his eyes but you didnât catch it. âI mean, if you wanna talk about her that much, you donât have to do it with me. Sheâs your ex Johnny.âÂ
The music muffled in Johnnyâs ears. It was like he was watching you speak outside of himself, like it wasnât him you were speaking to. You were always fun and easy to bounce off of. You never showed any sort of issue with Sonya outwardly.Â
âI didnât know,â he said, voice almost inaudible over the club.Â
âCâmon,â you grumbled. âI know all of the dates you guys used to go on. What kind of books she would read, the drinks she would order.â You fidgeted in your seat. You werenât sitting on top of him anymore. âI mean, itâs like you still love her.â Your voice was laced with venom, all the insecurity behind it coming through.Â
Johnnyâs big puppy dog eyes fell. He had no idea you felt like that. He wished you had told him before. He started to shake his head aggressively, turning to face you with his entire body. He grabbed your hand gently. His big hand held yours with such soft intentions.Â
âI donât. I swear to you,â he said, trying his hardest to ground his voice. âI donât love her anymore. I love you.â You didnât make eye contact with him. âWe were just together a long time, some of the stories I wanna tell you have her in it.âÂ
You finally met his eyes. You felt immediately embarrassed, sobering up quickly.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry I brought it up,â you said, shaking your head.Â
âNo, itâs something. It clearly bothers you.â He made you face him. His eyes were oozing with concern. He still looked kind of drunk but he could have fooled you. âIâm sorry.â He held your hands tightly, putting your drink back on the counter.Â
âMe too.âÂ
âDon't apologize.â He bit his lip. âBaby.âÂ
âJohnny.âÂ
âYou wanna dance with me or somethin?â You laughed gently.Â
âI do.âÂ
âI promise Iâll stop bringing her up so much. I don't love anyone but you.âÂ
âSamesies.âÂ
âCool.âÂ
âCool.â He gestured with his head towards the dance floor. âDance?âÂ
âOr we could skip the dancing all together and go back to the limo?âÂ
âMy girl. My girl, my girl.â He inched closer to you, kissing you cupping your face. You felt entirely consumed by his scent. He stood up, holding your hand. He slipped off his shimmery jacket and handed it over to you. âItâs gonna be cold outside for a minute. Put this on.â âYes sir.â He moved around the other people at the table, saying quick goodbyes to anyone sober enough to pay attention. He threw his arm over your shoulder. You put your arm on his hip. He leaned down to whisper to you as you left. He tossed some money on the table.Â
âI just wanted to put more clothes on you so I could take them off.â âI know Johnny.âÂ
âWe should get matching tattoos.â
âJohnny, one thing at a time.â
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I JUST READ THE MELO SMUTđ„”đ„”so good can you do another one weâre heâs obsessed with the reader like heâs always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark
CLOSER.
Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.
WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)
Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I canât keep holding this damn request hostage đ© so I hope you still enjoy this, itâs LONG lmfao.
Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO
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âDamn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note youâve gotten this month!â Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. âGirl, stop! Itâs notâŠmaybe fortiethâ Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. âLike that makes a difference, Y/N. You donât find this shit kinda..weird?â Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.
âNo, not really. Itâs kinda sweet!â
âSweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You donât think thatâs creepy?â
âI dunno. Maybe they shy, Karinaâ
âNuh-uh. I donât trust it, I donât like it. What if itâs your ex?â Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.
âYou are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason havenât talked in so long, I doubt it. I havenât even seen the nigga aroundâ
âSo? Nothing about me is dramatic, Iâm telling you the truth. Thatâs more than a secret admirer, thatâs a stalkerâ
Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. âStalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?â
âNo, itâs real life. thatâs why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakupâ
Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasnât her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/Nâs house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasnât the best with approaching women of Y/Nâs caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games thatâd usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.
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âBe safe, okay?â
âYes, Karina! I wonât get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promiseâ Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/Nâs smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those âsilly little notesâ. âOkay, Iâm sorry. Iâll be safeâ she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didnât matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldnât go farther than that, she didnât need a rebound.
Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didnât give Karina a plate of her own before she left, sheâd complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.
Then, the doorbell rang.
The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.
Knock, knock, knock.
Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.
âHello??â She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. âStupid ass kids knockinâ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they assesâ She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.
As her eating progresses, she couldnât help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.
âWhereâs my phone?â
She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldnât stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.
Her body hit the floor with a âTHUDâ, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.
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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her âcrazy assâ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadnât seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.
The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didnât see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jasonâs dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his âhelpless whore of a motherâ, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.
After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.
Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.
Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the manâs left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldnât have possibly seen it coming.
âRight out the park!â Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasnât splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jasonâs knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jasonâs loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. âI guess this is the part where I run to baseâ Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.
Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didnât wanna hear his or anyone elseâs mouth.
Then, in Lameloâs basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.
âHow the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?â Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. âYou genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?â
Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.
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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. âLook whoâs upâ Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/Nâs eyebrows knit together. âI know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? Iâll tell you all that later. But, for right now, weâre gonna celebrateâ He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.
Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chairâs own legs.
âI wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new loveâ He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. âDrinkâ he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. âWhy not? You think I poisoned it or somethinâ?â He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. âI wouldnât do that to myself, so drinkâ he insists.
Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. âIf you donât drink, imma just force youâ Y/N didnât budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didnât drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.
She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. âI dunno if you realized yet, but Iâm the one in charge, Iâm the one who ainât tied up, Iâm the one that could end you like *snap* thatâ he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasnât gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldnât have to. âI know youâre a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didnât go through all those letters to find out you canât follow simple instructions, prettyâ
Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. âLetters?âŠYou were the one writing those fuckinâ letters?â She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. âSurpriiiise~â he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.
âYouâre a sick personâ She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, heâd be a Rockefeller. âEverybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of societyâ
âJesus Christâ she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didnât listen. If she did, she wouldnât be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didnât even know. âDonât act so sad. Youâre gonna love meâŠor at least learn to. again, youâre smartâ
âI donât wanna love you. I wanna go homeâ
âYou are home. Donât be stupidâ He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. âYou think imma cut you, Y/N?â She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. âYou think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?â He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.
âLet. Me. Goâ
âOr what?â Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldnât make out or tell if it was anger. âYou canât do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you arenât answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and youâre having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling thatâs distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your roomâ he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.
âWould you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidateâ the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasnât even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.
If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.
âFuckâ
She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.
He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldnât help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. âLemme help you witâ that, maâ Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ânoâ, but he nods a âyesâ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. âGo âheadâ He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.
Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time sheâd raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon itâd get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldnât help but look, it was so obvious.
Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. âSpeed upâ he instructed.
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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lameloâs hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.
Feeling defeated, Y/Nâs head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.
âWho could possibly be here? could they help?â
Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lameloâs face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.
The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.
As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. âRoommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, maâ He praises, standing from his crouching position. âI think you deserve a treat because of thatâ
Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ
She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.
She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. âRun pretty fast for someone whoâs been tied up for hoursâ He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldnât believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didnât budge once.
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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldnât stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didnât get to him first. âStop..â She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.
Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didnât want and didnât expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.
He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadnât even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.
Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didnât even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.
âGood girlâŠâ he rasps.
âItâs so fucking deepâ She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldnât tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadnât had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lameloâs tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.
âThis pussy grippinââ Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.
âYeah? You like it?â She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.
âMhmm, fuckâ He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.
âCall me daddyâ
âDaddy!â
âYeah, whatâs my name?â
âDaddy! Fuck!â
âYou so fuckinâ pretty, mamasâ he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.
He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.
Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.
He didnât hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.
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Confessions. â jj maybank
SUMMARY: He likes you. You like him. But guess what? Youâre both too afraid to tell each other that piece of information. Until one of you finally says the words you both are craving to hear from each other.
word count: 1,480
genre: fluff and slight angst | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly
warnings: teasing, mention of weed use, love confessions, some curse words, use of pet name (angel), english is not my first language, slightly proofread â if i forgot something, please let me know!
a/n: first time i wrote anything for our beloved jj! iâm on a slight writers block so it's shorter than my usual fics. BUT iâm still happy that i actually finished it :) happy reading everyone đ«¶
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âYou fucking asshole,â you joked and nudged his arm slightly. He chuckled while you gave him his joint back after you took a hit from it.
You were currently sitting with your friend, JJ, at the beach. It was a more hidden area, your secret spot. You havenât seen him in a while. Well, actually you did. But it has been some weeks since you hung out alone with him. The past few weeks put some distance between you, mostly because you both were scared. Scared of falling even more for each other.
Yes, you fell for one of your closest best friends. You might be an idiot for that, you thought to yourself. Nearly every day once you realized the truth about your own feelings. Sadly, you were almost one hundred percent sure that he didnât feel the same way about you. Despite Sarah and Kiara telling you the opposite all the time.
Sarah knew from John B. how JJ talked about you in front of him and Pope every time the three of them were alone together. Your friends knew that the way he looked at you and treated you gave everything about his real feelings away.
That boy was head over heels for you. But just like you, he was sure you wouldnât like him back. Not someone like him. How could you after all? He was just a guy who either was high, running away from his problems, drinking, or spending time with his friends or specifically with you. The last two options are actually something good but JJ still didnât see anything good in or about him. At least not good enough for you.
On the other hand, everybody saw the way you looked at him as well. Either when he was looking or not. The way you were the only person who was able to calm him down. The way you would be the only one who was laughing at some of his jokes. You were the only person he would let in if he had a breakdown. Everybody could tell how much you meant to each other.
But sure, you both didnât like each other at all.
âYou know how much I love smoking with you, angel, right?â He grinned at you and took another hit from his rolled joint. That fucking bastard.
His grin got even bigger after he noticed the slight blush creeping on your cheeks. âSuch a pretty shade.â JJ slightly put one of his fingers on your cheek and pointed out the red cheeks.
You widened your eyes and immediately laid down on your back. There was some grass underneath you â since you were sitting at the edge of the beach. You were trying to hide your face from him by looking at the sky. Even while you were starting to see the stars getting brighter, he still saw the blush he was causing on your face. You always blushed whenever he used that particular pet name for you. And he knew damn well what it did to you until now he just never said something about it. It had to be the joint finally taking in its effect in both of your bodies. Your eyes were still focused on the sky. JJs eyes were focused on you, even after he laid down next to you as well. The joint between his fingers was long forgotten.
Minutes passed by in complete silence. You didnât trust your own body, so you tried not to look at him. You were too scared of what could happen if you did.
âNo matter how hard I try, youâre always on my mind,â he whispered and broke the silence between you. He couldnât wait any longer. He needed to say his feelings out loud even if it meant taking a risk. He had to.
You slightly gulped. âI donât know what you mean, JJ. Like⊠You are on my mind too. Just like⊠Like everyone else,â you tried to calm yourself down. You exactly knew what he was talking about.
You heard him slightly chuckling because of your answer. He finally laid down on his back and watched the night sky as well.
âI canât stop thinking about you, angel. Every time I try to stop myself from it, it becomes more,â he spoke softly. His head was still turned towards the sky.
You could feel his body warmth, both your bodies were laying closely next to each other. Both your hands were almost touching but no one dared to overstep this part. Your heart started beating faster because what if he actually liked you after all? What if your friends were telling you the truth all the time?
âJJâŠâ You sighed with a quiet voice.
âI always push everyone away but with you? Itâs different,â he continued, âYouâre special to me. You always have been.â
Each of your pinky fingers got closer but didnât touch. You decided to let him talk and didnât want to interrupt him until he was finished.
âI canât sit here any longer anymore and keep my feelings hidden. I canât and donât want to lose you. It might be too late already and I might be selfish right now but I have to tell you these things,â he paused for a moment. âBut you wonât leave my mind. Iâm always finding myself thinking and smiling about your smile, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your favorite things and interests. How you laugh at my stupid jokes even if we both know damn well that theyâre bad sometimes. I love the way you take care and be there for your loved ones. Especially for me, angel. Do you want to know why I call you angel?â
You hummed and nodded your head. Your lips slightly formed a smile because of his words.
âBecause you are the definition of being an angel.â
Your eyes slightly teared up at this confession. It took you a few seconds to process it but it ended up in finally holding his pinky finger. A small smile appeared on both of your lips.
You chuckled, âI hate you.â He knew it was one of your jokes.
âIâm pretty sure itâs quite the opposite.â
âHow do you want to know that?â
He turned his body towards you, and you followed him. Itâs the first time you noticed how close your bodies actually were.
âIâm hoping it,â JJ chuckled nervously. He was scared he might fuck up everything he has with you. Unless he already did.
You looked him in the eyes. There was a light dim from the moon on his face, which let you see him a tiny bit better. Both of your hands were next to each others faces again. One more move and you would hold each other again but you both were too afraid to do it in that very moment. You started hearing your own heartbeat again the more you looked at him from this position. There was a comfortable atmosphere between you. And no one wanted to ruin it. JJ scooted closer to you, your noses were slightly brushing against each other. One more move and you could feel his lips on yours. You could feel his breath on your face and slowly closed your eyes with a short sigh.
"I.. I do," you suddenly whispered softly. You didnât plan to but it just happened. Maybe it was the joint and how it calmed down your nerves.
JJ immediately sat up and looked down at you. He let out a surprised noise which made you laugh. You sat up as well and faced him. Taking in his hands, you repeated your words, to which he started to smile. He nervously brushed over your hands with his thumbs.
"I like you, JJ. You make me happy and you are my safe place. You probably always have been even when I didnât realize my feelings for you. Even Sarah or Kiara couldnât convince me of the truth," you chuckled at your own anxiety.
JJ eventually closed the gap between you and kissed you softly. There was no harsh pressure, just softness. He was careful. Testing how far he could go for this moment. Hearing the waves from the sea in the background made it even more perfect. Especially because after all it was your shared and secret spot. It already had a special meaning for both of you. Tonight, it made it even more special.
âAdmit it, angel. Iâm just too irresistible,â he teased you after your kiss. That asshole.
You slightly slapped his arm. With a chuckle, you pulled him towards you. "Just shut up," and with that, you kissed him again.
It really took just one joint and smoking it alone with him to admit your feelings to each other. And it was the best decision ever.
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