#no idea if someone already did this but i had to say it

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star- chap three preview

Pornstar Gojo WILL be out tomorrow!!! One more preview <3 Do NOT read if you haven't read part two!

Pairings- Pornstar! Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings - NSFW- oral sex (m recieving) mentions of cum, Gojo's dick is broken bc of reader poor baby! Mentions of sex, filming porn, dom/sub undertones -taglist closed but everyone on it will get tagged in the update! rough draft and not edited so excuse any typos!

It's here

“Fuck, I’ve made a mess, need someone to clean me all up.” Satoru whispers, while you barely are able to hold up the camera any longer, the livestream is avid with questions, namely - who is filming Satoru Gojo? And offers from many viewers to lick every bit of him up.

Satoru should stare at the camera, but he’s looking up into your eyes instead, stroking his cum soaked length slowly, just pumping more cum out of his tip, so much it’s ridiculous, dripped down to his balls and inner thighs. You swallow nervously, tummy clenched with desire, knowing you needed to stay quiet for the stream of curious viewers.

Satoru murmurs cut then, and  you do just that, shutting off the feed, and setting down the phone with a shaky hand, clearing your throat. “They loved it I think.”

“C’mere.” He crooks two fingers, and you eagerly obey, walking up to him now, tempting him to no end with the way your eyes drink him in. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You obey again, eagerly in fact, looking up at him under lowered lashes as his clean hand slips up the side of your pretty neck, then around to the nape of it, entangling in your locks. Your soft whine and shift of your hips are all he needs to know you’re enjoying it, your hands obediently on your thighs, as if waiting for his every order, so sexy he feels his cock twitch back to life.

“Do you want to clean me up?” He asks softly, but the command in his tone is there, you nod and he exhales, tugging you towards him then. “Then do a really good job, sweets. Lick every bit clean like a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”

“I’ll do a good job.” Your whisper wrecks him, as he guides your head down, and you suck him, still hard, into your hot, eager mouth. Your soft whine vibrates around him, his head falling back as your mouth moves.

He can’t help but think of earlier.

A date, you were gonna go on a date, and he hates the idea, no, he fucking detests the idea in fact, the rage alone making him fuck your throat deeper, harder, feeling you gag and choke on him instead of anyone else. He shouldn’t feel possessive over his friend, a friend who’s sucking his cum, who’s swallowing him up, all he can think is his, his, his.

But you weren’t his.

How could you ever be?

Satoru’s never felt anything better than your throat, except he’s a million percent sure your cunt is better, he knows it would suck him up so greedy. When tears fall from your pretty eyes, it’s hotter than any blow job he’s had on set, the eagerness and desperate need to please far surpasses experience, your glasses fogging up when you pull back to take a breath then.

Satoru looks at his slick, spit covered cock, to thin trails of saliva disintegrating between your lips as you pull back, swiping at your lower lip. “How did I do?”

“Perfect.” His whisper is genuine, the words feel too good, you know you should stop, that you already wish he was yours, but you’re too addicted to how those blue eyes make you feel like you’re the only girl there is.

Even if it’s an illusion, a trick of your brain, or a practiced look.

The feeling is too euphoric not to be corrupted by it.

“You did such a good job, look at it, not any cum left. You sucked it all down, so greedy huh?” His hand comes under your chin, squeezing your neck gently yet so possessive, he wants to say it - his - but he knows he can’t. But it’s too easy to teeter off the edge, when your breaths come faster, breasts pressed up in that dress, rising and falling with each one.

“Satoru… I can keep going.” Your soft voice nearly ends him, little hand stroking his cock again.

“I was thinking of something, but if you don’t want to, it's okay.” You blink a bit then, tilting your head, tendrils falling against your bare shoulders.

“What is it?”

“A scene with me, but not showing your face at all,” your gasp and pull back makes him sigh. “It’d be like me eating your pussy, we could have it zoomed so no one sees your face.”

The thought, along with Satoru's sweet cum down your throat makes your tummy clench, while he brings out more and more of you that you did not know existed. Your hands tense on his thighs now, taking a shaky breath, fingers along the downy hair on his thighs. “I don’t… Satoru you have a million options for costars-”

“I want yours. It’s the prettiest I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Satoru…”

“It is. Wanna argue about my expertise here?” You just get more flustered and flushed, looking down nervously, but he tilts your chin with his big hand, angling your gaze upward. “I’ll split all the pay, you get eaten out, and anonymously. I’d never tell anyone, I’d never risk your career or anything. But I do need to do one, and I hate the thought of it not…” Satoru trails off now, the words sinking in.

“You like eating me out that much?” Your whisper makes him chuckle then, nodding and swallowing nervously.

“That pussy is perfect. How about we film it, and you watch it, and if you don’t want to, I just keep it to jerk off to…” Shit, he said that.

He’s so desperate and pathetic.

I'm exciteddd, it's almost done bbs <3 It's gonna be angsty, smutty and MESSY

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[sooniebby]

Recently into the idea of reader getting eaten out on a motorcycle by a racer. Smut Drabble. Little plot then straight to smut.

Bottom Trans male reader . Use of cunt/pussy,clit, cock, and hole. Characters name are Thai (in case you’re confused). P’(name) is for someone older, Nong (Name) is for someone younger.

“Are we supposed to be here?”

“Shh, just act natural.”

You were dumb, but that’s something your friend, Som, had gotten used to. He whispered a quick prayer to Phra Siam Devadhiraj before following you into the illegal street race. Whoever was holding the race had to have been a man of power since it was being held right in Bangkok, near to a highway.

The highway was even closed down for the specific race. Som wondered if he should pray again as he watched you slip past a group of bodyguards.

“I still don’t get why you needed to come here…” Som whispered, shaking his head.

You grinned. “Listen, P’Krist mentioned something about this yesterday!”

“You managed to talk to him?”

You were silent as you stared at Som with a straight face.

“You spied on him again, huh?”

“Anyway!” You started, standing on your toes as you began looking around. “He has to be around here… maybe he’s a racer?!” You giggled, imaging your crush in a racer suit.

“Or he could just be a spectator…”

“Nah, P’Krist is too cool for that.”

“This still doesn’t make any sense. You aren’t gonna speak to him anyway. You turn into a deer in headlights when he even walks near you.”

“It’s different this time! He’ll see me,” you pointed at your outfit, dressed in a tight leather pants and with a see-through tank top. “Then he’ll jump my bones and I’ll finally fulfill my dream of semi-public sex.” You nodded to yourself, a perfect plan.

“You’re insane.”

“Don’t cramp on my style, Som. You’re just jealous I’ll be having kinky sex soon while you’re stuck with plain vanilla bean sex!”

Som sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I think you should just be realistic, for your own good.” He did start looking around for Krist, because he wanted you to be happy either way. “I don’t think P’Krist is as cool as you make him out to be.”

“You just don’t get.” You simply muttered.

“Mhm,” Som pulled out his phone, seeing his boyfriend was calling him. “Hold on. Bank is calling me.”

“Oh tell him I said hey!”

“Hey, hey, stay where I can see you!” Som immediately called out, ignoring your pout as he answered the phone. “Bank? Why aren’t you studying?”

You yawned, unable to stop yourself from shivering as you curled into yourself.

“Are you new here?”

You glanced over and came face to face with a racer. Judging by the fact he was still wearing his helmet for some reason. He was dressed surprisingly casual, just a leather jacket, blue jeans, and a white beater.

“Huh?” You whispered, “how could you tell?”

A muffle chuckle left his lips as he tilted his head. “Well, I’d remember a cute face like yours.”

Your brain stopped as you blinked multiple times. That only got another laugh from the racer as he pointed at Som not too far from you.

“That your boyfriend?”

“Ah! No! A friend. Uh, he’s talking to his boyfriend right now.” You managed to say, glancing back at Som. He looked engrossed in his conversation with Bank.

The racer hummed. “I’m going to race in a hour, I thought I could get some encouragement from a special someone.”

You raised an eyebrow, suddenly shivering again. “What type of encouragement?”

He reached a gloved hand up to his helmet, his movement slow as he pushed it upward. You gulped as his face was revealed, a Cheshire like smirk already on his lips. His eyes reminded you of a tiger, his gaze set only on you as he leaned down.

“You know what type, only reason why you’d wear something like that here.” His free hand tugged at your shirt as you flinched from his touch. The cool material from his gloves felt like it burned.

Look, you’ve been a virgin for too long now. You haven’t even held hands with someone romantically. Sure, Som would certainly scold you later but this guy was hot.

Besides, Krist shouldn’t be bothered if you dated around, he had multiple partners before you.

The racer seemed to immediately know your thought process as his grin widen, holding his hand out. You hesitated just a for a moment as you glanced back at Som. He was still talking to Bank. He has your phone location, it’ll be fine.

You grabbed the racer’s hand and gave him a shy nod. He squeezed your hand, almost noticing your nerves as he led you just a few feet away from Som.

It was behind a big truck where a motorcycle sat. You wished you knew more about motorcycles to properly appreciate it but it still looked fancy in your eyes. The racer placed his helmet on the handle as he patted the seat.

“Sit.”

You blinked, glancing up at him. “Here?”

“Mhm, sit.” He stepped back, waiting for you. You finally took in his facial features more, messy black hair, full eyebrows and a long nose. Hm…. You pushed the thought of riding his nose out your head.

Wait.

“Ah,” you whispered, suddenly remembering what you weren’t packing in your pants. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.. but I don’t have, y’know, a dick.”

The racer shrugged. “Okay.”

“That’s okay?”

“I don’t care. You’re still a man. Sit down already, I only have thirty minutes.”

You glanced around before simply sitting down. The racer smirked, shaking his head. He pushed your legs apart as his he gripped the belt hoop of your pants.

“You were supposed to take off your pants first, Nangfa.” He popped open your button, pulling them down. You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname. As his free hand gripped your waist to bring you off the bike just a bit, allowing the pangs to slide down.

“Hm, maybe your shoes as well.” He suddenly said, pulling off your sneakers once he noticed the pants got stuck. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling less nervous. Once you were finally free from your shoes and pants, he gazed down between your legs.

You felt your cheeks flush as you fought the urge to close your legs.

“Black panties?”

“I couldn’t wear boxers, they were uncomfortable with the pants.” You muttered, already remembering the battle it took to even pull the pants up. Gosh that was gonna be a pain in the ass after this.

Your body flinched when he touched your inner thigh. He gazed up at you and smirked, “you can always tell me to stop, do you have a safe word?”

“Can’t I just say stop?” You whispered.

“That works.” He hummed, zeroing in on your underwear. You bit your lip as he gripped the soft material, slowly pulling them down your thighs.

You leaned back on the bike, the truck acting as a barrier and something to hold you up. The racer tugged off his gloves and carelessly tossed them to ground, his now free hands gripping your thighs. You shrieked as he pulled you closer, your legs now resting on his shoulders.

“It’s unfair I only have less than thirty minutes. That’s not enough to worship this,” he leaned in, a tiny peck on your clit. Your hips stuttered as he brought his hand down, prying your pussy open.

He wasted no more time as he immediately dived in, his lips circling around your clit. A silent scream escaped you as you gripped at the bike seat. His tongue slipped between your folds as his finger began to rub your clit in a painstakingly slow motion.

Your toes curled as you bit into your fist, legs only able to clamp close on his head. He made no attempt to slow down or even let you breathe, bringing his hand down to slip in two fingers.

“You can be loud,” he whispered, pressing wet kisses on your lower stomach, his fingers thrusting into your cunt. “They won’t hear you over the screaming.” As if on cue, the spectators began screaming, the race from before must be coming to an end.

The racer immediately took advantage of that as he suckled your cock, his fingers picking up the pace as they stretched your hole. You couldn’t hold back as you let out a scream. He was right, your cries blended in with the crowd quite easily.

“Can’t… can’t do it…” you whined before your eyes closed, your back arching as a silent whine left your lips. The racer didn’t stop as he quickly pressed his lips on your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit. A whimper escaped you just as your legs shook, your pussy clamped down on his fingers before it began to squirt.

He didn’t pull away, still sucking you as you reached your orgasm. It wasn’t until you began to whine from the overstimulation that he finally pulled away. His lower half of his face was drenched as he nonchalantly wiped it clean with his shirt.

“Nangfa,” he said, delivering a teasing slap to your cunt as you cried out in shock, quickly clapping your legs close. “Relax. Call your friend over to help you, I have to go get ready.” He grabbed his gloves and helmet, giving you a grin.

“Ngh… what about you..?” You whispered, realizing that he hadn’t even gotten underdressed at all. It almost looked like he didn’t do anything.

“I’m good.” He simply shrugged. “This was just a good luck ritual, though….” He leaned down, his nose bumping into yours. “I think you’re my favorite yet—you taste sweet. Perfect fuel.”

“Fuel?” You blinked, finally starting to gain the motor function to stand up. Your thighs were wet from the cum that managed to escape his mouth. And much to your fear, the seat was wet as well.

“Yea,” he slipped on his gloves, “better than any other cock I’ve ever sucked. You must eat a lot of fruits.” The sound of a cell phone caught your attention as he pulled it out from his pocket. “Oop, that’s the big boss. Better go, Nangfa.”

Just as he made the attempt to move you suddenly realized he was leaving his bike.

“Hey!! You’re forgetting your bike!” You called out.

He glanced back and smirked, “it’s not my bike, it’s Krist’s. See you, Nong (Name).”

You blinked. Wait how’d he know your name?

And what did he mean this was Krist’s bike…? Did he…?

Before you could fully panic any further, you finally noticed your phone had been blowing up. You quickly kneeled down and pulled out your phone from the pants pocket. You silently prayed for your safety before answering the call.

“(Name) Opas Phanuwat, what do you think ‘stay where I can see you’ means?”

I think I want to make this a full fic, but I’ll probably have to do a cis male reader for that… people get weird when it comes trans male reader, fml .

Nangfa นางฟ้า — means angel

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[noirscript]

the price of legacy

pairing: yandere teacher x reader description: William Harrington, the sweet kindergarten teacher everyone adored, became the husband you never truly chose — and now, he dreams of children you never asked for. In his eyes, you're already perfect; in his arms, there’s no room left to say no. warning/s: yandere | noncon | dubcon | breeding kink | emotional manipulation | coercion | psychological entrapment | smut note: apologies for the inactivity. currently working on sovereign's reign. hope you enjoy this one! oh, and the sale on dark roast ends on the 30th. grab it while it's still on sale ^^ WILL ADD TAGS AND TAGLIST LATER! Made this on mobile and I'm sleepy (T△T)

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William Harrington always knew what he wanted, and it was always you.

The house was quiet when he came home, the faint scent of chalk dust and lavender clinging to him like it always did after work. The door clicked shut behind him, locking you both in with a soft finality. His smile was the first thing you noticed — wide, eager, almost frantic in its affection. It twisted something low in your gut, but you still forced your own mouth into a pale version of his grin.

"Love," he said, dropping his worn satchel by the door, already crossing the room with a kind of boyish energy that didn't quite fit the situation. "You wouldn't believe how precious they were today."

Before you could respond, he had you wrapped tightly in his arms, the press of him too much, too fast. His chest was warm through the fabric of his shirt, his heartbeat hammering against you like he had run the whole way home just to get here. You managed a weak noise — something that could pass for acknowledgment — but he was already charging ahead, his words tumbling out unchecked.

"Little Amelia drew me a picture," he said, pulling away just enough to dig into his pocket. He smoothed out a crumpled sheet of paper, the messy lines and crooked letters forming a child’s rough idea of a person. ‘Mr. H’, it read. His eyes were bright, almost fevered, as he pressed it into your hands like it was something priceless. "She said I was her favorite," he added, his voice dropping into something shy, as if confessing a secret. Like a boy. Like someone still playing pretend.

You stared down at the scribbles, your mind dragging you back to the memory you couldn't seem to escape: the quick ceremony under a heavy sky, the cloying scent of lilies filling your nose until you could hardly breathe, the feel of his hand never leaving the small of your back — not in comfort, but as a claim. You remembered standing there, your mouth dry, your head swimming. You hadn't said yes. Not really. You just hadn't said no fast enough.

"And I kept thinking," he said now, voice dropping lower as he slid to his knees in front of you, his hands smoothing up your sides, slow and deliberate. His palms came to rest against your stomach, lingering there with a kind of desperate tenderness. "I kept thinking how soon it'll be our little ones I'm bragging about."

You stiffened, instinctively. His forehead pressed against your shirt, his fingers tracing gentle, possessive circles over your still-flat belly. To him, your silence was agreement. It always was.

"I can't wait, love," he whispered, rough and reverent. "I can't wait to see them toddling around... giggling... calling you Mommy." His mouth brushed over your shirt, a soft, claiming kiss. "They'll be beautiful. Just like you."

You blinked hard, the burn at the corners of your eyes sharp and sudden. Sadness, panic, dread — it all churned together until you couldn't tell where one feeling ended and another began. You had tried to tell him once. That you weren't ready. That you needed time. That you weren't even sure this marriage — this life — was something you wanted. But he never heard anything except what he wanted to.

In his mind, you were already perfect. Already his wife. Already the mother of children who didn’t exist yet. Just a few more months, a few more tries, and he would have everything he dreamed of. Whether you wanted it or not.

"You'll be such a good mother," he said, beaming up at you, utterly blind — or willfully ignoring — the way your hands trembled at your sides. "I just know it."

You smiled because you had to, because any other reaction would only invite more of his careful, suffocating concern. His hands slid down to your hips, holding you with the same gentle reverence someone might use to cradle a glass figurine. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take it — this slow, smiling entrapment he called love.

Because there were no locks that could keep him out anymore. No distance far enough. No safe word strong enough to break the fantasy he'd wrapped you into.

His breath warmed your shirt, slow and rhythmic, and when he looked up at you again, there was something burning in his gaze — something desperate, something too big and wild to name. He smiled, all teeth and certainty.

"Let's try again tonight," he said, his voice a low rumble that wrapped around you, heavy and inescapable. His hands slid lower, gripping your thighs just a little too tightly. "I can feel it, love. This time..." His smile stretched wider, sharper. "This time it'll happen."

You opened your mouth — you wanted to say no. You wanted to tell him to stop, to wait, to listen — but the words turned to dust on your tongue. He was already kissing your stomach again, his fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt with slow, aching persistence.

"You were made for this," he whispered, inching lower, tasting your skin through the thin fabric.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick and sweet with the faint smell of flowers — fresh blooms he had bought, bright and cheerful, as if good intentions could mask everything else. Baby name books sat piled on the desk. Plans scribbled in notebooks. Dreams you had no part in building now growing like vines around your life, wrapping tighter by the day.

You stumbled back when he pulled you toward the bed, but he caught you easily, steering you down onto the mattress you barely recognized anymore. The linens smelled like him. Everything did.

He was over you instantly, stripping you bare with careful, greedy hands. His mouth was everywhere, pressing kisses that felt more like marks, claiming you piece by piece.

"You're perfect," he groaned, settling between your legs with a practiced ease that made your stomach twist. His body was hot and heavy, his cock dragging against your thigh, and then — too quickly, too inevitably — he was pushing inside, slow only in the way that prolonged the dread. You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to stay silent as he filled you, his moan low and broken against your neck.

"There you are," he murmured, rocking into you with a steady rhythm that pinned you to the bed. "So good for me. So ready to be a mommy."

The ceiling blurred and spun above you, but you forced the tears back. You knew better than to cry now. Crying would only make him sweeter. Softer. More patient. And somehow, that was worse.

He moved faster, deeper, chasing something you had no say in. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you higher, adjusting you like a doll, like something built just for him. His forehead pressed against yours, and he whispered promises against your skin.

"I’ll fill you up," he panted. "You’ll never have to be alone again."

The bed creaked under you both, the room thick with the slick sound of his body using yours, the heavy, clinging scent of sweat and flowers and inevitability.

He kissed you when he came — messy, breathless, his hips grinding down to bury himself as deep as he could, as if he could fuse you together. His weight pressed you into the mattress, anchoring you there.

"You'll be such a good mommy," he whispered against your temple. "And I'll be such a good daddy."

You stared up at the ceiling — silent, still — feeling the words sink into your skin like chains you couldn't break. The life he dreamed of was already here, already real.

And no matter how fiercely you wanted to escape, he had already decided for the both of you.

You were his.

And there was no way out.

TBC.

noirscript © 2025

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[highdramas]

ik you said you were looking for ideas: what if the f!attending!reader got too drunk at a group outing and he took her home?

party for you | dr. jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x f!resident!reader warnings: language, age gap (unspecified, but reader is late 20s/early 30s and jack is mid/late 40s), descriptions of throwing up, references to sex and gets steamy but nothing explicit, sweet sweet fluff <3 word count: 2.6k summary: you party a little too hard and jack takes care of you in his perfect way. notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with any of my work or this fic. thank you for this lovely request!!!! idk if i like how this one turned out but i hope that you do! oh to be taken care of by jack when i'm too drunk! this is a part of the ring of fire interconnected series, but it’s not necessary to read the prior parts to understand this fic. if you would like to, though, you can find the masterlist here <3 not proofread so apologies for any errors!

“hey, brother.”

“hey man.” jack keeps one steady hand on the wheel, the other holds the phone to his ear. when he felt the vibration from his pocket, there was that sudden, jolting feeling. was it you? were you okay? did you just want to say hi? did you miss him, the way he missed you? but then robby flashes across his screen, adorned with a stupid picture of him from a thanksgiving potluck a few years back.

( when he thinks about that thanksgiving potluck now, in retrospect, the detail that stands out to him is that he actually sat next to you. when dana, half drunk and wild with her wine glass in the air, asked everyone to share what they were grateful for, jack had nudged you and muttered, “just say your family. it makes her weepy, every time.”

you had covered your mouth to stifle your laughter. he felt entirely satisfied with himself. one little moment out of several across the years where the lines were clearly drawn: attending, resident. teacher, student. off limits. )

jack makes a shoddy attempt at shaking the thought of you away to focus on whatever it is robby needs to share– unlikely to keep him as rapt, but worthy of his time and attention, presumably.

“you getting close to town?”

“uh– ‘bout five minutes out. what’s up?” the rumble of the party is heard, but robby doesn’t say anything. jack asks robby if you’re alright. more quiet.

when you asked jack last weekend if he was planning on going to princess’s halloween party, with that goddamn glint of hope in your eye, it had taken all of the self control in the world to say, “i volunteer with the VA for a camping trip every halloween weekend. i won’t be back until late the night of the party.”

you had deflated slightly, but mustered up enough mischief to say, “what, you don’t want to go as jim and pam from the office, in true 'we just started dating' fashion? rude.”

he had hung his head, put his hands on your thighs and looked up at you with what he could only assume was a pathetic, pitiful expression. to be fair, you made him reasonably pathetic, and certainly pitiful. the fact that every man wasn’t unreasonably infatuated with you was a wonder to him.

“i’m sure i can get someone to cover for me–”

“no,” you had said with a shake of your head. your hands went to cradle his face, your thumb brushing the place where a dimple develops when you really get him smiling, or laughing. “don’t do that. they’re planning on having you. i shouldn’t be selfish.”

but what if he wanted to be selfish? it’s already been a significant struggle to not want to follow you everywhere. he would go with you into his worst nightmare if you asked. he’d do another tour if it meant that you were smiling at him, just like you were in that moment. the hold that you have on him is not lost on him in the slightest, and he wouldn't change it, even if he wanted to. devotion feels good. it feels right.

but, with coaxing from you, he had gone on the trip, and you still went to princess’s party. when he got cell service back during the four hour drive, he immediately called you, if only to hear your voice. you sounded excited, but he could hear the dip in it when you said wish you were here. then you sent a picture of that goddamn tomb raider costume…

which was why, despite his exhaustion, despite the fact that he probably stinks like a campfire, despite the way that his leg burns… he has princess’s address in his gps.

“is she alright?” jack repeats himself.

“she’s fine. she’s fine. she’s just had a lot to drink, is all. dana’s in the bathroom with her now, but i think she’s about ready to, uh, go. i was just wanting to see if you were close, or if we should get mateo to–”

“don’t put her in a goddamn car with mateo, or anyone else. i’m down the fucking road. are you keeping her hydrated?”

“yes, and–”

“what about some carbs? get her a piece of toast. she’ll ask for it with honey, but best to keep it plain. and maybe some ice on her wrists to cool her body temperature. she’s prone to overheating.”

“jack,” robby cuts through. “we know. we got her. i’ll see you soon, brother.”

–

the thing that people don’t tell you about alcohol? it’s fun when it’s fun. it’s horrible when it’s horrible. well, they do tell you that. you've seen enough alcohol poisoning cases come through the emergency department to know just how easy it is to topple over the edge without even realizing it. but, treating it is one thing. experiencing it is another.

and there might not be anything more hellish than getting nearly blacked out, surrounded by health care professionals.

everything had been great. you were drinking a little more than normal, but, hey– it was halloween! and you had two days off in a row! that felt like something to be celebrated. and, yeah, maybe the fact that you drank two of those nearly neon blue buzzballs was a bad idea. maybe that last shot with princess was also a bad idea. but you had been feeling good. better than good.

you had never been much of a drinker, or a partier, but not because you didn’t want to be. sometimes, you just didn’t know how to be. at a certain point, you had accepted that you were a little bit of a recluse in college… and med school… and, now, through your residency, too. you liked working and researching and if you weren’t doing either of those things, you preferred to smoke some weed to relax and watch below deck, or a real housewives franchise.

the only time that you didn’t feel like a loser was when you were in jack’s living room watching something inane, like one of those live police shows, or ancient aliens, because if you get jack high enough, he’ll want to watch it for hours. in those moments, the only label that felt sufficient was his.

you are typically wise enough to know what your limits are around drinking– you are a doctor, after all. but you were feeling a little moody since jack wasn’t there, and the alcohol wasn’t doing anything to help that, and then, you made the uniquely horrible decision to hit the joint that was being passed around the backyard. you told yourself it would calm your nerves. the only thing it did was kick off the world spinning for the better part of an hour.

which is how you’re now, here. back against the wall of princess’s bathroom, your head between your knees, with dana and samira crouched beside you, each trying to heal you– as is their nature.

“baby, you need to look up, and just stare at that shampoo bottle. keep staring at it and don’t stop. that’s my trick for the spins.” dana’s voice sounds warbled, far away. you force your head up and stare at the shampoo bottle in question. “good, good. keep doing that.”

robby comes to the doorway with his phone in his hand, and a fresh glass of water in the other. you don’t quite pick up everything that he says, but you hear jack and soon and it’s enough for your incoherent brain to string together the rest. “jack is here?” you ask, and damn that hope in your voice, damn it to hell. you’ve been publicly dating for less than six months and you’re already being embarrassingly, publicly in love.

“yeah, he’s almost here.”

you smile. laugh a little to yourself. dana and samira share a look and they can’t help the laughter, too. you’re about to say something else when robby is maneuvered to the side, and jack stands in the doorframe. everything is still spinning, but you try dana’s trick, making jack into your shampoo bottle, using the image of him to ground yourself. “hey,” you say, head falling back and thunking against the wall. he’s at your side immediately, using a hand to cradle the back of your head, push strands away from your eyes. “i think i partied a little too hard.”

“yeah, i think so too, kid.” he gives robby an intense look and a nod of his head and everyone clears out from the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. he finds your eyes, so bleary and tired and unfocused. you give him a half hearted pout that turns into a smile. “want me to get you home?”

“yes, please,” you let him hold your head up, hand sliding from the back of it to your cheek. you turn your mouth to press a kiss into his palm, open-mouthed, wanting, despite everything. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“what?” jack scrunches his face up. “you have nothing to be embarrassed over.”

“i do,” you say through a hiccup, your hands reaching to grab at jack’s forearms– you love his arms, love how strong they look, love how they hold you. “i started blabbing about how much i love you to robby. and i’m not embarrassed that i love you– i’m embarrassed because i’m supposed to be a professional, and you’re my attending, and–” you cut yourself off because he’s smiling at you, wide. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“because you’re one of a kind, kid.” he presses a kiss into your forehead. “c’mon, let’s–”

the sentence dies because you dive forward, scrambling to get the toilet seat up before you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. “shit.” you hear him grunt, but it’s faint over the sound of you coughing, resting your forehead against the edge. you take in a shaky breath as you feel jack’s hands pulls the strands of your hair that have escaped the lara croft-esque braid you put your hair into. “let it out. you’re good, i’ve got you. you’ll feel better.”

you throw up another two times before your stomach finally relents and gives up the good fight. your limbs are shaky, and jack’s hand rubs a gentle pattern into your spine. you faintly, far away, hear the door open just a crack. jack murmurs something to who you can only presume is robby, because he returns with a fresh glass of water, a sleeve of saltine crackers, and a stick of gum. you're just glad they're not taking you to the emergency room for a bag of fluids. you wouldn't put it past them.

jack settles behind you with a groan, knees creaking. you look at him from over your shoulder and ask, despite everything, “how was the camping trip?”

he smirks, the amusement at your question evident on his face. “good. really good.” he adjusts the tank top that you wear, where it’s ridden up, smoothing it against your waist. “how are you feeling?”

“much better,” you say with a nod of your head as a punctuation. “it was the joint i smoked that really did me dirty. and the fact that i ate, like, ten hush puppies.”

“i believe it.” he looks lost in thought for a moment, before he adds, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here.”

“it’s not your job to babysit me,” you muse, shaky hand taking the water from him. he shakes his head and puts it to your lips, helps tip your head back, takes proper care of you. “and you deserve to do things on your own. we both have to do that if we want this to work.” the alcohol still has you loose, because you continue, “i like being my own person. doing my own things. but…” you shrug a shoulder. “i really like being me with you. i did wish you were here tonight. i missed you. i kept looking over my shoulder like you'd just... be there.”

“i wished i was too. i missed you,” jack sets the glass down and hands you a saltine cracker instead. his eyes trail you, up and down. “i didn’t get a chance to say it yet, but you look sexy.”

“i just threw up enough alcohol to get an entire sorority drunk.”

“still sexy.” his hand lands on your thigh and squeezes one time before he lets go. “you wanna get out of here? or want to hang for a little?”

“i’m ready to go.” jack helps you to your feet and rubs at your shoulders while you take handfuls of water from the sink, swishing it about in your mouth. jack unwraps the stick of gum and turns you, tapping it against your chin once. you open your mouth for him and he places it on your tongue with a heady gaze. you blow a bubble at him, listen to the pop fill the air around you.

when his eyes flick down to your mouth, you put a hand on his chest. “you can’t wait to kiss me until i’ve brushed my teeth?”

“i don’t care.” his hands are getting greedy, going to your waist, squeezing like he just needs to feel you, needs to feel that you’re real and right in front of him. “please.”

before, you never would’ve pinned jack abbot as a clingy man. now, it makes perfect sense to you. you only need to be apart for a few hours before he’s looking at the little picture of you that he has in his wallet. you could only imagine him these last three days: huddled around a campfire, mind drifting to you. the thought makes you feel a satisfaction you've never known before.

you don’t know if you’ve ever been loved as completely as jack loves you. it’s not just one way that he’s good: it’s all of the ways. he’s not perfect, and you don’t expect him to be– sometimes, he can close himself off. he can snap at you when he’s irritable. but he’s good. a good man.

how can you deny jack what he’s asking for? especially when he asks so nicely. you give a slight nod of your head and that’s enough for him. he pulls you in close, by the back of your neck, his favorite point of your body: and he presses his lips against yours and kisses you so thoroughly that you feel breathless.

you feel a little bit like a college kid, making out in a bathroom while loud music plays behind you. but you wouldn’t change a thing: you love sex with jack, you love that he makes it good, tender, hot, passionate. but you love this, too: the neediness that can exist without ever taking an article of clothing off, arching your back so that your breasts press against his chest, hearing the catch of his breath when you do. you love to rake your fingers through his hair because you know that it drives him crazy, and you like seeing the goosebumps that you get in return.

jack nips your lower lip with his teeth and it makes you gasp into his mouth, and his hand squeezes against the back of your neck. he chuckles into you. “i love when you do that,” he breathes. “when you make that sound.”

it’s your turn to cling to the back of jack’s neck and press your fingers into it. “are you going to take me home or not?”

jack wears his smirk like a badge of honor. and then, so seamlessly, he blows a bubble with the gum that at some point went from your mouth to his.

“that is disgusting,” you say, but your face deceives you: your slack-jawed, twinkly eyes expression says everything that words can’t. “foul.”

“sorry,” jack says and comes in for one more hot kiss, using his tongue to press the gum back into your mouth. “didn’t mean to take that.”

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hi baby ;)

prompt 10 pretty please 🥺

(guess who is iiiiiit)

Hi, baby!! I knew it was you just by the 'baby' haha. Lemme tell you, skz made something to me, cause after I saw that damn video of Chan and Lixie taking care of babies, I can't stop thinking about kids and look, I never wanted to be a mother 🤡 (why do they have to be so husband material 😭)

10. Baby, I'm late

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink

Alexa, play Scorsese Baby Daddy by SZA

You were quiet for most of the morning.

Chan had noticed. You picked at your breakfast, stared off into space, laughed at the wrong times during your drama. When he reached for your hand on the couch, you laced your fingers through his, but your grip was too loose like your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

He waited. He always did.

But around lunchtime as he was folding his clothes and humming some song in the bedroom, you finally said it.

“Baby, I’m late”

He looked up.

“Late for what?”

You turned to face with the lips parted like you were unsure if it was a joke or not

“You know what”

He stared. Then the air in the room changed, his blood pressure dropped straight to his feet.

“H-how late?”

“Five days”

“Fuck”, he whispered, then rubbed his face so hard his skin turned red.

“Five days is… well, that’s not like you!”

You nodded. Silent.

He stood there in the middle of the room like the walls were closing in.

“Did you… did you take a test?”

“Not yet. I wanted to tell you first”

“For God's sake, Yn”

The tone of his voice caught you off guard. It sounded like a mixture of disbelief, anger and regret.

“I didn’t do this on purpose, Chan”

“I know, I know. It’s just… this is a lot, okay? We’re not even… fuck, we never talked about this!”

A lump formed in your throat.

“So what? You regret sleeping with me?”

“No! Damn, I didn't say…”

He took a breath, lowering his voice, “I just… I need to think. I need to breathe”

And just like that, he grabbed his duffle bag, mumbled something about the studio, and left.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan was bent over his desk, stuck on a chord progression that didn’t even match the track. His leg bounced uncontrollably. He hadn’t written a word. All he could think about was tiny shoes, baby formula prices, whether you’d even want to see him again after he just left you there alone.

“Hyung”

He looked up to see Felix in the doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

Chan didn’t answer. Felix walked in, took one look at the empty snack wrappers and his half-finished lyrics

“Did someone die or…?”

Chan looked like he wanted to.

“It’s Yn. She’s late”

Felix processes it in half a second.

“Oh”

He leaned against Chan's desk, “Breathe, hyung. You like her. You love her. It’s not a death sentence*

Chan groans, burying his face in his hands, “I’m not ready to be a dad”

“You weren’t ready to lead a group either, but here we are with the best leader we could ever imagine”

Felix’s voice was warm, real, like he meant every word.

“Also you already act like a dad to seven grown men every day. You think you’d suck at raising one tiny version of someone you love?”

Chan exhaled

“I freaked out, okay?. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want… us, you know?”

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Then go tell her that. Before she decides to raise that kid without you and your dramatic ass”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan returned home around 6 pm.You didn’t even look up when he opened the door. Just kept sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty pregnancy test wrapper.

“It was a false alarm”, you said softly.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I took the test an hour ago. Not pregnant. Try not to be too excited”.

You finally looked at him and saw the guilt all over his face.

He stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, I freaked out”

“I know. I was scared too”

He dropped to his knees beside your chair, resting his head on your lap.

“It… it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, though. Raising a little us with you”

Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“You’re lucky I can't resist when you beg for forgiveness”

He looked up at you, eyes softer and sure.

“Do you…. maybe want to try? For real?”

“You mean… have a baby?”

“Only if it’s with you”

You smiled.

“Do you want to try for real?”

“Let’s try it. Right now”

Your heart pounded hard against your ribcage

“Chan…”

He leaned in close, voice tender like velvet but his eyes locked on yours with fire.

“Let me put a baby in you”

That heat in your chest dropped straight between your thighs.

You didn’t answer. Just stood and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom quietly. The moment the door closed, his lips were on you, hungry as ever.

Chan kissed you like he meant every word. Like the apology was in his tongue. Like the promise was in his hands, smoothing under your shirt and down your spine.

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he followed you down immediately, hungry hands roaming your body. His lips dragged a line of heat down your stomach as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it down your legs slowly, savoring the way you shivered beneath him.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t rough— it was sure and deep. Like he wanted to carve himself into you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip to keep you steady as he moved inside you, unrelenting.

“You feel so fucking perfect", he panted, voice shaking against your ear, “like you were made to carry my baby"

You gasped his name, back arching off the bed, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

The words wrecked you more than they should’ve, but hearing them in a rasp tone, charged with love and need, sent heat straight between your legs.

“You want that?”, he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw, “Want to feel me dripping out after? Laying here, stuffed full of me?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, every muscle in your body tightening around him.

“Say it, baby. Need to hear you say it", he urged, voice broken.

“I want it", you cried out, clinging to him, “Chan, please... give it to me…”

He groaned like he was falling apart, rhythm faltering as he started driving into you harder, deeper, chasing the edge for both of you.

“I’m close", he gasped into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, “Gonna fill you up, babe. Every last drop"

His hand tightened in yours, anchoring you to him as you shattered around him, muscles spasming so hard it ripped a broken moan from his chest.

He followed with a shuddering cry, burying himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you with a heat that made your whole body tremble.

He stayed there, panting, forehead still pressed against yours like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Later, he curled around you, chest pressed to your back, arms locking protectively around your waist with his softening cock still buried inside you.

"False alarm or not", he whispered against the shell of your ear, voice rough but still affectionate, "I think I wanna practice every night until it’s not"

His hand slid down, resting over your lower belly, fingers splaying wide like he was already protecting something precious.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant it

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[bunnipuffs]

requesting for dark!pervy!Ellie who is friends with fem!reader

at first, Ellie is being the sweet and caring friend (holding reader’s bags when going out shopping, paying for things, taking care of reader, girlfriendy behavior without being gfs)

then slowly overstepping boundaries b/c Ellie is slowly revealing her true colors (becoming touchy and clingy, acting jealous, being controlling, degrade&belittle reader to hurt her feelings)

hopefully this could spark some ideas if you’re comfy with writing this <3 can be sfw and nsfw hehe ^3^

oh my god YUUMMMMYYYY thank you for this anon i actually just went dizzy at the thought of this mmmmm so yum ……… THANK YOU !!!!!!! <3<3<3 enjoy !!! (✿◠‿◠)

⋆˙⟡ dark! pervy! ellie who’s so sweet to you, days of seemingly endless love and care. your head is filled with flowers and all things pretty until one day, it’s not.

♡ . — ꒰ sfw ꒱

ellie who always makes sure you’re fed. your messages from her mostly consist of her asking if you ate, and if you even tried to step around it, “i did! had a little snack <3 thanks els” you’d still receive a knock at your door—your favorite meal and drink in ellie’s hands. she gets a little cranky when you say “snack,” she knows for a fact that you didn’t eat properly. there’s no way around it! ellie just wants you to be full and energized for the day.

ellie who immediately takes out her card when you complain about not having enough money for something. whether it’s something as small as a cute keychain, a sweater, or hell, even a $200 purse, she’s faster than you are. you already hear the loud beep! of it going through, ellie grabbing your shopping bags before she lets you drag her to the next store over. your arms are wrapped around her bicep tightly, repeating a sweet “thank you!” over and over again.

ellie who’s at your apartment as soon as she hears your nasally voice over the phone. she has a plastic bag full of medicine and spends her time in your kitchen making you a nice warm meal, spoon-feeding you and sitting right by your side as she hands you a water bottle with a pill to take for your illness. she’s patting your head and telling you “good job,” before she tucks you in, cleaning up your apartment while you sleep. she doesn’t even think about leaving until you’re better!

ellie who looks at you with something indescribable when you tell her that you met someone while you were working, and planned on hanging out with them at the local cafe. she asks you a lot of questions, who? where do they live? what do they look like? it’s not long before it slowly progresses into questions like what’d they say to you? is that them texting you right now? why are they bothering you so much? you often catch a glimpse of ellie’s head whipping towards your phone when it dings, her eyes glued onto your screen.

ellie who sits right behind you at said local cafe, on the day that you and that “friend��� planned to go out. a black hoodie on and funny-looking sunglasses to pair, she’s stirring a cup of coffee (she didn’t even like coffee) while she listens to you laugh and giggle like you did with her. what the fuck was so funny? she thinks, she feels something boiling beneath her skin. it didn’t sit right with her that you were spending your precious time with someone so undeserving. she should’ve been sat across you, watching your eyes crinkle and your pretty lips sip at your beloved drink. you and ellie had been to this cafe a hundred times by now, and it grew something dangerous in her stomach knowing that someone else had taken her place.

ellie who blankly stares at you when you show her your outfit for the next hangout, you’re leaving in a few minutes, smiling and twirling in front of the mirror. you’re wearing a cute little skirt, a nice frilly blouse for your top. your makeup is done perfectly and you gush about how you’ve made a good friend, that they enjoy the same things as you, and the fact that they think you’re pretty. ellie finally snaps at that, a mean scoff leaving her lips. you flinch at the sound—ellie had never done that with you. “i wouldn’t be so happy, honestly, i mean..” ellie comes up behind you, her hand trailing down to the end of your skirt. it’s short, and ellie lifts it just enough, exposing bits of your bare thigh. “i love it, but, what if they think you’re a whore? dressed like that?” she continues, letting go of the fabric.

ellie who feels pure satisfaction blooming in her chest when your smile fades away, you nod in response, not saying anything. a whore? you didn’t want that. your eyes are teary at the insult, lip trembling, before you make your way to your dresser. you fish out a pair of jeans, pulling your skirt off in front of ellie. she quickly snaps a picture of you before you’re all dressed up again. you keep facing your old wooden dresser, looking at the chips and dents. you’re afraid of ellie seeing you cry. but she knows you are, and she’s suddenly pulling you into her arms and rubbing your back, soft cries pulled from your throat. she hums into your hair, “awh, c’mon, don’t cry. y’know i’m just looking out for you, right?” you can’t feel the grin pressed against you, ellie cooing when you hiccup. “don’t wanna ruin your pretty makeup, so stop crying.”

ellie who is more than pleased to know that you haven’t been wearing your skirts around them anymore, and she feels even better when you suddenly receive a photo from an unknown number—a picture of you, asleep in only your panties and a tank top, your leg over a pillow exposing your ass and legs. you feel bile rise in your throat when you open it. who? but ellie always has an answer to your problems, and she advises you not to speak to your “good” friend anymore. your head is in ellie’s lap, pink cheeks stained with tears while she gently runs her fingers through your hair. “it’s really weird that this happened when you met, i don’t think it’s a good idea to talk to them anymore..” you didn’t question how they had found your apartment, or even how they got in. but you’d never know that ellie had been the one to sneak into your apartment. you had given her an emergency key if anything had happened since you lived alone, and ellie had never used it before. but ellie was getting tired of hearing about this loser, and she quietly walked into your room late at night, pulled out her phone and took a picture of you. unconscious and vulnerable. the best part was that you would never accuse her of something like that. you trusted ellie, she wouldn’t do that to you.

♡ . — ꒰ nsfw ꒱

ellie who asks for your phone from time to time, looking through your messages and buying you ice cream when she doesn’t see anyone new lingering in your inbox. she waits till you’re distracted doing something else, cleaning your living room, your kitchen, organizing clothes, before she looks through your gallery and sends herself your selfies and other… pictures you’ve taken. she quickly opens up her phone to save them before deleting them on your end. they weren’t nudes, but some of them made ellie sticky in her boxers, a particular photo of you with your tongue out and wearing your favorite pajama set. she thinks about using your mouth to get herself off, groaning at the thought of your lips covered in her arousal.

ellie who uses the secret pictures she’s taken of you to masturbate, the one of you asleep her favorite one by far. she’s cumming at the thought of your pretty face crying when she called you a whore, your glossy eyes when you received that picture of you unconscious, she doesn’t even really need the picture at this point—but it makes her even hornier that you’re so naive. she likes the reminder of her influence on you, how easy you believed her. she’s gritting out your name when she makes a mess all over her pillow, imagining it as your body.

ellie who takes you out for another mall date as usual, she lets you wear anything you want around her—but you’ve noticed that every time you’re wearing a skirt, ellie’s hands brush against your ass for a second, and it seems to be happening more and more. she gives you a sheepish smile and apologizes, “i’m walking too close, i wasn’t paying attention,” but you can’t see her behind you, you can’t see her eyes fixated on your plump ass peaking from beneath the fabric, calculated touches on ellie’s end. you start ignoring it when you realize it just keeps happening, maybe she really is just doing it by accident. she’s holding a lot of bags, and there’s a lot of people. it gets distracting inside of a packed mall!

ellie who gets a little too touchy one night. she’s staying over at your apartment again since you felt paranoid about someone sneaking in, and you’re fast asleep in her arms almost immediately. ellie tucks a stray loose of hair behind your ear, your warm breaths against her tattooed arm. she doesn’t realize her hand is already slowly drifting down your chest, a finger gently tugging down your top to reveal your nipple. she brushes over it, carefully, the bud hardening at her touch. ellie lets out a small noise seeing it, wanting nothing more than to lick at it, bite until it’s all sore. she quickly fixes your clothing when you shuffle in her grasp, her heart pounding against her chest. she hopes it doesn’t wake you up.

ellie who peeks into your bathroom while you’re showering. you’ve recently kept the door open while you did your business because you were anxious, and ellie needed to get to you in time if something happened. ellie does her best to see you through the glass, your blurry naked figure moving around as you rinse yourself off. she can’t make out your face at all, but she can see the outline of you, your perky tits, the dips of your hip, she can faintly see your ass as you grab and smooth over it with soap. ellie’s slipping a hand down her pants while she stares, playing with herself as she continues looking at you. she’s moaning softly against the edge of the door, circling her clit in fast circles. she didn’t have the time to drag it out like she usually did, edging herself to pictures of you or your sleeping face next to her. you were going to be done soon—and ellie cums as soon as you’re groping your tits, washing innocently.

ellie who tells you to quit your job. she can’t risk you meeting someone else, and she’d have to go through that same process all over again. you were stupid to believe her the first time, but a second? you’d obviously pick up on something. ellie couldn’t have that. she tells you “i’ve already been paying for everything, i might as well move in since i’m here all the time.” initially, you’re a bit worried. rent was expensive! your full time job wasn’t even cutting it, how would you both pay for rent if you couldn’t? but ellie quickly shushes you with her usual excuses, and eventually, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. ellie could protect you if something were to happen again. you quit your job and with a short notice to joel, ellie moves in the next week.

ellie who can’t help but kiss you when you’re sleeping. it’s only the third night of you both living together, but your lips are right there, right in front of her, and all the restraint in her body had left a long time ago—she’s pressing wet kisses to your mouth, her tongue licking at your lips. all over it, disgustingly so, but you’re so sweet. ellie can’t get enough. she’s eventually pulling down your panties, her face buried in between your legs, licking feverishly at your pussy. you wake up to the stickiness between you, your eyes widening when you see your best friend below you. she’s staring up at you without shame, like she was waiting for you to wake up. there’s something dark swimming in her eyes, and she doesn’t stop even when you’re thrashing under her hold. her hands are pinning your thighs to your bed, her tongue making it’s way into your hole. you’re far too deep to fight back, the drowsiness of sleep and the unbearable heat in your cunt hard to push away. “come for me first, i’ll stop then—please, i need it,” you try to respond, but her fingers find your clit and she’s rubbing you so good that it makes you squirt all over her tongue, your slick coating her slender fingers. you’re panting heavily, chest aching with how desperately you’re trying to catch air, and ellie is suddenly hovering right above you. she presses a kiss to your forehead, gentle and loving, unlike her a few moments ago. “i’m all you need, okay? just me, say it, please.” you gulp, the familiar feeling of fear spreading in your chest. you stare back up at her with those teary eyes she loved, “you’re all i need, els.”

[inuiiwonderland]

PARENTS?!

You knew something was off the moment you woke up a few minutes before your alarm went off and how you and grim were able to have a peaceful morning without chaos.

Words: 2k

Heartslabyul x gn reader!

I just combined the word mama + papa and got MAPA so yeah…..

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Something about today didn’t feel right

For starters, you woke up a few minutes before your alarm went off, you and grim were able to shake off the sleep and actually got out of bed without a fuss for once!

And then, the two of you actually got ready on time and even had time to eat some breakfast before heading out to class. For the first time in forever!

Then, the whole walk to class was peaceful and no one came by to disturb the peace. In fact, you two barely saw anyone on your walk to class.

Which was….weird

You and grim for once made it on time to class, 10 minutes early to be exact!

Okayyyyy…..maybe the sevens are finally giving you a break!

As you and grim chatted, you couldn’t help but look around.

“Hey, where’s Ace and deuce?” Grim also looks around before shrugging.

“Don’t know and don’t care! Anyways, we should definitely have tuna salad for dinner-“

Suddenly the door slams open with a loud BANG

Both you and grim yelp and turn to see who the culprit was behind the loud noise.

There by the door stood a boy who seemed to be a student at heartslabyul huffing and puffing as he tried to catch his breath.

“What is the meaning of this?” Crewel says sternly. One perfectly trimmed eyebrow raised as he waits for the poor student to explain why he nearly knocked out his classroom door from its hinges.

“S-so *GASP* S-Sorry - professor *GASP* crewel!”

“Mind explaining?”

“T-the p-prefect! We need the prefect!”

Ah, there it is

You knew it was too good to be true

“Why?” You asked. Both confused and a little annoyed.

“It’s urgent! The housewarden has requested you to come to the dorm!” The boy says. You look at crewel, the man just sighs as he gives you the go ahead. You pick up grim and walk down to where the student stood.

“Lead the way…”

-

Every step you take as the boy leads you to the chamber of mirrors causes the pit in your stomach to grow worse and worse than before. You have absolutely no idea what type of trouble awaits you in the heartslabyul dorm.

Was it another overblot?

Did someone accidentally lose all the hedgehogs and decide to put the blame on you???!

Did Ace and deuce do something that caused the whole dorm to be in ruins and have riddle ask for you specifically because you’re their friend?!?!?!

You don’t know, and you’re not ready

Upon arriving at heartslabyul, you were confused by how calm and peaceful the dorm was in. No ruined hedges, the roses are painted red and aren’t dead or ripped apart, the maze or anything isn’t on fire, no one is running around with a lost head!

The dorm looks to be fine

So

What’s the emergency?

You turned to the first year, confused.

“Uhh….the dorm seems to be fine? What is the emergency-”

“Follow me!” He quickly grabs ahold of your hand before YANKING you inside the maze. You and grim both yelp and you quickly try to match his pace as he expertly moves through the maze.

Jeez this is one of the more confusing mazes in the whole dorm and this first year already knows it like it’s the back of his hand!

You noticed some muffled voices in the distance, the closer the three of you got the more clearer it became. You could make out both Ace and deuce! Seems like they were running after something or… someone by how loud they were and the sound of “stop!” And “get back here please!” Left their mouths.

Oh sevens help you

“I brought them!” The first year shouts.

You could not believe your eyes

It was like a scene from a cartoon. Ace running around after what seems to be a- KID?!

Wait wait wait-

EVERYONE IS RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO CATCH MORE THAN ONE KID???

You see Ace chasing after a 8? 7? Year old boy while deuce seems to be holding something- wait no he’s holding a freaking baby!! Deuce is holding a baby in his arms while he chases after another little kid.

And then there’s cater. He’s busy running around trying to catch the two little girls who currently have his precious phone in their hands. The two giggle while cater prays to the sevens they don’t drop or break his phone.

Trey is busy listening to the little girl yap about the different baking techniques that even HE didn’t know existed and you swear he’s taking notes.

And riddle? Actually you don't see riddle anywhere. But you do see two children awkwardly standing near a corner as they watch everything unfold before their very eyes.

“What the actual fuck is going on” Everyone stops at the sound of your voice. The first year that was standing beside you gulps before BOLTING out of there. Not before whispering a small “good luck” on his way back to the maze.

Now with everyone’s eyes on you, you feel uneasy.

“Henchmen….I think we should also run back inside the maze” Grim whispers as his eyes don’t leave the scene in front of him.

“Yeah…good idea” You whisper back. You take a couple steps back, ready to also bolt out of there but was stopped when all the kids screamed and RAN their way towards you.

“MAPA!!!” They all scream. Both you and grim also scream but in terror as you both were tackled straight to the ground by the little mob.

“Mapa mapa! Where were you?!” One of the kids screams excitedly. She has bright orangish hair that reaches her back along with very interesting eyes. Both her and what you assume is her twin sister because of how eerily similar they look, they each have different eye colors. Similar to the leech twins.

One of them, her right eye was a beautiful green and her left was a nice e/c, while her sister's right eye was e/c and her left was green.

Yep definitely twins

“W-what? Mapa? W-what’s going on?”

“Mapa! I'm so hungry! Can we go home and eat?”

“Mapa, I’m tired. Can we go home?”

Mapa mapa mapa

Sevens you are going to go crazy!

And then when you think it can’t get worse, you hear a loud and whiny cry.

You turn to deuce who yelps and quickly tries to calm down the crying baby in his arms. One of the kids that was one of the reasons you got tackled quickly got up and ran towards deuce. She made little grabby hands signaling him to give her the baby. He gently gave her the baby and she was able to calm down the poor little boy as she rocked and hummed him a lullaby.

Yep that’s older sister right there

“Okay….seriously what’s going on, who are these kids, and where is riddle because the only reason I’m here is because of him who rudely requested me!”

“Yeah! Also where did that freshman go? He’s about to get a good a-”

“You’re a parent now”

“WHAT?!” Both you AND grim screech.

You look down to one of the kids. He eerily resembled Ace but the one thing that made you pale was the sight of his eyes.

Then you turned to the two more quiet children. They both had the same striking red hair along with the cute heart shaped strand on top of their heads.

Okay…

You then turned to the last one. She had short green shoulder length hair and the cutest dimples ever. She stared at you worriedly.

“Mapa are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost”

“I-I think I did”

After a very long and confusing conversation, from the kids and the others. You have come to terms that you are now officially a parent.

Eh you were hoping to wait until you were 26 but I guess it’s okay.

From what the other have told you, you now know who the kid’s fathers are.

Ace: one 8 year old son named Aiden

Deuce: two kids, one 7 year old daughter named Evelyn and a 3 month old son named Luka

Cater: two twin daughters named ruby and Amelia, age: 9 years old

Trey: one 7 year old daughter named Emma.

And lastly, riddle: two kids. One 9 year old boy named Felix and a 7 year old daughter named Alice.

“Mapa, have you seen father?” Felix asks quietly. Alice stands behind him with the same look.

“Ah! Uh no I haven’t….where is riddle?” And just like that, the housewarden was summoned.

He looks puzzled to say the least. His eyes scan the area before stopping to look at the kids that were in the room.

“What in the great sevens is going on here?!”

“Father!”

“Papa!” Both Felix and Alice say. They were excited to see their father and quickly jumped to hug riddle.

“F-father? What-” Ace whistles as he watches the flustered housewarden.

“Fatherhood is looking real nice on ya housewarden” he teases. The housewarden face turns a bright red as he tries to form simple sentences.

“I-I w-what?!”

“Father, when are we going home?” Felix asks curiously.

“Yeah when? I’m starting to get hungry!” Little Alice chirps.

“I think we should feed them something first. Half of them have complained that they are hungry” You suggest. You carefully took baby Luka from Evelyn as you could tell she was getting a little tired. You smiled down at the small cute bundle in your arms.

He had the same bluish hair and cyan eyes just like his father. While Evelyn was the exact carbon copy of you.

Cute

-

“So you’re telling me you have no clue on how they got here?”

Crowley stood behind his desk with the biggest grin ever as you, crewel, and everyone from heartslabyul gave him the most deadpan look.

“Wellllll I do have a small theory! Oh look how cute they all look! This one looks exactly like you my dear!” Crowley beams. You rolled your eyes.

He has no clue

“Is there any way to get them back home? I’m sure their parents are freaking out” Riddle says.

“We all know you are” Ace mutters. Deuce nudges him with a small glare as Ace just shrugs.

“What’s your theory?” Trey asks the headmaster. He tries not to sigh in annoyance as Crowley begins to coo and play around with his quote on quote “grandchildren”.

“Ah! Didn’t the kids say they all saw a bunny before waking up here?” You frown.

“Bunny?”

“Rabbit!” Emma corrects.

“All the kids have mentioned seeing one” Trey says.

“Do any of you guys remember what else happened?” You ask. All your kids turned to you. Some think and others just as confused.

“I-I remember” You all turned to Felix who slowly went a bit red after seeing everyone’s attention on him.

“Oh now thinking about it, the bunny did lead us somewhere!” Young Alice chirps.

“Where did it lead you my dear?” You ask softly. She smiles as you caress her hair.

“The bunny led us to a hole!”

“A rabbit hole” Felix adds.

“Ah! So some sort of portal!”

“Did all of you also get led to a hole?” Deuce asks curiously. Emma's eyes light up as she nods.

“Yeah!”

“The rabbit had my ball! So I went after it” Aiden says. Slowly all the kids tell their side of the story before being transported here.

“But I don’t get it, how do they go back?”

“Mm, seems like there must be something else to this” Crewel says. Brows furrowed in deep thought.

“For now, I think it’s best that you guys take them in and care for them while me and Crowley find a way to return them safely at home” He says.

“So we’re babysitting?!” Ace screeches. Deuce smacks him upside the head as he scoffs.

“That’s your kid! Maybe you should’ve wrapped it before tapping it”

“Deuce!”

“What? It’s true!”

Now then…..these next few days are gonna be interesting.

To be continued?

[kissingmilfs]

I didn’t know how much I needed Mel x reader x Sevika until now…. You said you had more ideas?? 👀👀

not sure if you mean more pervy ideas of sevika or w/both of them…but yeah here is reader eating mel out while sevika watches :)))

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content warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, cunninglingus, masturbation

💌౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ •🍓•⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ •🍓•⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ💌

a blindfold blacks out your view of the unfamiliar room. sevika covered your eyes a few minute ago and told you to sit pretty and patient on the bed. obviously you knew sevika was up to something secretive for your birthday. but even after prying and pleading nothing came up. so you nervously sat on the heels of your feet as you listen to the sounds in the hotel room.

a knock. the creak of sevika rising from the chair. the whoosh of the hotel room door opening. a pair of heels transitioning from hard wood floor to carpet. no one speaks though. you feel the bed dip only a mere inch or so next to you. hands begin untying your blindfold but they’re too nimble and small to belong to sevika. even the person’s scent is too sweet yet familiar.

once the blindfold drops—your eyes are squinted until they adjust to the onslaught of brightness. blinking for faster recovery your eyes make out the image of…well, mel?

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“mel?” stumbles out of your mouth as your vision becomes clearer.

the woman radiates such a comforting smile—your heart almost pounds out of your chest. her hair today isn’t in her usual braids or updo. her tight curls frame her face and tumble down her back. mel wears a silk negligee in a soft baby pink color. lace plunging and caressing her cleavage.

“someone tells me it’s your birthday, pretty girl.” mel situates herself closer, reaching out to stroke your hair. doing it so casually and naturally—you second guess if she’s done it many times before.

your eyes widen noticeably and shift towards sevika. she’s already sat in the one seater—effortlessly leaned back and legs spread far apart and a devious smirk on her face. “yes, yes, uh, today is my birthday. you didn’t have to make the trip though.”

mel sweetly chuckles and cups one cheek with her hand. “i certainly think i did, love. don’t argue with me when our time is already so limited.”

your cheeks burn with the subtle scolding. mel’s eyes shimmer knowingly as she feels the heat on your cheeks. you nod once with a bashful expression on your face.

“come on, sugar. no need to be shy around mel. i think you know why she’s here.” sevika’s voice interjects into the space.

your head immediately swivels in her direction. even more flustered despite the clear understanding underlying her words. “sev…” you exhale nervously and twiddle with the hem of your robe.

both women laugh in unison. sevika shakes her head with amusement and a twinge of disapproval. “baby. nothing you say will shock mel. why do you think she’s here, hm? don’t you remember what you told me? how you wanted—“

“okay! okay! don’t say it aloud.”

mel bites her lip with a giggle and begins situating your hair and curling pieces of your hair behind your ears. she’s so close to you. if you leaned in one inch you could kiss her. mel offers you another comforting smile which only makes your heart beat even faster.

“nervous, dear?” mel mutters softly only for you to hear. you nod your response. “how come?” her question is genuine and laced with such sincerity.

you cast a glance at sevika then back to mel. “it is…unexpected. what if i disappoint you?”

mel is seemingly listening but her fingers work on untying your robe. “have you ever disappointed sevika, cutie?”

you shrug and hear sevika scoff loudly. “stop acting coy, doll. you know the answer is no. she knows what she’s doing, mel.”

the woman in front of you hums with acknowledgment as she guides the fabric off of your shoulders. fingertips brushing over the skin and leaving a longing for more behind. the robe pools around your waist, revealing your breasts and your nipples already hardening in the air. a smile of appreciation dawns on mel’s face.

“gorgeous. too perfect to be real.”

mel cups your cheek and wastes no time capturing your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. she moans within seconds of you melting into her mouth. both her hands holding your face as she guides you atop while she lowers herself on the bed. her thumbs stroking your cheeks as she allows you to adjust to the new position. your lips part with a shared panting.

your hands sinking into the mattress on either side of mel’s slim body. she offers you another smile and you return it with a lithe one of your own. the nerves, ever so present, hinder what you both know is the purpose of this little visit. mel’s legs part slightly—allowing you to settle between them.

one of mel’s hands twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “you’re thinking too loud. what’s on your mind?”

you shrug far too nonchalantly for someone who could throw up from the nerves and excitement. “i’m not sure. everything. nothing.”

“would it help you to know i’ve quite literally dreamt of this moment? you, on top of me, and ready to worship between my thighs. i see the adoration in your eyes every time i close mine. my desire for you is probably much stronger than you realize, angel.”

a gasp parts your lips. almost reeling back from mel’s words in pure disbelief. her touch on your cheek anchors your position. “seriously?”

mel’s face spreads into such an intoxicating smile. her eyes catch the ugly fluorescent hotel lights and you swear they’re more gold than green. “seriously. we can stare at each other and kiss for the rest of the night. if you so desire. if this is too fast and too much.”

“no.” you immediately blurt out. “no. i want this. i do.”

“then what do you need, my sweet?” mel’s fingers lightly scratch at your scalp. but then an idea dawns. you see it spawn in those expressive eyes once again. mel removes one hand from your cheek and situates it between her legs.

your curiously watch the changed position of her hand disappearing. then mel moans almost too quietly. you would have missed it if you hadn’t seen her lips part. your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. mel’s front teeth sink into her bottom lip. the moment only lasts for 10 seconds. 15 tops. she releases a shaky sigh as her fingers return to your viewpoint.

mel spreads both fingers apart—showing you the slick of juices parting between them. “look at the mess you’ve made. and you’ve barely even touch me yet. be a good girl and open for me.”

in what world could you possibly deny mel medarda? not with her fingers coated in her arousal, her eyes half hooded and darkened in a hazel color with pupils slightly dilated. without a second thought your lips part open. mel purposely grazes the pad of her fingers on your bottom lip before depositing the slick digits on your tongue. no hesitation crosses your mind as close your lips and let out a low moan. mel’s taste overwhelms your senses and coats your tongue.

“do i taste good, pretty girl?” mel utters the words with a sensual coo in her tone.

you nod around her fingers. mel smiles.

“you wanna taste from the source?”

another nod from you.

a vibrational hum emits from mel’s throat. she drags her fingers from your mouth. politely patting your cheek as she watches the nerves dissipate. mel crawls further back on the bed and angles her body diagonally. your body moving without thought and only lust. following mel with a crawl until you can lower your torso between those magnificent spread thighs.

she lifts her legs on your shoulder with a casual flare. everything mel does seems either pre-planned or a rehearsed dance between you two. the familiarity spins you off your axis then recenters your point of gravity. the weight of her legs anchors you to the bed. there is no turning back.

your fingers tentatively part mel’s folds—revealing her glistening pearl. before you can black out from the sight of the years of hidden devotion—your tongue extends and laps mel’s leaking arousal straight from the source. a contented moan comes from above. you feel mel sink further into the bed. the heel of her foot digging into your shoulder blade. pleading you continue and drink as desire. nothing but god’s hand and a cold bucket of water could pry you away.

you continue the soothing drag of your tongue over mel’s entrance. needing to memorize the taste before you can actually give her the acute attention to her clit. something of a whine comes from mel. her hand comes down to your hair. eyes trained on you, lost in the taste of her, as she caresses your hair. the tender action produces the closest any human could purr. it incentivizes you to switch your focus towards mel’s clit. trailing your tongue from her entrance until swirling around the neglected bud.

a hushed, “mm…there you go, baby…” comes from mel’s raspy, lust filled voice.

needing to witness mel falling apart on your tongue—your eyes finally open and lift through the fog clouding. what you are met with is, not only mel’s eyes already trained on you feasting, but also a reflection of sevika through the mirror. mel and sevika, always two yards in front of you. the minx of woman purposely angled herself on the bed—so you’d witness sevika’s full body reflection in the mirror.

and what a fucking sight she is to behold. legs still in her spread position. long gone are her form fitting pants and boxers. her own fingers circling over her clit. occasionally dipping down to gather more wetness on her fingers before slowly teasing herself. all while intently focused on you eating mel out.

a moan cannot help but vibrate on mel’s cunt. the sound catches sevika’s attention and she finds your eyes on her through the mirror. sevika huffs out an almost laugh.

“you always did look so pretty with your mouth full of pussy. i couldn’t help myself, baby.” sevika punctuates her words by pushing two fingers inside herself.

your sharp whine catches on mel’s clit. momentarily shifting your attention back to mel’s pleasure ridden face. suctioning her clit between your lips—gradually building the pressure and speed. her moans become more frequent.

mel’s fingers don’t grip your hair tightly but it’s certainly not the sweet touch of earlier. “right there…don’t stop…please…”

hearing the whine of mel’s almost frantic pleading instills the utmost dedication. not at all changing anything you’re doing. you hear a low, fuck, rumbling in the air. but the pitch of word doesn’t match mel’s. in the mirror’s reflection, you watch as sevika speeds up her fingers. even with mel’s ears muffling soft sounds—you don’t need to strain to know sevika’s pussy is producing noises filthy enough for a porno. your attention is split in two. alternating between witnessing mel’s lips parted as quiet moans and whimpers stumble out as she falls apart on your tongue and sevika fucking herself to the aforementioned sight.

the tell tale sign of mel’s orgasm creeps up. her free hand curling into the sheets. grasping tightly as her legs squeeze the sides of your head. mel shudders out such a high pitched moan—a gush of wetness pools into the tiny strip of your underwear. your nails dig into mel’s thighs, pressing her into your mouth further somehow. reveling in the sight of her back arched off the bed and her erect nipples pointed towards the ceiling. her moans are nonsensical but beautiful nonetheless. eyes drifting towards sevika in the mirror—realizing she is on the brink of her own orgasm. three fingers stretching herself wide as she drips on the upholstery.

sevika must’ve sensed your attention because her eyes immediately snap towards yours in the mirror. widening her legs even more, curling her fingers deeper, and releasing such toe curling, guttural moan you whine pathetically. mel slowly recovering from her own intense orgasm—delicately strokes your hair. nuzzling your nose on mel’s throbbing clit while your own girlfriend brings her fingers to a gradual stop.

“happy fucking birthday, princess.” sevika moans out as she glides her fingers out of her cunt. she wiggles them then stands up as if nothing happened. crossing the room confidently with swagger before bringing her hand down to smack your ass. “this is just the beginning.”

[hy6erion]

I really love your Jayce being jealous + overstimulation request you had done! Can I request the same prompt for Viktor, JayVik, Silco, and Ekko please?

��𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 + 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨, 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

⇢ 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

He saw the way someone else touched your arm. The way you smiled too long. Viktor doesn’t throw tantrums—but he’s meticulous, quiet, and when he gets like this… you know you’re not leaving the bed for a while.

You were halfway through undressing when he pulled your wrist—not roughly, but firm enough that your breath caught. The door clicked shut behind him.

“You seemed… entertained tonight.” His voice was even, but the pause before entertained made something low in your stomach tighten.

You glanced at him, saw the way he set his cane aside. The way he watched you. Slow. Dissecting. He didn’t need to raise his voice to make your pulse pick up. He never did.

“I was just talking,” you say.

“Mm.” He steps forward. “That’s not how it looked.”

And then he’s kissing you—not hard, not soft. Just deliberate. He crowds you back toward the bed with frustrating control, lips brushing yours, tongue sliding in slow and calculated. No rush. Just steady pressure and the heat of his body following yours down until your back hits the sheets.

His hands are warm, decisive, slipping between your thighs as he kneels. You’re already wet and he hasn’t done anything yet. You feel ridiculous.

Fingers drag through your slick. He watches your face, eyes low-lidded behind those lenses.

“Still thinking about him?” he murmurs.

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when two fingers slide in all at once—curling just right, just deep enough to drag a breathy noise out of you. His rhythm is smooth, practiced, knuckles grazing in slow, perfect strokes that make your legs shake already.

But he doesn’t stop there. His thumb circles your clit—soft at first, then faster, tighter.

“Keep your legs open.”

You try. You really do. But the buildup’s fast—too fast—and when your body tenses, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. Just keeps fucking into you with those fingers, precise and relentless.

“Vik—fuck, wait—”

“No.”

You come once. Clenching down around him, hips twitching.

But his mouth just brushes your inner thigh and he keeps going. Keeps his fingers moving in the same steady rhythm like he’s tuning an instrument. Making sure every part of you remembers who you actually belong to.

When your back arches off the bed a second time, he still doesn’t stop.

“Good,” he mutters, eyes locked on the way your body trembles. “Again.”

⇢ 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

You saw her looking at him. Laughing a little too long at something he said. Touching his arm like she had any right. And Viktor—sweet, oblivious Viktor—had no idea. That’s fine. You’ll remind him who he belongs to.

You barely close the door behind you before you’ve got him against it. Your fingers twist in his shirt, dragging him down for a kiss that doesn’t ask. It takes.

He kisses back, caught off guard, hands fumbling for your hips, breath sharp. “Did I—do something?”

You laugh once, low in your throat, pulling his shirt loose, teeth dragging along his jaw.

“Oh, not you,” you murmur. “Her.”

Viktor’s brows pinch. Confused. “Who—”

You cut him off with your mouth again. Your hands push him backward toward the bed until he sits, eyes wide, already flushed. You straddle his lap, grinding just enough to feel him harden beneath you.

“She touched your arm,” you mutter against his neck. “You didn’t even notice.”

“I—”

“But I did.”

You grab his wrists, pinning them to the bed above his head. His pupils dilate. He’s breathing harder now, but he doesn’t fight it.

“You’re not allowed to be that fucking pretty,” you whisper against his ear, biting just enough to make him twitch. “It’s not fair.”

He moans—soft and helpless—as you grind down, slow and steady. Your hands tighten on his wrists.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you tonight,” you whisper, teeth dragging over his throat. “You don’t get to come until you’re begging. Understand?”

He nods. Too fast. You press your hips down harder, and his head falls back with a gasp.

You’re in control. Every grind. Every kiss. Every desperate sound he makes into your neck. You ride him slow and deep, pinning his wrists the whole time, whispering filth in his ear until his thighs shake, eyes fluttering.

And when you finally let him finish—only after your second orgasm—you stay on top of him, still moving, watching him squirm, overstimulated and needy and panting under you.

Just to make sure he remembers.

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤

⇢ 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯

You didn't mean to flirt. You didn't even realize you were doing it—but Jayce saw it. Viktor heard it. Now you're pinned between the two of them, body burning from both ends, and they've got something to prove.

Jayce is behind you. Viktor's in front. And you? You're not going anywhere.

"Look at me," Viktor says, voice calm but sharp. "I want to see your face while he fucks you."

Jayce's hand is on your waist, his breath hot against the back of your neck. He's already inside you-slow, deliberate thrusts that push you forward onto Viktor's chest. Every movement forces a gasp out of you, muffled against his skin.

"I didn't do anything," you manage to choke out.

Jayce just laughs. "That's not what it looked like."

Viktor's fingers tilt your chin up. His gaze is steady, unforgiving. "You smiled at him like that. Same as you smile at us."

Jayce snaps his hips forward-harder this time-and you jolt. A moan slips out before you can stop it.

Viktor catches it with his mouth. He kisses you like he's trying to swallow the sound, tongue sliding in deep, slow, so fucking controlled. His hand is between your legs now, fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit with mechanical precision.

"She's already close," he mutters against your lips.

Jayce groans. "Good."

You try to hold on. Try not to give in too fast. But Jayce is fucking you hard now, thighs slapping yours, and Viktor won't let up with his fingers. Their rhythm is maddening-perfectly synced, no mercy.

Your first orgasm rips through you. And they don't stop.

Jayce doesn't slow down, arms braced tight around your waist, grunting as he drives into you again and again. Viktor kisses you through every twitch and shake, fingers never leaving your clit, relentless in their pressure.

By the second climax, your voice is wrecked. Your legs are trembling.

"I-can't-"

Jayce leans in close to your ear, voice low, rough.

"You can. One more."

Viktor's mouth is at your throat. "One more for me, love."

You don't even remember the third one.

Just heat, pressure, the sounds of skin and breath and the low, hungry noises they both make when you fall apart for them. Again.

And still-Jayce's grip doesn't loosen.

Viktor's hand doesn't still.

Because neither of them is finished with you yet.

⇢ 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫

They were both laughing too much at her joke. Jayce with that easy charm, Viktor leaning in a little too close. Maybe they didn’t notice it—but you did. And you’re going to remind them who gets to have them begging.

Jayce has always been eager with his hands. Viktor, less so—until you push him hard enough. And tonight, you’re not pulling any punches.

You’ve got Jayce on his back, flushed, panting, wrists pinned above his head. Viktor kneels at the edge of the bed, flushed down to his chest, lips parted, watching you with something like reverence—and something hungrier than that.

“You’re so fucking easy,” you murmur against Jayce’s throat, dragging your nails down his ribs, savoring the way his body arches under you. “Laughing at anything with tits and a decent smile.”

He groans, hips jerking.

Viktor lets out a low breath. “You know that’s not—”

You cut him off with a sharp glance.

“Don’t worry, I’m not forgetting you either,” you say. “You smiled at her like she meant something.”

You pull Viktor forward by the collar, fingers wrapping around his throat just enough to make him swallow. He goes quiet fast. They both do.

Jayce is rock hard, twitching against your thigh, and you reach down, stroking him once—then twice—just to hear him whimper.

“You get to come when I say.”

He nods, breathless.

You push Viktor down next to him and climb on top, making them watch as you ride Jayce, slow and grinding, every movement deliberate. Viktor’s hand curls against the sheets—he’s hard, untouched, watching your mouth open around a moan you don’t even try to hold back.

You lean in close, pressing your lips to Viktor’s ear.

“You get your turn after he begs me.”

Viktor groans—low and needy—and Jayce’s whole body is trembling under you. He’s close. Too close.

“Don’t come,” you whisper.

“I—I can’t—” he pants.

He does anyway.

You pull off, slow, deliberate, leaving him shaking.

Then you turn to Viktor, grabbing his jaw.

“Your turn.”

And he shudders. Because he knows you’re going to take your time with him. Make him say your name over and over until he forgets how anyone else ever made him feel anything.

𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨

⇢ 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

He watched you flirt with someone you thought was harmless. Just a little too friendly. Ekko didn’t say anything at the time. But now? He’s got you on your back, legs shaking, and he’s not letting up.

Ekko’s mouth is on your thigh, breath hot against sensitive skin, fingers digging into your hips like he’s holding back from something dangerous.

“You think he could do this to you?” he mutters, voice low and ragged.

You’re already soaked—shaking from the second time he made you come on his fingers alone. But he hasn’t stopped. Won’t stop.

“Ekko—fuck—please—”

“Nah.” He licks a slow stripe up your slit, tongue pressing into you deep enough to make your hips twitch. “You had so much to say to him earlier. So smiley. So sweet. Where’s that energy now?”

His hand spreads you wider. Fingers slip back inside—deeper, rougher this time—and his mouth is right there again, lips slick with you as he groans low against your skin.

“You’re not gonna think about him when I’m done with you,” he grits out. “All you’re gonna feel is this.”

You clench around his fingers, thighs trembling—and then it hits. Your third orgasm rips through you fast, body writhing under him, too much, too soon—but Ekko doesn’t stop.

He grins into it.

“You’re still squirming,” he teases. “Guess that means I’m not done.”

He keeps going until your moans turn to gasps, until your nails scrape into his shoulders and your voice is hoarse from begging. And when he finally pulls back, face wet, eyes half-lidded, all he says is:

“Mine.”

⇢ 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

He swears the other girl’s “just a friend.” But she touched his chest. Laughed at every joke. Tried too hard to be close. And Ekko? Didn’t push her away fast enough. You’re not mad. Just… motivated.

Ekko’s wrists are pinned above his head, back arched off the mattress. His mouth is open, chest heaving—completely at your mercy.

You’ve got him spread under you, thighs shaking, pupils blown wide as you roll your hips slow and tight. He’s deep—so deep—and you don’t let up.

“You didn’t tell her to back off.”

He groans, breath stuttering. “She—she wasn’t—”

“Wasn’t what?” You shift your angle, dragging a desperate whine out of him. “Wasn’t touching you on purpose?”

He chokes on a moan, trying to buck up. You plant your hands on his chest, holding him down.

“You don’t get to touch me until you learn who you fucking belong to.”

You clench hard around him and his head falls back against the pillow, curls damp with sweat, breath catching in his throat.

“I do—I know—I swear—”

“Then prove it.”

You move faster now—deliberate, controlled, working him right to the edge again and again. Each time he starts to fall over the edge, you stop. Grind just slow enough to pull him back. His arms flex against your grip but he doesn’t fight you. Won’t. He wants this. Wants you in control.

When you finally let him come, it’s a mess—his whole body going rigid, moaning your name like a confession. You ride it out, overstimulating him until he’s gasping under you, eyes rolling back, too wrecked to speak.

You lean down, lips brushing his ear.

“Next time she touches you, think about this. Think about how it felt when I fucked you until you forgot her name.”

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨

⇢ 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭

You were too friendly with someone at the club tonight. Now? You’re on your knees—and he’s going to keep you there.

He doesn’t shove you down. Doesn’t have to.

Just a slow, sharp tug at your hair as he guides you to your knees in front of him, his belt clinking softly in the quiet room.

“You had a lot to say to him tonight.” His voice is low, deliberate. A rasp that slides against your nerves like a knife against silk. “Thought you’d forgotten who you came here with.”

You open your mouth to answer but he’s already stroking himself—long, slow pulls—making you watch.

The head of his cock glistens, flushed dark, and when he finally lets you get close enough to taste, he doesn’t ease you into it. He drags the thick weight of it over your lips first, smearing precum across your mouth.

“Open.”

You do.

He presses in—slow at first, enough for you to feel the stretch of him, the weight of his gaze never leaving your face. His hand stays tangled in your hair, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth almost affectionately.

Almost.

The first thrust is shallow, testing, but he doesn’t stay gentle. Each roll of his hips forces you to take more, your throat tightening around him as he pushes deeper.

“That’s better,” he murmurs. “So much quieter like this.”

You whimper, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, breathing through your nose as he fucks your mouth with devastating control. He pulls out almost completely before driving back in—again and again—his breath hitching only slightly when you moan around him.

It’s messy. It’s rough. And he doesn’t let you stop.

Even when your eyes are glassy and your jaw aches, he holds you there, praising you in that low, wrecked voice:

“Take it. Be good for me. Show me you still know who you belong to.”

When he finally comes—deep in your throat, hips stuttering against your lips—he holds you there a moment longer, groaning rough and low as you swallow around him.

Only when he’s sure you’ve taken every drop does he release you, thumb wiping the spit and tears from your flushed face, gaze sharp.

“Now. Try smiling at someone else.”

⇢ 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠)

You didn’t like the way that woman put her hand on his arm. Her smile. Silco brushed it off—but you didn’t. Tonight, you’re going to remind him exactly who makes him lose control. And it’s not her.

Silco’s sharp tongue goes suspiciously quiet once you’ve pushed him back into the leather chair, hands braced against his thighs.

You kneel between his legs, slow, deliberate, letting your nails scrape along the inside of his thighs just enough to make his breath catch.

“What?” you murmur, teasing the bulge in his trousers. “Nothing to say?”

His jaw flexes—tight, controlled—but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare.

You take your time. Fingertips dragging over the outline of his cock through the fabric, feeling him twitch under the lightest pressure. When you finally free him, he’s already half-hard, flushed and heavy against your palm.

You could be kind. You could sink down and swallow him deep. But you don’t. Not yet.

Instead, you trace the underside of his cock with your tongue—just the tip of it—feeling him pulse under the delicate flicks. Every muscle in his legs tenses.

“You let her touch you,” you whisper, breath hot against his sensitive skin. “Let her laugh at everything you said.”

He exhales through his nose, hands clenching into fists against the chair.

“And you liked it.”

You wrap your lips around just the head, suckling lightly, tongue flicking the slit until he curses under his breath—an ugly, bitten-off sound.

You back off with a wet pop, grinning.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure you remember who takes care of you.”

This time you take him deeper—slow, stretching your throat around him inch by inch until your nose brushes his stomach. His hips jerk despite himself, breath ragged, chest heaving.

But you don’t stay. You pull back, leaving him throbbing and wet, cock twitching in the cold air.

You repeat the pattern—tease, taste, pull away—until he’s panting, flushed dark to his ears, biting his lip hard enough to leave marks.

When you finally let him fuck into your mouth, you hold him right at the edge, letting the weight of his need break down the last of that careful control he wears like armor.

And when he finally comes—spilling deep down your throat, hips jerking helplessly—you stay kneeling, eyes locked on his ruined, desperate face.

That look? That helpless shudder?

No one else gets to see it but you.

[dammit-tazmuir]

For all the things this fandom refuses to believe and chalks up to John's lies, the thing that baffles me to see so many believe without question is the idea of Perfect Lyctorhood.

Guys. Guys, there is no Perfect Lyctorhood.

Or at best, if there hypothetically could be, it's nothing we've ever seen. Paul is the closest thing and I know a lot of you would not consider Paul perfect. John did not achieve Perfect Lyctorhood, and it wasn't even his idea to claim he did. A quarter of NtN extensively details that he didn't.

The old Lyctors didn't know what Alecto was. John definitely told them more than he would have liked to, because of course she doesn't lie and is too obviously inhuman to hide it fully. But if they knew everything, Mercy wouldn't doubt that Alecto ever had a genetic code; she would know she didn't, or that any genes she might've had were made from John's own blood and bone.

Because they didn't know what she actually was or what actually happened (foreshadowed too by Mercy's "if you had lied about anything else" lines, when actually he did), they drew the wrong conclusion. They assumed something different in his process allowed Alecto to persist. But we now know the truth is that Alecto was simply too big to consume. She didn't die because she was already limitless. This will never apply to another human. But he lets them believe their conclusion because he thinks it's better and easier to talk his way out of than them figuring out the real truth.

It does remain possible that Anastasia and Samael were genuinely on the cusp of that breakthrough, but I honestly doubt it. That was another conclusion drawn by the Lyctors as a follow-up to the previous wrong one, and when John answers, he visibly hesitates. It feels like he's once again going, "....Sssure, yes, let's go with that." I don't know what Samael and Anastasia WERE on the verge of. Maybe they would have become gestalt like Paul, and the possibility of just one dying was why Pal begged Cam "don't look back", and John was afraid of the power they'd achieve (could Paul have greater thalergy than a normal Lyctor?) and/or of just the others seeing a different process and getting mad at him.

AND/OR, ACTUALLY? Especially if their attempt was one of the earlier ones (around the middle rather than the end), but even if it wasn't: I think a Paul situation has a STRONG possibility of being exactly what happened. John's most outright lies are usually the ones other people tell that he just nods along with. When it's from himself, if it's not feigned incompetence, he usually goes for half-truths and misleading truths. He says Anastasia panicked halfway through and if he hadn't stepped in they would have both died. I think it's very possible that John panicked halfway through as he realized what they were doing, and that it's genuinely true they would have both died— in the same way Camilla and Palamedes both died, to create someone new.

And we know how much John hates change. How desperately John needs to keep his specific people close. What are the odds he was so afraid of losing both of them and being left with a new person he didn't know, couldn't predict, and couldn't easily control with them having a whole Lyctor's power and maybe more? Especially if Cyth and Loveday, Cassy and Nigella, Cyrus and Valancy, Ulysses and Titania, maybe even G1deon and Pyrrha— if any others hadn't undergone the process yet, and there was a chance they'd see Samastastia and decide that was the path they wanted too. If he thought this meant he might lose all his friends instead of only the less favored half.

Either way, though, based on everything we know, there is no simple soul swap that results in dual immortality. Even John and Alecto involve a fusion of megasoul. "You and she are one." (This is also likely how a seemingly real facet of John could talk to Harrow in Alecto's dream.) And we've seen through NtN, the soul longs for the body. The body longs for the soul. A body housing a different soul doesn't last long, even when those souls ARE semi connected. A body even temporarily renting space to a foreign soul is a massive strain, like Cam carrying Pal.

Lyctorhood inherently involves death and consumption and acting against nature. It is the indelible sin. It's possible that Grand Lysis avoids that sin by making it about mutual death, about giving instead of taking, but it's still bittersweet at best. I highly doubt we're going to see a perfect solution that fixes everything, at least via more necromancy, because that's not the kind of series this is. It's messy, beautiful in its flaws, embracing the understanding that life is change and things can never be exactly as they were, and can rarely be exactly what you want, and letting go and moving on are necessary parts of life eventually.

Don't misunderstand! I do think Gideon will either be resurrected (perhaps the last true one ever) or there will be another way for her and Harrow to happily be together. In Gideon's case, there was nothing natural about her death, and the decision to say "no" is a rejection of the system that led to it.

I just also think the odds of rewriting the laws of life and death entirely are more likely than Lyctorhood But With No Consequences. It always has consequences. There is no Perfect Lyctorhood, but there's something good on the horizon, whatever form it takes. After all...

"There are more worlds than this. Come with us. We are the love that is perfected by death, but even death will be no more. Death can also die. There's still time, Ianthe. Time for you and for Naberius Tern."

[coichii]

numb to the feeling ★

—(🎧)—> a bet with your friend Felix has you racing a self proclaimed “champion” at street racing. when the race takes an unexpected turn, what happens after that?

pairing - streetracer!chan ♥︎ streetracer!fem!reader

genre - street racer AU, fluff & angst

word count - 3.7k

warnings - cursing, weed, drinking, street racing, descriptions of car crash (blood, injuries, pain, car damage), smoking, honestly too many smoking references, and un edited writing

“So you’re saying if I beat this guy in a race, you’ll pay me $200?” You ask, blowing out a puff of smoky air as you look at Felix.

Felix proposed an idea that if you beat one of his friends in a street race, he’ll pay you a whole $200. Something about him being “too cocky to accept defeat” in some sort of street racing match they had already had.

You agreed of course. You’ve already won over multiple people in the past, even over Felix. You did it as a way to make extra cash on the side of your regular paycheck. Right now though, you’re honestly doing it to buy more weed.

You’ve beat countless people before, becoming a decently well known name in the street racing community in your area. It’s something you’ve been doing for years, and you were confident in it.

“Yeah, but wipe that smile off your face.” Felix jokes, rolling up bits of paper and weed in his hands. “He’s really good.”

“What’s the name of his “really good” racer anyways? You need to tell me more.” You nudge at his shoulder, trying to get a little more information than “this guy” out of him.

“His name is Christopher, but he goes by Chan. He’s a friend of mine.” He tilts his head in confusion at your snicker and immediate laughter.

“Christopher? I’m supposed to be intimidated by someone with that British ass name?” You cackle, and he passes you a jokingly annoyed glare.

“Shut up Y/N. You’re going to choke on your words.” Felix says, puffing out a bit of smoke.

“Yeah right.”

←♥︎→

It’s rather quiet in the streets when you arrive at the spot, only a few people surrounding the area, most of which are drinking beer and betting. It’s early morning in the city, the sound of the usual police sirens and hurried footsteps non existent.

You’ve done this time and time before, the aroma of smoke and alcohol not phasing you. If anything, it excites you.

Felix went with you of course, planning on getting some money off of betting against his friend. He said it was to support you, but you can see that smirk on his face from miles away.

“That’s him, I see his car” Felix says, pointing at the black mustang parked along the intersection. You quickly drive over, heart starting to bubble that delicious excitement feeling you love so much.

There, you see him lying against the door of his car talking to some other people, car keys in hand and you move to get a better look at his face.

He’s…kind of…handsome?

You park and get out of your car, instantly getting met with the fresh brisk air of night time in the city. It’s always a pleasant feeling.

“Hey, you’re Chris— Chan right?” You ask, holding your hand out to shake his when you walk up to him.

Yeah, he’s handsome.

“Yeah, I am. You must be who I’m racing. Y/N, right?” He asks, shaking your hand back. “Felix told me you’re pretty confident.”

“He’s right, I’m pretty confident I’ll beat you tonight.” You smile, and ooo’s break out from the bundle of drunk men behind you.

“All right that’s enough” he says to quiet down their immature cheers and boos. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He walks away at that point, sharing a small smirk of amusement before going to open the door of his car.

You make your way back to your car, fist bumping Felix on the way as he steps back to the sidewalk.

You drive you car up to the starting point, heart starting to race with happiness as a random woman takes her place in the between your cars, a beat up reg flag in her hand.

“Are you ready?” She shouts, the group of people all bundling up in one spot now.

“3…”

“2…”

“1!”

The sound of your engine revving rips through your ears as you hit the gas. Immediately a rush of adrenaline hits your body as you zoom past the intersection, pacing your self as to not mess up your engine.

It’s nothing you haven’t done before, easily overpowering his car and driving past him. You can’t hear the cheers, but you can see blurred images of the crowd as you pass them.

In your rear view mirror, you can see Chan’s car catching up. It puts a smile on your face; too often have you had to deal with boring matches, but this one seems like it could be fun.

You blast through the rest of the road, having multiple times where he almost passes you, but he never does. You know it’s over when you see an area where most of the crowd is congregated and cheers are louder than they usually are.

It was a straight path, so it was easy to clear, and you knew you would win.

Your car comes to a halt, the brakes screeching as the end of the road approaches. The adrenaline is still high, breath un even as Chan comes to a stop behind you.

There are cheers around you as people surround your car, their chatter a mere background noise. After catching your breath, you step out the car and Chan follows behind you.

“Well done, that was impressive.” He says, bringing his hand out to shake yours. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Thank you. That was entertaining.” You smirk, grasping his hand and shaking it. Felix runs up behind you, putting his arm around shoulders.

“So you’ll congratulate her but not me?” He rolls his eyes, putting down a bottle of beer that leaves you wondering where he found it.

“First, I still won that.” Chan responds, making you giggle and elbow Felix in the stomach. “Second, she’s pretty good at racing and pretty herself.”

That you weren’t expecting. It makes your eyes open wider for a moment, a heat rising up your neck. His blonde hair falls infront of his eyes as he pulls out a small phone.

“Could I get your number?” He asks, and your heart rate spikes. You analyze his tone, and he sounds sincere. Plus, you know Felix wouldn’t be friends with jerks anyway.

“Woah woah. You’re just gonna hit on my best friend like that?” Felix asks, removing his arm from around your shoulders and looking at Chan with stern eyes. Chan put his hands up in a joking retaliation, still smiling though and opening on the contacts section of his phone.

“Felix, it’s fine.” You giggle, putting your hand on the shoulder of the slightly annoyed boy. “Yeah, I’ll give you my number.”

Chan smiles deeper in response, handing you his phone as he wiggles his eyebrows at Felix in an attempt to piss him off.

You finish typing in your number, saving your contact as “y/n 🏁” before handing your phone back over to him.

“Hurt her and I’ll kill you.” Felix threatens, pointing at Chan’s eyes with two fingers before pointing them back at himself. “C’mon, I hear sirens. Let’s get out of here.”

Felix nudges your arm and all of a sudden you hear the faint whir of sirens coming your way. In an instant, everyone in the vicinity scurries away, their footsteps racing through the foot of the city as you get back into the car with Felix.

It’s a quiet drive back to your shared apartment, you two not saying much as you look at the window.

It must have been an hour long meeting because the sound of singing birds begins to grace your ears alongside the gentle rising of the warm sun.

You tune out the noise of sirens and early morning traffic from those with early morning jobs and those who never sleep. For right now, you bask in the peacefulness of the morning, trying to rest from the repercussions from your restless night.

The moment you’re about to drift off into a blissful sleep, your phone beeps.

It’s Chan.

new message from: xxx•xxx•xxxx

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xxx•xxx•xxxx: hey

xxx•xxx•xxxx: just wanted to text you so you could save my number

you: oh, ty !

chan🏁: no problem ;)

—

He’s flirty. You can’t hide the fact that it made your heart beat just a tad bit faster than it should be for a man you just met.

He’s attractive, but you know nothing about him. You’d ask Felix but knowing him he’d might rather rip his own hair out than listen to his best friend show romantic interest to his other friend.

It’s a thought that washes out soon, the feel of the sun slowly creeping up on your skin enough to knock you out on your way to dreamland.

←♥︎→

“Hey, here’s that 200$ I owe you.” Felix’s voice sounds in your ear as you stir awake.

It’s probably 3pm by now, and a headache lines your face. Fuck. Okay, maybe you shouldn’t have smoked then stayed out until 5am.

“Mhm, thanks.” You grumble, grabbing the thin bundle of cash and stashing it straight into your wallet.

“You beat him with more ease than I thought.” Felix starts, sitting down on the small couch you were currently lazing on. “Honestly, I was gonna bet on him at first, but I got there too late.”

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence.” you scoff, rolling your eyes jokingly. “Didn’t you trust me?”

“I did but Chan is pretty good. He wins like 13 out of 15 races.” Felix responds, and you’re eyes widen.

“Damn. I’m really just that good then, huh.” You snort, and Felix slaps you playfully on the shoulder in response.

You’re genuinely surprised though. 13 out of 15 is a pretty good ratio, it’s definitely better than yours. He might as well make that shit his profession.

“Do you like him?” Felix asks, breaking the silence that took over. A flush re enters your cheeks as you re adjust your shirt.

“Well, I just met the guy so I don’t know. But he seems charming and attractive.” You tell the truth, crossing your legs in an attempt to get more comfortable.

“He is a good guy. I hope you get to know him well.” He smiles, getting up from the couch and leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

And get to know him well you did.

You guys started talking frequently, hanging out as regular friends by day and competitive street racers by night. The more you got to know him the more you got to slowly melt away his outer shell and see more of his inner personality.

When you first met him, you saw him as this flirty but genuine person. A guy that is reliable, but you’ll never truly get to see the real and full version of. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You quickly learned just what type of guy he was. Someone who was gentle, caring, kind, and every synonym there is for loving. He let you break down the walls he placed around his sweet, sweet soul, and that soul is the one you ended up falling deeply in love with.

It went from only seeing eachother at big night time events to going over to each-others place every week.

He started being your company when Felix was busy, started being someone you could run to when you were going through a hard time, started being someone who you could rely on.

And you loved it.

Right now, it’s 2am and you just got home from an extremely long night shift at the bar you work at that Chan generously drove you home from.

All you want to do is go to sleep, skipping a shower and settling with just changing clothes before plopping down on your warm and fuzzy bed. Your eyes were on the verge of closing before you get a ping sound coming from your phone.

new message from: chan ☺️

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chan☺️: hey y/n

chan☺️: i know you’re tired, but i wanna race you tomorrow.

chan☺️: 50$ if you beat me, and 50$ if I beat you. ;)

you: running low on money aren’t you?

chan☺️: that’s not important 😅

you: sure, downtown?

chan☺️: we race there all the time and you always beat me

chan☺️: let’s do inner city this time

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Your stomach drops, fingers suddenly stopped to a halt on the keyboard.

You never felt comfortable racing in the inner city. Not only was police presence higher, but the roads were very windy, something you didn’t have much experience with.

Most of the races you took on were straight roadways with the occasional turn. This one would be mostly bended road.

Your heart starts racing at the idea of needing to turn sharply while going 90 miles per hour while one of your best friends sneaks up close behind you.

What if your car looses control? What if you overshoot a turn and fly off the road? What if a car suddenly comes rushing through the lanes without you noticing? What if you get hurt? What if Chan…

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you: I’m not to sure about that, chan

you: I think that’s too risky for me

chan☺️: it’s not that risky

chan☺️: you’re experienced, you beat me so many times

you: that’s true, but still the roads all bendy

you: im not experienced with that

chan☺️: we don’t have to go too fast if you don’t want to

chan☺️: but please give it a try?

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Something turns in your stomach. He’s usually not this pushy. Most of the time if there’s something you even show the slightest discomfort towards, he backs away before you can even say it. This is out of character.

Your brows furrow, your mind running scenarios as for what is causing him to ask you like this. You know chans charecter, you know he’s one of the most kind hearted people you know (second to only Felix).

What ever it is, he must have a good reason.

you: hmm

you: will you buy me food afterwards if I do?

chan☺️: yes ma’am

chan☺️: anything you want

you: fineeee

you: I guess it’s okay

chan☺️: see you tommrow, y/n😊

—

You sigh, sloppily putting your phone down on the nightstand next to your bed. You’re two tired to really understand what you just signed up for.

Drifting off, your eyes finally close, your texts of approval sitting idly on your phone as morning rolls in.

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“Hey, ynnie.” Chans sweet voice rings through your ears as you step out your car, his arms enveloping you in a hug as soon as he sees you.

There’s a small crowd around the area, two cars doing donuts as a way to keep the mass of people entertained as you arrived.

It’s around 1 am, the sounds of sirens distant and the crowds low. This place might be the inner city, but it’s not that busy at night. The perfect terrain for your average low stakes race.

But this isn’t low stakes for you, far from it. The usual excitement and enthusiasm you usually felt is no more. Instead your heart is filled with the feeling of nervousness and anxiety.

There’s no backing out of it now, especially in front of a crowd of 30 something people and the man you desperately want. All you can do now is suck it up and hug him back.

“Hi, Channie.” You greet, trying to keep the quiver you felt in your throat choked back. He smiles at you, reaching his hand out for you to shake.

“Let’s try our best.” You take his hand in yours, squeezing it before repeating his words back to him.

He lets go, walking back to his car and reving its engine. With a heavy sigh, you walk towards yours.

A random person steps in front of the middle of your cars, getting everyone’s attention before starting the count down.

Here goes nothing.

“3…”

“2…”

“1!”

Your car goes zooming, but not as fast as you usually do. Normally, you break 80 to 90 instantly, but you’re just under 75, allowing for Chan to overtake you immediately.

The first turn comes up, and your cars speed drops, allowing you to make the curve in-front. Chan keeps his speed decently stable, now becoming out of your view, something that’s never happened before.

When you see his car again, it’s because he’s slowing down for another bend in the road. To catch up to him, you speed up slightly, but your foot slips out of nerves, and suddenly your flooring it.

Your car skirts out of control, your hands freezing up on the steering wheel as you aim straight for a ditch.

“This is it.” You think, eyes closing in fear, trying to brace yourself but being met with the inability to move. You’re frozen. You’re done.

Your car suddenly slams into the ditch, the sound of crunching and bending metal inaudible as your body is met with the force of the collision.

The feeling rings through your body, the power of the car being forced to a halt hitting before the pain does, adrenaline on the high.

The car rests to a stop, your heaving breathing slowly fading away into labored breaths, the expansion of your lungs feeling more like a chore than an everyday bodily function.

It’s not long until your vision starts to black out, ears rings and limbs going limp. The only noises you can hear being the pinging of the car and the faint noise of footsteps and yelling. It’s a familiar voice.

Wait… Chan?!

“Holy.. y/n! y/n are you okay?” His distant voice yells, his tone laced with fear and panic. You can only focus on this for a moment, a static filter taking over the functions of your brain.

“Y/n! Shit.. that’s a lot of blood. Can you hear me?!?” Chan screams, trying to get through the crushed door that might as well be a brick wall.

“Fuck, im coming. Don’t worry, I’m coming. Somebody call 911!” He yells impossibly loud, eliciting a scratchy groan out of your throat. He turns around, expecting to see a crowd of people, but it’s deserted. Everyone one is gone.

Everything fades out, the pressure of trying to keep your head of ceasing as you fall completely limp.

“I’m coming, y/n. I’m com…”

←♥︎→

Fuck. Everything hurts. Your eyes can barely crack open, everything blurry and sore. Every noise is too loud, every light is too bright.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you’re met with a hospital room, white & blue colors flooding your eyes along side the smell of saline solution.

When you recognize your surroundings, you notice the feeling of a heavy weight on the left side of your stomach. Cracking your eyes open wide, you recognize the blonde figure besides you.

There laying on top of you is Chans tired figure, his head buried deep into his arms that lay on your stomach. At the feeling of your quickened breathing, he lifts his head up and faces you.

His eyes, tired and bloodshot widen slightly, his mouth becoming agape at the sight of you. His hands tremble and reach up to your face, slowly caressing the bruised at cut skin.

“Y/n..?” He asks, voice genuinely unsure if it’s you. You reach your hand out to his, watching his eyes slowly brim with tears as you weakly grab it.

“Hi, Chan.” You speak, voice a little bit raspy from un use. “Why are you crying.”

“Oh my god, y/n. You’re okay!” He whimpers, burrowing his head into your chest as tears slip from his eyes.

“Ouch! Watch out Channie.” You groan, sucking your teeth at the sharp feeling of pain alongside your ribs. Chan jumps off of you, whispering a small sorry before continuing to speak.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re okay. When you crashed I was so… there was a lot of blood. Fuck, I never should have pressured you. I’m so so so sorry.” He wailed, clutching on your shirt as if you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“Chan, it’s not your fault. I should’ve said no, it’s on-“

“No. No don’t apologize. You said you were nervous and I told you it’ll be okay. I should have just taken your word for it. I didn’t even want you to race me for some stupid 50$.” He bashfully admits, a red blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head to the side before wincing in pain. Chan brings his hand to your neck, rubbing a few comforting circles on it before answering your question.

“I didn’t race you to get 50$ out of you, that was my way of getting you to come. I wanted to race you because afterwards… I wanted to ask you out and I had no better way of doing it. But still, I shouldn’t have lied to you and I’m so-“

You cut him off by placing a soft kiss on his lips, his hands going still on your neck. Once he registers whats happening, he gently kisses you back.

His lips lock on to yours, hands moving to caress your cheeks. It’s soft and warm, drowning out all the soreness of your body and instead having you feel borderline euphoric.

You can feel his hot tears cascading down his face as they land on your cheeks. You gently wipe them away, pressing further into the kiss before pulling away.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time, Chan. Stop apologizing.” You whisper, moving your hand to ruffle his hair.

“God, you’re a fucking saint.” He says, voice laced gratitude. He places another kiss on your lips, working small pecks across your face as you giggle.

“Jeez, I can’t get enough of you.” Chan whines, pouting as you push him away to catch your breath.

Just as you were about to kiss him again, your phone goes off with all sorts of messages from Felix. Oh shit… you forgot he’s your emergency contact.

“Well, if you want to kiss me.” You start, showing Chan your phone as his skin turns pale. “You’re going to have to do it before Felix gets here and kills you.”

At that he pulls you into to his arms gently as to not bring back the soreness in your body.

“That, I can certainly do.”

[prettydaisygirl]

after reading your fratjames potter x reader work it did something for me! And it made me think of angsty idea

May I request a modern au where the reader and James are already in an established relationship ship

And because of a bad friend of James they have misunderstanding and some incident happen and reader happens to be present at the wrong time and because of that the bad friend spread misinfo and James believe that friend ....so it kinda leads to James hurting readers feelings

Pls feel free to ignore if i couldn't get my idea across ❤️

Hi, lovely! Thank you so much for your request! It also spawned another idea in my brain so there's another James fic coming soon also inspired by you! I hope this is what you were looking for, I appreciate you taking the time to send me a request. Much love <3

boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who disagree about Peter ✿ 927 words

cw: fem reader, Peter is the worst, misunderstanding, angst, open ended.

james potter masterlist

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part 2

You really, really try to like Peter. He’s the only member of James’ group that you don’t consider a good friend. 

It’s not that you think Peter is a bad person. But sometimes he says things about people that you think are… harsh. Sometimes even cruel. And usually these things are said behind the targeted person’s back. You don’t like that.

Every time you bring it up to James, voice whispered and hesitant so you don’t rock the boat, he tells you that he and the other boys have just learned not to listen to Peter’s cruel words. 

“But how can you just… let him sit there and say things like that?” You’ll argue, though your tone is soft and your fingers will brush over his chest like they belong there. Because they do.

James will take a heavy breath and meet your eyes, barely able to see the glint of your pupils in the darkness of the bedroom. “After a while… you start to realize that the things that Peter says are true.” Silence will fill the air for just a moment and then, “He usually just says a meaner version of what everyone else is already thinking.”

So you put on a smile, and you tolerate Peter. 

You sip your glass of wine, eyes moving over the restaurant’s fancy decor. The tall ceilings and shimmering chandeliers do nothing to aid the awkward silence at the dinner table. 

For whatever reason, James had agreed for the two of you to go on a double date with Peter and his new girlfriend. She sits across from you, typing away on her phone without a care in the world. James had just stood up to go to the bathroom, leaving you and Peter in awkward, tense silence. 

Your eyes land on Peter when he clears his throat, a smirk appearing on his lips. You hate the way it makes your skin crawl. 

“Don’t you think James is a bit obnoxious?” He asks, and you’re sure anyone else would laugh out loud at the face you make. 

“What?” You ask, disbelief and offense dripping in your tone, “Of course, I don’t!”

Peter’s eyebrows raise and the corner of his lip turns up even more like you said exactly what he wanted to hear. His girlfriend’s eyes raise up from her phone long enough to look between the two of you before lowering again. 

“Oh, come on,” Peter encourages cruelly, “You don’t really buy that whole teddy bear, lover-boy act, do you?” His eyes roll, “I’ve known James for years, and it’s always the same. He finds a girl he really likes, absolutely fawns over her until he gets bored, and then he finds another one. Simple as that.”

Your stomach churns, your ears ring and you’re sure if looks could kill Peter would already be six feet under. “That’s not true.”

“It is, and you know it.” Peter tilts his head condescendingly and you wish you’d pretended to be sick instead of coming to this stupid dinner. “He’s going to find someone new and leave you in the dust. Like clockwork.”

“Stop.” You try not to let his words get to you but he seems to know every single soft spot in your armor. Your worst fears that you’ve never even spoken out loud to James himself. 

“It’s only a matter of time,” Peter continues, swirling his own glass of wine before taking a long sip. “It could be tonight. Maybe one of the wait staff will catch his eye.”

“Listen, Peter,” You break, eyes dialed in on the man sitting across from you. If you can call him a man. More like a rat. “I have always thought you were cruel and disgusting. You invited us to dinner, and I came because James asked me to. But I won’t do this anymore. You’re an absolute weasel of a man and I hate you.”

But Peter doesn’t look upset by your words. In fact, he looks delighted, almost like a happy schoolboy. You realize why when you hear James’ voice behind you, your name stated in a cracking tone full of disbelief and hurt.  

You turn in your chair to look at him, guilt taking over your features. 

“James-” You try to say, the hurt look on his face making your chest physically ache.

“How can you speak to one of my friends like that?” He asks, eyes dark and voice low. He doesn’t sit back down at your table. “I know you don’t like Peter, but calling him names and saying you hate him? That’s cruel.”

You can feel your world crumbling around you, and Peter doesn’t even bother hiding his glee. In fact, it radiates off of him. His girlfriend looks like she’s enjoying the show now, phone in her lap. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, why you are so hateful and full of anger.” James grabs for his jacket and you reach for it too. He shoots you a look and you pull your hand away, feeling utterly shamed and scolded. You want to tell him that this is all a misunderstanding, that if he heard the things Peter said about him, he would agree with you. 

But you can’t. Because Peter is standing then, too, and so is his girlfriend. James sends you a look, and when he leans down to kiss you he only presses a chaste one to your hair, not one to your lips like usual.

“I’ll call you.” He says. 

And you wonder if he ever will. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[hedwig221b]

Do you know any fics that are in an alternative universe, like university, and doesn’t have the pack-world?

Let's see if you like these ones,

Maybe We Could Dance by In_Over_My_Head

"Stiles, get over here!” Flailing, he spun on his heel, searching for Lydia. He knew it was her who yelled, would know that voice anywhere. Seeing her standing in the center of the quad with a bunch of other cheerleaders, he took a deep breath before heading her way. High school had been a series of embarrassing boners and stuttered words when it came to her. College wasn’t much better, minus the boner issue that he’d gotten under control…mostly. Around halfway through his junior year of high school, he’d realized that the random boners that he attributed to just being a teenager were actually because of the hot guys in his classes. Like in high school, Lydia was still surrounded by pretty people, both male and female, so whatever it was that was about to happen would have a very attractive audience. Hopefully, he could get away quickly before he made too much of an ass of himself.

Unknown Number by demonicfaerie2009

Stiles has been texting his mother's number for years. He never expected someone to one day reply. Or The one where Derek has Claudia's recycled phone number.

all fucked up by endversed

You awake? Stiles sends. Yeah, comes Derek’s reply within seconds. See you in 20. Cocky fucking bastard. Stiles’ ex-boyfriend is a cocky fucking bastard. He bristles as his eyes scan the words, all too palpably smug, even in text. There is no good goddamn reason that it should have heat pooling in his stomach, his dick twitching with instant interest inside of his boxer shorts, his heart already doing stupid little somersaults at the mere thought of getting to see Derek, of getting to be near him. Regardless. He’s still out of the apartment and huddled into the backseat of a cab within minutes. Booty calling your ex-boyfriend might be a bad idea, but it's not like Stiles' heart can break any more than it has already, anyway.

in flux by endversed

"Fuck that,” Stiles says, dangerously low. “I already did the closeted jock thing in high school. Like fucking hell I’d put myself through that again.” Derek’s breath catches in his chest. Stiles is – he’s incandescent, entirely lit up with rage. He pushes back from the table swiftly, a horrible screeching noise as the legs drag against the floor. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he looks down at Derek with intense, narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry,” Derek begins to say. “Just – don’t bother, all right? I’m not interested in being your first fuck over the rainbow. You wanna hook-up with a guy, see what all the fuss is about? Go to a gay bar and pick up the first twink you see. You won’t find it hard.” “I’m not –” “Just leave me the fuck out of it.” Derek Hale is a straight college basketball star. He may need to reevaluate that first part when he meets Stiles Stilinski.

With One Touch, Everything Illuminates by EvanesDust

At the first touch of skin on skin, his world explodes with color. Stiles’s breath catches in his throat. Everything is so bright and distracting that he has no idea what to focus on first. His eyes strain with the visual assault, and he leans back against a warm, hard body while he squints up at the sunny sky. It’s so blue and pretty. He wonders if it’s the same shade of blue as his Jeep—like so many people have told him. Overwhelming is an understatement, and he wants to cry from the intensity. All his senses are in overdrive, each one vying for dominance as the bold brilliance of the world floods his vision. Cool wind caresses his face, drawing his attention to the trees dancing in the November breeze. Red, orange, and yellow leaves gracefully float toward the green grass, as if a friendly hand was gently lowering them to the ground. They make up such a beautiful carpet of vibrancy and texture, and each footfall brings a crunch that helps focus him. Once his mind calms from the onslaught, Stiles gasps softly, because if he’s seeing colors that means his knight in shining armor, the owner of those hands holding him so carefully, is his soulmate.

5 Times Stiles & Derek's Classmates Noticed They Were in a Committed Relationship and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah

In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did. “How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?

Like Notes by hazelNuts

anonymous asked, "i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au" Stiles got the first note the night before his mid-term. A post-it note was attached to his laptop screen. Go to bed. You’ll do fine.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive

"He invited you to his apartment.” “To do a lesson plan.” “Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows. “That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

It's Always Been You by charlesdk

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so. He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless. Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Open Up My Mouth and Sound Stupid by Made_Of_Stardust

"Did you see the gorgeous stenographer we got today?” “Yeah. He’s beautiful.” Derek didn’t notice the slight echo or the fact that the reporters had all frozen in their spots. When Isaac bumped him in the side with his elbow, Derek heard the telltale feedback screech of the microphone in front of him. “Dude,” Isaac said. “The mics are working now.” In the unnerving silence that followed, Isaac unnecessarily added, “Also, I was talking about the girl next to him.” Or Derek blurts out his attraction to the male stenographer at a NCAA press conference.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

"Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.” “I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning. “This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it. * When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard. Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

'Linski's Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan. Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Anything to make you smile by Oywiththepoodlesalready

In which Derek gets a new roommate whose best friend takes to practically living on their couch pretty quickly. Which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that said best friend is the same guy who's been holding Derek's table at the library hostage for the better part of a month. And, oh yeah, there's also this thing where Derek might maybe be the tiniest bit in love with him. Easy peasy.

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[overadores]

٠࣪⭑ star lover

٠࣪⭑ pairing: lara raj x reader ٠࣪⭑ about: Lara, Katseye’s stunning vocalist, lives for the stage — and for you. What starts as a passing glance at a concert spirals into a dark obsession. Behind her perfect smile hides a dangerous secret: she'll lie, stalk, and destroy anyone who gets between you and the life she’s decided you’ll share. To Lara, you’re not just a fan. You’re hers — and she’ll do anything to keep it that way. ٠࣪⭑ genre: psychological thriller, thriller, romance. ٠࣪⭑ cw: obsession, stalking, language, drugs, alcohol, kidnapping. ٠࣪⭑ wc: 2.4k words ٠࣪⭑ tune in: paparazzi by lady gaga ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i kinda copied joe's glass room where he kept hostage his lovers and also this is an open ending, y'all be the one deciding if you want y/n get killed (like beck did), or got escaped with the help of sophia lol.

You were never the type to stan a group. In fact, you thought it was pathetic—the way people threw money, time, and emotions into strangers who wouldn’t even remember their faces. After One Direction shattered your teenage heart, you swore off idols entirely. Never again, you promised yourself. Never again would you let someone you didn’t even know hurt you.

That vow lasted exactly until the moment you saw her.

It started harmlessly enough. Your sibling had another survival show playing in the living room, just background noise while you scrolled through your phone. You didn’t even look up—didn’t care—until "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blasted through the speakers and something inside you shifted. You glanced at the screen—and there she was.

Curly black hair whipping around her face, voice smooth as silk, moves sharp and dripping with confidence.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already falling.

"Who’s that?" you asked, trying and failing to sound indifferent as your pulse hammered in your ears. Your sibling smirked knowingly. "I thought you don’t stan groups anymore?"

"I can make an exception," you muttered.

And just like that, you were gone.

You streamed every episode, voted religiously, prayed to gods you didn’t even believe in just to hear her name called during the final lineup. Daniela. Your bias. Your exception. Your secret.

When they finally debuted as Katseye, you were first in line — albums, merch, concert tickets you couldn’t afford—all for a girl who didn’t even know you existed. Or so you thought.

The night of the concert, something changed.

You didn’t dress flashy. You didn’t scream. You just existed—wide-eyed, genuine, different. And Lara Raj—Katseye’s glittering main vocalist—noticed. She noticed the way you lit up the moment Daniela walked by, the gravitational pull you couldn't hide if you tried.

It should’ve ended there. Just another fan interaction. Another fleeting spark in a sea of millions.

But Lara was different.

She didn’t ask for your number. She didn’t have to. She played it smarter. Patiently, methodically, she combed through Daniela’s followers, fan accounts, tagged posts—until she found you. Your profile was public. Wide open. So beautifully reckless.

Lara smiled when she clicked ‘Follow’ on her burner account. And from that moment on, she watched.

She devoured your life one post at a time—your late-night rants, your drunken party selfies, your lonely 3AM tweets about feeling invisible. You were an open book, and Lara read every word.

The club was her idea.

You had posted a story — a shot glass, a tagged location dangerously close to the arena. It wasn’t hard to drag Manon and Daniela along under the excuse of running errands. They didn’t ask questions. They never did.

Inside, the bass thudded through her chest as Lara scanned the crowd. Sweaty bodies blurred together, but you were crystal clear—swaying, laughing, drunk enough to stumble but still devastatingly beautiful.

Lara’s throat went dry. She grabbed Daniela’s wrist and shoved her forward. "Go. Say hi," she ordered.

Daniela, sweet and oblivious, approached you with a smile that made your knees weak. Lara watched the way you lit up, the way you leaned closer instinctively. Everyone would think it was Daniela you needed. Even you.

But Lara knew better.

It wasn’t Daniela. It was her.

She slid seamlessly into the conversation with Manon in tow, pretending it was a coincidence. When your wide, disbelieving eyes met hers, Lara felt it—the click. The spark.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already hers.

After that night, Lara started seeing you everywhere. Or rather, she put herself everywhere you would be.

She watched every Weverse Live, heart pounding when your username popped up. She saved your blurry mirror selfies. Memorized your Spotify playlists. She knew your favorite drink when you were happy and when you were sad. She knew your favorite color (not just blue—a deep, tragic blue).

She knew your loneliness. She knew your craving to be seen.

And Lara? Lara saw you.

Because real love—real, consuming love—wasn’t about waiting politely. It was about claiming what was yours.

The signs started small.

She would answer your Weverse questions within seconds. Casually mention a song you had posted about just hours earlier. You chalked it up to fate. Harmless.

Because what were the odds that someone like Lara Raj would even know you existed?

You didn’t know that she was already following you. Already memorizing you.

She sat two tables behind you at your favorite cafe every Saturday morning, hidden behind a hoodie and sunglasses, sipping coffee slowly, savoring the proximity.

You never noticed.

You were too busy posting another photo of your croissant and latte. Lara smiled behind her cup.

You had no idea what real love looked like.

But you would.

The bookstore was next.

You posted about your "safe haven," and when you arrived, Lara was already there—flipping through a poetry collection she knew you loved.

You bumped into her, literally, and apologized, laughing shyly. You didn’t even recognize her—not under the hoodie and glasses.

"Maybe we were meant to meet," she said with a tilt of her head, voice low and sweet.

That night, you posted about the encounter: "Met someone today who felt like a character from a book. Strange...but nice."

Lara liked the post from her burner account, then sat back in her darkened hotel room, your photo open on her phone, thumb caressing your face through the glass.

It escalated.

You posted about a food truck festival. She was already there when you arrived.

You went to a pop-up thrift store three cities away. She found you there, flipping through vinyl records.

It was starting to feel...wrong.

But flattering too.

Because why would someone like Lara chase you?

You told yourself not to think too hard. You deserved good things.

You didn’t see the warning signs.

Until one night, during a Weverse Live, Lara laughed and said, almost casually, "You really shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked. It’s dangerous, you know."

Your heart stopped.

Because you had forgotten to lock your window that night.

You pulled away after that. Stopped posting. Stopped answering.

But Lara didn’t like that.

One night, you came home late, exhausted. You didn’t notice the faint smell of her perfume. You didn’t notice the slightly ajar closet door—until it creaked.

Your blood ran cold.

You turned—and she stepped out. Calm. Smiling.

"Hey," she said softly. "I missed you."

You backed away, heart slamming against your ribs.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you gasped.

Her smile faltered, just for a second.

"You wouldn’t answer me," she said, voice trembling—not with fear, but with rage held tightly in check. "You don’t understand. I’m the only one who truly sees you."

You ran.

But you weren’t fast enough.

She grabbed you from behind, arms iron-strong, whispering into your ear, "No more running, baby. I’m here now."

And nobody heard your screams.

Because Lara had planned this night down to the last detail.

When you woke up, the world was lavender-scented. Soft. Fake.

You were chained to a bed.

And Lara was there, sitting beside you, carrying a tray of your favorite breakfast — because she knew everything about you.

"Eat," she cooed, brushing your hair back. "I know you’re scared. But you’ll see. In time...you’ll love me."

She punished you with silence when you resisted. Rewarded you with soft touches and laughter when you obeyed. Slowly, she filled every corner of your world until you needed her to break the silence.

Until even your nightmares wore her face.

When you finally escaped—slipping through a forgotten window—you thought you had won.

You ran barefoot through the night, found a road, flagged down a car—only to find her waiting behind the wheel.

She smiled as she jabbed the needle into your neck.

"You can’t run from me," she whispered as darkness swallowed you.

You woke up back in her bed.

Back in her arms.

And this time, you understood.

There was no escape.

Not from Lara Raj.

Not from love.

Sophia had always known there was something different about Lara.

At first, she told herself it was nothing. Lara was just...private. Everyone in the group had their quirks. But lately, Lara’s absences had become impossible to ignore. Recording would finish late into the evening, their bodies sore from dance practice, and while the others collapsed into their beds with tired laughter, Lara would slip away. Unannounced. Unbothered.

Sophia noticed the first few times by accident—the quiet sound of their door clicking shut at odd hours. Midnight. Two in the morning. Then the pattern became clearer. Every night, after practice, Lara would disappear.

She tried asking casually once, a joke tossed between the bedposts. “Hey, are you meeting your secret boyfriend or something?” But Lara just laughed it off, her smile too tight, too quick to fade.

It gnawed at Sophia. The unanswered questions, the empty bed across the room, the air of secrets Lara left behind.

Until one night, Sophia couldn’t take it anymore.

She waited up, pretending to scroll through her phone as the clock ticked past one-thirty. Her eyes burned from exhaustion. Around two a.m., like clockwork, she heard it: the faint rustle of movement. Lara, slipping into a hoodie, tugging a baseball cap low over her face.

Sophia’s heart hammered in her ears as she threw on a jacket and followed, careful to leave enough distance between them.

The night was cold, the streets breathing with the quiet hum of neon signs and faraway traffic. Lara moved fast, head down, blending into the shadows. Sophia’s nerves tightly stretched with every step, her mind racing ahead. Where could she be going? A lover’s place? An underground club?

But none of her guesses prepared her for where Lara led her.

A storage facility.

The massive rows of units loomed under harsh fluorescent lights, endless and cold. Sophia hung back behind a corner, watching Lara punch in a code at one of the rusted gates. The roll-up door groaned as it lifted, just enough for her to slip inside.

Sophia hesitated.

This was insane. She should turn back. Pretend she saw nothing. But her feet moved on their own, drawn by a force stronger than her fear. Curiosity. Or maybe, something deeper. Some fragile thread tethered to Lara she couldn’t bear to snap.

She crept inside.

The air smelled of dust and oil. Corridors stretched out in every direction, endless rows of locked units. Sophia’s heart pounded louder than her footsteps. She glanced around, desperate to spot Lara—then she saw it.

An open door. A soft sliver of light spilling onto the concrete floor.

Sophia swallowed hard and edged closer.

And that’s when she saw you.

Inside a glass room.

It didn’t make sense at first—her brain scrambled to process what she was seeing. A bed, neatly made. A bookshelf lined with worn novels. A typewriter perched on a small wooden desk. And in the center of it all...you.

Alive.

Trapped.

You stirred when she knocked on the glass, your eyes fluttering open, disoriented. For a moment, hope flashed across your face—you thought she was someone else. Then your gaze met hers, panic blooming immediately. You scrambled to your feet, pressing your palms to the glass, mouthing something Sophia couldn’t hear.

Help me.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands fumbled for the door, trying to find a lock, anything—

A shadow fell across her.

"You shouldn't have followed me, Soph," came Lara's voice, low and strangely calm.

Sophia whirled around.

Lara stood behind her, arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. In the fluorescent light, she didn’t look like Lara, Sophia knew. There was something sharper about her now. Harder. The kind of sharp that could cut.

“Lara…” Sophia choked out. “What the hell is this? Who is she? Why—?”

"You weren’t supposed to see this," Lara said simply, stepping closer. “You should have just minded your own business.”

Sophia stumbled back, her mind reeling. She kept glancing between Lara and the glass prison behind her, as if it would rearrange itself into something more logical if she just blinked enough times.

"You..." Sophia’s voice broke. "You kidnapped someone?"

Lara’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it.

"It’s not like that," she said after a moment. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Then make me understand!" Sophia shouted, her hands trembling.

Lara hesitated, and for the first time that night, something flickered across her face—something close to regret.

"She’s... important," Lara said finally. "I’m protecting her."

"Protecting her?!" Sophia gestures wildly at the glass room. "She’s locked up like a goddamn zoo exhibit, Lara!"

"You don’t know what’s out there," Lara hissed. Her voice cracked at the edges, a raw desperation Sophia had never heard before. "You don’t know what they’d do to her if they found her. She’s safer here."

Sophia shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "You’re sick. You’re sick and you need help."

The words tasted like betrayal in her mouth. She wanted to take them back the second she saw how Lara flinched. How she looked, for a fleeting moment, like she was breaking too.

"You’re just like everyone else," Lara said quietly. "You look at me and you see a monster."

Sophia pressed a hand to her mouth, heart breaking in a thousand different ways. Because she didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to believe that the girl who made her laugh during rehearsals, who shared midnight snacks with her on the dorm floor, who sat beside her on long bus rides with sleepy smiles—that girl could also be capable of this.

But here they were.

The glass. The locks. The lies.

"You need to go," Lara said finally, her voice hollow. She turned away, shoulders tense with grief she didn’t bother to hide. "Before you make things worse."

Sophia staggered back a step, the weight of it all crushing her lungs.

And then she turned and ran.

It wasn’t over.

A week passed.

Sophia stayed silent, terrified, paralyzed by the choice in front of her. If she spoke, if she told someone—it could ruin Lara’s life. Their careers. Their safety. But if she said nothing...

The girl in the glass room would stay trapped.

Sleep became impossible. Food tasted like ash. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your face, wide with terror, mouthing silent cries for help.

On the seventh night, Sophia made her decision.

She waited again until two a.m., heart thrumming painfully in her ribs. She pulled on a hoodie, slid into sneakers, and crept out while the others slept.

This time, she wasn’t going to watch.

She was going to end it.

[larluce]

Merlin arrives with a baby in Camelot AU

(co-writing with @roxineedstosleep)

BASED ON THIS PROMPT >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

Chapter 3: Valiant (Part 1)

In Gaius's chambers. Merlin, who has barely slept, drags himself out of bed with dark circles under his eyes, hastily putting on his clothes. His day is just beginning, but he's already exhausted.

Gaius: (Almost at the same pace as Merlin, dressing more slowly and then putting more wood on the fire) Did you get any sleep last night?

Merlin: (Yawning) No. (points to the baby in the crib). Someone thought it was a good idea to have colic and roll a bottle across the table.

Baby: (sleeping peacefully) 😴

Merlin walks over to the table to see his list of things to do for the day. His to-do list is quite long, and the castle bells haven't even rung to welcome the day yet.

Gaius: (Looking up from his book) You can barely stand, my boy.

Merlin: (Yawning, as he prepares the bottle of milk) Uh-huh. But the prince can't seem to dress himself, and my roommate is sick. Do you think you could give her-

Gaius: (Sighs and takes the bottle) I'll do my best to look after her today; colic is common at this age. Go before Arthur gets impatient.

Time skip. At the Training Grounds. Arthur is already waiting with his arms crossed when Merlin arrives with his training gear, having already dressed him.

Arthur: (mockingly) Have you always been this slow?

Merlin: (mimicking his tone) Have you always been this helpless?

Arthur: (seriously) You can't talk to me like that.

Merlin: I'm sorry. (exaggeratedly polite tone) Have you always been helpless, my lord? (gives a small bow)

Arthur: (A smile almost forms on his face at the joke, but it soon returns to his angry expression and he throws a training pad at Merlin's head) Let's begin.

And Arthur uses him as a training dummy all morning.

Despite being overworked, Merlin gets some help from other servants who know how difficult Arthur is to deal with.

Time skip. In the laundry room.

George: (while helping Merlin wash Arthur's clothes) He wants you to quit.

Merlin: (confused) Uh?

George: The prince. He's hoping you'll either get fed up and quit, or make a mistake bad enough to get you sacked. He does the same with all his personal manservants. Although you're the first he's ever been so hard on.

Merlin: (laughs) I don't think he's forgiven me for humiliating him in front of his men. (mockingly) Or should I say his daddy's men?

George: (curious) So why aren't you doing it?

Merlin: What?

George: Quit.

Merlin: (thinking) I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. And I need to buy things for my baby. (shrugging) I just came to visit Gaius. I never planned to stay. But it doesn't hurt to have some money.

Merlin doesn't mention the baby to any of the servants. He never does. But something about the sympathetic look George gives him in response makes him suspect they might already know. And he confirms it when he asks Gwen for help with Arthur's armor.

Time skip. At Gwen's house.

Merlin: (dressed in Arthur's armor)

Gwen: (after showing Merlin how to put on the armor) I guess you know what to do with the helmet?

Merlin: (tired, but smiles at him) Yeah, yeah, that was the only bit I'd figured out.

Gwen: (laughs)

Merlin: (puts on the helmet) How come you're so much better at this than me?

Gwen: I'm the blacksmith's daughter. I know pretty much everything there is to know about armour, which is actually kind of sad.

Merlin: (impressed) No, it's brilliant! I would love for my girl— (cuts himself off, eyes widening in panic) I mean, if I had a girl, I would love for her to be interested in my interests. Yeah… (takes off his helmet and avoids Gwen's gaze) I'd better get changed now.

Gwen: (helps Merlin out of the armor and says tentatively) And how is Gaius's little patient?

Merlin: (feigning ignorance) Uh?

Gwen: The one I saw yesterday when we met. The baby.

Merlin: Oh, she is. Uhmm… (decides to repeat the lie Gaius told him to say) She's actually the daughter of a patient. Gaius and I are temporarily looking after her while her mother recovers.

Gwen: (not sounding very convinced) I see… (finishes removing Merlin's armor)

Merlin: (realizes) Wait, have you told anyone about her?

Gwen: …

Merlin: Gwen! 😠

Gwen: In my defense, I didn't know you were going to become the prince's manservant.

Merlin: (pacing) That's why everyone's been looking at me strangely. I'm sure you put them in the idea that she's my daughter! 😡

Gwen: (tries to calm him down) Merlin-

Merlin: (screams) She isn't! I wish she was, but she isn't. And even if she was, what do you all care? Huh? Why can't you just mind your own damn business?! 😤

Gwen: …

Gwen: Just out of curiosity, how much sleep did you get today?

Merlin: (sighs) 2 hours. Maybe. (feeling bad) Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you.

Gwen: It's okay. (places the disassembled armor in Merlin's arms) We servants may be gossips, but we never give each other away. We know how to keep a secret when it matters, and we protect each other. I just want you to know that.

Merlin: (smiles, grateful) I'll keep that in mind. (leaves)

Time skip. At the training grounds.

Merlin: (struggles to get the vambrace on Arthur's lower arm)

Arthur: (grumpily) You know the tournament starts today?

Merlin: Yes, sire. (Fixes the buckle on the gorget and tries to make conversation) Are you nervous?

Arthur: I don't get nervous.

Merlin: Really? I thought everyone got nervous-

Arthur: (shouting) Will you shut up?!

Merlin: (gets angry, but says nothing, grabs Arthur's cloak, ties it up, and silently hands him his helmet)

Arthur: Aren't you forgetting something?

Merlin: …

Arthur: Merlin! 😡

Merlin: (innocently) You told me to shut up, I'm just obeying your order, sire.

Arthur: My sword! 😤

Merlin: Right away. (goes to the swords and grabs one, but then puts it back and grabs another, and so on)

Arthur: (impatiently) What are you doing?!

Merlin: Choosing your sword, my lord.

Arthur: Just give me that one.

Merlin: (proceeds to draw his sword veeery slowly)

Arthur: (snatches the sword from Merlin and points it at him, threateningly) Don't think I don't know what you're doing.

Merlin: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Arthur: (enraged) I swear-

Merlin: You'd better hurry or you'll be late for your tournament, my lord.

Arthur: (fuming, but holds it together and walks quickly away)

Merlin: (smirks)

Time skip. At the tournament.

Both Arthur and Valiant win their respective matches. Not that Merlin could know, he was too busy catching up on sleep. He managed to get at least an hour of sleep before His Royal Highness nudged Merlin awake with his foot to make Merlin remove his armor.

Valiant: (Exits the arena, stops near Arthur, and bows) May I offer my congratulations on your victories today?

Arthur: (Frowns suspiciously, but nods) Likewise.

Valiant: I hope to see you at the reception this evening. (Leaves with his servant)

Merlin: (Still half asleep, half awake) Creep. It sounded like he was asking you out.

Arthur: (Shocked) Merlin!

Merlin: (Blinks) Oh, sorry. Did I say that out loud?

Arthur: (Sighs) By tomorrow you need to repair my shield, wash my tunic, clean my boots, sharpen my sword, and polish my chainmail.

Merlin: (Incredulous) Are you kidding? There's no way I can-

Arthur: First thing in the morning. (Leaves)

Merlin is left alone, noting how all the extra tasks within his duties for the next day seem to grow to exaggerated levels.

Time skip, in Gaius's Tower.

Merlin enters his room, his arms and legs feeling cramped from everything he's done since Arthur let him leave. Too tired, he casts a simple magic-blocking spell. His eyes glow gold, and as that happens, the baby teddy bear stops floating through the air and lands on the floor with some herbs and flowers.

Gaius: (enters) Good to see you all in one piece (with a caring tone) Tiring day?

Merlin: (with a tic in his eye) Tiring would be an understatement 🙃.

Gaius: I'd say it's always like this, but it's all because of the upcoming celebration.

Merlin: (bitterly) So the prince is such an idiot about the upcoming celebrations? (conjures) Daeft thaet (his eyes flash and the mess the baby's magic caused sorts itself out)

Gaius: (smacks him)

Merlin: Ow!

Gaius: What did I tell you about using magic like that? 😠

Merlin: If I could feel my arms, I would! 😠 I only have enough strength for this. (picks up his baby) How's the sweetest girl in the world? 😊 I hope you were good to Uncle Gaius!

Baby: 🥺 Boooo

Merlin: Oh! 😥 Is it because your teddy bear doesn't dance anymore? I'm so sorry, baby, but you can't do that kind of magic in here. (sniffs the diaper) Uh, looks like you're due for a change. (his eyes glow and a cloth diaper flies to him)

Gaius: If you want her not to use her magic lightly, you should set an example 😒. Especially because tomorrow-

Merlin: (ignores Gaiud while changing the baby's diaper) That's it, baby! 🤗 (picks her up again) Who pooped more solid poop today? You did, you did.

Baby: (happy babbling) 😄

Gaius: (sighs) Merlin, tomorrow-

Merlin: (still cuddling the baby) I know, tomorrow you'll be a good girl too, right, baby? Of course you will-

Gaius: (raises his voice) Merlin, tomorrow I won't be able to have the baby here!

Merlin: (turns to Gaius like a possessed doll) What? 🙂

Gaius: What I'm telling you, tomorrow there will be many injured. And all of them not only come to the medical tents after competing, but they also have to stay here if necessary.

Merlin: But that's terrible! 😣 Where will I and the baby rest? There's barely any room here! …. How am I going to hide the baby?! 😰

Baby: ☹️

Gaius: (seeing the baby getting nervous) Merlin-

Merlin: The servants already know about her, now the other knights will too-

Baby: 🥺

Gaius: Merlin-

Merlin: And they'll throw me out! And we won't be able to stay here-

Baby: 😢

Gaius: MERLIN!

Merlin: (shuts up)

Baby: (burst out crying and a couple of vials break) 😭

Gaius: Don't worry, I already have a plan. We'll take turns looking after the baby, and if anyone asks, we'll say she's the daughter of one of my patients from the citadel, like always. No one will suspect.

Merlin: 🫠 You could've started with that.

Gaius: And you could need some sleep.

Time skip. The next day at the armory.

Merlin: (enters with the baby in a baby sling, muttering) Taking care of a baby with uncontrolled magic while I have to attend to an arrogant prince of a sorcerer-hunting kingdom in a place full of sharp and pointed weapons. Nothing can go wrong with that idea, right? (yawns) I'm so sleepy.

Baby: (looks around curiously)

A hiss is heard.

Merlin: (turns to the sound) Hello? Is anyone there? (Shrugs and bends down to pick up Arthur's armor)

Baby: (close to Valiant's shield, makes graby hands to the drawing of snakes, delighted with the animals) 😃

In reaction to the baby's involuntary magic, the snakes emerge from the shield, hissing loudly.

Merlin: (frightened, screams and instinctively backs away, falling on his back and protecting the baby with his body) Ahhh! What the fuck! 😨 (When he looks back at the shield, the snakes are gone)

Valiant: (who entered a moment ago, draws his sword to threaten Merlin, believing himself exposed)

Merlin: (blinks, confused, and rubs his eyes) I really need to sleep. I'm starting to see things. (gets up)

Valiant: (lets out a sigh of relief and puts his sword away)

Baby: (scared, not by the snakes or the fall, but by Valiant's presence, bursts into tears) 🥺😭.

Merlin: (concerned, takes her out of the sling and rocks her) Oh, sorry, baby. Did I scare you? I'm sorry.

Valiant: You shouldn't be with a baby in here.

Merlin: (puts the baby back in the sling and gathers Arthur's armor, too tired and worried about the still-crying baby to worry about Valiant) Tell that to that idiot I have for master. (Yawns and leaves)

Valiant: …

Time skip. Merlin, still trying to calm the baby's crying, bumps into George in a corridor.

Merlin: (exalted, very quickly) She's the daughter of one of Gaius's patients!

George: (laughs softly) I didn't ask. But yes, I know, you've told everyone. Where are you going?

Merlin: I have to get Arthur ready for-

George: What?! 😨 You're going to attend to him with the baby?! Do you want him to kill you?

Merlin: (whines, stressed) I have no choice. Gaius is busy, and I have no one else to take care of her.

Baby: (cries louder) 😭 (the baby's magic flutters ornaments around)

Merlin: (panicked) No, no, no! Baby, please stop crying, please. (Almost on the verge of tears too)

George: (Pitying him) Let me take care of her. (Takes the baby)

Merlin: (Panics even more, afraid that George will notice the baby's magic, about to throw away Arthur's armor to take her back) No, wait!

George: (Recites a lullaby while rocking the baby; which means he doesn't sing, just says the lyrics in a monotone) Lullay, my liking, my dear son, my sweeting. Lullay, my dear heart, my own dear darling. Lullay, lullay, lullay. 😐

Baby: (Falls asleep as soon as George settles her in his arms) 😴. (And the decorations stop waving)

Merlin: …

Merlin: How did you do that?! 😱

George: (shrugs) I don't know, but I have five little brothers, and my mom always gave them to me when they cried a lot as babies, and when I talked to them, they fell asleep. I guess my voice calmed them.

Merlin: (thinking) I think it actually bored them… (says, very relieved) Thanks a lot, George! Keep her asleep and only wake her up to give her milk, okay? Gaius can tell you where he keeps the milk and when to give it to her. (starts to walk away briskly)

George: (calls out) After the fight, there's a shooting match. The prince almost never attends those, so you can rest.

Merlin: Thanks! (finishes leaving)

Time skip. In Arthur's chambers.

Merlin: (enters)

Arthur: You're late. 😒

Merlin: (tired voice) I know. (abruptly places the armor on the table)

Arthur: (scolding) Be careful with that!

Merlin: It's steel, it won't break. (lifts the chain mail) Raise your arms.

Arthur: You can't talk to me- 😠

Merlin: Your Royal Highness, please do me the honor of raising your arms. 🙄

Arthur: Better. (Raises his arms)

Merlin: (puts Arthur on his armor) Your helmet. (places the helmet on Arthur's arm)

Arthur: (looks at Merlin's work) At least you didn't forget anything this time. Let's go. (leaves)

Merlin: (follows, shuffling)

Time skip. After the match.

Merlin: (asleep in some hidden corner) 😴

Arthur: (finds him) There you are! Lazing around as usual 😡 (kicks him)

Merlin: (more asleep than awake, mutters) Yes, yes, I'll go give the baby some milk.

Arthur: What are you talking about? Get up! (kicks him again)

Merlin: (opens his eyes) Uhm… What happened?

Arthur: Asleep again? I need you to get me my bow and arrow, now!

Merlin: (confused, still stretching) What for?

Arthur: What do you mean, what for? To participate in the shooting competition!

Merlin: B-but… I thought you never-

Arthur: That's the rub. A good servant doesn't think, he obeys. What are you waiting for? Go! (kicks him again)

Merlin: Ow! Alright, alright I'm coming. (gets up reluctantly, thinking) He had to have urge to brag about his aim today of all days. 😓

And it turned out that the boastful prince not only wanted to participate in the shooting competition, but in all the day's activities. And Arthur, to not lose sight of his servant again, doesn't let Merlin leave his side. Merlin's eyelids are heavy, and his thighs are cramping from standing for too long. He's too tired.

Time skip. At the evening reception. All the competing knights (uninjured) are chatting happily.

Merlin: (with dark circles under his red eyes) Anything else you'd like, sire?

Arthur: (now out of his armor, cool as a cucumber) No, I don't think so. I'm already a bit tired. I think I'll have some rest.

Merlin: (his eye ticing) Really? You? Tired, sire?

Arthur: Yes, you may leave.

Merlin: (forces a polite smile) Thank you, my lord. (turns away)

Arthur: Oh, Merlin. I want-

Merlin: (turns to him and explodes, yelling) WHAT?! WHAT ELSE DOES YOUR GREATEST HIGHNESS WANT ME TO DO?! 😡 To undress you and tuck you in for bed?! To feed you in the mouth? To wipe your ass?! 😤

Knights around: (gasp) 😨😨😨😨😨😨

Arthur: (surprised Pikachu face) Uh… 😦

Merlin: For all the gods! Are you really so useless that you can't do anything by yourself? Can't you take care of yourself at all? Don't you have hands? I swear I've seen one-year-old babies and crippled men more self-sufficient than you! Merlin clean this, Merlin fetch that, Merlin hop on one foot and then do a somersault in the air! Leave me alone! I'm exhausted! I want to sleep! 😡(leaves, stomping)

Knights around: …

Arthur: …

Morgana: (holding back a laugh) I like him.

Time skip. In Gaius's Tower.

Merlin: (enters)

Gaius: (carrying the baby) Merlin! How could you leave the baby with- 😠

Merlin: (sharply) Not now. (smiles softly at the baby and kisses her forehead) Good night, baby. (goes to his room)

Gaius: Merlin! 😡

And Merlin falls dead onto his bed, not thinking about the consequences of his outburst… and which he would probably face the next day.

BASED ON THIS PROMPT >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

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UHHH! Merlin really messed up, didn't he? What do you think will happen to him?

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[seaborgium-dazies]

Are requests open? I can’t tell cause it says love letter, so if not you can ignore this! Buttttt if they are…

May I have Kirishima, Iida, Todoroki and Midoriya (you can add all them if you want I just like those 4 the best lol) with a reader who was gone for a bit, maybe they were in another country due to family drama or someone died so they’ve been gone for a couple months, and reader surprises them one day without telling them they’re back???

I love you’re writing by the way, so beautiful

Waiting here for you to come back around

Aweeee thank you so much!!! I hope you enjoy this anon! <3 Seeing mha boys after being apart for a while because of family stuff cw: mutual pining; fluff; no established relationship but something better (mutual crushes ayeee) 🌊: deku, iida, kirishima, shoto

Deku:

Deku was deep in thought, analyzing a quirk he saw earlier when he heard a familiar knocking pattern. As soon as he recognized it he bolted to the door. You would've expected the door to be ripped out of it's hinges with the force deku put into his swing.

"Y/N!"

Deku was beaming and upon seeing you standing in front of his door with a sheepish grin he embraced you in an enthusiastic hug.

"Izuku!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the adorable display of just how much he had missed you. That hug of his nearly knocked the air out of your lungs. He seemed to realize the gravity of his actions only after he pulled away.

He scratched his neck as he bashfully explained.

"Sorry ... I've just been a little worried about you, come right in".

So you took him up on his invitation, spending the rest of the evening talking about any and everything. Satiating Izukus curiosity and getting anything heavy off of your chest.

Mid sentence you noticed a tall stack of papers on his desk and you couldn't help but give izuku a questioning look.

"Ah, yes I almost forgot! These are for you; the notes from the classes you missed! I even color coded it after your system to make it easier to catch up-"

In that moment you really had no idea what you had done to deserve such a beautiful and kind soul. Thinking about you even when you were so far away. And going as far as inconveniencing himself every day while not knowing when you would come back. It brought tears to your eyes and a strange warmth to your chest.

Iida:

Iida sighed in frustration as another one of his text messages went through. No answer from you. How irresponsible can one even be?! He massaged his temples before writing out another stern text.

He was so fired up that he was already hearing things. Iida rolled his eyes at himself for imagining the characteristic ping of your phone when it receives a text message. And just as he was about to put his phone down to collect himself he heard another one... Did that come from the hallway?

He swiftly opened the door to his dorm to reveal you standing there with your hand already in a knocking motion. Instead of going through with the knock you reverted to small jazz hands and a meek

"Surprise?"

Iida called out your name and immediately embraced you in a bear hug. But he pulled away after a couple of moments to give you a piece of his mind.

"What are you doing here y/n? And why haven't you been responding to my messages? What were you thinking?! It's extremely reckless and unsafe to do such things!-"

And even though iida went on a detailed lecture about not keeping him in the loop you could see in the pink of his cheeks and the way his hands were gesturing more wildly than usual, that he really just wanted to reprimand you because he missed you so much.

But you knew just how to make it up to him. Mid sentence you pulled one of iidas favorite snacks out of your backpack, this time in a limited edition flavor which was unavailable in japan. That got him to abandon his scolding to marvel at the package you were holding out to him.

He grabbed you by the wrist as he dragged you into his room for you to try the new candy together. You knew that iida would let go of any petty words now since your temporary absence had one upside.

And even though iida blamed his forgiveness on the joy about his favorite candy of all time, in reality he couldn't handle the fact that even when you were in such a difficult situation you remembered what his favorite candy was and even went out of your way just to make him a little happier. His rosy cheeks betrayed him though.

You still weren't in the clear after that because iida demanded that you talk about the situation with him for your own good; so your mental health and school performance won't suffer.

Todoroki:

"It's open"

Shoto's neutral voice made you grin, but opening his dorm door while holding something heavy was kind of a challenge. So mid struggle the door was opened by shoto himself, revealing you with a giant bag of fruit in your arms.

"Y/n?" Shoto's voice betrayed him, the positive surprise apparent. But Shoto took you down a couple pegs as he observed

"You look rough".

Without waiting for an answer he took the heavy bag out of your arms and before you could tell him that they were for him he asked you

"How was travel? When did you get back?"

"Hello to you too Shoto"

You walked into his dorm room before continuing

"Everything was fine, the whole experience was just rather exhausting"

You had been a little anxious because shoto hadn't been messaging you that much while you were away although you knew that it just wasn't his style to text lots. The truth was that he wanted to give you space because he was sure that if you wanted to talk about it you would reach out.

He was more than glad that you were here now and although he enjoyed the souvenir you brought him, it didn't measure up to the joy he felt to see you again. He practically had to restrain himself because his hands were drifting towards yours all the time. So even if he didn't explicitly tell you how much he missed you, it was clear as day.

Kirishima:

Kirishima was biting the inside of his cheek while staring at the message he last sent you. It was left on delivered and he couldn't help but be worried sick. The whole situation you were in worried him to hell and back.

Leaving in a hurry seemed terrible enough but bad cell service and cryptic sad messages? He felt as if he was trapped in the ninth circle of overthinking hell. Did you eat enough? Drink enough? Did you family give you a hard time?

Speaking- or rather thinking- of the devil he heard you calling out his name from outside of his dorm room.

Kirishima opened his door in record time and upon seeing you he opened his arms which such élan it made you wince. You braced yourself for impact but were met with the most gentle bear hug imaginable instead.

As if Kirishima had sensed exactly what you needed you melted into his warm embrace like butter on top of pancakes. He released you out of his grip after what felt like ages, both of you grinning from ear to ear.

He invited you in and after catching up you spotted a little figurine on his desk that you never saw before.

"Oooh who got you this?"

You took the small figurine into your hands. It was a baby chick with a cute pink ribbon and a blue flower on its head - the craftsmanship was insane and it must've been expensive. The thought of some girl gifting this to him made jealousy well up in your chest. But before you could get the wrong ideas he explained,

"Uhm.. It's actually for you... I saw it and it reminded me of you so I just thought I'd get it in case you were feeling bummed after returning."

"Awww wait, really?"

And as Kirishima saw a hot pink blush spreading from your shoulders to the tips of your ears he thanked the heavens that you safely returned to him.

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