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asking them if they actually love you
fluffy angst, established relationships wriothesley, neuvillette, pantalone, capitano, dottore
Wriothesley
The duke was working at his desk in his private office when you walked in with no lively expression on your face. Wriothesley tore his eyes off from the cup of tea and saw you looking expressively exhausted.
âWow, someoneâs had a tough dayâ, he chuckled, âyou look exhausted, babe.â
Ignoring his childish manner you asked him rather simply:
âWrio, I have just one question. Do you even love me?â
Wriothesley choked on his tea.
âLove you? Of course IâI do.â
You did not have to question his frankness as Wriothesley has always been an explicitly blunt person. He would never lie in such occasions and certainly would tell you if he disliked something.
Having received his answer on the wobbly legs but with a contented smile, you lurked to his desk and hugged him from the side.
âWrio, Iâm just so tired and Iâm in diiiire need of your cuddles.â You surprised him with a nice peck to his cheek.
Seeing you giving in to stress and overwhelmed all over Wriothesley could not help but started feeling upset too. He gently pulled your face close to him, his big gloved hand laid on your cheek in a loving way.
âGirl, someone has been working non-stop I see. Or should I say studying? M?â
He was clearly not happy with your sufferings. Being a workaholic himself Wriothesley knew how easy it is to overwhelm oneself. But he did not want this fate for you. Due to the sudden friction of you leaning to his chest to get sense of comfort, the work papers from Wriothesleyâs desk had dropped onto the floor. You were lucky the ink remained still.
âOops. Seems like you wanted to hug me so much you did not spare the poor sheets.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Wrio!â
âAh, whatever.â He looked down indifferently. âGirl, I will not calm down until I make sure youâre in your bed, sleeping.â
âIâll be fine. I can get home on my own.â
Wriothesley raised from his desk and discreetly walked you out of his office.
âIâm going to get you home and youâll rest. That is unnegotiable.â
Neuvillette
Neuvillette was a closed, solitary man who experienced some difficulties when it came to relationship dynamics. Deep inside his heart he was, nonetheless, a pure romantic. Heâd always come to your dates earlier, looking nothing but polished; and with incredibly serious (but polite) manner he would court you.
He was always a husband material and he let you know how important you are in his life any time he could. He was dedicated to you wholeheartedly, and even though at first time you were much scared off by his cold, aloof, professional-like appearance, later you found yourself falling in love with him too, until the both of you grew tightly attached to each other.
You knew you should not question or doubt his affections, but you had a terrible day and you only saw your world dark and hollow. It was when your shift ended that Neuvillette entered your office only to find you drowning in your work overtime. Or perhapsâno, it was your studies, your homework.
âDarling, were you doing your studies at work? I thought weâd agree that you would not overexert yourself.â
âI knowâŠâ you mumble, caffeine in you refusing to help anymore. âBut at home I want to sleep. So when I finished my paperwork, I started doing my studies.â
âI see.â Neuvillette walked closely and took a look at your work sheets. âDear, you have some mistakes hereâŠBut thatâs not important now. Iâll give you a lift to home.â
You looked at Neuvillette bewildered.
âHome?â
âItâs evening already.â
âNeuvilletteââ you asked him when he gently pulled you out from the desk by your hand. He gave you a surprised look. Judging by your face you were dead serious about asking something, so he kept quiet, letting you speak. âDo you like, love me?â
He was flustered at first, but only mildly. Neuvillette cleared his throat and adjusting his collar he answered with the equal seriousness:
âThat I do. Why, have I made you doubt my affections?â
âNo. I was just messing with you⊠Iâm having a bad day.â
âI love youâ, he said as if picking up your disappointed mood, he continued confessing to you in a frenzy: âI love you, I love you, I love you.â He smooched your cheek before leading you out of the office. âAnd I will make sure you wonât overwhelm yourself like today.â
Pantalone
âDo you even love meâŠâ you wonder out loud, your chin laying on your arm as youâre doing the paper work.
âLove is a foolish concept for foolish people. It only softens your senses and makes you miserable. I cannot afford being miserable, vulnerable or weakâ, Pantalone respondsâhis words a well-polished conviction he made himself believe in. Although, his looks is harsh on you and he states that in a rough manner, his gaze does not leave your exhausted image not for a moment of time.
Tired and exhausted, you are lying on the desk before the papers.
âSo now youâre collapsing on my desk? Did no one teach you proper manners?â he inquires with a tone so ambiguous and indefinite that no one can truly guess if heâs fooling around or scolding you quite seriously.
âSo you donâtâ, you respond quietly. What were you even thinking⊠Of course a Harbingerâespecially one of the oldest, probably no longer sensitive to feelingsâRegrator would ever love you.
âThereâs no point of me loving you, really. Loveâs a poison, and I cannot let myself be poisoned, for there are many people whoâd prefer me dead. I suffered too many assassination attempts to grow a sense of preservation in myself. Besides, where have you heard about love in business?â As always, the talkative man he is Pantalone would not stop blabbering a second. But seeing you close your eyes as he came closer, he whispered quietly, but audible enough for you to hear:
âI love you.â
Perhaps he did not even consider the words which slipped so fast from his lips. He wanted to cover his mouth shut to hide his embarrassment, but then he did not see a point in this.
âThanksâŠâ said the sleepy you, the next second falling asleep on the papers. âI ⊠love you⊠tooâŠâ
âYouâre an idiot. When will you stop mixing work and studies? Come, Iâll get you to bed.â
He gently pulled you into his arms and carried you through the dimly lit corridor. He placed you on your silky bed sheets, his hand moving to caress your cheek.
âYou need to take better care of yourself. You canât keep being so overwhelmed with both work and university. Now, sleep.â
He kisses your cheek, his lips linger for a few momentsâŠ
âIâm so exhausted.â
âI know. Sleep, my dear.â
He switched the lights off and slowly raised from the bed, afraid to do any friction that would tear you off from the sleepy state.
Capitano
âCapitanoâ, you called him from the middle of the living room, while you were studying near the fireplace.
He was just about to enter the room when you side eyed him and the familiar smell of spicy perfume seemed to fill the half of the air.
âDo you even love me, Capitano?â
He stood there, frozen at your question, not knowing what to respond because you usually would not have audacity to ask him something way too personal. It must have been a damn good reason for you to strike him so deeply.
âHmph. What do you think?â He stopped in the frame of the entrance, his big arms crossed as he leaned onto the frame.
âI don't know, you tell me.â You did not tear your gaze of the book, as if taunting him. But he did not suspect that you were genuinely exhausted at that moment and sook to be comforted.
âDo you think Iâd let you lurk in my house on weekends if I did not? Do you think I would ask my servants to prepare the finest meals for you, neatly accordingly to your allergies?â He grunts, unsatisfied and irritated. âDo you think Iâd even let you talk to me so boldly if I did not want you by my side?â
You finally raised your head at him, leaving the book behind and gave him a satisfied but undoubtedly cunning smile.
âCapitano, my love, youâre so cute when youâre grumpy.â
âI just don't see a point in asking something so obvious.â
âYou and your rational thinking. What if I just wanted to hear you sweet talking to me?â
Capitano was speechless. He knew how cunning you could be, but he did not even imagine that you would be taunting him so badly.
âIâve had a difficult day. Too much studies, too little rest. I have not much time before exams so I am constantly stressing.â
âYou don't have your deserved rest because you kept working even being a student. You need to choose one, woman.â
You sighed at Capitano. How many times did you have to explain to him?..
âI know, but I told you I want to have some cash of my own. I don't want to constantly ask you to buy something for me.â
âBut your work kills you. You give so much effort for university, and you give as much to your work. This is unacceptable for your health.â His tone is cold with seriousness. You know he wouldn't change his mind just as you wouldn't change yours.
âFine, perhaps Iâll work two days instead of three. But Capitano, stop standing there like a statue, sit down next to me. My mind is at peace when you are close.â
âEven if I am simply⊠sitting here? Doing nothing at all?â
âEven so. But I think you already know that you could hug me since I haven't seen you the whole day~.â
Dottore
âDo you even love me, Dottore?â you asked him plainly with no ceremonies. For a moment Dottoreâs hand froze as he was holding the vial. He was standing there in his white medical gown as he mixed some fluids. After a few long moments he finally gave you an answer, his tone indifferent, but you could not see his expression behind the white safety mask.
âYou know perfectly I only love science.â
âGuess I should have expected that ansââ
âBut I love you. Perhaps, a little less than science, but I do. And I hope you know thatâ, he cleared his throat, âwhyâd you even ask that on the first place?â
You took a few steps closer to Dottore, silently lurking behind his back, fearing to ruin his test, but you could not escape his sharp senses.
âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing. Continue with your experiment.â
âUh-huh.â Dottore finally poured the fluids and mixed them properly. When the experiment finished he took his gloves off and you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist before he could run away from you.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â he asked, flustered enough to want his face hidden somewhere far from your eyes.
âI missed you, besides Iâm very tired. If you donât want to hug me back, then just stay like this and let me squeeze you.â
Nothing could express Dottoreâs astonishment right now. He was most embarrassed, and he is not at all used to such extravagant signs of affections.
âY/N you fool, careful with where youâre standing, my whole lab is not a playground.â
âI love you too, Dottore.â You delivered a peck to his cheek from behind. That action made Dottore boil immensely, and he finally turned around and leaned against his desk.
âDid something or someone upset you? You donât usually act so rapidly.â
âJust a bad day in general. Iâm exhausted and hungry too. But at least you told me you love me.â
Dottore sighed through teeth. He disliked a mere idea of you being stressed out. He wanted to cheer you up but his heart did not have capacity enough for much open affection.
âOkay, brat. How about we grab a dinner somewhere together? You wanna hot food?â
There were sudden sparkles in your eyes - the only offer from Dottoreâs lips made you all shake with excitement and your frustration seemed to brush off.
âI would love to eat out with you right now, Dott.â
âWell in that caseâ, he glared at you and hissed, âlet me finish my job properly. Wait in the vestibule.â
Grinning, you escaped his lab with fast pace, seeing Dottore roll his eyes at your childish excitement.
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did i hear you say you were writing another animagus!reader x regulus where they cuddle at hogwarts in each their cat forms? đ„șđ„ș
you know what they say, don't believe everything you hear... except for that, that's actually true
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, copious amounts of fluff, established relationship, bsf!remus, background wolfstar, reader and reg are kinda goody-two-shoes, platonic physical affection
Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat
What a conundrum.
Remus should take this as an opportunity to be a good friend. You have spent almost two decades showing him exactly how to do that, playing the perfect part of the sister-he-never-had, loving and supporting him through life. For never turning your back on him, Remus is sure he owes you far more than what he can ever repay you, so he should try every single day. He should be a good friend.
But it was just too funny not to.
"At what point is it our duty to wake them up?" Sirius' voice whispered in his ear, shaking with mirth.
"I'm wondering the exact same thing." Remus dragged his words out to avoid making a decision. "How long do you think we can get away with?"
"I mean, they are already 15 minutes late to their Charms lesson, so we're dead men walking for not having said anything so far."
Remus is just able to tear his eyes away from you to glance sideways at Sirius, a too-fond smile already playing over his lips as he sees the exact mischievous look on his boyfriend's face that he expected. The look he fell in love with, not that Remus would be sappy enough to think about that right now. "So what you're saying is..."
"Leave it for a while longer?" Sirius grinned.
"Leave it for a while longer." Remus confirmed, whispering through a laugh, shifting his body further into Sirius' side as he lets his eyes fall back on you.
Well. On what he and Sirius knew to be you and Regulus, but what all other students in the library thought was just two cats sleeping in an armchair.
There was an elongated square of sunlight cast onto the middle of the seat by one of the beautifully decorated windows of the ancient castle, every cat's dream spot. The green velvet covering the seat of the mahogany chair was already riddled with fur from how long the two of you had been curled up around each other in it, white, grey and black hairs mixing together. Your forms might as well be mixing together too, fluid in a way that defied physics yet looked impossibly comfortable. Remus supposed you had to milk as much pleasure out of being an animagus as possible to make that whole mandrake leaf ordeal worth it. Though you could not answer even if he asked you right now, he was sure you at this very moment thought it was.
Remus' smile widened as he saw your chest rise dramatically as you breathed a sleepy huff, turning your head over slightly and burrowing it further into Regulus' plush neck. Your little cat bodies laid facing each other, arms around each other in a way he thought looked a little too much like a human hug.
It would be the absolute picture of serenity, two young things with no care in the world but each other â had it not been for the large clock ironically hanging right behind you, reminding you that you were not supposed to be here right now.
The four of you â five before James ran off the second he spotted red hair a few shelves back â had spent your two hours of shared free periods to read up together, for once actually doing a considerable amount of studying during it. Sirius was rubbing it in your faces, yours by consequence and Regulus' by design, that you still had one lesson left for the day when you abruptly stood up and demanded that you need a study break. When you then promptly dragged Regulus off into a corner, Sirius got the karma of a lifetime as he grew very concerned about what kind of break you would be engaging in. That was until the two cats lazily strolled back in and made themselves comfortable in the chair they now claimed as theirs.
Knowing you, Remus knew you hadn't intended on falling asleep, but maybe the fact that you did meant you really needed it. Yes, surely, you must have been exhausted and your body demanded a rest, so frankly he is quite an amazing friend for ensuring you listen to your health and your needs.
"Cats shouldn't be allowed to be that cute," Sirius all but grumbled as he looked at the two of them. "I should hate them on principle, but look at them Moony!"
"Quite literally no one is demanding that you hate cats on behalf of Padfoot, Siri."
"Padfoot is!" Sirius gave him a you can't argue with that logic look, but Remus knew he could.
"Ah, yes, my boyfriend the dog," he mused, cocking an eyebrow at Sirius who promptly reached out with his finger and pulled it back down.
"I could so give you a comeback to that, but I respect you too much not to say it in public," Sirius muttered and Remus couldn't fight his laughter.
Something moving in his periphery brought his attention back on you, seeing you shift even more into Regulus which caused him to begin stirring as well. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, Remus whispered to you in his mind.
As always, you didn't listen to him, and ever so slowly Remus saw you peel one yellow eye open, blinking blearily at the room before turning your head back towards Regulus. The greyest of your four paws came up to gently pet at the black cat's neck, almost as if you were smoothing over the fur you had ruffled in your sleep. It made Remus' heart ache with love for you both, even as his stomach was slowly dropping.
A soft prrt! escaped Regulus before he instantly began purring and tightening his hold on you with his little cat paws, nosing his head against yours. A kind of softness Regulus rarely let himself fall into in public, though this was arguably a grey area.
It almost looked like you were about to be driven back into sleep by the vibrations moving through you from Regulus' chest. Remus noticed Sirius paying attention raptly as well, which was unfortunate.
Because when you shot up out of your seat with a small squeak, jumping as if startled as you looked towards the clock â now a good 30 minutes into your 45 minutes lesson â Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. It earned him more than a few hushes from those around, but most importantly, it earned him your head snapping around to look at him with eyes that could rival a basiliskâs.
Considering Remus was already on a streak of making disloyal choices towards his loved ones, he didn't fight his instinct to stand up from his seat and back up when you ran and jumped onto the table right in front of Sirius' face with a hiss. You slapped at him with a clawless paw to which Sirius whispered something along the lines of "hey, knock it off, be cool" while trying to hold you at arm's length. You scowled at him as aggressively as any cat could, raising your back slightly before you arguably tut-ed at him and jumped back down.
Remus fought for his life to not laugh.
You turned around and ran over to Regulus who was still lazily stretching and gaining his bearings, not an ounce of care shown towards the near-assault of his brother. Nudging him with your head towards the end of the chair, he got the point and jumped down, already falling into his usual graceful mannerisms.
Together you scurried off back into your corner.
When you came back a mere minute later Remus swore there was no difference in your facial expression. Remus carefully walked around the table â where Sirius was still sitting with a petulant pout â hands up in surrender.
You crossed your arms, leaning your weight onto your right hip as you glared at your oldest friend, clearly expecting him to speak first. Behind you Regulus was strolling over, looking like he was trying really hard to be miffed but falling just short.
âHow dare you,â you said â and it was a statement, not a question.
âIn my defence,â Remus started, hands still up but so were the corners of his lips. âYou two looked adorable.â
âThat will surely hold up real well with the professor,â you scoffed.
âWe didnât make you fall asleep, princess,â Sirius grumbled to which you turned to him with a bitch please look Remus is fairly certain you picked up from Sirius.
âApologies for expecting my friends to have my back. How stupid of me.â
âVery stupid indeed,â Sirius murmured as he took a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he found it to be cold. He nearly spilled some when Regulus gave him a light slap up the back of the head.
Remus figured it was time to pull out the big guns.
He manoeuvred his held up hands to be stretched out towards you instead with a rueful smile as he inched closer and closer. You had a moody expression still, eyeing him with suspicion, but you didnât move out of the way. He dared make a small cooing sound as he brought you into a hug, coddling you like one would a child after they hurt themselves to keep them from crying.
ââM super super sorry, lovie,â Remus half-muttered half-laughed into your hair as he rocked you a little bit. Your arms were still crossed against his chest, but you were leaning into him.Â
âDonât believe you, Loopy.âÂ
Regulus snorted at that and Remus looked up at him over his shoulder and the boys shared a look of humour and shared love for you that warmed his stomach. Though when Sirius nipped at Regulusâ sleeve to get his attention, the faux-miffed expression was plastered right back on the younger boyâs face.
Siblings, Remus thought and chuckled a bit into your hair.
âYou laughing at me?â you questioned incredulously.Â
âNo, Iâm laughing at our boys.â His response was quick to rid himself of any further accusations.
You instantly nodded against his shoulder. âUnderstandable.â
âHey! Donât bring me into this, amour.â Regulus' chiding tone was met with you uncrossing your arms at last, reaching a hand out behind you blindly, which he immediately took and squeezed with his own.
You let your other arm curl around Remusâ back. Forgiveness at last.
He pulled back to look down at you with a goofy grin, and was pleased to see you could no longer contain yours either. âYou were really cute. Didnât want to disturb you.â
You gave him a look. âRight, no laughing at our expense whatsoever.â
âNever.â
You gave him a light shove while you snorted, pushing him away from you. âThis is what I get for my sacrifice for you?â you said as you shook your head at him not much unlike McGonagall would during detention.
âI would argue you got a pretty sweet deal with that sacrifice, doll, seeing as you can curl up with your equally sacrificial boyfriend and sleep in the library whenever.â Sirius nodded solemnly, while jutting his chin towards Regulus. âThis one would never let that happen in any other form.â
âOh, Iâm sure I couldâve convinced him,â you replied, looking at Regulus with an almost salacious smile. As if to prove your point â or just to prove Sirius wrong â he came up to stand closer behind you, arms going around your waist. You leaned your weight back against him with a happy sigh.
âDisgusting,â was all Sirius offered.
You raised an eyebrow at him before turning your head sideways to give Regulus a short, sweet kiss.
âDisgusting,â he groaned once more, pressing the backs of his palms into his eyes.
âKarma,â you and Remus sing-songed at him at the exact same time in the exact same tone.Â
Your eyes met in surprise before you both burst out laughing, any pretend fight seeping out of you as you both beamed at each other.
Siblings, Remus found himself thinking once more.
âWell, now that we donât have a lesson to get to anymore, I suggest we get out of here,â Regulus sighed, squeezing your hips as if to underline his point.
âWhere we heading?â Sirius asked as he swung his legs out to get up.
âI donât know where youâre going,â you started. âBut Remus will go hunt down a certain Head Boy and get him to make up some excuse to Professor Flitwick for why Regulus and I did not attend class so that our absence is removed from the records.â You put on your sweetest smile as you turned towards Remus at the last part.
âRegulus, what have you done with her?!â Sirius stage-whispered his accusation at Regulus who only responded with a certain impolite gesture.
âAnd why would James do that?â Remus drawls, certain that his entertainment was written all over his face.
âOh, Iâm sure he owes you for something, you figure it out.â You spoke as you tried to put your bag over your shoulder to leave, but Remus and Regulus both reached for it at the same time. They gave each other a look, trying to decide who will take the literal burden, before they both turned to Sirius and dropped the bag in his lap. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, but pulled the strap over his free shoulder nonetheless.Â
âYou are quite the minx, arenât you?â Remus asked, going for chiding and landing somewhere along the lines of compliance.
âLearned from the best, Rem!â you cheered brightly, pressing quick smacking kisses on both his and Siriusâ cheek.
Before they could muster up a response or a reaction, you had already hauled Regulus down the halls of the library towards the exit with half-heartedly hushed giggles. The raven-haired boy looked over his shoulder right before you turned the corner with a barely-contained smile, inhibitions straw thin in your presence.
Remus understood him well.
He turned to Sirius with a pleased smile to find him already admiring his reactions from where he stood beside him.
âI get why theyâre cats,â Remus mused as he interlaced their fingers, following the general direction you ran off to, ready to hunt down James and possibly claw up some furniture.Â
âBecause theyâre adorable but also massive menaces?â
Remus breathed out contently. âYeah.â
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SO INTO YOU. â nicholas a. chavez & cooper koch âđâËâč
â pairing. n. chavez x fem!reader x c. koch â
a/n. woof this took long... i hope you enjoy though! let me know if you want a part two (i want to write it so bad but really rough & filthy this time). anyways requests are open just like my legs for these two
.á warnings. fluff (just nick & coop being cuties & in love!!!), SMUT! making out, soft!dom!cooper, more of a mean!dom!nicholas, slapping?, threesome ofc, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, sum dirty talk (praise & slight degradation), more fluff :)) wc. 4896
The camera flashes made you slightly lightheaded as you posed, well-trained smile on your face â your uneasiness not visible to the paparazzi, but the two men next to you noticed it almost immediately.
Nicholas' hand was resting around your waist comfortably; not tight or low enough to draw attention of the cameramen, but with enough force to let you know that he was there for you.
You looked at Cooper, sweet smile on his face when he caught your eye, the flashes finally coming to an end, and all three of you exhaled with relief.
"I thought it would never end", you pressed your glossed lips together, fixing your hair softly, as you fell back against the chair.
Nicholas laughed at that, sitting across from you, the exhaustion visible in his eyes; he made sure no one was looking before taking your hand into his.
Your relationship with Nicholas was quite... complicated. You were best friends ever since you two met on the set of Monsters. It was you, Cooper and Nicholas, a trio that the internet loved.
Although, you were just a woman. And Nicholas was just a man. It soon evolved into something deeper; something you couldn't quite name. The lingering touches, sleeping on a couch together after an exhausting day on set, sporadic kisses on the cheek, a little too close to the corner of your lips. It would be hard to explain to the general public. You were just friends.
When it came to Cooper, he was the sunshine of your trio. His hugs warm, always making sure you were comfortable in his presence. He was so much different than Nicholas; less bold, always touching you with a glint of uncertainty. They complimented each other so well, it actually started driving you crazy.
You liked Nicholas, and you liked Cooper. Although at this point, you weren't sure if you only liked them. You still felt comfortable around them, but every touch from either of them sent a spark of excitement down your spine, which â you hoped â they didn't notice.
You had no idea what was happening, but you didn't like it.
Nicholas' thumb traced soft circles on the back of your hand, his eyes warm and welcoming, pretty smile adoring his face. You hesitated before returning the gesture, the loud music and incoherent voices seemed to fade into obscurity as you stared at him. He looked so good that night; a patterned, slightly unbuttoned shirt clung onto his body perfectly, simple black dress pants and shoes, and the god damn cross necklace. Such a simple look, but he looked absolutely flawless. You wondered how he managed to leave you speechless every time he walked into the room. His hair looked messier than usual after he ran a hand through it right after you all left the spotlight.
You shook slightly when you realised you were staring. Nicholas chuckled, shaking his head, hand leaving yours, the sudden coldness making you miss his touch almost instantly.
"You look good tonight", you declared, looking him up and down shamelessly, sly smirk appearing on your face. Nicholas leaned back against the chair, spreading his legs; the sight making your mouth water.
"Could say the same about you, Y/N", Nick rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb nonchalantly. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and you crossed your legs at the sight. Your name leaving his mouth made you shift in your seat uncomfortably, the room becoming smaller in a second.
He didn't lie, though. You decided on a bold outfit, yet modest enough to make an impression. A tight bodysuit with built-in shorts, leaving a little to the imagination; brand new, knee high Naked Wolfe boots that made your legs look longer, and a leather, red coat. Nicholas almost choked when he first saw you, and so did Cooper â yet you didn't notice the way their eyes lingered on your body for a little too long.
"You look... fucking hot". You couldn't help but smile at the compliment; his voice sincere, eyes glistening with something you couldn't quite name, playful smirk lingering on his lips. You bit your lip, slightly breathless, playing with the hem of your bodysuit mindlessly. Nicholas' eyes wandered down your body as you did, your curves visible through the thin material, and he noticed that instantly.
"Hey!" Cooper's voice saved you from the heat of Nick's stare as he stepped in. You looked up at him, his presence not helping that much, after all; he looked so good, they both did.
"We have to do some interviews and then we can get the hell outta here", he declared, and you nodded, getting up from the chair awkwardly. A waitress stopped next to the three of you, tray with some kind of alcohol in her hand â champagne, you assumed, polite smile on her face. Without hesitation, you took a glass, swallowing all of its contents almost at once.
Nicholas and Cooper laughed when you made a face; it definitely wasn't a champagne. It tasted more like a vodka tonic. Your face twisted in pure disgust at the taste, eyes closing involuntarily.
"Now, slow down, pretty", Cooper said in a playful tone; the nickname made you wish you could drink five more of those drinks. You sent him a glare, small smile lingering on your lips nonetheless.
You heard someone call your name, and you exhaled at the sight of an interviewer waving at you. You exchanged knowing looks with both men before you all walked towards the camera.
A few hours and drinks later, you finally felt your body relaxing. The better part of the event came â an after party where cameras were not allowed. You were relieved; the annoying and disrespectful paparazzi followed you like lost puppies, as if trying to capture every single moment of your evening.
You found yourself sitting at the bar, Nicholas and Cooper nowhere in sight. You played with the rim of your glass, the slight buzz finally getting to you, small smile playing on your face.
An image of Cooper and Nick popped up in your head again, and you found yourself thinking about them in inappropriate ways.
The way they'd kiss you, Nicholas more harshly, demanding, almost aggressively. And Cooper? Cooper would take his time, leaving you breathless and painfully turned on when he pulled away. You had no idea which one you liked better. Preferably both, at the same time.
You shook your head, finally deciding on going to search for them. The smell of weed filled your nostrils, and you raised your eyebrows; it wasn't usual for celebrities events to go this far.
Your steps were quite unsure and shaky due to the alcohol in your system, but still confident, as you paced through the crowd of people. You looked around you in search of Cooper familiar curls, but you soon realised it was pointless.
What if they're making out with some random girls?
The thought crossed your mind and you shifted uncomfortably, accepting your defeat as you walked towards the bathrooms.
The corridor was dark, and if it wasn't for the music still playing loudly in the background and the alcohol in your system, you would definitely be scared.
Your boots echoed through the walls, shiver running up your spine at the sudden coldness. You almost screamed when the men's bathroom door opened, and you were met with someone's warm chest.
His smell filled your nostrils, and you exhaled, recognising it right away. Nicholas.
"Already falling for me, doll?", he laughed when you looked up at him, the height difference almost ridiculous â even when you were wearing the highest boots you could find.
The corridor was lit only by the men's bathroom dim lightning, and you suddenly felt a spark of excitement run through your chest.
"I was looking everywhere for you!", you declared, stepping away from him, the smell of his cologne making your head spin a little. You studied his face; he seemed completely sober, hair in the same condition you last saw it in â so he didn't fuck anyone during his absence. Relief run through your veins at the realisation, small smile making its way onto your face.
"I was looking for you, too", he grinned, and your stomach turned at the sight. "We were just talking about getting the hell out of here. Wanna spend the night?", he asked casually, and even though it wasn't unusual for you to stay over at his place, it felt different this time. You nodded frantically, biting your lip. His cross, gold chain glistened in the dim lightning, and you couldn't help but stare at his chest, hiding under the shirt.
"You know...", you started, your hand moving up before you could register, fingertips lingering on his chest softly. Nicholas stiffened when you met his eyes, and his jaw clenched. "You look really good tonight".
"If you were anyone else, I'd think you're flirting with me", he laughed, but you could feel his muscles tensing when you run your fingers over his chest more confidently now. You tilted your head, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. "And what if I was?", you challenged, voice teasing, and his hands were on your hips in an instant. Nicholas pulled you close, hands slipping under your loose coat, running over your curves greedily.
"I wouldn't mind", he said truthfully, and you breathed out. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek, and your lashes fluttered at the feeling. "I would say... you look tempting. Making it really hard for me to control myself".
You tensed, hands running over the sides of his neck, eyes never leaving his, and you noticed how much darker they've gotten. With one swift movement, you were against the wall, Nicholas' hand lifting your leg to rest on his hip.
"You have no idea what you do to me", he whispered, his voice low and predatory, as his other hand run over your throat softly.
This will ruin our friendship. These words echoed in your head as you looked deep into his eyes, gaze almost innocent, sending jolts of electricity down to his cock. Any doubt left your mind when you realised that you waited for this for the longest time. Maybe I like him a little too much, you thought, as your eyes lingered on his lips, so tempting. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his greedily.
You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips at the contact; your lips moved in a perfect sync, hands roaming over his chest, nails digging into his skin. Nicholas held your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh in his big hand, the other one tangling itself in your hair.
He pulled on it, hard, and you whimpered, the pain on your scalp sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. He smiled into the kiss, body pressing into yours with force as his tongue found its way into your mouth. One more pull at your hair, and you moaned into the kiss, his tongue half down your throat in an instant. It traced the inside of your mouth, almost as if he was trying to memorise every single detail about it.
He swallowed your moan as you arched into him, eager to feel all of him all over you, his strong hold on your hair only intensifying.
You felt his bulge press into your thigh deliciously; you tested the waters by grinding your hips down, and he let out a strangled moan, the sound making you shiver.
The next second Nicholas' lips were all over your neck, and your head tilted back involuntarily, mouth opening in a desperate moan. That was before you realised you were still on an event â public event, and that someone could actually catch you making out in a dark corridor.
You tried to form a sentence, but the words died before you could speak, as he sucked the soft skin on the column of your throat: marking you.
"Nick- we need to-", you tried to explain how irresponsible he was being, but he didn't seem to listen; if anything, he got more eager, pressing you flat against the wall, hips moving forward to grind against you.
That's when he opened his eyes and looked into the darkness surrounding you; and he was pleased to see Cooper standing there, leaning against the wall, watching the little show in front of him with interest.
Nicholas smiled as you pulled at his shirt, playing with the buttons, and he kissed your neck once again just to distract you from noticing Cooper.
"Looks like have an audience, doll", he whispered in your ear, and it took you a second to actually process his words; when you did, your eyes shot open.
"Holy shit", you heard a familiar voice; your eyes widened even more in realisation.
Cooper stood there, in the darkness, and if it wasn't for his voice you wouldn't even notice he was there. He took a step closer, and you were surprised to see that he didn't look mad. He didn't look surprised, either. Small smirk made its way onto his face, eyes dark â but it could be all about the shitty lightning.
You bit your lip, not quite knowing what to say. Nicholas took a step back, not a trace of shame or embarrassment on his face; he returned Cooper's gaze, a silent deal made between the two.
You knew Cooper was into guys. You weren't quite sure if he liked girls, too â you never asked, partially because you were scared of the answer. His words made you think that maybe he was into Nicholas, maybe he liked him the way you did. You shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his eyes.
"Well, we are finally getting there", Nicholas said, fixing the bulge in his pants shamelessly, and your gaze lingered on it for a little too long. You wanted â no, needed â more, and getting caught by Cooper of all people didn't exactly help the pulsing between your legs. Nick caught your gaze, playful glint in his eyes, but he looked unaffected. You wondered what he meant, but just before you could ask, he already took your hand and leaded you to the door; Cooper following close behind you.
You were panting, hair messy and lipgloss smudged; most of it stayed on Nicholas' face, though. Your eyes glistened insatiably, his words echoing in your mind like a promise of what was about to come.
You didn't remember the way back to your hotel; when you did get there, though, you felt Nicholas' hand low on your back, Cooper keeping his distance as you walked to one of the boys' room; you couldn't help but wonder if he was mad at what he had witnessed, guilt blooming in your stomach.
Nicholas looked relaxed, though, sending you and Cooper an occasional smile, tracing soft circles onto your back, and you shivered at his touch.
You got to the room 230; you remembered it belonged to both of them. As Cooper unlocked the door, Nicholas' presence behind you like a shadow; you walked in, the tension between the three of you lingering in the air as you made your way to the living room.
"Coop, I...", you started, breaking the silence, as Nicholas disappeared in his own room. The older man didn't look at you when he took his coat off, avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't... We shouldn't have...".
You could tell he was holding himself back as he did everything but look at you, pretending to be extremely busy with his watch.
"I'm not mad, Y/N", he ensured; you raised your eyebrows at the sound of his voice. Hoarse, low and quite strangled.
"Then why won't you look at me? Why won't you talk to me?", you whined, the need to confess everything you felt for him now stronger than ever.
He didn't answer. You sighed, a hint of annoyance now clear in your voice.
You stared at Cooper from a safe distance, taking in the sight in front of you. He looked just as good as Nick: simple but elegant, making you sweat like a dog in heat. A black, plain sweater, dress pants and shoes complimenting his tan skin. His long fingers played with the watch on his wrist, and you couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.
You took the coat off your shoulders, the sudden heat all over your body making you sweat uncontrollably. Your boots clicked against the marble floor as you made your way to the couch, throwing the coat on it carelessly.
You took a deep breath before deciding on what to do next.
"Coop...", you turned to him, and he finally met your eyes. "I want... For the longest time, I...".
The weight of what you were about to confess fell on your shoulders with force, words dying in your throat under his intense gaze.
"She wants to fuck us".
Your eyes widened at the words leaving Nicholas' mouth. You turned to him, he leaned against the doorframe, shirt slightly unbuttoned, dress pants still low on his hips. He must've been there for quite a while, watching you struggle.
"I...", you tried to explain, all of it pointless when he smiled knowingly.
You couldn't lie to then and say that he was wrong; but you couldn't just admit that he was right.
"I'm not doing this", you whimpered, embarrassment filling your whole chest, making it hard to breathe.
"You're not doing what? Admitting the truth? It would be so much easier for us to grant your wishes sooner if you were honest from the start, pretty", Cooper got closer to you by a second, and Nicholas creeped in behind you, the room becoming smaller in a second as you realised that they planned all of this.
Cooper tilted his head, his gaze hardening dangerously as he watched you.
Nicholas' chest pressed against your back, and you whined at the contact; your eyes never left Cooper's, almost as if an invisible string was connecting the two of you.
A wet kiss on the side neck was all it took for your knees to buckle. Before you knew it, Nicholas was devouring the delicate skin of your neck and collarbones, his big hands closing on your hips, making sure you stayed upright.
This is so wrong, you thought when Cooper took a step towards you, and, as if he was testing the waters, leaned over to brush your lips against his. Nicholas licked a wet stripe up your neck, and you arched your back, a quiet whimper leaving your mouth when Cooper came closer, pinning you between his and Nicholas' bodies.
"Tell me you want this", he whispered, voice soft, and you tried to nod, but Nicholas' actions on your neck made you slightly lightheaded. "Tell me".
"I- I do", you breathed out. "Wanted this for so long".
You felt Nick smile against your skin as he pulled away just slightly, his bulge pressing against your ass deliciously. Your mind went blank as Cooper finally pressed his lips to yours, his kiss soft but demanding.
Nicholas squeezed your hips in his big hands, and you whined, clawing at Cooper's chest, the urge to feel his skin on yours overwhelming, and Nicholas was back on you again. He cupped your breasts through the thin material of your bodysuit; you moaned shamelessly, biting on Cooper's lip, the taste of him intoxicating.
You were in one of the boys' room in a blink of an eye. Nicholas grinned at you and sat down on the bed, and your lips were back on his in an instant. He tugged at your hair yet again as you started unbuttoning his shirt; the feeling of his chiselled chest under your fingertips almost making you drool a little.
You pulled away, taking the excess clothing off his body, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You looked at Cooper, his eyes glistening softly as he traced his fingers down your back. You couldn't decide whether to focus on him or Nicholas.
Cooper kissed you again, this time more aggressively, pushing his tongue into your mouth for it to tangle with your own; a groan left his mouth at the taste of you as he held you close, tugging at the material of your bodysuit urgently.
You smiled before pulling away, taking off your shoes â the height difference even more prominent now â before you removed the bodysuit from your body in one, swift movement.
Your back was met with the soft sheets, the boys towering over you, each on opposite sides of the bed. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths, and you thanked yourself for choosing a sexy set of lingerie for the night.
Nicholas' greedy hands were on you, everywhere at once, running over your curves, squeezing the soft skin of your covered breasts. You whined, searching for Cooper's mouth again, and he gladly leaned in, delicate touch lingering on your neck, making sure to leave you panting under him.
"We've talked about it for months", Nick admitted, and Cooper pulled away, nodding at his words.
"We wanted to have you right here, under us, letting us use you however we please", the younger man continued, exposing your boobs with one strong tug at the lacy material of your bra.
You panted when you felt both of their lips on your sensitive skin there. The difference between the two men more prominent than ever now that they were touching you. Cooper's movements were more thoughtful as he pressed wet kisses on the skin of your boob, tongue darting out to circle around your nipple teasingly. Nicholas didn't hold back, biting at the sensitive nub between strong sucks, making you see stars. They complimented each other so well, it actually made you whine and arch your back as you tugged at their hair.
"Holy shit, please", you begged for god knows what, and you almost cried out in relief when Nicholas lowered his head, pressing kisses all over your stomach, before he found the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
Cooper positioned himself so that he could sit behind you, his legs on both sides of your own. He grabbed your thighs, spreading them open for Nicholas; he lowered his head to look at your drenched cunt, a small patch of wetness on the centre of your panties. He hummed, biting the soft skin of your thighs, and when he looked up at you, you felt as if you could come at the sight alone.
Cooper kept one of his hands on your thigh, while the other one travelled up your stomach, between your boobs, brushing against your hard nipples just for a second.
"Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear softly in the exact moment when Nicholas' lips pressed against your clothed pussy. He placed a dirty, open mouthed kiss on the center, and you shivered, head lulling back against Cooper's shoulder.
"Answer him, doll", Nick demanded; voice sharp and dangerously low as he watched the way your jaw went slack, mouth opening in a quiet whimper.
"She sounds so pretty", the older man smirked, and you felt his bulge press against your back. His grip on your tight tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.
"Nick, please, yes- I'm sure", your eyes opened involuntarily as he moved your panties to the side, your wet cunt now exposed to the cool air around you.
"Holy shit", Nicholas smiled, tilting his head while his thumb pressed against your clit. The touch was barely there, but it didn't fail to send jolts of electricity down your spine. "She's so wet, Cooper. Almost dripping all over my sheets".
Cooper hummed softly right into your ear and you twitched against both of them. They were talking as if you weren't there, and it made you embarrassingly more turned on.
"Yeah?", he rasped, the sound making you shiver against them. One of Cooper's hands travelled down to brush against your puffy clit. You moaned as they both touched you; Nicholas' fingers slowly dipping into your entrance, the wetness coating your walls making it easy for him to stretch you out. Cooper's thoughtful touch graced the button hiding between your folds. His touch so delicate, unlike Nicholas' â his fingers moved slowly but steadily, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in.
You were breathless; your chest heaved with uneven breaths, one of Cooper's hand resting on your boob â not putting any pressure, just letting you feel his hands on your overheated body.
"So good, oh shit-", you managed to get out as your back arched off the bed; Nicholas was quick to hold your hips down with his unoccupied hand. His wrist moved faster now, along with Cooper's; they found just the right rhythm to make you go crazy without making you come too fast.
Whimpers left your mouth as you gripped Cooper's thighs, your nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave marks.
"You're right, she's practically soaking our hands", Cooper murmured, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Your eyes fell closed for a second, before his free hand reached to grab your neck â pressing with pressure that made you slightly lightheaded, but not with enough force to choke you. Your eyes flew open; Cooper looked down at you, his darkened eyes making your legs shake.
"Don't close your eyes, darling", he held your throat harder; both of their hands moving in sync, determined to get you to your peak. "Please", you whispered pathetically, turning your eyes to Nicholas, who was watching you the whole time. His mouth formed into a dirty, open mouthed smirk, sending sparks of electricity down your spine.
Holy shit.
"Are you close, doll?" Nicholas asked, his voice raspier than you've ever heard before. You nodded frantically, the coil in your stomach ready to snap any second now. You whined when Cooper's fingers left your clit and Nick slowed down.
"No, fuck!", you cried out, hips bucking into Nicholas' hand, and they both definitely didn't like it.
You felt a strong sting on your left breast, Cooper's hand slapping it roughly.
"Look at her, practically crying for us to make her cum", Nicholas tutted, his drenched fingers scissoring into your cunt. Before you could come up with a smart reply, his mouth was all over you.
He pressed a wet kiss right on your clit. You squirmed; Cooper held both of your boobs in his big hands as he watched Nicholas devour you with a satisfied smile on his face, index finger and thumb tugging on your nipples experimentally.
Nicholas held your gaze as he licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. He sucked the little button between his lips, tongue tracing circles around it, his fingers inside of you moving with precision, hitting just the right spot every time.
"She tastes so sweet, Coop", he groaned between licks, winking at you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake around his head.
"Oh, I bet she does", Cooper replied breathlessly and he forced your face towards him; his mouth meeting yours instantly, tongue playing with yours as he swallowed your moans.
"I'm-", you weren't able to finish the sentence, before Nicholas sucked on your clit particularly hard, his fingers moving swiftly inside of you, and you could feel your orgasm nearing.
"Come for us", Cooper whispered softly, fingers playing with your stiff nipples non-stop as you whimpered into his mouth.
"Yeah, baby, come on, make a mess for us", Nicholas pulled away only enough to watch your face twist in pure bliss, the sight of you kissing Cooper while he pleasured you turning him on more than it should.
You cried out, one last withdraw of Nicholas' fingers and your back arched off the bed; they didn't stop you this time. Cooper pulled away to watch your face as you wet Nicholas' hand, creaming all over his thick fingers.
You were breathless, eyes threatening to close, but instead they widened, when Nicholas got up from his knees, grabbing Cooper's hair, and then kissing him.
Obscene sounds left both of their mouths as Nick let Cooper taste you on his tongue. You watched the scene shamelessly, your pussy clenching around nothing as Cooper sucked on Nicholas' mouth before pulling away.
"You're right, she tastes fucking divine", he breathed out, grinning at you and Nick, eyes clouded with lust.
Your legs closed, the earth shattering orgasm leaving you spent and limp between their bodies.
Your head fell against Cooper's chest, and he wrapped his arms around you in an instant.
Nick smiled at the sight of you, so defenceless and spent after only his fingers and mouth.
He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, and you murmured something incoherent, almost falling asleep right there and then.
"No. I wanna cuddle", you whined when Cooper and Nicholas tried to pull away, but they were quick to obey. Cooper laid you on your side, his chest pressed firmly against your back, and Nicholas laid down on his back, letting you rest your head against his own chest. He played with your hair mindlessly, and you were fast to fall asleep, nothing but happiness filling both your heart and mind.
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Space Marine Cuddle Pile PT 2
Continuation of this.
@wolf-feathers12 you owe me fifty cookies and Iâm gluten free
Imagine:
Titus is not quite new anymore to the watch. Heâs slowly opening up to his squad mates but still is apprehensive. The mission has been a success and his squad wants to celebrate. They worked well together. But Titus does not wish to participate. He is bitter and mournful. News that the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, had returned came through a few days ago. He was overjoyed at hearing that. But he doesnât get to celebrate. Not when heâs dishonored his chapter. Not when heâs a black shield. Not when he canât celebrate with his brothers. Before he can go to the training cages, a squad mate pulls him back, not taking no for an answer. He may have not told them his chapter and was using another name but they can tell how hard the last few days have been. Rather than celebrating they all huddle together, one with another. They miss each of their chapters and brothers. But they can find comfort in one another. Itâs a moment of reprieve for the ex-captainâs broken heart.
As an Emperorsâ children you are far more prone to cuddling than one might think. You were always underestimated. Many scoffed at your legion and chalked you up to pompous and egotistical men. Some of that was true but it didnât make it hurt any less. Even more hurtful was the rejection of your Primarch. He didnât want you or your brothers. He would not lead. You all were so desperate that some followed his clone when he showed up. Youâre all scattered and trying what you can to make Fulgrim proud and have him return. Sometimes the rejection hurts so much youâll curl up together in a pile. Pretending the weight is your Primarch, welcoming you back and saying that youâve done well. That youâre worthy of his love. Those who are a part of war bands tend to be flock to bigger Astartes. Craving large and warm arms to wrap around you and say itâs okay. Youâre not useless or worthless. Youâre not an object or disposable.
Little known fact about Iron Warriors. You will cuddle anyone but your own legion. Youâre so touch starved and refuse to ask for it due to how the chapter is. Cuddling your brothers? Revolting. Your Primarch wonât do it. Cold and refusing to show any weakness. But the minute any other traitor Astartes wants to start a pile or even a daemon or cultist request a hug, youâre there. You will not say anything and youâre definitely not saying no. You will just join in. If you see a cuddle pile you wonât ask, youâre suddenly in the middle. Emperorâs Children tend to like Iron Warriorâs for this reason. Might as well write âFree Hugsâ on the back of their armor.
Newly joined Blood Angels feeling the psychic wound of their genefathers death. The looming of the red thirst and the chance of falling to the black rage. Their new brothers hold them in a large mass. Safe and warm to let them know that theyâre not alone. They all feel the pain. They all mourn their father and fallen brethren. They all share it. So they share their hugs and affection.
Black Templars having massive sermons where the chaplain gets emotional and they all hold one another as they recite prayers. Hold each other up. Being strong like Dorn. Their Primarch isnât here but they are here for each other.
Night Lords will cram themselves into dark and tight places to hide, entangled in each otherâs arms. Their Primarch was mad and didnât care for them. They have to care for each other. Everything they do is vile and violent. Except for this. Ever so gentle touches, protective embraces, the most tender of running hands through hair, gentle head butting. They are one of the most affectionate legions but only with each other. Silent as they relish in each otherâs deep rooted sadness and hatred for themselves and solace of being with one another.
Lorgar finally has a moment of silence as the word bearers are escorted away from Monarchia by the Ultramarines. The emperorâs wrath had been fierce. He ends up dropping to his knees and pulling his closest son into an embrace. The others around him move forward without thinking. He pulls so many into his arms, has them laying their heads on his shoulders and back. Pressing their cheeks and foreheads to his own as he cries prayers he wrote. They were innocent! Loyal to him! He had done this for him! All that work! It was a gift! A tribute! He just burned it away! Killed them all. Rejected it. Heâs in so much pain and anger but having his sons close eases it a bit.
Magnus clings to his sons. They donât react as dust swirls within the armor. Foolish stupid Ahriman. He had managed to save the remaining few and bring them into the warp. Relieved that they all werenât dead. This seemed worse though. He presses a kiss to the top of oneâs helmet, praying that thereâs some bit of conscious in there. Those that were unaffected are huddled behind him as his new wings caress them.
He wasnât very affectionate. Mortarion had grown up shying away from it and he rarely indulged in cuddle piles. But after so many had died from horrid plagues and sicknesses, he had to pledge himself to Nurgle. It didnât matter though. His sons were saved and himself. He had sat himself on the ground and big then to come forth. Some were nuzzled into his side, a few rested their heads on his torso. He was surrounded by his sons. Safe. He didnât care what it had taken or what would happen next.
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A Mess
title : A Mess
pairing : Jungkook x Reader
genre : kpop smut, enemies to lovers, jungkook smut, bts smut, 21+ content
warning : doggystyle, hair - pulling, name calling, spitting, choking, spanking, over-stimulation, edging, pain-kink, very dirty content
Summary : two exes that reunite ? that canât be bad. Besides, they hate each other nothings gonna happen .. or is it??
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âY/N !! Welcome in youâre just in time!â âYou lucky i came here early enoughâ Me and Hobi laughed as he grabbed my coat and belongings to set them on the hangers. âYou didnât tell me whoâs all gonna be hereâ âOh that reminds me, iâm pretty sure you dont wanna see -â âY/N!!â Jennie jumped up and hugged me as i hugged her back with the same level of comfort. âHeyy guys!! Look everyoneâs all here itâs a full house looks like iâm lateâ I said as Jennie stood to my side still having her arm wrapped around me as i did the same.
âWeâre just getting started we have a handful of snacks movies and all this weekend is PLANNED to the max!â I smiled as everyone laughed at Yoongiâs enthusiasm. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a familiar presence as my body felt tense. âWhatâs wrong?â âI donât feel right ⊠why do i feel odd?â i whispered back to Jennie as my body became even more tense. âOh no .. itâs one of them feelings where that uncomfortable sits itâs you?â i nodded, looking around. âitâs getting strongerâ âOkkk i hope y/nâs here because i am ready to get this party started-â me and Jennie looked at the same time and saw Namjoon holding a bowl of popcorn ,
And Jungkook, holding banana milk.
My breath hitched , seeing him as i quickly looked away. âFound itâ I whispered, Jennie looking back at me as she figured it out. âIs it too late to say i have plans?â âOh itâs long overdueâ Joon replied as he bear hugged me. âYou didnât tell me that he was here!â âThats what i was trying to tell you!! Donât let him, ruin what we have going on tonight ok? Do it for me!â I rolled my eyes as the three of them did puppy eyes at me. âOk ok fine fine, but iâm sleeping in MY room whoever claimed my room gon get the hell up outta thereâ âDealâ Hobi responded as i sighed and Jennie dragged me to a spot next to her. Which was also next to Jungkook.
Whyâd it had to be next to him.
âHello Y/Nâ i sighed , not having no choice but to say something back. âHey, jungkookâ i responded, sighing as tears wanted to form in my eyes. But i didnât let myself slip, knowing that thatâs all he wanted. âYou doin ok?â i nodded, smiling at the soft looking Taehyung. âYes iâm ok, thank youâ taehyung smiled softly as i felt a glaze on my head. A very jealous, hard glaze that i choose not to participate in. I know that stare all too well.
Trust me.
âWait before we start we forgot our drinks!â Me, Jennie, Joon, and of course Jungkook got up to go get drinks from the kitchen. âHand me a water pleaseâ âIâm giving you sodaâ i replied to Jimin, fake smiling at him before i went to the kitchen before he could say anything else. We all grabbed something giving it to each other as i looked in the fridge for Jiminâs soda. âSo.. howâve you been?â I recognized the voice as i sighed, turning around with the drink in my hand and looked into his eyes. âI-iâve been good, been healthy ⊠what about you?â âIâve been well thank you. You look .. very healthy, you look goodâ I smiled softly, looking down at the marble counter.
âThank you i .. i appreciate it. You as wellâ I said softly, seeing his shy smile appear on his face. âThank you, angelâ i gulped, tears wanting to form as i recognized the nickname. âY-Youâre welcome, kookieâ i looked into his eyes, seeing hidden guilt as our eye contact gained stronger. So strong, that i didnât realize we were inches away from each other. âLook .. no , awkward feelings between us? No bad blood right?â I sighed shakily, looking away as i thought about what he said.
He always knows when somethingâs off, thatâs what special about him. And he really think i can sit here and pretend we didnât go thru ALL of that? No.
âY-Yea .. no bad bloodâ Jungkook obviously knew that wasnât the case. âWhatâs wrong?â âNothing! Nothing uh .. letâs go theyâre waiting for usâ âY/Nâ he stopped me and my movements, making me sigh as i looked into his eyes. âIs there something you not telling me?â âW-Why does it matter !? Weâre done right !? No bad blood Jungkookâ I bursted out, sighing as i realize what i said before going back into the living room, leaving him there. âWhat happened?â âHe wanted not awkward feelings between us, i canât just do that after everything weâve been throughâ i answered Jimin as he sat in between my legs on the ground.
âYou know he isnât over youâ âHeâs definitely over me, you canât sit here and pretend that - all of our shit just got thrown away! I canât do that. And you know itâ I said , sighing for the 4th time. âYou never know, donât sit here and give up on you two like thisâ âI gave up when he broke up with me 2 years agoâ I bitterly said, dunking down my water as anger rose in me.
2 years ⊠of hell.
Author POV
That night was just fun and laughter, watching a total of 5 movies and playing different games around the house. It was now 1 am and the group was sitting in a circle. âAlright, truth or dare yall ready?â We all nodded as Hoseok spin the bottle. âAlright Jin, truth or dareâ âTruthâ âIs it true you and Joon had sex last night?â the group shocked, laughing as Jin and Joonâs eyes widened in shock as their cheeks turned red. âU-Uh ⊠next questionâ The group laughed out loud as he spin the bottle. It landed on Jungkook. âKook, truth or dareâ âDareâ âI dare you ⊠to bite Hobiâs shoulderâ âUMM EXCUSE ME-â Jungkook didnât hesitste to bite Hobiâs shoulder making the 26 year old streak out loud.
âH-HEY!!â The group laughed along with Jungkook as Hoseok pushed him playfully. âAlright, gon head and spinâ Jungkook spun the bottle and it landed on no other than Y/N. Y/Nâs breath hitched as his eyes locked with Kookâs who was already looking at her. âY/N, truth or dareâ She gulped, not evening thinking about picking dare. âTruthâ âYou still love me?â Y/Nâd pupils disappeared as she stared at Jungkook with shock as everyone looked at her in shock.
The group was waiting for her answer, Y/N not having nothing to say. âI-I ⊠excuse meâ Y/N excused herself, getting up quickly with Jimin and Jennie following after her. Joon and Jin looked at Jungkook as his expression was emotionless. Jungkook knew what he was doing, he was just looking for the right moment.
âY/N?â she turned around with red eyes as she faced Jennie and Jimin. âU-Uh .. i think i should call it a nightâ âNooo !! We were sleeping over! You canât let this override youâ âI told youâ Y/N whispered to Jimin as she walked away from the two. But Jungkook heard and saw everything. âKook-â âI got itâ He said, looking at Jennie as he went after Y/N.
He went into her room in the house, seeing her grabbing her belongings. âI did that on purposeâ She looked and locked eyes with the hurt looking boy. âJungkook i donât want to talkâ âYes you doâ She sighed, knowing deep down she did. âOk, ok - fine! You want the truth!?â Y/N yelled, going to him and stopped when they were inches. âYes! Of course IM STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU! You didnât think i wouldnât after everything weâve been through !? You broke up with ME! ME JUNGKOOK! I am HURT , i am in DISBELIEF, and i donât want nothing to do with this conversation. You got your fair shareâ
Y/N turned to leave but Jungkook pulled her by the arm and smashed his lips onto hers. She didnât dare to fight back knowing he was stronger than her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss got heated. They felt every emotion between the two as he picked her up, closing the door with his foot as he led them to the bed and set her down gently. âT-The others-â âI donât careâ Jungkook spat, going into her neck sucking on all her sweet spots as Y/N moaned softly at the pleasure she was feeling.
Jungkook did what he could, love hearing Y/N moan for him as he felt the tugs in his hair by her fingers. âM-More ⊠kookâ âI know, i missed youâ He kissed her once again, taking off her clothes and his as well with ease as he touched every single part of her body. His fingers made it to his well to her soaking hood, sticking his fingers inside ever so easily having Y/N roll her head back and her back to arch as the pleasure rode over her.
âFuck! Daddyâ âYea there you go moan for meâ He scissored her as her moans began to become louder at the pleasuer. Sheâs missed this, having jungkook all over her having him take control over her. Over her body like this. She did anything. âFuck! Yess daddy yes, just like thatâ âYou like that? My baby likes that huh? Deep in that pussy like thatâ Y/N moaned louder at the dirty whispers in her ear. âM-More, i want more!â Jungkook went down and started to suck her out like his last meal on earth.
Jungkook dreamed of this after the first week they broke up. It was devastating to him, and he wanted her to know that she was still his. Even after everything that happened between him. Wanted to make her feel as much good as he could possible.
âJust like that, fuck - daddy right there right there right there- FUCK!â âItâs ok angel, stand stillâ He pressed her hips down, his tongue going deeper as his thumbs smoothed over her hips bones making her go crazy. âIâm close ⊠daddy i wanna cumâ âCum for me princess, you can do it i know you can. You can cum for daddyâ Y/Nâs moans turned into choked - out whines and soon came on his face, Jungkook pleased as he sucked up every drop as he calmed her down.
âThatâs my good girl, there she goâ Y/N moaned softly at the praise as he got up and kissed her once again as he turned her around. âYou ready?â Jungkook asked softly, kissing her back as Y/N nodded. âY-Yes, yes iâm readyâ Jungkook wasted no time, sticking it inside as Jungkook huffed at the tightness that welcomed him inside. âO-Ok ⊠take it slow itâs been a minuteâ âI donât wanna hear that shitâ Jungkook grabbed her hips, fucking her vigorously as Y/N grabbed onto the sheets below her and screamed inside the pillow.
âDonât fucking hide from meâ He took the pillow and threw it on the ground making Y/Nâs moans visible to him. âFuuuuck it feels so good, it feels so fucking good!â âThat pussy missed me huh, it missed me didnât she. I know she missed that cock yea? You missed me fucking your like this?â âYesss yes i missed you daddy, i missed you daddy fuck!â Jungkook felt pleased hearing that Y/N felt the same way, showing no mercy as his dick went deeper inside of her.
The night went on, Jungkook taking all the time he could possible as they fucked till their limits. Now in missionary as he pounded his dick deep inside her. Jungkookâs hand slithered to her half - way bruised neck as he held it. âY-Youâre not going nowhere, just remember that. Youâre here and youâre h-here to stay. You understand?â âN-Nowhere, nowhere daddyâ âGood girl, come onâ he went faster, his hips grabbing energy as Y/N moaned her way to her orgasm. âI-Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna cum daddy please!â âCum angel, you got it thatâs my good girl. Thatâs my good girlâ Y/N got motivated, squirting all over his dick as Jungkook came soon after.
They both reached their high, breathing heavily at the sexual night they had as Jungkook grabbed strength to sit himself up and clean themselves. He cleaned her throughly, putting her in a shirt as he got into sum sweats and he went back to her, setting his muscular body on her.
âDonât go anywhere, please. Iâm sorry i - i didnât know what i was thinking i really do apologize-â Y/N kissed him, interrupting his sentence as Jungkook returned it. âI forgive you, iâm not going anywhereâ Y/N whispered. âBesides ⊠who else could put up with you and your bullshit?â The two laughed, kissing each other again sweetly as they held on tightly.
Jungkook didnât let her go. And Y/N didnât either.
Just a mess.
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đïž SAY IT â PSH
in which . . . communication comes into play when in need â psh x f! reader àšà§ est relationship! au wc tba ă» w kissing, light angst, sunghoon is bad at saying his feelings, lowk projected on sunghoon lmao + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !
A/N đ i know this is my 3rd sunghoon work on this account but idc!! sunghoon is my man đđđđđđđđ„đ„đ„ cupidhoons nation is so back....i Fink....also thank you for all the love on my jake work!! luv u all :)
"IF YOU LOVE ME, BABY, LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT."
The words escape your lips before you can stop them, and for a moment, you want to reach out, to catch them in the air, to take them back. But itâs too late now. They hang between you and Sunghoon in the dimly lit living room, where the shadows deepen the silence around you.
The night feels quiet, too quiet, as if itâs holding its breath with you. Outside, a car hums softly in the distance, and the faint scent of rain lingers in the air from a quick drizzle earlier in the evening. Everything feels heavyâespecially the silence between you and him.
Sunghoon shifts on the other side of the couch, his posture stiff as he looks away from you. You canât read his expression from here, but his hands fidget with the cuff of his sweater. Heâs always been composed, cool, almost unbothered. But now, you catch the briefest hint of vulnerability breaking through.
You hug your knees to your chest, wishing you hadnât said anything, wishing the words hadnât escaped so easily. But itâs been building up for a while now. Each little unspoken moment, every lingering look, all the times he showed up when you needed him without you even asking. Itâs like heâs always thereâbut youâve never heard him say it, never heard the words that would solidify what youâve both been dancing around.
âMaybe that was too much,â you murmur, trying to ease the tension, though your heart sinks a little at the admission. âI know youâre not the most⊠vocal.â
He glances at you, his jaw tight, and you wonder if heâs angry or frustrated or maybe just as unsure as you are. Itâs so rare to see him falter that it almost makes you feel worse. His confidence, the easygoing nature he wears like armor, seems to crumble, just a bit.
âItâs not too much,â he says finally, voice low but steady. âItâs just⊠new.â
He looks down at his hands, his fingers still pulling at the edges of his sleeve. You watch the small movement, that simple fidget, and it feels like youâre seeing a version of Sunghoon he doesnât often show. Your heart aches, but thereâs a warmth there too, a small reassurance that maybe this means something to him too.
âNew doesnât mean bad,â you whisper, taking a chance as you edge a little closer to him on the couch. âWeâve been⊠whatever this is, for a while now. I just thoughtâŠâ You trail off, not quite able to finish the thought, afraid of pushing him too far.
He looks up at you, and for a moment, thereâs a softness in his eyes, a gentleness that feels almost overwhelming. âIâm not used to saying those kinds of things,â he admits, his voice a little softer now, a little more open. âNot because I donât feel them, but because Iâm afraid Iâll say the wrong thing. That maybe⊠it wonât be enough.â
You realize heâs always been someone who expresses himself in other waysâthrough the small gestures, like remembering to bring your favorite drink, or giving you his jacket without a word when you shiver, or even just sitting with you in comfortable silence when words feel too heavy.
Your hand reaches out, hesitantly, and gently rests on top of his. You feel the warmth of his skin beneath your touch, his fingers stilling as they instinctively relax under your hand. âIt doesnât have to be perfect, Sunghoon. I just want to know that itâs real.â
His gaze shifts to your hand on his, his fingers turning slowly to intertwine with yours. The movement is slow, almost careful, like heâs testing out the weight of the feeling. He doesnât let go.
âI donât know how to say it the way you might want to hear it,â he says, finally meeting your eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut⊠when Iâm with you, it feels like everything makes sense. Like I donât have to try to be someone else, because you see me as I am. And that⊠that matters to me.â
Your breath catches. Itâs not a declaration of love, not in the way you might have imagined, but somehow it feels even more real, like heâs opening up a piece of himself he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
He shifts closer, his hand still holding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with a tenderness that makes your heart race. âI care about you,â he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet sincerity. âMore than I thought I ever could.â
The room feels warmer, like everything is slowing down, grounding you in this moment with him. And for the first time, you realize that his silence, his hesitations, arenât because he doesnât careâbut because he cares so much, he doesnât want to risk saying something that might hurt you.
You smile softly, squeezing his hand in return. âThatâs all I needed to hear.â
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, a rare, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. He leans a little closer, his free hand coming up to gently cup your face. You feel your heart race, the warmth of his touch grounding you as he leans in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your forehead. Itâs gentle, like heâs afraid of breaking the moment, but thereâs a tenderness there that says more than words ever could.
When he pulls back, his gaze lingers on you, his eyes filled with a quiet promise.
âJust⊠be patient with me,â he whispers. âI might not say it often, but⊠Iâll show you. In all the ways I can.â
You nod, your heart feeling lighter than it has in days, maybe even weeks. Because now you understandâyou donât need grand gestures or perfect words. You just need him, here with you, in these little moments, his hand in yours and his quiet, steady presence filling up all the empty spaces in your heart.
And for tonight, thatâs enough.
#àŁȘ đ àšà§ âđ â MADEWiTHLOVE.#sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#sunghoon imagines#enhypen smau#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon enhypen#sunghoon angst
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I remember you did something kind of similar already, but I was thinking what if Vagastorm had an S/O that can or likes to carry them around sometimes? :3c
Omg I am obsessed with your art btw đđ I love it so so much, it always makes me laugh!!!!
And yesss I did it here!! Which is wow a LONG time ago so I'd love to give it a go again, with a fresher opinion on them all hehehe
Vagastrom with a S/O that loves to carry them around (with pictures ?!)
Alan
He's absolutely horrified with this situation
Please put him down
Doesn't matter if you're EXTREMELY strong, he still thinks and acts as if he could hurt you even if he's not doing anything
Literally the type of guy that needs to go through exposure therapy in order to get used to the most minuscule touches
So you'll have to work hard until he allows you to carry him around sometimes
You can begin slow, after he's used to you hugging him
You can go for a hug, squeeze him tight and then finally lift him for a few seconds
He'll still be alarmed, but slowly he'll get used to your random bursts of affection that lead to you carrying him around
Once he's used to it, however, he thinks it's actually kind of relaxing
Feeling weightless for a little while in your arms is an unexpected bonus of his relationship with you
And he won't lie that it brings him great comfort that you're strong
Don't get him wrong, he still acts as if you're easily breakable
But maybe not as much... Just a little bit đ€
Alan before he got used to being carried vs Alan after he got used to being carried
Leo
Oh he LOOOOVES it
But only when he wants it, of course
As soon as he realizes you are strong enough to carry him around, he WILL be using this opportunity to be as lazy as possible
What do you expect from the guy who is plenty capable of doing anything with his ghoul strength but still asks Alan to open cans for him đ
You will become his little lackey whenever he wants to be carried and you will 100% like it
Some of those weird cats are going around cleaning the dorm? Get up and carry him somewhere else xox
He found a new trend on tiktok abt partners carrying each other? Come here real quick and let him film a new video for his feed thx
Now YOU want to carry him out of nowhere when he didn't ask for it??
Now that's some audacity
Be ready to either be pushed away or to have some bubblegum stuck on your face for a long time đ«¶
He's like a poisonous animal, except instead of shooting out venom when he's distressed, he shoots out hazardous, life-threatening bubblegum
But hey, you should know better...
Don't pet the cat if the cat doesn't wanna be pet, duh
Leo when he doesn't want to be carried vs when he wants to be carried
Sho
He finds it extremely embarrassing
No, you don't understand. He LIKES it. And THAT'S why it's embarrassing.
When you come running towards him while he's working, hug him tight and then lift and spin him around...
And he knows he's blushing like a fucking school girl in front of all of his customers..........
Please stop đ€
Actually, no. Don't stop. But please do that in private so he won't lose face in front of his customers.
Especially in front of that kid from Frostheim who he almost beat up. How is he going to defend his pride when he's tucked all comfortable and cute in your arms, being held high???????
Toxic masculinity aside, he loves to be carried by you
Loves to feel like you like him so much that you can't help but hold him so tight like that
He does the same to you and soon it becomes a competition of who's gonna carry who first when you two meet afterhours at his room
His favorite thing, however, is when he manages to kiss you while he's being carried
If you're going to make him all flustered like a little lovesick dumbass, then you bet he's gonna do the same to you đ«”âŒïž
Sho when he's screaming inside and blushing bc you're carrying him in public vs Sho when you two are alone
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đ Hornet boyfriend - Vesper
Gender-neutral reader, Soft, domestic, cozy. ~700 words
He had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, hugging you close. The combined warmth of his embrace and all your pillows made it impossible to even open your eyes or try to move away. Not that you want to, anyway.
With a half-asleep mind, you snuggled closer to Vesper, feeling his abdomen gently vibrate, indicating his similar comfort.
Despite resembling a human, his anatomy and behaviors are completely different, making it quite challenging to understand each other at first. However, a few tentative weeks and many bakery trips later, you're now happily dating your adorable hornet boyfriend.
Vesper is the kindest hornet humanoid you have ever met (not that you have met many others like him in this small town), and he treats you like you're his light. Always cooking and baking your favorite pastries, gifting you flowers from his own personal garden, treating you with care and always being there to help you, ... You couldn't have asked for a more attentive boyfriend, even if he does make dumb decisions sometime.
You suddenly feel his antennas gently prod at your cheek, something he unconsciously does to make sure you're still safely tucked in his arms. The sensation tickled, and it made you let out a chuckle, the sound immediately waking him up.
"Mm... morning, honey." His voice lowly sounded out behind your nape. Strong arms moved to gently lift you over him so that you're now laying on his toned body. You've always wondered why he's so riped despite being a baker most of the time. But every time you asked, he just blushed and refused to answer.
"Morning, babe." You replied with a lazy smile as you start tracing the pattern on his chest. His skin has a much more smooth, leathery texture than humans, with certain parts like his spine or serratus being hard as a rock.
"Did you sleep well?" You could feel his arms circling around your waist again, holding you close as his gaze fixed on your fingers. In return, you also looked up to stare at your boyfriend.
Vesper has some super unique eyes. They stretch around his head and allow him to have an almost 360° field of view. Not only that, his sclerosis are pitch black, making the golden irises seem like they're glowing.
"Yeah. You were incredibly warm, it's hard not to feel comfortable." You smiled at him with half lidded eyes as you laid your crossed arms on his chest. Those gorgeous eyes crinkled and his mandibles vibrate in glee. You know he's blushing right now because the tips of his antennas are going crazy (a small habit he just can't get rid of). Usually you would start teasing him more and more just to make him flustered; But the atmosphere right now is too soft for anything else other than to enjoy each other's company.
The bed has slowly transformed into a big, cozy nest for the both of you ever since he moved in. What used to be a plain old one person bed now has extra room to fit even a table. You could have sworn every time you come home from work, there would be a new pillow tucked neatly on the crowded bed. When you asked him about this, he just gave you a goofy smile and insisted it's 'necessary'.
Not to mention all the potted plants that have materialized all over the house. Some normal and harmless, while some almost bit off your spatula. Vesper still loves all of them, though, and it's partly your fault for always giving in to his big, adorable pleading eyes whenever he brought home, yet another random plant he found at the flea market.
It's hard to deny him when you know the moment you sigh and nod, he would immediately buzz up in joy and nearly suffocate you in a hug.
Overall, your life has been throughly turned upside down by Vesper, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Come on, let's go water the plants. Anymore minute and your 'sunshine' (a poisonous flower he got from a sketchy dealer) might start eating the birds again."
"Ah, don't worry, I fed it all the birds last night."^^
"..."
"YOU WHAT?!"
#hornet himbo#i seriously didnt think a sketch of him would get so much attention-uhh#new lore coming up soon#hornet boyfriend#monster#monster x human#monster x reader#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#terato#fluff#monster lover#digital art#original character#oc#monster oc
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Villian and Violent
SPOILER WARNING ! SPOILER WARNING ! SPOILER WARNING!
If you haven't watched Outer Banks season 4 part 2, DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT READ THIS
AN: this fic is strictly for @jlovesjj, I DO NOT write for Rafe <3, she is just a very very sad girl, in light of the recent events, I am trying to provide her with any comfort so she can stop crying. Thank you and good day.
Pairing: Rafe x Reader, bsf!JJ x reader
Warnings: It's sad, angst, death, violence, not edited (She's impatient)
You all look up to the statue that the crown was hopefully in. All you you could barely see due to the sand storm enclosing you all.
"Hey! I'm gonna go up and scope it out!" Rafe shouts over the deafening wind in your ears.
"I'm not leaving it up to him!" JJ shouts back to the group, you can practically feel Rafe rolling his eyes as he grabs your hand. Like hell is he letting you leave his sight.
"No, I'm with you!" Kiara says, joining JJ. You look back and barely see Sarah and John B struggling, She doesn't look okay, so you hear JJ shout to them.
"Hey! John B, you two sit this one out, okay? We'll find the crown..." That's the last you heard as you and Rafe make your way up the hill. Once you make it to the top of the hill, you and Rafe both meet each other's eyes. Then he starts trying to climb up the statue, he doesn't get three feet up, before the wind knocks him back down, You look at him and realise once he stands back up that it wasn't just the wind it was also his hand still bothering him. He holds it close you his chest, looking at you as both Kiara and JJ come racing up the hill.
"Hey! I can't get up there, not with this hand!" He shouts at JJ and Kie. You see them both have a conversation that you can't hear, even with them a few feet away, it's hard to hear yourself think.
"Right now this is our chance! They've taken everything away from us. They're not gonna take this too!" He pulls down his mouth covering so Kiara can hear him better. "I gotta do this, I gotta do this for all of us. I mean, hey, it was my fault to begin with. So, I mean, I should be the one to fix it."
They hug each other and JJ moves over to you and Rafe, getting ready to climb. You step up to him and say, "Hey, you're my best friend, so don't do anything stupid."
He hugs you and speaks, "I'll try."
He lets you go and looks to Rafe, Rafe helps him step up onto the platform, "You got it!"
"Hey! You'll get your cut!" JJ yells, before beginning his climb up. Rafe and you both climb down to stand with Kie and watch JJ as he moves up the statue. You hold Kiara's hand as you watch some of the old loose rocks fall around him. Suddenly he's only hanging on by one hand. You gasp as Kiara shouts his name.
Once he finally gets himself to the large platform you feel as though you can finally take a breath. As you watch JJ you hear a voice. "They have to be up here!"
You all meet each others eyes, Rafe speaks first, "Shit, here they come."
Kie shouts to JJ, trying to get his attention, but he seems confident that he can get the crown in time. "Hey! You stay here. I'll go down and buy us some time."
Kiara nods as you step to go with Rafe, "What? Rafe, are you crazy? They'll kill you!"
"I'm a killer too, I've got nothing to lose." He shouts then looks at you, "You're staying here."
"You can't make me." You yells back firmly. He knows that there is no use in fighting and you're losing time. he makes his way down the hill with you trailing behind him.
Rafe makes you stay back as you approach the group of Mercenaries, he has the luck of the storm not his side, so that they don't see him coming. He goes and cuts the man from behind, as he works with that man you see one heading your way. You're by the man's side so while he looks through the scope of his gun you shove the barrel down and jam the butt of the gun into his jaw. It knocks him down for a second before you step back and he grabs your ankle, tripping you. You stumble as he gets up and he makes his way towards you. Without any weapon, you're out of luck, he's already grabbed his gun, so you make a run for it.
You head into the small village, trying to outrun the guy. You stumble into a deserted house and looks for anything that could be considered a weapon.
"Come out you little bitch!" he shouts, by the door frame of the house, she sees the barrel of the gun and jumps out for the behind the wall and slams a stone to his head. Blood starts flowing from the top of his head, but that only slowed him down and made him more angry. He did happen to drop his gun of the impact, you grab it and slam the butt of the gun to his forehead before you can even think about what you're doing. he falls to the ground with a heavy 'thump', and you finally take a breath. You hang onto the gun, just for safekeeping, as you set a mission to find Rafe. That's when you hear a soft gunshot in the distance, you immediately perk up and try to run to the source, but with this wind and all the walls that carried it, it could be from anywhere. You head down different passageways and alleys and houses.
Once you travel far enough and the storm starts slowing down, you can finally hear something. You think it's Rafe, your worst fear is him being hurt or worse but what you come upon is much worse than anything you can imagine. You can now recognize that the sounds you heard was not in fact Rafe, it was Kie, she was leaning onto JJ's legs, crying, then you realise the small movements of JJ's chest is gone, that he sits there lifeless. You drop the heavy gun and start to tear up, Kiara doesn't even look your way, you don't think she even cares about anything other than JJ in this moment.
You start to feel your knees buckle before strong arms wrap around your middle, You'd try to get them off but you realise you have no more fight left in your body, after the days of being on the run with lack of food and water, it's finally caught up to you, and all it took was seeing your best friends body lifeless on the ground. You move a little, mumbling something about getting off of you and then you hear a whisper, "It's me, It's me."
At the sound of you boyfriends soft you, you finally let yourself fall, letting out a horrendous sound out of the back of your mouth. Rafe lets his back fall down the wall with you in his arms. You both sit the on the stone in each others arms as he rocks you back and forth.
You can't even think, a life without your best friend in it's not a life worth living.
Rafe shushes you, saying soft words into your ears. You don't even notice when the rest of the group stumbles upon you guys, you don't think you even care.
You feel pathetic as Rafe carries you back, he has to set you down to go up a large sand dune, but he doesn't let go of your hand at any point. You sit next to him as he buries a grave for JJ's body, you watch him as he lowers it into the sand, you shake as he slowly covers it back up with sand.
You sit with your back to his front as you sit before the fire. You have cried all your tears, your eyes feel dry and body feels weak, as Rafe supports your body. Your eyes get heavy as Rafe whispers to you, "you'll be alright, I promise."
You don't believe him, you think he's lying, but it was nice to hear anyways.
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*hi-hi, can I request Alpha Trion and his ward (reader) who studied with him when he was a sparkling, now (reader) has grown up, and they saw each other again, (reader) had to change his character and color (I hope I put it correctly) in order not to be killed, (the reader) is incredibly glad to see his teacher again and cried and hugged to death
I am more then happy to do request from any one and the idea sounded so cute. i hope you will enjoy it dear friend.
Little sparkling - big cat
Another day in Iacon city filled with all buissy life â every one had somewhere to be, something to do. Even Primes. Being leaders of entire nation was not easy â they had to deal with laws, taxes, had to attend courts and just make sure every thing ran smooth.
Alpha Trion let out a grumble of exhaustion, tossing another tablet on to the table, next to the other neatly stacked pile of it. Laws. Why they had to be so difficult to deal with. Not a day passes by where there is a new document brought to him by Sentinel about some new law, some one misbehaving or reports about quintessons. He is tiered of this, but he has to keep on going. A sudden noise of small peds alerted him, moving a hand away from his aching head and turned to the side, to see a little sparkling happily run in to archives. Without a second of though, he smiled.
âAh, I see it is another day for our little adventure? â he chuckled softly, getting up from his chair.
This little sparkling was one if a few thing he was looking forward seeing. Every day this little sparkling would make itâs way here, away from their proto-hatcher, all way up here just to have a field day in archives. Trion still remembers the first day he saw them, seating by the shelf, wiggling their little peds as they scrolled though pad for sparklingâs, grinning widely. They did not even noticed him until it was to late, looking up with big orange optics filled with shock. After that he made sure that this little one was safe and would be happy every time this sparkling visited them, with permission of their proto-hatcher of course.
He chuckled softly as the little one giggled and hugged his ped, looking up at him with happiness, excited for another history lesson. Not wanting to disappoint them Alpha Trion lifted them up, comfortable settling them in his arms.
âReady? What shell we learn about today?â he asked with smile, walking though countless shelf with sparkling looking around with wide eyes like of they were in a candy store âhow about we learn somethingâ Trion hummed as he scanned though pads âah, there we goâ
He pulled one pad out and turned it on, the bright light attracting sparklingâs opticks towards it, focusing on letters. He gently moved it closer to them, letting their little digits wrap around what must be huge pad for them and slowly read out what the pad said.
âM. Ma. Marti. Martial art. Martial arts!â proud of them self the sparkling looked up with smile, hugging the pad âwhatâs martial arts?â
âitâs art of fightingâ little one let out a gasp of amusement, smiling even wider, earning a chuckle from Trion âI knew you would like something like this. You look like a fighting spirit.â
âFighting spirit?â small one coked their head, confused âwhat is that?â
âit means you are strongâ Trion explained, returning to the table, settling little one on table. â so, do you want me to read or?
âI want to! I can do it â the little one proudly proclaimed, making Trionâs spark flicker with warmth. It only been few cycle since they started reading by them self and they were very proud of this achievement. Though, even if Trion was embarrassed to admit it, he would miss reading for them. He leaned on table, supporting his head with his arm as he pationly listened to little one started reading the pad. Stumbling over some word, with which he helped. It was a very peaceful moment and he craved it very much. This little ball of joy brought peace to his turbulent life and he started thinking of something. What of he can train them? They look interested by the book about martial arts, so why not to teach them. Surely he will have to be a bit harsher, yet still, it be nice to have them by his side. After all he sort of though of them as his sparkling as well. And not that their proto-hatcher would mind it. They seemed quite happy to know that their little one was under his care. He watched them read with peace, time to time saying hi to his fellow primes, who would swoop in to place some more work pads on his table and coo over the little one. After some time the little one came upon images of different and did their best to copy the moves, making Trion certain of what he wanted to do. After that day he started taking little sparkling to training grounds, showing different moves, which they instantly copied. He was right, this little one has a good potential in them.
He watched them grow with every sickle and soon they were grown bot, getting more and more taller and wiser, almost growing taller then him, almost reaching Megatronus tall stature, which was a surprise for him. And they also grew closer to him. They were always by his side, keeping an eye from anything out of place, ready to though them self in front of any dagger, which Trion appreciated, but whished they would not.
âSay, little oneâ he spoke softly, looking up from another pad, staring at tall bot by his side, who stood motionless, keeping any eye on door frame âHow is your proto-hatcher. Havenât herd from them for a while.
âthey are alright. Buissy a bitâ ward replied, keeping straight face.
âhm.... my Primus this is boringâ Trion stood up, immideatly getting his wards attention âhow about a little breakâ
âsureâ a soft familiar smile appeared on the stern face, knowing well what one of 13 Primes meant.
They followed Trion in to archive, where he picked up a pad about some legend, seating down on the floor, crossing his legs. They joined him as well, seating close by them and happily listened to them read, something that Trion insisted on. They set there for a while, getting a bit of rest from every thing.
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Years, no, centuries pass by and little ward was tiered. They had to go in to hiding as false Prime rose to power, changing their colour and even body, all to avoid being hunted down by Arachnid. They knew something that Sentinel did not wanted to be a publick knowledge, and being Alpha Trions ward did not made it easier. They had to flee the Iacon, hiding above and scavenging for any energon they could find, time to time even raiding the trains for some just to make it thought. It was hard. The constant threat of Quintessons, constant bickering with once High guards made it hard for them. But after some years they grew close to this environment, knowing well what to and not to do in order to make another day. So it was shocking to see 4 cybertonians  out so openly. They rushed forward, helping them evade the scanâs of quintessons by hiding under old building, notisisng how small they were. Itâs not normal for grown mechs to be this size? Until they saw their empty slots for t-cogs. It made them seethe with rage. Did Sentinel really was willing to step so low as to steal otherâs T-cog just o make end with deal he made with Quintessons? They want to rip him apart. So they decided to join the stranded miners on their little adventure, hopping to at least see the grave of their Master one last time. They ventured though and found a cave, where was the last resting ground of Primes. It was a sombre sight. They all were left there, to rust away and be claimed by green, like some kind of criminals. Hell even criminals donât deserve this. They simmered with anger until Orion called out and their turned to see what was the commotion.
Trion. Their spark still glowed with soft blue light and a sliver of hope rushed through their brain, as they rushed forward. Orion fed the rusted Trion an energon, and like a miracle, Alpha Trion rejuvenated. He stumbled a bit, saying something, ready to fight, only to be caught by someone before he could fall. It took some time to get used to his eyes again after what seemed like centuries of being offline, looking around. Bots. He can see bots, small for some reason. Where they still young? No, something was wrong. What happened to their chest, why they were empty. What is going on?
âAlpha Trion?â
Was that? He quickly looked around trying to spot a source of this familiar voice, looking around wide eyed. But there was no little one, instead there was a different bot â tall, dark plating, red eyes, they were nothing like the little sparkling he watch grow with bright paint and golden yellow eyes. He had to push him self up, but the bot refused to let him do it by him self, helping him up.
âare you alright? Oh primus what happened?â
After some second it clicked. He though his hand up, wrapping his hand aorund the brought shoulder of strange mech, staring at them with wide eyes. It could not be this. It is not right. The sparkling he grew was soft, had soft features, not sharp fingers, fangs and sharp edges. But the voice. The soft and worried eyes. It could not be.
âLittle oneâ
Without even a second the tall mech wrapped them self around Trion, pulling him closer to them, letting out quite sobs and apologies, blaming them self for not able to keep them safe. Trion could not bring him self to blame them to begin with. It was never their fault, they did their best. He hugged them back, letting a heavy sigh. He will make sure Sentinel pays for all the pain he caused to his little sparkling. Even if they are no longer small.
#transformers x reader#transformers one#transformers#alpha trion#writing#request#happy to do it friend! hope you'll like it
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Some Thoughts
As some of you all may know, I have recently just immigrated to the states from Asia. As a gay immigrant, the result of the elections was by far the worst thing that I could ever witness.
If you are one of these people who voted against my right as an gay asian immigrant, I hope you may realize that whatever you voted for will backfire on you one way or another. Feel free to get off my page if you think my views do not match with yours.
To my fellows, keep supporting each other. Let's not leave people behind. Voice out your concerns to friends and if possible, buddy up with them and keep safe. Especially those who also have just recently came to America like me, join your communities, find a safe space, be there and they'll be there for you too.
This page will persist and will continue writing stories. I'll write more that would comfort and give a back hug with transformation twists.
Uncle Lee
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Folly x Reader
grapes are here!! time to munch, also new merch for something i love me and my best friend are going to get each other it as Christmas gifts! we did the same last year for something else we both love, still one of my favorite shirts i have
- How the hell you managed to bag a nine and a half foot tall primordial being is a mystery to everyone, even you in all honesty
- Folly is interesting to say the least, at first she treated you no different then anyone else but as time went on and she begun to take more of an interest in you, and finding that your kindness towards her was genuine, not any sort of trick, slowly she became less cold and malevolent towards you, eventually it got to a point where if you were having a nightmare sheâd use her powers to stop it
- Eventually when you do get together, how official it was is up to debate, she still acts the same bit has a certain kindness to her voice, her insults and hate arenât actually real, sheâs just scared to truly let her guard down around anyone, no matter how much sheâs beginning to trust you now, you understand and are very patient with her letting her say bad things since you know she doesnât truly mean them
- Since sheâs so large she picks you up like a plushie or teddy bear, it would be funny if you werenât squirming as she smirked, weâll youâre assuming sheâs smirking, she doesnât have a mouth so based on her eyes you assume if she could smirk she would be smirking
- Speaking of her lack of mouth she canât exactly kiss you, she was very against the idea of you kissing her mask at first, it is one of the most vulnerable parts of her, eventually when she grants you permission you cover her entire mask in kisses, you donât kiss where it broke though for both of you, she gets very flustered by it and disappears in her cloud of smoke, now though sheâs more chill with it, it still does fluster his but if you ask if you can kiss her she lets you, and leans down, or stands next to something you can stand in to reach her face without her having to hunch down more then she already done normally
- On top of holding you like a stuffed animal she doesnât really do small touches, her touches are go big or go home, holding you mostly, especially since her hands are so large small touches are harder, whenever you try and hold hands you just hold one of her fingers instead, or grab the edge of her sweater sleeve, which like her mask she was hesitant about but less so since it wasnât broken like her mask
- If Folly canât be around you she watches you through the aspens, it was really creepy at first since you felt like you were being watched then you realized it was her so you when alone will hug the trees as if hugging her to say thanks for watching over you, it doesnât get less creepy watching the fake pupils on the trees move to follow you though, you will never get used to that
- Her dates arenât conventional, they still happen but theyâre not the usual dates people think of, some are close but not quite, like tending to a garden, granted itâs a forest of aspens in the dark expanse of where she comes from but itâs close enough, or a sleep over, which just means you fall asleep on her and you do something in your dream together, another is baking, that happens at your place which she doesnât fit in that well and she canât eat anything you bake but itâs still nice, she helps you bake and gets stuff on herself that you wipe off with a laugh
- She sometimes tells you of how her home use to look like, beautiful and comforting, it was like a dream, till it became a nightmare, you tell her that even if everythingâs changed you love her no matter what sheâs gone through, and no matter what she still may go through
- You occasionally visit Wallter with her, heâs the closest thing to a friend she has but she almost always sees him in his dreams, so they donât usually see each other in person, when they do she does her usual thing of being all edgy and brooding but while discussing poetry and listening to piano music, and pretending to drink tea, she lets you actually drink it she just likes to pretend
- Her love language is closest to quality time, granted most of that time is in your dreams, but based on how often she visits them just to be close to you and spend time with you, so your best assumption is quality time
- She knows many languages, comes from being a primordial being, so if you want to speak in another language or need help learning or translating one she can assist you, her favorite language however is any of the slavic languages, which is why she has a Russian accent, so she enjoys teaching you words in Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, etc
- She makes you read her poetry, you donât get a choice, you donât mind but it can be inconvenient sometimes if youâre doing something and suddenly she appears telling you to read the newest poem she wrote, sheâs really good at it though so itâs not too much of a bother since itâs an enjoyable read, to some degree, itâs very graphic and disturbing on occasion, or a lot of occasions
- Sheâs cold to the touch, after the cleaving her body no longer produces natural heat, which is a part of the reason sheâs such a big cuddle bug, youâre warm and she quite literally parasites that warmth from you, sheâs the kind of person to stick her cold ass hands on your exposed back when you arenât expecting it making you shout at the sudden freezing touch
- Folly thought sheâd never be happy again, she was broken, destroyed, used, abused, she never thought sheâd ever feel like how she once did, which maybe she never will, but she has truly started feeling better since meeting you, maybe not truly happy but you do make her feel warm, literally and figuratively, so even if she knows she can never go back to that innocence and joy that once was her entire life sheâs getting there
i love folly, not as much as mach but i still love her, and holy shit the cleaving was insane, also literally such a good depiction of a certain type of trauma, iykyk, which props to catjam, also just in general for creating folly, anyways imma probably nap, i am not immune to the afternoon naps
#x reader#regretevator#regretevator x reader#folly#regretevator folly#folly x reader#folly regretevator#folly x reader regretevator#regretevator folly x reader
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If itâs not too much, have a request for the demon brothers with an autistic MC who makes up their own inside jokes that donât make sense to other people but make them start giggling no matter the situation, social cues fly way over their head and if the social cue is obvious (like holding out a hand for a handshake) it takes like a few awkward seconds for them to remember what to do, is sensitive and overwhelmed by loud noises like crowds and yelling, and startled by sudden touch but still is okay with touch.
And the MC has major social anxiety (because of the lack of getting social cues and also sensitivity to loud sounds)
I havenât seen anyone do one like this so if you could do it that would be amazing
Please and thank you đ đ©·đ©·đ©·
hi! of course!
i was unsure exactly how to label this request, so i hope you didn't mind that I just went with autistic mc!
enjoy <3
Autistic Mc
Lucifer
as dadcifer, of course he has everything you'll need for an outing in his seemingly endless bag
noise cancelling headphones? check. your favorite stim toys? check. your comfort snack? check
he always makes sure you're ready before you leave for anything
it's his job to make you feel welcome, and he's making sure he really steps up to the position
Mammon
he knows he can be a bit much, including being too loud
just let him know if he is! he'll apologize in an instant
everytime he does that, he put some money in a jar
then, he'll give you that money and take you on a date as an every bigger sorry
Levi
the two of you can hang out in his room all day, every day
neither of you are a fan of social interactions
if you ever get sick of interacting with each other too, you'll just both start to do your own thing while still sitting next to each other haha
he doesn't take it personally since he has a tendency to do that too
Satan
he's another brother that's more than happy to sit at home with you
since that's both of your ideal nights, that's your major bonding time
he's very happy to see you come out of your shell to him
he slowly falls for you more and more every day
Asmo
he's more than willing to do all the social stuff for you
he's outgoing enough for the both of you
while he still does party, and enjoys it, he now spends more nights with you at home <3
spending time with his favorite person is more important that a party
Beel
will always ask and make sure if it's alright for him to hug you!
even though you're alright with it, he doesn't want to startle you
he also doesn't take you not wanting to head to restaurants or go to his games personally
he always brings back food for you, and will give you a play by play of the game so much so that it felt like you were actually there
Belphie
he's a huge cuddler but he would hold back for you
if you don't mind, he'll make sure not to make sudden movements and warn you beforehand
he has a great pair of noise cancelling headphones that he usually saves for napping at parties
but if you ever need them, you just need to say the word
#gn reader#headcanons#obey me#obey me!#obey me x reader#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me asmo#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date#obey me levi#obey me beel#omswd#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! shall we date
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When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 6/?
Some light word-building, and a try at explaining a little with reader's thinking/worldview. And of course, a soulmate :3 Next chapter in about a week(+/- a day)! (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)
Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn
Wordcount: 2506
Summary: Youâve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly donât expect to have another.
Itâs been a week since you saw either of them.Â
Your soulmates.Â
You donât like them being that, you could call them something else you suppose. But calling them their names all the time is more of a mouthful, and though you gave them nicknames before you learned their names, giving them new ones seems worse than just calling them what they are. (Even as much as you hate it.)
The ache in your shoulders and upper back has settled to a near permanent thing now, only fleeting relief for the for the briefest of moments if you massage the area.Â
You know why it doesnât fade, but you donât want to admit that to anyone, especially not Evelyn when you visit her for a check up, this time at home in her and Oliviaâs apartment.
You wonder how many other people have to bring brownies to their doctor appointments as you ring Evelynâs and Oliviaâs doorbell outside the building. To be fair, not everyone elseâs doctor works as a veterinarian and has a wife that would kill you if you didnât bring them (not really, but sometimes you think Olivia is certainly capable of doing so).Â
Said wife is the one who buzzes you in, and greets you in the hallway just outside their front door with an enthusiastic yell of your name, and a hug that makes you let out a small grunt of pain that you try to hide in favor of hugging her back with the arm not currently holding onto the strap of your backpack.
âOh, Iâm sorry, youâre a wounded man, come in, come in, Evelyn is just setting up.â Her beautiful dark and curled hair bounces as she heads to the kitchen, and you follow her after making sure the front door is closed behind you.
The kitchen table is covered in towels, towels you know are specifically for this purpose, since none of them are the cute patterns Olivia loves. You also know that underneath thereâs cling wrap covering the table, for cleanliness and just in case. It hadnât been often you had been on this kitchen table instead of the clinic table, but the procedure Evelyn has around it isnât unknown to you. A lot more organized than what Wadeâs and Loganâs had been.Â
You banish the thought of them from your mind as you put your backpack down, dipping your hand inside to fish out the box of carefully wrapped brownies out, and present them to Olivia. She gasps at you, almost yanking the box out of your hand with how fast she takes it.
âSometimes I swear itâs like you are my second soulmate.â Your stomach swoops at her words, and you make a face. She knows and disagrees with your view on soulmates, so you know itâs a friendly jab, and normally you wouldnât have cared, but this time it hits something you donât like.
âYeah, yeah.â You roll your eyes at her, focusing on Evelyn instead as Olivia goes to put her treasure away. âReady for me doc?â Seems to be the perfect time to ask that question as Evelyn puts gloves on and pats the table.Â
âUp you go.â You do as asked, hoisting yourself up. You take your shirt off, balling it up, putting it under your head as you lay down, getting comfortable. âFeeling fine?â Evelyn starts to peel your bandages off, slowly and carefully.
âYeah. They seem to be doing fine, in my non-medical opinion.â She hums, and you know sheâs taking your words into consideration, but it wonât really matter much before she has had a look herself. You let your eyes stay open, watching the ceiling as you hear Olivia putter around the kitchen, and feel Evelyn poke around your wounds.
Nasty couple of things. Well, they had been. You have been surprised nothing had gotten infected, you had no idea how well Wade took care of his swords, how nasty or not they were. But well, to be fair to him, if you had gotten an infection, your makeshift bandages would have been just as likely a culprit.
âLooks like you wonât die anytime soon, but theyâll still leave some nasty scars behind.â Evelyn offers, seeming to be done with her inspection of you, as she changes gloves, and starts applying new bandages. You shrug, you figured out much. Nothing cuts that deep without leaving behind a mark.
Well, unless you are a super healing mutant. Even after you had tried multiple times. Both with a katana and a gun.
Should you even feel bad for hurting your soulmates like that when it was done when in panic but with the knowledge it would heal? And you got more permanently hurt?
And to be fair, Wade had knocked you out before you ever hurt them after realizing they were your soulmates, so it wasnât like you hadnât been hurt, but you shot them both. Caused them more pain.
So maybe you are all a little beyond messed up.Â
Made for each other, like that soulmate shit implies.
You shake your head at that thought, dispelling it into the ether, which gets you a weird look from Evelyn as she finishes with your bandage.
âYou alright?â
âYeah, I just havenât been sleeping right.â
âChest pain?â Her hands hover near your chest, but move away as you shake your head.
âNo, shoulder and upper back, think Iâve accidentally pulled something.â She frowns.
âI thought I told you to not work out or put unnecessary strain on your body as you heal.â You know what itâs from, and itâs definitely not that.
âI havenât been working out or lifting anything heavy, I promise. Iâm just an old man.â You joke, she rolls your eyes at you as you sit up, taking the glass of water Olivia offers you.
âLet me know if it keeps up, and Iâll see if I canât figure out what it is, and get you something for it.â She canât know and wonât be able to get you anything, but still you nod.
âAm I allowed to put my shirt back on Doc, or do you just want to ogle me some more?â You joke, this earns you a slap on the shoulder by a now gloveless hand just after Olivia hands you a chocolate chip cookie.Â
âThought you were making pasta?â You get off the table and take a bite out of your cookie as Olivia smiles at you, and Evelyn starts cleaning up.
âI am, but good patients get rewards.âÂ
âWhat am I, five?â You joke, Olivia reaches out as if to take the cookie out of your hand, you take a step back. âI prefer your cookies over any stupid little toy.â Oliviaâs smile is bright, and if you werenât gay and she didnât have a soulmate, she could have been your type. She turns around, planting a kiss on Evenlynâs cheek as she passes her on her way to grab ingredients for the dinner she is going to make for you all.
You lean on the kitchen counter and munch on your cookie, mindful to stay in the background and out of the way for them both as they move around each other with ease. Evelyn cleaning up medical supplies and the makeshift sickbed, Olivia starting to cook dinner.
You donât want to bring up your soulmates with either of them, since you know their stance on it all is opposite of yours, since they are themselves soulmates. Youâve had plenty of arguments about this both drunk and mostly sober. You think soulmates make one vulnerable and just bring misery in the end, they think it brings strength and that you should enjoy what good you can have in life.
So you know they would just tell you to go to your soulmates, and be with them.Â
For the rest of your life.Â
Ugh.
Youâre fine on (mostly) your own, thanks.
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This time, when the universe decides itâs time for some light fuckery, itâs Logan. On his own. And itâs not while you are working.Â
Not that it makes it any better.
You are taking it slow, the bar you find yourself in isnât the fanciest thing, which suits you perfectly. The tables are mostly clean and the floor has seen better days, but they have several types of beer on tap and in bottles, a pool table, and even two shuffleboards. All in all, very casual, somewhere you could sit alone, or join a random group playing one of the games. If money sometimes exchanged hands, both between players and spectators, nobody gave a shit.
You had been a few times before, always enjoying yourself. Youâre not even drinking this time, sticking to soda as much as you want to have a proper drink. You had just needed to get out of your apartment, and though you long to feel the burn of alcohol pass over them, you know it wonât heal any faster, so if you can just keep from drinking for a little longer, you can get back to the normal state of things quicker.
Well, as normal as they can get after the universe decided to change the core of your life. You were not one for company, at least not permanently.
Currently you are sitting at a table, watching two long bearded and bald men play pool, making snide comments back and forth. You had made a bet on the man with the scarred ear, but he is losing, pretty badly.
Oh well, 20 bucks isnât the end of the world.
What kind of feels like it though, is when you spot Logan walking into the bar. Heâs wearing normal clothes this time, just some jeans, boots, and a green flannel. He glances around the bar, you duck your head in the hope that he doesnât see you.
You donât hope for long though, as a very full glass of what looks like whiskey is sat down next to your soda, and the chair on the other side of the table becomes occupied.
âLogan.â Your uttering of his name in greeting is icy, your name falling from his lips are decidedly less so.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask him, feeling your shoulders ease up. Which annoys you so much, heâs just arrived, and heâs already making you feel better. You want to go, to leave, even as your loosening muscles reminds you that staying for a little bit will stave off side effects of your unfortunately shared bond.Â
âDrinking.â He grunts, taking a sip of his glass. You roll your eyes and look at him for a few moments, head swirling with thoughts. You settle on one, just to have something to say as you stall and try to figure out how much time you need to feel more than just a little less shitty, though you canât help but be actually curious as you ask.
âCan you even get drunk with your healing shit?â Logan frowns, and you wonder if thatâs his default. You donât ask about that though.
âWith some effort.â
âWhy the fuck even be in a bar then?â Your tone is still not kind, even as you feel your shoulders ache just a little bit less, like you had just massaged over a good spot. He shrugs.
âCompany I guess.â Itâs your turn to frown.
âI have no interest in being company. Get away from me Logan, or I will make you go away.â You know you should stay close longer so you can also stay away longer, but you are still stubborn, not wanting the fuckery that is soulmates.Â
At least if you just stay in the same room, it should help, you think.Â
You hope. No need to stay close in the slightest.Â
He takes you in, quickly glancing at you from top to toe.
âI -â You donât let him speak.
âWhat did I just say Logan?â He scowls at you, you glare back at him, but let him speak when he opens his mouth this time.
âI donât like it.â Logan reluctantly admits as the scowl stays on his face. âThis being the way we are going about things.â He clarifies.
âThough shit.â He tilts his head at you, scowl turning into more of a squint.
âAre you always this combative?â You feel like a street dog on high alert, barking in warning.Â
âFuck off.âÂ
âLook-â And when barks donât workâŠâŠ
âYou had your warning.â You say as you grab your knife from your left leg. You stab it into his hand, aiming for the skin between where the claws go through his hand, hitting the jackpot as red seeps around the knife and the tip of it burrows into the table. Seconds later there is warm and sharp metal pushing your chin up. You grin and waggle a finger at him.
âNah ah, mortal, remember?â You twist the knife around once for good measure, making him grunt in pain, and then pull it out of his hand. You already know you are banned from this bar for life, but you donât care. His claws retract, this time you realize it actually makes a sound. Huh.
âSo you are always this combative.â Logan grits out between his clenched teeth, as his hand heals itself, leaving behind nothing but the blood that spilled out where you stabbed him.
âFellas, time to go.â A bouncer suddenly stands in front of your table now, a t-shirt with security over his chest in big white letters. Heâs huge, towering over both you and Logan, arms ready at his sides, eyes flicking between the two of you. You see Logan seize him up, and for a moment you wonder if he is going to fight the man, but his eyes go to you as you get off your chair.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm going.â You put your knife away. âAgain, fuck off Logan.â You show him the finger as you walk out. Heâs just steps behind you, clearly no longer welcome in the bar either, but he keeps his distance as you both go out of the door.Â
You have no idea where he's going, and you have no plans now, so you start walking in the direction of home.
After gaining some distance, you look over your shoulder. You donât want to be followed. Logan is standing just outside of the bar, looking at your retreating back, but he takes a step forward as your eyes connect with his. You show him the finger again as you disappear around a corner.
You rub your forehead as you are out of sight, annoyance cursing through you. You think some of it might be his.
Fuck, you wish you could get drunk right now. Well, you could, but it wouldnât be good for your healing. And you have no idea how bad or good your control over your bonds are when youâre drunk.
Just another thing for future you to figure out, you guess.
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Space Marine Cuddle Pile PT3
Went for some more fluffy ones. I had a lot of ideas but didnât want the second part to be overwhelming.
@wolf-feathers12
Imagine:
Guards being confused as space marines come pick them up and bring them to a pile of other space marines. Simply because they are squishy and fragile and the marines are so relieved that they survived. They care about them and want them safe with them in the cuddle pile.
A lone marine refusing to let go of the Cadians because he cares for them and they almost died and he wants to cuddle them and have them be safe and he wonât see his brothers for a bit.
New inquisitors wondering why after a mission the Greyknights are snuggling each other. Donât get too close. If they grow fond of you, you will never miss out on a cuddle pile.
Cuddle piles are near sacred with Salamanders. Nestling into each other. Being warm and being held. Holding someone else. Itâs necessary bonding time. You do the same with your family when you visit them. If youâre ever with another legion they will find themselves surrounded by warm salamanders.
Space Wolves are naturally cuddly. Especially when drunk. Many adepts are warned when itâs drinking time. Youâll find a space wolf nuzzling you. Thereâs such thing as cuddle dens. When youâve drank your fill and itâs time to turn in for the night you go to the cuddle den and flop onto the pile. Youâll be pulled in and snuggled by other drunk space wolves before you fall asleep or pass out like the others
Wolf priests introduce new neophytes to cuddle piles, curling around them protectively like a mother wolf and her pups. Do not interrupt this. Wolf priests will get deep into the role and will bite if you get near the pups.
Leman Russ lays down in the middle of the hall. His marines eye him, waiting for the signal. Sometimes heâll raise out his arms. An invitation for them all to pile on top of him. But not today. Sometimes he wants comfort. He will take his mother wolf pelt and lay it over him. Then motions for his warriors to pile on. They do so and he pretends heâs back in the den with his brothers. Pressed up against his mother. He holds his warriors. Heâll be there all night. Soon youâll hear snoring.
After a battle, Sanguinius will cuddle his sons. Telling them how proud he is of them. That they were noble and brought honor to the legion. Heâll position himself so theyâre surround him and he can cover them with his wings.
Titus joining his first cuddle pile since rejoining the ultramarines. A huge weight off his shoulders as heâs back with his brothers. One with an arm around him, another brother wrapped in his own arms. All is well. All is well.
Tons of marines piled on top of a dreadnought. Determined to show him they can cuddle him. Thereâs so many of them that the warmth actually reaches through the sarcophagus. Plus their entombed brother is big enough he can hold lots of them.
Firstborns refusing to acknowledge they prefer to cuddle with Primaris marines because theyâre bigger and it reminds them of when they were a neophyte and the apothecaries would hold them.
Speaking of apothecaries, they have it best. They get to hold and comfort the neophytes as they go through the process of becoming a marine. Cuddle wounded marines till theyâre better. Itâs mutually agreed that apothecaries give the best hugs.
Just after the siege of 63-19 and the loss of Sejanus, Horus Lupercal is on the ground, nestled with the three remaining mournival members. Itâs just them and itâs silent as the Warmaster grieves. They hold their father this time. A new member will soon be called but for now, Horus needs this.
Iron hands cuddle piles include many soft blankets for utmost comfort. They often fall asleep whilst in each otherâs embrace. Itâs very important for the well being of a space marine and to bond within the ranks.
(Honestly itâs really fun writing these because I fully believe that there needs to be more normalization with platonic affection. Plus space marines are baby and baby needs to be held)
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#space marine#warhammer community#warhammer 40000#40k#space marine cuddle pile#warhammer 30k#warhammer40k#warhammercommunity#warhammer#space wolf#space wolves#leman russ#horus lupercal#iron hands#lieutenant titus#demetrian titus#sanguinius
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Begging DE to let us hug all characters/vendors in game
Litterally all of them are traumatized and need some comfort DE PLEASE
#I just want to hug all my besties#tennos deserve the hugs as well#just let all of them comfort and hug each other#(I am also gay and would absolutely love to cuddle all these cool women BUT THAT'S IRRELEVANT)#DE please#warframe
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