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djotime-allthetime · 4 months ago

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Freaky Redheads

synopsis: interactions between you and fred hechinger at a red carpet event for gladiator ii.

wc: 2.5k+

rpf!!! don't like, don't read!!!

a/n: i love that soft, sweet, adorable man with all of my heart. my inspiration is how fred talks about sherry. the monkey. i'm down bad bro.

italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of these interviews. i definitely have more in mind for these two, but we'll see how this goes. feedback is writer's fuel!

cross posted on AO3

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The flashing cameras and yelling reporters have started to become the new normal, which was so not normal for you. You couldn't believe how far you'd come.

Granted, your role in the movie was definitely more in the supporting cast territory, but you couldn't deny how massive the production was. But even as a supporting actress, you still had quite a bit of screen time as the unnamed favorite concubine to Emperor Caracalla.

The fans who knew you called out your name from behind the velvet ropes and you smiled and waved as you walked by.

"y/n! y/n! Over here!" A reporter called out. You nodded and smiled as you approached, indicating your acceptance of the carpet-side interview. Your agent had warned you that not every journalist might want to speak with you and that you should accept any interview you came by. Thankfully, as the start of your night would show, that wasn't the case.

"Hello!" You beamed, coming to a stop in front of the camera. The reporter greeted you back and handed you a microphone glued to a mini Romanesque column. "Oh, wow. I love the microphone!"

"Thank you," She smiled. With a quick glance at her blouse, you saw a name tag that said 'MTV UK: Claire'. "It was my idea, actually."

"Incredibly creative! They should give you a raise, Claire."

"If you wouldn't mind saying that directly into the camera..." Claire trailed off with a chuckle and a mischievous glint to her eye.

You shot the camera as serious a look as you could muster. "MTV, if you do not give this woman a raise, I will riot in the streets."

"Alright alright, enough of that." Claire laughed out loud with a few shakes of her head. "You look absolutely stunning!"

"Oh, this old thing?" You smiled bashfully, grabbing at your skirt to twirl it around. The styling department had made sure that all the gowns worn during press had some Roman inspiration behind them. The piece you were wearing was off white in color, representing your character's position in society. Even with your character in mind, your dress was still breathtaking. The gown was composed of yards and yards of fabric, giving it this dreamy, flowy silhouette. The neckline was so beautiful, in the cowl style and draped ever so slightly off your shoulders. To say that you loved it would be an understatement. "Thank you very much, you look amazing yourself."

"But you are on a different level!" Claire gasped, no doubt to return the topic to you. Just like you were media trained, the reporters were too. "What was the thought process behind your look tonight?"

Your eyes lit up as this was something you had wanted to talk about. "Well, the styling department and I actually workshopped this look together. Of course we wanted it to be glamorous, this is the red carpet after all. But we also wanted to show the character through the outfits, you know?" She nodded along.

"Right, your character was quite impactful even with the few lines you had." Claire added, and you smiled in thanks.

"Yeah, thank you." You felt your face heat up at the compliment. "We wanted to still be true to her, under all the glitz and glamour. So that's why we went with the understated color, to not only show her position in society but also her demeanor throughout the film."

"But your jewellery is anything but understated." She laughed.

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You laughed with her.

"Give us a quick tour."

You were almost dripping in gold, from your head to your toes. "We've got the hair piece." You brought a hand up to show the gold pins connected with chains littering your up-do. "Earrings upon earrings, all hoops." You pulled a strand back to show off your right ear clearly. Some were clip on earrings as you didn't have quite enough piercings to get them all. "The necklaces, of course. Some bracelets, some rings. But I think this cuff on my upper arm is my favorite."

"And these are all borrowed pieces from different brands?"

"Most of them are, yes." You confirmed with a nod. "But some are from my private collection. And some I might steal." You joked, getting a laugh out of Claire.

"Well, you really knocked it out of the park." Claire smiled, a tone of finality in her voice that showed you the interview was coming to a close. "And before we let you go, we've got one question we're asking everyone tonight. I think we can all agree that the cast of this movie is full of beautiful men." You giggled, a bit surprised at the turn in topic. "But people on the internet have separated them into two categories."

"Oh, have they now?" You asked, unaware of what she was talking about.

"Yes, they have. Gen Z has divided them into the brooding brunets and the freaky redheads." She explained, pulling up two little hand held signs. One with Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the brooding brunets, and the other with Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger, the freaky redheads.

You couldn't contain the surprised laugh that escaped you at the sight of their little printed faces. "Oh my goodness!"

"So, as the resident Gen Z-er on the cast, who is your pick?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the only representation of Gen Z here." You mused as you grabbed both the signs from Claire. You lifted up the 'freaky redheads' sign and pointed to Fred. "My friend is right there with me in the Gen Z territory."

"Alright, as the representation of Gen Z women, which team is more your style?" Claire asked as you studied the signs. "People are saying they went into the movie for the brunets and came out converted to team redheads."

"That's actually really funny," You chuckled as you looked down at both signs. "This is hard." You mumbled. A small smirk found itself on your lips as you thought of Fred seeing this clip later. Someone no doubt showing it to him, as he wouldn't find it on his own. "I feel like- yeah." You nodded with determination. "I'm gonna have to go with Fred- I'm going with team freaky redheads." You nodded. "I think it would be treacherous otherwise."

"Good choice. You'd break Emperor Caracalla's heart."

"And then he'd have my head." You laughed, stepping back. "Thank you for your great questions."

"Thank you for your time." Claire waved as you walked away. "We're gonna have a tally going throughout the night, and we'll see who wins. Team brooding brunets, or team freaky redheads." You heard her say to the camera as you moved further down the carpet.

'She looks so pretty!!'

'i love the thought process behind the outfit, you can tell she really loved her character'

'the reporter asked y/n if she prefers lucius and acacius or geta and caracalla and this girl really said FRED 💀'

'i love seeing new faces in hollywood, give young new actors a chance!!' ↳ 'right?? im so sick of them recycling the same actors for every big budget movie'

'she mentioned fred, not caracalla, twice, unprompted. i see you, y/n. you're just like us.' ↳ 'have you seen his interviews? he's literally the cutest i cant blame her 🥺'

A few steps down, another reporter flagged you down. This time, the questions were more centered around the acting itself.

"And was it difficult? In a previous interview, you've said that your character's growth was significant, but she had almost no lines in the movie."

"Yeah, I think in the final cut she only has... three lines?" You winced, looking upwards as you tried to recall what was and wasn't cut. "Though I'm not sure."

"So there were scenes where she could've said more?"

"Oh yeah, for sure! There was a lot of experimentation with my character throughout filming. Ridley's a genius and he was kind enough to truly take in my suggestions. There were times where I felt like she would actually stay quiet during a scene, whereas other times I felt like she would speak up. But yeah," You breathed in and furrowed your brows in thought as you tried to focus your answer back to the original question. "It was definitely a challenge. I had to really work on my micro-expressions. Lots of research, lots of practice. And lots of trust, too. With a character like mine, I really relied on Fr- on my fellow actors in those scenes. So yeah, definitely challenging. But who doesn’t love a good challenge?"

"And did you take any inspiration from other people's work? Any source material that helped you out as you built your character?"

"Of course!" You smiled, a hint of humor in your tone as you thought of your response. "Yeah, I did. Actually, one of the biggest inspirations for my role, believe it or not, was Ferb. From 'Phineas and Ferb'."

"The- The children's show?" The interviewer questioned with a grin.

"Yeah, Ridley thought it was brilliant!" You laughed. "We watched compilations of Ferb scenes on youtube together. And I know that Fred- Fred Hechinger, who plays Emperor Caracalla-, he also brought up Sid Vicious with Ridley, as well as other sources like that. Sir Ridley Scott has great taste, there's no denying that."

'ferb as inspiration for a movie like this,,, gen z in the film industry really are the gift that keeps on giving'

'im just imagining y/n and ridley scott curled up on the couch watching phineas and ferb reruns. that man is 86 years old. this is brilliant.'

'bro didn't even have to say anything and y/n still brought up fred 💀'

'the gen z cast members making ridley scott watch cartoons is sending me'

'not her pretending she didn't mean to say fred when she talked about trust, we all heard you y/n'

Unbeknownst to you, Fred's interviews were going much like yours, only a few feet behind you on the carpet.

"You look amazing today!" Claire, the same reporter you spoke to, told Fred during his first interview on the carpet.

"Thank you, thank you." He replied bashfully as he tried to subtly look around for you, but he couldn't see you just yet. "Everyone looks so great, everyone."

She asked him a few questions and then came time for her ending segment.

"Alright, to close off, we've got a little game here."

"A game?" Fred smiled with raised brows. "I love games." He said softly, not realizing that the microphone would pick it up.

"Yes, a quick one. You just have to choose between team brooding brunets and team freaky redheads. We've asking everyone to join."

"Woah!" Fred exclaimed as he received the signs. "That's me." He pointed out his own face in the picture of him and Joseph. "What are we basing our choice on here?"

"Well, the internet is battling on who is more attractive."

"Oh my god." Fred chortled, not expecting that answer. "Who's played the game?" He asked, still examining the hand held signs.

"As of now, we've spoken to Joseph Quinn, Connie Nielsen, and y/n l/n." Claire recounted.

Fred's eyes lit up and his cheeks reddened at the mention of your name. "And what's the- what's the consensus so far?"

"It's two to one. Can you guess who's in the lead?" Claire asked.

"Let me think... Well, Joseph -my brother-, he definitely voted for us." He pondered aloud as he counted the votes off on his fingers. "Connie... I think Connie went for team brunets. I mean, it's her husband. She's gotta." He grinned when it came to you. "y/n chose me, right? We're in the lead?"

"Yeah, you're right on all counts! You really know your cast members." Claire laughed. "y/n didn't want to anger Emperor Caracalla."

"Oh, she couldn't. I’ve got too much of a soft spot for her." Fred shook his head emphatically.

"So, are you keeping team redheads in the lead? Or will you give us a tie?"

"No, I'm going team redheads!" Fred exclaimed. "I'm not helping out my competition, no way!"

'this man has bewitched me with his beautiful eyes and calming demeanor'

'he always calls joe his brother im CRYINGGG'

'did you see his face when they mention y/n, this man can't hide his crush for the life of him 🥺' ↳ 'neither can she lol'

'what do yall know about fred hechinger 🗣️🗣️🗣️'

'fred immediately knowing that y/n chose him, kill me right now.' ↳ 'mind you the choice was caracalla. she still said 'fred' and he said 'me'. can they be more obvious?'

'the way this man said 'i love games' protect him at all costs'

‘he said ‘i’ve got a soft spot for her’ is this the year of men yearning?’ ↳ ‘it’s just the paul mescal effect’

It was during his next interview that he saw you. He was talking about his experience building the character of Emperor Caracalla with Sir Ridley Scott as well as Joseph Quinn when he finally caught sight of you. You had spent a bit longer with a specific reporter down the carpet, causing Fred to catch up to you.

“Of course, y/n was a great help as well.” He smiled, reaching over to brush against your elbow to catch your attention. At the perfect time, too, because you had just finished talking to the reporter in front of you.

“Oh, Fred!” You beamed, coming over to give him a hug.

“Look at you.” Fred spoke against your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug and brought you into his side in front of the camera, almost like he was showing you off. “Look at her, isn’t she stunning.”

“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes as you tried your best not to show how his compliment affected you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just had to say hello.”

“No worries,” the reporter reassured you. “Fred was actually saying how you helped with the building of his character.”

“Yeah, we worked really closely during pre-production actually.” You nodded, acutely aware of Fred’s hands on you. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket while his other arm draped across your waist, his hand resting against your hip. “My character was almost like Caracalla’s sidekick, so the motives for all her actions are really based around him.”

“I’d argue that she was more of a mirror, actually.” You turned to look at Fred, never passing up an opportunity to hear his view on these things. “She’s the complete opposite of Caracalla, but in a way she represents who he truly is under all the pressure of being in Geta’s shadow.”

“And under all the syphilis, of course.” You added, causing Fred to giggle.

“Yeah, and under the syphilis.”

‘he seems like such a sweet guy 🥺’

‘did you see his face when he saw her??? 😫😫😫 theyre in love, your honor’

‘him showing her off like that is peak soft boyfriend behavior’

‘they just called me single in seven different languages’

‘his laugh is actually so cute, who is this man and why am i in love with him? 😍’ ↳ 'get in line' ↳'behind y/n, you mean?'

‘the way he’s touching her???? im just gonna go take a nap in front of an oncoming train’

‘im calling it, new hollywood it couple’

‘look at how he looks at her!!! may this love find me 🙏’

#fred hechinger #fred hechinger x reader #emperor caracalla #fred hechinger gladiator #gladiator ii #rpf #fred hechinger x you #emperor caracalla x reader #this fic didn't fit the vibe of my other blogs #and this blog is barren #just one rpf fic #so i guess it works here #might change the aesthetic tho #another day #thoughts comments concerns?#please feel free to share #this has been the plot for all my mal-adaptive daydreaming as of late #so i genuinely have a whole life written for these two #as well as a rewrite of the gladiator script to include y/n's character #havent been this in love with an actor in yeeeeeaaaarsss #wrote this in like 2 hours and am hitting post no lie #i usually ruminate on stuff like this for a while but i just love this man so much #anyways #if youve read all these tags send me a blueberry emoji in my ask box #paul mescal #joseph quinn #pedro pascal #connie nielsen #ridley scott #sir ridley scott

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lady-lauren · 7 months ago

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❥ RYOMEN SUKUNA X FEM! READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: Cannibalism (Sukuna just takes a few bites of you, as a treat), Sukuna has two cocks and four arms, major dub-con, blood, Sukuna is a sadist, double penetration (vaginal and ass fucking), degradation, branding (his name on your skin), squirting, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie

Dead Dove Do Not Eat. I’m serious. Sukuna eats more than just pussy.

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“Oh you poor, poor little thing,” his maniacal mouth coos, sweat shimmering against the black lines of his body like an abyss, “does it hurt? I bet it does.”

It’s a rarity that Sukuna plays with his toys, normally too insatiable to take his time and savor. But you’re just so sweet, juicy with fear and plump with arousal.

He’ll have to taste the whole menu to decide which doughy part of you is his favorite.

You’re spread open like a feast, two hands prying your legs apart while another keeps your pesky hands locked above your head. Sorcerers are tricky—one lapse in judgment and you’ll be squirming out of his bed, throwing annoying techniques at him like you really think you stand a chance.

Perhaps you won’t, though. Your precious cunt is drooling for him, even as his fourth hand digs a claw into the flesh of your thigh. Blood swells to the surface, spilling in a streak down your skin. So close to where your pussy is stretched open, where your tight little hole is fluttering like it's scared.

“Just a few little bites, m’kay? Then maybe, just ~maybe~ I’ll let you go.”

“H-how many?”

He’s surprised you can still speak.

“Hmmmm,” his voice rumbles in the thick confines of his throat as he ponders. Carmine irises flicker over the shape of you. “This looks good.” Sukuna taps his bloody fingertip to the underside of your breast, pressing into the gooey fat. “This too.” He traces a sharp fingernail across the juncture of your neck and shoulder, eyes sparking when you swallow. “And I already got started down here.”

Sukuna digs a claw back into your sore thigh, using the barest hint of his strength to rip into your tender muscle.

Your scream makes a satisfied shiver run down all of his limbs, both cocks throbbing. They twitch together, hot and angry, red tips leaking down his shafts.

Licking his lips, he admires the sugary shine of your subcutaneous tissue, peeled back to reveal bloody insides of your flesh. Just a little rip, a stringy bit of meat that’s too easy to fully tear off and slide between his teeth.

Sukuna swallows and the taste of you makes him want to cum.

“Mhmmmm, fuck, what did you do to get so flavorful, hm? Or have you always been so sweet?”

He watches you whimper and wiggle, nipples hard and puffy.

“You like this?” The grin that curls around the tattoos on his cheeks is sickening. “What a fucking delightful little human. I’ve never gotten lucky enough to find one of the sluts.”

He tests his theory under the safety net of knowing that pain makes you numb. Releasing your wrists, he revels in how you simply let the weight of freedom fall into his mattress. You aren’t going anywhere.

Your poor little pussy is creaming, squishy and wet and begging. He likes the way it smells—tangy, thick honey. It almost overpowers the iron scent of dripping blood.

“‘Suppose you need some attention. Don’t want you passing out before I’m done.”

You gratify him with a high-pitched moan as he swirls two fingers against your cunt, knuckles sticky in your slick. Easy, it’s far, far too easy for him to slip his digits into you. Normally there’s resistance, like human pussies are trying to push him out, yet you’re sucking him in.

“What should I eat next? Pick for me.”

All the emotions that filter over your face are foreign to him. He’s not sure what you’re thinking, but can smell some sick mixture of pain and pleasure rippling over your skin as you weakly buck your hips. His fingers sink deeper into your cunt, claws tickling against soft spots that make you mewl.

“C’mon,” he tsks, “don’t make me wait.”

Your little gulp is so cute, “My c-cunt…”

“Oh, don’t get greedy. Dessert comes last. Try again.”

You’re almost shy as you drag one of your hands from above your head, trailing down to cup one of your breasts and squeeze. “Here?”

“My, my, those tits do look delicious.”

He shoves a third finger into your weeping hole as he latches his teeth to the fat of your breast.

He sucks, tastes your sweat, licks at the salt. As the first bite hits his taste buds, blood trickling down the corners of his lips, his eyes go wide in astonishment. He wasn’t expecting such a burst of flavor, like jellied candy popping in his mouth.

Your shrieks are just fodder, background noise, as he hums in delight and sucks at the viscid lining of your skin.

Fuck. With the next bite he wants to be inside you, feel the tremors of your wrecked body around his dicks.

The wound bleeds down your stomach as he pulls away, swallowing and licking along his sharp teeth to gather the remnants.

“Aren’t you just such a treat?”

Sukuna swats your cheek, quick with his nails angled like a cat so he can scratch at your skin. Your head lolls to the sheets, panting, damaged tits heaving as you try to find sanity. It’s too late for that. He’s going to break your body and mind, binge in your honeyed sorrow.

“Wakey, wakey, little human. You won’t want to miss what comes next.”

Your brows pinch as he draws his messy fingers from your cunt, only to wrap a hand around each of his cocks so he can pop both heads into your holes.

That wakes you up.

“C-can’t, n-not both.”

“Oh please, you’re all soft and squishy. Girls are made to be fucked.”

The swell of your belly as he pushes in makes him even hungrier. Your ass strangles his cock, the rim wet with the drippings of your slick. He hates that he has to be careful. A too strong push could split you on his dicks, and he’s having far too much fun to be devouring your guts just yet.

But he’s not gentle. All four hands latch onto you—legs held so wide it’s nearly obscene, the other two sinking into your rib cage and smearing in blood so he can pull you down until you’re impaled.

The squeeze of you is divine.

The heavy mass of his cocks stretches your walls thin. He can feel the outline of both his dicks as he starts to thrust, mushroom heads catching on one another before bullying in deep.

It’s no surprise that you’re crying—humans always cry, sob, beg. It is perplexing and oh so satisfying, however, that you’re blubbering because you feel good amidst all your pain and suffering. Your hips are rolling back to meet his thrusts, pussy convulsing every time his pelvis grinds into your clit.

Your bleeding and broken body is devouring him just like he swallowed your flesh. Your gooey pussy is sucking around him, dragging along his shaft like lips gobbling him whole.

The hiss he releases is sinful, like a snake coiling as his tattooed thighs presses you deeper into the crimson mess he’s created. He likes the way the ichor stains your skin. He takes a bloodied hand and curls it around your thigh, fingers long enough to overlap and color your flesh like a brand. He could crunch your bones beneath his palms, break you into pieces if he wanted.

“Do you want me to, ah fuck—” he loses his train of thought when the sound of his voice makes your ass clench, ribbed walls wedging around his second cock. “Never fucking mind giving you the option. I’m keeping you. Alive. Want your body warm every time I fuck it.”

The look in your eyes is so hopeful and darling that it almost makes him feel something.

Sukuna pummels into your gaping holes and leans over your body to sink his teeth into your neck. He bites hard, hard enough to make you weep and wail and to remind him that you’re only here to be devoured.

He rips tender flesh and digests it, drinking down more of your blood as you start to coo from the stinging pain and numbing ecstasy of having him ravage your sensitive little pussy and ass. You get so tight around him in your anguish, all fucked out and eaten like you’re nothing but a willing piece of meat.

His wanton tongue laves over your marred skin, sliding through blood and sinew. Humans always were his favorite. Only now he can’t remember what any of them tasted like before you.

Your cunt is slobbering, creaming, and he’s pretty sure he hears your weak little heart stop beating for a split moment before you cum.

“God what a good fucking slut,” he purrs, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels both of your channels compress around his lengths as you break. “Let’s make you do that again.”

You’re so overstimulated from the bliss of his cocks thrusting in, out, in, deeper, faster that all the suffering he inflicted is null. You cum again because it’s so easy to make you, one of his hands pinching your swollen clit until you squirt all over his toned stomach and your belly bulges from the shape of his inflating cock.

“Ohh I like that. More. Give me more.”

Two hands keep your kicking legs pinned to the bed as another torments your clit and the last is gathering your slick. He runs his fingers over the grooves of his abs and up to his pecs, finally flicking his fingertips into his mouth to eat your cum like sauce.

His cocks swell at the flavor of you, tart and salty like some kind of rich delicacy.

Sukuna continues to stuff you full, over and over again, pressing in until it seems like you’ll pop. His balls are bruising against your body with every brutal thrust. You’re babbling and messy, coated in slick and blood and tears and spit. It’s almost disgusting, yet he has to admit you’re just so damn pretty and warm that he thinks it’s cute. Like a pet.

He rubs at your engorged clit until you’re squirting and screaming again, babbling about how it’s too much. Only it’s not enough, not for him. He’s close to the edge and knows just how to get himself off.

Sucking at a clawed fingertip, Sukuna eyes a soft patch of skin below your bouncing, intact tit. The other is still seeping, his fresh bite etched into the globe.

“One last thing,” he smirks, crazed and nearly fucked out, “gotta let everyone know these slutty holes belong to me.”

The sharp tip of his nail digs into your meat, slicing the characters of his name as if he was signing a gory, whorish picture. His smile nearly splits his skull at the sight, all bloody and gross and his.

“~K-Kunaaa…” hearing his broken name out of your stupid little slut mouth is the last straw, some primal instinct to claim his prize overwhelming his senses and making him explode.

Cum bursts from your seams all while bloating in your belly, your ass, pearly white strings glistening against all your fluids. He feels relieved as he releases into you, hot balls pulsing as he feeds his seed into your gummy depths.

You’re so full of his cum that another orgasm crests over you, making you tremble and quake and scream. He relishes your final squeezes, letting your cunt and ass suction around his cocks until he’s milked dry.

“I fucking love whores.” Just because he can, he pushes his hand into your bulging belly, laughing as cum gushes from where your pussy is cinched around his shaft. You whimper, twisting against the hands holding your thighs open.

“No no no,” he wags a finger at you, “I still haven’t had dessert.”

He wonders if he’ll be able to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the delicate, syrupy folds of your cunt. Depends on just how good you taste.

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starsjulia · 7 months ago

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angel chapter two // the diagnosis

leah williamson x child!reader

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a/n : all the chapters are around 1000 words, so sorry about that, but i have a few longer ones in the works

warnings : medical talk, medical equipment, cancer, brain tumor, the whole lot honestly

The headaches had started out as a minor annoyance—nothing more than the occasional discomfort that Leah thought was part of growing up. Angel would clutch her head with a little frown, but a bit of rest seemed to do the trick each time. Leah told herself it was nothing serious, just the tiredness of a child who loved to do everything at full speed. Angel was always running, always laughing, always eager to squeeze every last drop out of each day. But then came the dizziness.

It happened one morning when Leah was making breakfast. She’d turned away for just a moment to flip a pancake when she heard the soft thud behind her. Spinning around, she saw Angel sitting on the kitchen floor, a look of confusion in her big blue eyes.

“What happened, darling?” Leah asked, rushing over to scoop her daughter up, her heart beating just a little faster than normal.

“I don’t know,” Angel replied, rubbing her forehead. “I just felt… funny.” She shrugged, then nestled closer to her mum, as if trying to brush off the incident.

Leah held Angel close, her fingers running through the little girl’s curls. “You’re okay, love,” she murmured, though a twinge of worry had already begun to creep in. “Maybe you just stood up too fast.”

But over the next few days, the headaches grew more frequent, and sometimes Angel would complain of her vision going blurry. It wasn’t like her to be so quiet or tired, not when she usually sprang out of bed at the crack of dawn. One day after practice, Angel had even fallen asleep on the bench at the pitch—a place she would normally be buzzing with excitement.

Leah knew then that it was time to stop brushing it off. She scheduled an appointment with their family doctor, trying to stay calm as she explained the symptoms. They ran some tests, but when the results came back inconclusive, the doctor recommended a specialist to look deeper. Leah did her best to stay positive, to keep her voice steady as she reassured Angel that it was all just a check-up.

The specialist ordered an MRI, a word that sounded far too serious to Leah. Still, she kept a smile on her face, one that grew tighter as she watched her little girl lay inside the noisy machine. Angel’s tiny frame seemed to disappear beneath the vast, cold metal, and for the first time, Leah felt truly afraid. She didn’t know why yet, didn’t even know if she had any reason to be. But a mother’s instinct is powerful, and something deep in her chest tightened painfully.

The call came just two days later. Leah had been folding the washing when the phone rang, the number flashing on the screen a reminder of the doctor’s visit she’d tried not to think too much about. The doctor’s voice was gentle but strained, and in just a few words, Leah’s world cracked open.

“Miss Williamson… we found a tumor on Angel’s brain. It’s… it’s quite large. We’ll need to start treatment immediately.”

The rest of the conversation was a blur—a jumble of medical jargon, treatment plans, and reassurances that Leah could hardly process. All she could think about was that one word: tumor. It lodged itself in her mind, refusing to budge, as she sank onto the floor, the phone slipping from her hand. It felt like the room was closing in around her, the walls pressing tighter and tighter until she could hardly breathe.

How was she supposed to tell Angel? Her sweet, brave little girl, who didn’t even know what cancer was, let alone that she was about to start a fight for her life.

Leah had to pull herself together. Angel was due home from school in half an hour, and she needed to be the strong one now. She needed to find a way to explain this without shattering the world Angel knew.

When Angel came through the door, her backpack bouncing on her tiny shoulders, Leah knelt down to greet her, wrapping her in a hug that was perhaps a little too tight.

“Guess what, darling?” Leah said, forcing her voice to stay cheerful as she stroked Angel’s hair. “We’ve got another special appointment soon. The doctors just want to take extra good care of you.”

“Like at the hospital?” Angel asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. “I didn’t like that big noisy machine.”

“I know, love,” Leah whispered, swallowing hard. “But this time it’ll be different. They’ll help make the headaches go away, okay?”

Angel tilted her head, sensing something in her mum’s voice that she couldn’t quite understand. “Will you be with me the whole time?” she asked softly.

“Every single second,” Leah promised, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. She wasn’t going to cry—not in front of Angel. “And so will Grandma and Grandpa, and Auntie Wally, and all of your friends from the team. We’re all going to help you feel better.”

Leah wished she could have given her daughter a clearer picture of what was coming next, but how could she? She didn’t even know what lay ahead herself. The doctors spoke of chemotherapy, surgeries, long hospital stays, and possible complications with a clinical detachment that Leah found almost unbearable. Every step of the plan felt like it was filled with a million different ways things could go wrong.

The first round of chemotherapy began two weeks later, and Leah felt a cold, helpless anger build inside her as she watched Angel’s little body endure the harsh treatment. It wasn’t fair that such a young child should have to suffer like this. When Angel lost her appetite, Leah would sit beside her for hours, coaxing her to take just one bite of her favorite pudding. When the nausea hit, Leah would rub Angel’s back and whisper soothing words, trying to comfort her in ways that didn’t seem enough.

Still, Angel showed a strength that took Leah’s breath away. Even on the days when she was too tired to get out of bed, she would look up at Leah with that same bright spark in her eyes, the one that had always made her seem so much older than her years. “We’re gonna beat this, right, Mummy?” she’d say, her voice no louder than a whisper. “Like when we win at football?”

“Yes, love,” Leah would reply, her heart clenching as she kissed Angel’s forehead. “exactly like that.”

After one particularly rough day, Leah found herself sitting in her car outside the hospital, her head resting against the steering wheel as she tried to gather the strength to go back inside. She hated feeling so powerless, hated that no matter how much she loved her daughter, she couldn’t just take this burden from her and bear it herself. For the first time in a long while, Leah allowed herself to cry, her shoulders shaking with the weight of it all.

When she returned to Angel’s room, she found her daughter asleep, clutching the small stuffed lion that Alessia had brought over earlier that week. The toy had been a favorite since it arrived, and Angel had named it “Little Leo” after her mum. Leah sat down in the chair beside the bed and took Angel’s hand in hers, marveling at how small and delicate it seemed. She had once thought of Angel as invincible, her laughter strong enough to ward off any shadow. Now, Leah knew just how fragile and precious life could be.

In that quiet room, with the hum of medical equipment in the background, Leah made a silent promise to herself and to Angel. She would fight for her daughter with everything she had. She would be the rock that Angel needed, no matter how rough the road ahead became. Because that was what a mother did—she protected her child, even if it meant standing firm in the face of the unimaginable.

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Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection 18+ | Toto Wolff x reader, age gap, smut operator, clear daddy issues (this fic is inspired by Lana del Rey, duh), and yacht culture.

Summary: Toto Wolff is a name often mentioned at the Yacht Club, where you work after classes. For some reason, you have always pictured him as an old crank like the usual members, not this foxy man who arrives at the reception making your knees quiver. The entire staff goes frenetic as he, one of the Club's most important clients, chooses to spend his spring break there without previous notice. You pray to the Gods that you don't cross lines with him since your entire livehood depends on this job, and you really want to graduate college. Author's note: This was supposed to be a one-shot but was way too long, so I split it into two chapters. I hope you enjoy them. By the way, this version of Toto has questionable morals.

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2 - Breaking up slowly

As Mr. Holst's gateway yacht trip reaches an end, you follow protocol and deliver Toto the guest's satisfaction survey before docking in the Club's harbor.

It's supposed to be confidential and private for the guest. Still, Toto reads you the questions and tells you his answer as he writes them, evaluating you while you sit on his lap in his cabin armchair.

"Any complaints or suggestions, please elaborate," he reads you. "Yes. Y/N's skirts should have been shorter. They don't do justice to that ass," he jokes as you blush, still in awe of him.

He squeezes your ass cheek and gives you a hard slap leaving a red mark, instantly turning you on.

"Fuck me, daddy" you beg him against his lips, already placing you on top of him.

Your clothes hit the ground.

You aren't sure if the waves are rocking the hull that hard or if it's Toto's powerful thrust as he fucks you relentlessly, firm grip on your hips, fingertips pressuring on your skin.

The guests enjoy the yacht's amenities till the last minute before docking in the harbor of the Yacht Club.

The crew and you are all but busy, going everywhere, attending to guests, and running safety checks and protocols.

You attend to Toto's daily demands as he peacefully sunbathes before going to his cabin to change outfits. His tan skin makes him look even more handsome.

You overheard him telling the person on the other end of the call that he was going to a meeting downtown.

He'll be gone the entire day and the whole of your shift. At least a bit of a break for you!

These past few days have been a dream but tiresome.

As the sailing master safely and perfectly anchors the yacht in the harbor, the guests start to descend the ship. A small committee of girls with beverages and canapes welcomes them.

The only people remaining onboard the ship's deck are Toto and you; he wanted to go last.

As you two casually talk, he pulls out an envelope from the insides of his blue blazer and offers it with his hand for you to grab it.

"Sorry, what is this?!" you ask, looking at the rectangular yellow envelope.

"It's a brick of money, isn't it?" you think.

"Your tip," he confirms your thoughts.

"But that is excessive. No way I'm accepting it."

"Do so," he sounds authoritarian as usual. "'It's going to help you with that fine."

"Oh, hey, listen, I will make it, don't worry about it."

"Y/N," he sounds serious, his eyes looking straight at you. He is a very kind and sweet person on the inside. Still, on the outside, he is always cold, stony-looking, demanding, and impossibly hot. "Take it," he enunciates, his controlling trait displaying.

You have noticed, just by being by his side all these days, the pull and effect he has on people and still holds on to you. He is someone you want to impress, to win his approval and have his attention.

"What do you think this is "Pretty Woman"? Calm down, Richard Gere!" you dare to joke to change the mood a bit.

"Aren't you too young to know that reference?" he still answers sternly.

"I live with the rom-com connoisseur, aka my aunt." you smile brightly at him.

Toto has avoided stepping onto personal life terrains, wanting to remain far apart.

"Last time I offer it, take it. You need it. Besides, it's not like you are going to buy a Kelly bag with it; it's for your tuition."

"A what?!" you think. "Wait! How does he know that? I don't remember mentioning that to him."

"Thank you, but I prefer to maintain our relationship non-monetarian." you stand your ground.

"Our relationship?" Toto thinks.

He places the envelope back into his inside pocket as he said he would and steps off without looking back at you, moving along with his day.

"Welcome back to land," Chloé greets you the next day as you clip your radio on your belt in the staff locker room. You're getting ready for another shift before hugging her.

"I'm impressed! I must admit. You almost, ALMOST, achieved it! You got a really good-rate review on the satisfaction chart from Mr. Wolff, something I've never seen before." Then, she makes a dramatic pause.

Only if she knew...

Before continuing: "But not so with Mr. Elrod. He placed a formal complaint since, according to him, your incident with him was life-threatening."

"OH COME ON! He barely swoll!" You look annoyed and want to smash the locker with your fist.

"I know, I checked. Still, I'm really proud of you! But Raphaël called you to his office, so please go there now."

Oh God, you hate going up there!

You arm yourself with patience while climbing the swirling stairs to the upper floor of the management wing of the building, where the big names' offices are.

He makes you wait for a long time. The fucker knows the long wait it's going to delay your chores and make you leave work late. Until his assistant informs you from her chair at the front desk that you can go in.

You open the large glass door into the Assistant General Manager's office with a speech already prepared in your mind in case of the worst.

Raphaël is leaning back on his enormous executive leather chair and massive desk that screams small dick energy, looking sternly at you.

Raphaël is a very posh, solemn, and wealthy fucker who is besties with Mr. Holst and his entire family and extended family, a textbook social climber.

A very uptight asshole. Raphaël chose to dislike you from the moment you set foot at the Club; he tries to get you fired at any given chance.

Most of the girls who work there are beautiful and come from an obvious upper class; most are daughters, nieces, or granddaughters of...

The Yacht Club is where the rich teach their kids a lesson on the value of work or use it as a perfect excuse to kick them out of the house for a few hours.

Usually, they get hired because daddy made a call, and you are none of that.

"Ah, good morning," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you're still here. I'm surprised you didn't quit on the spot after that dangerous incident."

You take a deep breath and try to keep your cool. "Good morning, Raphaël. I'm still here because I'm committed to doing my job to the best of my ability and finding a solution to the problem rather than blaming myself."

Raphaël snorts. "You're the one who caused the problem, sweetheart. You're always causing problems. You're a liability to this company."

You feel angry at his words, but you keep your composure. "I understand you're upset, but I'm trying my best."

Raphaël swings a bit in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "You're just a silly girl who doesn't know how to do her job. You're lucky I'm even giving you a final and last chance to prove yourself."

You feel a lump form in your throat. "I understand you don't think highly of me, but I'm trying to do my best; I have learned fast and proved myself worthy."

Raphaël laughs a cold, cruel sound. "You're just not cut out for this job, sweetheart. We are the best and need the best on our team."

"I...I don't know what to say," you stutter.

Raphaël leans forward, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Just thank Ava, sweetie, for changing Holst's mind. You're on thin ice, one more mistake, and you're gone. You can leave now," he dismisses you.

"Thank you, I owe you one, I guess," you whisper to Ava for saving your ass as you cross paths with her in the beautiful and perfectly maintained gardens.

"You were kind to me," she says in the same tone as usual, not as friendlier as you would have liked. "I trust you keep our conversation from that day private."

"Pinky promise," you offer her your pinky. She looks at you with an "ugh" expression, rolls her eyes, and walks away. A couple of steps further, she turns to smile at you.

Now you two are best friends for life in your head! IJBOL.

The following two weeks are a swirl of moans as Toto, and you can't keep your hands off each other.

You fuck everywhere private and remote enough, where there are no security cameras.

You can't have enough of his dick and his body. You are so infatuated with him.

Every time he calls in you at his villa, you end up fucking; it doesn't matter how hard you both try to fight the urge to do so.

He has had you against the door, his bedframe, or the room's vanity, on top of the piano and even in the jacuzzi. The sex drive of that fit man is spectacular, and you are young enough to keep its pace.

You have never been so sexually active and free in your life, learning and experiencing many things for the first time. Toto makes the best teacher and lover you have ever had.

By this point, you lost count of how many times you have moaned his name, called him daddy, or the number of times he has made you cum and beg for more.

Your aunt and close friends start to notice your glow. Lately, you look radiant and happy.

She is intrigued to know the reason behind it as you two go to the mall on Sunday.

"FINE. I WILL TELL YOU! I'm dating the most gorgeous, wise, handsome, accomplished, hot guy, AND HE IS SO INTO ME! Can you believe it?!"

"Oh, I can. My niece is great! And where did you meet this adonis, and most importantly, does he have an older brother?"

"He is an older brother!" you want to say but don't.

She doesn't need to know every single detail, not yet. You want to keep it a surprise for when you take Toto home.

"He has a sister," you answer.

"Ah! And what else can you tell me?"

"Well, he is from Austria! I plan to invite him over to have dinner at the apartment so you can meet and ask him all the questions you want. What do you think?"

The look she gives you! You had never taken a single boy to the house. This must be serious, then.

"Has he tasted your cooking yet?" she wonders before answering.

You shake your head.

"Well, if he survives it, then it's true love!" you two laugh as your aunt jokes and links her arm with yours before adding: "Please invite him for dinner. I'd love to meet him, but you know what! Better buy lasagna. We want this to work, right?!"

You love to text Toto sweet and touchy messages throughout the day that hint at how he makes you feel, how much he means to you, and how great it is to be with him.

You are in love.

Yet, you try not to suffocate him or embarrass yourself, still being nervous around him, still wanting his approval.

Toto still intimidates you. Being the powerful and dominant man he is.

You can't believe you snatched him! Lucky girl!

But in your mind, fuck! Wedding bells are already chirping, and future children's name-searching is already happening.

The Yacht Club has a museum/memorabilia section that almost no one visits. It's located far away from the lobby and main guest areas, and for obvious reasons, it has many security cameras.

But next to it, further down the hallway, there's a blind spot on the CCTV system, right in the space of the door to an old phone room.

In this room, the original antic magneto wall set telephone is still mounted on the wall, along with a stern wood chair where people used to chat in private.

You ask Toto to meet you there after he texts you he hasn't seen you today.

Also, you want to inform him that you are going on a "two-day leave" plus the weekend, so you will be away from him for four days.

You don't want to send him mixed signals, and you're getting paranoid that he might think you're running away.

And since you don't want to miss him, maybe he could join you if he wants and feels like it. You know, couple life outside the Club.

A hand-in-hand walk through Monaco's streets sounds nice; a cute date with wine and kisses sounds more than good.

When he closes the door behind him, the place looks ridiculously smaller.

You immediately stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, wrapping your arms around him as you greet him.

You share small, soft kisses for a while.

He sadly tells you he can't join you on your break.

Since he extended his stay, Toto has things scheduled on his agenda that he is supposed to be doing in his office in London.

"But I'm going to miss you, daddy," you pout and give him the biggest Bambi-begging eyes.

"Not even that it's going to work. Try it with my assistant. Thanks for trying tho."

"Where can I meet her?"

He laughs before pulling you into a more intense kiss.

"Should we say goodbye to each other?" he says against your lips, caressing your neck.

"It is crazy how four days felt like nothing before you; now that I have you in my life, it's an eternity."

He holds you closer, pulling you by the waist.

"Then let's make it count enough to stay in each other minds for those days."

"You are permanently on my mind," you confess, burying your face in his shoulder, all red, and not even being able to look at him while feeling the expensive material of his jacket brushing your skin.

Then, your mouth finds his, kissing him hungrily. You push your tongue into his mouth, tangling with his, your hands sliding up the hard planes of his chest, then drifting over his shoulders to find the hem of his shirt.

Your fingers feel his warm skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through him as you trace the contours of his muscles.

The smell of your perfume, jasmine, and vanilla intoxicates him. This scent will remind him of this moment as he passionately claims your mouth.

Slowly, you undress each other, savoring the anticipation. As hands wander over defined abs, curves, and dips, caresses become bold strokes.

The pads of your fingers move lower, exploring the ridges of his abdomen. With a smoldering look, you glance up at Toto, a wicked smile on your lips.

Heat spreads through him as you press yourself against his groin and your bare breasts against his chest. He can feel your heart pounding.

With a soft, playful jerk, you touch his growing excitement. "Eager, daddy?" you ask.

He nods.

You waste no time, and you get down to your knees as you take him into your mouth as he is sitting in the chair. Your warm, wet tongue swirls around him, your head bobbing gently as you work him in and out of your mouth.

His fingers find their way into your soft, silken hair, gripping it gently, urging you on.

His pleasure moans grow as you work your magic, your tongue and lips exploring him for a while.

Slowly, you move up till your lips brush the shell of his ear.

He commands you. "Ride me, now."

You shift your weight, adjusting your position to better align with Toto's cock, and you sink onto him, your pussy fitting itself around his cock like a glove; you feel a jolt of pleasure.

He fills you completely, and you allow yourself a moment to take in the intensity of that feeling, skin against skin.

Your hips begin to sway, moving gently to the rhythm of your shared breathing. With each undulation, the chair beneath you becomes part of the dance.

Toto's hands, which had been resting at his sides, now find their way to your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he feels you move against him.

Your breath is warm and soft against his neck as your bodies rock with each movement. You feel your core tighten, your pleasure growing in intensity.

The control Toto wields over the rhythm, and you is intoxicating. Your breathing quickens.

"Faster," he orders you; you moan, obedient and needy. He wants you full force.

You feel the intensity of your coupling, the friction becoming almost unbearable.

You throw your head back mid powerful and intense bounces and cry out, desperate for release.

His hands move to grip your thighs, his fingers applying pressure into your soft flesh as he guides your hips up and down to meet now his intense thrusts, Toto's bucking his hips up now, and your full breasts bounce against his sculpted chest.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss; tongues entwine at a pace as hungry as the one below your waists.

You tangle your hands in Toto's hair, tugging it gently to urge him for more as you clench your sex around him, drawing out an animalistic groan from deep within him.

"Fuck, yes, Y/N," Toto growls through gritted teeth. He slams his balls into your pussy again and again, driving you both closer to the edge.

Your bodies are all slick with sweat as you shudder atop Toto, releasing a visceral moan with an orgasm radiating from your core and rippling through every nerve in your body, dripping all over his shaft and thighs.

He growls low in his throat, a raw, primal sound that reverberates through the room as he surrenders to his own release.

Every day away, you text him, exchanging photos and moments from both days.

You can't keep away from him.

Upon your return, you attend and cheer for Toto, who is participating in the regatta rally.

The sound of seagulls surrounds you, as does the smell of salt water and fresh coffee wafts from the food and beverage stalls, enticing the crowd on the quayside.

As the starting gun fires, a fleet of sleek, high-tech sailboats burst into action, their crews navigating the intricate course set out on the water.

The crowd cheers and chants as the boats round each mark, their helmsmen and women trimming their sails to maximize speed.

As the regatta approaches its climax, the top boats are neck and neck, and Toto and his crew are straining every muscle to gain that precious extra yard.

The tension is palpable as his boat crosses the finish line, and he and his crew leap into celebration as they win the rally.

Meanwhile, champagne corks pop on the quayside, and glasses get raised in a toast to the winners.

The air is filled with conversation as the member's friends and families mingle, congratulating each other on a thrilling day under their giant sun umbrellas and comfy outdoor chairs.

Meanwhile, you remained sitting on the pier under the sun with your crew coworkers by your side, waiting for your guests to return and watching the action unfold on the waters.

All of you girls, legs hanging, white sneakers almost touching the waters beneath you, dress in blue shorts and white polos with the Club's logo patch on the left.

After a while, the sun and the wood surface start to irritate your face and ass, respectively.

You smile brightly at Toto when you spot him reaching closer in the boat, locking eyes with him.

His shirt is all wet, and what is beneath it is showing. You fight the urge to run your hand all over his chest when you reach him after the trophy ceremony.

As you finish setting Toto's regatta equipment back inside the shed in his villa's garden view deck, Léo approaches you, thinking you are alone.

Staring at your bend over the body, eyes on your ass. An excellent view.

Toto watches this from inside. He stepped inside to go shower.

"Y/N!" you turn without flinching, familiar with the voice and happy to hear it.

"Léo! Hi!"

"I missed you, cutie," he says to you, even if you are a girl. Then he welcomes you with a tight hug, pulling you off the ground.

Toto wants to see how the scene unfolds, still without making himself be noticed.

Why is that guy standing that close to you? Doesn't he know personal space?

He watches you two chat, you looking all happy and smiley, telling Léo all about your past days while his eyes burn on you.

Toto catches desire in them, so when Léo places a hand on the shed and around you, Toto steps in.

"Kid," he calls for you. "My drink," he reminds you what he asked you to do next.

"Oh! Yes, sir!" You quickly move to serve Toto's drink. Léo gives him a "those manners!" look, and they share a quick exchange.

At that moment, Toto glimpses at his cook uniform in bright daylight and tells him, "I didn't ask for any food." This is a subtle hint to better leave.

When Toto moves to stand right behind you, you can almost feel his knee in the back of your thigh.

Léo proceeds to leave, sending him a silent fuck you with his eyes.

"Bye, gorgeous! See you around, my girl." Léo addresses you but holds his gaze at Toto as he walks away, looking back.

"Okay..." you think, watching them interact.

"Let's go, kid," he orders you.

"Where?!" you ask as he drags you by the arm, a firm grip on your forearm as he pulls you along.

"Move," he instructs.

Minutes later, the sun warms Toto's back as he expertly maneuvers his jet ski on the waters. Going extremely fast as you hold tight to his body, the jet ski roaring beneath you, surging forward as water sprays behind you.

The salty ocean breeze whips through his dark hair and yours.

A desolate yet inviting small beach appears in the distance as a coast unfolds. Toto gestures to you to the sandy expanse, "There."

You glance at the beach in question and raise your delicate eyebrows. "You brought us here? Why?"

"I have something to make clear." It's all he answers, in a harsh voice, before reaching land.

The waves lap gently against the fine white sands of the isolated coastline. You take a moment to enjoy the sounds of the ocean and the serenity of nature surrounding you.

Your skin and Toto's glisten with sweat, seawater, and sunscreen.

His gaze roams over your body, relishing the breathtaking view. He licks his lips, unable to resist himself any longer.

His eyes are so intense on you that he almost looks angry. Toto's expression dangerously morphs into a lust-filled one.

He leans closer to claim your mouth in a rough, passionate kiss. Parting your lips brusquely, allowing himself to explore and taste your sweetness with his tongue while holding your neck with a stern grip.

His hands move to press your slick body firmly.

Toto then powerfully lifts you from the ground and takes you further into the beach, finally pushing you to the sand and rolling on top of you, feeling your breasts crush against his chest.

He pulls your legs open and places them around his waist, roughly handling you, nails pressing into your skin, and he sighs in pleasure, feeling your warmth pressed against his.

He moves to remove your clothes roughly and quickly, almost tearing your polo shirt; within seconds, you are both naked. "Beautiful," Toto whispers, voice dangerous.

Your eyes flare with desire and curiosity as he has never handled you this rough.

With no hesitation or warning, he pulls his rock-hard length inside you, making you gasp at the sudden move. Toto's voice rasp in your ear, "Only I can fill you up."

You nod eagerly, biting your lower lip.

"Say it," he demands.

"Yes, daddy. Only you can fill me," you whisper, your voice thick with arousal.

Those words send Toto's self-control over the ledge.

He slides into you frenetically, your pussy taking his hard hits with thunderous moist claps. He is fucking you so harshly in such a powerful rhythm you can barely take him.

You bury your nails in the sand surrounding you, grasping. "Daddy!" you moan so loud.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Toto growls, biting down on the curve of your neck.

His thrusts are desperate and animal, and every muscle in his body is rocking. You arch your back, moaning nonstop as Toto keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, relentlessly.

"Daddy! Please," you gasp for air. You can barely take it anymore. "Daddy! I can't." his balls deep thrust keep going. A massive moan escapes your lips.

"Be a nice girl, take this dick good." He commands.

"I-, I-, Daddy, please." Your fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him to let you catch your breath.

"You are only mine to have." Toto's mouth claims yours, swallowing your moans.

"This pussy is all yours!" you are barely able to say, shaking violently under his strong jabs.

"Again," his dick slams you harder.

"I'm only yours!" you scream in an orgasm, breathing real loud.

"Again," he slams you with his dick again.

Your whimpers grow louder.

"I'm yours, daddy!"

The feeling of his raw masculinity taking you over, dominating you entirely, sends ripples of need through your core.

Each drive of his hips is a powerful claim, a branding that declares you his.

"Good girl, now it's clear." He kisses your lips softly and licks them, running his wet tongue all over them.

With one final thrust, he buries himself as deep inside you, feeling you clench and pulse around him as you cry out.

Toto's body shudders with the force of his release. You stay there, panting and covered in sweat and sand as the waves crash upon the shore, matching the rhythm of your breathing.

Toto stays inside you, wanting to remain close for a little longer. He places soft and sweet kisses all over your face, now tenderly caressing you. His soft touch is all over you.

He collapses in exhaustion next to your side. The two of you are naked with your backs to the sand and facing the sky, feeling the sun's warm rays on your skin.

You can't help but smile as you look over at Toto, lying beside you with his muscular chest heaving up and down.

"We're quite a mess," you chuckle, gesturing to the sand and fluids that cover your bodies.

Toto laughs, "Nothing that a quick rinse can't fix."

He watches you stand up, brush the sand off your ass, and sprint towards the ocean.

Toto follows you, admiring your naked figure and the way your ass moves as you stride.

You dip your toes into the water, squealing as a wave crashes over your feet. Toto comes up behind you, planning to plunge you into the water, so you playfully run from him.

He catches and kisses you before lifting you in his arms and bringing you inside the water with him.

He admires your ability to be open-minded, fun, and fearless in pursuing new experiences, especially those involving him.

A call bell coming from Toto's living room makes you speed there. Your chores today were so fucking tedious; by this point, you have like four good hours inside the china's closet.

As soon as you enter, he informs you, "Kid, I need my things packed by 2 p.m."

"You are leaving?!!" That sounded more desperate than you expected.

"I need to fly to sign papers in my London office. I will return on Thursday, just in time for Holst's Casablanca-themed birthday party."

Oh, yeah, next week is going to be crazy. A fucking colossal gala it's going to take place at the Club's gardens.

When the elevator doors to Toto's office slide open, a burst of energy and femininity floods the room as the most stunning woman enters.

Toto's office is on the top floor of a sleek, modern skyscraper, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed panorama of the bustling London's metropolis.

Her impossible curves seem to have been crafted by the gods themselves.

Her long, dark, sleek hair cascades down her back, framing her heart-shaped face and highlighting her stunning eyes.

With her full lips in a deep shade of red, she moves with a confident stride, her high heels clicking on the floor as she makes her way to Toto's desk.

Her toned and shapely legs seem to go on forever. She is supermodel tall, and the way she moves her hips is enough to weaken any man in the knees.

Irina sits in one of the expensive designer chairs in front of Toto's trendy clear glass desk. Her fitted dress hugs her curves in all the right places.

Her shoulders are bare, and the gentle swell of her breasts seems to strain against the fabric.

Her hands are long and elegant, and she has a massive diamond ring on the fourth finger of her left hand.

As she leans back in the chair, her hair bounces against her shoulders, releasing a faint scent of perfume.

Looking busy behind his desk, Toto can't help but look up from his papers, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

Toto's iPhone buzzes on his desk surface as Irina moves to get comfy on the expensive velvet sofa by the wall after a good chat and a successful exchange on Irina's part.

Reminding Toto of his responsibilities in life.

He picks it up to open your chat.

"Since it's our first month anniversary and you are away. I had more time to prepare a gift for you." you text Toto.

He watches a photo loading on your conversation.

A photo of a completely naked you arrive, standing back to the camera behind a see-through light fabric curtain that looks like and is the one in his bedroom at his villa.

Your shoulders, back, and ass are on full display, your silhouette looking delicious to him; you are posing with your arms up, both placed on your head, and your hair is in a bun.

No face, just body, in a contrast of light.

Toto feels like jerking off to that photo when a second one arrives.

It's a close-up photo of your breast; you are laying on his bed in the villa, again with light fabric on top of your tits, nipples hard, looking ready for him to bite them: no face or more body below your waist on this one.

"What a masterpiece," he replies. "But who took them? It's that my villa? How did you manage?"

"A dear friend of mine takes boudoir photos. I lied to Chloé and told her the photographer came for a photo session appointment with the guests I'm serving during your leave."

"An that dear friend is?" instantly possesive.

"Anne, a girl friend from college, she is an art major," you quickly reply.

"They should hang them in a museum."

You feel so proud of yourself for making him react like that. God, you miss him.

"Hey, kid, you are home?" he looks at his Rolex, running calculous.

"Yes"

"Do me a favor then."

"Sure!"

"Touch yourself till you cum, and moan my name loud." you get wet, reading the text.

"Would you do the same, daddy?"

"Yes."

Irina wonders who makes him smile like that.

As you prepare everything at Toto's villa for his return, along with Chloé, you dare to ask her a question and discuss a topic you have been dreading for so long.

"Does Mr. Wolff have a leave date?" you gain the courage.

"He already overextended his stay, which is rare, as rare as him showing up unexpectedly as he did. Mr. Wolff is one of those people who schedules everything in advance and always informs us months before, so something must have happened." She reaches out to you to help you place the fresh sheets on his bed.

"So, no date?" you ask again.

"You grew tired of him already?" Chloé looks straight at you.

"OH. NO, NO. I'm just curious," you quickly add, waving your hands.

"No date, child"

Is he staying for you? You wonder in your head.

You two have never talked about your future.

Toto leaving without you has become your biggest fear in life, like ever.

The night is fully set over the sea, and the Club's grounds are set by the strumming of a Moroccan guitar, which sets the tone for the true extravaganza about to happen.

You see Ava fixing Mr. Holst's bowtie as he prepares for his grand entrance.

The Club's gardens transformed into a Moroccan oasis, and the towering palm trees were now adorned with twinkling fairy lights.

The crowd erupts into applause as Mr. Holst enters, resplendent in a tailored white suit and sunglasses, à la Rick Blaine, escorted by a troupe of really hot and barely dressed female dancers, who performed a mesmerizing choreographed routine to the iconic tunes of "As Time Goes By."

The tables are set with fine china and crystal glassware, adorned with candles and a sumptuous spread of Moroccan delicacies, including tagines, couscous, and fragrant pastries.

The aroma of exotic spices wafts through the air.

Meanwhile, at the bar where you are currently working, the mixologists are shaking (not stirring) up signature cocktails inspired by the classic film's iconic characters. The "Ilsa," a refreshing blend of gin, lemon, and mint, is a particular hit among the guests.

The place is packed with wealthy people from around the globe, all friends of Mr. Holst and his wife, and the bar is the busiest spot.

You are so busy that you haven't even had a chance to look for Toto. He must be somewhere looking all handsome in a classic tuxedo! Gosh, you die to see him and kiss him.

Then, Mr. Holst takes center stage once more, surrounded by his wife and children. With a heartfelt speech, he starts the party.

As midnight approaches, a massive three-tier cake held by two big guys enters in the old style, and everyone sings Happy Birthday to Mr. Holst as fireworks light up the night sky!

The crowd cheers and oohs as sparks rain down upon them.

Then, you have your first break of the night. Some of your coworkers at recess get dinner, light a cigar, or just sit down in the crew's hidden section. It's been crazy!

You use the opportunity to text Toto: "Hi, my love. Where are you? I want to see your handsomeness in a tux. Daddy, I miss you so much."

As a tipsy Toto is laughing and drinking with Holst and his wife when the couple reaches the table where he is, Irina picks up his phone, buzzing on the table.

She reads the text you sent him and chunks of your conversation.

"Who the fuck is "Kid"?!"

She then starts looking at the photos you shared, fuming, especially when she finds the ones from the boudoir photo session you took for Toto.

Oh, no, baby! Her wedding with Toto is happening, yes or yes, and she will not allow you to interfere!

Toto will not slip away from her! Not now, she got him back at the palm of her hand and into his senses!

It worked wonders to give him that bit of a break after he got cold feet and had second thoughts about committing himself to her.

No one touches what is hers, and she is about to teach you a lesson!

Now that she knows your face, it is just a matter of time before she finds you there.

Apparently, you work here.

You are navigating through the crowded party, surrounded by the thumping music and the hums of conversations because your boss asked you to move to attend a special guests table.

As you walk there, you feel a pair of eyes burning into your skin. The hottest woman you have ever seen is staring intensely at you.

It turns out to be the table where Raphaël parents are. So, to your misfortune, he is also around, adding an extra stress layer to your night as he behaves demanding and pays attention to your every action.

As the night progresses, you feel unsure if you are being paranoid or that woman has been watching you for a long time, her gaze flicking from a phone to you again.

Mr. Holst greets you, and you congratulate him on his birthday; he sits to chat with Raphaël's elderly mom.

The hot woman suddenly swoops in, her long legs striding across the room to you.

Her eyes flash with anger as she grabs your arm, her nails digging into your skin. "You think you're so special, don't you?" she hisses, her voice low and venomous, taking you completely by surprise.

You try to shake her off, not knowing what the fuck is happening! But she's too strong.

She pulls you closer, her face inches from yours. "You're nothing but a foolish little fling to Toto," she sneers really loud for everyone at the table to hear.

You start to feel all eyes on you as she causes a scene.

"This means nothing to him! You are just an entertainment." she continues.

You feel a surge of embarrassment as you realize what's happening.

Toto looks at you two, his eyes wide with surprise, but he doesn't intervene. Your bosses are standing nearby, their faces frozen in shock.

Irina shows you the stunning diamond ring on her hand and holds it up for everyone to see.

The table you attend falls silent, and all eyes are on you. Humiliation hits you as you realize the scope of what's happening.

"You think you can just waltz in here and steal my man? Toto is marrying me," she says again, her voice dripping angrily. "Me! Stay the fuck away!"

Irina flings back into the crowd, her words echoing in your mind.

You feel tears stinging in your eyes as you turn to flee the party.

"Don't even bother to come back. You are fired." Raphaël addresses you, firing you in the spot, catching you preparing to leave, his gaze burning with triumph and victory.

The sounds of laughter and music fade into the distance as you stumble into the night air, your heart heavy with sorrow.

Léo and Chloé look astonished as they watch you leave after witnessing the show Irina put on.

Your heels are hitting the floor faster, and the trail of your fitted gorgeous gala dress sways behind you.

You know that you will never be able to show your face at this place again and that no one will ever look at you in the same way after this.

God, you are so mad at Toto and even more heartbroken!

A loud knock comes at the door; maybe your aunt left work early. "Coming!" you look like a mess with swollen eyes from all the crying and feeling like shit and heartbroken, destroyed, dusted, you name it.

Toto's tall figure greets you when you open the door.

"How yo-?!" you look at him, eyes filling with anger and tears again.

"Ava," he interrupts you. "She got your address and sent me in a car here."

He reads your intention to close the door to his face and stops it firmly with his muscular arm.

Toto invites himself into your apartment. Standing beside the worn-out cupboard, he looks out of place, especially in that expensive tuxedo.

Gosh, he looks so dreamy, fuck him!

"Irina was completely wrong. You are not entertainment; what happened with us was real; you are important to me, more than you imagine." He goes straight to the point, not wasting time making things clear.

You feel a couple of tears run down your eyes. Lots of emotions for just one night.

He reaches closer to wipe them with his fingers. "I shouldn't have allowed Irina to talk to you that way and embarrassed you. Please forgive me. For all. We were on a time off when I met you."

"Irina? You thought that was his sister. You heard Holst asking him about her at brunch, along with his mom," You stupid girl!

"I called off the engagement for good." He looks straight at you and closes the steps between you.

"You did?!" and you die to add the "for me," but you contain.

"Do you still want me?" he asks, leaning closer to your lips, his breath brushing your mouth.

"Yes," a beg escapes your lips.

Toto is there to apologize for the hurt he caused. He wants to reach for you, to hold you close, but he doesn't know where to begin. So, instead, he does the only thing that feels right at that moment.

His lips find yours in a tender kiss, at first gentle but exploring, as if trying to find his way home.

You respond with a soft sigh, and your hands roam over his back, muscles reacting to your gentle touch.

Your mouths open to each other in a deep, consuming kiss, tongues darting and twisting, exploring every spot of the other's mouth.

Before any of you knows what is going on, you stumble your way towards the bed, Toto's hands finding the hem of your short nightgown, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your naked body.

The sight of your bare skin is enough to take his breath away.

Toto's fingers trace the curves of your breasts, thumbs flicking at your stiffening nipples as you gasp and arch into his touch.

God, you always feel so good.

"Fuck," he mutters, bending his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. The taste of your nipple is intoxicating, and he moans in pleasure as his lips close around you.

Toto's mouth works its magic on each flick of his tongue and grazes of his teeth; you get wetter, your arousal building up.

Then his fingers find your folds, slick with need, and he spreads you open, fingering that pussy he very much loves.

He groans at the contact, his cock throbbing in response. He needs to be inside you. He needs to lose himself in you.

Clothes go out of the way.

Toto looks up at you, asking for consent, and with one swift motion, he enters you, his cock sliding into your wet, welcoming heat. You gasp as he fills you, your body adjusting to his size.

He doesn't move yet. He gives you time to get used to him. His eyes never leave yours as he waits, his breath hot against your skin. The anticipation is unbearable, and you rock your hips against him, urging him to move.

Toto growls, low and deep in his throat, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. The force of his thrust pushes your body down against the bed, and you cry out as pleasure shoots through you.

The feel of Toto inside you, filling and completing you, is unlike anything.

Toto's thrusts become harder, more urgent, driving into you with a force that had you moaning out his name over and over again, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

The sound of your sweat-slicked bodies slapping against each other, the wetness that escapes with each thrust, fills the small room.

Your breasts bounce with every move. You are so close to the edge, your orgasm building deep within you. Toto feels your inner walls begin to flutter around his cock, the sensation driving him wild.

"Fuck, Toto!" you cry out, clutching at the sheets as your body trembles with pleasure under his thrust.

He repeats the motion over and over again, your body shaking beneath him, your moans desperate. Toto feels your body tighten around him and your inner walls milking his cock.

With a final, frantic thrust, Toto lets himself go. He cums hard, filling you with his release.

As you both come down from your high, Toto collapses onto you, his body panting and slick with sweat.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both catch your breath.

Toto presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against your skin.

"Toto, I... I..." you try to build the courage to say.

"Yes?" His voice is husky but caring.

"I- I love you." You are all red, looking down, unable to face him.

He pulls your chin up tenderly with his finger before kissing your lips.

Before you dare to confess: "I never loved someone this much, I... I want a life with you and you to be my future. Could, you, I don't know, think about it, maybe, you know, you could... take me... with you to London, it sounds good."

A trail of kisses comes your way. "I will think about it, but let's sleep first. It's almost 4 a.m." he rubs his eyes and wraps you around his body.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted too; a lot happened." You kind of laugh and move to enjoy the view of his naked body, caressing him till he falls asleep, and you, too.

As sunlight creeps into your small room, you wake up disoriented. It's a hot day, and the AC is off.

"Toto?" you call his name; his body is not next to you, and you hear sounds from the kitchen.

"Is he making you breakfast? How sweet!"

You get on your feet and quickly pull some clothes on. You don't want to miss that moment for your life.

You pull the slightly already open door of your room to be greeted by an unexpected scene.

Surprisingly, your aunt is there, cooking breakfast for your mom. You look around the apartment, confused.

"Surprise!" your mom lets out from one of the chairs on the small round table. "Oh, it's only me, honey!" your mom informs you, thinking you are looking around to spot her family. As usual, believing life revolves around her.

"Are only just you two in here?" you ask.

"Ahm, yes..." your aunt says, holding the pan. "Well, no, if you count the ghost that lives here, the one who likes to throw my flowerpots."

"It's a cat!" you add before walking fast back to your room. Then you look at the clock, fuck! It's almost 1 p.m.; it's not breakfast time. It's lunchtime!

You pick up your phone, no new texts or calls from Toto; maybe he is dealing with shit after what happened. It's too bad you cannot go back to the Club.

What is that?!

You notice a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. You feel the fine paper on your fingertips as you open it:

"I'm sorry to do this to you, kid, but I can't."

And just like that, he exits your life.

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thefandomsfervent · 4 months ago

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JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments(Part 19) - Quinacridone Violet

This is a jayvik x reader fic now but it'll still be labeled as a Vik Fic until it's fully implemented. It is going to be a JayVik fic. Ft domesticity

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

As much as daily chapters were fun to do, not feasible with my current work schedule. It may move to a couple days between releases now. stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3

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Viktor and Jayce weren’t sure when you were coming back, no real frame of reference for when you had left the note and gone to get them food. You were sweet on the two of them, and so utterly clueless to the plans they had for you. While waiting for you they discussed the terms of their newly determined relationship. They were partners. Boyfriends sounded silly in terms of their affection for one another. It didn't seem to fully encapsulate the depth of their care. They saw other people before and wanted to see people after. They wouldn’t pry into each other’s business on casual affairs, but for recurring trysts? The more serious another person became in either’s life meant that they would be telling the other about them. And when it came to you? To your tender artisan hands and sweet demeanor? They both wanted to have you, together, separately, didn’t really matter. Jayce and Viktor knew that at some point you would be involved, if your lingering eyes and rose dusted cheeks said anything about how you felt.

What they were truly focused on now was how they were supposed to court you. Or how to explain last night to you. If they wanted more time for themselves first or if they were going to go ahead and start pursuing you actively. They had decided that if you asked again for clarification on their relationship they would be honest. And if you made it clear that you wanted to pursue them? In a heartbeat they’d want to know so much more about you than they knew now. Til then, they would just let things progress. After so long of working together and becoming as intrinsically close as they had, it was no surprise that they were on the same page for so much of their discussion. They differed more on how to continue their scientific pursuits than they did about their relationship and you.

In terms of your note they decided that if you asked about the development one of them could explain their current plans for Hextech. You were aware of some of their current workings but not all of them, mostly just aware of when they would be gone for meetings, not entirely what took place in them. Jayce was wiping off a section of the chalkboard Viktor had documented to their notes when the familiar scrape of the door pulled his focus. There you were. Balancing a drink carrier and brown bag in one hand as you struggled to keep the door open with the other. He didn’t have time to come over and help you before you squeak through the crack and let the heavy door shut behind you. A thunk as it seals.

“Glad to see you alive and well, Talis. Thought you’d be nursing a major headache right now.” He laughs at your statement, taking in your arrival. You’re wearing a lazy smile and a little bit of sweat. Seemed like Piltover was heating up as the year marched forward. He had thought the same when he woke up at first. Yet he had found cold water and lots of it in the haze of last night’s memories. Ofcourse, there was still that day-after grogginess that came with too much drinking, but he had definitely experienced worse.

“Not worried about me then Ms. L/N?” They may have also agreed to make their affections more obvious. Didn't want future developments stunted by lack of trying. So when you hear Viktor say that to you, they both keep watchful eyes on how you react. A stuttered step that you could blame on your imbalanced grip from the door. A simple flush creeping up your neck.

“Well, considering you were able to help me carry wine legs back to his room I figured you'd be faring a bit better.” Jayce jumps a bit at that. Right, the both of you had practically carried and put him to bed like a toddler. You're walking over to put your delivery on the table when you continue. Your back to both men. “Did you have any trouble after you got to your room?” It is genuine concern in your voice, a caring look over your shoulder to gauge. Had maneuvering a drunken Jayce hurt his leg?

Viktor tried to hide the cough that is pulled from his lungs, excused it as a clearing of his throat. Not an admission of guilt. Now he felt bad for wanting to tease you because you had no idea what trouble he did get into last night. Your eyes start to go wide with worry and it prompts him to speak, to deflect.

“No. But, eh wine legs here, definitely gave us some trouble, yes?” He gestures to Jayce, who looks defeated. An apologetic smile and a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry about that. But hey! We really appreciate the breakfast.” He’s walking over to you while you pull out the food. Strawberries, blueberries, pound cake, a small bowl of cooked meat patties. All things you got from your journey to the markets this morning.

“What had you guys celebrating anyways? Or did you just need a night to loosen up?” You’re setting up the container of fruits, fiddling with the lid when Jayce stands behind you. Emanating warmth. Comfort. He reaches past you to grab a slice of the cake, a muscled arm coming into view. You try not to jump when you realize how close he is. Instead you casually side-step to grab the teas. A sound follows your movement, an almost laugh. Not that you could really tell over the heartbeat in your ears. “I hadn’t realized how much wine was in that thing, figured there’d be more missing,” you glance at Jayce. He’s picking at the fruit and grabbing a sausage. “Or do you tell everyone how nice it is that they’re warm?” Trying to taunt him was not working. Because pulling those words out just meant that you remembered how strong his hold was. How warm he had been, how he’d leaned into your open palm slurred speech and all. In that open hallway. Right in front of Viktor. His… ? Still, it works to distract you from how close Jayce had been in the present.

Viktor chuckles as he also makes his way to where you and Jayce were. Golden eyes watching when Jayce nearly drops his food. Grabbing his cup of labeled black tea, still hot like he liked it in the mornings. Though, he had heard people switched to ice in the warmer seasons here, something he hadn’t tried out of fear of diluting the flavor. And the caffeine. His gaze drifts to where you were standing. Taking in the simple domesticity. Jayce is eating his breakfast with you by his side. The sound of a paper cup slipping out of cardboard, the click of the lid opening when you grab your tea. The slide of another against the table when you push Jayce’s cinnamon tea towards him, steam wafting out of the top. Soft silence is broken when Jayce speaks, “The wine was good, you should have some sometime. Come to think of it. You’re almost here as much as we are. When was the last time you got out?”

You pause, you honestly couldn’t remember. When was the last time that you had let loose? The thought makes you nervous, a pre-emptive guilt. You could go out when you had something worth celebrating. You decide to not answer. “Speaking of getting out.” They both perk up at that. “I have a proposition for the two of you.” Jayce chokes this time. “She has to stop doing that.” Viktor pats his back while you continue, ignoring the images flashing through his mind. “Mel brought up a good point, I won’t be here for this painting forever. And Hextech will need art for sponsorship and advertising.” You’re speaking quickly. Nervously. Not truly looking at either of them. “When I first came here I talked about it as a… as an option for you guys to take art seriously. I promise I hadn’t had the intention for myself.”

Viktor is watching you curiously. He disliked the idea of having to market Hextech, it puts a bad taste in his mouth. It is for the people, or it will be for the people. But if Mel was involved it likely would serve as a business venture to whatever influential people ran in her circle. Not as the help him and Jayce meant for it to be for the common man. Still, he had not considered that you would have to leave when the painting was done. That there wouldn’t necessarily be anything to keep you there. With them. And some selfish part of him wants you to stay, even though your departure would be far off. He thinks Jayce feels the same, given how the man tensed beneath his palm. Those broad shoulders straightening as you talk.

“Nothing we have to get into depth about now. But if and when the time comes, consider putting my name in the hat.” Your index finger is catching on the plastic lid of your tea. A faint clicking sound while you stand waiting to see if they say anything.

“You’re the first to offer. You’ll be the first we reach out to.” Jayce’s words soothe you instantly, as does the hum of affirmation from Viktor. The tightness in your upper back loosens and you sip your tea. The three of you letting the morning air be still in the lab. Enjoying the tranquil moment before you all have to get back to work.

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ficsofall · 2 months ago

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your strength - jamie fraser

Summary: Jamie Fraser is your fiancé and after you were taken by the English, he tries to find you.

Word Count: 6.1k

In the fields, on your way to see the curly redhead of whom you share your life with, you basked in the feeling of the breeze on your face and long grass brushing your legs. You saw Jamie working on a foal in the stables. You admired him, approaching silently, pleased just watching him work.

Jamie, so focused on the task at hand, didn’t hear you walking up to him until you were just a few feet away. He turned around quickly at the sound, almost losing his balance before crying out to you. “Christ, lass. Ye scared the life outta me.”

You chuckled softly, “Sorry Jame, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Jamie smiled, rubbing the back of his neck with a flex of his strong arms. “It’s alright, was just a bit distracted.” He gave the horse a pat on the flank, the stubborn beast letting out a soft nicker. Taking a break from the task, Jamie took a moment to catch his breath and walked over to your side, leaning against the fence of the pen. “What’s got ye out here at this time of the day?” he teased with a smile.

“I just wanted to see you.” you replied, smiling at him softly.

Jamie’s smile broadened; his cheeks dusted with pink after your honesty. A sweet smile graced his face. “Oh, aye? Well, here I am.” He reached out and gave your hand a slight tug, bringing you closer to him. Leaning back against the fence, Jamie looped his arm around your waist and held you close to him, bringing you with him. “I’ve missed ye.”

His blue eyes shone with affection, admiring the way the sunlight made your hair shine. One hand came up and lightly twirled a strand around his finger. A soft breeze blew past, lifting the rest of your hair just slightly, enough to brush against his face in a silken caress. Jamie closed his eyes and inhaled again, relishing the feeling of you in his arms.

Being engaged to Jamie was the best part of your life. He loved you more than anyone else ever has. It was, and is, a sweet love.

Jamie’s hands slid slowly over your back, coming to rest on your hips. “I want to ask ye somethin’,” he murmurs, leaning in so that his lips are just barely brushing against your ear. His words sent a shiver down your spine, his breath warm on your skin. He pulls back a bit, blue eyes searching your face. Lifting one hand, his calloused fingers brushed lightly against your cheek.

“What is it?” you asked.

Jamie’s gaze soft, he looked at you, thumb still brushing over your cheek. “I was just wonderin’..” he says softly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. He hesitated for a moment, as if afraid to put his next words into action. “We’ve been engaged now for... nearly seven years, aye?”

“It may feel that way, but it’s only been two years, Jame.” you teased him, knowing he was teasing me right back.

Jamie chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes at your reply. “Aye, ye’re right lassie, only been two years.” He took your hand in his, bringing it up to tenderly kiss the knuckles. His expression turned more serious. “I suppose… I suppose I was wonderin’ if…” he paused again, faltering as if losing his courage. Jamie swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in his throat as he looks away from you for a moment. His eyes darted back to your face, as if he were attempting to find the strength he needs in your gaze.

You put your own hand on his cheek gently and caught his eye. “Ask your question, love.”

Jamie closed his eyes briefly at your touch, his cheek warm and rough beneath your palm. He leaned into your hand, nuzzling his face against your skin. He took a deep breath, his words tumbling out as he opened his eyes to look deeply into your own. “I was wonderin’ if ye meant what ye said – about marryin’ me. About… being mine.”

You were slightly taken aback. You felt awful that he wasn’t sure if your feelings were the same. You moved your thumb on his cheek back and forth, the same comforting gesture he does to you. “Oh, my Jamie. Of course, I meant it. I mean it still, with every part of my soul. Why do you ask?”

Your words seemed to soothe his uncertainty, his expression softening at your declaration. He covered your hand with his own, still holding it against his cheek. “I jus… I guess I just needed to hear it from ye, is all.” His eyes searched yours, as if looking for reassurance.

“Sometimes,” he spoke again, his voice low and quiet. “Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat, thinkin’ that I’m goin’ to find that this is all a dream. That I’ll open my eyes and ye’ll be gone.”

“I will never go anywhere, my sweet. Ever. I promise.”

Jamie’s grip on your hand tightened, as if he needed the reassurance of your touch to ground himself. “Promise me again,” he whispered, moving so that he had you pressed up against him once again, his body flush against yours.

“I promise, Jamie Fraser. With all of me, I promise.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Christ, lass.” He muttered, his hold on you bordering on desperate, “I love ye.”

You put a hand in his hair and replied, “I love you, more.”

Jamie let out a low moan, half from the pleasure of your hand in his hair, and half from the intensity of his own emotions stirring within him. He turned his head slightly, biting down gently on the column of your neck in a playfully possessive manner. “Yer mine,” he murmured against your skin, “All mine.” His lips pressed against your skin, trailing a path of gentle kisses up your neck and jaw, until he reached your lips, planting one, deep and meaningful.

Our moment was interrupted by sounds of yelling in the distance. Jamie broke the kiss, his head whipping towards the disturbance, all of his senses suddenly alert. He muttered something under his breath – a Gaelic curse – and stepped back, though his hand still lingered on your hip, as if he was reluctant to fully let go. The sounds of shouting were getting closer, the voices more distinct. Jamie’s face hardened, his expression turning serious.

“Stay here.” He commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

“No!” You cried, gripping his bicep. “We should stay together.” But by the look on Jamie’s face, he wasn’t going to agree with you.

Jamie turned back to you, the serious cast on his face softening just slightly at the sight of your worry. He squeezed your hip in an attempt to comfort you with his touch. “Not this time.” He told you firmly. “I couldna bear it if anything happened to ye, lass. Ye’re stayin’ here, where it’s safe.”

Jamie left you there to see what was happening. You anxiously tried to make yourself smaller when someone grabbed you from behind. You felt a hard arm wrap around your waist, a hand clamping down tightly over your mouth as you were pulled back, away from the open space in the field.

“Quiet or I kill you.” Your captor growled in your ear. You complied. You needed to wait for the right moment. They carried you until a buggy attached to a horse came into view. They threw you in when you finally screamed. “JAMIE!”

Jamie’s head whipped around at the sound of your scream, his whole body tensing. His eyes found yours for a split second before the door was slammed shut. Jamie roared, anger and panic warring within him. He ran toward the buggy, trying to catch up, but he was too late – the horse and cart took off at a fast pace.

“No. NO!” Jamie yelled again, sprinting after you, but he knew it was no use. He couldn’t keep up. He stopped abruptly, panting heavily, the reality of what was happening sinking in like a lead weight in his chest.

“Hell,” he snarled, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do. Anger and fear bubbled up in his veins, mixing together in a potent potion that threatened to consume him.

Jamie turned on his heel, sprinting toward the stables. He needed to get to the castle, find help, and get to you before anything could happen to you. He pushed himself harder than he ever had in his life, his lungs burning and his muscles screaming in protest.

As soon as he reached the castle gates, he was shouting for everyone and anyone who would listen. Murtagh and a few of the other men who were loitering nearby turn at the sound of his voice, eyes wide with concern.

“Help!” He gasped, trying to speak between ragged breaths. “Help me find her!”

The men moved at once, recognizing the urgency in his voice. Murtagh placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, trying to calm him. “What happened? Where’s the lass?”

“They took her,” Jamie choked out, the words feeling like acid on his tongue. “A buggy. Dragged her into it and took off.”

The men froze, horror and rage flickering across their faces. They all knew what such a thing meant – kidnapped, stolen. Taken to God knows where for who knows what purpose.

“We have to find her.” Jamie snarled, his voice deadly calm even though panic still threatened to overtake him.

“Aye, we will find her Jamie.” Murtagh assured him. “But we need a plan.”

Jamie pushed the sweat-slicked hair away from his face, frustration and helplessness warring within him. He knew Murtagh was right, they needed a plan.

With every passing moment, Jamie’s fear and worry for you grew. The thought of you in the hands of Englishmen, taken from him with no warning or way to know if you were safe, was eating him alive. He paced restlessly in the yard, trying to keep his mind focused on the task at hand but he couldn’t shake the image of you in the arms of that man, alone and afraid. The men around him were strategizing, discussing possible locations where you might have been taken. They threw out different ideas, but none of them felt right to Jamie.

“She could be anywhere!” Jamie ground out through clenched teeth, frustration making him feel like a rabid animal, pacing his cage.

Jamie’s hands balled into fists at his side, the helplessness he was feeling making him want to punch something, anything, just to feel something other than impotent rage and panic.

“There has to be somethin’, somethin’ we’re not seein’,” he growled, his eyes scanning his surroundings like he might find an answer written in the air between them.

A few of the other men started talking at once, offering ideas and suggestions but their words were just noise to Jamie. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t think straight. His mind was consumed by one thing – you.

At the same time the men were talking about a plan, you were being taken to an unknown location. All you knew about your kidnappers was that they were English. The buggy came to a stop, and you held your breath, waiting for what was to come. Would they hurt me? Would they kill me? Did anyone stay behind, was Jamie safe? These thoughts consumed your mind. The door to the buggy opened, spilling sunset into the dark interior. A hand grabbed your arm and hauled you out of the cart. You were thrown over a shoulder like a sack of grain, carried off in a direction you didn’t recognize.

You were carried into what looked like a large estate, the path dimly lit by a few candles here and there. You could hear hushed voices talking, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You thrashed and fought, fought for yourself and for Jamie. But your captor was much stronger. They threw you down to the ground into a room and you landed with a grunt.

Sharp pain shot through your limbs, and you gasped. Hands grabbed you again, and you were dragged across the floor and propped up against the wall. You looked up and your heart sunk as you realized you’d been brought face to face with Jack Randall himself.

“Randall.” You inhaled sharply.

Jack Randall smirked, his eyes roaming over you, taking in every inch. His gaze was calculating, predatory, a lion stalking its prey. “Well, well, well.” Jack said, his voice low and derisive, “If it isn’t the Scott’s fiery wench.”

“What do you want with me?”

Jack chuckled at your question, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was oddly intimate, one you shared with Jamie just today, and it made your skin crawl. “What every man wants with a woman, my dear.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek. “Power. Control.”

“And you can get that from me then?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Jack chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “The leverage I have with you, my little pet, is immense.”

“What are you gonna do then? Sell me to the highest bidder?” You spat at him.

“I’m going to use you to get to your traitor lover.” He replied back. Your heart tightened at the mention of Jamie, your body tense in response. Randall laughed lightly when he saw your reaction.

Filled with so much anger you spat in his face. Randall’s face hardened, the mirth gone from his eyes. He grabbed your face by the chin, fingers digging into your skin. “Don’t test me, wench. You don’t know what I am capable of.”

You ripped your face from his hands, “And you don’t know anything about me. You certainly know nothing about Jamie.”

Jack’s expression changed, darkening in anger once again. “I know enough. I know that he would do anything to get you back. He’ll come running after you, like a dog chasing a bone, unable to resist himself.

“Then you’ll die.” You responded, matter of fact.

The sun had set, bathing the castle in shadows. Jamie was still pacing, his thoughts and emotions in a whirlwind of worry. Murtagh placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, stopping his movement. “Jamie lad, ye need to calm down. We’ll find her, but not if ye wear a hole in the ground.”

Jamie whirled around to face Murtagh directly, the anger and frustration radiating off of him like a physical force. “How can I be calm? She’s out there somewhere, alone, afraid, and devil knows what else in the hands of the English.”

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand why her…” Jamie trailed off, realization setting in. “Randall. It’s Randall.” He tells Murtagh.

Murtagh’s expression darkened, anger of his own flaring in his eyes. “That bastard. He’d stoop so low as to kidnap a lass?”

“Aye,” Jamie hissed, remembering all he had done to his sister for not a reason in the world. “I ken his kind. He has a fascination with control over women and the men in their lives.”

“He wants to get to you, lad.”

Jamie nodded, his expression solemn. “Aye, I know that. He’s usin’ her as bait, he’s countin’ on me to go after her.”

“And we both know ye will, don’t we?” Murtagh said, his words a challenge and reassurance at the same time.

“Aye. I will.” Jamie nodded, solemnly. “She’s everythin’.”

“And we’ll find her.” Murtagh said, determination in his voice. “And when we do, we’ll make Randall pay for this.”

“He’s expectin’ ye, thinks ye’ll lose yer head and run without a plan. He won’t be expectin’ us all.” Murtagh continued.

A slow, dangerous smile crept across Jamie’s face. He was coming for you.

Time passed and as you sat aching from the events passed, you waited. Waited for Randall to kill her. Waited for Jamie to get here. Waited.

Night fell and you were left in the dark silence for what felt like an eternity. You were weary from being dragged around like a ragdoll, and your body ached. The silence was maddening. Randall came in again and when he seen you in discomfort, a sick smile came across his face. He approached you, towering over you, taking a moment to look you over like he was admiring a piece of art, or more likely, a piece of meat.

“How are you faring, dear?” he asked, his voice filled with mock concern.

You refused to answer, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction. He chuckled, clearly amused by your attempt at defiance. “Still stubborn as a mule, I see. You’ll learn soon enough to cooperate.”

He approached you and the look in his eyes chilled you to your bones, though you didn’t want to admit it. Instead, you waited until he was close enough and struck him, hard. Big mistake. My hand swung out and connected with his cheek, the crack loud in the quiet room. He stumbled backward, surprised by your audacity.

“Bitch!” He roared, rubbing his cheek where you had slapped him. “You little wench!”

He charged forward, gripping you like no one had before. Holding you so tightly you feared your arm would break. His nails dug into your flesh and you held back a cry, unable to free yourself from his grip. You could smell the whiskey on his breath and hear the anger in his voice.

“I was going to wait until your redheaded hero arrives, but you’ve crossed a line, and you must be taught a lesson.” He breathed in your face. Before you knew what was happening, he’d punched you in the nose.

Pain shot through your face, and you felt the wetness of blood. You gasped, tears pricking your eyes, but refusing to show any more weakness. “You thought you could get away with that?” He spat, his rage evident in his shaking hands that tightened around you even harder. “No one strikes me without consequences.”

“Cry out, Y/N. Cry out for your lover.” He seethed as he stuck you again, back of his hand hitting the side of your face. You spit the blood out, holding in your cries. You won’t scream. You bit your tongue, the taste of metal from the hit mix with new blood, determined not to give him the satisfaction. He was trying to provoke you, to get you to cry out for Jamie, and you won’t give in.

He sneered, his face close to yours. “You don’t still fancy yourself with hope, do you? Your man isn’t coming for you.”

“Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in the same way I taught him.” He said, voice laced in a tone of cockiness. “A lashing will have you crying out for him. You will cry out for him.”

My heart seized at his words, the memory of Jamie’s scarred back forever etched into your mind. You looked at Randall with all the hatred you could muster, not wanting to show him your fear. You made eye contact with him. Blood running from your nose, lip split in two from his strikes. You swallowed the blood and said nothing. You will not cry for Jamie. You will be as strong as him.

Randall looked at you with disgust, clearly annoyed with your continued defiance. He grabbed you by the hair and forced you look up at him. “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that. But you’ll break soon enough. Jamie did.” He taunted you.

With that he went to the wooden table in the corner of the room and grabbed rope. He came back over and tied you to the pillar in the room. Ripping your clothes from your body, he exposed your bare back. Exposed your breasts. You gasped but caught yourself from showing emotion. All you could think was that he was going to do it, he was going to lash you.

The cold air hit your exposed skin and you shivered involuntarily. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your flesh. You tried to take deep breaths, to prepare for the agony to come, but the anticipation was almost worse. You heard Randall approach, heard the sound of the whip as he cocked it back. When it hit you, the pain was unlike anything you had ever felt. You screwed your eyes shut and held back the scream in the back of your throat.

Again, the whip lashed you, harder this time. You tried to focus on Jamie, your Jamie, and on the strength and determination he had shown you. You thought of how many of these he had taken to get the scars on his back. You would be strong; you would be strong for him. You took lash after lash, the pain unbearable, Randall’s grunts of frustration and the whip ripping open your skin were the only sounds in the air.

He whipped you on an already open wound and this time, you broke. You screamed; you cried out for your love. The sound of your own voice crying out for Jamie felt like a betrayal. But the pain was excruciating, and tears streamed down your face without consent.

You heard a low, mocking laugh from Randall, and you knew he was enjoying watching you suffer and that he took pleasure in knowing that he broke you.

Jamie, Murtagh, and the rest of the men were outside the estate when they heard a scream. Jamie stopped in his tracks, blood freezing in his veins as he heard you cry. He heard you cry, for him. He felt a fire in his soul. “That’s her.” He growled. He ran. He ran to the love of his life.

Your body hung limp, back covered in angry red gashes from the whippings. You focused on your breathing, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to spill from your chest. Randall came to stand in front of you, a cruel smile on his face.

“You scream quite prettily, my dear.” He said, his hand coming up to your face. He drug his thumb from your cheek and slowly down your body, down to your breast. His touch made you recoil in disgust.

You screamed in anguish, in frustration, in pain. His touch was like acid. You were angry that he broke you, that you screamed Jamie’s name, so you just – yelled. Your voice was hoarse, but you didn’t care. You screamed and yelled, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up for hours. You thrashed against the bonds that held you, but it was useless.

Jamie heard you.

He heard your screams and his heart was pierced with a pain that was almost physical. He clenched his fists as he ran, the anger and desperation he felt almost overwhelming. He pressed on, moving faster than before, fueled by the sound of your cries.

Jamie reached the door of the room where you were being held. He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead, and there was a fire in his eyes that was downright fearsome. The lads were just a few beats behind him, planning to hide away, allowing Randall to believe Jamie was alone.

Jamie kicked the door in. The sound of the door slamming off it’s hinges echoed through the room, and you heard the gasp of surprise from Randall. But Jamie didn’t stop, he strode into the room like a force of nature, his presence filling the space.

Jamie saw you. He saw you strung up, breasts exposed in your torn clothing, and full of blood. He saw the whip in Randall’s hand. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of you. His breath caught in his chest as he took in the scene before him. He had never seen you like this, never seen you so vulnerable, so broken.

His eyes rove over your body, taking in the damage done to you – the bruises on your face, the cuts, the blood that stained your body, the blood pooling on the floor from your back. His face paled, his jaw tightened as he felt the rage that threatened to consume him.

He looked at you. His eyes met yours, and despite the pain and the fear, you felt comfort in his gaze. He was there. He had come for you.

He breathed your name, his voice thick with emotion, and he took a step toward you, his hand reaching out to touch you. Randall steps between, blocking Jamie from you. The tension in the air was thick as the two men faced off.

“Well, well, Jamie Fraser.” Randall said, tone mocking. “Back again to save your damsel?”

Jamie’s eyes were dark with anger, his body coiled tight like a spring. “Step aside, Randall.” He growled, voice low and dangerous.

Randall raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, is that a threat, Fraser? You’re outnumbered here, remember. I’d watch your tongue if I were you.

“And I’d count again.” Murtaugh said, the many men who came to rescue you behind him.

Randall’s smirk faltered as he looked at the men standing behind Jamie. He clearly wasn’t expecting the show of force. “You’ve brought friends,” he sneered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing that sprung Randall into action. He jumped behind you, still tied to the pillar with nowhere to go. You remained still. He pulled his knife and laid it threateningly against your throat.

Jamie paused, as did the men behind him. There was a tense silence as Jamie and the men stood still, their eyes fixed on Randall and the weapon pressed against your neck. You could almost feel the rage vibrating through Jamie’s body, but he seemed to be restraining himself.

“One more step and she dies.” Randall said, voice steady with a crazy look in his eye.

Jamie’s eyes locked on yours, desperation and anger in his gaze. His jaw was tight, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to launch himself at Randall, to protect you. You don’t say a word, afraid Jack’s knife would put an end to you. Instead, your teary eyes stayed locked on those of the love of your life. You looked at him for what you hoped was not the last time.

Jamie’s eyes never left yours, his face taught with emotion. His eyes were now swimming in tears as he looked at you, his chest heaving with the effort of controlling himself. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his body tight, ready to pounce should Randall have made a move. The only sound in the room was that of ragged breathing.

Randall didn’t know Murtagh was behind him. Murtagh, ever the stealthy one, had silently circled around the room, unnoticed. He positioned himself behind Randall silently, dagger in hand. He tried to have Jamie meet his eyes.

Jamie’s gaze quickly flicked from you to Murtagh, back to you. He clenched his jaw, the anticipation of what was about to happen nearly driving him mad. He subtly made eye contact with Murtagh a final time, signalling he was ready. There was a silent count to three.

Murtagh struck the back of Randall’s head with the butt of his dagger, knocking him unsteady. Randall’s grip on you slackened, his attention diverted as he stumbled from the blow. Jamie seized the opportunity and lunged forward.

As the chaos broke loose, a blow from another of the men knocked Randall away from you completely. Jamie made it to you in seconds, without hesitation he started to untie you, his hands trembling with urgency. You saw tears running slipping silently down his face as he loosened the rope, his touch gentle but firm. The moment your hands were free, he pulled you against him, holding you tightly against his chest.

You immediately started to cry, the relief overwhelming. You felt his body shudder against yours as he held you, squeezing as he buried his face in your hair. His breath was ragged and shaky and you could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“S’alright,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “S’alright Sassenach, I’ve got ye, now.”

He shed his plaid and wrapped it around your bare chest, taking great care not to touch the wounds on your back. You continued to sob against his chest, fingers clutching tightly to the fabric of his shirt. The horror of what just happened, the fear and the pain you felt, was all too much to bear. But being in his arms, feeling his strength and his love, it was everything you needed.

Your intimate moment was interrupted as you heard footsteps in the distance. Randall’s men must have heard the noise. The men all looked to Jamie, who took his attention away from you and looked at Randall’s unconscious body. You could see his mind swirling, part of him wanting to end Randall that very second, the other part knowing he needed to get you, and the rest of the men, out of there before the troops arrived.

Jamie’s jaw clenched as he looked at Randall a final time, his eyes dark with anger and a fierce desire for revenge, but he knew that time was running out and he had to prioritize getting you to safety.

“I’ll finish him later,” he muttered, barely containing his anger. He wrapped his arm around you and steered you toward the door. “Can you walk?” he whispered. You nodded your head, knowing you didn’t have a choice. The men followed us closely and we moved quickly, trying to put as much distance between us and the incoming cavalry as we could.

We ran into the night and found our horses. Murtagh and Jamie both helped you up, careful to avoid the open wounds on your back. Jamie got up behind you. You felt the safety of his strength surrounding you and your body finally relaxed. “Take me home, Jamie.” You muttered, voice barely more than a whisper in the wind.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your hair. “We’ll be home before ye ken, Sassenach.” He whispered back, “I’ve got ye.”

The exhaustion and the pain took over now that the adrenaline had gone, and darkness overcame you. Jamie held you tightly as you rode, his body shielding you from the night air. He rode mindfully of your wounds, not wanting to jostle you too much. As he rode, he kept one arm around your waist while the other held the reins of the horse.

He was completely focused and hyperaware of his surroundings, his eyes skimming the landscape around him as he took in every shadow, every noise, every movement. He was a warrior on high alert, wanting to keep his love safe.

Eventually we arrived back home. Mrs. Fitz was waiting for you all, worried and hopeful that they would be coming home with you in tow. She rushed out to meet you as you approached, her face etched in concern. When she saw you, wrapped in a blood-soaked plaid and barely conscious, her eyes widened in alarm.

“I’ll get a bath started, Jamie. God be with the lass.”

Jamie nodded gratefully, his voice barely above a whisper, “Aye, thank ye Mrs. Fitz.” He swung off the horse and took you down, picking you up entirely and holding you in his arms, striding toward the house with you cradled against his chest.

You were put down, awake but in pain, in front of the bath. Mrs. Fitz left you to your privacy. Jamie took the tartan off of you, revealing the ripped clothes and bare chest underneath. His breath was taken, once again remembering the state of you when he walked into Randall’s room.

His hands were trembling as they brushed over the wounds on your body, his touch tender and light. His eyes were filled with pain and anger as he saw the evidence of Randall’s cruelty etched on your skin.

“You need to get in, mo ghrádh.” Jamie said gently. “It’s going to hurt your back, but what Mrs. Fitz put in will help.”

You nod, biting your lip against the tears threatening to fall. You knew he was right – the hot water and tonic would help clean the wounds, but the thought of the pain you were about to endure was almost more than you could bear.

Jamie helped you step into the tub, his hands steady and strong as he lowered you gently into the water. You gasped as the hot water made contact with your torn flesh, the pain sharp and seering.

Jamie’s closed his eyes for just a moment, full of grief knowing how much pain his love was in. But he opened them again and squeezed your hand in support. “S’alright.”

You clung to his hand, fingers white from the grip as the pain washed over you in waves. You grit your teeth and tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape from your throat.

Jamie grabbed a rag and wet it, cradling your face with one hand and gently cleaning the blood and dirt from your face, careful of the open wounds. His touch was gentle, as though he was handling something delicate and precious. Despite the pain that wracked your body, you leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his warmth.

He continued to work in silence, his attention fully focused on cleaning away the grime and blood from your body. Occasionally he would stop to stroke your hair or plant a soft kiss on your body, offering small gestures of comfort and reassurance.

He stopped and looked you in your face. “I need to clean the lashes now.”

You took a deep shuddering breath, bracing yourself for the most pain. “I know. Go ahead.”

He nodded, his mouth set in a grim line, and started to clean the wounds on your back. He worked methodically, carefully removing the dried blood and debris. You bit your lip from screaming at the pain, your body tense and rigid.

You could feel his heart breaking for you as he cleaned you up. As he continued to clean you, the water turned a murky grey. You could feel your strength fading away, the events of the night taking its toll on your body.

He finished, offering only a quiet apology and a gentle kiss on the forehead. He held his hand out and you took it gratefully. With his hand, you stepped out of the tub, reddish water running down your body. You were weak and shaky as Jamie dried you off.

Once covered, he picked you up in his arms again and carried you to your room. He set you down gently on your bed. You laid there feeling small and helpless as he uncovered you to inspect the lashings on your back. The skin was red and inflamed. He reached out to touch one and you flinched involuntarily.

“M’sorry.” He said gently, “I ken it hurts.” He looked at you with a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes, hating how much you were suffering.

He climbed in with you and carefully pulled you close. You snuggled in, needing his warmth. You sat quietly until Jamie’s broken voice cut the silence. “M’sorry. I understand if you blame me fer this.”

“No.” you replied softly but firmly. “It is not your fault. You couldn’t do anything to stop him, he’s a monster.”

He didn’t answer, but you could feel the tension in his body. You knew he was probably feeling helpless and angry at his inability to protect you.

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the contours of his jaw. His eyes met yours, and the raw emotion you saw there made your heart ache for him. You leaned up to kiss him.

He responded immediately, his lips meeting yours in a fierceness and desperation that makes you feel for him. He holds you even tighter, as if afraid you were going to disappear.

“I love ye. More than anythin’.”

“Mo chridhe,” He whispered, grabbing your attention. “Marry me. Marry me tomorrow. I cannae live, or die, without ye being my wife.”

Your heart swelled as you looked into his shining eyes. “I will. I don’t want to go another day without being your wife, Jame.”

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Liebestraum No. 3

synopsis Eighteen year old Y/n, the daughter of two accomplished musicians, spends her summers surrounded by aspiring artists in her father’s prestigious program. Among them is Heeseung, a quiet, talented pianist who captivates Y/n with his reserved nature and mysterious charm. Amid the music, family expectations, and unspoken feelings, Y/n must navigate her growing affection for Heeseung and decide what she truly wants for her future—and her heart.

word count 2k+

contains fluff, summer love, rivals to lovers, teenagers in love, eventual smut (in the next chapters), comfort, heeseung x reader, slow burn

author’s note hi guys! this is my first post and first time writing something like this~ english is not my main language so there might be errors! i wish to make this a series with an eventual time skip to make things more interesting <3 i hope you like it^^

chapter 1

Your fingers softly brushed through the black and white tiles, like a ballerina spinning rapidly on her pointy shoes. They danced, at times increasing their speed, hungrier and expectant for the next one, until the running stopped.

Your right hand played a single-note melody, while the left one sustained a long, flowing chord. Your fingers were delicate now, more careful as if you were too scared to touch the piano, or it might break into million pieces.

“Incredible! Truly stunning, my dear!”

You didn’t notice your mother entering the studio with a satisfied look on her face, making you suddenly aware of your surroundings, while turning to look at her.

“Oh my, mom! I told you not to startle me when I practice!”

Your parents loved to brag about you with the rest of your family and friends. You knew you were good, but you were a perfectionist and always aimed for more.

“What can I say, you are indeed your father’s child…besides, dinner is ready and tomorrow is an important day~” she said with a sweet tone, still looking more serious, reminding you of your duties.

You know what was next, you wouldn’t have the room just for yourself. The blinds would finally be shut open, welcoming the light from the sun that would soon illuminate the big wooden piano in the center of the room. The pillows of the sofa and most books from the library would be scattered around and the little glass table in front of it would have pastries and beverages ready for everyone, while your father would begin to explain the summer program to his students.

You were used to this, it wasn’t really a big deal to you.

For almost three years your father had been welcoming his most privileged pupils to hold private lessons for them, preparing them to enter the prestigious conservatory in your city, which your eighteen year old self was expectant to attend.

Most students returned each summer, some aimed to enter the academy but still came for extra practice. This is actually how you met your current best friend, Jungwon.

His cheerful personality made it easy for you to get along with him. He was a bit of a prankster and sooner or later, you two found yourselves running around the tight colored alleys of the countryside, under the hot sun of the summer.

“Y/n wait!”

“Come on, Jungwon! Are you really scared of a little water??” You said, wetting him with a hose you found on a nearby garden.

“What are you saying?? I’m completely soaked! Your mom will kill us if we enter the house like this!”

Your eyes suddenly widened.

Oh my god. The music sheets.

Screw the water, you were supposed to keep them completely safe and now they were most likely wet and-

Jungwon started laughing at your shocked expression. Making his way to his backpack, he quickly took the precious dry and brand-new looking sheets out, holding them in his hand.

“You looking for these?” He smirked with an entertained look in his face.

“Give me those! Oh my God, Jungwon I almost died!”

“You’re such a drama queen!” He laughed, running away from you.

You two were actually pretty similar. Even though he was younger, there was a sparkle of responsibility in his behavior that often made you come to your senses. You could always count on him, that’s why most of the time you confessed your cheesy teenage stories and dreams to each other, whether it was an awkward situation or a romantic interest, like the big crush you had on Lee Heeseung.

Well, you still didn’t know yet.

Your first impression of Heeseung was that he was pretty shy. You were introverted yourself, but he wasn’t much of a talker—for some reason, that made you curious and at times, you would act bratty around him. You knew this wasn’t the best way to approach him, but you felt like that was the only way to get close to him…as if that made any sense.

Like you, he was considered pretty talented: the boy had a perfect pitch and he could play both the piano and the guitar. Despite his age, he was a bit taller than you and you couldn’t help but notice his big brown eyes scanning the studio, before entering each time.

Did he see me staring?—you’d think, quickly gazing away from him when his eyes met yours.

He was magnetic and you couldn’t resist, but you always wondered where your sudden curiosity for him came from.

What’s your deepest meaning for music, Lee Heeseung?

Can I share my secrets with you?

Why don’t you talk to me?

It wasn’t easy for him to break his shell either.

One night, you were all seated around the big table outside the house, a plastic cloth on it and half a watermelon cut into portions for everyone to eat. The air was humid and salty, as if the sea wasn’t so far from the porch. After a nice dinner, your parents left soon to sleep, so you were chatting under the starry night.

“I didn’t think you’d come back this year as well, Hoon. ” Jungwon asked, shuffling some cards between his fingers.

Sunghoon stretched on the chair with his arms behind his head. “Yeah well, my parents think my sister still needs some practice before she’ll get used to the conservatory,” he said, turning to look at you. “So i thought I’d come to say hi again...”

You instinctively blushed and looked down at your hands. There was always some sort of connection between you two. He was the child of two talented musicians, so him and his sister would often spend their summer at the studio.

“My parents always have a plan for everything…” he admitted, for a moment lost in his thoughts. You knew what he meant.

“Sounds like you’ve got your whole life mapped out…does it ever get old?” Jungwon sighed with a knowing look.

Despite your talent, sometimes you wondered if your passion really did come from a deep interest or rather you were supposed to like it, because that is how things went for you.

On the other side of the table, Heeseung was listening to the conversation while taking a bite out of his gelato. With him hanging around this time, those thoughts weren’t so rare. You turned your head to look at him. How was he always so calm about everything? Could he feel any emotion at all?

“Oh, Heeseung!“ Jungwon’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “I saw your recital last year!”

Liebestraum No. 3.

You remember Jungwon telling you about a performance that made him feel shivers all over his body. He was always the empathetic type, but he’s never had this kind of reaction for anything else before. He could almost feel everything around him transforming, Heeseeung’s figure in the middle of a moonlit garden. White lilies shimmering under the sky, the chilly air making them move at a slow pace.

“Seriously, how do you play like this without getting nervous?”

Not knowing how to take the compliment, Heeseung shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but smiled softly with a light flush on his cheeks.

So he wasn’t a robot?

You started to get annoyed at the idea that you never got to see his most vulnerable side. Sure, you could hear him playing in the studio sometimes, but it wasn’t the same thing.

A dry chuckle escaped your mouth.

“You make it sound so easy…” You murmur.

You didn’t want to be rude and knew that your comment was out of place. Immediately you shut your mouth.

“I-“ Your eyes widening.

Everybody’s attention was on you now, which you hated. Heeseung’s expression was once again unreadable.

“I’m going to bed.” You got up out of embarrassment and headed quickly to your room. Jungwon rushing behind you, but you ran faster up the stairs, until his voice calling you was long gone.

The sound of the waves filled up Heeseung’s ears. His pants were rolled up so the water on the shore wouldn’t wet them. Some clouds starting to prepare the sky for the rain. He liked the quiet, but often blamed himself for not stepping up at the right time. It wasn’t just his personality, Heeseung could be bold if he wanted to, he just preferred to observe from time to time.

Suddenly he heard your voice from afar. “Aren’t you coming to practice today? My dad has been looking for you everywhere…”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me?”

“Really? You barely ever spoke to me and that’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”

He took a step closer to you. His feet shifting the hot sand.

Standing in front of him you realized how tall he actually was. Some of his hair strands moved with the light wind and covered bits of his face. You felt your breath quicken as you tried to avoid his gaze.

He held out his hand to you.

“What?”

“Let’s try this again. Give me your hand please.” You freeze. “Uhm..”

“Come on…” He insisted. His eyebrows raising.

You reluctantly reached out, looking at him with squinted eyes, unsure of his intentions. He gently took your hand and kissed the back of it, leaning forward slightly.

You quickly got away from his hold.

“…Wh- What do you think you’re doing??”

His confidence suddenly gone as you noticed his ears getting red.

“I’m sorry. I-…I don’t know how to talk to you.” he admitted, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“You look…so dumb right now. ” you chuckled at his embarrassment, almost laughing.

“I know, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable last night.” His eyes softening and looking more sincere.

You didn’t think he did. It was more like you acted out of jealousy and you only blamed yourself for that.

You cleared your throat, not wanting to remember what happened. “Uhm…do you want to get away from here? I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind for today.” You lied, but Heeseung seemed chattier than usual so it was worth it. He was surprised at your statement but still nodded slowly. A big smile printed on his face.

It was almost evening and the sun was setting already. Everybody was getting ready for dinner, so you could feel the lights from inside the houses illuminating the streets of the village.

After walking for a while you reached a swing on a nearby park, Heeseung following you with an amused look on his face.

He was now standing in front of you. “What are you, ten?” a mocking tone in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a look. “You’re so boring…” You stuck out your tongue at him, a grin pulling at your lips. “Come on, push me.”

Heeseung chuckled, taking his hands out of his pockets.

“You’re older than me and yet, here you are, swinging your legs like a little kid…”

Besides his provocative comment, he stood behind you, pushing you from your back. He watched as the chilly wind brushed your hair away from your face, softly tickling his hands each time he touched you. He was as delicate as possible and found himself staring at the way your sundress perfectly hugged your lower waist. The ends of it moving back and forth with the swing and, as you got closer, he could almost taste the sweet strawberry scent of the lollipop you held in your hand.

Heeseung was intoxicated by you, and of course he blamed it all on his feverish teenage hormones. Things were still pretty awkward between you two, but right at that moment he felt bolder than usual. He pushed you again — once, then twice, and then a third time. You began to feel the swing slowing down, coming to a stop with a quiet creak. You glanced back at him, a confused frown tugging at your brows, only to freeze as his hand moved toward you.

Heeseung’s touch was careful at first, but it sent a jolt through you when his finger brushed down your exposed spine. You inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of the way your chest was rising and falling. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingers tracing the line of your back with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. The cool rain, which had started to drizzle, landed softly on your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat that suddenly bloomed in your chest.

The touch lingered a little too long, his finger pressing gently into the curve of your lower back, making it hard to breathe. Everything around you seemed to blur, the sound of the rain mingling with the racing of your heartbeat. You couldn’t tell whether it was the rain or his touch that had made your skin shiver.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of his touch making you stand up, as though snapping yourself from a trance.

Turning around you noticed your drenched clothes. Your eyes widened as both of you realized how your parents would have eventually reacted if they saw you entering the house like this.

“We should head back.” You said.

Heeseung nodded at you with a soft smile, amused by your alerted reaction. Feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body, he started running and you followed him. You both were breathless, maybe because of your race, or maybe because of what had happened minutes before.

Reaching your house and not wanting to get caught, you exchanged a look with Jungwon who saw you from the window of the kitchen. His eyes widening. “What the…Get inside quickly!” He opened the porch door and let you in.

“Y/n you’re lucky nobody’s here! Where were you all day?? Go wash up before your mom comes back!”

You quickly ran upstairs, the sound of your wet footsteps echoing through the hallway, your heart still racing from the close call. You had barely made it inside before your mother could catch you drenched, and a wave of relief washed over you. You shut the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it for a moment to catch your breath. Heeseung’s touch, his hesitant smile, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

It had been too much, too fast, but you couldn’t deny the rush it left behind. You splashed your face with cold water, hoping to clear your head. You didn’t understand him yet, not fully. But somehow, you had a feeling you were about to.

to be continued…

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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/hoshigray/725915919672573952/sit-down-for-this-one-alright-how-bout-a-gigolo

your fic with toji i love it sm 🫶🫶🫶 BUT how would he react if reader tried someone elses services cs her friends told her to try it out…

noonie, you're so real for this bc damn, why the hell didn't i think of that :OOO lol hope you like this, hon~~ spin-off of this → ☆;

cw: gigolo! Toji x fem! reader - smut so minors DNI - dumbification - toji being jealous/possessive bc duh - cunnilingus (f! receiving) - clitoral play (biting/grazing + pinching) - degradation (toji calling you a whore and slut) - scratching (f! receiving) - impact play; pussy slaps - prone bone + full nelson position - pet names (baby, mama, princess) - new playboy may or may not be Gojo *shrugs* ;) - just Toji fucking you dumb, lol - mention of drool and tears. wc: 1.6k

What should've happened today was Toji enjoying a night to himself because tonight he's seeing a client he hadn't seen in a long while. Nothing wrong with spending an afternoon with an old acquaintance, specifically when it entails a good night of getting his dick wet for a thick sum of cash. Besides, he planned on seeing you afterward — his little sweet thing — stopping by your place and spending the night.

It's funny, isn't it? He met you because of this little hustle of his, and here he is fawning over you like some dumb schoolboy. It makes him feel a bit of a wimp, catching feelings for a customer? That's rookie moves. But he couldn't care less; long as he gets to see your darling smile and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you once per week, all is good in the books.

Seeing and swooping you off your feet later tonight is what was supposed to happen. That's all he was thinking about exiting the hotel room after his client left and paid for his services as promised. So, why the hell were you the first person he saw out of the room? Your face utterly petrified when you turn to see him with another man's arm dropped over your shoulders. A familiar man — another playboy who seemed elated to be around with you. Toji could assume the worst from what he was seeing. Oh, hell no.

What happened today was meant to be kept between two people — you and this new playboy. It came out of fucking nowhere when your friends crowding you about this "new guy in town," elucidating how handsome and pretty the guy is and how great he was in bed ("I'm telling you, Y/n, you really outta try him out!" "No, for real though. Like, here's a pic of him we took right after he ate me out! Don't you think he has the most gorgeous eyes~?"). You had to admit the young man was charming, but that didn't necessarily mean you wanted to do anything explicit with him. So, why did your friends schedule a night with him for you!?? Still puzzled over the fact, you can't seem to answer.

Regardless, you did have sex with another guy today — another Gioglo at that. It wasn't anything serious between you two, just casual sex for money. Plus, it was a pleasure to hang out with him, as the guy seemed fun to be around! Even with his dark shades on, the brightest thing was his dashing smile. However, a deep part of yourself felt guilt over the charade because you haven't had services with anyone else other than Toji. Sure, you and the older man aren't in a labeled relationship outside of an escort and his client. But still, he's the only man you've been intimate with. He's the only one who knows your body more than you, what you like, and how to turn you on. You were his favorite after all.

To be in the hold of another man just felt wrong...That's why your eyes go wider than golf balls when you unexpectedly bump into him when leaving your hotel room with your new one-night stand. Oh, fucking shit...

It all happened relatively quick. One moment, Toji snatches your wrist and pulls you off the young playboy, having you follow his storming march to the hotel room he just left. The next moment, you're gasping for dear life with Toji propping you against a wall, his head buried between your legs dangled on his shoulders, and his mouth ravishing your soaked folds.

"Ahhh!!Ahhhh!! Toji, too fast, please st—Ohooo!!!"

"Shut the fuck up," he says coldly, giving your clitoris a light bite before giving it a slow lick. You jerk and shiver at the tease. "Stay still, or I'm droppin' ya."

Toji smacks on your chasm, a scream leaving your lips, and you just know the others next door heard. And a pinch to your clit results in incoherent babbles, drool pooling in your mouth drips down your chin.

It doesn't stop there. All your clothes discarded to the floor, he has you pinned on the bed by your shoulders, your legs trapped between his, and his pelvis hammering down on you. Forced wails erupt from your throat with every hash rut to the ass, your slit clamping onto him with every graze to your sweet spots. You grip the sheets from his vigorous pace, tears coursing down your hot face and staining the cream cotton pillowcase.

"...Ahhhaaa!!Nnmmph!! Ohhhhfuckingshiiiiit!!" It isn't the first you've had Toji drill his cock into you with a harsh cadence. Yet, with how each fierce and snappy thrust turns your mind to mush, being pinned to the mattress as your breath gets snatched away, you knew long before that what Toji was doing to you was different than all the other times you've had sex. A lot more aggressive — a lot more deadly.

And the older man doesn't falter at all, nope. If anything, your cries only fuel his drive even more, a grin lifting his scar on the right of his lip. "Hmm, what's wrong, baby? Not fast 'nough for ya?" You open your mouth, but your words are comprised of euphoric wails. Ticked, Toji smacks your ass, and a yelp escapes your sore body. He comes down to your ear while grinding his hips on your ass, choked shrieks are muffled by the pillow. "Hey, I'm talkin'. Hmm? You thinkin' bout that other fucker's dick inside ya, huh? He fuck ya real hard like this?"

"N-Nmmm....Noooo, I—OhhhhJesusssss...."

"You what?" A sharp thrust to your chasm prompts you to howl and your eyes roll back, too fucked out of your mind to know how loud you are. "Heh, y're lookin' real stupid right now. I bet you can't think a fuckin' thing with my dick in—Mmmm! fuck....Grippin' on me hard, actin' like a real whore, princess." More abrupts hits to your ass as his nails dig to your bare shoulders; the pain coincide with the pleasure you're experiencing has you seeing stars.

He fucks you like this for what feels like an hour, your ass and pussy hot from the constant contact of his pelvis and balls smacking deep into you. The feeling of his dick being practically the only thing rotting your mind.

But you don't get rest just yet, though. Towards the end, the sun is completely down, the city lights are displayed from the hotel window, and your ecstatic moans still fill the room. Your back is to his chest, your legs pulled back to your chest by his arms and forcing you in a headlock, while his intense ruts return and his cock churns your spongey insides. Here is where you've given up restraining yourself, letting Toji use your body as his plaything, tears and drool painting your face into a gorgeous mess.

"....Ohhoooo, Ahhhoooo—Hmmmm," your brain is too long gone to think proper sentences, your mouth sprouting out nonsense. It all humors the man beneath you, his gruff chuckles vibrating your back balanced on his chest. "Soooo deeep — sosodeeeep..."

"Feelin' good there, mama?" You only respond with a euphoric hum, another snicker from the older man. "Too fucked outta're mind to answer me. Lettin' another man touch this pussy; you take dick from everybody, huh. What a fuckin' slut..." He pushes his length upward to your hole. Come leaking from you, and a white ring around the base of his dick is evidence of your session. "Hnngh! But I made ya like that..."

"....Fuuuuck, Tojiiiii, don't stooop!!" You cry out to him with gritted teeth, your haze only worsening with his cock brushing up on your G- spot precisely. "Ohhhhhh, right there, right thereeee!!"

"Mmmph—Ohhhh shit," the way your cunt contracts around him almost makes him give in to another orgasm, biting on your shoulder to compose himself. "....Shit, shit, shit, so fuckin' tight, baby...."

The hot air and thick musk of your buddies get to your head, your head ringing and pounding. Screams grow higher with every stroke, and the cold shivers crawl up your spine. It's almost here. "Toji, Tojiii, I'm gonna cumm—hic—sooocloseee!!"

Toji sneers once more. "Yeah, you are. Cumming is all y'r pretty, dumb brain can think about." And with that, his pace increases speed, drilling your walls with his veiny girth. It all electrifies your nerves, your breathing off the rails, and your climax slapping you hard with the deep thrusts he gives you.

With a cloudy mind and a mindless smile, your slit flutters on Toji's length beautifully. Too enraptured with the blissful sensation to worry about the spit streaming down your puffy lips. And it doesn't take long for Toji to be under the same spell as you, his rhythm falling back with the spill of his load inside you. His brows trenched while pumping into you, his balls pulsing with your velvet walls.

Heaving bodies soon fall into a tranquil state, your breathing finding its way into a steady flow. Finally, Toji permits your body and mind to relax from his relentless hold, releasing your body from the full nelson and gently sliding your tired body next to his.

He wipes the saliva from your mouth with the back of his hand, his hooded jade eyes never leaving your fatigued ones. "Hehe, sorry 'bout that, baby. You just feel too good to share."

You purr into his touch, his hand cupping your cheek. "Too good that you'd break my ass?" He barks an exhausted laugh at your remark, a tired giggle fleeing your lips.

"For you, I'd break anyone else that thinks they can have you." Toji kisses your temple.

"And my ass?"

"...Only if I'm the one breakin' it." You playfully hit his abs, and another laugh leaves the older man before you two sleep in each other's warmth.

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turcott3 · 1 year ago

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worst behavior

cole sillinger x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, arguing, smut: oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, slightest tiniest bit of fluff

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~this ain’t no game, won’t play with you. this time i know ill stay with you~

your eyes fluttered open to a room filled with sunlight. you stretched out and rolled over, running into something. you finally process what’s going on and look around the room, not recognizing a single piece of it.

“where am i?” you whisper, looking at the body next to you. an ohio state hockey player who’s name you vaguely recalled, but that didn’t matter because someone definitely saw you leave with him.

fuck.

“hmm.” you hear the boy groan next to you.

“good morning.” you say scooting away from him.

“morning beautiful.” he says opening his eyes and smiling at you, your heart almost fluttering at those words. cole never uttered them to you.

“sleep good?” you ask as he leans up on his elbow.

“i did, last night was incredible.” he says kissing you on the cheek. that’s when it all came flooding back. his gentlemanly gestures roped you in. he opened the car door for you, he was sweet, overall seemed like someone you’d actually want to be with. until you remembered that you had never betrayed your….. whatever it was, to cole.

“i’m gonna get a shower, you can stay here or raid the kitchen. my home is yours.” he says smiling at you.once the bathroom door shuts, you scramble to collect your clothes, putting them on, grabbing your phone, and sneaking out the door as quickly as possible. you had been fucking cole for a few months now and would never dare to betray your loyalty to him. he was like a drug to you, and you were addicted. not that he could say the same for you as much as you wished he would. you had no car and didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t call cole, so you chose the next best option. adam.

“hello?”

“yes hey adam, so it’s a long story but can i send you my location? i don’t know where i am and i have no transportation.”

“yeah of course i can. are you okay?”

“yeah i just have a bad feeling that someone is gonna know about what happened and i really wanna just pretend it never happened. i’ll tell you in the car.”

“y/n it’s gonna be fine, don’t worry. send me your location and i’ll be there.”

“sent. thank you so much adam, seriously.”

“no problem, i don’t want you to get kidnapped or anything.” he laughs.

“thank you, bye adam.”

“bye.” he says and you hang up. what were you going to tell cole? you check and see only one missed call and two texts from him. everyday you hoped he would grow more desperate for your attention, but the day still never came. once adam arrived at your location, you get into his car and buckle without a word.

“so what happened?” he says putting the car back into drive and pulling off.

“i went to a party last night,”

“like the one some of the guys and i went to?”

“yes that one, and i guess i got drunk and came back with a fucking ohio state hockey player, but he was so sweet and nice and gentlemanly.”

“ohio state really?” adam asks.

“adam, that’s what you’re concerned about?” you say smacking him on the arm.

“hey that’s serious dude,”

“that is the least of my worries right now. what if cole finds out? someone had to have seen me leave with him.”

“has he called you?”

“yeah.”

“when?”

“like 2 hours ago.”

“he knows.” he simply states.

“i mean maybe he doesn’t.”

“check your voicemail.” he says going silent, you listened in and he didn’t go into specifics but he seemed angry.

“well shit, i’ll go see him tomorrow,” you say

“probably a good idea.” he replies, the rest of the drive was mostly silent. how were you supposed to make an excuse for this?

the next day came and you were terrified. once you arrive at his house, you step up to the door but before your knuckles could hit the wooden surface, it opens.

“look who finally decided to show up.” he says stepping out of the way so you could walk inside.

“look cole i-“

“i don’t wanna hear it.”

“what do you mean?”

“an excuse, so you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened the other night.”

“well i-“

“spit it out.” he says stepping closer.

“why do you care so much?” you ask.

“just answer the fucking question.”

“fine. that night, i got drunk at the party, you would know bc you were there. you had girls surrounding you, this lovely guy came up to me. he was super sweet and respectful so i went home with him.”

“oh so you’re fucking him now too?”

“well i obviously haven’t gone back to him, nor do i have his number. is that what you want to hear?”

“no.”

“take me on a date, just once, and i’ll forget i even looked in his direction.” you begged. you didn’t want your time with cole to end. you never wanted it to if you could help it.

“i want you forget he ever even fucking existed y/n.”

“just take me out one time cole.” you beg, and his stance doesn’t change.

��did he fuck you good?” he says smirking, changing the topic.

“well it was okay, he was very sweet though. i love that in a guy, just pure sweetness.”

“so he didn’t fuck you like i do?”

“maybe he did.” you shrug, knowing it was a flat out lie.

“oh really?” he scoffs, grazing his hands around your waist, facing inching closer to yours.

“he could never come close to what i give you.” he says lowly, connecting your lips. instantly, you cave at his touch. your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. he bites your lip as he pulls away looking into your eyes. he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you to his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. he tosses you on the bed, immediately pulling your shirt off over your head and throwing it as he does the same.

“i just really like when a guy is sweet, you don’t understand that?” you say interrupting the tangible silence in the room.

“no i do.”

“sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“well maybe i can be sweet.” he retorts.

“ha sure you can.” you scoff as he walks over to the bad, towering over you.

“you just don’t get to find out right now.” he smirks, crawling onto the bed and attaching his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. your hands find their way into his hair, tugging on hit lightly as you grew more and more anxious for him to get the ball rolling. he unclasped your bra with one hand and helps you out of it, tossing it across the room. he hooks his fingers under the bands of your underwear and he slides them down you legs quickly before removing his own underwear.

“you want me to fuck you baby?”

“yes, please cole.” you say practically in a whisper as he bends down, his tongue making contact with your dripping core. his tongue working in circles on your clit, his sheets now clenched in your fists. suddenly sliding two fingers into you, curling them causing your back to arch, a loud moan ripping from your throat, already edging a climax. out of nowhere, he pulls his fingers out backing away from you, sucking your juices off his fingers before crawling over you and kissing you sloppily.

“no please why’d you stop?” you whine.

“just had to get you ready.” he smirks pulling away, running his leaking tip through your soaked folds.

“you gonna be good for me pretty girl?” he asks.

“i am.” you say quietly.

“good.” he smirks before pushing into you without warning, a galaxy forming behind your eyelids, your legs hooking around his hip.

“fuck.” you say gripping onto his arms. his thrusts were deep and hard.

“so good just for me.” he grunts out in broken up speech. you open your eyes and lock contact with his, moaning uncontrollably as he hit the sensitive spongey spot deep inside you with each thrust.

“fuck cole oh my god.” you say, the only words you could possibly muster up. you were overstimulated in the best way, sex with cole was always amazing but he was really outdoing himself this time. he leans down, attaching your lips to his to silence your moans as your climax creeped closer and closer.

“god you’re so fucking hot.” he says locking eyes with you again, before you roll your eyes into the back of your head trying to hold off the orgasm that threatened to rip through your body.

“cole i-“

“do it. come for me.” he says and on queue you see stars, your body relaxing all the tightness it previously felt. he fucked you all the way through your high, thinking that was the end.

“you think we’re done here? i’m not done with you.” he says slowing down and pulling out of you, picking you up and tossing you onto your stomach. you raise yourself up in your hands and knees weakly, knowing exactly what he wanted. he places his calloused hand on your ass, using the other to help push himself into you swollen core.

“fuck.” you scream as his hips slam into you quickly.

“yeah you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.” you say, kicking back into high gear, his hips slamming into your ass, his thick cock somehow hitting deeper than before, stretching you out with each thrust. your arms give out and your chest hits the bed, arching your back to keep your position for him.

“god damn look at you.” he says, the smirk lining his voice. his hand reaches into your hair, gathering it around his hand as he pulls you back up, you arms barely holding your weight as he pulls your back closer to his chest until you’re flush against his front side, his other hand holding you up while his fingers found their way to your clit. you couldn’t conjure any words, your hand found the back of his neck as he grunts sweet nothings into your ear, feeling your orgasm approach once again.

“fuck cole i’m gonna come.” you force out. he lets go of your hair and you fall back onto your arms, your walls clenching around him.

“come for me, come baby.” he says and you do as you’re told once again, your arms shaking as he spills his seed deep into your cervix.

“oh my god.” you say as he pulls out of your overly stimulated core rolling you over, your legs shaking frantically. you’d never been fucked that good a day in your life and you were wishing you could feel it again already.

“so, does he fuck you like i can?” he asks again breathlessly and you shake your head quickly, not being able to speak up.

“use your words baby.” he smirks, climbing over you, his face a mere 4 inches from yours, his hair grazing your forehead lightly.

“he could never.” you say pulling his chain bringing him in for another kiss.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he says smiling as you pull apart. typically, he says this and wipes you clean with a rag, sending you on your way so you didn’t expect much. he puts his boxers on and walks into the bathroom, soaking a rag with warm water before returning, wiping you clean gently. he tosses the rag into his hamper and hands you your lace thing off the floor and a blue jackets tshirt.

“cole wha-“

“no no, take it seriously.” he says and you take it from him hesitantly, pulling it over your head. careful, he removes your hair from the neck, and brushes it behind your shoulders.

“what’s all this?” you say, shocked that you were even still at his house.

“showing you that i can be sweet.” he smirks, pulling you by the shirt into a sweet kiss.

“i’m usually gone by now.”

“well maybe this time you should stay.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah why not.” he says leaning back on his head board, opening his arms for you to join him. you lay your head on his chest as your arm drapes over his body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“why have you never let me stay before?” you say looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“i didn’t know what you wanted from me, until today.”

“what do you mean?”

“i thought you just wanted to be around me for sex.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

“well maybe at first but it grew to much more than that. i don’t think i’ve ever regretted anything more than fucking that dude the other night but i mean to be fair i thought all you wanted from me was sex too.”

“it was for a while but feelings change you know.” he laughs slightly.

“so?”

“so what?” he asks obliviously.

“are you gonna take me out?” you say giving the man puppy dog eyes. he rolls his eyes laughing lightly.

“yes y/n, ill take you out.” he giggles, kissing you on the head. it brought you peace knowing that he had feelings for you too, but maybe you should be on your worst behavior more often…..

#cole sillinger #cole sillinger x reader #cbj #adam fantilli #cole sillinger smut #turcs’ talk

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theunholybastard · 23 days ago

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Scented (Mountain x Ghoulettes)

Requested by @thecrepegremlin !!!

Tags: Multiple Partners, Possessiveness, Scent Kink/Scenting, Marking, Biting, Sneaky Sex, Rough Sex

Mountain was livid.

He usually loved being around the Ghoulettes. Of course, he loves his fellow Ghouls, but they can be a bit... much sometimes. He much preferred the company of someone mellow, who could match his energy, and it's not like Dew or Swiss could come close to calm. The Ghoulettes were a perfect solution to his need for stability, and his best friends. Hes never been a particularly possessive Ghoul, he always felt that life was too precious to stress over what someone else was doing with their time. But today, something in him just snapped.

Something has felt off the entire day. He's been moody and distant during practice, slouching over his drum set and snapping at everyone around him. The other members grew tense from his unusual behavior, and all collectively decided to take a short break in hopes he'll cool off. But he couldn't shake the boiling hot anger that radiated from him, and the sight in front of him didn't make it better. Aurora was talking to Swiss, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. Cirrus and Cumulus weren't far, chatting up Phantom, so close they were practically sandwiching him.

He didn't want to come off as controlling, or jealous. He wasn't the type, and he would never want to be that kind of guy. That's why any time the Ghoulettes wanted to hang out with the other Ghouls over him, he would never object, and never take it personally. He never expected them to only ever want to be around him, to be the only one they sleep with, to be the only man in their lives, that's just unfair! But his logic was not with him at the moment.

He hated seeing his girls with another Ghoul, but what he hated the most was the scenting. It seems like anytime he would see them, they would be covered with the scent of another Ghoul. The sweet, flowery smell of their perfume would be overpowered by the stench of another packmate who made their mark. They smelled more like the other Ghoul than they smelled like themself, and despite it enraging him every time, he always swallowed his pride. Until now, at least.

One by one, he discreetly dragged them away, into a small storage closet far away enough to where the rest of the band wouldn't hear them. Aurora was first, whisking her away so quickly that by the time Swiss blinked she was already gone, ripped away from his grasp. His grip on her small frame was bruisingly tight; just the way she liked it. She already suspected the reason why he was so irritable recently, and that only encouraged her to be even more of a flirt than usual. Her bait had clearly worked, she thought to herself as he spat on his cock, creating enough lubricant to slide into her eager cunt with ease.

"You smell like him." He growled, thrusting ferociously, clawing at her shirt to expose more of her skin to him, sucking and biting to leave big purple marks all over her neck and chest.

"Y-you talking about Swiss?" She yelped in surprise when he tore his mouth off of her breast to lock eyes with her. She had never seen him so deathly serious. It was like he was a different person, a darker, more vicious version of his usual gentle and forgiving self.

"Don't fucking say his name." He hissed, his mouth soon returning to her soft, pale skin, turning her body into his own personal canvas. No inch of untouched skin was safe. Once he was done with her, it was far from enough to satiate him. He still had two other beautiful women who's skin will surely smell like him for days.

Next was Cirrus and Cumulus. Taking on both of them was a rough task, both because he risked being caught and because he had too many women to please with too little stamina. He always loved a challenge. Practice was supposed to start back up ten minutes ago, but with four missing Ghouls, it wasn't exactly possible at the moment.

"Where the hell are they?" Phantom scratched his head in confusion. "I was just talking to Cirrus and 'Lus a few minutes ago, they couldn't have just disappeared!" Swiss scoffs from the other side of the room.

"You're telling me, dude. I looked away for a fucking second, and 'Rora just, poof! She just vanished!" Mid conversation, Rain, who went out in search for the missing members, enters the room, cheeks red and eyes wide in shock.

"Guys..." He speaks up softly, sounding ever so slightly traumatized. "I uh... found them."

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #ghost band smut #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #mountain x aurora #mountain x cirrus #mountain x cumulus #mountain ghoul smut #aurora ghoulette smut #cumulus smut #cirrus ghoulette smut #era 5 ghouls

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scorpiorising-swiftie · 1 month ago

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hey guys! just finished chapter five of my caitvi fic! It’s a bit short, but i hope y’all enjoy nonetheless :))

Chapter 5

Vi awoke the next morning with a nasty hangover, groaning as she rolled over in bed. The events of last night hit her suddenly, a blurry haze that sent a chill of pleasure down her spine. Shamefully, she didn’t regret it, but there was no way to know if Caitlyn felt the same way.

Vi hadn’t told anyone about what happened, not even Powder, who was sure to slap her in the face upon hearing the news. No, this was her and Caitlyn’s secret for now.

Eventually, she got up to splash some water on her face, hoping it would somehow knock some sense into her. She had just slept with an engaged woman, and she didn’t feel the tiniest bit guilty about it. But God, Vi needed to break this habit of blaming herself. Both her and Caitlyn had done it, and there was no taking it back now.

She really should call her. It wasn’t healthy to just act as if nothing had happened, but what the hell was she supposed to say? Honestly, what Vi really wanted to do was get wasted, but she knew that was a stupid idea. After thinking things through, she decided to talk to someone who had a completely unbiased opinion.

Jayce showed up at her house no more than thirty minutes later, a concerned expression on his face.

“Hey, Vi, is everything alright?” He questioned, running his hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

“Yeah, sorry I made it sound so dire on the phone.” Vi replied sheepishly. “It’s just… Something unexpected happened last night. Have you talked to Cait since then?”

Jayce shook his head. “No, she hasn’t even responded to my text about what flowers she wants for the wedding yet. She’s probably just hungover.”

Vi chuckled. “I’m sure she is, but it’s more than just that..” she trailed off. Should she really tell Jayce about this? He’s known Caitlyn for longer than she has, and he was like a brother to her. What if he lashed out? Or worse, what if he told her parents? Vi shook these thoughts away. Jayce wouldn’t do that, he was too sweet.

“Jayce.. Caitlyn and I hooked up last night.” Vi said finally, the words coming out all jumbled.

Jayce’s mouth fell open, and he just stayed like that for several seconds. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Wow! Uh… Oh man!” He croaked. “Was she.. Did she initiate it?”

“Of course! You really think I would try to sleep with a taken woman before knowing if she wanted it first?” Vi retaliated.

“Of course not! It’s just.. Giving your history with her.. I knew that there were probably still some sparks there.” Jayce responded.

Vi was shocked, a serious expression falling over her face. “Does it seem like she still has feelings for me?” She asked, her voice small.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, Vi.” Jayce counseled. “She seems genuinely happy when she’s around you. If you two love each other, you shouldn’t feel guilty for acting on those feelings.”

“But she’s engaged!” Vi exclaimed. “Are you really gonna urge me to keep sleeping with her?”

Jayce just shook his head. “I’m not saying that.” He deflected. “But maybe, just maybe, she’ll rethink the wedding.. She loves you, Vi. I’ve never seen her look at Maddie the way she looks at you.”

Vi just groaned, taking a seat on the couch and putting her head in her hands.

“This really is a mess, huh?” She grumbled through her fingers.

Jayce just chuckled, sitting down next to her. “Sleeping with the richest woman in town, who also happens to be engaged to someone else? I’d say it doesn’t get much messier than that.” He teased. Vi gave him a playful sock on the shoulder, and the two burst into a fit of laughter. Once the two of them recovered, Vi inhaled and gave Jayce a small smile.

“Thanks for coming here. I shouldn’t have expected the town whore to convince me to stop sleeping with someone, but I appreciate the advice nonetheless.” She joked.

Jayce gasped dramatically. “You know my whoring days are behind me, Violet. I’m happily monogamous now.” He replied with a smirk. “Speaking of which, we’re supposed to get brunch together, so I should probably get going.”

Vi walked Jayce to the door, and once he left, she returned to her spot on the couch. She could go for a nice nap right about now. Just as she made herself comfortable, her phone beeped. She turned it on with a confused expression, and as soon as she read the message, a wave of anxiety overtook her. It was from Caitlyn. The message read, “hey, are you available to talk?” Vi nearly threw her phone across the room. But no, the two of them really did need to talk, so she decided to be mature.

“i’m available, wanna come over?” She shot back, quickly turning her phone off as soon as she sent the message. Was it odd to ask Caitlyn to come to her house, after the night they shared? Vi was probably just overthinking again, but who knew.

Her phone beeped again, and Vi picked it up expectantly. Caitlyn was on her way. Fuck.

#caitvi #caitvi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #arcane #fanfic #wlw post

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clappingandcheering · 4 months ago

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(Ethan Nakamura x Reader)

The argument

Warnings: Angst.

1072 words

Although you're not the worst person in the world, Ethan Nakamura, you definitely act badly around him.

You and Ethan had been friends with benefits for a while now, though nobody knew you guys even talked.

After another one of your ‘dates’, he began pulling up his pants and doing up his belt

The room was heavy with tension as you pulled yourself off the bed, the thin sheets tangled around your legs. Ethan was already halfway through buttoning up his shirt, his back to you, focused on getting dressed as quickly as possible.

It had always been like this between you two—there were no sweet words, no promises, no expectation beyond the moment. You showed up, he showed up, and the rest was just… well, benefits. No real connection, nothing that could be defined.

But today felt different. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way he had been so detached lately, or maybe it was the feeling that this whole thing was turning into something even more transactional than it already had been. You hated that. You hated how he could just slip in and out of your life without a second thought, never once acknowledging the silence that followed when he left.

"Let’s just do it in my cabin next time," Ethan muttered, adjusting his belt with one hand. His voice was casual, dismissive, like he was talking about picking a different spot for lunch. "Yours is too risky."

You froze, your stomach twisting in a knot. His words, meant to be light, felt like a slap in the face. "Too risky?" you repeated, voice tight. "Are we really doing this again, Ethan?"

He didn’t turn around, and the lack of response made your frustration boil over. “You know,” you said, your tone sharper than you intended, “maybe we should just stop. I mean, if we’re not even going to pretend this is anything other than you getting your kicks, what’s the point?”

Ethan let out a frustrated sigh, still not looking at you. “I don’t know what you want me to say. We both know this is just sex. You knew that from the beginning, so why are you acting like you care now?”

"I don’t know what I was expecting," you snapped, standing up straight. “But it sure as hell wasn’t this.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to steady your breathing. "Every time I see you, I get the feeling that I’m just some—some way for you to kill time when you’re bored or when no one else is around."

Ethan’s shoulders tensed, his back rigid. He finally turned to face you, his eyes cold. "You’re acting like I owe you something, Y/n. I don’t. We both agreed to this. It was never supposed to be anything more than what it is. Why are you making it such a big deal now?"

"Because I’m not an idiot," you bit out, stepping closer to him, your anger now bubbling to the surface. "I can’t keep doing this. It’s not just about sex anymore. It’s about—" You cut yourself off, realizing how much you were revealing, how much you’d been bottling up for far too long. You didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. You were too scared to say it out loud.

Ethan's face hardened, his jaw tightening as if you’d just slapped him. "What’s the problem, huh?" he asked, voice suddenly low and dangerous. "You knew the rules. It’s not like I’ve been stringing you along or lying to you. You chose this. So don’t act like I’ve been treating you wrong when you’ve been getting exactly what you wanted."

The words stung like a slap, and you recoiled as if he had physically hit you. “You think I wanted this?” Your voice shook, but you forced the words out anyway. "You think I chose to feel like this? To want more? You think I chose to feel like a damn convenience?"

Ethan took a deep breath, but the coldness in his eyes didn’t change. “I’m not the one who made it complicated. You’re the one who’s flipping out right now. This was never supposed to be anything serious. Don’t act like you didn’t know that.”

"Well, I didn’t realize that meant I was just some… thing for you to use when you wanted,” you shot back, your throat tight. You were choking on your words now, but you didn’t care. "I’ve been nothing but casual about this, but don’t pretend like I don’t care, Ethan. Don’t pretend like I’m just some object you can discard when you’re done with me."

Ethan’s face hardened even more, his eyes narrowing. "You think I’ve discarded you?" he repeated, his voice almost mocking. "You’re the one making it sound like I’ve treated you like crap. We both agreed to this. And now you’re getting all emotional about it. You knew what you were getting into from the start."

"Yeah, maybe I did," you hissed, your hands trembling at your sides. "But what I didn’t expect was to start feeling like shit every time you walk out the door. You think I like this? You think I like being the secret on the side? Do you even care about me at all, or is this just about getting your rocks off?"

Ethan’s expression faltered for a split second, a flicker of something in his eyes. It was almost guilt, maybe even regret—but then it disappeared, replaced by something harder. He turned away from you, heading for the door without a word, like he was done.

"I don’t have time for this, Y/n," he said without looking back, his voice low and distant. "You knew the deal. If you can’t handle it, then maybe it’s better we just don’t do this anymore."

"Fine," you spat, your voice breaking even as you tried to stay composed. "Maybe that’s for the best."

The door clicked shut behind him with finality. And in that moment, you felt every bit of the emptiness he left behind settle in your chest like a weight you could never shake.

You stood there in the silence, chest heaving, struggling to steady yourself.

But it didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like the kind of loss you couldn’t explain, the kind that lingered long after the argument was over.

And suddenly, you weren’t so sure you’d ever walk away from this.

Not really.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo #percy series #percy jackson x reader #riordanverse #riordan universe #riordanverse x reader #ethan nakamura #ethan nakamura x reader #MEERKITTY #Clappingandcheering #Ethan x reader angst

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imtrashraccoon · 4 months ago

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Well, it was fun but we got to say goodbye to Maul for a bit. I think it's safe to say he might be my favourite again, although I did enjoy writing Reven as well. Tomorrow is Dirk's turn and I think it will be...interesting.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Horror - Unexpected

Word Count: 1,002

Once the chores were done, Maul sat down on a log by the fire with his greataxe. You watched as he began running the edge of the weapon across a whetstone, occasionally wiping it down with a rag. You noticed he kept pausing and holding the edge up close to his eyelight, checking how sharp it was before repeating the process of sharpening it.

"You think it's sharp enough?" you asked teasingly. "Or are you also trying to split hairs on top of severing bones?"

He hummed thoughtfully, continuing to focus on his work. "never too sharp..." After a moment, he once more examined the edge before setting it aside, seemingly satisfied, and turned to you. " 's a force of habit, gotta be ready for a fight at all times."

"That's fair. I guess with our line of work it pays to be ready for anything," you remarked.

He nodded in agreement. "how's your blade holdin' up?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.

"It seems fine, although I had to use it before we left the city." You paused for a moment before adding, "I actually haven't had a chance to clean it since then."

A look of disappointment briefly flashed over his face but he quickly shook it off. "i can do it," he said, holding out his hand in a silent demand.

"Huh? No, you really don't have to. I can just do it later."

He shook his head and motioned for your dagger again. "nah, 's the least i can do. i haven't been much help so far..."

You raised an eyebrow but unsheathed your dagger, passing it to him handle first. Silently, you watched as he examined the blade, beginning to run a dampened cloth over the metal to remove any lingering grime.

"That's nonsense," you huffed. "You've been really helpful, you know? If it wasn't for you keeping an eye on the camp, Reven and I might have been in a tough spot after we got out of the city. In my opinion, it's just as important to watch the supplies as it is to go out into battle. I'm grateful you came along with us, even if sneaking isn't exactly your forte."

Maul hummed in an ambivalent way as he finished wiping down your dagger, selecting the whetstone again.

You crossed your arms at his almost dismissive demeanor. "Look, I'm serious. If someone didn't remind the other two, they would forget to even feed themselves." You were only half joking, but it still earned you a small chuckle from the giant.

He passed your dagger over the whetstone a few times before giving a satisfied grunt and passing it back. "that's true, but i also enjoy doin' the more dull tasks. 's comforting sometimes." He took a deep breath and stretched his non-existent muscles. " 'm not a fan of campin' out in the woods though...brings up bad memories..."

You frowned, sheathing your weapon again.

" 'sides, i like helpin' out," he continued. "...it's what families do."

You felt your heart skip a beat and quickly looked up at him. "Wait, you consider me...family?"

His grin sharpened and he let out a quiet hum of agreement as he began sharpening his hunting knife.

You didn't really know how to react. While you hadn't been super close with your family, you hadn't been able to say goodbye before starting your new life. You were supposed to be dead, so you couldn't even reach out in secret, lest everything be ruined. Needless to say, you had been a tad lonely, but hearing that Maul saw you like that was a pleasant surprise. Maybe this was the beginning of forming a new family?

You gave him the most genuine smile you'd had in a long time. "That's...sweet of you. Thank you Maul."

Several minutes passed before you picked up the sound of multiple people trudging through the forest. Maul noticed as well and caught your eye. He quietly stood up, motioning for you to stay still as he picked up his greataxe.

Your worries were soon dashed when you spotted the familiar silhouettes of the two other skeletons in your party. Reven stepped out of the trees first, looking beyond irritated, followed by the apparent source of his annoyance.

"that took way longer than it should have," he grumbled. "no thanks to this idiot..."

Dirk stopped in his tracks, placing a hand against his chestplate as if he had been offended. "words can hurt, you know?" he retorted, his tone heavily layered with snark.

Reven rolled his eyelights and kept walking, although he paused when he noticed you and Maul. He seemed to clock that something had happened and rapidly scanned both of you, zeroing in on your still injured ankle.

"why are you hurt?" he asked, immediately growing serious. "was the camp discovered?"

You shook your head, waving him off as you stood up with the aide of your walking stick. "I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle after you left the other day." When he narrowed his eye sockets, you added, "I don't think anyone has noticed us yet?"

Dirk suddenly appeared between you and Maul. He tilted his skull as he gave you a once over before turning to the larger skeleton. "how's it been, big guy? i hope you weren't too bored without me these past few days," he teased.

Maul cleared his non-existent throat and got an uncomfortable look on his face. Rather than immediately answer, he turned and went to put his axe down again. "not bored, been too busy," he muttered under his breath.

"what else happened?" Reven cut in before Dirk could say anything else. "if the mission has been compromised, i need to know right now."

You glanced at Maul, silently asking if you should be the one to explain and he gave you a slight nod. You sighed and motioned to the logs around the fire pit.

"Take a seat, it's a bit complicated to explain."

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #the dark fortress #a sight for sore eyes #horror sans #reader #gender neutral reader #horror sans & reader #platonic relationship #look at them!#found family trope my beloved #don't worry i have a plan to write for maul one more time yet :3

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whinlatter · 6 months ago

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In Beasts the idea of Harry buying all of these items for the house he would live in with Ginny is on one hand super sweet because it shows he takes the relationship seriously and on the other hand super irritating because why does he assume he gets to choose all that shit himself without even asking Ginny or without even asking her if she wants to move in?? It's the fact that Harry is making decisions for them by himself and assuming she'd be cool with it. I don't like that tbh. It's like when Harry realizes he has feelings for her in HBP and instead of wondering if she's moved on or if she would even still like him, he worries instead about Ron's reaction. ????? I lowkey feel like Harry should have felt really miserable that Ginny had moved on and liked Dean more than him. But it's like he is arrogant about her feelings for him or something. He doesn't even question it. I can't decide if that's cute or annoying lmao. Like I am not sure if this is Harry truly understanding Ginny and knowing her tastes ("Yes she'd love these egg cups!" "Dean doesn't make her laugh like that! She must still like me we get on so well!") or if its just Harry being a self-absorbed dumbass (SHOULDN'T HE THINK ABOUT HER FEELINGS IN BOTH SITUATIONS!!!!). Like I am over here as a staunch Hinny shipper thinking... "What if Ginny wanted different egg cups, Harry?!" Now she has to pretend she likes your ugly egg cups because if she wants different egg cups it might cause a fight cuz you'd act like a little bitch about it? Am I thinking about this too much?? TL:DR can Harry be normal about something for two seconds or is that not possible. I want Ginny to have a wonderful, caring boyfriend that thinks about WHAT SHE WANTS.

ahh i see where you’re coming from, anon, but i will defend harry and his egg cups a bit here.

there’s no denying that harry is a bit selfish in his relationship and asks of ginny in canon. there’s arguably some necessity to this - the plot demands it - and it reflects something of who harry is and the coping/survival mechanisms he’s developed by the series end. it’s the reason i’ve written his arc in beasts as him having to face up to what he’s asked of ginny, as he discusses this in his letter to her in the next chapter. his arc is him grappling with a loss of identity after the war, trying to look towards building a future he never thought he’d have, and finding out that a big part of that is learning to be on a team with ginny after a long time demonstrating some understandable, but not excusable trauma response behaviours where he hasn’t always treated her as an equal.

which is where the egg cups come in. they (and other assorted crockery) represent harry, at a particular lost moment after the war unclear what he’s for, trying to self soothe by imagining the familial domestic stability he has always craved and buying a little token of that aspiration he can have by him to keep him going. it’s supposed to be a sad sweet (slightly pathetic) image. but there’s no malice in it, just a very lost lad who has gone through a lot doing his best to try and have things to look forward to that might make him happy, like having some dippy eggs and toast with our girl.

i will also reassure you that, should ginny dislike the egg cups, i have no doubt that hjp would bend over backwards/drop serious galleons to source her the egg cups of her dreams.

#beasts #tl;dr #let my man have his egg cups #while the therapy is pending #the egg cups actually a direct lift from some simp behaviour from my own boyfriend #dragging him in fanfiction #that’s my love language!

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Fallen — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Fem!Reader (YouTuber)

Warnings: Angst, not proofread!

Summary: You and Walker have been falling apart in your relationship, so you decided to take him on a date to the summer carnival. However, things didn’t go according to plan.

A/N: Proof of existence, but this song has been everywhere for me and it’s just… ugh. So, I have decided to do a little angsty fic. :) This took two weeks to write because I had NO motivation…

Make sure to send requests! Love you 🤍

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You and Walker had a good relationship and kept a good balance with him filming and you doing your small YouTube career, and were always supportive of each other.

However, once he got into the season more within the Disney show ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’, you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he invited Leah over for your dates hang outs.

You loved Leah, she was sweet, funny, and knew how to keep things straight and well done. So, you didn’t really mind it as much when she would tag along, you ended up having fun at the end of the day.

But when things got more serious, Walker had been distancing himself from you.

Whenever you would text him, he would either leave you on read, or spend hours upon hours to write back. Being upset would be an understatement, you were livid and disappointed; you wanted to spend time or try to have a small conversation with your boyfriend, only to be let down.

Walker was at your house, finally convincing him to come over when you shouldn’t really have to. You were supposed to film that day, but decided not to because you were too happy to finally hang out with the blond.

He sat on your bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally texting his friends. You sat by him, talking about your day and wanting to catch up with him, but he didn’t seem like he was paying attention.

“Walker, are you listening?” You sigh, your hands falling to your lap in defeat. He picks up his head at the sound of his name being called, a faint, sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry, not really. I was texting Leah and Aryan about our upcoming hang out on Saturday.”

You look at him a bit confused, mostly shocked at his words. Walker mirrors your look, but more confused than shocked. “What?”

“You said you’d be staying with me the whole weekend since you’re going to be in Vancouver for a while?” You say, clearly stumped.

Walker gives a look of apology, his small smile turning into a frown. “Oh, I’m sorry love. I completely forgot about that, I can cancel the plans and-“

You cut him off, shaking your head. “No! It’s fine, you have fun with your friends.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, still concerned. “I’m sure.”

He nods, kissing your cheek and getting back to what he was doing in his phone as you lie down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

While your boyfriend was in Vancouver, you tried to text him as much as you could. Mostly talking about your day and even asking about him… yes, he would respond, but they’d be dry responses rather than his jokes and memes he’d usually send on a daily basis.

You: So, how’s Vancouver? Anything fun recently? Read 14:54

Today 09:01

Walker: hey yea it’s fun

You: Hey! Took you a while to respond, but that’s fine. How are you doing? I miss and love you :) 09:07

Today 16:23

Walker: busy I miss and love u 2

After that message, you’ve decided to just leave him alone, not wanting to bother him anymore. For the next couple of weeks, you’ve just been vlogging and doing your normal routine… well, without FaceTiming or texting Walker, of course.

But when you found out Walker had been finished with filming for a bit, you were puzzled and concerned on why he didn’t bother calling or texting you.

You’ve waited and waited for at least one text from him only to be let down, not like you were surprised.

Due to this, you’ve contemplated on either or not you should text him. Which you did, having a risky conversation with your boyfriend about your relationship. You procrastinated on the message. 30 minutes later, you were staring at the text before taking a deep, shaky breath and hitting send.

Today 13:03

You: Hey, can we talk?

Walker: yea what’s up? 13:12

You: I just feel like you’ve been ignoring me lately, did I do something wrong? 13:13

Walker: no, what makes you think that you did? 13:28

You: You’ve been super dry lately and take forever to respond, it makes me question things. 13:34

Walker: oh things like what? 13:49

You: Do you still want this relationship? I don’t want to keep putting the effort into it if I don’t get anything in return. 13:51

That’s when Walker responded almost instantly.

Walker: of course i want this, i’m sorry. i’ve just been super busy, can i make it up to you?… 13:53

You: I would like that. There’s the carnival happening near my house, wanna go? It’s been a while since we’ve last been on an actual date. 13:57

After making the plans and setting a time, you happily lie down on your bed. Maybe this was your chance to fix things with him and finally catch up. Your mind filled with different scenarios and how it’ll turn out, thinking how fun it’ll be.

As they days went by, you grew more nervous than excited for the upcoming date that was around the corner. And when the day finally came, you picked out a comfortable outfit and got ready to go.

After your mom drove you to the carnival, you greeted Walker with a tight hug. He smiled at you and said a quick hello to your mom before following you into the entrance of the park.

You both went on a various amount of rides and played some games too, even winning a couple of stuff. But as time went on, Walker seemed more distracted on his phone rather than wanting to spend time with you.

You tried to play it off by playing a few more games and a couple of rides until you just couldn’t handle it anymore. “Walker, let’s get a snack. I’m a bit hungry.”

He nods, slipping his phone into his hoodie pocket and following you to a concession stand. He buys you a churro and vanilla ice cream, opting to share with you.

He sits beside you on a bench, a good view from the carnival that filled the night atmosphere with colorful lights and the smell of sweet food mixed. Playing with the paper that churro provided, you glance at Walker on his phone again.

“It’s cold, hm?” You softly said, rubbing your arms a bit to try and warm yourself up. Walker hums in response, not looking away from his phone.

You try to talk about something else only to be left on heard. Growing irritated, you speak a little louder. “Walker, are you even listening?”

He glances up at you, quickly turning off his phone. “What?”

“You’ve been ignoring me halfway into the date, you’re distracted on your phone!” You hissed, throwing your hands up in anger.

He looks at you confused and clears his throat, “I-I’m sorry, I just-“

“Are you cheating on me?” You cut him off, your heart was beating rapidly, scared of his reaction. He looks at you offended, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What? No! What makes you think that I am?” He asked, now growing a bit irritated. “You’ve been stuck on your phone, like I just said!”

Walker stayed quiet, not being able to come up with an excuse for his mistake. He swallowed hard, looking away, but this made you even more angry.

“Walker, talk to me! You didn’t even text me when you got back from Vancouver, I had to find out from instagram!” You shouted angrily, Walker quickly quieting you down as people began to look your way.

“Im sorry! I just— I didn’t feel like texting you…” he mumbles, playing with his hands.

“Why not? You could’ve just told me to leave you alone.” You try to reason with him, wanting to gauge out his feelings.

“I couldn’t-“ he was cut off yet again, “why not?”

“Because you’re sensitive!” he snaps, “You’re clingy, Y/N. Look, I love you, but you really need to know how to give space when in a relationship. I don’t need you glued on to me all the time.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes, a faint “what?” Leaving your lips.

Walker sighs, shaking his head. “And I feel like…like I’ve lost feelings for you because of it. I’m stressed with filming and school, it’s hard for me, okay?”

“I guess with all the traveling and distancing myself, I grew out of the relationship.” He adds, his face falling.

It was an awkward silence before you spoke up, “What are you saying?” You murmur, your heart breaking at his words.

He takes a deep breath, taking your hand in his. “Y/n, look, you’re beautiful, sweet, and kind. I just don’t think right now is the time for a relationship. I think it’s best if we break up.”

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t how your date was supposed to go. You wanted to fix things, not ends it. You try to shake your head in protest, “N-no, we can’t. I-I can…”

Walker lifts your chin up, looking at you sadly. “Please, Y/n. We can’t do this anymore, it’s just not the right time.”

Taking a shaky breath, you nod in agreement. “Okay, okay. I hope things go well for you with filming and school.”

Walker smiled and kissed your forehead, “Thank you, likewise. And maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

He gives you one last, tight hug before saying goodbye, turning around and leaving. You just stood there, heartbroken but.:. Relieved. Relieved that you didn’t have to feel drained for a fallen relationship. You take a deep breath and smile slightly, calling your mom to pick you up.

Once you made it home, you brushed your teeth and got ready for bed. You changed your wallpaper and bio status, unfollowing him but not blocking. You out your phone down and lie back, staring at the ceiling as you thought about his words.

“maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

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