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đRAWN TO đšOU !
pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : reader has a cat mutation, fluff, hurt comfort, past traumas, shy!reader wc : 1.8k
loganâs first mistake was being nice to you.Â
youâd only been at the x-mansion for a couple of weeks, still getting used to the overwhelming energy of it all. after years of isolation and trauma, being thrown into a lively, bustling environment like this felt like stepping into a different world. youâd barely been able to keep up, senses overloaded with all the new faces, noises, and scents around you. everything was too much, too loud, and you felt like a stray cat caught in a storm.
it was one of those days when you were trying to find a quiet corner, somewhere to hide from the noise. the rec room was packed; laughter, conversations, the clatter of cutlery and plates filled the air, setting your nerves on edge. you sat in the corner, tail flicking anxiously, ears flattened against your head as you tried to drown out the chaos. you could feel your claws digging into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself before you bolted.Â
but then you caught a familiar scent - woodsy, rugged, with a hint of cigar smoke. it cut through the haze like a lifeline, something steady to latch onto. you turned your head and saw him: logan, walking through the crowd with a beer in his hand, that permanent scowl etched onto his face.Â
you didnât even think twice; you just got up and followed him.Â
he didnât notice you right away. he was too busy glaring at the world, lost in his own thoughts as he made his way through the mansion. it wasnât until he reached the stairs that he paused, glancing over his shoulder and finding you trailing behind him like a shadow.Â
âthe hellâre you doinâ?â he grumbled, eyes narrowing as he took in your anxious stance, the way your tail was flicking behind you, betraying your nerves.Â
you froze under his scrutiny, unsure how to explain it. a soft mewl escaped you, one you hadnât meant to make, and his scowl deepened. but he didnât tell you to go away. instead, he just let out a resigned huff, turning back around with a muttered, âfine, just... donât get in my damn way.â
you stuck to his side after that.Â
logan found it annoying at first - he wasnât exactly a people person, and having someone constantly following him around like a lost kitten was grating on his nerves. but no matter how many times he tried to shake you off, youâd always find your way back to him. it was like you had some kind of sixth sense for where he was in the mansion. if he was in the garage, you were there, perched on an old crate, watching him work on his bike with wide, curious eyes. if he was out back, smoking a cigar, you were sitting a few feet away, basking in the quiet comfort of his presence.Â
he didnât get it.Â
âdonât you got somewhere else to be?â heâd grumble every now and then, but there was never any real heat behind it.Â
youâd just shake your head, a small, shy smile on your lips. âi like being here... with you.âÂ
and maybe that was the turning point, the moment he stopped trying so hard to push you away. it wasnât like you were causing trouble - you were quiet, easy to ignore when he wanted to be left alone, but always there when he needed an extra hand or just... someone to share the silence with.Â
the others noticed, of course.Â
âsheâs like your little shadow, ainât she?â rogue teased one day, leaning against the doorframe of the garage, her eyes twinkling with amusement.Â
logan just shrugged, wiping the grease off his hands. âsheâs harmless,â he muttered, like that was enough of an explanation.Â
âsheâs cute too.â rouge muttered under her breath, a smirk forming on her face. âhey, do you know why sheâs even following you around in the first place?
âi got no fuckinâ clue. says sheâs just drawn to me?â
the smile on her face grew tenfold, âoh logan...â
he shot her a confused look, her teasing eyes only twinkling more, a little snort that she seemed she couldnât hold in forcing itâs way out.
things took a turn one night when you showed up outside his door, clutching a blanket to your chest, looking more skittish than usual. it was late, the mansion quiet except for the distant hum of the generator, and logan had been looking forward to some peace and quiet.Â
but then there you were, eyes wide and pleading, ears drooping like a scolded cat.Â
âwhat is it?â he asked, voice gruff, though there was a flicker of concern in his gaze.Â
you shifted on your feet, not meeting his eyes. âcan i... stay here tonight?â you whispered, so soft he almost missed it. âi... i donât want to be alone.âÂ
logan stared at you for a moment, torn between his instinct to tell you to go back to your own room and the strange, unfamiliar urge to protect you. finally, he just let out a heavy sigh, stepping aside to let you in.Â
âfine,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âjust for tonight.âÂ
you nodded quickly, slipping past him and settling on the floor next to his bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket like a cocoon. he watched you for a moment, the way you curled in on yourself, small and vulnerable, before turning off the light and getting back into bed.Â
but it wasnât just for one night.Â
you kept coming back, night after night, until your pillow and blanket became a permanent fixture in his room. logan didnât say anything, just grunted in acknowledgment whenever you slipped in after dark, but he never turned you away.Â
âyou know you could just take the bed,â he said one night, half-asleep, his voice a low rumble in the darkness.Â
you shook your head, though he could barely see it. âiâm fine here,â you whispered. âi donât want to be a bother.âÂ
logan just huffed, turning over, but he didnât press the issue.Â
he didnât realise how used to your presence heâd gotten until you werenât there.Â
youâd gone on a mission with some of the others, promising him youâd be careful, but he couldnât shake the bad feeling gnawing at his gut. he tried to distract himself, burying himself in his usual routines, but everything felt... off without you trailing after him.Â
when they brought you back, bruised and bloodied, something in him snapped.Â
âwhat the hell happened?â he growled, stalking over to where hank was tending to your injuries, his fists clenched at his sides.Â
âit was my fault, loâ you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. âi... i thought i could handle it.âÂ
logan just shook his head, his anger simmering beneath the surface. âyouâre not fuckinâ ready for this,â he muttered, more to himself than to you.Â
you flinched, your ears flattening against your skull, and he immediately regretted his harsh tone.Â
âdammit,â he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. âi didnât mean it like that. just... donât scare me like that again, alright?âÂ
you looked up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable, brimming with unshed tears, and he felt something tighten in his chest.Â
âi just... i feel safe with you,â you whispered through your watery expression, so soft he almost missed it.Â
loganâs expression softened, the anger draining from his face.Â
âyeah, well,â he muttered, looking away, âyou are. safer, i mean.âÂ
one night, as you were curled up next to him, your tail wrapped around his leg, you murmured something that made his breath hitch.
âiâve never felt like this before... safe, i mean,â you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost lost in the darkness.
logan went still, his heart pounding in his chest, but he didnât pull away.
âyeah?â he asked, his voice rough, unsure of where this was going.
you nodded against his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin. âwith you... itâs different. i don't feel like i have to look over my shoulder all the time. iâm not scared when iâm with you.â
he was silent for a moment, trying to process the weight of your words. the confession hung between you, fragile and tentative.
âyou mean that?â he finally asked, voice gruff, his hands tightening around you just a bit.
âyeah,â you breathed out, turning to look up at him, eyes wide and honest. âyou... you make me feel like iâm not alone anymore.â
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasnât good with words, never had been, but he knew he didnât want to mess this up.
âthatâs all i need,â you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, and logan felt something warm and unbreakable settle in his chest.
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasnât good with words, never had been, but he knew he didnât want to mess this up.
âi donât know what the hell iâm doinâ,â he muttered, looking down at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. âbut iâll stick around if thatâs what you want. iâll try... for you.â
you smiled softly, leaning into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the way he was still holding back, afraid to take the next step. so, you did it for him. with a hesitant breath, you lifted your hand to his face, gently tracing the rough line of his jaw with your fingertips.
âloganâŠâ you whispered, your voice barely audible. his eyes softened at the sound of his name, and for a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you charged with something unspoken.Â
slowly, he dipped his head, bringing his face closer to yours. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the way it hitched slightly, as if he was still unsure. but then his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, as if he was afraid of breaking you.Â
the kiss was gentle, almost shy, a stark contrast to the rough edges that usually defined him. his hands cupped your face so carefully, as if you were something precious and fragile, something he never wanted to lose. your eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping you as you leaned into him, feeling the warmth and tenderness he rarely showed to anyone else.
loganâs thumb brushed against your cheek, a silent question, asking if this was okay, if this was what you wanted. you answered by pressing closer, your lips moving against his in a slow, careful dance that spoke of trust, of finding solace in each other.Â
when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed. he stayed like that for a moment, just holding you, as if he was afraid that letting go would mean losing this fragile connection.
âyouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â he murmured, voice rough with emotion, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your skin.
âmaybe,â you whispered back, smiling softly, your eyes shining as you looked up at him. âbut i think i found something special too.âÂ
logan just held you tighter, his lips ghosting over yours once more, a silent promise that he wasnât going anywhere.Â
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cherry popper
heeseung x reader
getting your cherry popped by popular f-boy, lee heeseung
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tonight, you were on a mission. on a mission to get rid of your virginity! maybe a frat party wasnât the best place to lose your virginity, but you knew who you wanted to take it.
lee heeseung.
except you didnât know if he cherry popped girls or wanted them already experienced.
you couldnât blame him or any guys though if they preferred not to be the one to take a girlâs virginity. there was a bad stigma around girls who had sex for the first time.
they became attached. needed rose petals and slow sex. needed to cuddle afterwards.
well, not you. at your age, you just wanted it out of the way. the term âvirginityâ was stupid anyway.
youâve heard the good things about lee heeseung when it comes to his bed activities. so why not lose your virginity to a guy who was 99% sure to make you come your first time?
thereâs nothing more depressing than having your first time be with a guy who is terrible in bed.
your friend knocked on your forehead with a laugh. âyou okay?â
you nodded with a smile. âstill on the hunt.â
âheâll be here any minute. just remember, donât pounce on him. you have to seem mysterious. heâs never seen you here before, so just seem uninterested. heâll come to you.â
âgot it!â you nodded and took a small sip of your cup. you didnât want to be drunk or even tipsy, but just wanted enough to calm your nerves.
youâve heard how alcohol ruins some peopleâs sex drives. even heard the term, âwhiskey dick,â so youâre hoping heeseung doesnât suffer from that.
forty minutes passed, and you still hadnât seen heeseung, giving up to even look for him. you sighed and looked at your friend.
âiâm going to the bathroom.â
âneed me?â
you shook your head. âiâll be fine.â
you made your way up the stairs, following your friends directions to the bathroom upstairs. your pink miniskirt for sure was covering nothing of your behind, but your friend convinced you to show more skin than usual. your baby tee was tight and short, perfectly flaunting your chest.
once you finished in the bathroom, you quickly gave yourself a once over look in the mirror and opened the door, only to run into a tall figure.
well if that wasnât perfect timing and a coincidence by the universe.
âhmp, sorry!â you huffed out looking up to eye heeseung.
âno worries baby. havenât seen you around here before?â he smiled.
oh damn he was a smooth talker.
âoh yeahâfirst party, with, um, my friend.â you stuttered out.
there was no need for you to pretend to be all shy around him. his aura made you shy. you still had to force yourself to not outright ask, âhey heeseung, can you take my virginity?â
all heeseung was doing was smiling at you and you felt intimated. how the fuck were you gonna get this man in bed?
heeseung proved to be easy.
his eyes flipped from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes, suddenly wanting a taste of the girl whoâs never been to a party before. who he has never seen before.
his thumb traced your bottom lip, his own bottom lip being caught between his teeth. âi saw you downstairs with your friend, and thought to myself, âdamn sheâs hot as fuck.ââ heeseung whispered out to you.
âreâreally?â you asked surprised.
how long has he been here? eyeing you? why hadnât you seen him walk in?
he nodded, âi knew i had to have you.â he said leaning down to kiss your lips with a peck, leaving you wanting more.
yeah, he wanted you for sure because yes, you were cute, but also, fresh-meat at this party. he couldnât let his friends get to the cute new girl first.
from observation, he could tell you were the shy type, and he was allured even more by you because of that.
the peck left you wanting more. his lips were just so soft. youâve kissed boys before, but his lips were the softest.
âmhm, wanna make out?â
âare you twelve?â you teased at the way he asked you.
heeseung chuckled. âjust trying to be polite.â
you nodded. he grabbed your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. heeseung pulled you to a bedroom at the end of the hall.
surprisingly the room was clean and neat. youâve seen the horror pictures and movies and videos of frat houses.
your friend had told you, the upstairs was completely off limits and they reinforced it. but if you had to use the bathroom (the clean one) sneak upstairs. she had distracted the guy blocking the stairs.
you stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, after heeseung let go of your hand, walking towards the bed.
he smirked. âno need to be shy.â he patted his lap. âyou can come sit.â
he wants you to sit on his lap?
you slowly walked towards him, slowly resting on his lap. your knees on either side of his hips. his own hands went to rest on your hips.
bringing your lips down to meet his, you both started making out like a bunch of horny teens. heeseung took it slow with you at first, before his kisses became more desperate and longing. wanting more from you.
his hands squeezed your hips, catching you off guard, and he took the opportunity to poke his tongue in your mouth.
your hands wrapped around his neck, your lower half beginning to feel a bit wet. heeseungs own lower half was starting to get hard, you able to feel him through his jeans and your short skirt.
you rubbed your lower half against him, heeseung letting out a low gritted moan. âkeeping doing that and i will come in my pants.â he gripped your ass from under your skirt.
you smiled against his kisses. âagain, what are you? a teenage boy?â
heeseung actually loved the teasing. he squeezed your hips tighter, tickling lightly, causing you to squeal.
he flipped you on your back on the bed so he was hovering over you. his lips never leaving yours, he lifted your skirt up more, pulling your underwear to the side.
his middle finger rubbed circles around your clit and the hole of your cunt, teasing you to get you worked up, slick, and ready for him.
his finger teased at your entrance, he could feel the tightness of you.
although youâve pleasured yourself a few times, your fingers were in no comparison to heeseung.
heeseungs finger slowly entered you, his lips still not leaving their spot from you, and as he slowly inched deeper, you whined into his mouth at the feeling.
slight sting but feeling good. heeseung slowly added another finger and began pumping his fingers in and out of you, his lips moving to suck on a sweet spot on your neck.
an odd sensation came, you riding heeseungs fingers, feeling your stomach feel tight, your cunt becoming needier.
âride my fingers, there you go.â heeseung said to you.
you bit your lower lip and an over pleasuring sensation came over you.
did you just come? you thought itâd be more intense than that.
you felt good, and when he went to rub his fingers against your clit, you did feel over sensitive.
you didnât realize heeseung had left a hickey on your neck.
heeseung removed his fingers from you, standing up to unbutton his belt and pants pulling them and his boxers down.
leaning on your elbows, your eyes widened at his length. aw shit.
heeseung pumped his own length a few times, âmhm, open your mouth.â
âcan you be a little nicer?â you asked with a smile.
âplease open your mouth?â
you nodded and scooted towards the end of the bed where you sat comfortably while heeseung stood.
you licked his tip, swirling your tongue around the head before slowly taking just the head in between your lips giving it a suck.
âplease donât tease.â heeseung sighed. your mouth just felt too good.
you smiled with his dick in your mouth, opening a bit wider to take his length in as much as you could. your hand stimulating whatever was left over and his balls.
you did have a gag reflex, and you werenât about to test it now.
âfuck, so good. please come to these parties more often.â heeseung sighed out as your head pumped back and forth against him.
you sucked, your tongue swirling against the underside, your hand putting small pressure on his balls, squeezing just right for him.
heeseungs hand went to the back of your head, and when he pushed a bit for more than you could take, you choked, your gag reflex kicking in.
you pulled away, needing to breathe, a line of your spit between his tip and your lips.
âfuck that was hot. i love a girl with a gag reflex honestly.â heeseung moaned. he took your jaw back in between his hands, his thumb tapping your lower lip to open.
you followed, and he stuffed his dick back into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, you gagging once again.
heeseung had to control himself to not lose control and just fuck your face.
as you bobbed your head, heeseung also moved his hips back and forth. âmhm, mouth feels so good, iâm gonna come.â
you used your hand to help stimulate what your mouth couldnât. heeseungs moans became lower and more messy.
âfuck, can i come in your mouth?â
you nodded, and thatâs all he needed before hot spurts of his come entered your throat. heeseung let out strings of curse words in pleasure.
âfuck that was hot.â he mumbled, catching his breath.
with your skirt still flipped up, heeseung undressed your lower half completely, and he finished taking off his clothing, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his jeans.
most girls would probably be like, âreturn the favor!â but if you came one more time without his dick, you wouldnât have the stanima to go a third round on his dick. tonight, you were okay with giving a blowjob and not getting your pussy ate.
heeseung kissed you, tasting himself, biting your lower lip, all while slipping on the condom.
you hadnât realized how fast and skilled he was until you felt his head prodding your hole.
âoh fuck!â you whispered. your eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other the bed covers.
âmhm so tight, like no oneâs ever fucked this pussy.â heeseung mumbled out.
he slowly eased into you, feeling the warmth and resistance but thought nothing much of it. heeseung thought maybe you just hadnât been with a guy of his size.
you bit down on your lower lip, the stinging sensation back, you fighting off the feeling of the pain trying to focus on the pleasure.
breathing deeply through your nose, you tried your best to relax, heeseungs eyebrows knitted in confusion and focus.
he slowly moved his length back and forth, feeling your hand tighten on his shoulder.
thatâs when it hit him. the tightness and resistance. your eyebrows knitted, eyes closed. your hand having a death grip on him and the bed.
âare you fucking serious?â he said out loud, taking you off guard, you opened your eyes, âare you a virgin?â he narrowed his eyes at you.
a tear dropped down your cheek, you sniffling your nose. âplease donât be mad.â you sighed out a little sob.
heeseung shook his head. âitâs not that im mad, im justâi donât know.â
regardless, heeseung didnât pull out, but he didnât move further. he stayed still inside of you.
you sniffled again. âitâs justâiâi was tired of being a virgin, and i heard about your reputation of being with a lot of girls and being able to please them. i didnât want my first time to suck, and i debated on telling you, but i didnât know if you were the type to get an ick when it came to virgins!â
heeseung lowered his head in shame. he couldnât believe someone who sucked dick so good was a virgin.
âyou suck dick too good for a virgin.â he said then raised his eyebrow at you.
you smiled shyly, âi uh, never did that either.â
âfuck! what have you done that i wasnât your first?â
âiâve used my own fingers, but of course that doesnât compare to yours. and yes, i have kissed others before.â
heeseung sighed, âthis is bad,â
before he could finish you cut him off, âno! it doesnât have to be okay? i promise i wonât get attached, i am not expecting anything from you after this okay? i donât need roses or cuddles either. i know what iâm getting myself into, heeseung.â
âyou know my name, but i donât even know yours. can i at least have the name of the girlâs virginity i took?â
you told him your name. âiâm really sorry, i didnât mean to undermine you.â
heeseung laughed, âyes you did and itâs honestly okay and kind of refreshing. usually im the one undermining girls.â
all while this conversation went on, heeseung was still hard and sat still in you.
âiâm surprised youâre still hard.â
âmy dick is in a tight pussy. a virgin pussy. must have a virginity or corruption kink, i guess.â
âiâm okay. can we please continue, heeseung?â
heeseung nodded slowly. âonly if i can be the first one to eat that pussy too.â
you chuckled, âas you wish.â
heeseung began to move, his pace slow. he finished bottoming out, a loud moan leaving your lips, but you tapped his shoulder with two fingers, to let him know to keep going.
heeseung pulled out to his tip, before he bottomed out once again. although you were a virgin, he wasnât going to be too gentle with you, and you were okay with that.
after a few thrusts it began to feel better. âmhm, feels better heeseung.â you groaned, your head resting to the side.
you wrapped your legs around heeseung, locking him in, your hand resting on his cheek, bringing him down for a kiss.
âcanât believe you let me fuck this pussy first. chose me.â heeseung moaned. âso happy you let me fuck you first. going to ruin you for anyone else. not going to want anyoneâs cock but mine.â
heeseung began his spew of dirty talk, which just made you wetter by each statement.
who knew dirty talk would turn you on so much.
âlooks like my cherry likes dirty talk.â heeseung laughed as his pace sped up just a bit.
heeseung sat up on his knees, taking you at a different angle so he could reach deeper, and closer to your cervix.
you looked down, able to see the outline of him inside of you. you moaned at the sight.
âlook at you. taking me so well. so tiny underneath me. too big for you baby.â
heeseung slightly put pressure on your lower stomach, your legs wrapping tighter, as you lifted your hips.
âgonna make you come on your first cock, cherry.â
âplease make me come, hee.â you begged, your mind going blank, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure.
spews of groans, moans, random words leaving your mouth, mixed with heeseungs name.
oh yes, this was the intense orgasm people talked about. what your friends talked about, and gloated about.
heeseungs finger went to rub circles on your clit, adding pressure which tipped you over the edge.
his dick thrusting in and out. the angle of his dick hitting somewhere within you so good. his thumb on your clit. his palm pressing down on your stomach. his dirty talk and praises.
you were overwhelmed with pleasure. and in no time, with one last scream and cry, heeseungs name leaving your lips, you came around his dick.
heeseung helped you ride out your orgasm while he reached his, stilling inside you, emptying into the condom.
heeseung collapsed above you, nose to nose, and he gave you a peck on your lips, then moved his face to the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss there.
he pulled out, your lower half fluttering at the loss of him, both of you moaning from loss of each other.
heeseung rolled on his back, and took off the condom, noting a little blood. when he looked down, no blood was on him, but he was worried about you.
he looked over to you, no blood on the sheets.
âwhat?â you asked sitting up, feeling a bit of an ache already settling in.
âletâs get you to the bathroom. there was a bit of blood on the condom.â
your face felt hot in embarrassment. âiâm sorry.â you mumbled.
heeseung kissed your forehead. âno need to be embarrassed. itâs normal and it happens.â
heeseung got up and you followed him to the bathroom.
you made sure to empty your bladder, just tiny spotting. you groaned. âi canât ruin my underwear.â you sighed. this was so embarrassing.
heeseung opened the cabinet, you looked over seeing pads and liners. looking back at him with a glaring expression.
âthis is jays bathroom. heâs a romantic, always making sure whatever girl heâs with at the time is covered.â heeseung explained, scratching the back of his head.
âmaybe i should have had jay take my virginity then.â you joked.
heeseung didnât laugh. âabsolutely not. youâre off limits to him and any of my friends now.â
crossing your arms, you stared into his eyes, ânow whoâs the clingy one after taking someoneâs virginity?â
âget used to it cherry.â
âcherry?â
âyeah, cause i popped your cherry.â
you pushed his shoulder. âyou are soâ!â
âsexy? handsome? amazing in bed? i know.â
you both laughed easing any tension or doubts between one another.
heeseung left you to finish your business in the bathroom and get dressed, as he got back dressed in the bedroom.
you felt guilty allowing him to take your virginityâhave sexâin his friendâs bed.
when you came out the bathroom you said, âshould we offer to wash his bed sheets?â
âdonât worry, heâll make me wash his sheets, cleanse his room, perform an exorcism.â
you both chuckled opening the door, jay leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, not a happy smile.
âi lock my door for a reason! youâre damn right youâll be washing my bedding AND performing that exorcism.â
poor jay.
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The Last Drop (1/?)
[ modern âą vampire âą Aemond x female ]
[ warnings: description of blood drinking and bleeding in general, sexual tension, angst, memories of murders of both humans and animals, descriptions of violence + a lot of sadness ]
[ description: Encouraged by the information that the town he has landed in is not known for having the most vigilant police in the world, he decides to go on a little hunting trip to finally quench his burning thirst. However, not everything goes according to plan. (A lot of sexual tension, grumpy, gloomy Aemond). ]
Yes, Ewan's recent photoshoot inspired me to return to the vampire theme, this time in a modern version. I liked my idea for the character and their dynamic so much that it won't be a oneshot, but a mini-series! The general idea is that vampires in my world no longer produce their own blood, so they must drink the blood of others: however, once it enters their veins, the blood they drink takes on their own taste and smell, which attracts victims like a lure.
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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The night was cool and crisp, the sharp air pleasantly filled his lungs. Even though he didn't actually need to, he breathed: it allowed him to remember that he was alive.
The centuries he had spent in perpetual, primitive thirst, starving himself, only to finally succumb again, wove together in his mind into chaos. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since his body had gone cold and no blood flowed through his veins.
Nor was it flowing through his heart, although he needed it.
That was why he had to eat.
He made frequent use of the blood that was stored in hospitals, as did others of his kind; nevertheless, to his disappointment and dismay, this was not enough for him.
No matter how many litres of blood he would drink from a plastic bag, he still felt a hunger that only passed when he sank his fangs into someone's neck.
He didn't understand why he couldn't stop himself â why, despite doing what he was supposed to do, he couldn't fool his nature.
At some point he just stopped trying.
He didn't kill, or at least he tried not to, however, his victims didn't show gratitude for his generosity â for fear that someone would recognise him, he kept changing his location, having several flats across the country.
Alys had told him about this town â she assured him that the police did not act too quickly here, and that it was easy and pleasant to eat in peace in the large, badly lit park. Indeed, when he arrived he found, walking the quiet streets at night, that the place had enough inhabitants to remain anonymous.
This was his chance.
Although he usually watched and followed his prey for long days, that night, as she passed him, he felt a hot, strange shiver and his heart, half-living, half-dead thumped harder in his chest. He turned behind her immediately and stopped, feeling a drop of cold sweat run down his back.
She was young.
Too young for his taste.
If he overreacted and lost control, she might not survive.
But she smelled so incredibly good.
He felt his fangs lengthen involuntarily, his jaw tense as he took a slow, heavy step behind her, into the depths of the park lit dimly by only a few night lanterns.
She was probably coming back from work from a night shift at some club or bar, because she had a rucksack slung over her shoulder â even though it was the beginning of winter, she was wearing only a jumper, scarf and trousers, her hair loose, their scent reaching his nostrils even though she was far ahead of him.
Fuck, I'm not going to make it, he thought, desperate, feeling his desire intensify for some reason â his senses sharpened and his hands clenched into fists as she turned into a dark side street, between the trees.
Now.
He found himself there within moments and froze, ready to attack, seeing the void in front of him â her scent was clear, but somehow she had vanished into thin air. He swallowed hard, biting his lower lip with some kind of feeling of regret and disappointment, looking around.
"Are you thirsty?" He heard a soft, calm voice behind himself and turned suddenly, feeling his heart leap to his throat with fear.
How could she be standing far behind him when she had just been in front of him?
What was that question supposed to mean?
He wanted to lunge at her, but hesitated as he saw her cock her head, pointing her hand back at her rucksack.
"I have a few bags full of blood in my backpack. I can give them to you if you need them. I have more at home." She continued, undaunted.
He felt his lips part involuntarily in disbelief when he noticed that, indeed, her face was pale, her hair unnaturally shiny and thick, her eyes sparkling with some unnatural gleam.
He was so thirsty that he did not notice that she resembled him.
She lowered her hand and blinked, seeing that he was still silent, looking at him with some kind of worry, as if he were a stray, hungry dog.
"What do you need?" She asked at last, and his gaze fled to her neck, to the blood of others that her heart had just pumped.
Blood that would have her own unique taste.
"Not here." She said, moving suddenly ahead, as if she had changed her mind. "Come with me."
He didn't know why, but he did as she said.
Usually it was the others who obeyed his orders, but now he didn't have the strength to stand up.
Perhaps he didn't even want to.
He was so terrified, intrigued and excited that he was breathing through his mouth.
It had been a long time since he had felt his own heartbeat so clearly.
He didn't know where she had got so much courage to let a stranger, much less a man like him, into her flat. To his surprise, it was cosy and colourful, full of flowers and plants, prints and posters, soft blankets and cushions in fancy patterns.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, not knowing what to do with himself, unable and unwilling now to just throw himself at her.
She pulled off her shoes and backpack, entering the living room without turning on the light, just as he seeing clearly in the dark â she sat down on the couch and held out her hand to him, a warm smile on her face that had a hint of comfort in it.
"Come here. It's okay. You've been brave." She said softly, as if praising a small child, her tone of voice filled with serenity and melacholy, as if she had known him for years.
He didn't know why he pulled off his shoes and coat, looking straight into her eyes, why, drawn by some unknown, mystical force, some strange warmth that filled his chest, he approached her.
He watched, breathing heavier and louder, as she lay on her back, still holding her hand outstretched towards him â he grasped her fingers uncertainly in his, thinking with some kind of tenderness that they were as cold as his own.
And yet, for some strange reason, though he was dead, it seemed as if life was still pulsing within her.
He was ashamed to admit to himself that he felt not only desire at the thought, but arousal as he lay down beside her, smelling her scent more and more clearly with every movement.
There was something intimate about the way she looked straight into his eyes without fear, the way her fingers combed slowly through his short hair, the way they were both silent for a moment, just breathing.
"â it's okay â" She repeated in a whisper, running her knuckles over his cheek, making him feel a squeeze in his throat for some reason.
He was moved.
When was the last time he'd been close to someone in this way?
He moved closer to her, feeling a wonderful shiver of excitement and anticipation run along his back as he leaned over her neck â his lips, swollen with desire, ran tentatively over her soft skin.
He heard her quiet sigh, her hands clenched on his body as he slid his slick tongue out, trailing the tip of it over the crook of her neck. He felt his erection pulsate, pushing against her thigh as he opened his mouth wider and his fangs slowly sank into the delicate structure of her flesh.
The fact that she was a stranger to him, unlike Alys, whom he had known for years, made him, for some reason, not dare to be aggressive â even though he could certainly hurt her if he wanted to, he decided to show his gratitude for her understanding and be polite.
There was something pleasurable about being able to focus only on the taste of her blood as it spilled over his palate â because of the way it circulated inside her body, it was warm, though not like that of a normal human being. He didn't mind, because it was a strangely refreshing taste, while at the same time providing him with a feeling of comfort â he thought the last time he felt like this was probably when he was an infant, drinking his mother's milk.
Safety.
He took one sip, then a second, and a third, one hand holding under her back, the other trailing slowly over the skin of her neck and jaw, for some reason wanting to feel her this way â her flesh grew warmer from the gentle rubbing of his fingers.
There was something in her blood that gave him the conviction of her kindness, and he was surprised by this discovery â he felt his heart begin to beat more slowly again, and his muscles, all sore a moment before, relaxed.
He wondered if she felt that he was completely hard.
When he pulled away from her, he closed his eyes and just nestled his face against her chest, tucking his head under her chin. He swallowed hard as she placed a soft, warm kiss on his hair, stroking reassuringly his cheek and back with her hand â he knew their closeness was just an imitation of what they both desired and needed, but he was too desperate to deny himself that.
He would never have asked for it out loud, but for some reason he craved what she offered him.
He wanted to hide.
He didn't need to sleep to survive, but he liked to rest that way, even more so when he was tired and relaxed. That girl, whoever she was, didn't try to escape his embrace, which gave him the feeling that she wouldn't do anything they both might regret.
When he woke up, he could see through the thick, bright curtains that the sun was already high in the sky â he murmured, snuggled with his face into her cheek, not having the strength or desire to move.
Now, in the light, he could look at her clearly.
She had been transformed when she was no more than twenty years old â of that he was certain. Her behaviour and appearance, in his mind, indicated that this sudden, frightening change in her life was recent: fifteen years ago at most, maybe less.
He swallowed quietly and stood up, deciding there was no point in prolonging it â the girl turned towards him and rubbed her eyelids, sleepily.
"Are you leaving already? Wait until sunset." She muttered.
He froze and cursed in his spirit, glancing at the window.
If it had been cloudy he would have survived somehow, but in full sun the burns was the least he could hope for.
She stood up, apparently seeing what he was thinking about, and moved lazily towards the kitchen, massaging the back of her neck.
There were no more marks from his bite, but her neck was all dirty with blood.
She reached for a plastic cup with a straw that looked like an old Coca-Cola packet and began to drink from it, slurping loudly. She raised an eyebrow when she saw that he was staring at her without saying a word.
"What? You made me thirsty." She explained, however, without a hint of resentment or regret, looking into her fridge, filled from top to bottom with plastic bags filled with blood.
"If you want, I can make blood tart or jelly. Or soup. So you won't be hungry again." She said, still continuing the activity of drinking through a straw from a plastic cup.
"What?" It popped out of his mouth, probably because he didn't understand what he had just heard.
"You know, food. I miss it sometimes. Mixing it with blood makes it nourishing, tasty and more interesting than blood itself. It's good with ice as a drink. I once put it in a soda maker to make bubbles inside, but the experiment failed." She said with a sincere sadness that made him just hide his face in his hands.
Was she serious?
"Sit down. I'll make us some jellies. Blood and raspberry. Yummy." She decided on her own, apparently completely not needing his opinion on the matter.
Indeed, he decided that he couldn't leave as long as the sun was shining so hard, so he sat down, watching in disbelief as she pulled out the gelatine, bowl, blood, raspberries and a few other things she apparently needed to create whatever she had in mind.
Looking at her with pity, he stated with a kind of melancholy that it had been a long time since he had watched a woman cook â the last time was when he had seen his mother as she was baking a cake, his favourite one: yeast with plums.
He felt a sting in his heart at the thought that he could still recreate the taste of it in his head.
"Do you live here? In this town, I mean." Her curious voice snapped him out of his reverie.
He looked at her, or rather at her back, watching as she stirred the steaming liquid in a small saucepan.
His thumb began to pick at the cuticles around his fingernails as his whole body screamed for him to do what was better for him, which was to lie.
"Yes. Since recently." He replied.
"Oh, I see â I've been living here for four years now. I'll probably have to move out soon. For now, they think my unchanging appearance is due to good genes." She said softly, pouring the contents of the saucepan into two ice cream goblets.
God, she really does make fucking blood jelly.
He blinked and looked at her, hearing the silence around them, recognising that he should answer something after all.
"Thank you. For yesterday. For your understanding." He said finally, his thumb digging into his skin too hard, creating a small, red wound along his fingernail.
Blood.
He saw her flinch and look over her shoulder â her eyes were big, as if she was surprised by something, her lips parted slightly, as if she felt arousal.
"â oh â do you want a plaster? â" She muttered, turning back â he noticed that her hands were shaking as she set the cups down in the fridge.
He lifted his finger to his lips and licked the bright red, sticky liquid from it.
"â no need â"
He saw her reach for her plastic cup, her eyes closed as she drew a few deep, greedy sips from the straw.
His manhood twitched in his trousers with delight at the thought that she craved his blood.
He swallowed hard when she came to him close enough that he could smell her clearly again â the psychological advantage he thought he had gained over her dissolved into thin air when he realised he wasn't driven by desperation then.
She smelled so good.
She tasted so good.
Maybe he could stay with her longer?
"Maybe we could be friends?" She asked.
He looked at her, feeling that his eyes were wide open in disbelief. Seeing that he had opened his mouth to answer something, she continued quickly, as if she feared she knew what he would answer.
"I have no one here. I don't trust myself enough to spend time alone with other people. I'm afraid of hurting them. But with you, I don't have to be afraid. You're new here too, so... I want you to know that you can count on me in times of need." She said quickly, stammering a few times, as if she was ashamed of her own words.
Was that why she had brought him to her home?
Because she was lonely?
"I don't know." He muttered, this time answering honestly.
"Okay. I just wanted you to know that the door to my house would be open for you."
After all, you don't know me completely, he thought.
You don't know if I didn't kill someone yesterday, if I won't hurt you, rob you, destroy your life out of boredom, for fun.
"How can you be so naive?"
He wasn't sure if he'd really said the question or if he'd only heard it in his head, but her expression told him that the words had left his mouth after all.
"You think so?" She muttered, heartbroken, as if his opinion meant something to her.
Why?
"I was thirsty and you allowed me to satisfy my hunger. You invited a strange man into your home. I could have raped you, I could have killed you. I still can." He snorted with a wide grin, looking at her in disbelief.
He saw her swallow hard, something moist shining in the corners of her big eyes.
"Maybe that's what I wanted. Maybe that's what I hoped for."
He felt a twinge in his stomach at her words, serious and filled with regret.
What were they really talking about now?
Was she hoping he would kill her?
"What do you mean?" He asked, running his fingers over the soft material that covered the armchair he was sitting on.
I can end your torment if you want me to and drink your blood to the last drop.
"I am alone. I can't talk to my parents or the friends I had before IâŠ" She mumbled and drew in air loudly, apparently trying not to cry.
He was wrong.
It probably hadn't even been ten years since she'd been transformed.
How was it possible that she was doing so well?
Young vampires were usually feral and hungry, seeking pleasure in orgies full of blood. She, meanwhile, lived in her small flat like some kind of hermitage and worked as if nothing had happened.
That's why she cooked food, that's why she dressed the way she did, that's why she decorated her flat according to contemporary fashion.
She didn't want to let go of her old life.
"I'm sorry." He said and once again, he was honest. "In truth, I admire your self-control."
"I killed my dog. My best friend. A labrador with big, brown eyes." She mumbled out, fiddling with her fingers, whooping with the tears that began to run down her face one by one.
She had no one to tell about this, so she treated meeting him like a confession.
"I see. Then you ran away from home?" He asked calmly, for some reason feeling towards her words nothing but understanding.
His father's numb body lying on the floor beneath him, his loud panting when he finally regained his composure â he could see perfectly his lifeless eyes open in horror, his mouth spread wide, his throat ripped apart as if it had been torn by an animal.
He loved him, but he never noticed him.
He showed him no support when his eye was taken away, instead comforting his daughter from his first marriage.
Why was it always her and never him?
"Yes." She muttered wearily, her breathing deep and laboured, full of suffering.
"Do they know what happened to you? Where are you now?" He asked further, and she shook her head.
"Good. You did the right thing." He stated.
He raised his hands slightly in the air, surprised, as she sat on his lap and snuggled into him, embracing him around the waist.
She was sobbing like a little child, and in a way she probably was one â torn away from her family and what was familiar to her, she was wandering around the world alone and aimless, filled only with longing and grief.
He struggled to accept the thought that he understood her all too well.
He shuddered when he felt her warm, heavy breath on his neck â his hand ran over her back reassuringly, giving her wordless permission to take what she needed.
Comfort.
He'd only let Alys drink his blood so far, but for some reason he couldn't and didn't want to refuse her â he closed his eyes and sighed, tilting his head back as he felt her fangs slowly dig into his skin with surprising gentleness.
He heard something that sounded to him like a grunt of pleasure when she swallowed a loud gulp of his blood â his lips parted as her hips rolled forward, brushing it against his half-hard erection.
His fingers clenched on her flesh as he involuntarily reciprocated the movement, reaching out to meet her â they both began to breathe louder, as if surprised that they were taking pleasure in two forms of intimacy at the same time.
Their bodies rubbed against each other in calm, gentle harmony, his nose sunk into her soft hair, which he combed with his fingers, the sound of her swallowing arousing him more and more with each passing second.
She needed him.
He wanted to be needed.
He always had.
When she finally pulled away from his neck she pressed her cheek against his chest, exactly as he did then, and took a deep breath, as if she had accomplished some great achievement by not drinking his blood to the last drop.
"âŠshall we eat our jellies?"
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how about a seungmin drabble? something dirty and sweet? plz đ
This is an ask that I'm including with a comment that requested a Seungmin one-shot. The more specific request was for a "best friend's brother" type story. I hope you and @miniversed enjoy it!
a/n: a semi-sweet drabble. i'm working on keeping things short because I really started writing the entire backstory for these two lol but i've narrowed it down to this one scene! this has not been edited, take it easy on me.
warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) - 18+ ONLY
word count: 2,362
Youâre seated on the vanity counter with Seungmin between your legs. You donât know how you got here, but a voice in the back of your head is screaming that you shouldnât have accepted the invitation to come see him performâespecially without your best friend.
You part your lips as his tongue invades your mouth, satiating the desire thatâs been growing in you for fourteen years. Youâve fantasized about this moment countless times and now that itâs finally happening, you want nothing more than to give in to the moment.
But you know this isnât right. You shouldnât be doing this.
You shouldnât have come to this room with him.
You tangle your hands in his short, dark hair, leaning back as he starts kissing down your neck.
This is your best friendâs brother for crying out loud. What would she think? What would she say?
âWait, wait, Seungmin,â you tug on the strands of his hair to pull him away from you. You should probably shut your eyes while you say this. You canât look at his faceâhis perfect fucking face. Youâve been drooling over his face even more than usual since he cut his bangs and added that slit in his eyebrow. You turn your head away from him, shaking it, âWe canât.â
âWhy not?â He softly pushes your hands away from his hair and resumes kissing your neck.
âNoâwait, wait,â you say again. âWhat about your sister?â
âWhat about her?â He pulls back from you, his face scrunched up. âI donât want to think about her right now.â
âWell, I canât not think about herâsheâs my best friend. I donât know if she would forgive me for this.â
âShe doesnât have to know,â he shrugs.
âSeungmin,â you plead softly. âYou have no idea how badly I want this. How long Iâve wanted this.â
âHow long?â he asks, resting his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs apart. He doesnât wait for your response before asking a follow up question. âDo you know how long Iâve wanted it?â
Your eyes open wide. You watch as his finger inches higherup your thighs, slipping beneath your skirt. You shake your head again.
âYou remember that summer vacation you took with us to Jeju?â he asks softly.
Of course, you remember that trip. You were sixteen. He was seventeen. You were nervous to go out on the beach in your bathing suitâyour first time wearing one since your body had fully developed. You were afraid what people might think or say, but Seungmin smiled when he saw you and all your worries were flushed down the drain.
âIâd never seen you like that before,â he says. âYou want to know what I did that night?â
Your eyes are locked on his arms on your thighs, his hands have now fully disappeared beneath your skirt. You feel his fingers rubbing along the edges of your underwear.
âI stroked my cock while thinking of you, y/n,â he admits.
âSeungmin,â you whisper. You place your hands on his chest to keep his mouth from coming back to yours.
He uses one finger to pull your underwear towards him.
âDo you want me to stop?â
You look around the empty dressing room, eyes keying in on the door to make sure itâs locked. You donât want any of the other members or staff to come in and see you like this. This secret canât get out. It could ruin everything.
âNo, I donât,â you tell him. âBut that doesnât mean we should keep going.â
He slips his other hand between the opening he created in your underwear, sliding a finger up and down your slit causing you to gasp, then moan. Your hands slide up to the back of his neck, clasping together.
He takes the opportunity to lean forward again and reclaim your mouth. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter. He tastes of adrenaline and betrayal. He keeps leaning forward, forcing you back against the mirror as he kisses you, his finger still sliding along your slit.
âWe could stop,â he says, breaking the kiss momentarily. âIf we keep going, though, I promise you Iâll never say a word.â
You weigh your options as his finger keeps teasing your pussy. You pull him to you to kiss him againâa bad decision. Youâre ready to throw caution to the wind so long as heâs touching you like this.
This is the boy youâve had a crush on since he walked you home in second grade and it hasnât faded. As much as you willed it to. This is the boy who came to your rescue in the middle of the night when you started your period and his sister was asleepâhe found pads for you and provided a change of clothes since youâd ruined your own.
This is the boy you cooked countless meals for when you would stay the night, and he returned from practice at 12:00am. When everyone else was asleep and he wanted a hot, fresh meal, you were there to serve him. This is the boy whose compliments on your cooking encouraged you to pursue culinary school. This is the boy who brought his entire group to the restaurant you work at and ensured them it would be the best meal of their life.
This is the boy you canât get enough of. You have to have him. Even if itâs just once. Even if it has to be a secret. Even if it can never happen again.
You slide your hands down and push back on his chest once more. You hold your fist out in front of him, pinky raised. This is so wrong.
âPromise?â you ask.
He hooks his pinky through yours with a crooked grin, âPromise.â
He lowers your intertwined pinkies until your hand is at the waistband of his pants and as you fumble with the button, his lips crash against yours.
So many thoughts are racing through your headâis this really okay? Will his sister ever find out? Will you be able to live with this secret?
But then, heâs pulling your underwear down and, quite frankly, you couldnât give two shits. Thatâs for the you of tomorrow to worry about. Tonight you get to have him. Fucking finally.
You successfully unbutton and unzip his pants, and he steps back to pull your underwear completely off. You relax against the cold mirror, watching as he removes the sweatshirt heâs wearing and when his bare torso comes into view, you know youâve made the right decision for yourself.
You have to experience this. Even if itâs just once. You have to get him out of your system and lay this crush to rest.
He pushes his pants and boxers down as he steps back towards you, freeing his cock. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and he chuckles in response. You wiggle around on the desk, lifting your skirt up higher and scooting to the edge.
He grabs you by the waist with one hand, and spits in the other before sliding it against your pussy. He grips the base of his cock and lines himself up at your opening.
You lock your hands together behind his neck, biting your lip and holding your breath for whatâs to come. His lips are back on yours as he slowly eases his cock inside. You moan into his mouth as he buries himself in you, partially in shock that this is really happening and not another dream.
He places his other hand on your waist and moves you closer to the edge of the vanity counter as he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.
You squeeze your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling. You rock your hips back against his. He groans and breaks the kiss, pulling back to watch his cock at work.
âYouâre so wet for me, y/n,â he says.
You moan and nod.
âHow long?â he asks.
Youâre so focused on fucking him back it takes you a moment to realize heâs even asked you a question.
âToo long,â you breathe.
âAnd is it as good as you imagined?â A coy smile is on his lips.
âBetter,â you reply without hesitation.
He suddenly withdraws from you, but before you can panic that youâve said the wrong thing, he drops to his knees. He hooks his arms under thighs, hands reaching over them to spread your pussy apart. He presses a long, hard lick up your slit and you just about collapse.
Your brain cannot comprehend. Seungmin is on his knees. Licking your pussy.
âMmmm,â he moans between licks, âwe taste good together.â
You fall back against the mirror with a heavy, satisfied sigh.
Why would he say that? How can you live knowing his lips have uttered such a phrase. How can you look him in the eyes the next time youâre with him and his family, and your best friend, knowing heâs said that?
Maybe this wasnât such a good idea.
And then, his fingers are inside you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. And it doesnât fucking matter. Youâll figure it out.
âSeungmin,â you pant.
He doesnât stop his actions, but he looks up at you with those deep, brown eyes and your heart all but explodes at the sight. His face, buried between your thighs, eyes locked on you and only you as he fucks you with his fingers; his mouth working wonders on your clit.
âCan youâplease,â you try to get a sentence out but your head falls back against the mirror with a thud, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your hips thrust against his fingers and mouth of their own accord and your arch your back.
âFuck, yes,â he pauses sucking your clit to say, âGive it to me, y/n.â
And how could you not?
You grit your teeth to keep from alerting the entire backstage crew of your activities. You place your feet on the counter, gripping your hands in his hair and pushing your hips against his face as you come.
His fingers and mouth donât stop until youâve finished trembling. You collapse against the counter with a sigh as he stands, his mouth smiling and glistening with your juices. Holy fuck, you canât believe your eyes.
Even in your weakened state, you still want to taste him. You use all your remaining energy to sit up and reach for his cock.
âNext time,â he says pushing your hand aside as he pulls you down from the counter.
You stare back at him, blinking. Dumbfounded.
You never intended for this to happen in the first place. Now heâs insinuating there will be a next time? You donât know if you can handle it. But you do know that it shouldnât happen.
He kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. And heâs rightâyou do taste good together. Itâs a shame. Â
He turns you around, forcing you down with a hand on your back until your torso is pressed against the counter. He pushes your skirt up higher, exposing your ass. He palms one cheek as he lines himself up at your entrance again. You glance at him over your shoulder, watching as he eases himself into you and let out a sigh when heâs all the way in.
It truly feels better than you could have ever imagined. Is it because this feels taboo? Is it because having his cock inside you feels like everything you could ever want or need?
You wiggle your ass back against him and turn your head to face the mirror. You watch his reflection as he slowly withdraws, then slams himself back into you. You both moan as he repeats the process, gripping your hips to pull you to him with even more force.
You lay your palms flat against the counter, bending your knees slightly to bounce back against him.
âY/n,â he groans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected, âI never thoughtâoh, fuck!â
You fuck him back as he loses his train of thought and smacks your ass. He bares his teeth, breathing heavily as he rams into you.
This is so wrong, and you both know it. There may be consequences to pay, but it will be worth it.
âIâm gonna come,â he warns you.
You lock eyes with him through the mirror and give a subtle nod. His fingers dig into your waist, and he pulls you back against him with all the strength in him as he comes.
His thrusts slow down as he spills into you. You rest your head against the counter to hide your smile, satisfied with each groan that falls from his lips.
When heâs done, he fully withdraws his cock and takes a step back to admire his handiwork.
âDonât move,â he says, pulling his pants back up. He then digs inside his back pocket and retrieves his phone.
âSeungmin,â you protest and start to stand.
He lowers you back against the counter and presses his jeaned thighs against your bare ass. He angles his phone above you and snaps a picture.
âI need something to get me through this tour,â he tells you.
Youâre not sure what to make of that, but it feels like a compliment.
He puts his phone back into his pocket and palms your ass again, making you moan. He steps away and picks up your underwear from the ground, tucking them into his front pocket. He reaches over you for the tissue on the counter and finally wipes you clean.
âYou should come out with us tonight to celebrate the start of the tour,â he says, tossing the tissue into the trash.
âI should probably go home and shower,â you say, standing up and turning to face him.
âNot yet,â he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you to him. âI want you to walk around with us on you for a while.â
You look up at him and take a deep breath. What have you gotten yourself in to?
a/n: how was that? did my best to keep it short and to the point! hehe this was fun! once again, asks are open for one-shots!
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á°á© Confessions á°á©
Plot: Gianna (OC) has been split from her ex for two years now. He drops their daughter off from visits with him every weekend, but this one ends a bit differently.
Warning: Talks of smut & hefty flirting!
"Mommy!" my daughter calls out excitedly, hopping out of my ex Joshua's car as soon as he parks.
I crouch down and she runs straight into my arms, to which I respond with a tight hug.
"Hi baby!" I reply excitedly, before kissing her cheek. "How was your time with daddy?"
"It was so much fun!" she replies, looking up at me. "We baked cookies and watched all the Barbie movies."
I chuckle and look up at him, still responding to her. "Sounds like you guys had a blast. I'm sorry I missed it."
He responds with a soft smile on his face - the same gorgeous smile I fell in love with all those years ago.
For context, Josh and I were together for 6 years and have been seperated for 2.
We started dating at the ages of 19 and 23, so naturally, some stupid decisions were made - one of which, lead to our daughter Jalina.
As big of a mistake as it was at the time, becoming a mom has changed my life for the better.
And my love for her somehow grows more and more every day.
She has all of her dad's features: his curly dark hair, big chocolate brown eyes, perfectly round nose, full lips that turn into a gorgeous smile, and even the exact caramel-like shade of his Samoan skin.
As for why we split in the first place, it was mainly because of the distance.
As the years of our relationship rolled on, Josh was getting more and more involved with WWE, and the traveling and time spent away was no joke.
From live shows, to weekly matches, and even occasional PPVs outside of the country, we barely got to see each other.
Which of course, caused us to drift apart and make the mutual decision of parting ways.
Unfortunately, our daughter had already been 4 by that time, so the breakup not only confused her, but hit her hard.
Just to be clear, the attraction is still in full effect, at least over here.
Josh is still very much the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on, and his subtle ways of flirting with me to this day have lead me to believe he feels the same.
Anyway, fast forward to now, Jalina is 6 years old and spends time with both of her parents separately.
Her home is here with me in Savannah, but when Josh is off from work, she goes and visits with him in Atlanta.
"It's okay mom," Jalina replies, setting her backpack down onto the floor in the doorway. "I brought home some cookies for you."
She pulls out and hands me a tupperware container filled to the brim with cookies, sprinkled with pink sugar crystals.
I smile and kiss her temple. "That's very sweet of you, baby. Thank you."
She smiles and zips her backpack up again, throwing one of the straps over her shoulder.
"LiLi why don't you head upstairs and unpack," Josh suggests, stroking her hair gently.
"Okay daddy," she replies, wrapping her arms around his waist.
I smile as they share a quick hug and kiss before she runs inside and upstairs.Â
The jingle of the key chains on her backpack zippers gets quieter and quieter, causing me to stand up and brush off my biker shorts.
"You hungry?" I ask, breaking the comfortable silence. "I was in the middle of making dinner when you guys arrived.â
Josh gives me a soft smile. "What kind of man would I be if I turned down your cooking?"
I smile, playfully roll my eyes, and walk back into the house, inviting him to follow me.
He does, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on a stool at the island.
"So," he begins again, watching me as I transfer the cookies into a Ziplock bag. "How's everything been?"
I shrug, sliding the zipper across the top. "Quiet, thank God. How's work?"
He tilts his head, nodding. "Busy as usual. You been keeping up with the shows?"
"Haven't I always?" I tease, setting the cookies to the side and turning around to open the fridge and grab some ingredients for a side salad to go with dinner.
I hear him chuckle from behind me. "Aight fair enough. I appreciate your support though forreal."
On my way over to the sink to wash some vegetables, I can practically feel his gaze on my ass.
I grab a cutting board and knife, and head back over to the island counter.
"No worries," I finally reply, cutting off the ends of a cucumber. "Half the time Jalina is the one to turn on the channels to watch her daddy, so it's not like I have much of a choice."
"Gee thanks," he replies sarcastically, causing me to giggle.
Comfortable silence falls over the room again, as the faint sound of our daughter playing with her dolls upstairs echoes throughout the house.
"Can I help with anything?" he asks, as I turn back to the stove to stir the pasta.
I think for a minute. "You can set the table if you'd like."
"Cool," he replies, the sound of his footsteps getting closer.
His hand lightly grazes against my hip, as he reaches up to open the cabinet and grab three dishes.
And, as if nothing has changed, I automatically get goosebumps in reaction to the feeling of his soft fingertips against my body.
"You cold?" he asks, walking past me smirking.
This mother fucker.
"Boy shut up," I reply, taking the pot off the heat and over to the sink to strain the pasta water.
He chuckles and heads over to me once the table is all set.
"I know you missed me," he teases, hugging me from behind.
"Don't flatter yourself," I lie, shaking the strainer to get all of the excess water out. "And our daughter is just upstairs. Don't act like an idiot please."
"You're acting like she wouldn't love to have her parents back together," he mumbles, his hot breath against my ear. "And besides, you ain't pushed me away yet."
He got me there.
"Whatever," I mutter, heading back over to the stove and pouring the pasta into my homemade Alfredo sauce.
He comes up from behind me again, his big hands stroking my sides, and somehow leaving even more goosebumps behind.
"Good comeback," he mumbles, and starts kissing my neck.
I bite my lower lip gently and tilt my head back, laying it against his chest to give him more access. "Joshua..."
"Feels good, huh?" he coos sexily against my jawline. "Daddy could never forget your favorite spots."
Once the pasta and sauce are fully combined, I turn towards him and fold my arms. "Josh, we've been apart for well over 2 years. What makes you think I'd still call you daddy?"
I mean, of course I would.
But this explanation should be interesting.
He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek and his dreamy eyes staring deep into mine.
"I remember all those late nights," he begins, caressing my ass with his free hand. "When this ass was all mine. I loved seeing it arched in the air while I fucked you from behind. My favorite was when I'd shove my face in it to swallow that pussy whole. All you said was 'daddy please' this and 'yes daddy' that. You miss that just as much as I do, huh baby?"
With every dirty memory that leaves his dreamy lips, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
God, the things this man does to me.
"More than anything," I reply, my voice just above a whisper. "But I don't miss being apart from you all the time. We'd have sex just like you said, and then I wouldn't see you for a week, sometimes two. I felt so alone. So used."
His eyes sadden, as his thumb starts to stroke my cheek again. "We were so young, baby. But we're grown now. We know better and we can make it work. I'm willing to try again, if you are."
I let out a deep sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls. "I don't know."
"Say yes mama," he practically begs, his thumb now grazing my bottom lip. "I've been missing you so much. I'd give anything to have your beautiful self belong to me again. For our daughter to have her mommy and daddy back together again. To come home after a long day and fall asleep with this gorgeous body in my arms again. I love you baby. Just say the words and I'll be your Jey-Daddy again."
Jey-Daddy.
A nickname I gave him the first time we ever had sex.
So many unwanted memories, but so many good ones too.
I take a deep breath before standing on my tippy toes and pressing my lips to his.
I don't know why I'm doing this instead of responding, but it feels so good.
Better than words anyway.
He automatically responds, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, making the kiss slow and passionate.
Our lips and tongues move perfectly in sync as he lightly grips my neck.
When we finally pull away, he looks into my eyes again. "So is that a yes?"
I lick my lips and give him a soft smile. "Yeet."
He smiles back and pecks my lips then left cheek before pulling me into a hug.
I hug back, resting my head against his chest and inhaling his delicious cocoa butter scent.
"My beautiful lady," he coos, resting his chin on my head. "I love you."
"I love you too," I reply, rubbing his back. "I never stopped."
He kisses my temple and rocks us back and forth.
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The light snores coming from Jalina and Josh fill the room as the credits to "Cinderella III: A Twist in Time" roll on the living room TV.
I press the power button on the remote and look over at the two loves of my life.
Could I be any more lucky?
I pick Jalina up and off of Josh, making sure to be extra careful so that I don't wake either of them up.
She stirs in her sleep but wraps her arms around my neck, causing me to smile softly.
I carry her upstairs and lay her in her bed, lifting the blankets onto her body and making sure to tuck her in extra comfortably.
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before quietly leaving her bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
I head back downstairs and find Josh still asleep on the couch.
I chuckle quietly at the sound of his loud snores and kneel onto the cushion next to him.
I gently cup his face and stroke his cheek, to which he responds with his eyes fluttering open and a soft smile when he sees me. "Hi baby."
"Hi sleepyhead," I tease, running my fingers through his curls. "I brought Jalina up to bed. You guys were knocked out by the time the movie ended."
He chuckles in response and rubs his eyes while stretching.
"I didn't wanna wake you," I continue. "But I know you have to be somewhere tomorrow and the couch might not be the most comfortable."
He smiles again, and strokes my cheek. "You're an angel, baby. Thank you."
We share a quick kiss before I take his hand and lead us upstairs to bed.
Once we're all cozy under the covers, we just kinda lay there, staring into each other's eyes.
"What?" I ask shyly, blushing like a maniac.
One thing about this man: he's always gonna make me blush regardless of the 6 years we spent together.
He chuckles and removes a curl from my face. "You're so pretty, baby."
"Thank you," I reply looking down, my face hot to the touch.
He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes.
"I'm so happy you're mine again." *Kiss* "You're everything." *Kiss* "I love you so much, baby. And I will for as long as you'll let me." *One final kiss*
I kiss back each time and bite my bottom lip after the last one before speaking up. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
We share a smile as I wrap my arms around him.
He rubs my lower back and buries his head into my neck, giving me a ton of kisses there too.
When we finally pull away, he puckers his lips and I giggle before accepting his offer, pressing mine to his once more.
Soon enough, we drift off to sleep in each other's arms.
Lord, thank you for bringing the man of my dreams back into my life.
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Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Warnings:Â Possessiveness, Jealousy, fighting
Summary: When Rafe sees you hanging out with a specific pouge he gets possessive.
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Rafe Cameron prided himself on being indifferent, above emotions like jealousy or insecurity. Yet, watching you laugh with JJ Maybank on the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon made his chest tighten uncomfortably.
You werenât supposed to be here, with him, with them. You were his. Or at least, you had beenâuntil recently.
Rafe leaned against the railing of the Cameron dock, his jaw tight and his beer forgotten in his hand. Your smile lit up the gathering, and every time JJ leaned closer to whisper something in your ear, Rafe's grip on the bottle tightened. âYou look like youâre about to snap that bottle in half,â Topper said, strolling up beside him. âShut up,â Rafe muttered, his eyes never leaving you. Topper followed his gaze and smirked. âOh, I see. Pogue girl hanging out with Maybank. Thatâs gotta sting.â
âIt doesnât sting,â Rafe snapped, but the heat in his voice betrayed him. Youâd been spending more time with JJ lately, and for good reason. Rafeâs behavior had grown increasingly erratic, his moods swinging like a pendulum. One moment, he was sweet and attentive, the next, cold and distant. JJ, on the other hand, was a constant source of light. Tonight was no different.
JJ had dragged you to the beach with the rest of the Pogues, promising a carefree evening. âYou need to relax,â heâd said, flashing you one of his trademark grins. âForget about the Camerons for a while.â You hadnât expected Rafe to show up, but of course, he had. He couldnât resist inserting himself wherever you were, especially when JJ was involved. Rafe couldnât take it anymore. Watching JJ sling an arm around your shoulders was the final straw. He slammed the beer down on the railing and stalked toward the firepit where you were sitting. JJ noticed him first, his grin fading as Rafe approached. âWell, if it isnât Mr. Cameron,â JJ drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. âMaybank,â Rafe said curtly, barely sparing him a glance. His eyes were locked on you. âWe need to talk.â You looked up at him, your smile faltering. âRafe, what are you doing here?â
âFunny, I was about to ask you the same thing,â he shot back. âDidnât realize youâd switched sides.â JJ stood up, stepping between you and Rafe. âBack off, man. She doesnât owe you an explanation.â
âStay out of this,â Rafe growled, his hands curling into fists. âThis has nothing to do with you.â
âIt does when youâre acting like a psycho,â JJ countered, his posture tense. âEnough!â you said, standing up and stepping between them. âBoth of you, stop.â You turned to Rafe, your eyes blazing. âWhat do you want?â
âWhat do I want?â Rafe repeated, his voice rising. âI want to know why youâve been ignoring me for him.â He jabbed a finger in JJâs direction. âMaybe because youâve been impossible lately,â you shot back. âYou push me away, and then you act like this when I try to have a life outside of you.â Rafeâs expression darkened, his jealousy morphing into something sharper. âYou think heâs better than me?â he demanded. âIs that it?â
âThis isnât about JJ!â you said, exasperated. âThis is about you and how you canât handle me being around anyone else.â JJ scoffed. âYeah, because heâs a control freak.â
Rafeâs fist shot out before anyone could react, connecting with JJâs jaw. JJ stumbled back but quickly recovered, tackling Rafe to the sand. âStop it!â you yelled, trying to pull them apart. âRafe, JJ, stop!â It took John B and Pope jumping in to separate them. Rafeâs chest heaved as he glared at JJ, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. âYouâre pathetic, Cameron,â JJ said, wiping his own bleeding lip. âNo wonder sheâs done with you.â Rafe lunged, but you stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. âRafe, enough.â He froze at your touch, his anger flickering into something elseâsomething vulnerable. You dragged Rafe away from the group, ignoring their protests. He followed you silently, his head hung low like a scolded child.
When you were far enough from the firepit, you rounded on him. âWhat the hell was that?â
âIââ He faltered, running a hand through his messy hair. âI donât know. I just...I saw you with him, and I lost it.â
âThatâs not an excuse,â you snapped. âYou canât just hit people because youâre jealous.â
âI know,â he admitted, his voice breaking. âI know I screwed up. I justâGod, I canât stand seeing you with him. It drives me crazy.â You crossed your arms, your frustration warring with the ache in your chest. âRafe, you canât keep doing this. You canât keep pushing me away and then losing your mind when Iâm with someone else.â
âIâm scared,â he blurted out, his blue eyes wide and desperate. âIâm scared of losing you.â The admission caught you off guard. âRafeâŠâ
âI know Iâve been a mess,â he continued, his voice trembling. âI know I donât deserve you. But IâI love you, okay? I love you, and itâs killing me to think Iâve ruined this.â Your heart twisted at his words. Despite everything, you couldnât deny the pull you felt toward him, the way he could get under your skin like no one else. âYou donât get to love me like this,â you said quietly. âNot if it means trying to control me or acting like Iâm your possession.â
âI donât want to control you,â he said, stepping closer. âI just want you to need me as much as I need you.â You looked up at him, your resolve wavering. âRafe, I need you to prove that you can handle this. That you can handle me having friends, even if theyâre Pogues.â
âIâll try,â he said earnestly. âIâll do whatever it takes. Just...donât give up on me.â You sighed, your anger softening. âRafe, I care about you. But this has to change.â He nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. âIâll change,â he promised. âFor you, Iâll change.â As much as you wanted to believe him, only time would tell if he could keep that promise. For now, though, you let him pull you into his arms, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the salty night air.
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 92 (Conrad's First Love)
cw: Conrad getting pretty spicy đ¶ïžđ¶ïžđ¶ïž and not with Heather; references to human and drug trafficking (not depicted).
Follows the events of this post.
As she passed him to put away her gloves, a stunning redhead at Pappy Murphy's Boxing Gym caught Conrad's eye. Though he'd been deep in another bout of anger and self-pity over the death of his mother years earlier, he stopped his workout. Every inch of his being compelled him to talk to her.
She turned with a smile before he could stammer a single word. "Hi, handsome. Did you want a better look?"
He nervously introduced himself and she told him her name. "Ximena." The word floated from her lips like a song. He was instantly smitten.
"Ximena, could I buy you a drink?"
They spent the day in a local pub. He told her everything about his mother's death and his distance from his father in the years since. She listened, but she had a lot less to say about herself. "I live here with my brother. I'm a student, and I'm the only caretaker he has. Our parents aren't around anymore, and it's been just Rafa and me for years."
He could hear an accent when she spoke, and most people in Britechester weren't locals, so he made an assumption. "How long since you moved from Selvadorada?"
Surprised by his guess, she turned defensive. "I don't talk about Selva."
He liked her too much to press and push her away, so they spent the rest of the day flirting and discussing their interests until Ximena invited him back to her place. "You make me laugh, Conrad Gordon. My brother's still at school and I want to get to know you better without all this noise. I hate the music they play in here."
Once Conrad followed her out of the bar and back to the small home she shared with her kid brother, Rafa, he started following her everywhere.
He lost his virginity to her a week after they met. That night, she told him why she left Selvadorada.
"I was going to die or they were going to kill me. I wouldn't let them sell me to anyone anymore, so I made a plan and left with my brother in the middle of the night to come here."
She showed him the scars left by the cartel, and a resolve to keep her safe coloured his already steadfast affection. He let her cut his hair when she said she wanted to show him how freeing it felt to change his look. "It's nice not to recognize the person in the mirror, sometimes," she said.
She told him she was a student, often meeting him at Larry's Lagoon to study but usually distracting him into other activities. One afternoon, she introduced him to an old friend, Jimmy Stefano. "Can you help him out around campus? You're in the same major."
Something about Jimmy Stefano rubbed Conrad the wrong way, but he assumed it was jealousy. Despite this, he would already do anything for Ximena and agreed to take Jimmy under his wing.
He called his father to say he planned to stay at school for Spring Break. "Sorry, I know I said I'd come home to see you."
Stephen Gordon laughed him off, but masked slight disappointment. He had no idea whether his son was flourishing or floundering at college, unsure how he'd been coping so far from home. "Don't worry, son. I'm just glad you sound happy. You're making me and your mother proud."
He skipped classes to spend time with Ximena, but made no mention of this to his father, of course. He spent time with Rafa when Ximena said she had late-night classes, taking him to the park to play pirate captain versus sea monster, and talking endlessly with him about video games.
Rafa wanted to become a pirate captain in Sulani or a game tester in San Myshuno. He had almost no memory of life in Selva before his sister left, but he knew it was "the bad place." He liked spending time with Conrad because he said his sister was too strict. "She just loves you," Conrad assured him. "Parents have to set rules, and she can't just be your sister. She has to care for you like a parent, too."
He realized then how important it was to be a model for Rafa, who needed guidance as much as anyone his age. Conrad had always had his father, but who did Rafa have besides Ximena?
Conrad discovered how she paid for an entire house for her and her brother by accident, stumbling on an argument between her and Jimmy Stefano near the campus fountain. "The deal was thirty pounds for three grand."
"They said if I didn't have five grand they'd only give me fifteen. They had guns, Ximena."
"They all have guns! Knives, too. Get your own and figure out how to use it. Watcher, please, don't screw this deal up for me, Jimmy."
"Who has guns?"
"The cartel," said Jimmy, so nonchalant, yet it still hit Conrad like a missile. His stomach turned as he read Ximena's expression. Every lie she'd told him unravelled with a look.
"Are you really a student here, Ximena?"
"No. They're my customers."
He'd had his suspicions, but he'd always told himself he was wrong. Ximena was supposed to be perfect. Hoping against hope, he still tried to play the fool. "What do you mean?"
She dragged him back home to tell him the truth - how she'd bargained with the cartel to escape a life of servitude to the men who ran product all over Simlandia. She refused to serve them, but her way out was to join them instead.
Conrad was angry, but he couldn't stay mad at her for long. As they lay in bed that night, she asked, "Are you going to break up with me because of what I do?"
"Not a chance. I love you."
"I love you, too." She smiled, resting her head on his chest as he ran a hand through her newly blonde hair. "You look nice without glasses, Conrad."
"You already gave me a haircut, Xime. You don't like glasses?"
"Conrad, you're very sexy. But you hide it and it's silly."
"If you're going to give me a makeover, what should I get you?"
"Are you asking me?"
"Ximena, I want to give you everything you could ever want."
She blushed. "I want you, Conrad. But since I already have you, maybe...jewelry? Like a ring."
"You don't wear any rings."
"Because none are special enough, Conrad."
He smiled. "Alright, that's one idea. But say I wanted to surprise you, what else did you want?"
"You could join me running product for the cartel. Our lives would be made, and we'd always be together."
"I don't want to run product for the cartel, Ximena. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be there for you. Rafa, too."
"Right, but what if I go? Rafa loves you, Conrad, almost as much as me. But what if the cartel moved me somewhere else? Would you come with me? Maybe you could be, like, my security. No running, just keeping me safe. Always with me and Rafa."
He'd do anything to protect her, but he didn't answer her that day, refocusing on his studies until he returned to San Myshuno at the end of the semester.
He'd missed his father more than he expected, and they went for walks in warm sunshine by the Spice Market. They talked about school, and Conrad talked about Ximena - leaving out details of her career and focusing instead on her relationship with her brother. Conrad rarely asked his father about work, but Stephen hinted he was inching closer to retirement. "Chester's daughter Nancy is ready to take over the company, but Chester's not quite ready to retire. I think she's plotting a coup, but you didn't hear that from me."
"What happens to you if she pushes out her own father?"
"Hopefully, a retirement package. Chester may not be ready, but I think I am."
On one of their walks, they passed a jewelry store, and Conrad made a beeline for the ring counter. A confident salesman smiled as the Gordon men walked inside. "Welcome. What are we shopping for today?"
"I'm just looking," Conrad said. "What rings do you have?"
The salesman beamed. "Are we thinking of an engagement?"
Stephen eyed his son carefully, but Conrad shook his head. "Not right now. Just like, for an accessory."
"I don't know, son. A ring says you're ready for forever."
Conrad took his father's words to heart, considering what forever with Ximena might look like. He wanted to be with her, but he wasn't ready for a ring. He left that day with a nice bracelet for her, instead.
"Even leaving with a bracelet as nice as that one...she must mean something. I'd love to meet her."
Conrad nodded. "She might be able to visit this summer, if she's not too busy with work," he said.
Stephen smiled and the Gordon men continued their walk, strengthening the bond nearly severed by grief before Conrad returned to Britechester for another semester. ->
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NOT FUN FACT: Conrad got crab lice from Ximena when they slept together for the first time, which is gross but also fitting I guess. And yet I didn't make it canon because it didn't quite fit the vibe. Plus, he wasn't supposed to find out that early on that Ximena was problematic.
WCIF Poses Used? Various from packs Old Souls Love Differently by @simmireen (when Ximena is blonde), Our First Time by @eclypt0sims (redhead), The Kiss by @simmerberlin (black hair) and Nights Like These by @sakurasims-world (also redhead).
WCIF Jewelry Store? Jewelry Store by Guinifere on the Sims 4 Gallery. Very elegant interior and comes with crafting tables, a vault, charging stations - very nice lot! Needs dressing up with completed jewelry on the counters and in displays to look really spectacular (and I of course went the lazy route), but I wouldn't if I was playing a retail career, and this is a great lot for someone who wants to be a jeweler!
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{a/n: thank you sooo much for the kind words! i hope this is what you expected! i kinda got a bit carried away!}
{summary: rafe and sofia decide to go to her place for a change, but things donât go to planâŠ}
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It was the day the furniture was being moved into Rafeâs new houseâ that meant Rafe and Sofia were left stranded.
He turned to face her as they stood on the lawn watching the U-Haul truck pull into the drive. âWhy canât we go to yours again?â
Sofia rolled her eyesâ this was the third time heâd pestered her about it. âBecause Rafe, my parents wouldnât like it.â
âWeâd just chillâ itâll all be PG 13 yeah?â He teased with a smile, giving her a little nudge.
Sofia scoffed but a small grin crept across her face.
âFine. But you gotta sneak in from the back.â
So thatâs how Rafe ended up teetering between the street and Sofiaâs back-garden, throwing his leg over the rickety fence and landing with a quiet thud on the grass. It was still daytime so he didnât even have the cover of darknessâ he just loitered about, hoping to god none of her family would spot him.
His phone buzzed with a text from Sofia.
S: coast is clear
He let out a little chuckle, sprightly following Sofiaâs instructions: Past the oak tree and the first door on the right.
With surveying eyes, he quickly made it there, Sofia opening the door straightaway, yanking him inside by the forearm.
âWoah somebodyâs eager,â he smirked, enjoying the way he could rile her up so easily.
âOh shush, my parents and my siblings are home so you have to be quiet ok?â
Rafe mimed zipping his lips, before he let his eyes roam her room. It was small but cozy, the sunlight filtering in through the floral lace curtains, her bed littered in fluffy pillows and a quilted throw, a cutesy vintage record player on the drawer. It was so Sofiaâ a mismatched assortment of pretty things. She was like that, heâd noticed, a collectorâ finding beauty in everything and treating nothing like it was worth something. He sometimes felt like one of her trinketsâ the way sheâd cherish him sometimes, even when he didnât deserve it.
âI know youâre used to something a bit more grand,â Sofia mumbled, watching as he drank in her room, tone reserved.
âItâs cute, I like it.â He quickly said, smiling down at her.
âYeah?â A bright grin spread across her face, making him suffuse with giddiness.
âYeah.â
âOk, sit down, let me show you the records I found at the thrift store the other day, in near perfect conditionâ I couldnât believe someone just gave them away like that!â She gushed, tugging him by the wrists and gently nudging him to take a seat on her bed.
With a soft grin on his face, Rafe watched Sofia display her bounty, eyes glinting like shiny gemsâ they always did that when she got excited.
He really tried to focus on what she was saying, but she looked so damn beautiful, cast in the sunlight pooling in from her window, a sense of comfortability that heâd never seen her posses suddenly exuding out of her. This was her room, her little slice of the world, and here she was showing him. Rafeâs heart surged with pride.
Sofia abruptly stopped her rambling, âam I boring you? You can tell me if youâre bored.â
Rafe shook his head, stretching his arms out so they slung lazily around her hips as she stood looking down at him with a winsome expression.
âNever bored by you.â He pulled her down so she was sat in his lap, Sofia letting out a little gasp of shock, her arms flying around his neck.
âRafe,â she warned, twisting around to make sure no one was outside her door.
âJust one kiss.â He murmured, breath tickling her chest.
âItâs never ends up being one kiss.â
Rafe smirked, his hands roaming up her shirt, massaging soft circles into her skin, as he met his lips with hers with a ravenous softness. Pulling away with a teasing grin, his stomach somersaulted at the image of Sofia trailing for more, her eyes lidded as if in a kiss-drunk haze.
âThereâŠone kiss. We can stop nowâŠâ
Sofia rolled her eyes, âthatâs not fair.â
âYour rules not mine baby.â
Sofia pushed him back onto her bed until she was left straddling him, Rafe intoxicated by her low breaths and wet lips.
âYou better be quiet ok?â She whispered, resting her hands on his chest.
âYouâre the one who ends making the most noiseââ
âShut up,â she playfully dismissed, before resuming their kisses, Rafeâs hands greedily running up and down the planes of her body.
They stayed like that for a while, Rafe savouring the way she took control, letting himself sink into her mattress, luxuriating in her velvety blankets and satin pillows that crowned his head.
But her movements soon became languorous and mellow, Sofiaâs tell-tale sign she was beginning to get tired. Rafe then gripped her hips, flipping her on to her back in one swift yet gentle manoeuvre, their mouths still hooked by a kiss, until he was the one towering over her.
âGod, youâre tired already?â He whispered against the sensitive spot on her neck, between his voracious kisses.
âNoâŠâ she lied, her swollen lips caught between her teeth as she simpered up at him, her eyes once again scintillating like diamonds.
âDidnât take you for liar Sof,â he joked, as his hands traipsed lower, his hot palm pressed against her navel, making her squirm.
âYou lied to meâŠPG 13? You look like youâre about two seconds away from making this an R rated feature.â
âStop putting ideas in my head.â
Rafe kissed her again, breathlessly, hungrily, inhaling every little noise she made.
He was so enamoured by her lithe body moving up to graze his, lost in their idyllic stupor, glorying in the sensation of her feathery fingers skimming his midriffâ he didnât even realise what made Sofia scramble away from him.
He moved off her quickly, following her eye line to the doorway.
Shit. It was her dad.
âPinche cabrĂłn,â he yelled, in what Rafe presumed was a curse, striding across the small gap between the bed and the door, grabbing Rafe by the collar of his shirt and yanking him up to his feet.
âNo dad stop!â Sofia interceded, clumsily pulling her fatherâs hands off of her boyfriend.
He let go, leaving Rafe standing between Sofia and her father, silently praying to god the ground would open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole. He regretted ever pestering Sofia to let him go to her place.
âÂżQuĂ© crees que estĂĄs haciendo, niñita?â He groused, question directed to Sofia but gaze still firmly affixed on to Rafe, who began to swelter under his scrutiny.
Rafe opened his mouth, tongue like sandpaper, throat all dry, âIâm so sorry sirââ
âYou shut up, I am talking to my daughter.â
âDad, this is Rafe, remember I told you about him?â Sofia tried to alleviate the tension, her tone imploring and meditative.
Her dadâs eyes narrowed, still harbouring a bitter distaste for the boy in front of him. âSneaking him in like that? Thatâs not like you Sofia,â her dad chastised.
âIt was my idea sir, donât blame herââ
âListen kid, youâre already getting on my nerves, so Iâd suggest you zip it, yeah?â
âYes sir.â Rafe shut up. He hated this, scared that her dad would beat him up or somethingâ because thatâs what fathers did, didnât they? And he wouldnât even be able to fight back since it was literally Sofiaâs dad. A sharp pit lodged itself in his stomach at the reminder of his own father.
Sofia was saying something to placate him, and it seemed to be working. But Rafe was too overcome by his ambushing memories to comprehend the conversation.
Her dad nodded his head slowly, his previously stony eyes softening when he looked at his daughter. Rafe stirred with sadness, remembering how cold Wardâs gaze always was. (It was only on the steps of the plane did Rafe feel some semblance of warmth from his fatherâs eyes).
âFine, but keep the door open, and I want you to stay for dinner Rafe, ok?â
Rafe was taken aback, his mouth dropping slightly, âdinner? Yeah of course Iâd be honouredâ thank you sir.â
âYouâre lucky Sofia likes you,â he muttered, before turning to leave, making a show of keeping the door wide open. Once her dad was far enough away, Sofia collapsed back into bed, her hands shrouding her face.
âThat was mortifying,â she mumbled.
âFor you or for me? Your dad hates me now.â
âYeah well youâre the one who started itâ just one kiss, that worked out real well, didnât it?â
âHey youâre the one who jumped on top of me!â
Sofia rolled her yes, beginning to giggle quietly, until her laughs faded away, her eyes turning serious.
âHe didnât hurt you did he?â She asked, sitting up as Rafe took a seat opposite her on the chair instead of the bed, scared that her dad would return again unannounced, to check on them.
âNo, Iâm more embarrassed than anythingâ god, whose great idea was this?â
Sofia scoffed throwing a pillow at his face.
Rafe just chuckled, throwing it back at her softly so it wouldnât hurt, âhe wants me to stay for dinner? Really?â
âOf course,â Sofia soothed, leaning over to hold his hands in hers, âyou donât mind do you? I can make an excuse for you if you want to leave?â She murmured, almost embarrassed.
Rafeâs fingers tightened around her own, âof course I want to stay.â
âI donât want you to feel uncomfortableâŠI know your family wasnât the greatest.â Her voice lowered, resembling silk that wrapped around his throat. He held back a choked sob, feeling exposed. Naked.
âIâll be fine, youâll be there.â He tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace.
âI promise theyâll love you.â Sofia assured sweetly, shaking his hands with her vow.
Rafe fidgeted at the funny feeling that pooled in his abdomenâ love. It was such an alien concept to him. He loved his father. He loves Sofia. But he wondered who loved him?
Glancing toward Sofiaâs consoling visage, he finally smiled easily, assuaged by her opiating essence. She loved himâŠhe tried to ignore his morbid past he kept under wraps, pushing it to the deepest trenches of his heart. That wasnât himâ this was. The man heâd become around Sofia. At least thatâs what he told himself.
Sofia lifted his hands with her own, bringing Rafeâs knuckles to her lips and brushing a soft kiss against his rough skin, âitâll be ok.â
Rafe nodded, letting his anxiety melt away at her touch, âok, I trust you.â
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Dinner time rolled round quickly, Sofia leading him to the kitchen, Rafe trailing behind like lost puppy. He felt like he was taking up too much space in their house, everything already so bustling and enclosed.
Her mom was in the kitchen, stirring something that smelled amazing whilst her siblings were scattered everywhere. One was watching TV in the living room, another was running about in her little fairy wings and the last one was helping her dad fix a broken shelf.
Rafe smiled at the havoc, being reminded of dinner time at Tannyhill where him, Sarah and Wheezie would rile Rose up, before being on their best behaviour when Ward came out of the study.
He missed it.
Sometimes it got lonely in that big house of hisâ if it wasnât for Sofia, Rafe sometimes thought heâd go insane.
âSorry about all the chaos,â Sofia said sheepishly, turning around with an apologetic smile.
âDonât worry about it, itâs nice.â Thatâs all he could say? Nice?
But Sofia took no notice of his scarce vocabulary, instead leading him to the dining table and telling him to take a seat.
âWait where you going?â He asked when she didnât take a seat beside him.
âJust in the kitchen to help out my mom, Iâll be back in a bit yeah, just relax.â She squeezed his shoulder placatingly.
So Rafe tried to do that, relax, tapping his fingers restlessly against the hardwood table. His gaze continually strayed to Sofia in the kitchen, but she was too busy getting the food ready to meet his eyes. Her little sister whizzed about the room, flapping her arms as she pretended to fly, Rafe recalling Wheezie doing the same thing when she was kid. His heart stirred with an aching nostalgia.
Sofiaâs little sister eventually took notice of the strange man sitting at their dining table, stopping still in her tracks, before nervously approaching him, shrugging off her fairy wings as if she was embarrassed. Rafe offered her a smile and a friendly wave, trying his best not to appear scary or intimidating. But it was hard to do when was 6,2 with a buzz cutâ and apparently he had a resting-scary face, thatâs what Sofia had told himâ whatever that meant.
And he was notoriously bad with kids, never knowing what to do or say around them. They always ended up crying because of him or running away from him, so the nerves began to quickly inundate Rafe when the little girl came and sat right next to him.
âHello,â he greeted, mind blank.
âHi.â Her eyes wandered about the room, occasionally lingering on Rafeâs face, when she thought he couldnât see.
âSo whatâs your name?â Rafe asked, scratching the back of his neck.
âIsla.â
âThatâs a pretty name.â He realised he was quickly running out of conversation starters.
âAre you Sofiaâs boyfriend?â She suddenly asked, blunt as a rock.
He laughed nervously, beginning to feel hot, âyeah I am.â
How was a 10 years old making him this anxious?
âIsla, I hope youâre being nice to our guest,â Sofiaâs voice suddenly saved him from the awkward silence.
âShe was being wonderful,â Rafe said, giving Isla a playful smile, one which she actually reciprocated this time roundâ it made his heart swell with warmth.
Soon the table was set and everyone took their seats. On one side of Rafe sat Isla, and on the other was Sofia, her parents on either end of the table, the two other kids opposite them. Their names were Anita and Luca, Rafe learnt.
Sofiaâs mom had made some sort of meat stew with beans and rice that looked delicious and smelled even better. Rafe wasnât used to home cooked mealsâ Rose or Ward never cooked and he could barely remember his momâs cooking. The thought sent ripples of sadness through him, which he endeavoured to push past.
âThank you Mrs Flores,â Rafe nodded his head in gratitude, trying his best to make a good first impression on Sofiaâs mom at least.
âI tried to make it not too hot for youâ Sofia told me you couldnât handle spice.â
âMama,â Sofia whispered, glancing at Rafe in chagrin.
Rafe kicked her gently under the tableâ it was true, he couldnât handle spice but she didnât need to embarrass him like that.
âOh sheâs just making fun, I love spicy food.â He lied, giving her mom a flashing smile.
They all got to eating, Anita and Luca bickering between mouthfuls of rice, Mrs Flores constantly having to remind Isla to finish her food, and Mr Flores glancing ever so often between his daughter and Rafe, trying his best to remain poker faced.
The first few spoonfuls were fine, probably the best thing Rafe had eaten in a long time, but soon the spice began to build up, hitting the back of his throat. He tried his best not to cough but that just made it worse, his oesophagus feeling like it was on fire.
âBaby drink some water,â Sofia whispered beside him, noticing him silently struggle. Anita and Luca seemed to notice too, and soon began to chitter with barely concealed giggles.
âCĂĄllate,â Sofia hissed, whilst Rafe just tried to survive.
âSo Rafe, Sofia tells me youâve moved house recently.â Her dad began, paying no heed to the commotion around the table, as if he was used to it.
Rafe took a long sip of water before his answer, âyeah actually, thought it was about time.â
âAnd youâre a property developer?â
Rafe just nodded, taking down another gulp of water.
Sofia was still squabbling with Anita and Luca and Isla has gotten distracted, beginning to make a tower of mashed up rice.
âHow do you feel about those new rezoning lawsâ must mean business is booming for you right?â
âDad.â Sofia clipped warily, suddenly honing into the conversation.
âWell I personally havenât rezoned anything, but a couple of people have started.â
âHmn,â Mr Flores hummed, taking another forkful of food. Rafe was glad heâd left it at thatâ business talk never led to anywhere good. He recalled countless arguments between him and Ward over the business at the dinner tableâ arguments heâd never get to have again, he realised with a bitter afterthought.
Mrs Flores thankfully changed the conversation, asking if Rafe liked the stew and if heâd ever had Mexican food before.
And before Rafe knew it, dinner was over, the kids all rushing to the kitchen to deposit their plates and go back to their games and TV, leaving Rafe to say his thank yous and goodbyes.
âThanks for dinner, I appreciate it.â He said.
âOf course Rafe, anytime.â Mrs Flores smiled.
Sofiaâs dad gave him a reserved nod of the head, letting his daughter see him out.
Once they reached the front door, Rafe let his body relax, a deep sigh escaping his chest.
Sofia giggled seeing his pent up stress, âsee I told you itâd be fine.â
âFine? You forgot to mention the spice, I was dying thereâ at least your siblings were entertained.â He joked.
âOh stop being a baby.â
The two stood in the doorway, faces stuck in a lingering smile.
âI had fun, thank you Sofia,â Rafe finally said, tone sincere.
âNoâ thank you for staying, you didnât have to but you didâŠthat means a lot to me.â
That funny feeling began to rouse in his chest againâ the sickening sentiment of being appreciated.
âWell I guess Iâll see you tomorrow then?â He said, rubbing a palm across the nape of his neck.
âYeah, see you then.â Sofia tiptoed up to press a kiss against his lips, Rafe letting himself melt into her body, his hands planted on her waist.
âIâm scared your dad is going to interrupt us again.â He whispered against her mouth.
Sofia laughed softly, âyeah weâre never doing that again.â
Rafe left Sofiaâs house, a strange sensation of floating settling over him. For a brief moment it felt like he was a part of a family again, his body consumed by a warmth he didnât knew still lived inside him.
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Mythal and Solas: Manifestation
I'm fascinated by how newly revealed Solas lore add context to everything he did n DAI.
Taking on a body is a turning point for Solas, but also for his relationship with Mythal. We know form DAV it was...unhealthy, to say the least.
You learn more about Mythal's character once you draw parallel between Morrigan & Solas. Both of them said to be, by Mythal, people she cared deeply about. Yet it doesn't mean she is above using them.
DAO:
Flemeth: You have been itching to get out of the Wilds for years. Here is your chance. As for you, Wardens, consider this repayment for your lives. Morrigan: MotherâŠthis is not how I wanted this.I am not even ready- Flemeth:You must be ready. Alone, these two must unite Ferelden against the darkspawn. They need you, Morrigan. Without you, they will surely fail, and all will perish under the Blight. Even I. Morrigan: IâŠUnderstand.
DAV:
Mythal: You have so long observed the world. Why not consider joining it? Solas: But I have no desire to live as humans. I have the Fade. Besides, this talk of taking on a solid formâŠI think you underestimate the danger. When you took the glowing stone to build your body, did the earth not shake? Mythal: The lyrium gives us the strength we had when we were of the Fade. We are the best of physical and spirit. I need your wisdom, Solas, to withstand the louder voices who will go too far, like Elgarânan. I need you. Solas: This is madness. You must know that. (Sighs) I will always follow where you go.
Mythal (or Flemeth) wants to have something from both Solas and Morrigan. Bring Solas to her side. Send Morrigan to acquire an old god soul. In both cases, Mythal shows a similar manipulation strategy.Â
Try to present it as something they would want (Solas, wouldnât you like to experience something you looked at for so long? Morrigan, wouldn't you like to finally explore the world beyond the Wilds?)
Frame the request as if thatâs the right thing to do and only they can help (Without your wisdom,Solas, others will go too far. Without you, Morrigan, warners will surely fail.)
Appeal to what they feel for Mythal (I need you, Solas. Without you helping the wardens, Morrigan, I will die.)
In retrospect, all the signs were there. In the very conversation she ignores his boundaries, coerces him into giving what she wants and ignores his wisdom.
p.s.: It's unfortunate that we don't really have much information about Mythal and her side of the story when Elvhenan was forming. I wonder why she took on a body in the first place.
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Primarchs + Daughters
My perception of how each Primarch would behave when nosediving into parenthood if they had daughters. Enjoy!
I wanna personally thank @moodymisty because a great deal of their works inspired this piece.
Part 1
Lion Elâjonson
The embodiment of 'tough love' made man. Having a daughter doesnât do much to soften this guy⊠or at least thatâs what others believe. The Dark Angels Legion are probably the only ones aware of the small gestures the Primarch often gives to his little girl in the safety that privacy offers. Where Lion lacks words of compassionate and parental love, he appropriately makes up for it with actions. He isnât one to go over the top and prefers to give modest gifts to his daughter as the last thing the man wants is to raise a spoiled brat. Father-daughter bonding time can be summarized with strenuous training using the sword. This man will not let his precious Princess go through life without learning how to protect herself, even if he has made an oath to forever shield her too.
Fulgrim
The complete antithesis of Lion. Where this man views the Emperor as the perfection anyone should strive to reach, his beautiful daughter comes close to the second place in fulfilling that ideal. Thereâs a big fat chance that he teared up a little when his little gem called him Papa for the first time, but managed to wear his ever unshakable mask because he absolutely refuses to break character even in private. Has the mistaken notion that his baby is a blank canvas ready to be painted to its fullest potential; aka, molding her to what HE wants and expects of her. Fulgrim probably spoils her rotten but only through conditions that she must follow, as the Primarch understands the importance of fighting and earning for what you wish to obtain. He makes sure that any of his gene-sons are in her company as he refuses to let even a single scratch happen to his little girl. Honestly, a grown-up version of Fulgrimâs child has the chances to go both opposites of the spectrum with no in betweens: A shy aristocratic lady who is unable to speak her own mind or a completely haughty, sharp and manipulative noble woman. Too much to unpack there, yo.
Perturabo
(Slaps this bastard's head loudly) This bad boy can fit so much family trauma in it! Okay no but seriously, thereâs a good reason why so many people agree that this bitch has a thing for gilded cages and all the fucked up poetry that comes with it. The good olâ classic Greek tragedy of Medea. Perturabo may have big and insane expectations for his gene-sons but when it comes to having a daughter? The apple of his eyes. The sunshine of his life. For this Primarch, his little princess is the only living thing in the entire universe that loves him genuinely and unconditionally, making his love the equivalent of a child crushing a bird between his hands. While still easy to anger and with a resting-bitch face, he is incredibly tame and careful with his girl; always making sure that she is well versed in all kinds of science and engineering that could easily label her as a genius (but we all know how stressful can be to try and live up to big expectations). Most of his Legion finds the child either an annoyance or donât even care enough beyond the factual point of her being the child of their mighty Primarch, beyond that? This poor girl is probably the loneliest child to ever grace the world. Remember that I referred to this like the Tragedy of Medea? YeahâŠ
Jaghatai Khan
Probably one of the few best papa-tier out there. This man will see his little daughter and think the only thing a good parent should do: To love and guide. Heâll be not afraid to say âI love youâ to his baby girl no matter where they are, but heâll know when to be stern and wise so she grows to be a fine and humble woman. Honestly, this guy would learn how to make a sling just for the single purpose of having his precious princess close while also being excited to teach her how to ride on a horse like he did in his childhood. The thing that makes this dude the best in this list is that if his daughter ever expresses to follow a different path in life like becoming a remembrancer or anything that doesnât involve the Imperium, this Chad of a man will look deep into her eyes and tell her that heâll support her no matter what. The only thing he asks is that she stays in contact as heâll miss her terribly. Kudos to him, fr.
Leman Russ
Another one for the âtough loveâ guys list, yo! On his defense! Hear me out⊠in his defense, this guy was literally raised first by Fenrisian wolves before even knowing what a proper bath entailed, so of course heâll sometimes be a bit too much on his poor little baby girl. Roughhousing was his best first approach to teach her how to fight, trying to make his little pup have some proper backbone worthy of being called the child of a Primarch. Sometimes heâll get carried away (either with words or actions) and is in those moments when Leman would learn what genuine and heavy guilt feels like; a very alien emotion for someone as brutal and fierce as he is. Thereâs no worse feeling than knowing that you are the reason behind your daughterâs tears. No one would ever say it out loud, but the way this giant of a man apologizes is by slowly and silently hugging his little girl while pouting until she hugs him back. He may suck at expressing verbally his love towards his baby, but actions are his best way to communicate and this is something his daughter eventually learns and accepts from him. Forgot to add that the entire Space Wolves Legion are not only suffocatingly protective of their Primarchâs child, but everyone takes turns when she asks them for piggy-rides or let her braid their hair.
Rogal Dorn
I donât wanna be too mean to this poor man but lord have some mercy, trying to squeeze any emotion that doesnât range to watching paint dry from this damn guy is already a miracle on its own. Heâs probably the kind of dude thatâll leave his poor daughter in the care of his astartes and serfs while he works. Workaholic in bold, yo. It literally will take watching his poor little princess cry her eyes out for him to attempt some bonding time but man he just sucks at trying not to have a stick up his ass (Again, Iâm not trying to be mean but god this is painful). This is the kind of man, besides Guilliman, that will search high and low for some paternity books to help him. At the end this father-daughter relationship can be salvageable by having a heart to heart between them both and even then, is the poor girl the one that gives more than she receives. Honestly, any daughter from Dorn has the patience of a saint. Besides this Primarch's ineptitude to properly communicate his feelings, everything else doesnât change the fact that he loves his little princess and will do anything to make her as happy as possible so he gets some brownie points for the try.
I'll later write the second and third part of this, I swear <333
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#wh40k#primarchs#lion el'jonson#fulgrim#perturabo#jaghatai khan#leman russ#rogal dorn#fatherhood#very very slightly implied primarch x reader#if you squint#implied child negligence#implied yandere perturabo
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el clĂĄsico
summary: Carlos watches a football game between Real Madrid and FC Barcelona with his beloved girlfriend.
pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
warnings: fluff, some suggestive comments, teasing
words: 1002
a/n: this is my first fic since forever, so please be nice <3 (also, I would love some football and formula one requests, just check my rules :)
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
âYou should pull your sweater over that terrible shirtâ, Carlos whispers into his girlfriend's ear, suspiciously eyeing the emblem on her chest. He wears the jersey of Real Madrid with pride, while he can only smirk at the FC Barcelona tricot, which (Y/n) is wearing. As they look for their seats, Carlos catches a few people taking a look over their shoulder at the odd couple. Their interwoven hands are a hard contrast to the two hostile football clubs.
âNot before you take yours offâ, (Y/n) comments, smiling innocently as she manages to move a hand under her boyfriend's shirt, lifting it a bit and therefore revealing his toned abs. Both laugh as Carlos fights her playfully, caging her in his strong arms and pressing her face to his chest, right against the Real Madrid emblem.
They find their seats just in time for the players to walk onto the pitch. The atmosphere in the stadium changes, everyone seems to hold their breath until loud cheers and clapping disrupt the peace. Although she barely sat down, (Y/n) jumps to her feet, pointing out every single player of Barcelona.
Carlos is mesmerized, not by his favorite club, more by his girl. His mind goes blank, staring at the passion she radiates. This kind of love, shown by a big smile and bright eyes, is usually only directed towards him. Now, seeing this unfiltered, Carlos takes no shame in gazing at his girlfriend's happiness. She is as magnificent as ever.
âCarlos?â, (Y/n) asks, confused why her boyfriend is not at her side, still seated with his big brown eyes only on her. Gratefully, Carlos takes the hand his girl is holding out for him. Standing up, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her as close as possible. Side by side, they cheer for their teams. By the time the game starts, they sit down and watch with great concentration.
âWhat about our little bet, mi corazĂłn?â, Carlos asks after some time, just as a foul interrupts the game. There is a mischievous smirk on his lips as he eyes his girlfriend. (Y/n) turns to him with an unimpressed expression, already knowing what he is hinting at. The drive to the stadium was mostly overshadowed by a discussion about who would win tonight.
âThis won't end well for you, Car. You are a sore loserâ, (Y/n) returns, taking one of his hands and placing a soft kiss to it. This did nothing to soothe his hurt ego, only causing Carlos to lean forward and place a featherlike kiss right under her ear.
âWho said I would lose? Iâm looking forward to ripping that jersey off you, bebĂ©â, Carlos says under his breath and against his girlfriend's neck. He presses one last kiss to her skin, then turns his focus back to the pitch. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) can only try to hide how flustered his words made her, then following his lead and watching the football game.
Over time, and with every goal for FC Barcelona, the cheeky comments coming from Carlos stop. The sight of his girlfriend cheering and clapping for her club triggers a bittersweet feeling in the pit of his stomach. Frustration follows, less because of Real Madrid's defeat, more because of the bet he is losing.
"Car", (Y/n) whines at the miserable state of her boyfriend, who is even pouting after the fourth goal. To comfort Carlos, she simply takes his arm and hugs it to her chest, resting his big hand on her thigh. He is a simple man, physical touch is what soothes his sorrows the best. Even better are kisses, so (Y/n) decorates his face with numerous of them.
Half of the stadium screams out of euphoria, while the other stays silent when the game ends. A few players fall face first onto the pitch, out of pure exhaustion. (Y/n) jumps to her feet, for a few moments not minding her grumpy boyfriend, simply enjoying the ecstatic atmosphere. Still, this excitement is not the same when she can't share it with her favorite person. Turning towards Carlos, seeing him sit there with his arms crossed before his chest and a deep frown between his brows, she quickly pulls him to stand next to her. Somehow, she forces him to clap, jumping up and down at his small smile.
Carlos feels grateful for his girlfriend, because although his favorite football club just lost, she manages to put a smile on his lips. Her presence alone can make his worst days to the best he ever had.
"That was a good match, mi corazĂłn", Carlos says with a low voice, kissing the top of her head. With one arm wrapped around her waist, they leave their seats behind and the loud cheering of the crowd. Both are relieved the moment they sit in their car, taking deep breaths to calm down after the eventful evening.
"So about that bet...", (Y/n) starts with a smirk forming on her lips, followed by a giggle. Before Carlos can start the engine, he throws a wide-eyed glance towards his girlfriend.
"Now you want to talk about the bet? Now that you won?", Carlos asks with a louder voice, yet not annoyed at all. They did not agree on anything in particular regarding the bet, so he is rather suspicious what (Y/n) will suggest. He for sure knows what he would have done to his girl tonight if he had won.
"You cook something for me first. Then I want that jersey of yours gone", (Y/n) whispers in a seductive voice, leaning over the control panel she grins him straight in the face. The chuckle coming from Carlos only encourages her to press her lips to his. The kiss is quite short, although Carlos would love to deepen it after this nerve-racking evening.
"I can't kiss you with that shirt on. Sorry, mi amor."
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this isnât meant to be judgement on what other people choose or their opinions and there are reasons why there is no actual ideal solution, but if Iâm playing the game in which I want every character to get what I feel is the best outcome for them personally, Shadowheart is always ending the game with her parents alive
There are a couple of reasons for this. Iâve done both endings with the SelĂ»nite path for her, and I literally just let her pick what she wanted the first time (which ended in her parents dead) and seeing both, I do think sheâs happier with her parents alive in general. I think, as with other characters (specifically Laeâzel comes to mind in her romance) you have to kinda challenge them on what their first immediate response is when giving them an option in order to get to what actually makes them happiest and what theyâre afraid to admit
But if weâre not even taking like the arbitrary measure of happiness into account, I do think that thematically, keeping her parents alive is the only real option if you donât want Shar to win.
The options here are either let her parents die and Shadowheart is free of the pain in her wound, or save her parents and Shadowheart spends the rest of her life with the threat of the wound hurting her at any moment. Basically no parents and no pain or parent and chronic pain for the rest of her life.
Harsh options either way, and especially when you phrase it as âchronic pain foreverâ being the thematically correct path, but look at it from the angle of rejecting Shar and what those options really signify form a Sharran angle.
If her parents die, she has no pain, which is good, but she also has no parents. She has no way of learning about her past other than random scraps she might find or maybe eventually remember somehow. She also has no attachment to her Sharran cloister anymore and no attachment to any SelĂ»nite community either. Sheâs void of everything, including the physical pain. Now thereâs obviously like emotional turmoil sheâs feeling, and you do get a scene where she expresses that, but itâs from her loss. She only has loss now. The Lady of Loss gave up her physical hold on Shadowheart and in doing so, made Shadowheart embrace loss. Shar might not win completely, but she doesnât really care about her individual followers and communities as much as they want her to. This is still a win for Shar because she still got Shadowheart to make Sharran choices in the end and embrace losing everything: the pain, her parents, her community, her past.
Hell, the desire to free oneself from pain entirely is a very Sharran pursuit. Itâs why we see people turn to Shar. Ketheric turned to Shar as a way to get Isobel back and free himself from grief. One of the people that can lead you to the Sharran cloister is a man who remembers nothing about himself except that the House of Grief helped him because he was very sad and now he isnât. Nevermind the fact that he doesnât even know where he lives now or that Ketheric didnât get what he wanted, itâs the motivation of freeing oneself from some kind of pain that drives people to Shar.
That is why Shadowheart received the injury in the first place.
I jokingly call it a shock collar sometimes, but that is basically what it literally is. You can get Shadowheartâs dad to reveal more about it if you control her and go talk to him in camp. The wound is because Shadowheart was constantly misbehaving and her parents werenât converting, and they needed something to keep her in line and also motivate her parents. Shadowheartâs pain was supposed be negative reinforcement for her not to act on her kinder inclinations and for her parents to finally fall in line and reject SelĂ»ne so that they would stop seeing Shadowheart in pain. The desire for no more pain was supposed to drive Shadowheart and her family closer to Shar.
And all of this on top of the fact that Shadowheartâs memory was wiped repeatedly to an extreme degree, even by standards of the evil memory wiping cult. She was supposed to be a blank slate that only desired to feel nothing by the end. The perfect Sharran.
So if she keeps her family alive, what does she get? A life time of guaranteed pain from Shar, but also her family. Guilt over learning all sheâs done to her parents over the 40 years they were held captive, but also answers about her life before Shar and kinder memories with them after Shar. She doesnât get to not know all that sheâs done and all thatâs been taken from her, and sheâs forced to feel all the negative emotions that come with that, but she gets comfort and positive feelings too.
The moment I keep going back to is the scene you get after she saves her parents where sheâs clearly distressed. You get a similar version of this if her parents are dead, but if her parents are alive, they show up at the end of the scene when sheâs crying because of the guilt sheâs feeling toward all that happened to them. The specific moment in that which I obsess over a bit is when Shadowheart apologizes to them and says that they shouldnât have to see her like this (because they just walked in on her crying). And itâs her momâs response to that which makes me a little insane
Itâs the emphasis on feeling that really gets me, and I think is the most important part here.
Because Shadowheart was apologizing specifically for them seeing her feeling. She was in this moment apologizing for them having to see her crying and in a very vulnerable emotional state over her own personal struggles and the immense amount of guilt she feels over seeing the extent of what was done to her parents, some of which she did. Sheâs not supposed to feel anything about that, as a Sharran. Sheâs not supposed to feel at all as a Sharran, good or bad.
But itâs her very visibly feeling something that her mom points out wanting to see. itâs the one word she puts emphasis on, because that alone is proof that Shar doesnât have a hold on her. If sheâs feeling something, even if itâs bad, then Shar isnât winning and isnât controlling her. Shar literally had to resort to trying to coax her into wanting nothing more than to be free of feeling in order to get her to behave, after all.
If Shadowheart accepts that sheâll have pain for the rest of her life in order to save her family, Shar doesnât get anything but the shock collar she already had. And the point of the shock collar was to eventually never use it. Hurting Shadowheart wasnât what Shar wanted. Shar wanted to eventually stop hurting Shadowheart because that meant she was a good perfect little SelĂ»nite-turned-Sharran who had been properly corrupted. Pain wasnât the point and was supposed to have an ending if Shar got what she wanted.
So when Shadowheart rejects the loss of the pain, thatâs about as close as she can get to telling Shar to go fuck herself. Her plans didnât work, not even a little. Shadowheart isnât wiping her slate clean (again) and rejecting feeling things just because theyâre painful. Sheâs reconnecting with the past that they spent 40 years trying to erase and sheâs doing it even though itâll be hurt.
Basically by keeping her parents alive, sheâs doing every single thing Shar has spent four decades trying to stop her from doing and giving Shar absolutely nothing in return. Shar gets nothing besides the ability to hurt Shadowheart, which isnât even something she wanted in the first place.
And proof of this is shown in the epilogue, where if you romance Shadowheart and kept her parents alive, you both point out what Shar hasnât been triggering the wound much lately. She triggers it a lot and randomly in the end of the game, and itâs clear sheâs pissed off, but by the time six months have passed, itâs apparently barely happening. Because pain wasnât the point and it wasnât what Shar wanted. The pain was Shar throwing a tantrum because she didnât get what she wanted. Shadowheart calls it petty in the game and thatâs literally what it is. Just pettiness from a god. And itâll probably happen to some extent for the rest of Shadowheartâs life, yes, but itâs clear that Shar is bored and realizes itâs not going to work. She might try some other ways to get at Shadowheart eventually, but in making that choice, Shadowheart denied her any ounce of power that Shar actually cares about. Even if the pain is there, the fact that itâs there is proof that Shar failed.
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wip wednesday: "blessed are the forgetful" (logan howlett x f!reader)
this is an idea iâve been toying with for quite a while now. itâs inspired by âeternal sunshine of the spotless mindâ, which is my favorite movie ever. itâs gonna be really⊠angsty đ
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i know this is quite long, but itâs the first section of the story. the books iâve been reading recently have really inspired me to try new things with my writing, so iâm excited about that too!!!
Logan thinks Jean is speaking to him, but her words dissolve into fragments, lost before they reach him. Her reddish lips shape the vowels and consonants with precision, yet the meaning is drowned out by the pulse in his ears. Sheâs agitated, her long strides barely matching his pace, heels striking the wooden floor in a staccato rhythm. (âŠ) If Jean Grey is the embodiment of grace and intellect, then Logan carries the weight of all the worldâs stubbornness. It clings to him like a birthright. Defying her beliefsâor anyoneâsâis as instinctual as breathing. Sheâs trying to dissuade him, to talk him out of this reckless act: asking Charles to meddle in what sheâs called his personal issues. He suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, focusing instead on the steady cadence of his steps toward the manâs office, each one heavier with purpose. Jeanâs voice grows sharper, her warnings echoing in his mind. This is a mistake. Youâll regret it. Youâll want to undo it. Donât be stupid, Logan. Donât do this to herâdonât do this to yourself. But her protests are futile. The cards have already been laid out. Only meters from the door, he comes to a sudden halt. Jean, caught mid-stride, almost stumbles into his back. For a fleeting moment, hope flickers across her face. Maybe, just maybe, sheâs convinced him to reconsider. A tentative smile begins to form on her lips, until he turns to her with a look so unyielding, it steals the breath from her lungs. She has never seen him like this. This resolute, this⊠haunted. His jaw is clenched, his brow furrowed so tightly it seems etched in stone. Thereâs no trace of relief or satisfaction in his expression. Only the grim determination of a man about to pass a point of no return. Why is he doing this? Soon, there will be hands prying into his thoughts, a marauder pulling apart his memories. Think about her. Now think about this moment. What do you remember? Each memory bearing your name, inked into his unconscious, will be inspected, cataloged, and then erased. A mind already scarred will be stripped even further, the void swallowing everything. It has to come from a place of self-loathing, he thinks, because no reasonable explanation suffices. Perhaps heâs always been this broken, this damaged, and it was only a matter of time before he sought refuge in the very solution that had once been his calvary. âIâve made my choice,â he says with a tilt of his head, which aims to deliver a silent message: Stay back. Donât follow me. I have to do this. I need to. So this is what it feels like, he thinks to himself, to willingly want to forget, to crave oblivion. To stop caring. His fist hovers over the door, but he doesnât have to knock. Charlesâs been waiting for him. His voice resonates behind Loganâs eyelids, calm and inescapable: Come in. âCoward.â Thatâs the last thing he hears before he steps into the office, leaving her behind.
no pressure tags: @lubdubology @flowersforbucky @tightjeansjavi @moonlight-prose @eupheme @joelsdagger @gracieheartspedro @yxtkiwiyxt (sorry if youâve already been tagged!)
#fic: blessed are the forgetful#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x you
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Obsessed again. I couldn't actually play this week because my PC died (badly), but I did watch a friend play through the whole thing. So I'll be stealing screenshots.
But I'm obsessed with the Skolas cutscene and all the implications in it (and the song).
So the thing is that apparently the Echo is ... somewhat sentient. Obviously we knew some of that from last episode as well, because Echoes are made of people destroyed/attacked by the Witness so there's actual people in there. The previous Echo was made from the Qugu species and is specifically inhabited by the commander Te'Qal from the Dynasty lore book (highly recommended read, excellent proper scifi stuff in here).
We haven't learned about Revenant's Echo so far. Originally I thought that we'll get another lore book similar to Dynasty that explains what this Echo is made of, but we didn't. Instead, due to this cutscene... I think it was made from Eliksni. In some way. The Witness didn't destroy their entire species, but the Black Fleet did leave a huge and important mark and many Eliksni died on Riis and after. Their memories could be in the Echo. Transcript of the relevant bits (from Eso's video):
The song... hmm. A Whirlwind dirge. A seeking song for the lost. But... hmm. Variks does not recognise the singer. The Echo... It is the Echo that sings to us, Guardian. Sings of Riis, through our memories. It seeks an old strength. Strength to guide the scattered through a time of doubt and wrath... But it sees now how Fikrul wields its power... false life for an army of the slain, with those like Skolas for his pawns. The Echo seeks another wielder. It demands one who is worthy.
So there was a song that we followed in the mission and it led us to Fikrul (who holds the Echo) and Skolas. When we finished the fight, the cutscene played which explains why the song was there in the first place. It's a Whirlwind song, but it's being sang by the Echo itself, as if using memories of the Eliksni. So it would make sense that the Echo is made from them. To add to it, the seasonal lore book, The Garden-Way, final page mentions Chelchis singing a song:
This didn't seem too important before, but now after the cutscene I'm wondering!
It's also incredibly interesting that the Echo is apparently not interested in Fikrul anymore, implying a sort of sentience we haven't seen before. The last Echo was completely fine with Maya, which implies that this is due to the fact that Maya and Te'Qal are alligned. And that is true! Maya spoke highly of him and called him an ally, then also said that he lacked things that she has, so the two of them are empowering the Echo and work well together. The Echo was fine being in Maya's hands and still is.
But Fikrul and this one? Apparently don't get along. The Echo wants someone else, someone better and more worthy, and it is looking for that person while singing an old Eliksni song. I'm super interested to see who it will pick, if anyone. I think one of the strongest candidates is Eramis; a person who longs for Riis and protecting her people, but who never had proper powers to do so. She is a strong and capable leader and would use the Echo better than she did Darkness, because the Echo is essentially her kin (if it's correct that it's made from the Eliksni in some form).
There's other options as well, of course. There's even an option that we lose track of this Echo too, but it would be really interesting to see us gain one of them. Though in this case, if it is Eramis, she would probably take it with her to Riis, which is where she was headed before this whole thing went down.
Wild stuff going on, in between everything else. Needless to say, I'm hopelessly dependent on the lore about the Echoes which are glimpses into the lives and memories of ancient peoples. Fascinated to learn more about this one and where it ends up, and what waits for us next episode.
#destiny 2#destiny 2 spoilers#revenant#revenant spoilers#echo#eliksni#long post#please please please my life for one of the destiny music yts to upload the song from the cutscene#what an incredibly good cutscene in general#the images of pyramids on what i'd assume is riis... riis being indexed like earth at the start of tfs...#also yeah skolas. that dude is back! i think we should ask him about his time with the nine#also fikrul and skolas like... okay. new yaoi dropped
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What If...
Pyrrha was also under the sway of Salem Cinder and Pyrrha love each other (Pompeii) Jaune and Emerald are married (Topaz) Jaune and Emerald have a child (Jasmine Esmeralda Arc) Jaune and Emerald are on the run from Salem & Ozpin
Scene : A cheap motel in Argus
==> @cheeseeater2 - What if Nora and Ren find Jaune and Emerald with the kid and let them go if only for the child to be safe. Jaune says even if they hate him forever he loves them and hopes they can be happy one day.
Of all the things Ren and Nora expected after hearing that Jaune had left with Pyrrha during the fall, and then discovering that he and Emerald were on the run from Salem's agents. Finding himself held at gun-point by the man he used to consider a brother, was not one of them.
It had been a stroke of luck, finding out Jaune and Emerald were expecting. It was through idle chit-chat with the other tenants of the apartment building Jaune and Emerald had been living in for the last almost year... before vanishing days before a fire gutted the building. So as they continued their counter operations against Salem's machinations, they kept checking local medical centers and hospitals.
At a stop over in Argus, about a year after the last lead that went cold at the apartment complex. Nora had decided on a whim to check the local hospital, and much to her utter shock she caught site of Emerald leaving with a bundle cradled in her arms. So cautiously she followed the obviously new mother, tracing her back to a rather shabby motel.
A scroll call and Ren was beside her with in twenty minutes. A hint of intimidation and they had the room number. The flimsy wooden door was no obstacle for Nora. She was through it at the first hit of her shoulder. Ren was inside a fraction of a second after Nora burst through the door. The screaming of a startled child, and the yells of a young women, filled the room. But what Ren really focused on was the cold barrel of a rather nasty pistol being pressed against the center of his chest.
"You don't want to do this Jaune." Ren calmly informed his former team leader. "This will just make things worse."
"You right Ren, I don't want to do this, but to protect my wife and my daughter... I will." Jaune replied, his voice measured, and forced like he was fighting the potential of his own emotions surfacing. "Back away Nora."
"Jaune, why?" Nora asked as she stepped back away from the door she had just smashed in.
"I made a mistake." Jaune replied. "Both Em and I did."
"And what do you call this?" Ren asked nodding towards the pistol pressed against his chest.
"Protecting our second chance." Jaune replied. "Em, are you and her okay?"
"We are, she's just a little scared." Emerald answered, as she gently rocked the bundle in her arms. "Shush that's okay sweetie. It's okay, daddy will keep the bad people away from us."
"We're not... bad people." Nora countered.
"Really?" Emerald asked. "You've been trying to find us for years. Chasing us from place to place. Making us uproot, time and time again just so we can have a life away from all the bullshit."
"But..."
"We made mistakes. We were lied to. Led on." Emerald cut Nora off. "We figured it out too late to stop them, so we left."
"And have Ozpin's and Salem's minions dogging us all over Remnant." Jaune added. "We're out. We want to be left in peace. We know nothing, nor do we want to know anything. We're out."
"Jaune, you know..."
"Who says it can't be that way? Ozpin? Salem?" Jaune countered. "Fuck them and their little war!"
"Jaune, language!' Emerald hissed as she continued to placate the fussy infant.
"I'm sorry, but the point remains. We're out. We just want to make a life, for us and our daughter. A quiet life." Jaune expanded upon his original statement. "Both of you away from the door."
"Jaune, this isn't the right way. Come back with us? Ozpin can..."
"Ozpin is a failure." Jaune rebutted. "If he had any brains or sense he would have at least had an idea that Salem was trying something after the breach."
"None of us..."
"No, we didn't." Jaune agreed, "But we we're students, why would we have? The ones in power should have been protecting us. Like I will Em and Jas."
"Jas?" Nora asked as she moved as far from the door, as she could without getting any closer to Emerald or the infant. "Is that her name? Jas?"
"Jasmine Esmeralda Arc." Emerald informed the group. "She's named after our mothers."
Jasmine started to fuss more.
"Is she..."
"She's hungry." Emerald answered as she adjusted how she was holding Jasmine while lifting the left side of her shirt to feed her bundle of joy.
"I'm sorry it came to this." Jaune commented as he moved himself to be standing between Emerald and the now sitting Nora and Ren, his pistol still trained on Ren. "I never wanted to hurt you, either of you. You mean too much to me, but..."
"Jasmine and Emerald mean more." Nora finished his statement. "I can understand that."
"Are you truly happy Jaune?" Ren asked, keeping his hands flat on his lap, in clear view. "I mean really happy?"
"I am." Jaune replied. "I... we made our mistakes, but Jas is the best of both of us, and she deserves a future."
"A future you're willing to kill to protect?" Ren asked.
"You need to understand, Ren. I don't want to, but I will. To protect Em and Jas, I will put down anyone that comes after us."
"What are you going to do now?" Nora asked, trying to lean just enough to see Emerald and her baby.
"Same as we always do when you two or Cinder and Pyrrha get too close. We'll leave, and find somewhere new."
"That's not much of a life." Ren commented. "Always on the run. Is that fair to Jasmine? To Emerald? To you?"
"If I could change it. If I could fix it, I would... but there's fat chance of that happening, isn't there."
"Can I... can I hold her?" Nora tentatively asked. "I won't do anything, I swear, I just... I just feel this need..."
"I don't..."
"It's okay Jaune." Emerald cut him off. "I trust her enough not to hurt Jas. She's not the type."
Emerald stood, up after burping Jasmine, and slowly approached, keeping out of Jaune's line of fire. She loved him, wholly, and she understood is consuming drive and need to keep her and their daughter safe. She had the same compulsion.
"Watch her head." Emerald softly instructed Nora as she lay the precious bundle of joy. Jaune and her little miracle into Nora's arms.
"She's so small." Nora whispered, a sad smile on her face. "She's so small."
"Jaune, put it away." Emerald smiled at him as she crouched next to Nora who was completely enamored with little Jasmine.
Jaune hesitated for a fraction of a moment and then reached up and pushed the pistol back up into his sleeve. Ren heard the click of the mechanism resetting.
"Ren," Nora softly spoke. "We can't keep chasing them. We need to help them."
"Nora?"
"She's so small, and innocent. She shouldn't have to suffer for Jaune and Emerald's mistakes." Nora commented her eyes never leaving the beautiful if but slightly chubby face. "This is a fresh start for them... and us."
"Us?" Ren asked.
"I hate what Pyrrha did. How she used us all. How she broke our trust... but I want to help protect this little one. I want to do that more than chasing Jaune or Emerald." Nora made a kissy face as Emerald smiled. "Everything we're doing is about the future right? Protecting it?"
"I guess." Ren responded.
"Then let's help them. Let's let this little one have the family the Grimm robbed us of..." Nora's eyes started to tear up, emotions she thought long gone washing over her.
"It's okay, Nora." Emerald comforted her one time enemy. "It's okay."
"There might be a way." Ren sighed as he spoke. "Because to be honest I'm tired of chasing you Jaune."
"If it's any consolation, we're tired of being chased by you." Jaune gave his former teammate a soft smile.
"Would you stay in Vale, if we could get you in without anyone knowing? If we could help you get settled? Would you stay?"
Jaune looked to Emerald who was still hovering over Nora, rubbing her back in gentle circles as Nora tried to get control of her emotions. Emerald gave Jaune a smile and a nod.
"I would, if we can be safe. Unmolested?"
"Only Nora and I would know. Not even Ozpin will be any the wiser."
"Tell me why?" Jaune point blank asked.
"I want my family back together, despite the mistakes we've all made." Ren replied. "You're our family Jaune, and we miss you."
"I miss you as well." Jaune responded.
"So, can you really help us? Keep us secret and safe?" Emerald asked as Nora, at Emerald's urging, transferred Jasmine back into her arms.
"We can." Ren replied.
"No," Nora spoke her voice breaking slightly. "We will."
Jaune swallowed hard, and moved forward, his arms spread accepting Nora and Ren into a hug that had been forever in the making. A familial embrace they had all missed.
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#cinder fall#rwby what if#cinder x pyrrha#cinder & pyrrha serve salem#pompeii#emerald sustrai#emerald sustrai x jaune arc#topaz#lie ren#nora valkyrie#jasmine esmeralda arc - oc daughter
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"It's going to be okay" - Elrond (Rings of Power) x Fem Reader
When taking a walk in the woods surrounding Eregion, Elrond and Y/n come face to face with danger.
Angst + Fluff
Word Count: 863
My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or The Rings of Power!
As the sun regressed behind the dark, billowy clouds, the once-vibrant hues that decorated the lands appeared dull. Everything was still, unnaturally still. It was bizarre for a riparian environment, such as the one the elves were occupying, to be so devoid of life. The birds were not chirping, and Elrond noted there wasnât a single fish that could be seen in the river as they had followed it to their destination.
âSomething is off,â Elrond spoke, turning his head towards Y/n. âIâm sure of it.â
âI couldnât agree more,â she responded uneasily while moving closer to him.
Just when those words had escaped her lips, the heavens decided to open and drops of rain began to fall upon Middle Earth. Briefly, they stopped in their tracks and gazed up at the overcast sky, feeling the sensation of the cold droplets hitting their faces. Elrond gently pulled Y/nâs cloak over her head, preventing her hair from getting soaked, before raising one of his hands and wiping the water off her face with the pad of his thumb.
Interrupting the moment, the cacophonous cawing of a crow cut through the silence, making Y/n tense up and stare at Elrond with worry prominent in her eyes. Similarly, he looked at her, both aware the crow was a sign that orcs would be there sooner than they would like.
Distorted voices began to sound from the tree line, and an arrow whistled past the couple, lodging itself in one of the oaks behind Elrond. He didnât get the chance to say anything to Y/n, rather he just grabbed her hand and began to run with her through the forest. She didnât hesitate to follow Elrondâs lead, for she trusted him with her entire being, and she knew he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. Y/n would certainly do the same for him, though her skills with the blade were considerably worse than his.
Suddenly they stopped, and Elrond pulled her underneath a fallen tree that he prayed would be completely and utterly invisible to the orcâs eyes. He grabbed his sword and tightly gripped it, desperately hoping that the orcs wouldnât get close enough where he would be forced to use it. Elrond attempted to push away the guilt that was currently rising within him, when he had first embarked on this walk with Y/n, it didnât even cross his mind that they would come face to face with danger.
Though she was filled to the brim with fear, she knew good and well that the more afraid she appeared to Elrond, the worse he would feel about the situation. The last thing that Y/n wanted was to be the reason why his mind was clouded and unable to function to the best of its ability in the case of an attack.
âItâs going to be okay,â she whispered, reassuringly placing her hand on Elrondâs thigh.
âYes, it will,â he responded, his voice sounding shakier than he had planned.
She grabbed his free hand and began to rub it with her thumb, and she could see the elf become visibly less tense. Y/n didnât say anything else, fearful words would only worsen the situation. Plus, she didnât want any orcs to hear them and find their location.
A mixture of harsh voices and footsteps could be heard semi-close to where the pair were hiding, and neither made a single sound. Even their breaths taken were hushed fearing that the orcs' ears would be attentive enough to find where they were even from that slight sound.
Elrond watched as Y/nâs eyes fluttered shut, blocking the unfolding situation from reaching her. Instead of closing his eyes, he stared at her, tracing every inch of her face with his grey eyes, knowing that it was the best distraction in Middle Earth.
When the rustling of leaves and other things around them had stopped, Elrond figured that the orcs had left, but just in case they were still close, the pair sat under that fallen tree for about an hour. Verbally they didnât say anything, but the way their bodies were pressed against each other said more than words could convey.
When the rain had lightened, Elrond felt as if the coast was clear to try and escape back to the city of Eregion.
âY/n, it should be safe to head back now. I havenât heard anything in a while,â he whispered, watching as she opened her eyes, relief replacing the fear that was once hidden within them.
She nodded in response, still nervous to speak, since they werenât certain that all the orcs had retreated from the area.
Elrond got up and scanned the tree line around them, not seeing anything unusual. He let out a sigh of relief before stretching his hand towards Y/n, who immediately took it and let him pull her to her feet.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his body, nestling her head into the crook of his neck, deeply thankful for all he had done for her. He returned the hug, letting some guilt he carried dissipate now that they had made it through the worst of the situation.
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