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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 7 months ago

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Be Kind

Even When You're Stone Cold You're Sorry (3)

Scarlet Witch x Witch!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Your Goddess is back and things have gone back to how they were...or have they?

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls SW Goddess, SW refers to R as pet, SW is abusive towards R, SW takes care of R.

A/N: Better late than never! :D

As you fell back into the routine with your Goddess, you found yourself adapting more quickly than expected. You remembered the rules, staying off the furniture, waking up early to prepare breakfast, and patiently waiting by her feet for your meal. Despite the fear and trepidation that still lingered, you were determined to prove yourself worthy of her approval.

In your training sessions with the Scarlet Witch, you pushed yourself harder than ever before, eager to show her your progress. And when your magic manifested in shades of red for the first time, you couldn't contain your excitement.

"My Goddess! Did you see!? That last spell was red! I did it!" you exclaimed, bounding up to her with a sense of pride.

But your enthusiasm was met with a cold response. "It was one time. Don't get ahead of yourself, pet," she admonished, delivering a sharp tap to the top of your head that made you whimper.

"You still have much to learn, and I won't be praising you for every little thing you do. I'm not your Mommy," she added, her tone firm and unwavering.

You rubbed your head, the sting of her words cutting deep. You should have known better than to expect praise from her. "Yes, of course, My Goddess. I'm sorry. You're right; I still have much to learn from you," you replied, bowing your head in submission.

As you stood before her, the weight of her expectations pressing down on you, you knew that earning her approval would be no easy feat. But you were determined to prove yourself, no matter what it took.

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You stand in the corner of the small, dimly lit bathroom, the stone walls and floors casting an eerie glow in the flickering candlelight. Across from you sits an old wooden tub, steam rising from the hot water within, and your heart pounds in your chest as you tremble with uncertainty.

"Come here, pet," the Scarlet Witch calls out, her voice echoing off the walls. But you hesitate, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. "I... I didn't like anything she did!" you blurt out, the words tumbling out in a rush as you try to defend yourself.

But your Goddess shakes her head, her expression softening. "No, pet. You've been good. I'm rewarding you," she reassures you, her words sending a wave of confusion through you.

With gentle coaxing, she guides you over to the tub, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your fear. With a snap of her fingers, the rags you had been wearing vanish, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Tentatively, you step into the hot water, feeling its soothing embrace enveloping your weary body. The scars that mar your skin, souvenirs of the Scarlet Witch's harsh discipline, ache with the memory of pain.

Sitting beside the tub, your Goddess takes a washcloth and begins to gently wash away the dirt and grime of the day, her touch tender and comforting against your skin.

"Now, pet, let me ask you," she says softly, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Do you love me?"

Your head snaps up, meeting her gaze with wide eyes filled with tears. "Of course I do, My Goddess! I've devoted myself to you and only you since before we met!" you cry out, the words pouring forth from your lips with raw honesty.

A gentle hand comes to rest on your face, its touch as light as a feather. "Thank you for being honest with me, pet," she says, a smile gracing her lips. It's a smile that makes your heart flutter and your stomach churn with a mixture of fear and longing.

In that moment, as you sit in the warm embrace of the bath, surrounded by flickering candlelight and the comforting presence of your Goddess, you realize that despite the pain and fear, there is a bond between you that cannot be broken. And as her smile washes over you like a ray of sunlight, you know that you would follow her to the ends of the earth, no matter the cost.

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As you settled into your makeshift bed, more of a nest really, on the floor, clutching Nugget tightly to your chest, you felt a sense of familiarity wash over you. It was a routine you had grown accustomed to, the comfort of the floor becoming almost second nature.

But just as you were about to drift off into slumber, you felt a strange sensation wash over your body. Your eyes snapped open to find yourself surrounded by swirling red magic, lifting you effortlessly from the floor and depositing you onto the bed.

Confusion flooded your mind as you stared up at the Scarlet Witch, her presence looming over you. "She let you on the bed, correct?" she asked, her tone sharp and commanding.

"Oh... uh... yes, she did. I know you said I couldn't, and I tried to tell her-" you began, but the Scarlet Witch cut you off with a wave of her hand.

"You can keep your bed privileges for now. Stay by my feet," she instructed, her words leaving you stunned.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events. But eventually, you obeyed her command, curling up near her feet as she settled into bed.

As you lay there, watching her carefully, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over you. Your Goddess was allowing you to stay in the bed, something you never thought would happen. It was a small gesture, but to you, it felt like a blessing.

With Nugget still tucked under your chin, you waited until the Scarlet Witch's breathing evened out, signaling that she had fallen asleep. Only then did you allow yourself to relax, the weight of the day's events finally catching up to you.

As sleep claimed you, curled up at your Goddess's feet, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within you. Perhaps, despite everything, there was still a chance for things to change, for a glimmer of warmth and kindness to penetrate the darkness of your existence.

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As your Goddess prepared you for your outing, dressing you in simple yet practical attire, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you. The jean shorts, black t-shirt, and converse were a far cry from the elaborate garments you had seen her wear, but you wore them with a sense of pride, grateful for the opportunity to accompany her.

With a snap of her fingers, a scarlet hooded cloak materialized around you, enveloping you in its warmth and adding a touch of mystery to your appearance. "You're allowed to come, but you will keep your head down," she instructed, her voice firm and commanding.

"Yes, My Goddess. Any other rules?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, causing the hood to fall over your eyes. The Scarlet Witch smirked and reached out to fix your hood, her touch gentle yet commanding.

"No talking to anyone, and if you need anything, just call me Scarlet," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded in understanding, looking up at her with a sense of reverence. "Yes, Scarlet," you replied obediently, your voice barely above a whisper.

With that, you followed her out into the world, the hood of your cloak pulled low over your eyes, your heart racing with excitement at the prospect of accompanying your Goddess on her journey. And as you walked by her side, keeping your head down as instructed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being chosen to accompany her, even if it meant following her silently and without question.

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As you walked through the small town, keeping your head low as instructed but still allowing your eyes to roam, you couldn't help but notice the somber atmosphere that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy fog. It was a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the streets, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking through a place haunted by the ghosts of its past.

Eventually, your Goddess led you to an open field, where a large memorial stone stood as a silent testament to the tragedy that had befallen the town. You approached it cautiously, your heart heavy with sorrow as you realized the significance of the place.

"What is this, Scarlet?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was equally subdued, her voice heavy with emotion as she stared straight ahead at the stone. "My brother's memorial stone and all those who died when Sokovia flew into the air from Ultron," she explained, her words carrying the weight of a lifetime of pain and loss.

As you stood beside her, gazing at the names etched into the stone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the lives that had been lost. And as your Goddess spoke of her reasons for creating the memorial, you felt a surge of admiration for her strength and resilience in the face of such tragedy.

"I made this for us. So none of them would be forgotten," she told you, her voice soft but resolute.

In that moment, as you stood beside her in quiet contemplation, you realized the depth of her love for her homeland and the people who had been lost. And as you looked up at her, a silent vow formed in your heart to honor their memory for as long as you lived, standing by your Goddess's side through thick and thin.

The two of you stood there in silence for a while before you were interrupted, "Wanda, you need to let her go," The voice of Doctor Strange caught your attention, his voice firm and resolute.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for your Goddess's response, the tension in the air palpable as the two powerful sorcerers faced off against each other.

"I didn't take her. She willingly followed," the Scarlet Witch replied, her voice tinged with defiance.

But Doctor Strange wasn't swayed by her words. "This isn't like America, Stephen. I won't go through this again. I've left everyone alone. This girl came looking for me. She used magic to find me," she explained, her tone pleading.

Yet, despite her explanation, Doctor Strange seemed unmoved. "You'll say anything at this point, won't you? I'm taking her back to her family, Wanda," he declared, his resolve unwavering.

The air crackled with magic as both sorcerers prepared for battle, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of light and energy. And as the conflict unfolded before you, you realized that you were nothing more than a pawn caught in the midst of their struggle, powerless to do anything but watch as the fate of your future hung in the balance.

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ghost-proofbaby · 9 months ago

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15 with Eddie? :)

i woke up this morning, rolled over, and immediately wrote this all on my phone. wasn't even 8 am and i was already all mushy and horny for this man. enjoy whatever this is (morning sex. it's morning sex and being in love) <3

15. "I had a very nice dream that started like this."

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), afab reader but no pronouns used, a lot of religious imagery idk why it just... worked?, not edited, 18+ so minors do not interact

pairings: eddie munson x afab!reader

wc: 2.9k+

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The sun hadn’t even rose yet. The sky simply lighter, a gentle omniscient light peaking through the curtains, holding little to no warmth yet when you first awoke. The room is shades of grey with hints of violet, soft pinks just on the horizon but not quite painting the scene.

It’s nice — it’s serene.

You can feel him breathing behind you. Still there, still warm, still holding you with one strong arm around your waist as his nose brushes at the nape of your neck, his snore rustling your hair ever so carefully. It’s almost enough to soothe you back to sleep; counting his deep intakes of air, exhaling in time with him, sinking deeper into bed sheets that are stained with the smell of his cologne and shampoo. Almost.

But when you first awake, you have a different idea in mind.

It starts off innocent enough. Small movements as you press yourself further back into Eddie, minuscule wiggles to just be close to him. You’re still half asleep and yet, every atom in your body is desperate to melt into him. You need every inch of his skin pressed tightly into yours. Your vision still blurry, but the instinct to burrow more tightly into your boy impossible to miss.

“I know you’re awake,” he suddenly murmurs into your neck, voice muffled and rough with his rest.

You hadn’t even noticed the change in his breathing. More focused on the ache between your thighs that you had woken up with.

“Sh,” you jokingly whisper, smiling as you force your eyes back closed. He can’t even see your face, but it feels right to put on an act, “You’re gonna ruin it, Munson.”

“‘M not ruining anything, baby,” he nearly slurs. His arm tightens around you, encouraging all your squirming, pulling your hips back to be flush with his a little more urgently.

He’s hard against your lower back. His flimsy boxers do nothing to hide his excitement. It isn’t particularly surprising — most mornings he wakes up hard as it is — but it does cause a soft stirring within you. Encourages your hips to swivel once more, action a bit more pointed, just enough pressure to cause a low groan to slip almost inaudible from between his lips.

“Careful,” he warns, voice a bit louder now. His tone is still gravely, scratching an itch of the farthest reaches of your mind. Somewhere between a cat’s purr and the sound of tires on dirt roads when your favorite person is returning home. Comforting. Serene.

You press into him further, shamelessly grinding now, eyes still shut, “What? ‘M not doing anything.”

He doesn’t need to see your voice to hear that sleepy grin.

It doesn’t happen quickly — there’s no rush as he slowly tugs at your body, encouraging you to rotate so that he’s no longer spooning you. Your back digs into the mattress holding the warmth of his body from the entire night, wrapping you up in a bliss that’s impossible to replicate. His smell, his warmth, his presence. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of mornings like this, especially not when you finally open your eyes to find him propped up on his elbow, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a half-smile that accentuates his left dimple.

He’s fucking beautiful. It takes your breath away.

“What’s got you so excited this morning, hm?”

The light has grown ever so slightly brighter, just enough as though it whispers, look at him. The room is still grey, but your boy is a vision of colors. Dark russet eyes with streaks of gold that the sun couldn’t compare to, chestnut hair that sticks up in all the wrong places from his slumber, skin that washes out in the pale winter morning and only makes the contrast of the soft fuchsias and violets blooming along his neck from the evening before more apparent. He’s softer than any sunrise, more relaxing than any bath he’s ever drawn for you, more calming than hearing your favorite song strummed out on muted guitar strings.

You love him. And that only really fuels your flames.

“I had a very nice dream,” you mumble, squinting up at him, bringing a hand up to his cheek. Your touch is delicate as you trace over his stubble, painting mindless patterns briefly before cupping the full side of his face and threading your fingertips into the edges of his hairline, “A very nice dream that started just like this.”

He rolls his hips against your side, peering down at you as he does so, letting you guide him closer until his lips barely brush yours.

You can hear birds chirping outside. There’s the rumble of a truck engine. The creak of a nearby front door opening and shutting.

The world is beginning to wake up, but you’re not quite yet ready to share the day with anyone but him.

“You did, did you?” he’s awake enough now to tease you, body slowly inching its way over yours, arms on either side of your head to hold his weight. The plush comforter slips down, exposing his bare shoulders as his torso serves as your new blanket, “Tell me ‘bout it, baby.”

Your legs fall open instinctively, making a home for him and only him. A space between your thighs perfectly carved out for the shape and weight of him as he slips into place, hips digging into yours, a homely and familiar position you’ve found yourself in a hundred times before.

It never gets old. It never elicits any less of a reaction from you, always pulling the softest of gasps from your throat as he leans his head down to trail his lips down your exposed neck.

The sound has him pulling you into him a bit more urgently, but his pace never quickens. He’s taking his time. You two have all the time.

A car alarm, distant as could be, sounds off. A voice of a neighbor echos across the trailer park.

Maybe it’s an adoring husband wishing goodbye to his wife for the day. Or a mother, rushing her children for school. There’s a million and one scenarios, thousands of strangers beginning their dreary week, but you only care about the warm welcome of the day that he offers you.

Anything but dreary, even in tired morning light.

“You were kissing my neck,” you say, careful to be as silent as can be, even if it were just the two of you in the room. The world doesn’t need to know you’re awake yet; it doesn’t deserve your attention like he does yet.

His teeth graze unintentionally against the soft spot below your ear, “Like this?”

“Just like that.”

For emphasis, you lift your hips, seeking out his with ease. You can feel him, pronounced as he presses against the thin fabric of your underwear. There’s too many layers between the two of you, too much cotton and linen in the shapes of his t-shirt you’d worn to bed and his damn boxers, but they’ll come off eventually.

Eventually. There’s no rush.

Your head tilts back in a sigh, and he pauses all his kisses to ask, “What next?”

“Keep going,” you squirm, hips continuing to roll, flames of desire lighting in your gut, dancing as soft as the morning light, “Keep going, please.”

The night before, he would have teased your desperation.

But right now, with just you and him and the ghost of sleep, he’s not in the business of taunting.

He listens, a hand coming down to your hip. Not holding it down to the mattress, but simply holding. He lets his thumb slip beneath the t-shirt, lets a rough callous built up from years of guitar and working on his van brush roughly over your skin with the most sensitive of intentions.

Slowly. If the morning wasn’t so heavy still on the two of you, weighing down every movement, slowing every reaction and pacing every adoring kiss, this is the part where the two of you might have grown a bit impatient. More nipping, more bruising gripping, more complaints of going further, further, further.

But today? In this moment? The two of you have time.

A dream sequence of his wandering hands slipping that old faded tee up until it’s finally bunched at your chest, until he’s finally peeling himself away from your body and he’s lifting it over your head. Every move is brimming with a love you never thought possible. A love to swim in, a love to sink into. One with the capability to drown the two of you, but it only breathes a new life into both of your lungs.

When his lips wrap around a nipple and your back arches, that love thrums a bit deeper, coiling up your insides and urging your fingers to tangle up into his curls.

You need him closer.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against your skin as he mouths at it, “So, so fucking beautiful.”

The back of your skull digs deeper into a pillow engrained with the shape of your head from years of rest, a soft laugh slipping in between your blissful breaths, “Don’t lie. I’m a mess right now.”

You were. And so was he. In a barely awake, subtle and tired way. Messy hair, messy marks of sleep across cheeks, messy breaths not yet minty from a morning routine the two of you followed like a religion.

His head lifts, eyes glowing in the limited light, “I like your mess. As a matter of fact, I love your mess.”

His hand on your hip squeezes for emphasis.

You look down, wordless as you drink him in. A vision between the pinks dancing through the curtains, a godly presence as the dawn breaks. He’s a salvation, a new beginning and a new ending. He’s everything fairytales had tried to convince you existed in your youth. Prettier than any angel, warmer than any sun.

And he’s yours. In this moment, and in all the next ones.

“I think I can make an even bigger mess of you, though, if you’ll let me,” a devilish smile finally overtakes his features and both of those dimples you’ve become so unintentionally fond of make an appearance.

He dips his head, lowers his voice, lets his lips explore. You nearly pray to the Heavens above as you feel his hand slip from its gentle cupping of your hip, moving to slip nimble fingers beneath the band of your panties — but you don’t. Not a single God would care about what’s happening right now.

Just two people, two souls, twisting up in their bed sheets. Finding each other, finding divinity, before the sun even has a chance to stretch its arms fully over the horizon.

When he sinks lower and his face disappears beneath the cloak of the comforter, you hold your breath. When his mouth finds your cunt over fabric, you release it with a moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, both hands pulling off your underwear, pressing a hard kiss one final time over the cotton before he slips them off, “Keep making those pretty noises for me.”

Your thighs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as he begins his morning worship. All lips and tongue and finding the right places as fast as possible. Not out of a rush, but out of practice. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and he proves it.

He knows exactly how hard to suck on your clit once he’s captured it between his lips. He knows exactly where to trace his tongue, circling your hole in lazy circles, not quite teasing but not quite succumbing as he lets you buck your hips in reckless abandon. When to speed up, when to slow down, when to add a finger and when to let the gravel of his voice vibrate against your core — he knows you. Through every little whimper, through every soft chanting of his name, through every tug of his hair.

And he knows you well enough to know when to stop his ministrations, pulling back only to crawl his way back up your body, his boxers slipping off somewhere in the process.

You’re still all over his lips as he kisses you fervently, slick and sticky and a little tart as his tongue dives into your mouth.

And just as he knows you, you know him.

You’d lied, of course. You hadn’t really had a dream just like this. You can’t even remember how you’d awoken with such want, but all that mattered is you had. You’d woken up to an all-consuming need, even if your half-conscious state, and you’d woken up to him.

Your hand reaches down between the two of you, wrapping around him carefully. Your skin is still cooler than his, it’s always cooler than his in the dead of night, and he hisses at the content.

“I love you, you know?” you quietly confess to your lover, as though it might be a sin, as though it might be the greatest secret to ever be held on a patient tongue.

His skin is nearly velvet under your touch, pliant in your palm as you stroke him. Each movement and twist of your wrist begins to unravel him, his head dropping to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. Every pant of his breath brushes skin just as his snores had.

Gold litters the shade of sunrise entering the room, but the only warm colors you care to entertain are the ones in his eyes as he finally looks at you and tugs your hand away.

“I love you more.”

You could argue. You could fight him on it, start to rattle off your list of all the things you adore about him, prove that no one has ever loved another person in this lifetime the way that you’ve loved him. The freckle below his right eye, the chip in on of his canines from an accident in his youth, the scar on his left knuckles from the first time he’d tried to do a trick with a butterfly knife at nine years old. The jokes he interrupts your day so kindly with, breaking up the mundane with laughter that seemingly fuels you to carry on with your time until you’ve returned home to just him. The passion that flows inside of him until it pours out over everything sacred to him — his music, his interests, his friends, you. A passionate and devoted man, yours to have and yours to hold.

But you don’t argue the point. You just smile as he kisses you, deep and searching, as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He loves you more, you love him most. He’ll figure it out — eventually.

The stretch of him is pleasurable, just like it always is. Filling you, warming you, making that closer you crave so ardently nearly tangible. Every roll of his hips has him reaching spots inside of you to elicit stars to cloud your vision. The morning light, the white hot pleasure — you don’t care what makes your vision blue. You only care that it does, all your mews and all his groans entangling up in the air.

Your palms slide over the back of his shoulders, your fingers dig into soft skin that you’ll spend the rest of your days memorizing.

Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

No prayer has ever been repeated with such need or belief as his name from your lips.

And he returns the favor. Gasping out your name, somehow finding himself just enough in his right mind to continue to whisper sweet nothings against your ear, timing them with his leisurely thrusts.

“So fucking tight and so fucking good to me,” he manages to gasp, digging his hips in a little harsher, “Could stay here forever. Kind of want to stay here forever.”

You don’t know how he’s coherent; you can’t form a single response, eyes rolling, hands clinging to him tighter.

“Look at me when you cum.”

He knows you. He knows you very well. You hadn’t even noticed that coiling in your stomach or the fluttering of your walls when he calls you out, forehead pressing to yours as your eyes open to find his.

It’s not world-shattering when the waves come — it doesn’t have to be. It’s something to wrap around your entire essence, something to soothe and something to coax you into oblivion. Something to get lost in as his movements stutter and his own eyes grow heavy.

He doesn’t close his eyes, and neither do you. Lost in that pleasure, and lost in each other.

You’re still rhythmically clenching around him when he comes, filling you up with warmth, burying deep in you and holding there as his mouth falls open and you're quick to pepper his outstretched neck with kisses. The smallest reminders of all the love you have for him. The gentlest of devotions, sprinkled across the skin of a man who will always know an affection like no other. Not everyone in the world will be so lucky as to know the fondness you offer him, and as far as you’re concerned, that’s how it should be.

Curses spill as his movements slow, before finally stilling. He drops his weight onto you, exhaustion finding its way back into his bones.

There’s things to do, a day to begin. Work and people waiting on you two, responsibilities to worry about and daily mundane accomplishments to achieve. But for now, it’s just the two of you. Awake with the rest of the world, but completely separate as you cradle him and he holds you.

“That was one Hell of a way to wake up, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, and you only throw your head back in a laugh.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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idk if you write for naoya but i have an idea...maybe darling is like maki but actually weak and naoya bullies and takes advantage of them?

love your work btw!! <3

JJK ! IMAGINE

Zenin Naoya x maid ! darling

TW: yandere, mentions of abuse, bullying

Proposal Gift

Sharp hazel eyes follow you in your innocence, narrowing while he judges – concluding once again, as he’d done before, that there really isn’t a single cursed bone in you – only a humble body of warm squeezable flesh and a heart he bets is all too easy to break.

You’ve always been like that. Quick to smile and quick to cry. A bundle of emotions unfit to be raised in such a ruthless clan.

He’s a few years older than you and remembers well what a weak constitution you’ve always had. Anyone could see it, and everyone knew it from the moment you were born – you were never going to amount to much.

He used to find your weakness quite disgusting – used to push your face into the gravel until snot and tears would wet the dirt in a pitiful puddle – with his foot pressed down between your shoulder blades – sometimes until hearing a pop and shriek loud enough to echo off the walls. With words cutting even deeper – telling you what a curse you were, born so weak and so useless – a stain on the great Zenin name.

But now that you’ve grown up, he bites his tongue – silently watching with a strange type of lusty entitlement forming in his gut…

He’s only been away on a mission for a handful of months – who’d have known he’d come back to see you grown into something so… precious.

You’re the prettiest out of the maids – the cutest one too, and undoubtedly the sweetest as well. Walking about the garden where you have most of your chores – watering plants in the sun and picking herbs for healing. You’re quiet and graceful, taking slow steps in your plank shoes that knock softly on the tiles where you peacefully wade through the maze in a pretty flower-patterned yukata.

You look nothing like the snot-nosed brat he’d left in the dirt. You have a swell of breasts now and a feminine face wiped clean of soot – painted with pretty red on your lips and fresh blue on your eyes.

You’re a lady now.

And while your weakness used to disgust him, he’s now realizing what a blessing it is instead. Smirking the more he glares at you – now sitting on a bench in the shade doing some hand stitching, knowing no ill will – he understands he’s quite lucky you turned out such a fragile little thing.

“Naoya-sama-” You spluttered, eyes widening into big round glass orbs.

Jumping to your feet, you nearly threw your needlework down on the bench before folding your fingers together and bowing – much lower than necessary – with a rush that could only be excused with fear.

You hadn’t known he was back yet and felt the surprise like a vice grip wrapped tight around your throat.

Swallowing thickly, you made your excuse while maintaining your bow, praying he’d show you mercy. “Pardon my lack of awareness- I was absorbed in my chores, you see- please forgive me-”

He folded his hands within his pants and raised his chin with a smirk at your spluttering, licking his teeth in enjoyment at your pretty display of courtesy. Eyeing you for a long moment before speaking, mainly to watch you begin to tremble in the wait – cutely dreading the bite of his punishment.

But punishing you wasn't what he was interested in at the moment.

“You’re not in maid robes.” He said instead, ignoring your previous stuttering. His face, jaded with a tone just as callous, aided by that weighty air of authority he always has surrounding him – the one that never fails to make your skin feel raw in the cold.

“Oh-” You fumbled, halting at his lack of anger – wary of the unexpected behavior as it was pretty odd for him not to jump at the opportunity to punish someone like you if and when the chance presented itself.

Though, it wasn’t yet decided he wouldn’t do just that – the way his steely and strangling presence nearly knocked you over with its vicious intensity alone – staring you down sharply with that otherwise smooth hazel.

In return, you had your doe-eyes yielding and down-cast, eying your fabrics with a bite to your lip – trying to keep your voice from shivering while uttering the next line, heat in your cheeks while at it. “These are- uhm- proposal gifts I’ve been asked to wear.”

He snorted at that, and you flinched at the abrasive sound – eyes shifty while eyeing the ground, lowering your head some more, looking down at the paint on your toenails instead.

“From whom?” He asked a beat later.

Your brows pinched at his curiosity and how awfully unlike him it was. Naoya-sama had never struck you as the type to make trivial conversation, especially with the likes of you.

“I’m- uhm- not exactly sure…” You confessed, twiddling your fingers. “You see, Father doesn’t want to confuse me- after all… it’ll be his decision in the end, anyway.”

You kept your head bowed while explaining, feeling awkward before him. Trying to think of a time when he’d paid any type of regard to you or your life – remembering none.

“B- but my marital status must be of no interest to you, Naoya-sama.” You blurted then, finding it to be a rather strange matter to discuss with him of all people.

But all the man responded with was a slight hum, keeping his gaze on you and the way you timidly glanced up at him only to look away when seeing him stare back.

Ears burning, you chewed and sucked your lip under his glare, thinking of how badly you’d witness him beating other maids – having needed to treat many a cut and gash and bruise and broken bone he’d left on bodies much smaller than himself – not to mention the ones on your own frail self he’d given you in your youth.

“Please excuse my arrogance-” Your memory prompted you to gush. “Doing anything but welcome you home from your mission is rude of me- I heard you lead our clan into many victories- you must be very proud.”

You decided to try you r luck charming him instead, hoping it could sway him from the urge to hurt you.

“Or maybe it doesn’t come as a surprise anymore. You’ve always been rather strong, after all.” You continued but choked on it only a second later – spurring with yet another apology on your lips. “That was thoughtless of me to say- you should feel proud either way- please forgive me for my stupid words, Naoya-sama- I fear the heat has gone to my head and made a complete airhead out of me…”

But despite the obvious hints of regret and panic in your draining face, the man gave no indication of even having heard what you’d said until offering your ramble another rather unusually relaxed response.

“It’s true.” He agreed – much to your surprise, where you’d braced your face for a backhand and your stomach for a gut punch. “It’s become boring.”

You dared glance up at him through the lashes of your bow – only to see his face still as expressionless as always – a type of stone-cold that made the hairs at your nape rise.

“Still… you must be tired from the trip, if not the mission” You softly started in spite of it – hoping to end the conversation soon. “You shouldn’t stay out here in the sun for too long…” You tried, praying he couldn’t see straight through your intentions. “And- uhm- I should really hurry along- help prep supper for you and your soldiers with the other maids.” You excused, once again bowing your head, waiting for his nod of dismissal – ever relieved when he gave it.

You swallowed your tremors, feeling lightheaded and dizzy while offering up whatever type of smile you could muster.

“It was good seeing you, Naoya-sama.” You lied. “Welcome home.”

You bowed yet again, dismissing yourself before turning and leaving him.

He kept his eyes fixed on you despite it. Observing the distressed spring in your step and how it disturbed the former peace you walked the gardens with earlier.

A smile inched up his face watching it.

You look very nice in his proposal gift.

He looks forward to having you in his bed.

tip-jar: Kofi

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boba-beom · 9 months ago

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౨ৎ babydoll || CHOI BEOMGYU

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: drabble; fluff, smut

summary: you spend the evening of valentines day watching barbie with your sweet boyfriend until he makes a dirty joke. you may need to rewatch the last half of the movie again later.

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is my 2/2 entry for @matchaxmatcha's valentine's event <3

warnings under the cut!

warnings: pw little plot, established relationship, physical affection, they're just giggly :< beomgyu's silly and says a dirty joke, switch!service top!beomgyu, switch!leaning subby!reader, quick oral (fem!receiving), nipple play, intimate but messy sex, light biting, PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE, petnames; (baby, doll, princess, good girl, my girl, honey, my good boy, pretty boy, mommy, sweet cheeks), beomgyu takes a dirty picture, indirect breeding kink, not proofread >//<

he dim lights from the lamp shades situated in each corner of the bedroom had set the mood for the rest of the evening—movie in bed with your beloved boyfriend who agreed to watch the barbie movie with you.

it was easy to get comfortable after a long day, as long as yours and beomgyu's skinship is present, then you'll get huddle together with ease in no time. you're positioned leaning your back against the headboard and he's between your legs—his head resting on your lower abdomen like his personal pillow and his broad shoulders under you legs while he watches intently.

that is, until he said something that caught you completely off guard.

"baby, wanna hear a joke?" you could hear the smug smirk on his voice through his tone.

"go on then."

you let him continue speaking while your fingers loosely played within the strands of his hair, watching his strands slip through as he turns his body around, propping his weight on his elbows and lifting his chin above your lower abdomen.

you notice the way his eyes dilate while looking up at you, making you just as intrigued to hear what he had to say. you just knew it was nowhere near pg-13.

his hands find their way to your hips from under your things, massaging his thumbs ever so lightly on the area. a soft smirk plays on his lips before he speaks.

"let's play dolls. i'll be Ken and you can be the box I cum in." his voice was deep and it lingers.

you'd usually slap his shoulder or playfully shove him off of the bed had it not been for your core throbbing just from the thought of being filled up by your beloved.

you never turned it down because you knew you wanted it just as bad. you're down if he's down.

"you're too smug about that one, honey." your breath quivers from the sensation of beomgyu's fingers lifting your baggy tee, exposing more of your skin on your tummy.

"it was good though, wasn't it?"

he looks up at you with puppy eyes, waiting for some form of a definite answer from you.

"c'mon then, you gonna be my good boy? thought you wanted to cum in me." a mischievous smile gradually appears on your lips as you hold eye contact with the beautiful man between your legs.

the movie had been long forgotten, the volume turned down a little so you could hear how you would react to each other's lingering touches. subtle lights shifting and illuminating your face for him as the scenes behind him continue.

beomgyu had already pulled your shorts down your legs and threw it aside to land on a random spot on the floor. having your cunt bare in front of him had the both of you blushing, regardless how many times you've fucked.

"oh baby, your pussy's so pretty." he coos, swiping a thumb through your folds then retracting his thumb and watching the string of your arousal stretch until it disconnects.

you hear a moan in the back of beomgyu's throat. his eyes were glued onto the sight, ultimately fascinated every single time. he repeats the action a couple more times, brushing against your clit a little higher each time to spread your slick around your pearl, still maintaining his feathery touches.

"f-fuck, beom—" your breath hitches in your throat and your fingers toy with the top of the comforter. "it tickles."

beomgyu huffs, amused at the sight. "yeah? want more tickles baby?"

you nod your head, pouting your lips with your pupils blown out.

"wan' your tongue," you whine, "always makes me feel good."

that was something your boyfriend always loved to hear. he thrives off of pleasing you, wanting you to feel good. and you giving him the green light turned a switch in him to dive into your pussy like he's been starved.

you take your shirt off, head thrown back a little once his lips latch onto your puffy pussy, having your chest heave as his tongue works slowly on your clit. you feel his thumbs stretching your lower lips, lifting his head and you watch a dollop of spit onto your core, feeling it trickle from your clit to your hole.

you loved that beomgyu was messy with you, that's one thing you never get tired of. the sounds of his saliva mixed with your slick paired with the sensation of his tongue messily lapping up and repeating, spitting again until you're all lubed up with a mixture of both your bodily fluids.

"you taste too good, but imma fuck this pretty pussy until it's molded for my dick, hm?" beomgyu sits up with his lips and chin glistening from where the light hits his face,

after he's pulled his shorts off he's immediately fisting his shaft, the head of his penis passing as a matching accessory with his lips, glistening in the dim lighting.

"yes gyu, my pussy's only for you." you gasp when he prods your clit with the head of his cock, sliding it against you. the warmth made your head hazy, just wanting him to bury it deep inside you.

"you've been a good girl for me haven't you?" he coos, hovering above you as he planks his hand on the space by your shoulder.

"'m always a good girl, can you be a good boy and fuck me now?" you place your thumb and index finger beneath his chin, guiding him to your lips you give him a chaste kiss.

though beomgyu's fisting his dick, he slows down as it throbs in his palm from the pet name. as much as he loves his dominant side, all of that crashes when you coo and praise him.

he loves being your good boy.

"fuck, mommy, gonna make you feel so good." beomgyu whimpers.

his mouth latches onto your nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened bud while your hand is cupping and squeezing the other. he lets go with an audible pop making the both of you giggle together until he trails up your chest with wet kisses, letting his teeth nip your sensitive skin by the crook of your neck.

"shit gyu," you shakily exhale.

he was too far gone with skimming his teeth over areas of your neck, nipping and lightly sucking those areas for you to admire the marks when you look into the mirror in the morning.

"don't worry princess, just admiring your body before I fill you up." his voice a little gruff by your neck and he kisses your lips, biting your bottom lip for your tongue to meet his. you could taste remnants of your arousal on his tongue and it has you smiling.

you love how filthy your boyfriend is, lucky that you were able to spend valentine's evening with the man you call the love of your life. it took you so long for him to open up to you, in terms of getting comfortable with your sex life.

once he found out how much of a freak you are in bed, he never held back in making you feel so good, giving you that princess treatment because you deserve it.

beomgyu sits back on his knees again, back to slowly stroking his dick, aligning the head with your sweet hole that's been squeezing nothing for the past few minutes.

"wan' you deep inside me beommie." the call of his nickname has him plunging deep into your pussy, sliding in nicely after doing a good job slicking you up.

"fuck, so wet and warm f'me," he goes back to littering kisses by your neck. "you alright?"

his pants were contributing to how wet he was making you, the lewd sound of his hips slapping the back of your thighs had your eyes rolling back.

"can feel you deep inside me, shit." you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him close to kiss him.

"'m making you feel good, doll?" he mumbles by yours lips before capturing your lips and swallowing your moans.

"mhm, harder gyu." you moan against his lips, "making me feel so good."

another praise, another rush of adrenaline has him thrusting harder and picking up the speed and drilling into you until the sound was consistent. he had your whole body jolting upwards while he had a hold on your hip and the other behind your neck.

"ugh princess, you're clenching me already?" he teases, pinching your hip lightly.

he makes you laugh then it morphs into a moan when he bucks his hips particularly harder at a random point.

"you feel so good inside me baby, oh– just wanna be full of your cum."

that almost tips your lover over the edge. you turn your head so you could kiss the area just by the corner of his jaw, behind his ear. you reciprocate the skinship kisses, leading a trail along the column of his neck and nipping and sucking here and there. it'd be a shame to not leave a single mark on his beautiful skin.

"keep talking to me like that," he moans, throwing his head back with is dampened bangs sticking on his forehead.

"mm, my sweet, sweet baby's gonna give me his big load, isn't that right?" you coo directly in his ear, teeth ever so lightly grazing on the shell of his ear.

"yes, yes, yes~ gonna fill you up 'till you're leaking throughout the night." his whimpers sends chills down your spine, words cannot describe how obsessed you are when he switches.

"yeah? you close?"

he nods desperately, doing his best as he pistons you without faltering.

"do it, cum in me like you said baby. my pretty boy's gonna give me his big load." you egg on his orgasm, and it only took your praises and sweet talk to push him over the edge.

you could feel his cock pumping his thick seed inside you, refusing to still his hips and make you cum too. he shudders as he continues to thrust into you, knowing that he'd hit your precious sweet spot when he heard you gasp and your moan cut off in your throat.

beomgyu's back to kissing your neck and shoulders, this time more tenderly, but still sloppy and wet. he'd look at you for a second, admiring the way you're glistening in the dim light.

"god, you're so perfect aren't you, pretty girl?" he's fallen in love with you again. and he'll continue to love you regardless.

"fuckkk, beommie, gonna cum, gonnna cum!"

you whine, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach about to snap. beomgyu's overstimulated and your pussy clenches down on him tighter than before, milking his dick with his second load that night,

"shit baby, 'm right there with you. that's my girl."

both of your moans are in perfect harmony, his arms wrapping around your torso with no space left between your sweaty bodies. heard in the room were ragged breaths as he slows down, noticing the way your legs shake from his shallow thrusts.

"dick's so good it almost had me crying." you brush your hair away from your face, wiping one eye dramatically.

"then maybe next time I should fuck you harder until you're sobbing, how about that?" beomgyu has a stupid smirk on his face, but you love it so much.

"you already know, sweet cheeks."

you pull him down to you again, hand at the back of his neck as you give each other a tender kiss, separating with an audible smack.

the sensation of beomgyu sliding his softening dick out made you shiver, watching the way he reaches over to the bedside table for his phone.

"wanna keep this as a memory," he says, opening up his camera app and switching on the flash. "gonna keep this in my wallet and look at you when I'm having a hard day."

you hear the camera shots, and he takes pictures with his tongue sticking out slightly, concentrating on getting the best angle to see your bare body, legs wide and his cum mixed with your fluid leaking from your cunt.

his words made you blush, though this wasn't the first time you and beomgyu have taken filthy pictures together, this one had more meaning held with it.

"the picture's temporary, baby, but just know I'll be here to make your hard day even better." you manage to sit up, despite the ache between your legs, and wrap your arms around his torso to give him a side hug while you both examine the photos together.

"I love you princess, I love coming home to you every day." beomgyu says softly, putting down his phone to hold your face and kiss your temple.

"I love you too gyu," you briefly squeeze him, "but I'm gonna have to rewatch barbie again, properly."

"I wanna know what happens too." he pouts, almost looking offended you didn't include him.

"no baby, I won't concentrate and you'll end up fucking me again." you imitate his pout and whiny tone.

he chuckles, biting back a grin. "yeah, but you'd love that."

you join him, nudging him and mirroring his grin that he's holding back.

"always. always gonna love that."

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whore-era · 2 years ago

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affinity - part 2

ellie williams x fem!reader

themes: angst, pining, best friends, unrequited love, love triangle

summary: after drunkenly confessing your love to your best friend of five years, you try to move on from her, but your best friend has other plans in mind.

a/n: i think this one is horrible, not my best writing, but the words were just flowin outtttt. this is also very dialogue heavy so my apologies if yall arent into that

word count: 4,204

2/3 | affinity - pt 1

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was i in heaven?

the question pops into your brain, as you truly thought you’d be dead in a ditch after the number of drinks you had last night. you made a mental note to thank dina later today for putting an end to your drunken endeavors from the night before.

blinking your eyes open, your eyesight adjusting to your surroundings, you realize you are not in your own home at all. you’re at ellie’s, familiarizing yourself with her bedspread and decor. you sit up, wincing and holding your head, the pain throbbing in your skull at the sudden movement.

sitting up properly, you scan your surroundings and your eyes stop at the sleeping figure on the couch. ellie was fast asleep on the cushions with a thin blanket covering her body, chest rising and falling at every gentle breath.

in the past, you and ellie would have no issue sharing a bed and sleeping together, as you’ve both done it a thousand times before. you’d usually wake up first, and spend the morning staring at ellie sleeping, which you were thankful she never caught you doing or else she’d never let it go. you were always enticed by the way she looked while sleeping, she was out of her element and relaxed — different from her usual reckless personality.

now, ellie slept separately from you and you could only assume it was because of her new relationship with cat. closing your eyes and recounting the events from the day before, you shook off the tears forming in your eyes. god, so much for trying to forget about her.

standing up quietly, careful not to wake her up, you pull on your shoes and make your way towards the door, opening it slowly and exiting from her shed before gently closing it again. you let out a sigh of relief, beginning the walk back to your own house. shading your eyes away from the rising sun to decrease the intensity of your pounding headache, you lay out your plans for the day.

okay, so i definitely have to shower ‘cause i reek of booze, and then i have to get ready for patrol in an hour, and then- you stop in your tracks, remembering you had patrol today, patrol with ellie. smacking a hand over your forehead, you make a note to stop by the tipsy bison to talk to maria about switching partners.

making it to your house within minutes, you rush to the bathroom and peel your clothes off to shower. the feeling of the warm water hitting your skin and relaxing your muscles was incomparable. it was a small slice of self-care you look forward to every day, as privileges like showers during an apocalypse was something hard to come by.

cleansing the grime off your body, you step out of the shower and pull on some clothes for patrol — a long sleeve, jeans, a thick jacket, and a beanie. pulling on your boots and slinging on your backpack, you head out your door, remembering your keys this time, and make a beeline toward the bar.

jackson early in the morning was something you’ve grown to love when heading out for patrol. the way the rising sun peeked over the edge of the trees, waking up the rest of the town, it always set a positive tone for your day. it was certainly one of the second-best things about this town, number one being a girl named ellie williams.

entering the bar, the bell tinkling as you opened the door, maria turns and smiles once she sees it’s you.

“just the girl i was looking forward to seeing,” maria greets, holding her broom in one hand and holding out one arm. you smile and give maria a side hug, “g’morning,” you mumble.

“so, how was last night?” the older woman queries, and you let out a groan of embarrassment.

“don’t even remind me,” you beg, “i don’t wanna think about that at all, i’m still dealing with the consequences.” you rub your head, the throbbing still present.

“well, it certainly was a sight for sore eyes,” maria chuckles, “anyways, don’t you have patrol in—” she pauses to check her wristwatch, “thirty minutes?”

you nod, “that’s actually what i wanted to talk to you about.”

“uh, oh. this can’t be good.”

“i just want to switch partners. please. put me with anyone. anyone but, ellie.”

maria sighed, “why? i mean, i’ll do it for you, but why?”

“i just don’t think i can be around her anymore. ellie’s my best friend, well was, and i don’t wanna get in the way of anything,” you say, choking back tears, attempting to distract yourself by fiddling with a loose thread on the hem of your shirt.

the older woman peered her eyes at you, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “okay, fine. you can be partnered up with jesse and ellie with dina.”

you let out a breath of relief, “thank you, maria. i owe yo-“

“on one condition.”

you narrow your eyes at her, suspicious of what her condition entailed, “….okay.”

“try talking to ethan. i think you both would be good together.”

“ethan? the stableboy?”

maria nods, “yup. talked to him yesterday and he may or may not have a small crush on you. poor kid was blabbering on about how badass and brave you are for going on patrol and all that shit, and that you’re real pretty doing it all.”

you let out a laugh, cheeks flushing red, “okay, sure. i’ll— uh— give him a chance.”

bidding maria goodbye and heading towards the front gates for patrol, you couldn’t help but think of what she said. ethan? the shy stableboy? crushing on you? you were flattered to say the least.

shaking your thoughts off, you make it to the stables and walk over to sunshine. ethan was already there, securing her saddles and brushing her brown coat.

“good morning,” you greet, approaching him. he lifts his head up in surprise, a smile settling on his face once he realizes it's you.

“oh hey, good morning,” he says in a sweet voice, “she’ll be ready in a few, just getting her all ready for you.”

“no, no— uh— take your time,” you sputter out, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to rush you or anything. just wanted to say hi.”

what the hell was this? the 5th grade? why did you suddenly feel nervous talking to this guy? ethan smiles at you, a dimple poking out from his cheek. was that always there?

“no worries,” he says coolly, “i’m glad you came over here. was hoping to see off the prettiest girl in jackson.”

your cheeks are warm and your face is red. is it getting hot in here?

from the corner of your eye, you see jesse, giving you the perfect excuse to escape from ethan to calm down a bit.

“i’ll be right back, i-i just need to talk to jesse.” you walk off quickly before he had the chance to see the tomato that was your face.

approaching jesse, you poke him on the back and he quickly turns around, preparing to sucker-punch the person who dares sneak up on him from behind.

“well, if it isn’t the little monster.” he gives you a cheeky smile, letting his fists fall down at his sides.

you roll your eyes, “please, i don’t even wanna know how you came up with that nickname,” you breathe out, “anyways, we’re patrol partners now.”

“says who?”

“says me.”

jesse rolls his eyes as you let out a laugh, and joel and tommy gather the rest of the group to make some announcements and set the agenda for the day. from your peripheral, you see ellie appear a few feet away from you, adjusting her jacket and backpack. she probably overslept, evident from her disheveled clothes and her hurried state.

the two brothers dismiss everyone to leave for patrol, and you see ethan walking towards you with sunshine. he hands you her leads, brushing his hands against yours.

“see you after patrol?” he asks smiling at you, his dimple popping out again as he tilts his head to the side a bit. how cute.

“yeah, definitely,” you smile and he nods, putting his hands in his pockets and walking back toward the stables. when he disappears from your view, you see dina speaking to ellie, causing her to turn and look your way.

you quickly turn away, praying she didn’t catch you staring. as you and jesse leave for patrol, you couldn’t help the forming pit in your stomach, hoping that you made the right decision.

that’s how the next three days went. you avoided talking to ellie, you talked to ethan at the stables, and you spent your time patrolling with jesse, which was mayhem in itself, but you tried to focus on the upside of it all.

however, ellie was growing annoyed by the second, fed up with you doing everything in your power to avoid her.

“it’s like we weren’t best friends for years!” ellie vented out, the sound of the snow crunching beneath her boots as she strolled alongside dina, giving the horses a break.

“granted, she was in love with you for almost the entire duration of your friendship,” dina commented.

ellie glared at her, “yea, but still— she could’ve talked to me or some shit. instead, she ignores me.”

deep down inside, ellie felt guilty. blaming everything on herself for how things turned out. even though you never did admit your feelings directly, while sober, she should’ve seen the signs. ellie could only imagine how you felt— constantly having the person you loved for years telling you about their own romantic pursuits. it made sense why you took off the day she told you she was planning to ask cat to be her girlfriend, you were hurt.

“it’s fine, ellie,” dina attempts to reassure, “besides, i’m sure she’ll be over it by the end of the week.”

“wait— what do you mean?” ellie stopped walking, hanging onto every word that dina was saying.

“well- you know- um,” the darker-haired brunette stutters, “how would you feel seeing her with someone else?”

fire ignited in ellie’s veins, anger flowing through every vessel in her body. what the fuck? was this your solution? using some other person to get over your feelings for her? were you actually fucking serious?

“what are you saying, dina?” her fists begin to ball up, restraining the urge to punch a nearby tree trunk.

dina’s eyes widened, realizing there was no hiding the secret now as ellie would’ve definitely found out sooner or later. ellie was perceptive and persistent, and would’ve bugged everybody in town if it meant finding out the truth about someone making plans to date you.

“so, this is a funny story,” dina laughs nervously, “a little birdie told me that they set one of the stable boys up with her.”

if you squinted your eyes and looked close enough, you could see the smoke coming out from ellie’s ears. she was infuriated.

“who?”

“ethan.”

“christ! fuckin’ ethan?” ellie yelled out in frustration, dina in the background grimacing from the sudden increase of volume in her tone.

“keep it down, will you? you’re gonna attract every clicker within a five-mile radius,” dina snapped, gaining another glare from those green eyes.

“ugh,” ellie groaned, “this is a mess.”

“why does it even matter? you’re with cat, doesn’t this make everything easier actually?” dina asks, “the possibility of her being with someone else?”

ellie’s chest tightened. the very idea of you being with someone stirred something inside her guts. maybe it was the thought of them seeing your smile every day that made her sick to her stomach, or seeing you laugh til’ your belly hurt when you watched your favorite 90’s sitcom shows on VHS. it could also be the notion of someone holding you close when you watch the first edition of ‘nightmare on elm street’ because you get terrified every time you watch it that made her want to puke or — was it thinking about someone seeing the intimate parts of your body that did it instead?

“i-i don’t know, okay?” ellie says, “and, i’m not with cat.” she clarifies, hoisting herself back onto shimmer’s saddle.

“huh? but didn’t you tell-”

“i know what i said, but i’m not with cat.” ellie cuts dina off before she had a chance to interject again, “it’s time to head back. c’mon.”

the journey back to jackson was painful for ellie, for she wanted nothing more than to see you and talk to you. every minute she was apart from you, she imagined ethan trying to win you over, swooning you with his corny jokes and suave pick-up lines. god, she was gonna be nauseous if she thought about that horse-boy one more time.

making it back in due time, ellie and dina entered through the tall, wooden gates. ellie was quick on her feet and rushed off to find you, seeing that you were already back from patrol and that you were walking into the garden — your favorite path to cut through.

ellie calls you out by your name, making you turn around but once you recognized who was calling for you, you cursed under your breath and walked faster.

“hey!” ellie yells out, “i need to talk to you!”

your feet pick up the pace, angering her even more. just as you were about to pass the bushels of purple hydrangeas, you felt a hand yank onto yours.

“stop runnin’ away from me! will you?” ellie breathes out, winded from having to chase after you.

“sorry— i, uh—” you weren’t sure what to say, “i just had a long day.”

ellie stares at you for a moment, “bullshit. why the hell do you keep fucking avoiding me?”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, a telltale sign of your anxiety forming, and if you didn’t look so damn gorgeous doing that surrounded by all the flowers, ellie swore she would’ve fallen to her knees and begged for your forgiveness right then and there.

“i just— i made a decision that was necessary for our friendship.”

you couldn’t look her in the eyes, knowing all the feelings you’ve managed to push to the back of your brain would come flooding back and the butterflies would flutter about in your belly again and your heart would pick up like you just finished laps around a football field.

“so, that’s it?” ellie’s voice is laced with bitterness, “we just forget about those five years?”

you stay silent, eyes focusing on the layer of snow covering the ground beneath your feet.

“you know, you can’t just fucking tell someone you’re in love with them and— and never speak to them again!”

your ears perked up, “what are you talking about?”

“that night,” ellie walks closer to you, “that night you were drunk, you told me you were in love with me.”

fear settles into your body and you didn’t know what to say at that point.

“that’s why i never went through with it. asking cat to be my girlfriend.”

you drag your eyes up, looking at her, and your brows draw together in confusion, “why not?”

now it was ellie’s turn to be tongue-tied, “i-i don’t kno—wait, this isn’t about me!”

“what is this even about, els?” the way the nickname you had for her rolled off your tongue was enough to turn ellie williams into a puddle. it was unorthodox how ellie’s body reacted to every single thing you did, did this always happen or did she just now notice this?

“so, it’s true then? you’re in love with me?”

you hesitated before responding, unsure how she would react to your answer, “it doesn’t matter.”

“why not?”

“because my feelings don’t— they don’t matter,” you reply, irritation growing apparent in your tone, “what matters to me is that you’re alive and healthy and happy, even if it means you being with someone else.”

ellie’s chest felt like it weighed 500 tons. she didn’t know what to do. she wanted to cry, she wanted to envelop you in her arms, she wanted to brush the hair from your face and hold your cheeks in her hands, she wanted to yell at you and tell you that your feelings were just as important and that your wellbeing mattered too.

but she stayed put, allowing her emotions to get the best of her.

“and what about you? are you happy with ethan, huh? does he make you happy?” a devious smirk creeping on her face with a subtle mocking inflection in her words.

“that’s not fair, ellie—”

how she fucking hated it when you said her full name. to you, she was els. your els.

“how?!”

“becaus—” you were about to rip one into her, releasing your true, unearthed feelings that were bottled up over five years, but you felt your hand knock into someone’s nose as you had this horrid habit of talking with your hands when you were extremely emotional.

“auggghh!” ethan groaned out in pain, holding his nose in agony.

“oh my god! ethan!” you rush over to him, putting your hands on his face to get a look at the damage. streams of crimson flowed down his nostrils, dripping down to his shirt.

“i’m so sorry!” you apologized, and the boy attempted to smile but cringed instead.

ellie rolled her eyes, “no, she’s not.” she muttered, only loud enough for you to hear, inciting a glare from you.

“don’t worry about it. it’s fine,” ethan said, his voice sounding congested, “i should’ve made myself known before approaching you, but i came here because i wanted to ask you to dinner tonight— with me, at the diner.”

ellie watched the smile grow on your face and the faded pink fan across your cheeks, and suddenly the world went silent, your lips mouthing the words ‘yes’. watching you wrap your arms around ethan and guiding him towards the infirmary, ellie couldn’t help the lump forming in the back of her throat — wishing it was her taking you out to dinner instead. but she had to stand back and watch you with someone else, a habit you knew all too well.

ellie williams never considered herself a heavy drinker. she was more of a social drinker at most, only drinking one or two beers maximum when there were the usual parties and get-togethers in town. but when you force yourself to watch the girl you love laugh at some smelly horse-boy’s jokes, you needed all the alcohol you can get.

hearing your laugh resonate through the air, ellie took another swig of bourbon, the spicy liquor burning her throat.

“what the fuck could he be saying that’s so funny? huh?” ellie spat, the glass banging on the table, provoking a flinch from jesse and dina.

“well, he’s actually kind of—” dina’s cut off by the incandescent scowl from her penetrating green eyes, “yea, no, he’s terrible.”

ellie’s head couldn’t grasp what you saw in ethan. were you attracted to his looks? he’s a 6.5 at best, is 5’6, and he’s slim. he’s also nice and friendly. but surely, ellie was better.

she knew she was more attractive, at 5’7 with a fit physique from all those hours training in combat and getting in her workout during patrol. she also was kind, funny, and intelligent. however, ellie knew she would be better for you than ethan. she knew you like the back of her hand, she could protect you far better than he could if a situation were to arise, and she could make you feel good, in more ways than one.

which is why when she spotted you and ethan preparing to leave, she knew this was her opportunity to get you alone, and also to cock-block him so he doesn’t end up trying to make a move and kiss you — an idea that immediately made her see red.

“where you goin’ this time?” jesse asks, noticing ellie stand up, taking one last gulp of that liquid courage.

“to get my girl back.”

jesse and dina looked at each other, mouthing a quiet ‘finally’ as ellie marched out the door, hoping she could catch up to you and horse-boy.

spotting you and ethan strolling down the trail, she catches sight of ethan’s hand trailing up to the small of your back.

do not fucking touch her.

ellie calls out your name, causing you and ethan to turn around and stop in their tracks. slowly jogging towards you, “hey, can i talk to you?” she breathes out, winded from her slow run, “alone.”

“um, sure.”

ellie glares at ethan, and as ethan prepares to but in, insisting he can stay nearby, your hand gently touches his arm, “i’ll see you tomorrow bright and early before i leave for patrol. okay?”

ethan reluctantly nods, “okay,” and he leans in to peck your cheek, “goodnight.” he gives ellie one last look, throwing a smirk her way before he leaves the two of you alone.

god, ellie never wanted to beat someone’s ass so badly.

her anger quickly falters once she glances at you again, looking beautiful as ever in your beanie and scarf with your cheeks all red and rosy from the chilly air.

you clear your throat, snapping her out of her thoughts. “here, i’ll— uh— walk you home.”

as you both begin your slow stroll, the tension is awkward and silent. you both didn’t know what to say. after a couple minutes of walking in this god-awful silence, ellie speaks up first, “so. how’s it going with ethan?”

“ellie, please. if you’re trying to be sarcastic—”

“no, no, i’m not,” ellie scratches the back of her neck, “i’m seriously asking. not trying to be a smartass or start an argument or anything.”

you let out a heavy sigh, “he’s nice…and he’s friendly.” you weren’t sure what else to say about him. you didn’t know him that well yet and you didn’t want to admit to her that you didn’t think he was all that cute anyways, despite the dimple.

“yeah? you like him?”

silence filled the air. you wanted to be careful with what you were going to say next, but ellie had a way to make you feel comfortable enough to open up about things you didn’t want to talk about. it was easy to talk to her because you knew she was actually listening.

“it’s not that easy to get over you, you know?” you murmur quietly, but you could tell ellie picked up on what you said. “i feel guilty for— i guess using him as a rebound, to get over what i felt for you.”

“what did you feel for me?”

you scoff, “seriously, els? you’re gonna make me say it?” ellie couldn’t help but smile at the way her nickname sounded leaving your lips. “i had a lot of feelings for you. i mean— we were best friends and you were on my mind all the time. you made my head hurt when i thought about you too much and when i was around you i got those cheesy butterflies in my stomach that people in the movies talk about.” you couldn’t help the small smile that mindlessly crept on your lips when you talked about this, and ellie couldn’t help but feel dumb for not realizing how she felt sooner.

“why didn’t you ever say anything?”

you shrugged, “i didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship and lose you. our friendship meant the world to me,” you looked down, fiddling with your shirt again as anxiety built up inside you, “and besides, it seemed like you never saw me anything more than a friend. i was never gonna be that girl. it was always someone else.”

ellie’s thoughts were running rampant, wanting to say all these things to you and tell you that you were wrong and that you are the girl for her. she wanted to beg on her knees and say she was sorry that she didn’t realize how she felt sooner, and that she was only using other girls to compensate for the fact that she couldn’t have you. but nothing came out.

approaching the front door, you take your key out from your jean pocket. “well, goodnight, els. i’ll see you tomorrow?”

once more, everything in the world went quiet and all ellie saw was you. you were standing in front of her, so clearly. the small details of your face illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light made you look like an angel sent from above. ellie knew she didn’t deserve you, after everything you’ve been through, after all the hurt she caused for you; but she was dumb if she thought she going to let you go so easily. ellie had to fight for you and she didn’t give a fuck who was in her way.

in one, swift move, ellie wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in to press her lips against yours.

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heyyyyy!! just wanted to start by saying i legit love ur writing so much ur one of my fav TH authors and i legit love seeing and reading ur stories. THEY R SO DAMN GOOD :)

anyways here the request if ur comfy lol IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND I NEED SOMEONE TO DO IT PLS QUEEN

soooo basically like 2017 soft dom tom and like we r in a car driving and like reader is rlly horny and hes teasing her LIKE CRAZYYYYY and resting his hand on her thigh and stuff and whispering dirty stuff to her giving her small neck kisses and pecks and like other teasing stuff (LOL IDK WHATEVER U WANT JUST SHIT TONE OF TEASING) and then when they get home he completely ignores reader and acts like it never happened and just acts normal and goes to watch tv on couch but then reader gets RLLY CLINGY and comes over and THEN STARTS TEASING TOM ON COUCH and like reader whispers stuff to him and neck kisses and the tom gets rlly nervous and then he gives up and like eats her out till shes BEGGING HIM TO STOP (so like some overstim) and then they fuck and yeah just smut smut smut. and tom and reader with praise kink and lots of dirty talk pretty pls. <3

HAH SORRY THAT WAS KINDA LONG AND DETAILED BUT YEAH ITS LEGIT MY DREAM STORY. pls only write if ur comfortable but yeah u can add whatever u want that would fit with the story and YEAH PLS MAKE IT GOOD!!! (u will ur amazing) yeah thankyouuuuuuuuu <3 :)

DESPERATE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you can’t contain yourself, basically throwing yourself at tom. he knows it, but wants to make you wait as long as he can, and it drives you crazy. but, he makes you realise that you should be careful what you wish for.

content: smut

a/n: thank u so much anon i’m glad u love my work, and i hope this lives up to ur expectations. also never written for older tom before so thanks for being my first req to write him🙏

he saw the glances i sent his way, the way my legs squeezed together, palms becoming a little sweaty. he noticed my breathing becoming a little erratic, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, feet tapping impatiently against the floor. he knew exactly what i wanted. but, even when i leaned over, running my hands across his inner thighs, closer and closer to his clothed dick, he kept his eyes on the road, knowing that he was driving me crazy, and he liked it.

“thinking of ordering pizza for dinner. you down?” he asks, completely ignoring my hands which are now directly over his crotch, and my eyes on him, filled with desire. he knows exactly what is doing, the slight smirk tugging on his lips telling me that, and i know that he won’t give up his little game yet. i am in for a long night, my eyes set on feeling him inside of me, willing to do literally anything to get that satisfaction, completely aware that he isn’t going to make it easy for me.

but, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease me either.

“mmm, i’d rather have you instead.” i mutter, knowing that he heard me.

we stop at a red light and he turns to me, his eyes dark, a familiar look of lust present within them. that same smirk is still on his face as he slowly leans over, planting a slow kiss just below my ear, his breath tickling the skin as he whispers into it. “who says you can’t have both?”

my eyes widen, the heat between my thighs only increasing, his words quickly causing me to become flustered, my cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson. he sees this, a small laugh escaping his lips as he plants soft kisses at my neck, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the harsh metal of his lip ring as it dances around the skin of my neck, my head tilting to the side to give him better access. his actions are abruptly cut off by the sound of a horn behind us, tom’s head shooting upwards, the traffic lights already having turned green.

he quickly adjusts himself, flashing me a quick wink before pulling his head out of my neck and beginning to drive away. my eyes focus on his hand on the gearstick, the way his veins flex, fingers tightly holding onto it, wanting nothing more for them to be moving inside of me. as if he had read my mind, he removes his hand, placing it onto my thigh, letting it travel further upwards, moving closer and closer to the place i need him most, his head still facing the road as he looks blankly at it as if he isn’t teasing me to the point that i could scream.

he moves his hand flat against me, and my body jerks in shock, his fingers slowly rubbing my clothed clit, he sees the reaction he gets out of me by doing this, smiling to himself before abruptly moving his hand away, returning it to its previous position on the gearstick as i whine in frustration.

“baby why’d you stop?” i sigh, placing my hand over his and trying to move it back over my heat, but he refuses, keeping it set on the gearstick.

“stop acting so impatient, liebe, or you know you won’t get anything. be good for me and maybe i’ll give you what you want, you just gotta wait till we get home, mhm?” he taunts, watching the way i quickly nod my head, smiling at my obedience, placing his hand back on my thigh, torturing me as his thumb begins slow movements over it.

so i stayed put, trying to distract myself literally however i could, the drive home seeming like hours as each second wasted time, time that could be spent with him inside of me. the teasing never stopped, tom kissing my ear, neck, collarbone, cheek, anywhere his lips could access whenever we stopped at a red light, promising that he’d give me what i so desperately needed once we got home. so i held on, restricting myself, his words keeping me going, acting as motivation as the reward of holding back was completely worth it.

a sigh of relief escapes my parted lips once he turns onto our driveway, my hands scrambling to undo the seatbelt, literally unable to contain myself at this point. tom however, takes his time, not stepping out of the car until i have reached the front door, unable to get in as he pulls the key from his pocket, slowly unlocking the door. i expect him to move onto me the second we walk in, pushing me against the wall, attacking me with kisses, showing me that he meant his promise, but he does the opposite.

he slowly kicks his shoes off, walking into the kitchen as i stand there, pissed off and feeling completely let down. i join him in the kitchen as he stands on his phone, leaning against the counter, a smile forming on his lips once he sees me walk in.

“what pizza do you want babe? i’m feeling like pepperoni.” he utters those words so nonchalantly, as if the things he had said to me, the way he had touched me in the car were all figments of my imagination. i mumble a small ‘get me anything, i don’t care’, before trudging to the living room, sexually frustrated, completely done with his teasing.

he joins me soon after, patting my thigh gently as he sits beside me, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the channels as if i wasn’t sat next to him, bored and desperate. i had reached my breaking point.

“tom…” i trail off, leaning towards him, my lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, taking note of the way his breathing begins to quicken, knowing that i am slowly getting to him. but he doesn’t show it yet, his expression still blank, eyes still set on the tv in front of him.

“baby…” i mutter against his skin, my hand reaching for his crotch, palming him as a low groan emits from his now parted lips. he shuffles in his seat a little, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. still nothing. i reach underneath his t-shirt, my fingers tracing his abs, feeling every muscle, lips still attached to his neck. he doesn’t give in, keeping me waiting, which only frustrates him even more, but i can feel him slowly giving in, only motivating me more.

“please, i promise i’ll be good…” i slowly say, looking upwards at him before climbing onto his lap, straddling him as he has no choice but to look into my eyes. “i’ll be so good…”

i repeat my words, dipping my head so that it is underneath his chin, kissing his neck once again, sucking gently on the skin as i try to leave marks. but i am not finished yet. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed dick, moving back and forth at a teasingly slow pace. it doesn’t take long for his hands to grip at my hips, completely stopping my movements. bingo.

“so fucking impatient.” he mumbles, switching us around in one swift motion as he lays me on the couch, moving on top of me and messily colliding his lips with mine. “couldn’t wait at all could you, hm?”

i say nothing, too busy focusing on the way his lips move against mine. he clearly isn’t wasting anytime as i feel his hands move to my leggings, hooking his fingers around the hem, tugging them and my panties down, raking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. my own hands scramble for his t-shirt, taking it off of him and letting it find the pile of clothes on the floor, my own t-shirt and his pants following, only his boxers between us.

he reconnects our lips as a quiet ‘please’ escapes from my mouth, wanting more than just a kiss, having waited all night for this.

“please what? you know you have to use your words schatz.” he teases, his forehead against mine, waiting for me to speak.

“need you to touch me.” i whine, my hands finding his neck as i play with the loose strands of hair, watching the way he nods his head, seeming satisfied with my answer.

he crawls downwards, kissing each part of my body as he does so, nipping gently at the skin, enjoying the way my breathing is fast and heavy, low whines escaping my mouth. he reaches my inner thighs, still planting small kisses, one hand on each leg as he forces them both apart, letting his head rest in-between them, stopping his motions and looking upwards at me, his eyes meeting mine.

“you sure?” he asks, knowing full well what my answer is, using his breath to ask such a pointless question, knowing that it will only get me more riled up.

“yes tom just- fuck! touch me, ple-.” i sigh out, my pleading soon cut off when i feel his tongue delve into me, my mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as i my hands find their way into his hair, pushing him further into me.

“oh my god!” i cry, feeling his tongue hit all the right spots inside of me, knowing that it won’t take long for the familiar knot to form in my stomach, his teasing meaning that the smallest of touches had the biggest effect on me. he groans against me, the bass in his throat sending a vibration through me, yet another moan spilling from my lips, his name never being said this many times before.

his pointer finger finds its way to my clit, rubbing slow circles whilst his tongue continues to drill inside of me, my release building up inside of me.

“getting close. don’t stop, oh my god please don’t stop!” i beg, my hands lost within the thick strands of brunette hair, the previous tidy bun messy thanks to me, but he didn’t seem to mind, only focused on feeling me get to my end.

his tongue touches my g-spot, a high pitch moan unlike no other i had uttered coming from the back of my throat. he picks up on this, directly hitting that spot over and over, my vision clouding, eyes rolling to the back of my head, way too lost in pleasure to process the fact that the knot in my stomach had released, tom swallowing all of my juices. i expect him to stop, my chest heaving up and down, coming down from my high, every part of me sensitive, but he keeps going at a fast pace - if not quicker than before.

“too much! can’t take it.” i breathe out, my thighs squeezing against his head, careful not to apply too much pressure, but he only smiles against me, completely ignoring my pleas.

“you wanted me to touch you.” he mutters into me, replacing his mouth with his fingers so he can speak more clearly. “so that’s what i’m gonna do schatz.”

and he sticks to his words, his tongue moving back inside me, the overstimulation quickly taking over, my entire body jolting when he hits the sensitive spots inside of me, unable to take the pleasure.

“please…i can’t…too much…”

my words are incoherent, not able to form full sentences as i feel another release building up.

“not stopping until you say the word baby.” he mumbles against me, referring to our safe word that i have only had to use once. he knows that i won’t say it, secretly enjoying the pleasure despite the pain that comes with it, taking all of it in. “you can give me one more, doing so well.”

i take in every single word of praise he gives me, using it to work through the pain, focusing on the pleasure, using it to guide me to my release, my eyes squeezing shut, head falling backwards as it takes over, my back arching off of the couch, this one much more powerful than the last. he swallows everything, planting a few kisses on my lips as i wince, completely spent. my body lays limp on the couch, his moving upwards so that he is hovering above me. he kisses me softly, his thumb reaching upwards and wiping a few tears that i hadn’t even realised had fallen.

he sits up, taking his boxers off, stopping them at his knees, not even bothering to fully remove him. he lifts my body, sitting me on top of him so i am straddling him.

“you did so well baby. you think you can handle just one more, for me?” he asks, running his hands up and down my hips, watching as i tiredly nod my head, a small smile spreading across his face.

i position myself onto him, slowly sliding downwards as he fills me up.

“fuckkkk.” he drags out, his head falling backwards and resting on the top of the couch, his hands tightly holding my hips, fingers digging into the flesh.

i stop about halfway, feeling completely full, not sure how i will be able to take all of him. he sees that i am struggling, kissing my cheeks gently , moving down to my collarbone.

“you feel so good baby, keep going, you’re almost there. shit- so fucking good.”

low groans escape his mouth as i nod my head, continuing to sink onto him until i am fully sat on him, my mouth dropping open, wincing a little at the pain, his fingers nothing compared to the size of him. i place my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as i begin bouncing up and down, tom moaning loudly, his hands never leaving my hips, watching me move on him.

“so fucking tight, oh my god…” he sighs out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as i speed up my movements, whining as he hits a totally new angle, never feeling so good, so full before.

his forehead glistens with sweat, muscles flexing every time he squeezes my hips, his fingers leaving marks into my skin, but i don’t complain, the feeling only increasing my stamina. my walls clench around him unconsciously, tom groaning whenever i do it, the feeling only bringing him closer to the edge.

“just like that.” he groans, his voice deep. “yeah, shit baby- feels so good.”

after my two orgasms, it doesn’t take me long to become tired, my movements slow and sloppy. my body collapses onto his chest, frustrated as i am getting close, unable to get there myself. he notices this quickly, beginning to thrust upwards into me, loud moans echoing throughout the room as i try my best to meet his movements, rotating my hips a little, feeling him deeper inside me than i ever have before.

“i’m close. don’t stop.” i manage to say, messily colliding his lips with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth whilst his strokes remain strong and deep, hitting all the right spots.

“me too baby.” he mutters between kisses. “almost there, you’re doing so so well.”

his dick twitches inside of me as he thrusts in and out a few more times, before his cum shoots into me. his head quickly falls backwards, eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as a long groan falls from it, his release triggering my own as i clench around him for the last time. he thrusts a few more times, riding out our highs, our heavy breathing and skin slapping together the only thing sounding throughout the quiet room.

he kisses my lips once more, pulling apart as his forehead leans against mine, arms holding me within his embrace, skin pressed together.

“you did so good meine liebe. took me so well.” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath as i am unable to respond, totally worn out, my body weak as it rests in his for support.

his lips gently kiss my forehead, one hand running through my hair whilst the other gently strokes my back, his breathing calming down as he utters sweet nothings in my ear until i fall asleep within his embrace, completely exhausted.

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moonlit-stay · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 4

▪ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Lingerie

▪ Genre: Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.7k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Hyunjin, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, lingerie, unprotected sex, creampie

▪ Other Warnings: brief mentions of eating

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Black, White, and Red <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

Your home is quiet as you gently kick your front door closed, the crisp morning air following you into the warm embrace of your home as a slight chill runs up your spine.

The house is calm and peaceful as you let your bag lightly drop to the floor, kicking your shoes off a second later. You rummage through your bag for a brief moment until you find a box securely holding what you spent the morning out searching for.

About a week ago, you decided to go shopping on one of your days off. The house was quiet and empty without Hyunjin there, and you settled on going out to pass the time until he returned from work.

While you were out, you passed by a large window of a boutique that had recently opened. The mannequins in the window instantly caught your eye as you stopped to take in the sets of lingerie that were proudly on display. Curiosity got the best of you and before you knew it, you were pushing the doors of the boutique open to walk inside.

You slowly wandered through the boutique, eyes wide and curious as you took in the brightly colored walls, white marble flooring, and walls lined with every style of lingerie you could think of. Some were placed on mannequins much like the ones in the window, while others were hung up or carefully folded and placed on shelves or in drawers you could rummage through.

It was slightly overwhelming. All the colors, materials, textures, and styles being a lot to take in at once when you were completely surrounded by it all. You let your eyes rake along all the sets as you walked further in until you made it to the back wall of the boutique. Your eyes landed on a particular set, one that was unlike any other set in the shop, and any other set you had seen before.

The set was red, and while there were plenty of pieces in the boutique that were red, that specific shade of red was one of your favorites due to how well it complimented your skin tone. You ran your fingertips along the silk until they reached the delicate lace, another thing that there was definitely no shortage of in the boutique, but you had never seen a lace pattern like that.

Everything about that set was different and artistic, something new and unique. In that moment, the only thought that crossed your mind was Hyunjin. You knew he would love it just as much as you do, if not more so, and as much as you wanted to buy it, you reluctantly decided to wait. Hurrying home before you changed your mind.

A few days later, on a cold, rainy day, you found Hyunjin tucked away in his art studio. It's a room within your shared home specially dedicated to his artistic nature and desire to create, and he cherishes the space just as much as he cherishes the things he creates within its four walls.

You quietly approached him, watching over his shoulder as he mindlessly sketched a pattern onto a page within his sketch book. You let a gentle hand rest against his back, careful not to disturb him as you drew circles where your hand rested. He hummed lightly at the contact, enjoying your presence as the sound of rain gently filled the space. You let your eyes rake over the pattern, and with every new line, curve, and scribble he added, it reminded you of the set you had seen at the boutique just a few days prior.

"What's that?" You quietly asked, your voice barely above a whisper as he turned his head to look at you.

"Just an abstract sketch," he answered, smiling up at you, "do you like it?"

"I do," you replied honestly, returning his smile as you let one of your hands cup his cheek. "It actually reminds me of something I've seen before."

He tilted his head at you in curiosity, and you only smiled wider in response, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and encouraging him to finish his sketch before he could ask you any questions.

After seeing Hyunjin's sketch, you knew you had to go back and buy that set, especially with your anniversary only a few days away.

Now here you are, returning home the morning of your anniversary with, in your opinion, the perfect gift for your hardworking boyfriend. You admire the box sitting carefully in your hands, each side of the box wrapped delicately in thick paper that closely resembles a paper bag, and then tied in a silk, white ribbon.

It's times like these you're thankful for your boyfriend's work schedule. You always have plenty of time to plan things for him without the worry of him catching onto your actions, or, in this case, seeing you make a beeline for your shared room.

You quickly unwrap the box, taking the lid off and letting it fall to the floor next to you. Your eyes sparkle as your fingertips reach for the lace, tracing over the design before you grab the straps to pull it out of the box. You rest it against your figure, looking at your reflection in your floor length mirror. You run a hand down your torso to smooth out the fabric before you briefly part ways with your mirror to put the set on.

To say you're in love is an understatement. The color looked even better against your complexion than you originally thought it would, and this was only made better by the way the piece perfectly hugs all your curves. The lace is soft against your skin, and you feel giddy thinking about how Hyunjin's going to react when he sees it later.

With that thought, you realize it won't be long before Hyunjin comes home. While he wasn't exactly happy about having a schedule on your anniversary, he was thankful it was only a short morning schedule that would take him an hour or two.

You pull your black, silk robe over your form, letting it rest against your shoulders before you secure it around your waist. You take one final look at your reflection, a smile of complete satisfaction taking over your features as you adjust your robe to hide the lingerie. A moment later you hear the front door close followed by Hyunjin's voice sounding through the space of your home. The smile on your face only widens as you hurriedly make your way to greet him.

You're met with the sight of Hyunjin standing with a large bouquet of red roses in his hand, he holds them close to his chest until he sees you turn the corner, then he extends the bouquet to you. Your jaw drops, your eyes darting back and forth between Hyunjin's eyes and the roses as you slowly walk up to him. You pull him into a tight hug, feeling safe in his embrace as you gently place your hand over his.

"Thank you, baby." You whisper to him, feeling emotional as you gaze into his eyes.

"You're welcome, my love." He replies, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "Let me get these in some water for you, okay?"

You nod in response, feeling him grab at your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours as you both walk into the kitchen. You grab a vase and fill it with water as Hyunjin cuts the ends of each of the stems. You pour the plant food into the water, quickly stirring it in as you watch Hyunjin place each of the flowers into the vase one by one.

Once the vase is full, Hyunjin carefully carries it over to the kitchen table, setting it directly in the center before he takes a step back to stand next to you so you both can admire the display.

"They're beautiful, Jinnie." You quietly tell him, resting your head against his bicep.

"Only the best for you, baby." He responds, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his arm moves to wrap around your waist.

You move to look up at him, taking a minute to let your eyes take in all his features one by one. He can see all the love in your eyes when your eyes finally meet his, and he leans in to press another kiss to your lips. You turn to face him, feeling his hands gently grip at your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He quickly deepens the kiss, feeling you melt into him as your lips mold perfectly against his.

You reluctantly break the kiss, pulling back enough for you to speak as Hyunjin chases your lips.

"Don't you wanna eat first?" You ask him breathlessly, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as he pulls you closer.

"We can eat later, baby." He breathes out, moving to press kisses along your jawline.

"I know, but we can also eat now and continue this later." You explain, letting out a soft moan when his kisses move to your neck and against your sweet spot.

You feel one of his hands gently grab your wrist, he guides your hand in between your bodies until your palm is resting flat against his bulge. He lets out a low groan at the contact, involuntarily biting down on your skin before running his tongue over the area.

"This can't wait, baby." He moans out, feeling you run your hand along his bulge as he bucks his hips into your hand. "Please, angel."

"Okay, Jinnie." You breathe out, feeling his fingers hook under the fabric of your robe to slide it down your shoulders.

When his eyes catch sight of the red fabric of your lingerie, his eyes immediately dart to yours, and you swear you see his eyes darken. His hands move to untie your robe, letting it slide off your shoulders and onto the floor. He takes a step back to fully take you in, letting his eyes take in all the details of your set.

He hurriedly pulls you into your shared room, laying you back on your bed and hovering over you. He wastes no time in trailing kisses from your neck down to your torso, taking in the pattern of the lace in the process.

"My sketch..." he trails off, letting his eyes rake over the details. "This is what it reminded you of."

"Yes." You breathe out, your back arching slightly when you feel him nudge one of his thighs between your own.

"God," he groans out, moving back up your body to press his lips against yours.

The kiss is messy, your tongues colliding with need as he shuffles you further up the bed. He pulls away from you to rid himself of his clothes, the fabric hot and suffocating against his skin as the craving to feel the lingerie and your skin against his own grows with every second he spends gazing at your form laid out underneath him.

He moans when he finally feels the silky fabric against his bare skin, grabbing at one of your thighs to wrap it around his waist. He quickly realizes this particular set is crotchless when his bare length, hot and heavy, rests directly against your bare heat, and you both moan out in unison when he involuntarily thrusts against you.

You're both shaking with need, and he hurriedly lines his length up with your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds and into your warmth. He leans forward to nuzzle his head into your neck as both your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer so he can sink deeper inside you.

"Fuck, baby-" He moans out, feeling you clench around him when he finally bottoms out. "You're so good to me."

"Only the best for you, baby." You reply breathlessly, mimicking his words from earlier as you eagerly roll your hips against his.

He pulls out of you completely, softly shushing your desperate whines as he grips his length at the base. He presses his tip to your clit, rubbing it against the bundle of nerves to see you squirm before he stuffs the entirety of his length back into your heat with one harsh thrust.

You let out a shriek, your back arching into his chest as your hands come to grip at his shoulders. He repeats his thrusts, using the same amount of force he knows will have you screaming for him in no time.

"F-Fuck-" you choke out, feeling Hyunjin press messy kisses to where he's resting against your neck.

"God, you're so tight, baby." He moans out, briefly stilling inside you as he takes a deep breathe. "Relax for me, angel, please."

He can feel your walls pulse around his length, and they only tighten around him when he speaks.

"M'sorry." You whine out, a choked sob leaving your lips when he picks up his pace again. "Can't help it."

He pulls your thighs further apart and you both moan out when he hits deeper inside you. He throws his head back as his jaw goes slack, feeling your nails dig into his soft skin.

"I know, angel, I know." He replies, angling his hips to hit that soft, gummy spot deep inside you.

Your eyes roll back as you let out a scream of his name. Your eyes screwing shut and your mouth falling agape as Hyunjin's tip repeatedly presses against that spot.

You can feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, and you can only let out choked sobs and broken moans of Hyunjin's name when he reaches between your connected bodies to rub harsh circles against your clit.

"Jinnie, please-" you cry out, your hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts and feel his fingertips press harder against your clit.

"Just a little more, angel, fuck." He breathes out, feeling your thighs shake around his waist. "Cum with me, baby."

Hyunjin's eyes roll back as he stuffs every inch of his length inside you before he paints your walls white. You can feel his length throbbing against your walls, and that's the last thing you need for your orgasm to wash over you. You cream around his cock, and he slowly thrusts into you to ride out both your highs, only stopping when you both whine out from overstimulation.

The only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat drumming in your ears as Hyunjin collapses against you, rolling you both onto your sides. You both quietly lay there until your breathing evens out and your heart rates slow. You nuzzle into Hyunjin's chest as he wraps his arms around your waist to hold you against him.

"Happy anniversary, angel." Hyunjin whispers out, feeling you smile against his bare chest.

"Happy anniversary, my love." You reply, moving to press a kiss to his lips. "Did you like your gift?"

His eyes darken at your question as his hands run along the fabric of your lingerie that is still clung to your body.

"I loved my gift, baby." He answers, hearing you giggle in response.

He shifts his hips forward and you whimper at the sensitivity, he only smirks at you in response and you can feel him growing hard inside you again.

"I think we should plan on dinner instead of lunch today, angel." He breathes out, hearing you lightly chuckle before the sound is quickly replaced by a moan.

"If we do this again, we're not gonna make it to dinner, either." You state, your body lightly rocking upwards with every slow thrust of Hyunjin's hips.

He smiles at your words, looking into your eyes as he increases the speed of his hips only slightly.

"I love you." He softly tells you, watching you mirror his smile before you respond.

"I love you, too." You reply just as softly, fighting to keep your eyes open as Hyunjin pulls you flush against his chest.

Anniversaries are a special day that come around once a year to celebrate something of significant importance. Everyone has their personal preferences and opinions of how these special days should be spent, but for you and Hyunjin, you've both always agreed that actions speak louder than words.

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k3m1y4 · 10 months ago

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“nothing in the world belongs to me.”

fyodor x gn!reader

summary: just a calm night with ease, nothing else belongs to you but for your love for yourself, and him, he was you. before you could die, let him be the heat that warms the cold. nothing in the world belongs to him, nothing. belongs to you.

author’s note: fluff and angst?, not proofread, no warnings. here’s a little fic before i go to sleep early because i need to fix my messed up sleep schedule <3 love u pookies, have a great morning/night/day.

. . . ecard: my love all mine . . . by mitski.

The breeze was indeed cold.

Your weakened body walked through the thickened snow. Your feet barely even moving by a single step, your tracks tainted the snow deep into the ground. Waiting for it to melt and disappear in a fragrance of a snowflake landing gracefully on the chill land. You hum quietly as you continued to forward yourself into finding your beloved, you hold him so dear. The dark shade of the leaves painted by the snow falling from the sky, what a keen eye could see from the mesmerizing scenery. The moon kept it’s guidance into leading you through the snowed forest. Light coloring your skin to a brighter tone as you pause in your pace. You flutter your eyes closed as you sigh, puffs of air blowing throughout the wind, carrying the last and first time of your breath.

You hum an unfamiliar tone; you were clueless must to know of what you sing. You’ll never hear the heavenly melody of the birds chant and echo during the spring. When the flowers will now bloom, welcoming it’s beauty it hides within the cold to keep a surprise of amusement. You knew you’d meet him here, back to where you met. The last will be the better of the first. Clasping on the trunk of the tall tree tightly as you lean against the wood. Breathing heavily as the warmth of your presence was no longer protecting you from the cold, it gave in to give up. You watch the snow continue to fly as the wind pushes it away from your gaze. You chuckle silently to yourself, wherein deaf ears could hear.

“Fedya…”

You impatiently fix your composure as you wait for the man awaiting you for your final remorse. “Fedya…” You say out again, you felt numb and weak. Though, there was no chains pulling you back to the darkness you merely seek at the chances life was already tearing you to shreds, unperfected and flawed. Just like any other fool lighting the world with its’ unmarked glow. You sigh in faux disappointment as you fold your arms, your vision started to blur in a trance as you blink twice to keep up with your fatigue. “Fyodor!” You weakly yell as you step on the chill as it sent a chill down to your spine. You hug yourself tightly as you shake your head, waving the pain away from you.

You knelt down, your clothed knees meeting the veins of the unsettling, cold atmosphere. The wind brushing your hair as it flew the flakes away from your flesh. You start to shape the piece of snow into a large rounded ball. Placing it forcefully on the ground, you make another, another. Repeatedly. The size decreasingly shrunken to your desired measurement. You stand up, inspecting the area surrounding you in barriers. You look down at your coat as you avert your eyes to a leaf slopingly resting on the coldness. You carefully put it on the rounded ball at the very top of the structure as you giggle in joy. Whether then it be your last snowman, you had the bit of joy from the heat of a candle so small and easily melted.

“Myshka.” Fyodor spoke deeply. You were back to him. You trace along the snowman’s head forming a curved smile on it’s face. Fyodor chuckles at your pointless yet adorable antics you’d always do during the winter season. Not like he was complaining. You gently decorated the snowman as you softly placed your headwear on your masterpiece as Fyodor watches you silently observing your actions as he sighs. “Моя любовь, ты можешь простудиться.” He reminds you at you just smile at him tilting your head as he rolls his eyes at you. “Stop being so stubborn for once, my love.” He walked towards you and poked your nose with his slender finger. “But Fedya! I’m going to die anytime soon. Let me have some fun…” You whine at him, but who was he to reject.

“Alright, alright, myshka. Just be careful, okay?” He runs his surprisingly warm hands against your silk hair. “Hmm? Fedya, your hands are unusually warm!” You exclaim at him as you test out how heated he was by hugging him tightly. Oh he was warm! He stumbled back slightly; his back gently hitting the wooden tree. You bury your face in his chest as he couldn’t help but just groan at your stupid acts. “Моя любовь...” He sighed, preventing his urge to just scold you he instead pulled you towards him. As you hug him, desperate and pleading for his affection.

He embraces you back in a form of acceptance as you “sleep” within his warmth. His eyes look down at you and gently caress your lifeless face, tilting your chin up, your eyes fluttered already closed. He smiles slightly as he lets your head lay on his shoulder as he leans his head back to relax in the slightest moments of these. You taught him how to love, when he couldn’t. You taught him to do the simplest forms of affection he could not show. You taught him how to love you. You gave him the lesson, nothing belongs to him, not you, not his treasure, nothing but only his, only love. Stroking your hair as his chest breathes, yours didn’t. Your heart slowed down quickly, he couldn’t feel your voice nor your life anymore carrying with him. And here he was. You were his teacher, and he was the student. Despite your intellect lower than his, you somehow managed to teach him things a normal human could simply display to those who they love. Love was weird to him, he hated the idea of affection, adoration, and admiration. He knew how to define its’ meaning, but never how.

He was grateful of you, when you unexpectedly barged into his life like the upcoming of his mistakes on the bumpy road all the way. He will die too, he will be with you. He is a bad person, you weren’t. You were the first to tie the string, you tied the strings. And you were the first one to cut it apart. You may disappear, but. You filled a hole in his heart; ripped many times. And you tainted him with your goodness.

“Sleep well, my love. I love you.”

He never received a letter written, I love you too.

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GAAA. Not too angsty for me but idk idk. Tried to experiment here and it kinda failed. I’m sleep so i’m wayyyy tooooo lazy to read it. Kinda lazy for the plot. Thanks for reading tho 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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thevesuvianchronicles · 8 months ago

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Burnt Amber

I was reading something the other night about the fact that in the dark the cones in our eyes legit can't respond to light like, at all. considering my recent bg3 binge that obviously got me thinking abt a certain sassy vampire and thus... this piece. (I've also been told there's a scene that could go along with this but I legit just got to act 3) enjoy!

spoilers for vague bg3 things

If he had to explain it - which he never would- the world lost its color. Many people looked back upon childhood so happily, everything had been brighter, the world bigger, love was so easy and quickly fleeting. A babe’s eyes opened to blurry yet vivid shades, pastels, and tints. Yet the first thing Astarion’s crimson eyes had seen was only the darkness of his own coffin. Color meant nothing to a vampire who’s first vivid memories consisted of clawing his way through six feet of funerary dirt.

Though his vampiric vision allowed him to make out the different threads on a rich man’s lapel, he only ever saw it in moonlight. Only a reflection, a fraction of the beauty the sun would give the fabric. Where there had been pastels there was now muted tones, tinted colors became gray, and shades became nothing but more inky darkness.

Centuries of this and he slowly began to forget the true colors the world had to offer. Was purple always so deep that one couldn’t discern where a sleeve ended and the night air began? Had yellow always seemed so dull? And red… had red always been so greedy? Soaking up and glaring back the same sick color he saw in Cazador’s eyes.

That’s all his vampiric life had been, that was all it ever would be.

Yet there he stood, watching the last of the sun’s rays dip below the horizon

Despite his suave demeanor and sweetened words, he knew how to woo someone, lure them into his bed with his body and honeyed words, and later back to his master. Yet no words could describe the sun now. It burned his irises, his eyes ached for him to blink, turn away, and do anything but stare into the sun. He simply couldn’t stop; it would take away his breath if he needed to breathe.

His first realization that color was far better within the sun was, rather unfortunately, Gale. Upon falling on his ass, Gale had done the wizardly thing and began rambling. However, Astarion wasn’t paying attention at all. His eyes were on Gale’s robe. He couldn’t remember a purple ever being so vibrant, so cocky almost, as if requiring you to look at it. It fit Gale as Astarion would come to learn. Then he saw purple everywhere. Balsam blooms carried but seemed a warmer tint of Gale’s robe. Shadowheart’s armor was even darker, matching that which Astarion saw late at night in the alleys of Bauldur’s Gate. He hadn’t really thought about it but he rather thought purple and red clashed. Leave it to that wizard from Waterdeep to be a walking fashion faux pas.

Yet despite the fashion error, Astarion couldn’t stop thinking about purple, the many different shades he had seen in a matter of days. The sun making the slightest variations more obvious to his crimson eyes.

He first realized that light is what made the colors so polluted, as if the colors were waiting to leach into his eyes when he couldn’t help but stare at the color yellow. It was, by far, not his favorite color, drawing too much attention of a rouge like himself.

Yet the golden glow of the divine seemed to suit Shadowheart. The brilliance of a guiding bolt whizzing past his ear, bathing a goblin in light, setting it ablaze. The disgusting color had saved his skin to many times to count by now. All thanks to the devotee’s hands.

The vampire couldn’t say he understood Shadowheart’s devotion. But the sheer power her belief brought the color yellow, made him quirk a brow. Such polluting brillance made him wonder if light was able to redeem every color.

The color followed him after that battle. Yellow licked at Karlach’s flames, light reflected off the golden threads of Halsin’s armor, it even sparked every time Lae’zel sharpened her sword.

Yet there was nothing that could redeem the color red. No amount of light or dark could make crimson look any better. In darkness it looked like a cesspool of all things evil, an open maw waiting to swallow whatever it could. In the light of day, it reminded him of nothing but lost souls, glowing red eyes, and a sickly grin.

It was the color Cazador liked most on him, both his clothes and his skin. It was the color his life had been reduced to. Living off such crimson ichor, so much so that it stained him, stained even his eyes from what he had gathered about vampiric looks. It was the only color that he would be happy to forget, but never could.

“You know if you stare at the sun long enough… you could go blind.” The voice came from behind him, his pointed ears finally picking up on the crunch of gravel beneath feet. His eyes did feel a bit dry as he blinked, black and swirling colors hindering his vision as he looked back over his shoulder.

The leader of their little group was… interesting to say the least. So focused on the tadpole and their companion's journeys that Astarion hadn’t learned much about their own personal goals, if any. He should work on that.

“I always love to look at beautiful things, not unlike yourself darling.” Astarion let the words lilt off his tongue, but didn’t turn away from the setting sun.

He heard a small hum from you as you settled beside him, standing close enough for him to tell that you had refreshed yourself from today’s adventuring.

Neither said anything for a while, the gentle rustle of trees and soft calls of animals in the underbrush the only noise. He had been so lost in his musings that he hadn’t realized how far the sun had set, a barely visible sliver of yellow still visible surrounded by orange and red.

“Well… now that the lovely colors are gone I do believe I’ll turn in for the night. A book and a glass of red do seem to be calling my name.” Astarion sighs, as if it would be a hassle to get up and walk the few steps to his tent. It is a hassle, to leave the presence of their leader has become more and more of a hassle on his heart than he’s willing to accept.

“Don’t go now, it’s just started to change.” Your voice was soft, softer than he has ever heard it and a glance tells him that your eyes are still on the setting sun.

“No thank you darling, I do think I’ve seen enough shades of red for a thousand lifetimes.” There is a twist of pain in his voice, one that makes him wrinkle his nose. He was getting too easy, a slip like that with Cazador and he would have been reminded how much he hates red.

“But the sky is beautiful-“

He cuts you off with a flippant wave of his hand and a scoff. A change of subject was all they needed, easier territory. “It’s just red. You know they say a red sky at night means-“

“It’s not just red Astarion.” You cut him short this time, tone sharp. He didn’t understand why you would defend such a color. Of all things to fight for, a color. They saw red spilled every day, every day their leader fought, for teiflings, for druids, for their companions. Each day that color ruined everything it touched.

“Oh? Do tell darling, what is oh so special about that distasteful mix of colors. A muddled mess of all things awful-“

“I rather think red is beautiful.” Astarion snaps his eyes up, disgust curling his lips, a flaunting jab just ready on the tip of his tongue when your eyes stop him.

At some point, he wasn’t sure when, you had turned to look at him. Eyes just as soft as your voice had been. There is a sweet tilt to your lips as he turns, as if finally seeing what they had been after.

He sees the minute shift of you eyes, as if darting back and forth. He can hear the uptick in your heartbeat, the tension releasing from your shoulders. As if the sight of him was what you were after, as if waiting to catch his eye.

Then he remembered. Remembered exactly what color his eyes now were.

“I happen to like that color.” You grinned, eyes steady on his. His mind was blank, no haughty taunt or seductive words. He could do nothing but blink as a grin spread wide on your lips and you turned back towards the sun.

“When the sun hits just right… it’s beautiful, a burst of burnt amber. I think it’s the prettiest color I’ve ever seen.” Astarion knew they were definitely not talking about the sunset anymore. He couldn’t help but stare at you. The curve of your nose, the way your smile seemed so giddy, the way the sun reflected in your own eyes.

Red was the color of the flowers Karlach had tried to pick for all of them. It was the color the jewels in Lae��zel’s armor, the color the hem of Gale’s awful robe. And it was the color of the blood you so willingly gave him. Had offered as soon as he had explained himself that night, without asking for anything in return. You were so different than what he expected.

He tutted, realizing he had been staring and turns back towards the sunset, listening closely as you go to sit on the ground. The bright yellow of the sun diffused into a russet orange that slowly eased into a vibrant, dazzled red. He sighed, slowly settling himself beside you, far closer than before.

“Yes darling, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I could grow to love it.”

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vasito-de-leche · 8 months ago

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Hello. I saw you wrote about the 1999 reverses, can I request something Druvis III romantic with the readers? The way she reacts to lovingly treat her lover at night.

Hope you see my request. Have a good night

;R1999 DRUVIS III - "your favorite flower"

Druvis III x Reader. 800~ words. fluff During the day, she stands as the embodiment of elegance: tall and poised, unwavering under the sun. At night, she takes root by your side, seeking your warmth.

ty for your request! not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you like it either way <3

Long, tangled curls tickle your face, your neck, your arms.

The copper ends of her hair brush against your skin like soft petals, until you're engulfed by her. In here, it smells like cedar, tuberose and amber. It smells like home. A wild strand falls over your eyes, another over your nose.

Your attempt to free yourself only make things worse, but then you hear her laugh. Druvis pulls back just enough to save you from suffocating and you're free to admire the sunset hues of her hair─red tips turning orange, until they finally fade into a light blonde. Her deep, emerald gaze meets you halfway at the same time her hands find yours, fingers interlocked.

And she smiles. The Sun itself looms above you, and then leans down from the stars to kiss the space between your eyebrows.

Over the years, Druvis has shown you her favorite flowers, her favorite trees. She's taken you to the most wonderful sights amidst a sea of green, from the high view atop a hill to the small, budding flowers and the patches of moss on rough bark. You remember the feeling of your bare feet against the moist dirt, the dim light of dawn and her hand in yours, guiding you to cross shallow, clear rivers. To run with her through lush flower fields and to climb or rest under the shade of massive trees on hot days.

But none of this can ever compare to her.

It almost feels sacrilegious to think about that time in the distant past when all you saw in her was a cold, aloof sort of beauty, a look of indifference cast upon the world, as opposed to the lively fire that burns within her. But that was back when you only knew of her family name. Now, you understand her better than most. Druvis isn't the sort of person who hides behind ambiguity or misleading words, she prefers to let her actions speak for her.

When it's time to show you the depth of her affections, she almost never outright says it─she shows you instead.

Sometimes, she looks at you with that adoring expression, one that makes you melt on the spot. Sometimes, she asks that you braid her hair or that you read something with her late at night before it's time to sleep. Sometimes, she takes you to see the blooming flowers within the suitcase. She lets you into her world, allowing you to read her like an open book.

Those eyes are all you need to see to know what goes within her mind, and right now you can tell she's happy. So very happy.

"Did something good happen today?" You murmur into her hair as she buries her head in the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. It tickles, and she must have realized because she plants a gentle apology kiss on your shoulder right after.

"Not particularly," the reply is short, like an afterthought or a preamble to the content sight that escapes Druvis.

"Just wondering. You're awfully cuddly tonight."

There's a pause.

"... Does it bother you?"

There is no visible change to her tone nor behaviour, but you notice the way she stops and freezes in place, breathlessly waiting for your reply. Oh no, absolutely not. Before her thoughts can even linger on that possibility, you shift positions─instead of laying on top of you, now she lays by your side─and you move the hair away from her lovely face. There is uncertainty in her eyes, it breaks your heart to see it.

You love her, and the quiet strength she holds. You love her, and the way she cares so deeply about the world. You love her, and you love seeing her happy. You love her, and you lack the words to let her know, and so you decide to show her.

You lean in to kiss her as sweetly as the morning dew kisses the earth in the early morning. Her arms wrap around your waist, caressing your back. This moment could've lasted for all eternity, with your mouth on hers, parting only to whisper sweet nothings and words of reassurance, but the moment Druvis reciprocates the kiss with as much fervor as she can muster, her hair follows.

And oh, God. It tickles so bad.

"Hm? W-wait, wait-!" You're interrupted over and over by her lips, and it's only when you start chuckling and laughing that she opens her eyes and stops.

"Sorry! It's just─pfft! It got to my neck, sorry! Ahh, that really ruined the moment, right? Just when I thought I could look cool in front of you for once ..."

Druvis silently watches as you sit up, shaking off that tingling and ticklish sensation. And just when you're about to apologize one more time, you feel her lips on the nape of your neck. This time, there's no need to turn around and look into her eyes to know just how smitten and endeared she is by you. You just hope she doesn't comment on how red the tips of your ears must be by now.

"It's okay, love. You can try again, and again. As many times as you'd like."

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 druvis #druvis iii #romance is stored in being silly together #anyway i have druvis thoughts #i like to think shes a little clingy. in the sense of lingering and hovering around her loved ones #especially after the events in-game #but its mostly a way to reassure herself that theyre there. that shes not alone anymore and all #even if she presents herself as a really well put and strong individual #i had to cut parts of the fanfic that delved into this bc it was going nowhere but hey! for the future ig

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jerseyshoresy · 5 months ago

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How're you now?

Can I request something for either shoresy or wayne where the reader goes home for Christmas? Since they came from either New Zealand or Australia and they miss the summer Christmasses. And one year they invite either shoresy and wayne to hang out with their family and go to the beach and stuff? Friends to lovers perhaps?

Thank you kindly!

Good and you? Hopefully not so bad! (lol)

What a fun request, thanks so much for sending this in! I had a great time thinking of a plot for this since it was a super creative ask☺️ I decided to do two shorter stories, one with Shoresy in New Zealand and one with Wayne in Australia!! Please enjoy <3

Summertime Santa Season with Your Sweetie

Fluff

Shoresy x gn!reader, Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing

SHORESY:

"So, what do you think? You wanna come with?"

You were giving your friend Shoresy a hopeful look. You had just invited him to spend Christmas with you and your family in the Southern Hemisphere.

"Really? You want me to be there?" he asked, a tone of excitement coating his words.

You laughed. "You're my best friend, Shore, of course I want you there. Besides, I think my family likes you better than me anyway."

"We're even because my family feels the same about you."

"It's settled then?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Well, since your parents already bought my plane ticket months ago, I'd say I'm ready to go."

"What? Are you serious?"

Shoresy gave you a wide, missing tooth grin. "No, I'm just messing with you. The look of betrayal on your face was one for the books."

Your eyes narrowed. "I'm about to rescind my invite."

Considering you were now lounging on the beach with a certain loud mouth hockey player, you weren't actually serious about uninviting him. You sighed, taking in a breath, the smell of the ocean lingering in your nose. It had been a long time since you celebrated Christmas in your home country and while you loved living in Canada, nothing could beat the feeling of sun on your skin as it brought back all the fond memories of your childhood in New Zealand. Now that you were back, you were extremely happy. Having Shoresy there to celebrate with you and your family was a plus, too. You guys had been friends for many years and your relationship ran deeply, you two able to talk about everything with each other without fear or hesitation. While others found themselves exasperated by Shoresy, you never felt anything other than comfort and ease around the man. Even now, as his blocky figure stood over you, casting a shadow on your body, you couldn't find it within you to be annoyed.

"The picnic is all set up. You want something to eat?"

As if it heard him, your stomach growled. Shoresy reached out his hand to help you out of the sand and you gladly took it. Even though this was no sort of new gesture from your friend, you felt your heart do a flip at the contact of his skin on yours. Your eyes widened as you quickly pulled your hand away and made a beeline for your family, trying to calm your heart rate.

"Hey! Y/n! You feeling alright?" Shoresy caught up to you, sand getting kicked up from his fast moving feet. "You look like you saw a ghost or, like, the fuckin' Phantom of the Sydney Opera."

"Huh? That's in Australia, dumbass. But yeah, no, I'm fine, thanks. Just hungry, is all."

You didn't feel fine. Maybe you had heatstroke? You hadn't been in the sun that long... It didn't matter. You shook your head, eagerly grabbing a cup of water and relishing in the shade of the large umbrella overhead. Shoresy didn't look convinced but relaxed when he saw you sit down next to your family and begin to eat. He took the seat across from you, easily falling into conversation with a few of your cousins. However, he couldn't help but send a few glances your way every once in awhile, silently checking in on you. You were grateful for his attentiveness as you nodded, signaling you were good. As you took another bite of your meal, your mind was occupied with listening to all the other conversations happening around you, thankful for a distraction from the confusing feelings you experienced just a few minutes ago.

When lunch was finished, someone in your family suggested you guys play beach volleyball and you were ecstatic. You and Shoresy were on a team together and, to no one's surprise, you were completely in sync. Whenever the ball made it over the net, one of you would call it while the other set up the next shot for someone else to send it back over. Though you were good players, your family on the opposing team did really well, too. The game was heating up and the scores were tied by the end. With only one more point, you and Shoresy were ready to give it your all. The other team served as your cousin set up the first hit. Shoresy set the ball, hoping it was enough to have you spike it over the net. You kept your eyes trained on the ball and before it fell, you slammed your palm on it and sent it sailing over the net and into the sand. Your team won! You all erupted into cheers at your victory. All of a sudden, you felt your feet dangle in the air as Shoresy picked you up, swinging you around excitedly. You couldn't hold in your joyous laughter as you two shared your happiness at not losing, even though the result of the game had no impact on your lives whatsoever. When he finally put you back down on the sand, you two were still giggling and you noticed he still hadn't taken his hands off your waist. You felt yourself getting lost in his blue eyes as it seemed like the world around you dissolved, leaving you and Shoresy alone in your own universe. You were brought back to real life by a clap on your back from your sibling, giving you a hearty congratulations on your win. Shoresy immediately removed his grip on you, leaving you with a lingering feeling of emptiness now that he wasn't touching you.

After a few more days of fun in the sun and other Christmas festivities with your family, you and Shoresy decided to go for a walk by yourselves to get away from the hustle and bustle for a little bit. It was nearing dark and the stars started peeking from the sky. The way they twinkled reminded you of your Christmas tree in Canada and you smiled at the fact that this year, you had the best of both worlds.

“I’ve had a great week so far,” Shoresy said, breaking the silence. “I knew your family was awesome but this has been a hell of a good time.”

“Thank you for coming all this way with me. I appreciate it more than you know.”

You looked over at him, noticing he stopped under a Pōhutukawa tree. In that moment, in the comforting warmth of the night, under the bright red flowers, you swore that no one had ever looked so beautiful.

"I have something to tell you," you both uttered in unison.

"You first," you blurted out, making sure he was the first one to speak while you gathered your courage to confess that you were falling in love with your best friend.

"Okay. So. Okay." He took in a breath after nervously fiddling with his backwards hat. "Y/n, I've had a great time with you here in New Zealand and being your friend all these years has been such a wild ride that I'm thankful for every day. But lately, especially while I've been here, I've realized something. I would do anything to wake up by your side every morning and make you breakfast. I would jump out of a moving car for the chance to take out the trash for you. I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the shit out of me so please, I need to know if you feel the same."

The only thing you did was let out a huge sigh of relief, momentarily confusing the man who just released an emotionally charged confession of his love.

"Kiss me, Shoresy."

He didn't hesitate, cupping his hands on your cheeks and capturing his lips in your own. As you stood under the glow of the stars while kissing your best friend, you couldn't believe how lucky you were this Christmas; Shoresy was the best gift you could've asked for.

WAYNE:

"A Christmas outside of Canada? That's an odd fuckin' request."

You felt your lips pull into a frown. You had just told your friend Wayne that you were headed to see your family in Australia for Christmas and wanted him to come with. You knew he was traditional, but you didn't think he'd be so quick to shut you down.

"Never mind, it was a silly question anyway." You stood up to leave his house, but he caught your attention before you went anywhere.

"Hey now," Wayne said, "I never said I wouldn't go."

"Is that a yes, then?" you asked, excitement overcoming you.

"As long as Katy's okay with taking care of things while I'm gone, then I'll be seeing you in the Southern Hemisphere."

Katy was more than happy to watch over the farm, which is how you and Wayne were now watching a Christmas parade in Australia with the rest of your family.

"There's such thing as showing too much leg and a fella oughta be fuckin' aware of it," grumbled Wayne as he averted his gaze from a Santa in front of him, dressed in a tank top and short shorts that, admittedly, weren't leaving a lot to the imagination.

"Can you blame the guy? It is pretty hot out today. Maybe I can get you in an outfit like that," you teased, Wayne just looking at you with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. You knew him long enough, though, to know he was having a great time experiencing a new way to celebrate. As you turned your attention back to the parade, you caught a glance of something you knew Wayne couldn't miss.

"Wayne," you said, your voice low, "you need to prepare yourself for this next float."

He raised his eyebrows at you, wondering what could signal this interest. You knew he spotted it when his mouth opened and let out a loud noise that was a healthy mix of "aww" and "oh"-- the float from the local animal shelter had arrived!

"Is Wayne alright?" your parents asked you, concern apparent on their faces.

"He just really loves dogs," you explained and they nodded in understanding. The dogs, ranging from puppies to seniors, were dressed in their holiday best and it looked like Wayne was a second away from crying (not surprising). What was surprising was the way Wayne unfolded his arms and scooted a little bit closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. In all your years of knowing him, he was never a fan of physical touch. Did he do that on accident? And why did a simple ghost of his fingers on yours feel like a strike of lightning between the two of you? You refocused your mind on the parade, not wanting to think about the possibility of having a crush on your dearest friend.

When it was finally Christmas day, your whole family busied themselves preparing for the large gathering that was happening later that afternoon. You and Wayne, along with a few of the younger members of the family, patiently waited to be told where to help.

"Y/n and Wayne, you're on dish duty."

"Sounds like a plan," you told your mom.

"Well, pitter patter, kangaroos scatter," Wayne remarked, rolling up his sleeves and working right away on washing the dishes in the sink from breakfast.

"No way you actually just said that," you groaned, jokingly hitting your palm to your forehead and turning away to shelve a dried dish. You didn't see it, but Wayne was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye and the slightest upturn of his lips. When you turned back around, he slyly averted his gaze so you couldn't see the lovesick expression he held. Thankfully for you, your uncle witnessed the whole thing as he walked past the kitchen.

"Are you two ever going to date?"

You furrowed your brows. "Me and who?"

"You and Wayne, of course!"

Wayne had been called outside to do some heavy lifting of coolers and furniture, leaving you and your uncle alone to finish up setting the table.

"We're just good friends. If he wanted to date me, I'm sure he would've asked me out by now. Besides, there's no way he likes me like that." You put down a knife a little too forcibly for comfort.

"He hides it well," your uncle continued, "but I saw the way he looked at you earlier when you were turned away. In the kitchen. He really likes you."

"I don't think you saw what you thought you did."

"I know that look. That look is from a man who's deeply in love."

"Yeah, right," you said, huffing as you placed down another napkin, "it'd be a real Christmas miracle if that were true."

"So you feel the same?" asked your uncle, a smile inching on his face.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "No! Well, maybe. I don't know."

"That answer says it all," he said. "Just tell him how you truly feel, deep down inside. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at the outcome."

You went to say something else, but Wayne had made a return. Maybe your uncle was right. Maybe it was time to come to the realization that you were in love with Wayne.

Later that night, after the feasting was done and the gifts opened, it was time to go listen to some carolers. You, Wayne, and your entire family were holding little candles and waiting for the singing to start. All of a sudden, your attention was caught by a gorgeous jacaranda tree not too far from where you were standing. You excused yourself from the group, wanting to get a closer look. The vivid purple blooms were still vibrant in the looming darkness and seemed to glimmer under the flickering flame of your candle.

"It's so peaceful out here, isn't it," you practically whispered, noticing Wayne's quiet presence behind you. He didn't answer with words but acknowledged you with a grunt of agreement. You stood side by side in comfortable silence, admiring nature's beauty. The words of your uncle came forefront to your mind as your eyes wandered over Wayne's handsome face, one that was normally stoic, but was currently hosting an unreadable expression. You'd decided to confess your feelings but Wayne spoke up first.

"Y/n, I've had something I've wanted to tell you for a long time so I'm just going to say it. I think you're the most astounding person I've ever had the pleasure to meet and you've been a great friend over the years. But lately I've been feeling feelings for you that are unacceptable between friends. It seems I have, as romance novels would say, fallen in love with you."

"Wayne..." you breathed out, "are you serious?"

He nodded, blinking slowly at you. "As a heart attack."

"Good." You stepped in closer to him, your lips almost brushing against his as you spoke. "You beat me to it, but... I'm in love with you too."

You felt him push forward and connect your lips in a kiss as his hands found their way onto your waist, holding you securely against his body. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you realized your Christmas wish came true.

#letterkenny x reader #shoresy x reader #shoresy x y/n #wayne x reader #wayne x reader letterkenny

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 5 months ago

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Magnolia - Chapter Eight

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Thank you, Saint Kendall @strawberrystepmom for being my beta for this chapter and rescuing me from the insanity of looking at the same draft over and over again. 💙💙💙

Summary:

Everything, she thinks absently, the feeling behind the thought so strong that for a moment she worries she has actually spoken it aloud. If you asked me for everything right now, Suguru… I would give it to you without question.

Suguru, for his part, can’t help but to take all that she’s offering him. The clock in his head is winding down, keeping him cognizant of how much more he can drink from her without putting her in danger.

He is lamenting every second that brings him closer to the point where he has to stop. He knows that the stronger his feelings are for the person he’s feeding on, the sweeter the blood.

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Chapter Warnings: Biting, blood drinking, fondling

Chapter Eight: To Bloom Under Moonlight

One drop of midnight in the dawn of life’s pulsating stream Marks her an alien from her kind, a shade amid its gleam. Forevermore her step she bends, insular, strange, apart-- And one can read the riddle of her strangely warring heart. -Georgia Douglas Johnson, The Octoroon

I wanted to be loved for something. I wanted… to be useful, to be needed, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile.

I want you to have this.

I want to be useful to you.

The thoughts are her own, but they feel distant and faint. Her eyes are on the ceiling, staring up at the muted yellow lamplight coming through the pretty fixtures in Suguru’s bedroom.

They’d moved there at his suggestion. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Lia had asked, half-jokingly.

“Only if you want to be seduced,” Suguru had answered. And though he’d offered her a teasing grin, there was something in the tone of his voice that suggested he would oblige her if being seduced by him was what she was aiming for.

For now, he is taking his time treating himself to the taste of her skin, and it reminds her just how long it’s been since anyone has touched her in an intimate way… and just how long prior to him anyone had touched her at all. He isn’t exactly delicate in the way he’s kissing and nipping at her neck, but she is discovering that she likes him less than gentle.

He pulls back a little, bringing one hand up to rest on her throat. Two fingers pressed to her pulse point, where the blood flow is the strongest. “Here,” he murmurs, looking intently at her. “Is that okay?”

When she swallows he feels the motion of it, fluttering beneath his hand. “Yes,” she answers belatedly, and now her pulse has quickened under his fingers. Suguru searches her face, looking for anything even remotely resembling fear. He finds none. There is only nervous anticipation, deep curiosity, and a strong undercurrent of lust.

He tucks that last one away, pushing it to the back of his mind.

He would like to revisit it later.

“Ready?” He whispers, as he dips his head down, tracing the path he wants to take along her skin with his tongue. She nods, and it’s all the assent he needs.

“Oh,” she gasps, when she feels his fangs puncture her. It momentarily knocks the breath out of her, and she is strangely reminded of all the times she’s had her ears pierced. Absurd, she thinks, the ridiculousness of the comparison striking her as humorous. She has little time to dwell on it though, as Suguru begins to gently draw blood from the place where he’s penetrated her skin.

This, she can compare to nothing.

There is no experience in her mental reservoir, no recollection of anything that has ever been done to her that even comes close to this.

It isn’t just the feel of his lips and his tongue and his teeth on her skin, although she sifts through the memories of past lovers - few though they are - and finds that this feeling is leagues ahead of anything she’s felt before.

It’s in the way she can feel every drop of blood that leaves her body, beckoned onto his tongue like it’s being called home. As if her blood has always belonged to Suguru, and she has merely been keeping it safe for him.

It’s in the way he drinks from her; he does not devour her the way she imagined that he would. Instead, he is unhurriedly savoring the taste of her, as if she is a feast full of courses set before him purely for the purpose of his enjoyment.

He has one hand braced on the mattress below her head, holding himself up so as not to put his full weight on her… and she wonders if he realizes where his other hand has wandered to, cupped around her breast, thumbing at her nipple through the thin fabric of one of his t-shirts that she’s claimed for her own.

Not that she minds.

She arches into him, offering more of her breast to his touch, more of her blood to his tongue.

He is lamenting every second that brings him closer to the point where he has to stop. He knows that the stronger his feelings are for the person he’s feeding on, the sweeter the blood.

Satoru is the only person whose blood is sweeter than hers.

The thought should surprise him, but it doesn’t.

The invisible clock in his head ticks one last time, and reluctantly he withdraws his fangs from her, lapping gently at the puncture marks to stem the flow of blood. He presses a kiss to her skin, gentle and sweet, before raising his head to look at her.

“Ah,” he exhales, when his gaze falls on where his hand is still cupped around her breast. Quickly he pulls his hand away. “Sorry---”

“You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t apologize for things you don’t need to apologize for,” she manages. The corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement as she bites back a laugh, even as her skin tingles hotly from the afterimage of his touch.

“I got carried away,” he sighs. “I should be sorry about that.”

“I didn’t mind,” she admits softly. Her ears and cheeks are burning, and she fights the urge to look away from him. She realizes that she doesn’t quite know how to express what she wants, but she tries anyway. “Suguru… I don’t really know how it works with you and Satoru…”

Puzzled at why she’s bringing his husband up right now, he blinks at her. “Me and Satoru…?”

“You’re married,” she blurts. She winces, understanding that it must sound like an accusation. “I meant--- I know you two have had other relationships, but… I don’t know how he would feel about---”

“Ha,” he laughs wryly, catching her meaning. “Satoru’s not the jealous type.” He shifts to sit up on his elbows and look at her properly. “And you can bet that he’s having more than his fair share of fun where he is.”

She absorbs this silently. Then, “So he wouldn’t be upset about this?”

“He wouldn’t,” Suguru offers her a reassuring smile. “But if you’re worried, we can call him so you can ask for yourself.”

Her face goes hot again at the thought of such a conversation. Up until now, even knowing that Satoru may return any day now, she has only ever been in the peripheral of any conversation the two men have had. She doesn’t think she wants this to be the first thing she talks directly to Satoru about.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she laughs. Her laughter subsides, and she takes a deep breath. “In that case…” He’s so close, right there in front of her, and she can’t hide her face. You’re an adult, she chides herself silently. There’s nothing wrong with asking for sex.

But what if he doesn’t want to? What if he’s not attracted to me in that way, and I just end up embarrassing myself by even mentioning it? What if---

“Are you going to let me in on whatever the secret is, or should I start guessing?” There’s amusement in his eyes when she looks back at him, but there is also that kindness that she’s grown so fond of. It gives her the courage to speak plainly.

“Suguru, I want… to have sex. With you.”

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Chapter Nine: The Question Answered (Coming Soon)

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imgeekgirlfan · 1 month ago

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The Curse of Cassandra [EP : XII]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings : Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader) [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary : Finally, you meet Master Vernestra, Qimir's former master. This encounter reveals the tragic story of Qimir's past as a Padawan and the reasons that drove him to the dark side, ultimately leading to his transformation into the Sith Lord he is today.

Status: just finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

Ps.If you enjoy my work, please reblog it. Just liking the post won’t help others discover it.

➡ Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread

[Episodes 12] The people who can destroy a thing, they control it.

The dawn sky over Coruscant remains dim, deep blue shades tinged with a glowing golden hue as the rising sun slowly peeks over the horizon. It's still too early for most to be awake; the entire city slumbers while the Jedi Temple remains cloaked in silence.

In this quiet, the echo of hurried footsteps resonates within the temple. Though not loud, their hurried steps are clear to your ears. Just as you open your eyes, the door to your chamber swings open. Yord and Jackie stand side by side, having sought you out without prior arrangement.

Their expressions convey different emotions: Yord looks tense and worried, while Jackie appears visibly panicked. You silently observe their reactions and immediately understand what has happened.

You step out of bed and address them in a calm, unbothered tone, “Give me a moment to dress. I hope Master Vernestra can wait.”

The meditation room has been selected as the temporary meeting place since Master Vernestra has arrived at the temple unexpectedly, without prior notice, leaving no time to prepare a guest chamber. Yord and Jackie are not permitted to enter, so you are left alone to face her. As you step inside, you find her already seated in a cushioned chair by a large window.

Although you have never met Vernestra in person, her appearance is consistent with the visions you’ve seen. Her light green skin reflects her Mirialan heritage, and her bald head is marked with several black dot tattoos—a symbol of her race, signifying past accomplishments. She wears a long, form-fitting white robe embroidered with the Jedi insignia on the shoulder, representing the formal attire of a high-ranking member of the Jedi Council. Even when she sits still, she exudes an aura of authority that easily intimidates lesser Jedi and ordinary people in encounters with her.

You approach her, standing with hands clasped in front of you, but you do not bow as the Jedi protocol dictates when meeting a superior. Your demeanor remains composed and indifferent, unfazed by her sharp gaze that seems to scrutinize you.

Master Vernestra’s mood isn’t the best lately. Interplanetary travel has left her inexplicably fatigued. She is becoming acutely aware of her advancing years as she enters her century, with both her senses and strength gradually waning over time. This is why she no longer undertakes missions herself like other Masters, preferring to delegate from behind the scenes. She seldom sets foot off the planet Olega unless absolutely necessary.

Who would have thought that the urgent matter forcing her to leave Olega and travel all the way to Coruscant today would turn out to be a minor issue that has nonetheless plagued her thoughts relentlessly? This issue stems from a strange woman outside the Order who claims to have prophetic visions and accuses one of her former Padawans of being a Sith Lord responsible for the recent killings of several Jedi.

Vernestra clenches her fist without realizing it as unpleasant memories resurface. She then shifts her cold, piercing gaze back to you, appraising you from head to toe.

Whether by coincidence or subconscious choice, you wear a white dress that resembles Vernestra’s. However, the feeling it conveys is distinctly different. Perhaps you appear more fragile and vulnerable, as if about to shatter, with your features framed by simple locks, your appearance unremarkable—not conventionally beautiful, but not unattractive either. The only striking feature is your deep blue eyes, mysterious and unsettling in a way that is hard to define. They are so unnerving that Vernestra has to avert her gaze momentarily, avoiding direct eye contact.

“You’ve caused quite a stir within the Order these past few months, haven’t you?” She begins, her tone sharp and her intent clear—putting pressure on you.

“I don’t think so,” you respond calmly, undisturbed. “Most people here think I’m lying, so they don't really pay attention to what I say. If my words have caused any trouble, it's likely confined among a few.”

She dares to retort me! Vernestra frowns in irritation, her already stern expression growing even harsher.

"Others here may not know, but I know exactly who you are from the moment I see you,” Vernestra sneers, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear. “You’re a Bene Gesserit witch! Someone like you shouldn’t exist in this galaxy.”

You know perfectly well that Vernestra brings this up intentionally to intimidate you, to scare you into fleeing. The existence of a Bene Gesserit is forbidden, and if this secret ever reaches the public, your life will be in grave danger. Even Sol may not be able to protect you.

Yet you remain unflinching. A cold smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look up at the high-ranking Jedi with a challenging gaze.

"So? What are you going to do about it?” You reply nonchalantly. "Will you try to kill me like you did to your former Padawan?"

The instant those words leave your mouth, Vernestra’s expression changes dramatically. Her body stiffens, and the anger in her eyes has now been replaced by undisguisable fear as she stares at you. "You... you..." Vernestra stammers, struggling to find her voice.

You lock eyes with her, intuitively realizing she looked at Qimir in the same way when she first sensed the dark side within him. This thought pulls your consciousness deeper into the stream of time, unearthing Vernestra’s past and letting you see it unfold again through your vision.

"Your Padawan reminded you of yourself, back when you were the youngest Jedi Knight in history, and everyone believed that you’d become the greatest Jedi of your era." you muse, staring into empty space, your mind swimming through the endless stream of information flowing in "But time was cruel. You had grown older and weaker with each passing day, while your Padawan was still young and growing stronger. You saw that boy following in your footsteps almost exactly, knowing that one day he would surpass you—a truth you couldn't accept. Am I wrong, Vern?[1]"

“Silence!" Vernestra snaps, her voice shrill and trembling, almost a scream.

"Are you going to deny that what I said is true?"

You counter, already knowing she won’t answer.

Because in front of a Bene Gesserit with the gift of second sight, any attempt to hide or lie is meaningless. Vernestra knows this well, so she remains silent, shivering, unable to find words to defend herself.

"You already know, don’t you? That the Padawan you abandoned that day has now become a Sith Lord?"

The question is not asked to seek an answer. You only aim to press Vernestra further, prodding at her until she finally admits the truth.

"Yes, I know," Vernestra lifts her chin defiantly, though her acceptance isn’t a sign of submission. "But I didn’t cast him out because I wanted to. He broke the code of the Order, and I was obligated to punish him. It was my duty as his master."

Jedi must suppress their emotions and feelings, as emotions are the path to self-destruction and lead the mind to the dark side of the Force. You recite the Jedi Code silently in your mind. Some details resembled Bene Gesserit teachings, except that the Jedi Code is far more extreme—so extreme that it ultimately does more harm than good to the Order.

These absurd rules are a major reason why the Jedi Order will face its great downfall in the future.

"His crime... was simply because he had love and attachment for others." You speak, your expression still calm and emotionless, but your voice carries deep pity. "Are you telling me that you feel nothing at all about the tragedy at Starlight Beacon?[2]"

Vernestra's eyes widen in shock, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. If she weren’t sitting, she would be sure her knees would have buckled beneath her.

She knows about that too!

"I know," you nod, as if reading her thoughts. "A long time ago, you and your colleagues were assigned a mission to subdue the Nihil, a group of space pirates that threatened the Republic. You brought your Padawan along the way and stopped to help the people of the planet Eiram, who had just suffered from a cyclone disaster. It was you who allowed them onto the station, not realizing you had invited the enemy inside. It was all part of Nihil’s plan. They had one goal: to sabotage and blow up Starlight Beacon as a declaration of their defiance against the Jedi and to showcase their power to the Republic."

You recount the images from your vision, weaving them into words effortlessly. "They succeeded. Every life on Starlight—Jedi and innocent civilians alike—was lost. Except for a few Jedi, including you and your Padawan, who were not on the station at the time. You stood on the sands of Eiram, looking up at the sky ablaze with orange flames. You saw everything happen right before your eyes, but you could do nothing to save anyone."

"It wasn’t my fault," Vernestra protests, her voice shaking, so for a brief moment, it seems as if she’s on the verge of tears.

"I didn’t say it was. No one intended for such a terrible thing to happen." You’re surprised at yourself for speaking with such empathy. "But is it really your Padawan’s fault for feeling anger and losing faith in the Jedi’s handling of things? When everyone he loved, including innocent civilians, had to die because of this? Wasn’t it the Jedi’s arrogance and carelessness that led to this tragedy?"

The memories of Qimir’s past flash through your mind once more, as if they’re your own. You see the face of the young blonde Padawan, a close friend who Qimir often calls ‘Imri.’[3] Then, there’s the image of a confident, dark-skinned woman, wearing a dark brown jacket and a blue scarf. She introduced herself as 'Avon,'[4] the ship's lead inventor, who later became another close friend of his and the one he secretly loves, though he never had the chance to confess his feelings.

Beautiful memories fade quickly as the scene transitions to the sandy shores of Eiram. You see Qimir kneeling on the sand, eyes red and filled with despair, gazing up at the sky stained deep orange by the flames of Starlight Beacon’s explosion. He doesn't scream or cry; he just sits, watching as the world he knew crumbles before his eyes. The world of his youth and goodness was destroyed that day.

You feel the deep darkness inside Qimir surge forth, expanding toward you. His confusion, rage, and thoughts at that moment coalesce into words that come clearly from your mouth:

"Everyone involved will pay for what happened."

Vernestra wants to argue, but she knows in her heart that you're right.

She remembers clearly that her Padawan was the first to sense the anomaly among the people from Eiram. He was the only one who insisted they shouldn’t rush to bring the refugees onto the station without thoroughly verifying their identities. Vernestra agreed with him, so she called a meeting to discuss with everyone. But the other Jedi and the higher-ranking Jedi dismissed the warning. They claimed there was no time for such precautions due to other important missions. They were confident that Starlight Beacon was impregnable. It was not just any space station; it was the Jedi command center and the Republic's primary communication hub, equipped with top-level security. There was no way the enemy could infiltrate and cause any damage.

That overconfidence became one of the biggest mistakes—a painful lesson the Jedi Order learned the hard way and a deep scar in Vernestra’s heart to this day.

She knows that the tragedy could have been avoided if they had just listened to her Padawan's warnings from the start.

“You knew all along, Vern,” you state, emphasizing what she's thinking. “But instead of standing by your Padawan, you cast him out of the Order, claiming he was unfit to be a Jedi. You abandoned him at his weakest moment. You pushed him to the dark side yourself."

"I didn’t abandon him!" the Jedi shouts, her patience gone as she stands abruptly, her body shaking with overwhelming rage. "He’s the one who chose this path! He forsook the Jedi way, consumed by vengeance beyond redemption. He hunted down every person connected to the remaining Nihil, mercilessly killing them all, sparing not a single soul. At that point, he was no longer my Padawan—he was a murderer, and I had to stop him before things got worse…”

“So, you decided to kill him with your own lightsaber," you add, undeterred by her fierce fury. “But you failed, and your actions drove him onto the path of the Sith because he felt betrayed. The master he once loved and revered chose the Order over him and was willing to kill him on the Council’s orders.”

Vernestra chooses to remain silent.

You continue speaking calmly, and for the first time, you talk to her as the Reverend Mother of the Bene Gesserit, not as a mere servant. "When things spiraled out of control, you and the Order decided to erase all records of him, concealing the truth about the new Sith Lord that had emerged, all in an effort to protect the Order's reputation from disgrace..."

Your voice trails off, and a heavy silence blankets the room as your distant gaze turns to Vernestra. Your blue eyes glow with an unfathomable power. "The Jedi murders on Olega—you already know who the killer is, because every person who was slaughtered had ties to what happened on Starlight. And I'll tell you this, Vern... you're next on his list."

Vernestra's anger peaks. She draws her lightsaber from beneath her cloak, but you anticipate her move. You speak sharply, your voice slicing through the tension.

"Don't you dare challenge me, child. I am now the last Reverend Mother, the remaining heir of Lisan al-Gaib. I stand far beyond the comprehension of you or any mortal. Know this: I could end your life with a single word before you even think of striking me with that lightsaber.”

Each word you utter ripples like a tangible force, resonating with the highest level of Bene Gesserit control, as if your very speech is alive. The power in your words sends a chill deep into Vernestra's bones. She stumbles back, retreating several steps as she feels the sheer force invade her mind.

Vernestra realizes that you are telling the truth, and she understands her powerlessness against the command of the voice.

"Did he do all of this just to get revenge on me?" Vernestra murmurs, her voice trembling as she grips the back of a chair to steady herself, struggling not to collapse.

You sigh and shake your head, pitying how even now she is still unable to grasp the full picture.

“He has gone far beyond that," you reply. "He has a purpose now. He’s no longer driven solely by revenge; he acts to cleanse and change. He won’t stop until the Jedi Order falls, just as it happened to the Bene Gesserit in the past.”

The more Vernestra listens, the deeper her fear grows.

She swallows the dryness in her throat, her voice barely a whisper. “Is there no way to stop this?” Vernestra asks, her eyes still reflecting a glimmer of hope, pleading for an answer that only a visionary could provide.

“Everything arises, sustains for a while, and ceases to exist,” you say, lifting your gaze to meet hers. You let out a heavy sigh. “Your role is just a small piece in the grand design of fate. There’s nothing you can do now except wait.”

“Wait? What am I supposed to wait for?”

You turn your gaze away from Vernestra and look out the window, where the soft sunlight filters through. You allow your mind to drift into the vision of time once more. “Judgment,” your answer comes as a whisper filled with bitterness. “For both you and me, it’s drawing near.”

The waiting ends sooner than expected.

A week later, after Master Vernestra Rwoh received the prophecy about the future from you, she was found dead in the temple at Olega. Her life ended quietly, yet with unbearable suffering. They say the state of her body was nearly unrecognizable, especially with the deep, cross-shaped wounds that had been carved into her back.

The murderer leaves a message behind, its contents known only to the Jedi handling the case.

You learn all of this firsthand when Master Sol arrives on Coruscant, summoned back from Arkinnea to once again take charge of the investigation. The brutal killing of a high-ranking Jedi sends shockwaves through the very core of the Jedi Order, especially as the victim is one of the most renowned Jedi of the era.

Vernestra’s death sparks questions in people's minds—if even a Jedi's life isn't safe, how can citizens ever hope to be?

Facing Sol this time feels no different from your last meeting on Olega. You and he sit in a closed, windowless interrogation room, the atmosphere heavy with tension and unease. But this time, Sol looks even more worn out. The weight of pressure from both the public and the Order clearly affects him, making him appear years older within just a few days.

Sol clears his throat lightly, his bleary eyes glancing at you cautiously. Whenever you meet, you sense his fear towards you, but this time, it’s even more palpable. Even you aren't quite sure why.

After a moment of tense silence, Sol finally breaks it. "Before Vernestra died, she sent me a confidential message revealing everything about her former Padawan, including the details of what she and you discussed privately."

He pauses briefly, then pulls an envelope from his cloak and places it on the table, pushing it towards you. His movements, as you observe closely, are filled with tension you've never seen before.

"Inside are images from the crime scene. The murderer left a message on the wall. I believe that message was meant for you."

Your heart pounds with fear, a chill running through your veins as your eyes lock on the envelope before you, unblinking.

It takes you a while to gather the courage to pick it up and open it. Your hand pulls out a photograph—an image of Vernestra's private chamber, which shows signs of a violent struggle and blood scattered everywhere. But the most striking detail is the message written in blood on the wall—a chilling statement that reads, 'You can't run away from me.'

You know instantly that he is talking about you.

In that moment, you feel the looming catastrophe ahead—a calamity that threatens not just you but everyone involved.

The end of this story is inevitable, but what form will that ending take?

Even you can't find the answer.

Footnotes:

[1]Vernestra's nickname is 'Vern' and according to canon, she doesn't like people calling her that. So when 'You' keeps calling her 'Vern' over and over, it's totally on purpose just to mess with her.

[2]This part references the Destruction of Starlight Beacon from Star Wars: The High Republic, originally set when Vernestra first becomes a Jedi Knight with Imri Cantaros as her Padawan. I have altered the timeline and details to fit the fan fiction, making Qimir Vernestra's sole Padawan and placing him at the event.

[3] Here's a small Easter egg: I decided to adapt Imri Cantaros (Vernestra's former Padawan) to be Qimir's close friend, aligning it with Star Wars canon.

[4] Another Easter egg is the character Avon Sunvale, who plays a significant role in Star Wars: The High Republic as the daughter of a senator and a talented inventor, whom Vernestra Rwoh was assigned to protect. In my fan fiction, she is a close friend to both Imri and Qimir, and also someone Qimir secretly loves.

Ps. And if you pay close attention, I mentioned that Qimir isn’t actually his real name. He has another name from when he was a Padawan, but I decided to steer clear of mentioning his real name because it felt weird to just come up with a random one for him. So, I chose not to say it at all and just referred to Qimir as "he" or "him" when he was a Padawan. I only use the name Qimir in the present context.

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