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aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guysâ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple
cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry đ); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :â3
(you tell them itâs a wrong send, and that itâs meant for johnny so they all said, âoh damn. welp,â and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)
johnny fucks you first. the guys didnât complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, âwatch me.â
not us, but me. like you��re a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that⌠doesnât deter you at all.
instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnnyâs smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.
he doesnât care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.
he crawls until heâs on top of you, and throws out, âlet me show ye how to fuck âer, yes?â
you donât even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because heâs already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessssâ
this is the delicious burn youâve wanted. oh god oh godâ
it didnât even take johnny long before youâre cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.
you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like itâs a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.
itâs gross and weird, especially as the recollection that youâve had an audience hits you, but then johnnyâs stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someoneâs already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.
you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesnât ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you donât know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.
which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who isâwasâslowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.
you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then johnâs rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet johnâs stare head on.
he looks⌠calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.
you donât know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because johnâs already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like heâs scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.
god, whyâs everything so difficult with himâeven now, speared with his cock, you still donât know how to react. itâs like youâre a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your COâs scrutiny. itâs jarring, terrifying, really, but then johnâs drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.
you hear more than see johnâs pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags onânuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like heâs taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because heâs so different from johnny.
johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and itâs so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.
you donât know how long heâs got you like that, but then heâs pulling back and away, and, ânonono, please. please, sirââ
âshh, iâve got you,â he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know somethingâs changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.
you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like theyâre appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like youâre submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.
you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know somethingâs happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because johnâs fucking back into you.
it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you havenât felt beforeâjohnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like heâs trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.
it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you canât, not when johnâ
âfuck!â you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.
you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. itâs like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.
you donât even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, johnâs already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize heâs still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.
it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirtâs been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.
you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that thereâs no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasnât there beforeâclose to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that donât require your involvement.
the same shelving where youâve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.
��kyle?â you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didnât matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.
excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladedâice shards against still waters.
kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.
his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonderâseeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.
he reaches for your waist and drags you so youâre laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when youâre bare before him.
you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.
âyouâve been so good to us, love,â he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.
you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if heâs doing this for youâtalking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyleâ
kyle is trying to distract you.
youâve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. itâs out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyleâs left leg the way he treats all his smaller gunsânever straying beyond his person, and hovering close. youâve once asked him if it wasnât more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like youâve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, âthereâs a certain pleasure in having it displayed.â
like a promise and an assuranceâhe will always be faster; the one who is more in control.
and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.
you didnât even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.
âdonât worry,â he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. âall good girls have to be rewarded.â
kyle doesnât fuck you with his cock right away; instead, heâd bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.
you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesnât reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussyâs still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.
he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them outâhe lifts up and sucks your other nippleâand punching them back in. itâs a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyleâs back because how could he make you feel good just like this?
itâs almost a laughable parallelâjust an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didnât even need to feel ecstatic, just something thatâd rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.
how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that heâs even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?
how dare heâ
âno!â you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!
âoh, love,â kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. âiâm not done yet, i promise.â
you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and johnâand the reminder that theyâre there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick secondâkyle doesnât press in slow nor gentle.
no.
kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmedâbecause there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasureâbefore you black out for a second.
you come to the feeling of kyleâs hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.
he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. âcame so soon fâr me, love.â
your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.
âthat must mean yâr ready for something else, yeah?â
a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, youâre sure.
buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.
you wonder what your face mustâve looked like because kyle begins to croon.
âiâve seen this from a homemade porn video.â he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. âand iâve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didnât press it on her clit.â
whatâ
kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you donât notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know heâs just as interested.
kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like youâre being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and itâs weird because kyleâs still in you so whatâ
you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on yourâ
âno way,â johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you canât because heâs right.
no way.
kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic areaâkyle had pressed the toy on your womb.
the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because youâve never felt this way before. you didnât even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyleâs already resuming the pace heâd set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.
you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. theyâre still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you donât even realize youâve begun to babble.
âno more!â you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyleâs chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.
everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and itâs building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.
âiâm scared! iâm scared, kyle please!â
your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.
âyâr pussyâs going stir crazy, baby,â he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.
it is something youâve never felt before; itâs almost like you are relearning your body at this very momentâlike kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.
kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and itâs like heâs been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.
how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you donât know, but your orgasm is building, peakingâ
it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.
your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.
he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, âjust one more, little bird.â
kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.
he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldnât even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.
waiting.
âwasâit?â you finally bite out because you know simonâyou know ghostâand there is something thatâs sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.
simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
you groan, growing impatient. âtell mâ.â
but he still doesnât talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that youâre still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, âsâmon, noâŚâ
he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.
âwonât you let me fuck this hole instead,â simon finally replies.
your heart lurches to your throat, and youâre not the only one surprised because johnnyâs bounding in close, excited, chatting simonâs ear how he wants to go next, âplease, LT?â
you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simonâs already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnnyâs so impatientâa master and his dogâbefore they turn to you again.
it is only then do you realize that simon hadnât been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isnât yes.
anal sex hasnât been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simonâs gaze is heavy. itâs final.
before you can even reply, johnâs already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube youâve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.
you lay there, on simonâs lap, seeing them flanking you for this⌠corrupting.
âokay,â you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.
thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.
âgood girl.â
whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3
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satoru comeback truthers rise WHERE IS UR RAGE !!!
youre still slightly shaking, even with one hand in your lovers warmer one, you canât help but feel the same fear you felt when you saw him laying in two.
âsweetheartâ his voice is honey like, smoothing your sore throat as you look up at him, face dirty and scarred. âi asked if you wanna get pho?â
itâs odd, coming back home as if nothing happened. as if he hadnât just had the battle of a lifetime and almost lost. your legs feel wobbly and that sinking pit in your stomach is back. you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, playing it off as you thinking.
âyeah pho sounds goodâ you say weakly, not taking your eyes off of satoru as he leads you to the couch. he tries to untangle your fingers from his, stopping when he feels your squeeze harder to keep his hand in place.
he doesnât say anything, instead ordering with one hand, drawing a soothing circle with his thumb on your hand. satoru can feel your eyes on him, practically burning a hole into his skull with the intensity of your stare. he doesnât mind, he canât imagine how you felt, thinking he was dead for who knows how long. god knows what he wouldâve done if the roles were reversed.
âordered it, should be here in an hour ishâ he whispers, pulling you close and laying back on the couch. youâre quick to wrap your arms around him, careful to not squeeze too hard as he was still sore and bruised.
thump, thump, thump.
the rhythmic beating is enough to calm you for a moment, your hands are less shaky and you feel like you can finally breathe. your eyes shut for a second, only to be met with the scene of satoru laying on ground. your eyes are shooting open immediately, making you sit up straight and giving satoru a once over, relieved to see he was really there.
âhey, im right hereâ heâs as gentle as ever, hands finding yours and squeezing tight. âim not going anywhereâ heâs promises, placing one of your hands over his warm chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart calms you once more.
ââm sorryâ you choke out, wiping your eyes quickly before smiling softly, âwas just- it was a lotâ you mumble, âi thought-â you canât bring yourself to finish the sentence, satoru doesnât make you, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head.
the two of you stay like that for a while, taking turns holding each other, comforting one another and placing endless kisses on each others faces. it felt like only a moment had passed in comparison to the eternity you felt without satoru.
satoru notices the way your eyes linger on him, the way youâre looking at him every couple minutes as the two of you eat soup in silence. it hurts his heart, seeing you so afraid and traumatized, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure they kept you away from any screens.
the season finale of the show you two had been watching doesnât matter to you much anymore, barely paying attention to it. your focus is instead on the white haired man laying practically on top of you, mindlessly eating some popcorn youâd made for him.
your fingers are tangled in his hair, somehow still soft despite everything he went through. satoru can feel your eyes on him, of course he can. he wonders if youâre looking at his scarred skin, if youâre too scared to even continue a relationship with him.
âyou should showerâ your comment is what breaks the silence and interrupts satoruâs spiraling thoughts.
âhuh?â thereâs genuine confusion in his voice. is that really what you were thinking about? âare you calling me stinky?â he teases, testing the waters.
âgrimy, actuallyâ a small smile creeping on your lips. it makes satoruâs heart glow, a wide grin on his lips as he sees your smile.
âyour words cut deepâ he pouts, quickly smiling again when you roll your eyes at his familiar antics. âeven sukuna didnât hurt me this muchâ the words make you gasp, smacking him slightly and pushing him off the couch.
âuncalled for!â you laugh, shrieking when satoru stands from the floor and picks you up swiftly. he doesnât think k twice before peppering kisses over your face and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
ânow youâre stinky too!â he wastes no time in heading to the restroom, with you still in his arms (hardly putting up a fight). he sets you on the counter softly, bending down to be eye level with you. his nose is only centimeters from yours, and you canât resist the urge to rub yours against his.
satoru giggles at your action; the noise alone puts your heart at ease, the weight on your shoulders lifted and things felt right.
for the time the two of you are in the restroom life is perfect again. even when satoru takes his shirt off, visibly nervous about the new scar across his torso, youâre too happy to have him there to care.
âyou donât think it looks, i donât know, ugly?â heâs avoiding eye contact and you canât help but laugh softly. the sound makes his head snap towards you immediately, relaxing when you take his hands in his and pull him closer.
âyou could never look ugly, angel boyâ you mumble, kissing his lips. âi think it looks good, actuallyâ you grin, wiggling your eyebrows and making his cheeks flush pink. satoru wastes no time kissing you again, giggling against your lips.
the hot water hits his skin and it feels like a godsend, making hums sigh in relief.
âtold you you should showerâ you tease, making your lover grin at your words. he waves you off gently, relishing in the feeling. âcâmere let me shampoo you.â
satoru doesnât hesitate, a faint smile on his lips when your fingers scratch his scalp. maybe itâs the steam enshrouding the two of you, or seeing you change into his clothes, or smelling the clean bedsheets again, or being home- regardless of the reason satoru finally feels free.
thereâs no stress on his shoulders from the higher ups or his clan, heâs not afraid of his students getting hurt anymore, heâs not afraid of losing you.
âi love you sweetheartâ he whispers. youâve been asleep for a while now, your head on his chest with your arms wrapped tightly around him. maybe it was weird but he didnât care, he spent the night tracing your features with his eyes, memorizing any noise you made and the way you breathed.
satoruâs eyes watered, grateful to be back home. his eyes wandering to his sock drawer, tomorrow heâll pull out the small velvet box he bought a year ago.
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healing touch
words: 700
warnings: established relationship, catcalling
âyou've changed.â rafe observes, cocking his head to the side as you don't respond to his arrival home, or even budge at his words. your eyes are stared straight forward, blank and almost hollow, so unlike the vibrancy rafe is used to seeing when he looks at you.
âbaby.â rafes voice is softer now as he takes a step forward, not trying to startle you from your place perched on the countertop, sat with your legs pulled up to your chest, chin against your knees.
âdarling.â rafe steps closer again, and your eyelashes finally flutter as you notice him, looking up without even a crack of a smile.
âwhat's wrong?â he asks, suppressing the urge to get angry, to lash out at whoever-whatever, he doesn't care, made you feel this way. rafe knows he needs to stay calm for you, placing his hands on your hips and looking you in your chocolate brown eyes.
âi decided to walk today to vikeys.â you tell rafe, swallowing harshly.
âuh huh.â rafe knows you usually go to a friend's house when he's gone for the day, giving yourself something to do and also a chance to catch up when you can't be with your boyfriend.
âand i walked past that construction site. you know the new apartments being put up.â you wait for rafe to nod before continuing. âthe⌠the workers there were on their lunch break and theyâŚâ
âwhat did they do?â rafe asks, harsh tone slipping into his voice, but you know it's not meant for you.
âthey were just whistling at me at first. i tried to walk by faster, i crossed the street, but they just got louder. started talking about- about what they'd do to me.â
you don't have to say anything more for rafe to understand. he carefully pulls your legs down and pulls you to the edge of the marble countertop so he can press you against his chest, knowing that what you need at the moment is his touch, his hold.
âi got to vickys as soon as i could. i just felt disgusting, gross. she let me shower there and borrow a pair of clothes before driving me back home.â
âill make sure to thank vicky for helping out my girl.â rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head. âyou could have called me though, baby.â
âi-i know.â you look up at rafe, tears welling up. âi just wasn't thinking. i felt like i was in another body almost.â
âand how are you feeling now?â rafe asks, his hands gently petting up and down your back.
âbetter now that you're here.â you sigh out.Â
âdid you eat?â rafe glances at the clock, knowing he's home a bit later than usual.Â
when you shake your head no, rafe pauses for a moment to think. âhow about we order pizza and relax and watch that new season of the tv show you've been hounding me to see?â rafe sees a little spark back in your eyes just from the mention of relaxing with him.
âand im taking the rest of the week of work.â rafe grabs his phone out of his pocket to order pizza before you can argue, but there is one last piece of work rafe has to do before he can be satisfied.
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you hum along to the song as rafes hand grips your thigh, the other on the steering wheel as he brings you back home from the country club, having went âgolfingâ with him, which really just means driving the cart around while he plays.
ârafe-â you turn to look at him with confusion when he turns down the wrong street.
âjust want you to see something.â he says, pulling up to the construction site you got cat called in front of, the words echoing through your mind until rafe reminds you of where you are and who you're with with a soft squeeze of your leg, snapping you out of it.
you look at the sign in front of the fence. cameron developments.
âyou⌠you bought whole apartment complex?â
âand fired the entire previous crew. they won't find work in this town again, trust me.â
âoh, rafe.â you launch yourself over the center console, kissing him deeply as your arms wrap around his shoulders.
âas much as i like kissing you, baby-â rafe says, mumbling against your lips. âhow about we wait until we get home to continue this?â
you giggle and sit back on your seat as he speeds off.
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Reader gets attacked on the way home from work late at night.
content: f!reader, violence, possessiveness, murder, blood, after care, fingering, sweet talk, sex.
w/c: 2.2k
Ao3: Here
a/n: I have like 3 other fics im working on, one being where he helps you on your period but apparently thats too soft for my brain because it told me that I needed to write something where Sylus kills for you because I wanted to feel something. Please read the content descriptions, If you aren't comfortable with violence, you can skip to after the break.
It was late, work went longer than expected and you were exhausted. Usually, Sylus would pick you up when it was this late but he had what he called a "non negotiable meeting". He offered to have Luke or Kieran pick you up or order a ride but you refused, stubborn as ever. You were a capable hunter, and besides you've done this walk hundreds of times before. Though, even yet, if Sylus couldn't be there, he did everything in his power to make sure you were safe.
The sound of the mechanical bird's wings was loud in your ears as Mephisto landed on your shoulder, Its eyes shining in the dark, almost like Sylus' himself. "You were waiting." You mumbled as you turned the corner to set off on your journey. Mephisto just turned its head slightly, ruffling its feathers.
A few minutes passed and you heard footsteps behind you. Your shoulders tensed as you put a hand on your gun. You weren't sure what happened, it happened so fast as the steps grew louder, faster. More steps than you could count. An ambush. Your body moved on its own as you turned to try and shoot at one of the men, at any of them. Your gun going off as your body hit the ground. Mephisto flew at them, his razor sharp beak aiming at their eyes. While he did manage to harm one of the attackers, the other two were still surrounding you as the third slapped the crow away.
"What's a pretty little thing doing out this late." One of the men said, pulling a knife out as they watched you try to reach your gun that was just out of arm's reach. Before you could grab your backup plan, the smaller gun Sylus had given you for emergencies, the second man stepped on your hand, making you scream in pain as you were immobilized.
"Eat shit." You hissed, not giving up the fight as you squirmed under them, trying to throw them off of you as the one holding the knife straddled your hips. You spit at him, and in return, he grabbed your jaw. His other hand held the knife against your throat. You refused to show the fear in your eyes as you felt the steel kiss your skin.
"You're too pretty to be using words like that, princess." The man spit. You tried to throw him off of you but the knife pressed harder into your neck. "Keep going and you won't be saying anything soon."
"That fuckin bird got my eye boss! Can't see shit." The third man said, trying to cover his eye to stop the bleeding. The second man spoke up in a mocking tone. "Suck it up, you got another one don't ya? Anyways, ya won't need to see in order to hear the sounds she's gonna make when we-"
The alley filled with black and red smoke. Your heart raced as you heard the sound of Mephisto, and then- "You should know better than to touch what isn't yours." Sylus said calmly, appearing through the smoke as the red and black coils snaked around the men's necks, lifting them in the air. You couldn't move, your body felt paralyzed from the attack. You could only lay there as you watched Sylus approach as the men were raised higher and higher. He looked calm but there was an anger behind those eyes, a fury. Your heart raced, the sounds of the three men that attacked you background noise as your eyes locked with Sylus. Slowly he leaned down to help you up, his touch gentle yet you could feel how tense he was.
One by one the men fell from the sky, each tendril releasing them one by one. As each of the bodies fell from extreme heights, their cries were silenced on impact. Falling to their death efficiently. You didn't see the bodies, barely heard the sound, as Sylus pulled you into his chest, blinding you from the event. You could hear his heart racing, his lips against your ear to cover the sound behind you. "I'm sorry I took so long, sweetie." He said, his voice tense as he rubbed your back slowly as if checking for injuries. "Let's get you cleaned up." He muttered as the coils wrapped around the both of you. It felt surprisingly warm, like a warm gust of summer air. In moments it was as if you were flying, being guided across the city and through the N109 Zone back to his home.
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The night was a blur, you felt numb, mentally and physically. Sylus didn't say too much, there was a look in his eye that you have never seen before. His touches were soft as he helped bathe you, cleaning the grime and dirt off of you, paying extra attention to the areas that the men touched as if to replace the memory.
After you were clean, he helped change you. A fresh set of soft pajamas, your favorite cozy fluffy socks to add to it. Slowly, he lead you to the bed. The smell of him filling your senses as you laid down. The images of tonight filled your mind, the faces of the men. How fast everything happened. The feeling of that knife against your throat. Your heart started beating faster as your body tensed slightly.
Strong arms wrapped around you, settling behind you on the bed as he pulled you close against him. He tangled his legs with yours as his hands gently rubbed circles against your skin. His lips against your ear as his words cleared your mind like a prayer.
"It's ok. Nobody will ever touch you again, you're mine. And I'll make sure of that." He whispered, his words sincere as he kissed your ear. "I'll make you forget everything that happened today." He said as his hand dipped under the band of your pajama pants trailing the curve of your hip.
You felt your mind start to melt as you focused on his words, his touch. The smell of sandalwood and bourbon against your nose as the feeling of his hand made you shiver. You felt like you were in his embrace for hours as he whispered into your ear, his hand teasing and grazing your skin gently but with purpose.
His other hand moved under your shirt, trailing up until he reached your chest. Slowly, he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. His lips moved to your neck, kissing the skin softly before nipping, leaving small red marks down to your shoulder. His hand dipped under the band of your underwear, pads of his fingers brushing against the wetness between your thighs. You gasped softly, a hand moving around to curl into his hair, pulling his lips closer into your skin where he purred in approval.
"That's it kitten, feel every bit of what I do to you." He whispered, voice hot from the feeling of your hand in his hair. "You're doing so well, I love how you shiver when I touch you like this." He said as a finger pushed inside you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you arched against the hand, moving your hips slightly only for his legs to tighten more, still tangled in yours. "Shh, relax. Don't rush, just enjoy it sweetie."
You felt your body tingle at each touch, each word he spoke into your ear. Your moans became louder, a second finger, and then a third thrusting into you at a slow, deep pace. You gasped his name softly, feeling your core tighten as his thumb brushed against your clit. "That's it sweetie, say my name." His voice practically vibrated in his chest, the praise making you clench around the fingers, earning a soft sound of his own pleasure from him. You could feel how this was affecting him against your back. His pants tight from his cock straining the seam.
You couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of him overwhelmed you. Your body clenched around his hand harder, pulling him closer as his thumb pressed against your clit, the friction much needed as your body tensed, a soft cry of pleasure erupting from your throat as you arched back against his chest.
Gently he pulled his fingers from you and to his lips as he tasted you. A low sound rumbled in his throat at your taste. "You always taste incredible, kitten." He said, his hands wrapping around you again, pulling you close as he nuzzled into your neck.
Your heart pounded, body craving more. You figured he didn't want to push you, considering tonight's events, wanting to focus on what you needed. But what you needed was him. You moved a hand behind you, finding the bulge that had been growing against your back since his touches began. He inhaled a sharp breath, slightly tensing before a soft chuckle tickled your ear. "Are you sure you aren't too tired? Tonight is about you." He said but didn't pull your hand away as you palmed him through his pants making him groan. You turned your body, facing him as you kept one hand on him, feeling him twitch under your hand and the other curled in his hair again. Your lips brushed against his.
"The only thing I want tonight is you." You breathed against his lips before kissing him. In an instant his hands were on you again, his body over you as he returned the kiss. It was slow, passionate. Usually his kisses were rough, fast. But tonight was different. Tonight he could have lost you. And it would have been his fault. He felt emotions he had never felt before as he moved your hands gently away from him, holding your wrists loosely with one hand as he pulled your pants down with the other. You helped kick them off once they got low enough. Pulling back from the kiss as you looked up at him.
After a few more minutes, touches and kisses, his own pants were discarded. He moved your legs onto his shoulders as your body was pulled down the bed, closer to him as he teased your entrance with his cock. You both moaned, shivering at the feeling as you looked up at him. You didn't need to beg, not tonight. He needed it just as much as you.
You felt him enter you, inch by inch as he stretched you. You felt every nerve in your body shoot with that sweet feeling. The stretch of his cock made your mouth open in a needy cry. His eyes watching your face, your reaction to him. It never grew old, seeing you shake in pleasure before he even began. He turned his head, leaving kisses on your calf and knee as his grip tightened around your thighs.
As he began to move your eyes closed, consumed by the pleasure of him. "I wish I could stay like this forever." You moaned, not even thinking as you said it. You didn't care, he felt too good and honestly, your words held truth. He chuckled slightly, the sound strained as he groaned in pleasure as you clenched around him. You felt him twitch inside you at your words, his thrusts getting slightly rougher.
"Keep talking like that kitten and I just might." He said, his voice rough as he lifted your hips slightly, thrusting down into you deeper. You cried out, hands moving to claw the bedsheets. "Seeing you moan under me, all needy. So wet and desperate for me. All mine." He purred as his thrusts got more irregular. Your heart pounded as you heard his words, your mind racing with thoughts and imagery that nearly pushed you over the edge.
His hand moved between your thighs, brushing against your clit again as he kissed your leg again, looking down at you. A thin layer of sweat was on his forehead, his hair clinging to the area. His face was blushed, his eyes glossy and lips parted and swollen. You looked up at him, taking in the sight of him.
You felt him release deep inside you, the feeling sent you over the edge as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. The sound of heavy breath filled the room as he slowly pulled out, your legs feeling numb as he gently laid them down as he climbed back beside you, pulling you into his arms.
His kisses peppered your skin, his hands held you close as he felt you relax against his chest. After a while he would help clean you up again, but for now he wanted to cherish this time with you. There was no rush. And tomorrow? Tomorrow was reserved for him to pamper you no matter what you wanted. He felt guilty for letting what happened happen tonight. He would never tell you, he knew you would know from the extra displays of gifts and affection. But nonetheless, he vowed to never let anything like that happen ever again.
No matter what.Â
#sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#l&ds#l&ds sylus#l&ds x reader#smut#sylusposting
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More Self aware HOTD cast because I love youđ
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Reader, knows the hotd cast is sentient so might as well: *watching that one scene where Vhagar bites off luke and his dragon* DIVE BOY AT HIGH SPEED!
Luke: *makes his dragon dive downwards without a question* *avoids his death as Vhagar bites air* .....
Reader: very good *turns to look at a bewildered Vhagar and Aemond* I WILL FIND A WAY TO REACH THROUGH THE SCREEN AND STRANGLE YOU MYSELF IF YOU HARM THE BABY!
Vhagar: *recoils in fright*
Reader: bad dragon! I am disappointed!
Vhagar: *looking like a kicked puppy*
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Vaemond, on screen: HER SONS ARE BASTARD-
Reader: Boy shut the fuck up
Vaemond: ....
Rhaenyra: .....
Daemomd: ....
Reader: do you wanna get beheaded?! Apologise you uncultured swine-
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Syrax: *appears on screen smiling like a kitten with a heart necklace made of gold around her?his?their neck*
Reader: baby, beautiful baby
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Seasmoke: *flying to a running Addam*
Addam: *is running for his life*
Reader: boy calm down, you have a dragon now so sit your ass
Addam: *is scared but sat his ass on the sand*
Rhaenyra, wasn' suppose to appear much later but appears earlier: ....
Reader: Seasmoke I know he looks like Laenor but for the love of dragons, don't scare the guy even if its just a prank
Seasmoke: *huffing like a child who got told no*
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Luke: *returns to his mother safe and sound*
Reader: on second thought I'll just fuck either Rhaenyra or Daemond, im disappointed
Aemond: ....
Rhaenyra: *feeling smug*
Daemond: *also feels smug*
Aegon: how come I don't get a chance and those two could?!
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Rhaenys: *upset she couldn't be the queen*
Reader: If only I could reach through the god damn screen I will strangle the man for not giving you your birthright just because your a woman
Jaehaerys: ....
Reader: Shame! Shame on you! If it were me I will treat her the queen she is! Dishonour on you fiend!
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Rhaenys: *just existing*
Reader: mommy?đ
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Baby jaehaerys: *existing*
Reader: *in a small voice* baby!
Blood and Cheese: *appearing*
Reader: I WILL CUT YOUR DICKS OFF IF YOU LAY HAND ON BABY! *stands up abruptly from the sofa*
Blood and cheese: ....
I don't know what to put here it became limitedđ
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More yandere self-aware hotd thoughts for the soulâ
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Aemond: "It isn't fair. First they wanted to... be intimate me. They do not want me to bed them anymore." muttering to himself.
Reader: "Killing children isn't sexy! Strip! Beat the shit out of your brother! Order some guards to do something. I like it when you command people... your naked body is hot too..."
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Addam: "I love you."
Reader: "What?"
Addam: "I-I love you so much."
Reader: "Wow, uhâokay."
Daemon & Rhaenyra in the corner with their dragons.
Daemon: "I told him to keep his mouth shut."
Rhaenyra: "We can't just outright kill him."
Daemon: "Send him into battle and get him killed?"
Rhaenyra: "Exactly."
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Aegon: taking care of baby jaehaerys.
Reader: "Mhm... so adorable."
Aegon: "Me?"
Reader: "Jaehaerys."
Aegon: "Oh."
Reader: "You're a total dilf."
Aegon: thinking: I feel like that's a good thing. smirk.
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Reader: "Aww, such a cute dragon~!" to Vermithor.
Sees Vermithor's scene.
Reader: "Bad boy!"
Vermithor: growls and flops on the ground.
Reader: "No more massacres!"
Vermithor: whines and pouts adorably.
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Criston: "Iâ"
Reader: "Shut the fuck up. On your knees. You need to drink your respect women juice."
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Helaena: covered in blood. she just killed someone for reader.
Reader: "... Are you okay?"
Helaena: crying. "Do you love me?"
Reader: "My baby! I love you so much. I want to reach through the screen and cuddle you so badly."
Helaena: thinking about killing someone again just for her darling's approval.
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The yandere self-aware hotd characters when darling reader loves them backâ
#asks#anonymous#thanks anon!#anon ask#anonymous asks#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere hotd#yandere hotd x reader#self aware au
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The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader
A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one â¤ď¸ 2K words
"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.
"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.
You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.
"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."
"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"
"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"
"AND WERE NOT?"
It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.
You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.
On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.
Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.
You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.
Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.
Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.
Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.
"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.
"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.
Emily sighed.
"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.
"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.
"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.
Kim winced.
You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..
Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.
"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.
Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.
A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.
"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.
Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.
You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.
He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.
"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.
Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.
Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.
"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"
"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.
"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.
"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.
Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.
"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"
You yanked your arm from his grasp.
"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.
Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.
Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.
"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.
This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.
"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.
You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.
But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.
That couldn't be good.
"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.
You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.
Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.
"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.
You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.
"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.
"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.
Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.
Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.
Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.
"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."
After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.
"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.
"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."
"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."
Paul just nodded, praying he was right.
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Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.
"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.
"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.
Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.
"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."
"I need to talk to him."
It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.
"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.
Paul remained where he stood,
"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"
"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.
He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.
You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.
"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."
He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.
"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.
You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.
You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.
Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.
When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.
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mimi i wud die for sum wrio incest ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ăŁË -・ęąŕžŕ˝˛ŕ§§ i need nii-nii to punish his lil sis when she starts actin up and disobeying ૮ę°ŕžŕ˝˛â¸â¸> . <â¸â¸ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
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â ᥣđŠŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ âË pairing ęąŕžŕ˝˛ wriothesley x fem reader â warnings ęą incest. fucking in leggings. calling your big brother daddy ? creampie. reader is described as small / 18+
i kept u waiting long enough and Im not sure but I may have strayed a witl bit from whut u said but still ! ! wrio-nii <3 muhehe . some icky thoughts and babbling below nonnie.
believe it or not wriothesley doesnât necessarily enjoy punishing his little sister, but that doesnât mean heâs opposed to it, especially if youâve been seeking a less-than-innocent reaction out of him.Â
it crushes him to say it, but wriothesley knows that his chilling title as duke at the fortress of meropide doesnât grant him the same freedoms as others. heâs an overseer, a self-appointed role that he carved himself. part of it is to maintain order; the other half is maybe to fulfill his own sentence and snuff out any remnants of the guilt he couldnât shake off.
naturally, heâs a protector whose hands happen to be bloodied. if it meant guaranteeing the safety of his little sister, heâd fight his way through anything, even if it meant bruised skin and broken bones. to be at the fortress while you remained in the world above was, to say the least, hard, but heâs working around that obstacle.
its some days, like today ( though rare on occasion ) he takes a well-deserved break.
a long shower, a couple of hours in the at home gym to stay dedicated, and then he promises afterwards that heâs all yours. maybe a picnic, a stroll through the town, a shopping tripâwhatever you set your sights on, heâd do it; heâd get it because he has the patience of a saint, but that just happened to be the one thing you lacked.
your attempts at seducing him were messily orchestrated. adorable, and innocent, and his cock strained against his sweatpants nonetheless.
wriothesleyâs bare chest expands with each deep breath he takes, greedily sucking up the air to calm his lungs and beating heart after he drops his weight.
though away from the world below, he doesnât stray from his regimen. even when darling little girls strut in loungewear not even appropriate enough to wear in their own homes, offer him water.
he downs itâgulps it incredibly fast and wipes the remnants of water that escape on the back of his hand. he sets the glass down, and he knows that water isnât the only thing his body is aching for.
the clothes are practically second skin, your nipples are puffy and alert under your shirt from the air conditioning, and the leggings are tight enough to emphasize the chub of your lower lips.
âwhy are you lookinâ at me like that?â
itâs a silly question he doesnât bother to answer.one foot behind the other, hands intertwined, you give him that a stare that reveals more than you let on. your tongue delicately swipes your bottom lip, and his eyes follow. he watches closely when your lips do that small bounce from the release of your teeth.
he wants to wipe that doe-eyed look off your face and rip the flimsy pants off. maybe even ruffle up your pretty pigtails, but youâd hate him if he did. yet, itâs only fair for him to tease in return, and wriothesley isn���t too keen on enforcing discipline. but if you want it so bad, he canât see why he canât be voracious just this once.
it takes him only a split second to wrangle your body to the floor and push your cheek into the plush mat. heâs pumped with adrenaline; his brute strength nearly knocks the wind out of you.
those fingers that you love so dearly trail down your hips and backside to finally press down on the seat of your leggingsâright where your cunt sucked in the fabric. just two of his digits encompass the size of your heat, and they trace the sticky folds through the cloth. your grip on the mat tightens, bracing yourself for the inevitable.
he roughly rips open your leggings, the sudden exposure to air making you gasp. itâs a wide enough hole to display your plump ass and fat little pussy to his icy blues. such thick, succulent lips dressed in a thin layer of your slick that he wanted to lap up selfishly.
his large hand reels back and collides with the flesh of your butt watching it jiggle.
âhnnâ !â
your body lurches forward on impact, and wriothesley flexes his thick arms to keep you still.
âshh, shh. sâokay.â
he rubs the fat of your butt briefly before landing another swift strike.
you squeal, ânii-nii! p-pleaseee !â
the arch in your back deepens, and wriothesley licks his lips in anticipation at your show of embarrassment.
âthis is what you wanted, isnât that right?â
heâs dizzy from the sight of your gaping cunt, and he canât tell whether to spank it, fuck it, or kiss it first.
ultimately, he decides on spitting.
he puckers his lips, and a tiny glob lands right in the center of your pussy, and he eagerly stares as it disappears between your plump folds.
you flinch away reactively from the moist invasion, scrambling on the floor, but your brother overpowers you.
âcome on, donât run from me now, you little brat.â his hold on you tightens, forcing your ass higher up.
wriothesley begins to tug his pants down and pull out his heavy cock. itâs thick and drooling pre-cum from his wide tip, eager to empty his load inside your tiny hole. he gives it a few strokes and watches you wiggle your butt in excitement.
âput it in nii-nii. i'm so messy down there, so you donât needâta prep me. . .â
a manicured nail runs down your slit and separates your fold, and nothing but arousal webs across your twitchy cunt.
âfuck .âÂ
you are messy.
youâre dripping and creaming, and heâs barely started. he takes his own thumbs to spread your lips apart further, like he couldnât believe it himself. your vagina thumps erratically, pumping out a bubbly, clear fluid. the squelch is disgustingly loud, and he has to fight himself from collecting the salty drops with his tongue.
he whistles in agreement.
âwould you look at that? i guess youâre right. this needy cunt can take my fat cock. â
he's holding his breath when he presses it against your quivering center.
âi always thought you were too little to take it, but your pretty pussy is more than ready for me.â
he rubs the softness of your skin in awe.
you turn your neck slightly to give him a shy smile. âmhm, sâ only for you. . but,â you shake your hips again. âcould you put it in, please?â
slick was now stuck between your thighs, staining your already ruined leggings, and you felt dirty, but not enough to overpower the desire to be fucked by your older brother. you were practically humping the air in utter want, but wriothesley doesnât match your urgency.
âiâm trying, sweetie, butââ the duke makes no effortâhe wipes his sloppy mushroom head on your clit, dragging it in messy circles.
ânii-nii is having trouble.â
his pre-cum frothed into a cloud coating your already wet lips, and he hisses when your pussy briefly twitches around his glans. he nudges your opening teasingly but doesnât bother to push his way through the tight seam.
he shakes his head in faux remorse.
âsee, i guess youâre still too little after all."
you throw a small fit, âthatâs not true! i can take it!â
he chuckles at your pouting. the hold on your ass digs into your skin as a warning to not get so worked up.
"then what do you suppose we do?â
he spits again, but this time on his shaft, and he drags his hand up just enough for his foreskin to cup the crown of the flushed tip.
"jusâ ruin itâforce your cock in. .â
and he didnât need to be told again.
two beautiful holes, a tight little knot that he canât wait to split apart one day, and a wet and fat pussy. was he even strong enough to tough it out a little longer?
he looks up towards the ceiling, muttering a brief prayer. you just might kill him, but he's more than ready.
the tight fist around his member squeezes until a thick drop of white plops against the floor. his balls firm and round flutter with every gasp of air you take. his body is in sync with yours, and as soon as his tip pushes against your opening, it stretchesâcoaxing in his meaty girth. he pushes all the way in until he's sure he canât go any deeper, and then pulls back out. his cock shines with your wetness, and he takes a few seconds to marvel at where your groins meet.
without warning his hips to mount forward, and he fucks you with purposeâto teach a lesson.
his pace is far from what you predicted; it's much faster and filled with a vigor you werenât used to. your big brother prefers to handle you with much more care, knowing that you're just a delicate little thing, but he trusts youâll get used to it.
you proved time and time again to be adaptable, so you keep your ankles crossed and your face down, smushed into the floor, while he uses your body for his own end. his balls, warm and taut, spank your clit unabashedly, turning the screw inside of you. a ring of milk forms at the base of his cock, and the friction pulls noises out of you you didnât think you were capable of making.
you move to crawl away and put some distance, but wriothesley doesn't let you.
ânah, be still; let nii-nii use you. thatâs what little girls are supposed to do, right?â
he laughs, maybe even out of disbelief. each time he tries to convince himself that it will be the last, he still finds himself forcing his cock inside his cock-hungry little sister. and your moans only elevate in pitch as you get closer to that edge.
âyesssss. ah !âhnâyou can use me as many times as you want. m'your little stress toy!â
wriothesley grunts loudly. the sound of your lustful proclamations rattling his very being.
âI'm your little girl. keep fuckinâ me, please, nii-nii.â
he doesnât want to stop.
the recoil of your round ass from the impact of his thrust is a view too otherworldly for him to separate his eyes from. his body accumulates more sweat, and he continues to deliver those fucks that pushes you harder into the floor. your leggings, other than the gaping rip, were thoroughly obliterated, and the mixture of fluids made the fabric darker and stickier.
â! mâalmost there, keep going nii-nii. . . s-so close !â
a foggy cloud slows the whirrs in his brain; all of his thinking ceases, and the only thing he can focus on is finishing inside you. to empty his large balls of his salty seed and pull out more of those choked sobs out.
âsâokay baby. relax . i got you.â
âhnn-! hiccup . mmkay ! i love you sâmuch."
âyeah, nii-nii loves you too, baby. donât fucking forget it.â
"i won't, d-daddy.â
he stills only for a moment before continuing.
âdaddy ? what are you talking about, silly girl?â
he snickers in between moans and claps of skin. did he fuck you that dumb already?
âIâm your brother princess, donât tell me you forgot.â
you pulse around his cock.
âmhm, but youâre my daddy too.â
he rolls his eyes and smiles.
âi guess i have a pretty daughter to take care of now,â he says and heâs rewarded with your cute mewls and noises of happiness.
heâd kill for you.
again.
heâs a man free of guilt when heâs the closest to you, and itâs why he feels no shame when he delivers one last thrust and pumps your pussy full of his hot semen.
you welcome it, feeling it fill your belly and it takes few minutes for wriothesley to separate himself from you. the minute he pulls out is when he feels robbed of your warmth, he feels naked but satisfied. his cock layered with thick cum fell limp between his legs and he feels relief that his balls were no longer aching with cum ; it was instead leaking from your puffed cunny.
his hands reached out to touch your sensitive pussy, squeezing it to watch the dollops of his seed drip on the gym mat. your legs shake in desire and itâs when reality sinks in.
you didnât finish and wriothesley makes no move to get you off. he smirks, heâs sure that this time his punishment will keep you in line.
although, only for a bit .
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SAND CASTLES AND FIRST LOVES â PARK SUNGHOON
synopsis . a day at the beach was for relaxing and also apparently for meeting your first love?
psh : new kid! sunghoon x fmr O.8K â fluff, crack ⨠warnings ⩠𫧠teeth rotting fluff I PUKED. đź note â chat can u tell im tweakinhâ(bookshelf)
The sun iced your hands as you squinted your eyes under the hot weather. It was perfect. All you could do was sit down and relax and just babysit your sister? Right? It couldn't be that hard to watch over a five year old.
But one small thing you quite forgot was how hyper that little brat could be. Now you were stuck in being the little devil's assistant in help make her numerous sandcastles.
"Y/n! Don't you think that one is a bit crooked?" Your little sister pointed at the sand castle that you just made.
You dramatically sighed at your sister's remarks, "Jeez, wouldn't hurt for a compliment."
"Crooked towers don't get compliments!" Your sister huffed, "Now get to work." She said and continued making more sand castles, filling the mold with the damp sand sitting on the land.
You oughta throw her into the ocean if you could, but you stayed calm and followed the boss's orders.
Just as it started to get calm with no more snarky remarks from your little sister and calm waves crashing the sand near you, you were towered by a tall, slim figure.
Before you could even let out a warning, one of your precious sandcastles were toppled down by the boy's feet. Your sister didn't seem to care as she continued to make more sand figures to compliment her sandy mansion, but that was the one that you were most proud of so you knew you had to give him a piece of your mind.
"Hey! Watch it!" You stood up to face the rude boy, your hands on resting at your hips.
The boy turned around and you realised that it was the new kid in your school. Sunghoon looked youthful and charming as ever, his dark hair was slightly tousled from the breeze.
But the thing that caught your attention the most was the genuine look in his eyes, "I'm really sorry about that." He said, looking at the destroyed sandcastle.
"Ohâ no it's fine!" You awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of your head after resizing you just screamed at the cutest boy you met.
"No really," He smiled sincerely. "Let me fix it." He knelt down, ready to fix the structure of the sandcastle.
"You don't have to do that you know," You giggled, kneeling down to his level. "I've seen you around..."
He furrowed his eyebrows and shot his eyes at you.
"Oh no! Not like that." You laughed once again. "I meant at school. New kid, yeah?"
He chuckled with you, nodding his head. "How come I've never seen your pretty face around?"
Oh jeez.
You blushed at his flirty remark, shrugging your shoulders not really knowing what to say.
"Hey! Stop flirting and get back to making the sandcastles. New kid, quick!" The little devil sassed, making your eyes widened.
"Shut up!" You whisper-screamed at her and looked back at Sunghoon with a sheepish smile, "Sorry about her. She gets a bit bossy sometimes."
"No she's right." He laughed, "Sorry miss, I'll get straight onto it." He said, trying to fix the sandcastle as quick as possible which made a snicker escape from you.
Sunghoon looked back up at you, finding your giggles really cute. The way your hair ever so slightly brushed against your face due to the light breeze and the sun slightly reflecting in your eyes, making it twinkle just might've been the cherry onto to make his heart skip a beat.
Gosh, you looked really pretty.
He was in a daze watching you make some sandcastles, craving out the minute details onto it with a slight smile fixed onto your face. He slowly panned it to your little sister staring dead straight at him.
Sunghoon went right back to the sandcastle he was fixing, clearing his throat hoping your little sister would be a little less intimidating.
"There, all done." He smiled, while getting back up.
"Hmm, good job new kid." Your little sister crossed her arms together. "It's better than Y/n's" She giggled, making you glare at her.
"Thank you though," You thanked him once again.
"No it's my fault." He brushed it off, "How about I make it up to you? What about some ice cream?"
You smiled at the request, "Of course, I'd love to."
"Me too." Your sister butted in as she walking closer to Sunghoon making him giggle.
"Sure princess." Sunghoon said, ruffled her hair and looked back at you. His warm brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
As you three walked away to head to an ice cream stand, Sunghoon stayed close by your side. He knew he didn't need to say nothing more; the look in his eyes said it all. And as your arm gently brushed against his, you suddenly became aware of how close you were.
And that today might be the day you would never forget, the summer leaving a fresh stain in your mindâthe summer where you met your first love.
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Please Iâm dying for some Morgan fluff of any sorts âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸
| now that you know me so well
⢠pairing: morgan cheli x teammate!reader
⢠summary: morgan realizes she has a crush on you and doesnât know how to go about it without freaking out
⢠warnings: kinda soft angst to fluff??? im not sure
yes yes i love morgan
The whole team had gotten tickets to go see A Boogie in concert, so thatâs how Morgan found herself in your passenger seat. You could tell something was off with her as she fiddled with the glasses that she had resting on her head. She kept taking them off her head and then would put them back on, pulling her phone out to look at herself every couple of seconds.
To you, it almost seemed like she was nervous. You werenât sure about what, but she definitely wasnât acting her normal bubbly self.
As soon as Morgan arrived in Connecticut the two of you hit it off immediately. You were a sophomore at UConn compared to her being a freshman, so when you had heard about her possibly committing last year, you watched all her high school highlights that you could find and immediately loved how she played the game.
The fact that sheâs amazing at getting rebounds was the first thing you noticed watching her play. It honestly got you so excited for her to be playing with UConn because well, the team isnât the best at getting rebounds. And then when she got here and was one of the sweetest most out going people you ever, you were even more excited for the year ahead.
You spent most of your time around her, just helping her out around campus here and there when she needed it, like finding the gym or cafeteria. And over those small interactions you two grew close. Which meant you had learned how she acts when sheâs nervous or somethings bothering her.
âEverything good?â You asked, taking your attention away from the road for a quick second to look at the girl beside you. You took removed your right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her leg, hoping it would calm down whatever nerves she was feeling.
But that action only seemed to up her nerves, âOh, yeah, yeah, Iâm good,â she nodded her head quickly up and down before retracting her leg from your hand as she crossed it over her other leg. You then moved your hand away from her, it finding the back of your neck as you rubbed it awkwardly.
âOk,â you respond before placing your hand back on the wheel.
The rest of the drive was pretty silent besides A Boogie playing from the car. Then as soon as you parked she immediately got out of the car and found her way over to Aubrey. You didnât miss the way the 6â1 grad student looked at you before going back to her conversation with Morgan.
You then found yourself getting nervous. Trying to think of ways you couldâve possibly fucked up and made Morgan not like you anymore.
As the team entered the venue, you turned your cap backwards so that the rim wouldnât be in your face all night. And then several people headed to the concessions to get drinks, one of those people being Morgan, so obviously you followed.
But Morgan seemed to be in a non-stop conversation with Aubrey until it was her turn to order her drink. You noticed how Morgan was avoiding eye contact as she went on her phone, but then it was her time to order. You immediately stepped up beside her, making her eyebrows furrow in confusion. âI got it,â you nudged your head to the server as you placed your hand on the small of her back that was exposed due to the crop top she was sporting. âWhatcha want?â
âUm Dr. Pepper,â she gave an awkward smile.
âTwo Dr. Peppers please,â you smiled at the server, your hand still resting on her back. You then handed them your card before receiving the two drinks. Before you got the chance to hand Morgan hers, she was fishing for her wallet in her pants to try and pay you back. âChill Mo, itâs just a drink,â you laughed, guiding the two of you to your seats with the rest of the team.
The concert was fun, with Paige getting recognized every five seconds and as well just being together with everyone on the team. But once the concert came to a close and due to Paigeâs popularity, the team found themselves shooting basketballs with A Boogie in some random parking lot. You decided that this would be a good time to talk to Morgan and ask if you had done something because if it went badly, no one would be paying attention.
âCan I talk to you?â You bent down to whisper in Morganâs ear, your fingertips lingering on her back. From how close you two were, you could hear her take in a deep breath before nodding her head yes. You then took her to a quieter area, away from everyone yelling. You let out a deep breath before shoving your hands in your oversized jeans, âDid I do something? I-I just feel like I did. And if I did something to make you uncomfortable Iâm really sorry,â you began rambling, your eyes searching Morganâs for any indication of what you had done.
âNo, no,â she immediately shut you down. âYou didnât do anything,â she reassured you. She brought her hands up to her hair parting the back of it before laying it down against her chest. âIâum,â she started to talk but it was evident how nervous she was.
âOh,â you nodded, still trying to figure out why she had been acting so weird around you lately. âAre you sure? I just feel like youâve been acting different towards me lately.â
Morgan sucked her teeth and then started biting the inside of her cheeks, too scared to say what she was thinking. The truth was that she had gained a crush on you and suddenly didnât know how to act around you and she most definitely thought she was doing better at covering it up.
She opened her mouth before closing it right back, trying to find the words. You just let the silence fall between you as you could see the wheels turning in her head.
âUm, so, I think I like you, an-and it freaks me out because now I donât know what to do or say or anything. And I know you probably donât like me like that so yeah,â she spoke quickly, the embarrassment taking over her cheeks in a red flush.
You couldnât help but smile at her. The way she was so nervous to tell, but you could also feel your heart smiling at her confession.
âJust forget I said anything,â her eyes were trained on her feet as she tried walking back to the group, but you stopped her with your arm and pulled her back in front of you.
âI like you too,â you smiled, your hand coming up to her face and cupping her jaw. âLike a lot,â you laughed before bringing her into a sweet and short kiss.
âReally?â her brown eyes sparkled as looked into yours, her cheeks now pink from the soft kiss.
âMhm,â you nodded with a big stupid smile on your lips. Your lips met hers again, but now her hands came to your head pulling you in deeper, also causing your hat to fall off from her hands pulling on it. You both let out a laugh as it hit the floor, and once you pulled back you picked the hat up and placed it on the freshmanâs head. âYou look cute.â
âNot cuter than you,â she replied, her hands coming up to the hat on her head.
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â â â â â â â â đ˘ LOVE ME BACK sakura miyawaki x reader
â sakura having the biggest crush on yn for five minutes (and yn knowing it) 875k views
âł warnings: nothing just sakura being down bad also yn is a 00 liner
⊠CLIP #1 PLAYING⌠đź
yn adjusted her cap and her loose flannel as she stared at sakura through the glass and then at camera, laughing, âokay, do you wanna try this again?â
it was obvious that sakura was visibly flustered under ynâs gaze and nervously adjusted the headphones on her head, âwhy do you have to do this again?â
âbecause im the writer, producer and composer of this song.â yn says like its the most obvious thing in the world as she gives sakura a confused look, âwhy are you having such a hard time recording, itâs easy for you most of the time.â
sakura just laughed and shook her head at the camera that was pointed her way, how does she say that being around yn alone like this makes her extremely nervous especially since itâs in such a professional setting.
âdo you wanna take a break? letâs take a break.â yn sighed pushing back her chair, âyou can sit with me while I get yunjin to record her part.â
at ynâs request sakura took another look at the camera with a big smile on her face before happily walking out the booth and taking a seat beside yn as yn calls yunjin in.
⊠CLIP #2 PLAYING⌠đź
âI have to film a scene with yn,â sakura whispered to the camera as the hairstylist touched up her hair, âI donât know why but im nervous, she has to be very close to me.â sakura continues staring ahead of her where yn where yn is already ready to film, âI guess itâs timeâŚâ
sakura walked over to yn who smiled at her immediately making her insides turn into a zoo, âwhat should I whisper in your ear?â the girl asked walking closer to sakura who stiffened and took a side glance at the camera.
âI need uâ was playing in the background as the camera man get set up which gave yn and idea a big smile spreading across her face, âIâll whisper I need you.â
sakuraâs eyes widened and takes another look at the camera and you can hear the staffs soft laughter in the background.
she silently nods her head rapidly, knowing that her voice will probably crack if she talks and gives yn a thumbs up, she could handle this.
she could not handle it.
this has got to be the girls fifth take of trying to film but sakura just canât handle yn being so close and whispering in her ear.
âI donât know whatâs wrong with her,â yn laughs to the camera man after sakura flinched away and tried to calm down her flustered state for the a hundredth time, âdo I need to hold you down?â she asks shaking sakuraâs shoulders as the girls face gets even redder.
âletâs try this again.â the director said to the girls giving a pointed look at sakura who looks away embarrassed, âyn try to do something so this doesnât happen for the sixth time.â he orders the younger girl who nods immediately.
she gently grabs back of sakuraâs neck with a slightly fi grip so the girl doesnât flinch away before softly whispering in her ear.
sakura felt chills go through her body but it finished as quick as it started as she lets out a deep breath after yn lets go of her neck.
âwas that so hard?â
⊠CLIP #3 PLAYING⌠đź
yunjin and kazuha looked at the camera and the at sakura with an odd look on their faces as the Japanese girl laughs the hardest out of everyone at ynâs joke.
sakura threw her head back and leaned on yn, âoh my, yn youâre so funny.â she laughs.
âsakura unnie are you okay?â yn asks wrapping an arm around the laughing girl as yunjin looks at kazuha and does a playful eye roll causing the younger girl to laugh.
âyeah, Iâm fine,â sakura sighs out before laughing again.
âI donât think Iâve ever made someone laugh this hard.â yn says to the camera as she watches sakura before turning to yunjin and kazuha who have their heads turned the other way.
⊠CLIP #4 PLAYING⌠đź
âIâm bringing yn food and her phone since she forgot it.â sakura says to the camera holding up the bag, âsheâs doing a photoshoot right now so Iâm gonna surprise her with food.â
as sakura walks into the studio the sound of cameras clicking immediately fills the room as the camera turns away from sakura to yn whoâs laying down on a couch with a calvin klein set on posing for the camera before turning back to sakura whose face is visibly red.
âshe looks good right?â she says to the camera laughing nervously as the camera man instructs yn to pull the jeans lower to show the ck logo.
letâs go wait over there,â sakura says pointing towards the seating area, âI wasnât expecting her to be taking photos I thought sheâd be on break already.â sakura rambles taking a peek at where yn is every once and a while.
âI canât wait for the photos to come out.â she says causing the staff behind the camera to laugh.
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yn and sakura stood together airport, things were taking extra long since their was something wrong with chaewonâs passport that they were trying to figure out.
the girls talked for a while, even waving at fancams as they waited until yn started getting tired.
yn leaned into sakura chest and wrapped both of sakuraâs her arms around herself, while sakura cleared her throat before looking behind her at the fansite with her face red giving it an awkward nod.
#sakura miyawaki#sakura miyawaki x reader#sakura x reader#lesserafim x reader#lesserafim sakura#girl group imagines#lesserafim fluff
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Could you do a Y/n x Rafe Cameron fluff where they go from friends to dating but they start dating bc of topper was texting y/n to talk rafe that she likes him and all that stuff but topper didnât know that rafe was on her phone when he sent those messages, and make it super fluffy and stuff!! Please and Thank you!! Btw I love your work!
exposed â
rafe cameron x reader.
warnings: none.
words: 740.
summary: rafe sees a text from topper, exposing your little crush on him. at first you try to play it off, but you gain enough confidence to tell rafe about your feelings.
request: yes!!
a/n: this is such a cute idea tysm! thank you for requesting i really appreciate it. love and reblog if you enjoy, possibly a follow if you're feeling generous. im so happy to have an audience to share my stories with. :)
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rafe cameron was the sexiest guy you had ever met. unfortunately, you were stuck in the friend zone. you never attempted to make a move, too nervous to ruin what you already had. the friendship was nice, and rafe was too difficult to read.
he was currently at your house for a hangout sesh. you two started with watching a movie, eating popcorn, laughing at the cheesy lines. you guys' shared looks, cringing at the poor acting. "would you be down to order some food?" he questions. "i'm down! what would you like?" you open doordash on your phone, quickly handing it to him. "let me see what they have." he scrolled the app, overwhelmed by all the choices. he chose a restaurant, now searching for what meal he wanted to order. he laughs suddenly. and you get nervous. "what?" you question, he points your phone towards you, a text from topper. are you with rafe right now? you need to tell him how you feel.
a red tint lifts to your cheeks, you bite your lip nervously. you are unsure of what to say, so instead you stay silent. topper texts again, come on you know he likes you back it is so obvious. you dramatically grab the phone from rafe, "maybe let's wait to order food, or we can use your phone." you set it behind you, ultimately pissed at topper for exposing your secret so carelessly.
"do you like me?" he's calm and curious, his face completely unreadable and now your stomach is flipping at the thought of telling rafe the truth. "i don't know what topper is talking about, were just friends." you laugh gently, quickly glancing away. when you look back, you see a moment where his guard is down. sadness flashed over him, but he quickly covered it up. "right, why would we ruin what we have?" silence settles between you two, time slowly passes as you stay on the couch, unable to move. "why would topper even think that?" he questions, smiling. he elbows you gently, "i don't know. i think he just feels bad because i haven't had a date in a month." rafe nods, looking away. you think for a moment, and after that moment passed you came to the realization that topper was right. the longer you wait to tell rafe, the more time you give your feelings to fester. it's better to rip the band aid off, cut the plug before anything got too far.
"topper knows that i like you rafe." you straighten yourself out, finding courage to admit everything. "all summer he's been urging me to express how i feel, but i've been too scared." rafe is shocked at your words, his heart starts to race. he stays quiet, letting you continue. "i never thought i'd tell you, because we are great friends. and i'd rather be just a friend, then risk losing you entirely. but i can't hide it anymore. my feelings are real..." you lower your voice, "my attraction to you is real too." you look at rafe, desperate for him to say something, "i really like you too, but i didn't think you could love someone like me." you shake your head, shushing him gently. "don't say that. you deserve so much love rafe." he forms a small smile, you lean in, "would you consider going on a date with me?" he shakes his head and for a moment your heart stops. "i'd rather be your boyfriend." you sigh with relief, "of course rafe." you lean in for a kiss, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist. "i've been dying for this moment." he whispers, close to you. the close proximity to rafe fills you with nerves, his scent strong, and his eyes soft. "me too, so bad." you kiss him again, hungrier this time. desperate for his taste and touch. you pull away, "i should have said something sooner, huh?" he grins. "definitely. but at least you did today." you frown.
"why didn't you make a move first?" your question was endearing to him, he shrugs, "well i didn't know if you actually liked me or not, and i figured if you did like me, you would have said something already." you pull him into a hug, and he snakes his arms around you. "let me take you on a date tomorrow." you grin, "yes please." he looks at you, "it's a date."
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron fluffy#rafe cameron x reader fluff#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron story#outer banks fanfic#outer banks fluff
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A BRAINROT THAT I CANT LET GO OF!!
VAMPIRE!DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X CLARISSE
Like Clarisse finds out cus reader was like feeding off a animal or smth and offers reader to feed on her instead if reader uses her superspeed to like win capture the flag or something!
Maybe a camper sees a old scarred bite mark on Clarisse and asks about it but Clarisse quickly makes a excuse đ (they eventually date ofc)
- Apex predator -
Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Vampire! Daughter of hades! Reader
An - this is pretty short and rushed Iâm sry I had a comp today and I just wanted to get sum outđđđ
âY/n!â Clarisse yelled running around the forest.
You heard her. Only problem you were to busy to answer. Clarisse continued to move about the forest trying to find you.
After a few minutes the stronger girl noticed you crouched down with your back facing her. âShit.. there you areâ the girl panted. You didnât respond only keeping yourself hidden from her. âHello? Babe what are yo-â clarisse stopped once she saw blood pooling around you.
Cautiously clarisse set her spear down against a tree before slowly stepping to you.
You were frozen not knowing what to do, if clarisse saw what you were doing she would hate you and if you ran she would be suspicious. In anxious thoughts you hadnât realized clarisse turned you around.
Once the She had saw you with a dead rabbit in hands and blood dripping from your mouth she looked down at you with horror. Taking a step back clarisse grabbed her spear storming off.
You threw the dead rabbit aside quickly getting up and chasing after the girl. âWait wait please let me explainâ desperately you tried to catch up to clarisse who was now walking away.
âExplain what!â She turned around looking You up and down âexplain why you were eating a dead rabbit raw?! Yeah I would love to hear about how my girlfriend is a psychoâ
âClarisse pleaseâ You begged grabbing her arms. âI know this is weird but I can explain I just need you to trust meâ looking in her eyes you watched as clarisse started to calm down. âFineâ she bitterly spoke. âExplainâ
You let out a slow breath before speaking âbeing the daughter of hades im a forbidden kid.. I had been killed a long time ago and in an attempt to save me my dad made a deal with thanatos to bring me back but even that costed something, my humanity. In Order to keep living and aging like a normal person I have to drink bloodâ
Clarisse looked like she didnât belive You but at the same time she knew the gods did unbelievable things. âSo what your a vampire now or somethingâ she scoffed, nodding your head you looked down embarrassed by it all. âIâm sorry.. I know I should of told you but itâs just⌠fuckâ you sighed
After a few moments clarisse grabbed your face, confused you followed the girls lead allowing you to turn your face in different directions. Eventually she pried your mouth open taking a look at your sharp K-9âs.
Clarisse sighed pulling You Close by your waist into a hug. âYou should of told meâ she kissed your forehead. âWeâre having a talk about this later ok, a serious sit down talk got itâ she pulled back holding your face. You nodded once again placing your hand over hers. âGood, now I need you to come with me to do something to get the flagâ
âââ
âAnd Thatâs Everythingâ You sighed, sitting on your girlfriends lap as you both were in clarisses bed. Clarisse nodded rubbing soft circles on your hips. âHave you ever tried to feed off a person?â She asked looking up at you.
You shrugged your shoulders âonce I mean human blood holds me over much longer than rabbit or animal but I donât know anyone who willingly would let me do thatâ
Shifting around some clarisse pulled her camp shirt collar down tapping her neck. You looked confused earning you an annoyed scoff from clarisse âdo you need an invitation just do what ever it is you doâ
âAre You Sure? Itâs gonna leave a mark I donât knowâ
âI donât care about a damn markâ
Debating it for a second you sighed leaning forward. Sinking your teeth into clarisses neck you punctured the girls skin. Immediately sucking on her neck you reveled in the warmness of the girls blood.
After a few moments You pulled pack panting. Looking at clarisse you started to laugh as the tough girl covered her face from how flustered she was.
âYou liked that?â
âFuck offâ
You leaned in giving her a teasing peck on the lips, laughing as the girl jokingly complained.
ââ
Random camper - Jesus clarisse what happened to your neck
Clarisse - Thats none of your damn business
#lesbian#wlw#clarisse la rue#clarisse pjo#clarisse x reader#percy jackson fanfiction#clarisse x female reader#butch clarisse#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse x you#clarisse larue#percy jackson show#pjo show#pjo fandom
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I was asked to write more of the princess treatment headcannons, but this time im gonna do them separately and as dating headcannons instead of platonic :)
Tokio hotel giving you the princess treatment (p2)
Bill Kaulitz
â˘ok I need to start off by saying THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF BILL TO EVER EXIST WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT
â˘anywaysâŚ
â˘he totally loves to take showerâs with you, and he will wash your hair for you. He will just stand in front of you and massage your head for so long. ALSO LETS YOU STAND UNDER THE WATER SO THAT YOU DONT GET COLD??? I LOVE THAT IDEA SM
â˘he lets you pick whatever you want to watch every time you watch a movie or show together.
⢠orders your food and drinks for you even if you arenât too shy to do it yourself, he insists that he should do it
â˘lets you practice makeup/nails/hair on him if you are ever unsure about what you want
â˘he sits in bed with you every night and just rubs your back or pats your butt lightly till you fall asleep (pls tell me u know what Iâm talking about when i say he pats your butt im so bad at describing thing help)
Tom Kaulitz
â˘he lets you do whatever you want
â˘like, if you ever want to wear his clothes he gives them to you. If you want whatever snack hes eating, well its yours now!
â˘he loves to buy you things
â˘he buys you flowers, jewelry, candy, your favorite drink, LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT YOU LIKE HE WILL BUY
â˘likes to do your skincare shit with you, heâll even wear those ridiculous looking face masks
â˘calls you âhis girlâ or âhis princessâđ¤đ¤
â˘he is so devoted to you, no other girl would matter to him
Georg Listing
â˘he carries all of your shit for you, heâll be caught walking around with so many shopping bags and your drink in his hand
â˘he refuses to let you carry them tho, so dont try
â˘LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP TO CARRY YOU IF THERES A PUDDLE?? SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO GET YOUR FEET WET??
â˘loves to be your personal clothing rack when you go shopping, he sits there while you try on clothes and holds all of the ones you decide to buy
â˘if you fall asleep on accident, heâll wipe your makeup off for you and carry you to your bed:((
â˘HE HAND PICKS FLOWERS FOR YOU WHENEVER HE SEES THEM OUTSIDE OMFGđŠ
Gustav Schafer
â˘bruh hes so whipped
â˘would let you get away with murder tbh
â˘heâll go out of his way to make you your favorite meals, heâll drive hours to find the ingredients if he has to
â˘plays with your hair and listens intently whenever youâre ranting to him
â˘heâll let you dress him in whatever you pick out from his closet
â˘buys matching clothes with you so that everyone knows he only has eyes for youđĽ°
â˘HE WOULD BE SO SWEET IF YOU WERE SAD
â˘heâll turn on your favorite movie and buy all of your favorite snacks. He lets you cry into him and he just rubs your sides and kisses your head until you calm down. Then heâll sit there and cuddle you until you fall asleep
#bill kaulitz x reader#tokio hotel x reader#georg listing x reader#gustav schafer x reader#tokio hotel smut#tom kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz#tokio hotel#tokio hotel fanfic#bill kaulitz smut#bill kaulitz fanfic#tom kaulitz fanfic#tom kaulitz#kaulitz twins#georg listing#georg listing smut#gustav schäfer
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woahâŚ..that zoya postâŚâŚâŚâŚnow make them kiss (pretty please đ)
this took centuries. im so sorry
breaking point || zoya x reader [NSFT][MDNI]
cw. medical talk (or attempts at), kind of graphic descriptions of injuries (?), power bottom reader and service top zoya, unsafe sex in the sense reader wants to be dicked down so bad they diss condoms (practice safe sex gamers), fingering, creampie
notes. i dunno i just think zoya would like a partner with a little fire to them yk?? reader is just internally very horny for zoya but would not admit it even upon threat of death. also head in hands this is so disjointed im so sorry
taglist. @sinsmockingbird for when you awaken my liege
As an ER doctor, being able to keep a cool head even in intense situations is a priceless skill. You clarity and calmness could be the difference between a life saved and a life lost. Thankfully, you and your sister have always been good at being clinically coldâbut even you both have your limits. For Iron, it was when she was forced to amputate her arm.
For you, it's watching a few legionnaires haul their Commander into the ER, barely conscious and looking half-dead.
"Trauma room 2, now," you snap, tossing your clipboard aside and pulling your coat tighter around yourself. Of course this had to happen on the one day Iron was in Eastside picking up supplies. Your mind races as you march alongside the legionnaires as they drag Zoyaâhardly responsive, head hanging low, pallor to her skinâonto a cot. Your nurses swarm you like a well trained unit, moths to a light, awaiting your orders. You suck in a breath, let each molecule of air settle in your cells, before you dive headfirst into action.
"Four units of O-negative, and two large bore IVs," you command, your voice even as you move to stand next to the cot. The wound on her abdomen is substantial, and for once you're grateful for her frankly ridiculous fashion choices since it lets you save time on cutting her clothes off. Your gloved hands reach up to cup Zoya's pale face, your eyes cold as you look down at her. "Get the OR prepped and call anesthesia now."
"Zoya," you say firmly, gently shaking her head. "Oi, brute. Can you hear me?"
The commander remains silent, and you frown. Perhaps the situation is worse than you thought. One of the legionnaires, just a girl, shifts anxiously next to the bed. "Boss got hit by a Mania weapon," she explains, her voice trembling as if she's near tears. "It was supposed to be for me, butâ"
"Do you know what kind?" you cut her off, and internally you flinch at the way she recedes from the iciness of your gaze. But she shakes her head, and you bite your tongue. The pieces of the diagnosis align in your mind's eyeâMania weapon, unknown effect, caused severe lacerations and subsequent hemorrhaging. High possibility of additional Mania contamination within her bloodstream, although as a Sinner risk of further complication on that avenue is reduced.
You draw in another breath. Okay. You can do this.
"You owe me for this, brute," you mutter, before you kick the locks off the cot wheels and start pushing her to the OR. The double doors greet you like the gateway to purgatory, and you push everything beyond your clinical expertise to the furthest recesses of your mind.
Under the bright OR lights, your form casts a long shadow over Zoya's still one. You exhale.
"Let's begin."
You only finish six hours later.
Your scrubs are stained red up to your elbows, and you can barely feel your feet after being on them for so long. But the heart monitor beeps steadily, and it is the only sound you want to hear now. You thank your nurses and tell them to get some rest. Once they're out of sight, you stumble back and lean against the wall, your eyes slipping shut.
Your hands are shaking.
You exhale. You're barely aware of the fact that you're sliding down the wall until you end up on the floor, the coldness of the tile seeping through your scrubs. The surgery hadn't been easy. Fishing remnants of Mania crystals out of flesh equally as red is always a challengeâoften, the patient doesn't survive. Corruption sets in quickly, and all you can do is hand them over to Iron to nip the bud before it blooms.
But you saved her. She's alive, breathing, stable, so why does your heart tremble in your chest? Why does the sight of her blood on your arms make you sick?
Deep down, you know why. But the words knot on your tongue and catch against your teeth every time you try to say them. So instead, you settle for something else. A different emotion, but no less potent. And you pretend that the rush you felt that other day was nothing more than loathing. And whatever it is you're feeling now is just irritation that you had to spend 6 hours stitching her abdomen back together.
"Stupid fucking brute," you mutter to yourself, resting your head on your knees, pulled close to your chest. "Going out and getting yourself hurt like that. Aren't you supposed to be strong?"
You sit on the cold tile for a while, before forcing yourself back onto your feet. Your eyes roam impassively over Zoya's sleeping face, and you can't help but think how... soft she looks, peacefully asleep like this thanks to the anesthesia. It almost makes you want to reach out and stroke her cheekâbut you don't, and instead turn on your heel and walk right out of the room.
After all, thereâs no point lingering on pipe dreams.
"Doctor!"
You sigh, feeling a headache build between your temples. You turn to the nurse, scowling. "Yes?"
"The, um... the patient in trauma room two is awake," she answers nervously. "And she's trying toâ"
Whatever your poor nurse is trying to say is cut off by none other than said patient striding down the hallway, unbothered, even as five of the other strongest nurses you have try to hold her back. She simply drags them along with each confident step. Also, she somehow managed to get her clothes back? You mentally add another thing to your to-do listâyou'll have to have a stern talk with whoever manages patient belongings. Zoya stops in front of the front desk and eyes you up and down, and you shoot an unimpressed glare right back at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" you ask flatly, and Zoya shrugs.
"I'm here to say thanks," she responds, and you blink. That... wasn't what you were expecting.
"Oh."
"I'm also going to leave," she adds, and then you scoff, feeling the moment crumble in an instant.
"In your dreams. You're not due to be discharged for three more days." You round the counter to stand defiantly in front of her, and she raises a brow. Around you, your staff shift nervously. If Zoya decides to force her way out, there really is no one who can stop her.
"I'm perfectly fine," she counters, placing a hand on her hip. Your eyes flick down to it, and yesâthe glaring wound in her side is healed up, almost beautifully. Such are the 'benefits' of being a Sinner. But you shake your head nonetheless, stubbornly digging your heels in. If Zoya is an unstoppable force, then by God will you be the immovable object.
"You're fine when I say you're fine," you roll your eyes. "Now do I have to put you on a leash or are you going to go back to your room on your own?"
Something flickers in Zoya's eyes, and she makes a derisive noise that has your brow twitching. You can feel your blood starting to simmer just beneath your skin. Really, one of these days she's probably going to give you an aneurysm.
âHmm, how about this, then? You check me over, and if anything isnât in already healthy condition, Iâll stay,â Zoya offers, and you cross your arms.
âAnd if not?â
âThen Iâll leave,â she answers coolly. âDeal?â
Your head throbs. âFine. Just get in the triage room, Iâll make this quick.â
You stalk your way to the room, Zoya following on your heels like an obedient dog. Like this, it is she who casts a shadow on you, with her once again ridiculous height. It makes you want to see her on her knees.
You banish the though away as quickly as it came and sit Zoya down on the cot. She leans back on both her palms, relaxed as ever, watching as you flit about, pulling on gloves and putting on your stethoscope.
âBreathe in,â you order, and she does. Her lungs sound clear, which is good. You donât hear the light chime of embedded Mania crystals, which is a relief. Your hand trails down her back before moving to her front, ghosting over her abs.
The injury that had left her bleeding all over your floors is practically gone nowâonly a thin white line proof it was ever there. You brush your thumb against the scar, and you feel the way her muscles tense beneath your touch.
You do your due diligence, pressing along her abdomen as part of a standard checkup. Itâs a perfectly normal procedure to check for organ size, pain and abnormalities, but the thought that this is Zoya youâre touching almost makes your hands tremble. And the way sheâs reactingâtense and breathing deep with each inhaleâis certainly not helping.
Once you finally finish the exam, thereâs a distinct charged feeling in the air. You glance up at Zoya, and her eyes are dark; just like the way they were back then. It makes you swallow reflexively, your blood feeling almost unbearably warm beneath your skin.
Youâre still close to her. Your hands are still on her abdomen. You should pull away, but you donât really want to. A part of you doesnât even think it can.
âDid I pass, princess?â Zoya breathes, her warm breath fanning across your face. Your eyes narrow, and you look directly into her dark ones like a challenge.
âItâs doctor.â
She smirks. You want to kiss it off her. âWhatever you say, princess.â
âFuck you,â you snarl, ready to pull away, irritation overtaking the lust in your system before Zoya grabs both your wrists and keeps you close.
âFuck me yourself,â she whispers, dangerously close to your lips, both an invitation and a challenge.
A better doctor wouldâve stepped away. Good thing, then, that you never were the best, because you meet Zoyaâs challenge in a kiss thatâs more teeth and tongue than anything else. Zoya grins against you, slipping off the cot to tower over you. Her hands move your arms around her neck as she walks you backwards, all while her tongue plunders your mouth.
Zoya pushes you against a wall with enough force to make you gasp, air rushing from your lungs. Her lips and teeth descend on your neck as her hands travel down to your ass, squeezing once before they find your thighs, guiding them to wrap your legs around her waist. You sigh in pleasure at the kisses she presses against the skin of your neck, one of your hands winding in her silvery hair while the other digs into her shoulder to steady yourself.
Youâre now completely held up by her, but the fear of falling doesnât cross your mind even once. Youâre pretty sure Zoya can keep you in place by just pinning you to the wall with her hips. You grind your front against her pelvis, and you both groan at the friction against her growing bulge. Zoyaâs fingers find the waistband of your scrubs, and she tugs them down roughly.
You tighten your grip in her hair at that, and she hisses in both slight pain and pleasure. âCareful,â you mutter to her, âyouâre not allowed to rip them.â
Zoya scoffs against your neck but nonetheless obeys, and you sigh when you feel her knuckles rub against your clothed clit. Zoya exhales as she feels your wetness seep through your panties and onto her skin.
âSo fucking wet, princess,â she coos into your ear, dragging a finger along your slit. She presses lightly on the ruined cloth, delighting in the way it sticks to your drenched lower lips. You nip at her jaw, a scrape of your teeth along the defined bone, and Zoya takes the hint.
Her fingers push your panties to the side, and then sinks knuckle deep into your cunt.
You bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moans, your pussy fluttering around the intrusion. Fuck, her fingers are so thickâsheâs hardly done anything and youâre already so close to your peak itâs embarassing. Your legs tighten around her waist as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds of her working your cunt open echoing in the room. Her thumb presses against your stiff clit and you squirm, burying your face in her neck and panting for breath.
âGonna cum, princess?â Zoya asks, a breathless edge to her voice. âYouâreâfuckâgetting tighter, baby.â
âKeep going,â you snap, somewhere between a snarl and a sob. Your entire body is trembling. You seriously might kill her if she does. âDonât you dare stop.â
Zoya growls, and pistons her fingers even faster all while her thumb draws harsh circles against your clit. You babble whispered praise into her neck before one final, perfect stroke against that spongy spot inside of you had you creaming all over her fingers. The gang leader grunts as she feels your tightness bear down on her, and wetness seep into her palm.
You pant against her neck as you come down from your high, legs twitching. Zoya withdraws her fingers with a wet squelch, and you shudder. But she doesnât set you down, not just yet, and you know whyâor rather, you can feel why. You pull back, leaning your head against the wall, and all while keeping your eyes locked with hers, let your hand brush against the tent in her pants.
Her hips jerk at the sensation, and you smirk. Sheâs just as pathetically desperate as you are. You brush your hand up and down the clothed length once, then twice, before finally tugging the zipper and her boxers down just enough for her cock to spring free.
Shit, you feel yourself get wetter at just the sight. Her cock slaps against her stomach, painfully hard and big enough that youâre glad she had the control to finger you open first. Zoya growls again when you pump your hand along her length, gathering sticky pre-cum from her drooling tip and laving it down her hardness.
âWouldnât happen to keep condoms in here, would you?â she asks, her voice deeper than usual. You roll your eyes at the question.
âNo, we donât keep condoms in the triage room,â you answer, shifting your hips so her cock now rests against your soaked lower lips. âBut we do stock morning after pills.â
Zoyaâs eyes flicker dangerously, and she grips your hips tight enough to bruise. âYouâre playing with fire, princess.â
âShut up and fuck me,â you retort, moving your hips up and down and letting her cock slide between your pussy lips and bump deliciously against your clit. âIâm on the pill anyway.â
Zoya buries her face in your neck and growls, then angles her cock with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You have to bite your tongue as she enters because fuck, sheâs so fucking big. You can feel the way you cunt stretches to accomodate her size, more than it ever has for anyone else and you whimper reflexively.
Zoya squeezes your hips apologetically, kissing your neck as she keeps going. âGotta relax, princess, câmon, just relax for meâŚâ
You do your best, and the moment she bottoms out it feels like all the breath has been forced from your lungs. Gravity ensures you have a particularly deep seat on her cock, and it leaves both of you breathless. Zoya meets your eyes, and slowy, she starts to thrust, drawing back before snaping forward in a smooth rhythm that soon has you seeing stars.
She fucks you against the wall with as much force as she can muster without being too loudâthe rest of the hospital is just outside the door anyway. She smothers your moans with a kiss, hungry and demanding, her tongue tangling against yours. With each rut of her hips her cock bullies your g-spot and you can feel the knot in your stomach tighten once more.
ââm going to cum,â you gasp out, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure, ââm gonna cum, Zoya, pleaseââ
âGo on, then, princess,â she encourages, her thumb starting to work your clit again. âCum all over this cock like I know you want to.â
You writhe against her, your cunt squeezing her length like a vise. Zoya grunts at the sensation, her thrusts starting to get choppy as she rockets to her own high. Her lips travel from your own then down to your neck, her teeth ghosting the skin there. With one last drive of her hips she buries herself deep inside you and spills her hot cum into your eager cunt, while her teeth sink into the junction between your shoulder and your neck.
Your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of being filled by and of her, your insides being painted white as she dumps rope after rope of cum into you. Fuck, youâre going to be dripping into your panties for a while after this, but you canât bring yourself to care as nothing but sheer pleasure courses through your veins.
You donât know how long it takes before both of you wind down from the high, but Zoyaâs still hilted inside you, and a part of you doesnât want her to leave. Youâre both a panting mess, and Zoya draws away from your neck with a breathless sigh.
âSoâŚâ she begins, and you can barely manage a noise in response. âI take it Iâm clear to be discharged, doctor?â
You only answer her with a quick smack to her shoulder that has her chuckling.
(But you agree, on the condition she comes back for regular check-ups. Zoya has no problems with this arrangement.)
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please donât leave s.r. x gn! reader [1]
a/n: im a sucker for hurt/comfort i fear; wrote this with s3-4 & migraine reid in mind but you can choose whichever one you prefer! (this got super long so iâm going to make this into parts!)
warnings: minimal proofreading, some swearing, brief descriptions of basic criminal minds violence (cases and whatnot), mentions of blood
wc: 1,374
you and the team were tirelessly hunting down an unsub before he hurt any more women. the unsub was going after single women in their mid-30s or 40s who were in higher-stakes jobs such as congresswoman, lawyer, doctor, etc.
the unsub felt these women should stay at home and be housewives instead of being out in authority like jobs. the unsubâs mother was the same way, and he never had a proper childhood. he longed for a better relationship with his mother, so he stripped childrenâs mothers away from them.
time was running out, and everybody was running on little to no sleep, working on every detail to not miss a single thing. after many hours of looking into every victim, every connection, and every location, you finally found him. everyone raced against the clock, finally got his location, and were able to rescue three girls. you felt a tiny sense of relief at this fact; it helps to know you could still save people.
you knew this unsubâs type, and while you knew that you didnât meet the criteria, there was no telling what heâd do to get his way.
âstay with me, okay?â spencer ordered in a soft tone. he was just being a good team member, and while you both knew that you could hold your own,.
this killer. he was erratic and aggressive.
you knew that spencer would give you a lecture if he knew that you ignored his orders, but that was the least of your worries.
you rounded a corner with your gun held out in front of you, and you took in every corner on high alert. you peeked inside a room, checking your surroundings before entering. the lights were off, and of course the light switch was not working.
you turned your flashlight on, and you had your back turned for not even half a second.
as soon as you turned around, the unsub attempted to throw you across the room, but you caught his wrist in a forceful grip.
âyou donât need to do this. this ends now," you said in a firm voice, but the unsub did not listen. you tried to get him to back down, but he wasnât listening. you kept your gun raised, but you could not see where he went.
âyouâre not my type, but Iâll take my chances, the unsub said, and you started to turn around, but before you could react, he had raised a crowbar and hit you in the head, and you had collapsed to the floor. you were dizzy, and your vision was blurry as you attempted to stand up.
the sound of a thud had alerted the entire team, and everyone was on extra-high alert, thoroughly checking every corner of the house and looking for the source.
âspencer, where did they go?â emily whispered, noticing they were down an agent. spencerâs heart dropped to the floor; he must have turned around when you slipped away from him.
âson of a bitch! i told them to stay with me,â spencer mumbled to himself.
spencer took a deep breath to calm himself down as the two of them searched the house. spencer froze in place when he walked into a pitch-black room and saw you lying on the floor. he was internally panicking.
âcan you hear me?â spencer asked, and you were slipping in and out; everything around you was blurring, and everyone talking to you sounded like they were millions of miles away.
after a while, you could no longer hear or see anything; you were knocked out. spencer took a shaky breath as he placed two fingers on the side of your neck and sighed in relief when he found a pulse.
âwe need a medic!â emily yelled into her walkie-talkie. spencer was freaking out, wondering what he could have done to prevent this.
âhey, itâs not your fault; you know that, right?â jj said as she watched spencer internally cursing himself.
âi turned around for barely a second, and they just...â spencer trailed off, and jj led him out of the house as they had successfully located the unsub and arrested him.
after a painful silence, the medics arrived and took you out on a gurney. the side of your head was bleeding, and you were not waking up.
âgo, Iâll tell hotch; heâll understand, emily said as she watched spencer look at you with a pained look on his face. he silently nodded and stayed with the medics as they took you to the hospital.
the ride to the hospital was a deadly silence; he longed for your voice, even one of your silly jokes, anything.
once you got to the hospital, despite his best efforts, spencer was sent to the waiting room. as he waited for the verdict, he was bouncing his knees constantly, his mind racing with millions of possibilities.
he hated waiting. not knowing if you were okay drove him crazy; he wanted to scream.
the doctor came out, and spencer stood up fast. he listened intently, and a sigh of relief washed over him as the doctor told him that you were going to be okay.
âam I able to see them?â spencer asked anxiously, and the doctor nodded. âyes, they need lots of rest, but you can go visit.â the doctor smiled as they walked to your room.
his heart ached when he saw you lying on a bed with a bandage on the side of your head and hooked up to a machine, peacefully sleeping.
he was so glad youâre okay.
spencer took a seat and watched you cautiously; he didnât want to disturb you.
you slowly opened your eyes, saw spencer, and smiled lightly.
âhey spence, did you guys catch him?â you asked faintly. spencerâs heart twisted in agony at the sound of your voice.
âwe did, but you need your rest. i just wanted to see how you were doing.â
you smiled and tried to sit up, but spencer stopped you with a warning look in his eyes.
âdonât move; you need to rest.â
âiâm fine; it was just a scratch.â you attempted to joke, but it came out weakly.
âyou got hit in the head with a crowbar, and you passed outâmore than scratch there,â spencer said, sighing.
âthe doctor said i could go home within the next few days, maybe sooner,â you said, and spencer didnât respond; he just held your hand with a sad look on his face.
âhey, iâm okay.â
he cut you off with a deep sigh.
âwhy did you ignore my orders? i told you to stay with me. damn it, why didnât you stay? i donât know what I would have done ifâ spencer trailed off.
âiâm fine, spencer.â
âno, youâre not; you got hurt!â spencer was frustrated. how could you not see this was killing him?
âbut Iâm here; iâm going to be...â
âstop talking.â
you looked at him strangely, confused as to why he was so on edge.
âspencer, iâm fine; i donât know what has you so worked up, but...â
âplease stop talking,â he said, rubbing his forehead as he finally looked you in the eyes.
âdo you know that 258 people in 100,000 enter a coma each year due to acute brain injury?â spencer stated, frustration evident in his voice. you stared at him, confused.
âwhat does that have to do with anything?"
âyou are lucky that you donât have a brain injury; you could have been at risk of going into a fucking coma for who knows how long! what iâm saying is, i wish you didnât go off by yourself because i would never forgive myself if i lost you. do you understand me?â spencer said it in a stern voice, which caught you off guard.
âspencer, i can handle myself just fine, and iâm okay, arenât I?â
spencer shook his head furiously.
âyouâre not listening to me.â
the silence filled the room; it was the loudest silence youâve ever witnessed.
you tried to speak, but spencer just sighed. âyou need rest; iâll come back tomorrow, okay?â
you just nodded, the conversation still on your mind. why was he so upset? you didnât have the energy to dwell on it.
âspencer,â you called out.
he turned around with a curious look in his eyes.
âcan you stay a little longer?â you asked quietly.
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Im the type of person that wouldnât do the silent treatment if Tom got me mad. I would stay out all night and not answer the phone just to make him mad. How would Tom react đ?
PERSISTENT - T. KAULITZ
synopsis: after a fight with tom, you decide to go out clubbing, much to his annoyance. no matter how many times he calls, you ignore him, bringing him to his own breaking point. and once you come home, he doesnât plan on going easy on you.
content: angst + mentions of smut, iâll do a part 2 if u guys want lol
a/n: tom being rough and possessive is so hot like i would purposely piss him off just to see him mad⌠ANYWAYSS thank u for the req anon!! iâm so sorry if i havenât done ur request i have like 50 in my inbox so itâs taking me a while but i donât have an order of how i do them so itâs pretty random what iâll choose to write but yea pls bare with me!!đđ
âcome on, i said i was sorry. youâre being so fucking dramatic.â tom says, standing on the other side of the room as my eyes are fixed on my phone screen, not paying any attention to what he is saying, still liking how the idea of punching his face sounds. he knows that he has fucked up, deciding to forget to show up to my family dinner yesterday, instead rehearsing with the band all day and crashing at billâs place, not showing up until right now - 8:30pm the next day. and, he had dug himself an even bigger hole, telling me to âcalm downâ when i expressed my anger towards his incompetence.
âam i?â i mutter sarcastically, refusing to make eye contact. unbeknownst to him, i was texting my friends, making sure that nobody had plans, organising the final details of which bar we would go to, deciding that if tom can stand me up without telling me, then i can go out partying as i please, whether he is aware or not.
he tuts beside me, his slow and tired steps trudging towards me as his figure falls onto the bed, the mattress dipping next to me. he places one hand on my ass, massaging the flesh lightly, his lips meeting my neck as he plants rough, open-mouthed kisses over the skin. i take no notice, continuing to tap the keys of my small smartphone, not at all tempted by his lazy advances.
âplease babyâŚâ he mutters against my neck, kissing the skin harshly between his words. âiâm sorry, let me make it up to you, hm? iâll make you feel so good. just let me touch you princess, youâre so beautiful.â
his shitty attempts to win me over are almost pitiful, my body still as i try to stifle a laugh, a smile spreading across my face as the text that confirms that everyone can make it comes through. i say nothing, detaching tomâs arms from my lower back, getting up from the bed and walking towards the closet, picking out the sluttiest dress that i own, knowing how much tom hates me wearing it.
he watches me from the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, staying silent for a few seconds, yet the second he sees my hands grab hold of that dress, he sits up, his confused voice sounding through the bedroom.
âwoah woah woah, what are you doing?â he asks, standing up and moving in front of me, attempting to block my way.
i simply roll my eyes, moving past him and placing the dress on the bed. âgoing out.â i shrug, my fingers reaching to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting the soft material upwards and over my head, tom watching me do so.
âwearing that? no youâre not.â he scoffs, quickly snatching the dress from the bed and holding it against his chest. i turn around, my upper half now completely bare besides from my bra, tomâs eyes focused on my cleavage, his expression still angry.
âstop playing and give me the fucking dress.â i sigh, holding my hand outwards and trying to snatch it from him.
âyouâre not going out. not without me.â he reiterates, his grip on the material staying tight as he looks into my eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his lips.
âyes, i am.â i state, quickly snatching the dress from his hands and running to the bathroom, frantically locking the door before he can get to me, his fists colliding with it as he groans in frustration, a string of curses leaving his lips.
âyouâre such a fucking brat, you know that? open the door and quit messing around. this shit isnât funny.â he yells, repeatedly banging on the door.
however i am too busy slipping the dress onto my figure, adjusting the small straps and brushing my hair into a slick ponytail, applying some extremely rushed makeup, all whilst he continues to shout at me from the other side of the door, pointless apologies and pleads to let him in sounding throughout the bathroom. i hurriedly grab my heels, placing them on my feet and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. i had looked better on nights out, but tonight was about revenge, and whilst i didnât look my best, i still looked hot. hot enough to drive tom absolutely insane - especially considering that he would have no idea where i was, looking like this all alone his biggest fear, partly out of concern for my safety, but it was mainly because of his jealous tendencies. and whenever i dressed like this, even if he stayed by my side at all times, he became more possessive than ever.
yet right now, i want to make him mad, desperate to get him to the point of utter insanity, seeking some form of payback for what he had done - not caring about the consequences.
i emerge from the bathroom, tom stood inches away from me. he raises his eyebrows, his gaze moving downwards as he studies every inch of my body.
âno fucking way are you leaving looking like this.â he starts, shaking his head as a sarcastic chuckle leaves his lips. âyou must be insane if you think iâd let you. do you have any idea of the kind of people out there? fuck that.â
âsince when can you tell me what to do?â i laugh, taken aback by his sudden attitude, pissed off at the way he tries to control me, especially after what he has already done.
âsince iâm your fucking boyfriend, incase you had forgotten! only i get to see you looking like this, iâm not gonna let you leave the house alone, letting everyone see basically everything. donât be ridiculous.â he tuts, narrowing his eyes as i can sense the irritation in his tone. âi said i was sorry. if thatâs what this is about, then youâve proven your point, great job. but iâm not letting you leave, not wearing that.â
âyou donât own me, i can do whatever the fuck i want.â i shrug, pulling my dress up a little higher just to frustrate him more, before rushing out of our bedroom and through the house, quickly slipping out of the front door before he can stop me. he frustratedly calls my name from behind, a chorus of curse words and irritated demands all along the lines of telling me to âcome backâ spilling from his lips until i close the door, running to my friends car and hopping in.
i look at my phone, already seeing five missed calls and a few texts, some apologising again, others telling me to come back inside. i roll my eyes, putting my phone on silent and engaging in conversation until we arrive to the club, spilling out of the car.
the place is completely packed, excitement oozing through my veins as we rush towards the bar, ordering far more shots than necessary, but in the moment i didnât care - my mind focuses on one thing: pissing tom off. and i know that the more drunk i get, the more angry he will become, the idea satisfying to me as i pick up the small glass. i hold it to my lips, some lipgloss smudging onto it, my head tilting backwards as i allow the liquid to slip downwards, burning the back of my throat. i wince slightly, the taste strong and bitter, yet that doesnât stop me as i pick up another glass, swallowing the liquid inside of it as fast as i can, eager to feel its effects right now, tired of feeling sober.
my friend takes my hand as i quickly swallow the last of my drink, following her shaky footsteps, all of us beyond tipsy. we find our way to the dance floor, slotting between a couple too focused on swallowing each otherâs faces to realise we had pushed them aside. the alcohol finally sinking into my system, bringing along with it a sense of freedom that i had missed so much. i sway my hips to the music, getting lost in the rhythm, a wide grin on my face.
ŕźťâŚŕźş
i have no idea how long i have been dancing for, or how long i have been at the club for. i probably canât even count the amount of drinks i have had on my fingers, now completely wasted as i sloppily dance to the music, my arms in the air.
âcome on, weâve got more drinks!â i hear my friend call over from the couch area, her words slurred and almost inaudible.
i smile widely, awkwardly shuffling through the crowd and over to the table, my movements all over the place as i stumble towards the couch, flopping onto it. my eyes turn to the large tray of drinks, filled with an array of shots and cocktails, my hands reaching for whatever drink i can touch first - not exactly picky at this point, iâve probably consumed every cocktail to exist in the past hour. the sweet taste washes over my tastebuds, itâs bitter aftertaste now normal to me as i swallow it with no reaction, drinking the liquid like it is water, feeling happier with each sip. i place the drink down, glancing momentarily to my phone for the first time since i had left, seeing that tom is calling me again, at least twenty unseen messages filling my inbox.
baby i said i was sorry, come on. - 9:52pm
seriously, this isnât funny anymore. - 9:52pm
come home now, iâm worried about u. - 9:53pm
where the fuck are you?? - 9:54pm
i swear to god if you donât pick up the fucking phone. - 9:56pm
do u think this is funny? do u know how worried i am?? answer the damn phone. - 9:58pm
answer the fucking phone. i swear to god once i find out where you are. - 10:01pm
iâm coming to find you. - 10:04pm
i roll my eyes, placing my phone back in my purse and picking up my drink, finishing the last of it and putting the empty glass on the table. the place starts to feel increasingly warm as i decide to get some fresh air, standing up slowly from my seat, almost toppling over from the amount of alcohol i had consumed.
âanyone coming for a smoke?â i ask, turning to my friends.
they all decline apart from one, resuming their conversation over the loud music as the two of us head outside, pushing the doors open, the cold air hitting my face and cooling me down immediately. i open my purse, taking a cig out and lighting it, bringing it to my lips as i inhale, closing my eyes. the smoke fills my lungs, bringing a small moment of calm despite the low buzz still in my body. i exhale slowly, watching the smoke pour from my lips, disappearing into the night as i lean backwards against the cold wall, itâs harshness causing me to shiver a little.
i take a few more drags, holding the cig in between my fingers, enjoying the small moment of peace. the streets are practically empty, apart from the large queue of people waiting to be let into the club beside me, the diluted thumping of music drowned out slightly. the roar of a car engine, one that sounds strangely familiar, pulls me out of my hazy moment, my eyes turning to the source of the sound. i can recognise that car from anywhere - itâs headlights getting closer and closer as i roll my eyes, turning around and attempting to blend in with the small crowd of people outside.
i sigh in relief as my plan is successful - or so i thought. the car drives past me for a few seconds, itâs tyres screeching to a stop as the door opens, tom stepping out of it. his eyes frantically scan the crowd, his entire expression disjointed, chest heaving up and down as he tries to spot me. apparently my attempt at cover doesnât suffice as his eyes lock with mine, his face softening as he lets out a sigh of relief, rushing towards me.
i groan, knowing that there is no point in running - he will always catch me, wasting my energy trying to escape would be useless. he comes closer, pushing the drunken bodies aside until he is standing in front of me, his face angry.
âjesus fucking christ do you know how scared i was?â he shouts, roughly grabbing me by my waist and smashing his lips to mine. though i can tell that this isnât to show his affection, rather it is a way for him to release a small amount of his frustration, this not even the beginning of it.
âno way, really?â i question sarcastically, gasping as i pretend to be shocked, still furious for the shit he pulled lastnight, not interested in his feeling right now.
âlose the fucking attitude. donât think that youâre gonna get away with this. weâre leaving, get in the fucking car.â he says, clenching his jaw and grabbing my hand. though he is clearly furious, he takes it gently, maintaining a steady grip, still careful not to hurt me.
âwhat if i donât want to leave?â i challenge, a satisfied smile on my face as i know exactly how to further his anger.
âyou donât have a choice.â he states, rolling his eyes as he begins to pull me towards his car, his breathing heavy, face stern. i know that i have pissed him off, and perhaps gone too far.
he opens the passenger door, and i step in sulkily, knowing that i have pushed my boundaries. i fold my arms, rolling my eyes as he slams the door shut, quickly walking around to the driverâs side, angrily getting in.
ânever fucking good enough for you is it?â he mutters, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he sighs, roughly clicking his seatbelt on. âi told you i was sorry, but you had to be a brat about it.â
i stay silent, sinking further into my seat as he places his hand firmly on the gearstick, beginning to drive away.
âwhereâs your fucking attitude now, hm? pathetic.â he scoffs, turning to face me for a second as i refuse to make eye contact, embarrassed at my change in persona, slightly scared by his tone, knowing that i have fucked up.
his foot presses harshly against the accelerator, speeding up, letting out his anger as his hand clenches the gearstick, tugging it roughly, his veins flexing with each motion.
âjust wait until we get home. iâm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, maybe itâll teach you to stop being so stubborn all the damn time.â
i sense the sincerity in his tone, recognising that he is completely serious, deciding to stay quiet to avoid pissing him off further. yet i cannot ignore the aching between my thighs, slightly excited at his threat, secretly desperate to get home so that he can execute his promise.
time seems to work against me, each second feeling like hours as the silence between us only fuels the tension. i have never been so relieved to see our house come into view, waiting patiently as tom pulls in, turning the engine off and staying in his seat. he takes a deep breath, his tongue messing with the metal of his lip piercing before he opens his mouth to speak, refusing to make eye contact.
âupstairs. and do as i say this time, if you want to be walking tomorrow.â
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