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longagoitwastuesday · 2 years ago
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I think Kline's Cyrano was often too funny in emotionally charged scenes, yes, but I adored how he was particularly vicious, rurthless and violent at times when crossed. The mix of being fun yet terrible worked so well. The way Cyrano says, smiling, the "Even if you possessed the words and wit / I'd never let you get away with it" line encompassed that perfectly.
#The way he doesn't slap but full on hits the musketeer against the table?#How he cuts Valvert's nose in what was a gesture that brought to mind that he was cutting it off?#Oh I love those bits#As @theimpossiblescheme told me‚ this Cyrano felt often sardonically jaded and that was such an interesting take on the character#Truly this production was brilliant in some regards. It had very good ideas at times#I talk too much#I should probably delete this later#Cyrano de Bergerac#Oh I forgot to mention at a certain point when Cyrano was going on about how unlovable he was due to his ugliness#I was like 'I'm not buying this'#And in part it was due to Kline's age. I'm sorry sir but you're like what? Sixty? And you look like that#And are super fit. I wish I were able to climb a tree like that#And the nose wasn't even ugly. They gave him a pretty nose#If he were young as he is supposed to be I'd buy it. He's in his early to mid twenties. In his twenties to be broad. He's an idiot. Okay#But by Kline's age he'd surely have gotten a bit over the nose enough to idk#acknowledge that even Cyrano's charm aside he is quite fit and pretty for a man his age?#And he's saying all that virtually in front of that Ragueneau that seemed to have been characterised as particularly ugly#I'm sorry but I'm not buying it#And yes yes Cyrano is all about how he's charming and attractive due to his personality#and yet doesn't realise he is because of being obsessed with the body#But like... I'd sign for looking like him NOW go figure at 60 lol
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thef1diary · 10 months ago
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The house felt too empty, too quiet.
Isabella has been at her father's house for the past week and you missed her dearly. So, you had to find new hobbies to pass the time. You should've been used to the days she isn't home but you still aren't.
A new addition to your routine was your newfound hobby; watching Formula One races, or more so, watching Max race.
You would've been a fan even if you didn't know him personally, purely based on his driver skills, but that little detail made every moment of the race a tad bit more special. Your eyes would always try to find him on the track with the others, which he was in front of, leading.
You even found out that you could watch an on-board camera for a specific driver while watching the main race screen as well. It was very obvious whose camera feed you chose to watch.
This was the first time you watched the race after coming back from The Netherlands, mainly because it's only been a week since.
Though it wasn't fun watching the race without Isabella, or more like without her own added commentary.
Fortunately, Isabella's father would be dropping her off today. Until then, you had to find a way to pass the time.
Picking up your phone, your finger hovered over Max's contact. The last time you spoke was yesterday, when you congratulated him for the win over text.
You caught up on your pending work, meeting clients, writing up contracts, and even began designing the floor plans. One of the perks of working as a freelance interior designer, was that you could complete it at your own pace. The downside, however, was once you were done, you didn't really have anything else to do.
You worked for a few hours today, so your little break where you contemplated to call Max was well earned.
But before you could decide whether or not you wanted to call him, your phone rang with a call from him.
You quickly answered, greeting him with, "I was just about to call you, but I thought it'd be too late for you." You remembered that even though it was daytime for you, it was nighttime for him.
Max hummed, "too late? Oh wait, you're right, it's well past midnight." You furrowed your brow as his response confused you, but you didn't comment on it.
"So, what's up?" You asked, wanting to know why he called.
"You actually left something when you came to the race, and I kept forgetting to mention it, but I was thinking of sending it back to you as a package," Max explained, and you began to wonder what you had left behind.
"Yeah, sure that's fine, I actually have no idea when I'm going to see you again either." You shut your eyes tightly as you regretted the words as soon as you spoke them. "I mean—" you tried to explain but he cut you off, "I know what you mean and you're not wrong,"
You told him your address for the package, still wondering what you left behind, but dismissed the thought once you heard some noises on the other end. Specifically, noises that would indicate a person is outside, such as traffic.
"Max, are you outside?" You asked, wondering what he'd be doing out at this hour. "What no! Hold on, can I call you back in a bit?" He didn't wait for your response, just hung up the call.
You held your phone in front of you, looking at the dark screen as if it would give you any answers, but as excepted, it didn't. Then, you dropped the thought or at least tried to since Max did say he'll call you back.
You made yourself an iced coffee before falling into the depths of online shopping. Before you could decide on buying anything, the doorbell interrupted you.
"Max" you gasped as you opened the door, seeing him standing on the other side, holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. "Hi," he grinned, eyes taking in your presence since it had been too long since he last saw you.
"You lied about the package," you commented though there wasn't any malice behind your words. "Consider me as the thing you forgot?"
You chuckled at his words but it quickly became quiet as you finally realized that he was truly standing in front of you. "Please tell me you have a work thing here and you're just stopping by because you were in the area?"
"I could tell you that, but it would be a lie," he shrugged. You hesitated before asking the next question, "and the truth is?"
"I just wanted to see you and Isabella again." Either he didn't realize the weight behind his words or he chose to ignore it but you stood there, holding the door, in surprise.
"And now I'm realizing it probably wasn't a good idea to drop by without asking you," Max's words lacked confidence but you quickly shook your head. "No, it's just that you keep surprising me by standing on the other side of the door," then you smiled and added, "this time it happens to be in a different country."
Again, he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but if he was able to hear the thoughts running through your mind, he'd know that this was a big deal to you. In the best way possible.
"So, can I come in?" He asked, as he was just idly standing by the door. "Oh yes, sorry."
He passed the flowers to you once he was inside. "I didn't know which flowers you like, but this seemed fitting," he explained the reason behind the sunflowers.
You wanted to ask why, but you held back because in the few weeks you've known Max, he always manages to say something that leaves you speechless.
"It's perfect, thank you. I think I have a vase lying around somewhere." You found one in the back of a cabinet next to your kitchen, and started filling it with water.
Max stood across from you and commented, "that vase should never be left empty."
You chuckled, more at the thought of the vase being full than his words. "It has been empty more often than not."
Although it was just a simple back and forth conversation, Max made a mental note to try and never let it be empty for as long as he knows you. Which he hopes would be a long, long time.
Max looked around the house, noticing a lack of a little ball of energy. "Where's Isabella?"
"At Tyler's. He'll drop her off in about an hour." Once you set up the flowers, you paused, realizing you have to make lunch for Isabella but you didn't want Max to think that you didn't want him here.
"Everything okay?" He asked, always noticing everything. "Yeah, I have to make lunch for Isabella." You didn't know what reaction you expected but it definitely wasn't a laugh.
Max stepped closer to you, rounding the kitchen island that was in between you two. "If you think you have to entertain me as a guest, who by the way showed up unexpectedly, I'm going to think you don't consider me a friend."
You broke out into a smile, realizing that you overthought the small situation. "I do consider you a friend, otherwise I wouldn't have ranted on and on about my job."
"I will say though, if you're making lunch, I want some too," Max added with a sheepish smile. "Isabella's lunch entails a homemade pizza and fries—made with freshly cut potatoes—because that's all she wants to eat every time she comes home."
"Fair enough, let's make extras for all of us," Max began rolling up his sleeves and washed his hands in preparation.
You couldn't help but laugh, "Max, what are you doing?" He looked at you as if his actions were obvious, "I'm going to help you. Did you think I was going to let you make lunch all by yourself?"
There he goes, leaving you speechless. You shut your mouth because you couldn't find a response, and began taking out the ingredients. "Just a warning though, you're gonna have to tell me what to do because I'm not the best chef," Max stated.
"It's okay, you can be my assistant," you responded which made him raise his eyebrows, "assistant huh? I like the sound of that."
You paused, looking at him with a playful glower before both of you broke out into laughter.
You passed him the potatoes after rinsing them, tasking him to peel and cut into strips to make french fries.
Although he didn't notice, you might've stopped a few times while kneading the dough to look at him. Unbeknownst to you, he did the same when you weren't looking either.
"So does Isabella go to her dad's often?" Max asked after a moment of silence. "Sometimes it's every other week, other times it's only a weekend per month," you explained.
Max had loads of questions about Tyler, but he was content in knowing only what you were willing to tell him. This time, you didn't continue the conversation about your ex, and Max understood that you didn't want to talk about it.
The topic was forgotten as soon as you accidentally smeared pizza sauce across your face. You truly had no idea how it got there, but only realized when Max brushed his fingers against your cheek to wipe it away.
However, he only smeared it further. He couldn't control his laughter as it spread and that prompted you to wipe it from your cheek and smear it on his.
He glared at you but it only lasted a millisecond as he grabbed a handful of dry flour. "Max," you warned, stepping backwards in an attempt to get away from him.
You didn't get far as his arm found its away around your waist to pull you back and hold you still. Then, he dumped the flour on your face, adding to the remnants of the sauce.
Your hands pressed against his chest to push him away but it was a useless attempt since he had you cornered against the counter so you had nowhere to go.
You spluttered since a bit of the flour got in your mouth and Max laughed at you. Then, you did the only thing you could think of. Grabbing Max's face, you rubbed your cheek dusted with flour and sauce against his. Now it was even.
Once the laughter died down, both of you noticed how close you were standing. Max couldn't back away because of your palms on his cheek and on the nape of his neck.
Your eyes widened slightly at the realization and you quickly dropped your hands so he could move. Max took a second too long to process that you weren't holding him anymore, before he created more space between you two.
Then, you noticed the time, "shit she'll be here in twenty minutes."
"You should go change, I'll take care of the rest," Max suggested and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "you're going to take care of it?"
He nodded like it wasn't a big deal. "You're the one who said you're not a good chef," you spoke with a teasing smile.
"I said I'm not the best chef, I can be a good chef," he reasoned and you couldn't argue with that logic. "Fine, as long as you don't burn my house down."
"I'll try," you heard him as you went upstairs to your room.
"He got me flowers," you muttered to yourself as you picked out a clean outfit. "He fucking got me flowers." The realization hit you hard, more so because you loved sunflowers, and he just happened to randomly guess the right bouquet. Which was something your ex could never do right even after you told him, mainly because he preferred roses and only bought you roses.
"It seemed fitting," you repeated his words, "Max, why do you have to be so nice?" You asked rhetorically as of course he wasn't there to answer.
You hurriedly went downstairs after washing up and changing to see whether Max had done anything wrong. Perhaps if he was a lousy chef, you'd have one complaint about him. So far, you have liked everything about him.
Fortunately, nothing smelt burnt, and nothing was broken. When you spotted him, he was frying the French fries.
You paused in your tracks, and took a good look at him so you could remember this moment later. Max looked very comfortable in your kitchen, in your house, as if it wasn't his first time. You hoped it wouldn't be the last.
"Looks like everything's fine here," you commented and he turned to look at you with a smile, "no burnt houses," he shrugged.
"The pizza still has a few minutes to go, and the fries are all done," he spoke as he gestured with his hands, but when he looked at you again, you had a stupid smile on your face.
"What?" That made your smile widen, "nothing, just, thank you for helping me."
"Always," he responded, already planning that he'll be around as long as you wanted him to be.
The doorbell rang, interrupting your peace but you were beyond excited to open the door and greet your daughter. Isabella definitely got the habit of being overly excited from you.
However, when you opened the door you saw Isabella standing beside Tyler with a frown on her face. "Hi angel, did you have fun?" You crouched down and ruffled her hair.
"Can I go inside, mama?" Her timid voice surprised you as she would usually answer that question happily. "Sure, sweetheart, I'll be there in a minute."
You watched her head inside before you stood up, closing the door behind you so Isabella wouldn't hear your conversation and faced your ex, "what happened?"
He scoffed, "nothing happened, I just told her that I won't be able to see her again as planned because I'm flying out of the country."
"Another business trip?" You asked and he nodded. "She usually doesn't get this upset any other time you cancel, did something else happen?"
"You know how she is, overdramatic," Tyler casually shrugged and that word ticked you off. "Don't you dare call my daughter overdramatic," you pointed at him harshly.
"Oh so now she's your daughter? Isabella gets upset easily, you know this."
"I do not want to hear you say that word again to describe her, I've heard it enough from you when we were together. Now tell me what happened."
Tyler sighed, and for a moment he thought about saying that Isabella was just like her mother, like you, but he didn't want to waste any extra time being around you.
"I introduced her to Emma," he stated as if it would explain everything but you furrowed your brows in confusion. "Who?"
"My girlfriend. Isabella noticed her around the house a few times so I thought it would be a good idea to introduce her," he explained and you were about to interrupt but he kept going. "I don't know if Isabella doesn't like her, but she's been in that mood ever since."
"Tyler, she has only seen us together, so of course if you introduce her to someone else, it'll take time for her to get used to it," you decided to explain in a calm manner.
"You don't have an issue with my girlfriend?" He asked and you raised your brows, "why would I? It's not my business unless it involves Isabella."
He shrugged, then laughed at his thought before saying it out loud, "well I hope that you don't have an issue explaining dating to her, that is, if you ever start dating again."
"My dating life is none of your business. Don't you have somewhere to be? Perhaps back to Emma?"
"Alright, I'll text you when I'm back in the country," he stated and turned around to leave but paused as he saw a new car in the driveway that he knew didn't belong to you.
"Whose car is that?" You laughed at his need to always be all up in your business, "goodbye, Tyler."
You entered the house with a sigh but the sight in front of you warmed your heart, making you forget all about the conversation with your ex.
Max was crouched down onto his knees to be at eye level with Isabella, who had two arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug.
When Max heard the door close, he opened his eyes and saw you. He removed one hand that was resting on Isabella's back and gestured for you to come closer.
Understanding his silent gesture, you crouched down right behind your daughter and wrapped her in a hug as well, so she was sandwiched between you and Max.
You placed loads of kisses on her cheeks until she started giggling. Isabella let go of Max and turned to face you, "mama, you didn't tell me that Maxy was here!" Just like that, her mood was drastically different from when she first arrived at the doorstep.
"He surprised me too, angel," you spoke as your gaze shifted to Max.
"Did you watch him race yesterday?" You asked Isabella, but her mood dropped again. "No mama, daddy was busy."
"It's okay, you can watch the next one with your mama," Max spoke, and Isabella nodded in agreement. "Okay!"
Then Max gasped, "the pizza!" He quickly rushed towards the oven to check on it, making you and Isabella laugh.
"Maxy made pizza?" She asked as she sat up on one of the barstools, which also happens to be her favourite place to eat even if you have a dining table.
"Maxy and mama made pizza," Max corrected, as he watched you cut it into slices.
"Are you ready for school?" Max asked once all of you began eating. You and Max also sat up on the barstools beside Isabella.
"No." She simply stated. Max frowned, "why not?"
"It's a big school, it's scary." Her words made you frown, "but you're a big girl too now."
"How about we go shopping tomorrow? Buy a new bag, more school supplies, and anything you want," Max suggested and this time you didn't stop him.
You already had a plan to take her shopping tomorrow, mainly because you already knew that Tyler didn't or else she would’ve been beaming about it.
"Even the glittery clips?" Isabella asks with a bright smile on her face, making Max chuckle, "yes even the glittery clips"
"Oh what about ice cream?" Isabella asked, and this time you watched Max become the victim of her pout and big round eyes. He looked at you for help, but you pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh.
"Yes, we can get ice cream too," he gave in making Isabella cheer.
"Alright, angel, finish your food." You gestured to her plate and she quickly obliged, stuffing her face with pizza and fries.
You were glad that Max was here, able to instantly uplift Isabella's mood. However you couldn't help but think about Tyler's words.
You never thought about dating again ever since you broke up with your ex, especially since Isabella was a baby and almost always with you.
But now that she was older, beginning to understand relationships, you thought about her reaction if you ever introduced her to someone you wanted to date.
Plus, you never met anyone that would make you debate the decision of whether to start dating again or not, that was until you met Max.
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rafesangelita · 6 months ago
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hi angel! i love your work so much and fell in love with bambi!reader, so i was hoping you could write something for me ^_^
can you pls pls pls write bambi!reader comforting rafe after he gets into it with ward? i feel like she’d know exactly how to comfort himmm (pure fluff pls, i read too much smut lmaooo)
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warnings: ward cameron, arguing, shouting, a little bit of physical violence, poor rafe who deserves so much better, mention of murder (i’m not referencing peterkin), fluff, soft petting, words of affirmation
a/n: aww bambi!reader has been getting so much love, it makes my heart happy to know that you enjoy the works that she’s in <3
“you had one job, rafe.. one!” ward had been shouting at rafe for nearly an hour already, his face flush with anger. “you really have a way of fucking things up, huh? i should put a caution sign on your forehead.” rafe’s fist clenched as he listened to his father, trying his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest with every word that ward spat.
“i already told you that i couldn’t close out the business accounts and wire the money to a different one. apparently i’m not next in line to own cameron development anymore. ‘you know something about that?” rafe was in disbelief when he had to find out from a service representative that his own father took him off of the family business, something that he worked hard all these years for in order to prove he was worthy of running.
ward froze. he had forgotten about that. “were you ever gonna tell me, or were you just gonna be a coward about it?” rafe stood up, towering over his father with that crazy look in his eyes. “what you forgot to do before you faked your own death instead of facing your problems like a man, was take my name off of the inheritance of tanneyhill.” he laughed, “i own this shit now.” rafe stepped closer, backing ward into the wall. “get out of my house.” ward was seething, his hand coming up to fist rafe’s shirt.
“your house? i’m the one who worked like a dog to get us here.” ward said through gritted teeth, shoving rafe in his chest. rafe stumbled, scoffing out a laugh as he then pushed his father. “worked like a dog to get us here but you were more than willing to leave me here while you start a new life in fuckin’ guadeloupe.” rafe fought to keep his emotions at bay.
“leave. and don’t ever come back.” ward’s chest was rising and falling, both him and rafe glaring at one another. “you’re cut off. good luck keeping up with this place on your own.” ward smiled bitterly. “cut off?” rafe narrowed his eyes, “i’ve been cut off, dad. i haven’t used a cent of yours since i was nineteen. all this time i’ve been making money my own way, and a lot of it too. ‘seems like your old man brain forgot about that.” rafe nudged ward as he walked past, his father following him out of the master bedroom.
“i’m leaving. when i come back i want you out of here,” rafe grabbed his truck keys, his skin on fire as he looked up the staircase, “and by the way, asshole, i’m not by myself. i got the prettiest girl on the island on my arm everywhere i go.” ward watched as his son walked out the front door. rafe was seeing red the whole time he drove to your house, cursing under his breath as he recalled his father’s words.
“the fucking nerve that guy has.” he punched the steering wheel, nostrils flaring as tears pricked at his eyes. he was the only one who was there to take care of things when ward was ‘gone’. even going as far as committing crimes so his father wouldn’t face any kind of scrutiny. yet, there he was telling him that he was a fuck up.
rafe spent the next five minutes mumbling to himself, his hands shaking as he parked outside your driveway. you were curled up on the porch swing, an open book in your lap when he walked up the stone path. all it took was one look at your boyfriend to have you scrambling up from your seat, eager to soothe him in any way you can. “oh, ray, what’s wrong?” you guided him inside, locking the door shut before both of you made your way up to your room.
“it’s ward. he came back just to tell me shit about not closing the bank accounts under cameron development.” you knew all about rafe’s conflict with his father. from the way he favored everyone else over his eldest, to the constant nagging and insults. sitting rafe down on the edge of your bed, you couldn’t help the way your heart sunk at the sight of defeat in his shoulders, his eyes void of any emotion.
slipping his shoes off, you took your usual seat in his lap, stroking the outline of his jaw as he vented. “i’ll never be good enough for him. i killed for him goddamit, and what do i get in return? ‘i should put a caution sign on your forehead.’ rafe imitated ward’s voice from earlier. you blinked, pecking his cheek. “you’re an amazing son, rafe. shame on him for not recognizing that.” rafe stared up at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
you were the only one that looked at him with pure adoration, the only one who made him feel like he had a purpose. “i think you’re amazing, rafe. you don’t sit around, waiting to get things done, you’re so helpful, and so, so kind— to me.” he chuckled at the clarification, rubbing a large hand over your knee. “you think so?” he leaned his head against your chest, your arms coming up to hold him. “i know so.” you sighed, breathing in his scent.
“wanna be little spoon tonight?” your voice alone made him relax, his eyes fluttering shut.
“..yeah.”
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lateatnewyork · 5 months ago
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CAN'T A GIRL APPRECIATE HER BOYFRIEND? 001
pairing: oscar piastri x hamilton!reader (briefly mentioned)
summary: yn is not afraid of being horny on main for her boyfriend.
extra information: - (this is js a funny one)
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liked by ynhamilton, scuderiaferrari and 380,487 others oscar piastri and lando norris in the ice bath ! view comments
ynhamilton THAT JAWLINE OH MA GAWD ➥ ynhamilton cut me with your jawline pls ➥ zakbrown yn pls refrain from injuring our driver or yourself user08 i made it before yn ?! ➥ ynhamilton no you didnt try harder averagef1lover waiting to see yn's unhinged comments landonorris i look so good 🤭 ➥ ynhamilton oscar looks better🤤 ➥ landonorris 🫠 danielriccardo how did u get oscar in there ➥ mclaren rubber ducks 😓 ynhamilton i literally love you oscar jack piastri ➥ oscarpiastri i love you too yn hamilton
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liked by susiewolff, alexanderasaintmleux and 508,983 others hey baby run him off the track pls?? ill give u head view comments
user09 YN THIS IS CRAZY??!! totowolff zakbrown please tell your driver not to listen to his crazy girlfriend ➥ zakbrown no ➥ ynhamilton susiewolff HE CALLED ME CRAZY ➥ susiewolff toto you're sleeping on the couch ➥ totowolff WHAT ➥ georgerussell LMAO alexalbon yn this is another stage of wildness logansargeant THIS IS SO OUT OF POCKET fernandoalonso what is 'head'? ➥ ynhamilton FERNANDO LOOK AWAY maxverstappen finally we agree on something oscarpiastri babe i cant do that (promise?) ➥ ynhamilton promise 🫶 averagef1lover poor lewis doesnt even know he bouta get run off the track ➥ oscarpiastri i wont actually do it ➥ ynhamilton 🤨
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liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe and 537,482 others oh he definitely got head for that 🤭 view comments
lewishamilton YN WTF ➥ ynhamilton WHYD U UNBLOCK ME ➥ lewishamilton COS I FELT BAD ➥ ynhamilton mum told you to didnt she ➥ lewishamilton yeah .. oscarpiastri ur so pretty ➥ ynhamilton I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OSCAR PIASTRI liked by oscarpiastri and 5089 others landonorris ok but the middle photo lowk ate ➥ ynhamilton thank u for appreciating my photography skills ➥ landonorris your welcome alexalbon oh! ➥ ynhamilton your gf wants me ➥ alexalbon WHAT ➥ lilymhe its true 😞 alexanderasaintmleux marry me?? ➥ ynhamilton gladly bbg ➥ alexanderasaintmleux 🤭 ➥ charlesleclerc 🤨 ➥ oscarpiastri 😭
a/n this one was a bit silly | guys i forgot to put the verified mark after the first thread pls ignore that
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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years ago
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The First Cut is the Deepest
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➪the one where you break up then make up. (requested)
Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, fluff, break ups, make ups, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, unprotected sex, make up sex, choking, oral (f receiving), ethan being an ass under the influence, he makes up for it, talks of insecurity, insecure reader (y'all are beautiful, i promise you this), this is a bit of a roller coaster
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Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3
This place was crowded. Way too crowded. 
You were surprised the walls didn’t fall down with how many people were compacted in each room and from how loud the music was, if you could even call it that. 
Someone bumps into you for the third time in the five minutes since you arrived and you had to refrain from yelling at the stranger. He probably wouldn’t have heard you, anyway, so why waste your breath? 
“Y/n! Hi!” Anika says as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. She brought the red cup to her lips and emptied it in one sip, wiping her mouth afterwards. “You’re here!”
“And you’re drunk,” you say back just as Mindy walks up to you. 
“There you are,” she says as she wraps Anika’s other arm around her shoulder. “I told you to stay on the couch. Oh, hey, Y/n.”
You give her a quick smile as she takes her girlfriend from you. “Hey,” you replied. “Have you guys seen Ethan?”
Mindy gave Anika a look before shaking her head. “No, no, I don’t think he’s here,”
Anika gave her a confused smile. “What are you talking about?” She asked before turning to you. “He’s in the living room. He was flirting with a bunch of girls, the last time I checked.”
Your brows furrow while Mindy lets out a sigh. “What?”
“You’re right, she sure is drunk,” Mindy laughed awkwardly. “Can’t trust a word she says.”
At that, you move past them and head towards the living room, ignoring the calls of Mindy. The first person you see is Chad when you enter the living room. He was talking to Tara when you walked up to him, the two of them standing close to one another in the packed room. He greeted you with a smile before he noticed the pissed off look on your face. “Woah, what’s the matter?”
“Have you seen Ethan?” You ask him, ignoring his question.
“Um, yeah, he’s..” he trailed off, turning his head to the right and towards the couch. You do the same and your face heats up when you catch sight of your boyfriend. “Huh.”
Ethan’s appearance wasn’t what caught your attention, no, it was the girl that was sitting a bit too close to him that did. 
Muttering an ‘excuse me’ under your breath, you push past Chad and walk towards Ethan, watching he doesn’t even look up at you when you stand in front of him. “What the hell is this?” You question and cross your arms. 
That got his attention as he finally looked up at you, a grin forming on his lips. “Hey! You made it!” He said and right away you knew he was drunk, no, wasted. “I didn’t think you’d show.”
“You told me to come,” you point out and glare at the way the girl rested her hand on his chest. 
Ethan looked at the floor and opened his mouth in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he said after a few seconds. “I forgot about that.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” you rolled your eyes. “What is this? You ask me to come to this party just so I can see you with some girl all over you?
“What? No, don’t be like that,” he whined and wrapped his arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “This is my new friend, Jaz.”
The way Jaz moved closer to Ethan, and the way he did nothing about it had your blood boiling. “Well, it looks like you’ve got enough company,” you mutter, dropping your arms to your sides as you back away. “I’ll just go home.”
When you turn around and head for the door, you ignore Ethan’s calls of your name, followed by an annoyed grunt as he stood up and went after you. 
You reached the sidewalk when he finally stumbled his way out of the house and caught up to you, nearly tripping over the bush that lined the walkway of the house. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking away by turning you to face him. “What was that about?”
At his genuine look of confusion, you glare at him and pull your arm away from him. “What do you mean?”
“That,” he pointed to the house. “In there. What was that all about? Why’d you storm off?”
“There’s no way you just asked me that,” you say and look him up and down, taking in just how drunk he was. “How much have you had to drink?”
He gave you a smile and a shrug. “I don’t know, like, five?”
“Five what?”
“Five cups of everything that was in the kitchen,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever. At your look of shock, he steps away from you. “What’s it matter?”
“It matters because you’re completely wasted and that girl in there was going to take advantage of you,” you say slowly, hoping his drunk mind would process your words.
“Who? Jaz?” At the nod you give him, he waves you off and discreetly rolls his eyes, making your anger rise. “Jaz is a friend, she wouldn’t do that.”
“How do you even know her? Why have I never heard you mention her until now?”
“Because,” he dragged the word out. “She’s in my physics class and invited me tonight. She also gave me some of this powder stuff earlier, but I only had a little bit of it.”
Your eyes widened and you reached over to smack his shoulder. “Ethan! How could you be so stupid?” You ask and his face falls at your words. “Why would you take powder from a stranger? At a party?”
Ethan felt like he was being backed into a corner right now, and even though one part of his brain was screaming at him to ask you to take him home, the other part was telling him that you were his girlfriend, not his mother. “Maybe I thought it would relieve some of the stress you put on me everyday of my life,” he said back.
You furrow your brows and cross your arms again, standing a bit straighter. “Was this before or after you invited me tonight?”
Ethan copied you by crossing his own arms. “Before,” he answered. “But maybe I made a mistake by inviting you since you clearly don’t know how to stop treating me like a fucking child. You’re my girlfriend, not my parent.”
You knew he didn’t mean the harsh words, seeing how drunk he was, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. It was his decision to get to this point and he’d have to deal with the consequences. “I’m supposed to worry about you, Ethan,” you say, trying to calm the situation down as best as you could. “That’s what people in relationships do.”
Ethan would regret his next words. “Being with you for this long was a mistake,” he muttered, not knowing if you heard him or not. The silence that followed, as well as the tears that gathered in your eyes gave him his answer. His words were harsh and untrue. He knew that, still his drunk self didn’t allow him to give in. “Look, I didn’t mean that. You said it yourself, I’m wasted.”
“And that makes it okay?” You ask as you turn away from him. Ethan sighed from behind you and reached out to grab your arm, retracting his hand when you pulled away from him. “Why don’t you go back to Jaz? Seems like the two of you were having a great time together before I got here.”
“Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll talk later.”
“No, we won’t,” you tell him and he turns back around to face you. “I mean it, we’re over. Don’t text me and don’t call me.”
Your words cut him deeper than you would ever know, and his heart ached at the tears that streamed down your face. But he was angry, and drunk, and a bit embarrassed. And so very drunk. “Fine,” he said again. “You don’t want me to text you? That’s fine by me. Thanks for ruining my night.”
He turned back around and went inside the house. You were left alone on the sidewalk, your eyes stinging as you grabbed your phone. After sending Chad a text about getting Ethan home safely, you began the walk back to your apartment and hoped to anyone that was listening that he didn’t go back to Jaz.
Not that you had a say in what he does, anymore.
-
The spam of texts you woke up to the next morning were unexpected and unwanted. But you still read each and every one of them.
2:34 AM
Ethan <3: we’re not rly broken up are we?
2:35 AM
Ethan <3: I didn’t mean what i said :/
2:56 AM
Ethan <3: pls answer me, I’m sorry
3:23 AM
Ethan <3: I told Jaz to fuck off for you haha
3:26 AM
Ethan <3: she punched me
3:34 AM
Ethan <3: i wish u were here :C
4:43 AM
Ethan <3: goodnight i love you im sorry
10:32 AM
Ethan <3: I don’t remember much of last night, but I do remember how awful I was to you. I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean any of it. 
10:37 AM
Ethan <3: If I could take it all back, I would. I love you and I hope you slept well because I sure as shit didn’t. Can we please meet up and talk about it in person? I miss you.
Your eyes ached from crying last night, and the brightness of your phone screen didn’t help.
After reading every text, you were more upset than you were last night. 
You tried to remember that he was very wasted and wasn’t himself because of that, but he still said what was on his mind; how being with you was a mistake. 
What was that saying? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Maybe it was true. Maybe Ethan had to get himself drunk so he could tell you how he really felt. 
What about the texts? He seemed pretty genuine. 
But how could you tell that over text? Maybe he was just feeling guilty and wanted to end things on a better note. 
Endless thoughts flooded your mind and you felt a headache beginning to set in.
So, unsure of what to say to him, you type a message that would surely get how you were feeling across perfectly.
I thought I told you not to text me.
Seen at 10:56 AM
-
“Y/n,” Ethan said as he stood in front of you. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
The sound of his voice made you look up from your sketchbook, your eyes narrowing at your ex. You exhale harshly, looking back down at the page, scribbling in the grass you drew with a green pencil crayon. “I thought I told you not to talk to me,”
“Come on, you were serious?” He asked as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter. 
You looked up at him from your spot against the tree, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing the book against your thighs. “Were you serious?” You ask instead of answering his question. Your eyes linger on the bruise on his cheek, your mind going back to his texts of ‘I told Jaz to fuck off for you’ and ‘she punched me’. 
Your eyes darkened at the thought of her hitting him when she was the one who went and gave him drugs while also hanging off of him right in front of you.
But that was a conversation for another time.
He looked down at you, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to you. “What do you mean?”
You glare up at him, dreading having to repeat his words from last night as you take a deep breath. “‘Being with you for this long was a mistake’?” You quote him and watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back. “Ring any bells?”
Ethan cursed under his breath before opening his eyes again and you could clearly see the regret clouding in them. “Fuck, Y/n,” he muttered and shook his head. “Baby, I didn’t mean that, I swear.”
You wanted to believe him, but you were also far too stubborn for your own good. “Then why did you say it?” You closed the sketchbook and reached for your bag as you held eye contact with him.
“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know,” he said, watching as you began to gather your things. His eyes widened at that, knowing damn well that you were seconds away from getting up and leaving him behind. “I’m an idiot and I promise I will never go near alcohol or drugs ever again.”
“It’s not about the alcohol or drugs, God, Ethan,” you shake your head and shove the book in your bag before standing up. “Do you even know it felt for me to hear you say those things? To hear the one person I trust and love more than- you know what? Forget it.” You begin to walk away from him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you did so. 
“What? No, please, Y/n, baby, wait, I-” he was cut off when a guy from one of your classes stopped in front of you and blocked your way out of the gated area of the school.
“Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” The boy asked and Ethan glared at him from behind you. 
You give him a forced smile before nodding. “Yes,” you answer, stepping back to create some much needed distance between you two. “Hi, Simon.”
Simon gave you a sly smirk, glancing at the pissed off looking guy behind you. His smirk only grew and he looked you up and down before meeting your eyes once again. “I heard you and that boyfriend of yours are finally done,” he begins, knowing very well that your boyfriend was standing right behind you. 
“Finally?” You question and watch as his smirk widens. 
“I know, right?” He purposely takes your question out of context and steps closer. “So now that you and lover boy are over, what do you say about being with a real man?”
You visibly cringed and opened your mouth to respond when his hand reached out to touch your arm. Before it could, though, a hand wrapped around his wrist and roughly pulled his arm away from you. 
Ethan stood next to you, a protective and dangerous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. It made you swallow silently as you looked between the two guys, subconsciously moving closer to Ethan. “I think you’re a little bit out of your league there, Simon,” his voice was deep and deadly as he stepped in front of you, shielding you from Simon’s view. 
He didn’t give up easily, however, as Simon stood a bit taller, matching Ethan’s height. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head at the boy who covered you from his sight. “What makes you think that?”
“Mainly the confidence,” Ethan answers, watching as Simon squints at him in confusion. “It’s clearly just a cover up for how hopelessly useless you are to any girl who gives you the time of day. How many girls have you talked to within the past two hours? I’m assuming way too many as you had to resort to going after one that’s taken. Let me spare you the rejection we both know is going to happen if you continue to bore her with your awful excuse of a pick up line. She’s not interested.”
Simon remained silent as he glared at Ethan, his shoulders raising with every angry inhale he took. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he muttered, most likely wanting to intimidate the smaller, though not by much, boy. 
Ethan held his ground as he let out a sarcastic laugh. “What, that wasn’t clear enough for you?” He asked and dared to move closer to the jock. “Let me make it simple as possible; fuck off.”
While Ethan didn’t look mean or have the face of someone to fear, he became a different version of himself when defending those he cared for and loved. In this case; you. He wasn’t one to give assholes like Simon the time of day, but when it came down to defending you against guys like him? He was a completely different person. 
And Simon must’ve seen this as he scoffed and backed off, raising his hands in defense. His eyes lingered on the bruise Ethan wore and must’ve thought he had gotten it for a completely different reason, like a fist fight or something, as it clearly intimidated him just the smallest bit. “My bad, bro,” he muttered before turning around.
Ethan watched him walk away until he was out of sight, before turning to a stunned and silent you. His heart fell at the shocked look displayed across your face, taking it as a sign that he fucked up again. Would you ever talk to him again after this?
He opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it when he saw your look of surprise morph into one he’s seen you give him many times before. 
-
The walk back to his apartment went by in a blur and before he knew it, he was pushing open the door to his room without disconnecting his lips from yours. He backs you into the room and towards his bed, guiding your body around the various furniture crowding the space. He shrugs off his bag and throws it to the floor, and you do the same, sliding the strap off your shoulder and dropping it beside the bed just seconds before you fall onto it.
Ethan hovers over you, his lips never breaking away from yours as he grabs your waist and pulls your lower half against his. His tongue swipes across your lip and you open your mouth without a second thought, making him smirk into the kiss.
You were still his, and still so responsive. 
His lips broke from yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders, sucking a sizable mark onto your collar bone. And you allowed him, further proving to him that breaking up for even a second was a mistake, and that, as long as he had a say in it, you’d always be his.
“Did you sleep with Jaz?” You ask out of the blue, making his attack on your neck come to a complete stop.
“What?” He asked against your skin, his voice sounding muffled. 
You swallowed heavily and reached your hands up to grip his shoulders, making him lift his head to look at you. “It’s just��after what happened last night and the fight….” you trial off, looking to the side. “I just want to know if you slept with her, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” He asked in disbelief as he pulled away from your neck to getsure to his cheek. “Does this look like the face of someone who had sex last night?”
You stare at the bruise, your eyes softening as you bite down on your bottom lip. “No, but, the thought was there,” you say quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to get your feelings out. “She’s really pretty.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes at you, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re prettier,” 
You force a smile out at that before shaking your head. “I bet all the guys find her hot,”
“All the guys except one,” he said and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “What’s this about? We’ve never had any trust issues before.”
“I know, it’s just….I thought, maybe, you liked her more than me,” Ethan’s mouth opens in shock at your words but you continue before he could say anything. “I mean, she invited you to that party for a reason. She likes to have fun, go to parties, get drunk, do drugs and I don’t like to do any of that stuff. I thought that maybe….maybe you realized you made a mistake by being with me when you could instead be with someone like her.”
When Ethan was sure you were finished, he positioned himself so his lower body was laying on yours and his arms were by either side of your head. “Baby,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I already told you, the only mistake I made with you last night was letting you walk home alone and letting you think that you’re not good enough for me. You’re better than every single other person in my life and I don’t deserve you. I love you and I fall in love with you more and more everyday. You’re my person, my best friend and my girl. I don’t care about anyone else. How could I when I have you?”
Your eyes stare into his and the familiar sting of tears forms, but you blink them away and caress the sides of his face. “I love you,”
Ethan leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away for just a second to mumble back an “I love you,” before he was closing the gap once more. One of his hands slid up your body to grasp at your chest, his thumb rubbing against the peak of your breast through your shirt. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Too perfect for me.”
His words set butterflies loose all over your body and send jolts of want directly to your core. Slowly, you could feel each and every negative thought you had about yourself slip away, and they were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love for the boy currently on top of you. 
Ethan’s lips moved back down your neck and continued until he reached the hem of your shirt, where his fingers lifted it up enough to expose the skin of your stomach. “My pretty girl, how could I ever even look at someone else when you’re everything I could possibly want?” He pops open the button of your shorts and unzips them before sliding the jean fabric down your legs. “‘M so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t enough.”
You watch him with blown wide eyes as he inches closer and closer to your clothed core, a small smirk gracing his lips when he meets your eyes.
“Let me make up for it,” he murmured against the skin of your thigh. He placed a few kisses to both of your hip bones before tugging on the lace of your underwear with his teeth. “Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”
The thin fabric was pulled from your body in one swift motion and he was back to hovering over your core.
“Will you let me?” 
You’ve never nodded faster in your life.
That was all Ethan needed before he got to work with one goal in mind; fuck the insecurity out of you.
He licked a flat stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks on it harshly, giving you no warning as he got right into it. Your mouth opened in a quiet moan, your head dropping back on his pillow. 
Your hand reaches down to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through he curls as he swirled his tongue on your bundle of nerves. He moaned against you at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair and you felt another wave of want ripple through you. Your hips buck up involuntarily, making Ethan’s arms wrap under your thighs and his hands grip your waist as he pinned you down on the sheets. 
Ethan was never one to hold back his sounds in bed. If he was feeling good while taking part in bedroom activities, he made it known by the grunts, groans and whines that left him. It made you never question whether or not you were pleasing him as his sounds were proof enough. He even found pleasure when he wasn’t the one being touched, like right now. Just the thought of him being the one to get you off was more than enough to satisfy him. 
“Fuck, Ethan,” you moaned when he continued to circle his tongue around your clit, flicking and sucking and tugging until he felt your thighs press against his wrists, begging to close around his head. “Please.”
Ethan was stronger than you, though, especially in a situation like this, so his hands easily grabbed hold of your thighs and kept them spread apart. “My needy girl,” he mumbled when he pulled away from your swollen clit. “I’ve barely started and you’re already begging me for more.”
You knew you wouldn’t last long, not with the way he was touching you and definitely not with the way he was talking to you. Behind closed doors, he became a different person. It was such a big contrast to how he was in public. He was always seen as the shy, quiet guy who couldn’t possibly have one bone to fear in his body, but it was just an act, really. 
He liked playing up the role as the nice guy, the quiet friend who was always just there, when in reality, the things he did in his alone time were nothing short of sinful. And most of those sinful things happened when he was with you. 
When he was alone with you he became more needy, more desperate for you and he never failed to be overcome with the desire to please you, touch you, fuck you in any way he could. 
You were so beautiful and hot and his, how could he not want to just devour you everytime he got you alone?
Ethan pressed a final kiss to your clit before moving down and licking a line up your folds, hearing the sharp intake of breath from you as you tried to relax your thighs. 
Your other hand joined the one that was tangled in his hair, needing something, anything at this point, to hold onto as the last bit of your self control was slipping away from you as the seconds went on. 
Ethan spread your lips apart with the tip of his tongue before it easily slipped inside and was instantly coated in you. He keeps it there, still and unmoving, and waits for you to lift your head to look at him. When you do, like he knew you would, the corner of his mouth turns upwards and he begins to fuck the set of muscles into you.
Your eyes stare into his as his hands release the tight grip they had on your hips. Your hands leave his hair when he gently tugs at your wrists and he laces your fingers together before resting your joined hands on your stomach. 
Keeping eye contact, Ethan ran his tongue along your walls, feeling how they pulsated around him. You hopelessly clenched around him as a fire burns in the pit of your stomach, urging him to continue as desperate pleads leave your lips. “I love you,” you whispered in between moans. “Fuck, I love you.”
Your words fill in the holes in his heart that had formed last night, when he went to bed without knowing where you two stood, not knowing whether or not you were his anymore. As he let Chad push him onto this very bed a few hours after you broke up with him, he quickly realized that sleep wouldn’t overtake him as quickly as it would when he had the reassurance that you were still together. 
He was tired, but he also never felt more alive and awake than he did right now. It was only a couple of hours ago that he had set out to look for you (after reading your text that broke his heart further) with a sore face that he had yet to do anything about as it wasn’t even close to being a priority at this point. He had to find you, apologize and possibly beg you to take him back. 
Now he had you pinned to the bed, practically dripping for him because it was true. Your heart belonged to him, and his belonged to you. It was as simple as that.
At the feeling of your hands tightening against his, he knew you were close and he was desperate to get you to that point where you couldn’t focus on anything else other than him.
Him, who fucked you so good like he always did. 
“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, please.”
When he lifted his head just a bit higher so his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, you were coming without warning. Your thighs encased his head, and this time he let you, and your body shook at the release flowing through you. 
Ethan continued to fuck his tongue into you until he was sure he swallowed every drop you had to give him, before pulling away with a boyish grin gracing his face. 
Heavy pants leave your lips as he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling his shirt off a few seconds later. He drops the fabric to the floor and pops open the button on his jeans but makes no move to push them down as he crawls back on top of you. His lips capture yours again, quickly taking your breath away once more. 
Within seconds his hands are tugging your shirt upwards and off your shoulders, carelessly tossing it aside to join his. Your fingers find themselves on the waistline of his jeans and you make quick work of unzipping them and pushing them down his legs, all while keeping your lips locked on his. 
Tugging down his boxers as well, you break away from the kiss and instantly his lips are on your neck, sucking his mark on you. Your hands hold his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you shift your hips upwards, creating the tiniest bit of much needed friction. 
Ethan got the hint pretty quickly, sensing that you had recovered enough and weren’t as sensitive as you were a couple of minutes before. Keeping one hand under your back, he moved his other downwards and lined himself up with you. Before he could allow himself to enter you, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand inching around your shoulders to brush away the stray strands of hair that messily covered your face. He tucked them behind your ear, keeping eye contact as he murmured, “You’re the only girl I could ever want. The only one I love,”
His lips brushed against yours as he slid past your folds, entering you easily. You moaned into the kiss, pressing your lips harder against his as you threw your arms around his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as he began to set a steady pace. 
“‘M sorry,” you whisper as your body moves with his thrusts. “I got jealous and I wasn’t being fair to you.”
Ethan shook his head as his pace slowed a bit, but not enough to the point where you felt the need to complain about the speed. You don’t think you could ever complain when being intimate with him as he never gave you a reason to. 
He leaned down to press his forehead against yours, his nose bumping gently into yours every time he slid back into you. “You have nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he told you, and his words made a small smile form on your lips as you stared at his slightly open mouth. “Nothing to apologize for when I’m the fuck up here.”
Your eyes flickered upwards and you looked into his brown irises, seeing a hint of guilt still present in them. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” you murmur, keeping his face close to yours. “Nothing matters as long as we’re together.”
Ethan grins as that, his hand smoothing down your hair as his hips grind into yours. “My sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You’re too good for me.”
His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss. Your hands move up to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through the strands when he resumed his pace from a couple seconds ago. Your moans are lost to his mouth as he kisses you with a desperation you haven’t seen since your very first time together, back when both of you were still virgins in high school. 
It wasn’t all that long ago, maybe just over a year, but it had still been a while since he kissed you, touched you, fucked you with such need, desperation and want. It had you feeling lightheaded and chills appeared all over your body, despite the room getting hotter as the seconds went on. 
The kiss was broken as Ethan tucked his head away against your neck, where he let out throaty groans that sent waves of heat directly to your core. You clenched around him when you heard his breathy grunts, your arms sliding under his to claw at his back.
The sting of your nails sinking into him had Ethan groaning loudly, his pace picking up and his hands gripping your waist tightly. While your fingers were sure to leave crescent shaped indentations on his skin, his were undoubtedly going to leave bruises on yours. 
He was actually surprised he hadn’t broken you yet with how rough his thrusts were and how tight his hands were holding you. You took everything he gave you and more and the thought had him holding himself back from an early release, one of his hands sliding down to wrap your leg around his waist. 
The new angle caused him to reach deeper into you, his tip brushing against the sensitive spot deep in your core. Your eyes rolled back and your chest arched up into his. Once your legs were locked around his hips, he used his free hand to tug down one strap of your bra. 
It fell off your shoulder easily and he reached around you to unclasp the black material. You helped him by sliding the other strap off and removing it from your body completely, dropping it into the growing pile of clothing beside his bed. 
With your chest now fully exposed to him, Ethan had no control over his movements as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He tugged on the bud, making breathy moans leave your lips and your eyes close. 
The sensation from both his hitting yours and his mouth on you was beginning to be too much. It didn’t help that every time he fucked into you, his skin would brush against your swollen and sensitive clit. 
Moans were freely leaving your mouth at this point and you no longer had any control over them. Your heels pressed against his lower back, effectively making him inch even deeper into your greedy heat. Your walls hugged his length in a tight grip that could only be described as a vice, your previous release allowing him to slip in and out of you with no resistance.
You tugged his head closer to yours, your teeth tugging on the skin below his ear. “I’m close,” you mumbled, the fire in your stomach growing with each thrust of his hips. 
“Yeah?” He asked, one hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen at the sudden pressure and your moans become more breathless as you lean into his touch. It wasn’t a tight hold he had on you, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. It was just enough to have you seeing stars in the best way possible. “You’re going to come for me again?”
The words he said in bed never failed to turn you on and have you unraveling beneath him. “Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, both from nearing the edge and from his grip on your neck. “Please, please, Eth.”
“Let me feel you,” he said through a clenched jaw, refraining from finishing before you did as his tip continued to graze against your sweet spot. “All over me.”
His words, that were borderline filthy, send you over the edge and you clench around him again, arching your back and pressing your head against the soft pillows. Your moans are music to his ears and he would happily have your sounds play on repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of his life.
Your eyes close as you let him use you in chase of his own release. The sensitivity makes your hands grip his shoulders tightly, your legs shaking around his waist as he reaches his climax as well. 
His warmth fills you up entirely, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he rides out his high, his whimpers and whines being lost to the skin of your neck.
Minutes go by with him still buried in your warmth, both your chests beginning to rise and fall at a regular pace. Ethan grins as he lifts his head, making your lips turn upwards as well as he leans in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles when he pulls away, his eyes fixated on your kiss swollen lips. “Again.”
You just shake your head and pull him back onto you as you turn on your side and cuddle into his chest. “It’s okay,” you say back, running your fingers over his chest. “Next time, instead of inviting me through text, just take me with you.”
Ethan nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around you as you tangle your legs together. “Deal,”
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MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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"I wonder how would I look with my head shaved." Harry randomly said one night both of you were cuddled up in bed.
"Where is that coming from, lovie?" You looked up at him, curious by his sudden statement.
"Dunno, I've never in my almost 30 years of age had a buzzcut," he shrugged, "I feel like It's part of manhood to shave your head at least once."
"Your manhood is just fine," you rolled your eyes with affection and pecked his chin, "But if you want to know how you'd look with no hair, you can always look for those AI pictures your fans have been making lately."
Harry laughed and kissed the crown of your head, leaving the conversation at that and focusing on the romantic comedy movie you picked for the night.
Days passed by and you soon forgot about your conversation and Harry didn't bring up his desire to shave his head again, so when he mentioned that he wanted to get a haircut you assumed that he was getting his usual trim.
Oh boy, were you wrong.
"I want to chop my hair a bit before we head to Vegas." He said a week before your trip, Jeff kept insisting that you needed to see the show he had been working on at the Sphere and you finally agreed.
"That's fine, just don't do anything extreme you know I love the curls." You replied, unaware of what he had up in his sleeve.
"Nothing to worry about, baby." You failed to notice the devilish smile on his face that gave away that he was planning something else.
The following day Harry told you that he was going to Ayae's place to get his haircut, which was weird to you because his hairdresser always came to your house to cut his hair, but you still didn't overthink it too much.
Until you got a text from her that read "Don't kill me or your boyfriend for what he made me do."
Just a minute after you got the text you heard the front door open and your name being called from downstairs.
"H are you home? Ayae texted me but I don't know what she means." You said as you made your way to him, he was standing in your living room, his hair being covered by the hood of his hoodie.
"I cut my hair," he said and a confused frown made its way to your face, "And I'm going to show it to you, but you need to promise me you won't freak."
"Why would I freak? Why are you acting so weird about it?"
Harry only smiled and pulled the hood from his head, revealing that his brand new buzzcut.
You stood in your place for a few minutes before reacting, "Is this some kind of joke?"
"It's not love! I shaved it," he got closer to you, a big smile on his face, “Do you like it?”
“Oh my god! Your hair is really gone! What the fuck, Harry.” You laughed in disbelief, grabbing his face to get a better look at him.
“I told you I wanted to give it a try before my twenties ended, remember?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you shook your head, “This is crazy! Does Jeff know? Forget about him does your mom know? Oh my god we need to facetime her right now.”
Harry laughed at your rant, “Jeff knows love, he wants to shave his too, and we’ll facetime mum later,” he pecked your lips quickly, “Now wipe that look off your face! You’re looking at me like I’m an alien!”
“This is just so weird, but also such a you thing to do,” you pecked his lips back, “Your fans are going to be absolutely nuts about this.”
“Lord, that’s what i’m dreading the most.”
A week later you and Harry were standing in the crowd of U2's concert at the Las Vegas Sphere, surrounded by friends and other concertgoers.
Somehow Harry's new look gave him a little more privacy, since the world didn't know that his signature brown curls were gone and he could go unnoticed sometimes.
"You've been busted." You said as you noticed a phone camera filming the both of you, Harry was standing behind you with his hand protectively gripping your neck.
"What, love?" He asked, making you discretely point at the person with the camera.
"Well, I guess the madness stars now."
A day later, pictures and videos of Harry's new haircut flooded the internet, making his fans go crazy once again.
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urfavlarry · 7 months ago
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hi! can u write about a drunk love confession lolll 😭🎀
Why’d you only call me when your high?
Joost Klein x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, bad grammar, mentions of alc0hol
summary: you and Joost have been friends for a few years now but ever since he got more recognized after his song ‘friesenjung’ came out you both became more distant. What will you do after he calls you for the first time in months, drunk?
A/N: this is um.. long .. enjoy!
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You were alone in the house, your parents went off to the neighbours to go grilling. You decided to not go since you were doing things with them the whole day and you just felt exhausted. You went to cook yourself a quick meal, just some toast with whatever on top. You looked at the time, 10:28PM. Joost was performing currently in Amsterdam, not that you knew anything about it. He was probably going to get a few drinks with friends after it like he usually did after his last concert of the season. He has probably long forgot about you, probably replacing you with someone else by now. Ever since he became more famous, you both stopped reaching out as often. There wasn’t any hate behind it, Joost wasn’t the type to cut people off because of fame which you loved about him and you missed him dearly you just.. drifted apart?
You went back up to your room, deciding to go to sleep early tonight, opening the window for some cool air to come into the room. The covers called your name, snuggling into them and getting comfortable. You fall asleep a few minutes later, the room was dark and the wind entered your room like an unwelcome guest, goosebumps appearing on your skin.
A buzzing noise wakes you up, your phone lighting up and blinding your tired eyes. You try and get up, body still a bit weak since you woke up about 5 seconds ago. You grab your phone and your heart skips a beat, the name “duck” appearing on your phone. It was a nickname you gave to Joost years ago. You were teens, trying to make up nicknames for each other and you just took the word dutch and turned it into duck. You watch it ring for a few seconds and then sigh, cursing a bit then pick it up. “Hello?” You say, your voice raspy and very tired sounding. “Hallo?” You hear the dutch accent you oh so loved come through the phone. “Hello, hello.” You turn around and lay on your stomach, waiting for him to speak. The noises in the background were loud and clear, loud music coming through the phone. “Is dat het meisje waar je het over had?” (Is that the girl you were talking about?) “ja ja ga nu..” (yea yea, go now.)
He shifted around before he spoke again. “Sorry, what’s up?” You raise a brow, was this some kind of phone call you get from your dad once a year? “Nothing much, why are you calling me?” He chuckles, voice deep and handsome like always. “Can I not call mijn liefde?” (my love) “What are you on about Joost? Are you drunk?” “No, no.” He slurs, making you scoff. “Yeah, yeah.” He was mumbling things in dutch you couldn’t understand; “Ik wil niemand anders dan jou.. mijn lief meisje.” (I want no one else but you.. my sweet girl.) “Fucking hell Joost.. where the hell are you? Is Apson with you?” He nods, which you barely heard but at least he gave you an answer. Apson would mostly stay sober, only having a few drinks so you decided to call him. He picked up, voice cheerful like always. You told him to take Joost home since he sounded like he had enough for the night and he kindly agreed. You thank him, ending the call with him before trying to go back to sleep.
3:07AM, another phone call wakes you up. “What the fuck is wrong with him..” You ask yourself before picking up. “Joost it’s 3AM can you go to sleep?” You demand and he just smiles. Oh yeah you were on face time now, great. You looked like a zombie compared to him, he looked more energetic than you did, his hair wet and it looked like he was shirtless. Probably just got out of the shower. “I wanted to see your stunning face schatje.” He says, laying down on his side, the side of his face resting against a pillow.
You sigh, watching him like a hawk. The light coming from his side of the phone blinded you, making you groan. “What do you want? I’m exhausted from your bullshit.” You say and he pouts; “Why are you so mean, hm? Do you not miss me?” He asks, smiling, his adorable, genuine smile. “Joost stop it.” He chuckled, moving around in his room when he suddenly turned his lights off, the only light that let you see his face was from his LEDs. He started mumbling things again, his voice lulling you to sleep but you fought back the urge to sleep. “Jij bent zo schitterend..” (you’re so stunning) “Joost I’m hanging up.” “No, no.. Blijf bij me.” (stay with me) “Ik wil je Y/N.” (I want you Y/N.) “Ik krijg je niet uit mijn hoofd.” (I can’t get you out of my head.) All of these things meant nothing to you. You didn’t speak dutch, maybe a few phrases and words but you weren’t fluent. You brushed off all of those phrases, when he said the one thing he taught you during your time as close friends. “Ik hou van jou lieverd.” (I love you sweetheart.)
You face turned bright red, quickly hanging up and flipping onto your back. Your eyes were wide eyed, staring at the dark ceiling above you. You internally scream, maybe he meant it in a friendly way? But the nickname?? It was weird. He was just drunk after all, it probably didn’t even mean anything. You try to fall asleep, tossing and turning before finally succeeding.
Morning came quicker than usual, making your stomach turn and face feel hot. You didn’t even dare open your phone, deciding to pack your things and head home to Amsterdam a little earlier than expected. You booked a flight, canceling the one you were supposed to take 3 days later then this one.
The minute you got home you opened the messages. Some were from last night and some were from a few minutes ago. You tried replying but no words were coming to mind, your fingers just hovering above the cold screen.
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Duck🦆💙
Y/N
Y/N
Hello??
why did u hang up hm?
blijf bij me
please
ik krijg je niet uit mijn hoofd
sent 16 hours ago
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Y/N
Im so sorry I woke u up yesterday
I was drunk haha
hope to see u soon, today Im performing in that club we used to go to as teens
ill look for u after
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You contemplated whether to go or not. You wanted to see him, but another part of you didn’t. Why should you be the one running back to him? It made no sense to you, yet you went. It was like you were in a daze, getting ready, taking the train to the city he was performing in.. it all felt forced in a way. You got stopped by a few fans then made your way to the barrier. You bought a ticket last minute most people already in the club waiting for their idol to come up on stage. 15 minutes until it started, you felt disgusting. Sweaty fan girls who never heard of a shower were all around you, all you wanted to do was curl yourself into a ball and dissapear on the spot. It will be so akward talking after almost a year of barely knowing of each other’s pressence yet you still wanted to see him, hug him.. kiss him.
The concert went by fast, you and Joost making eye contact several times which made you even more anxious than you were before. You walked back stage, most of the security recognising you and letting you pass which surprised you. The halls felt endless, walking in front of his door you gently knocked almost instantly hearing footsteps. And there he was. He changed a lot. His hair was now longer, looking more mature but he was still there. Your Joost. “Weren’t you supposed to be the one looking for me?” He rubbed his neck, chuckling awkwardly before pulling you into the room. It looked like he was trying to find the right words to start which made you count down the dreadful seconds going by.
“Well, what I said yesterday was true. I don’t remember all of it but from the messages I said it was pretty obvious. I really do love you and I hate that you aren’t by my side. I hate that I can’t wake up with you in my arms. I miss you. I miss your smile, your energy, I miss hearing your thoughts, I miss everything about you. Liefje please I need you I can’t live without you.” He looked at you with those beautiful ocean blue eyes, looking desperate but it was obvious he truly meant every single word. You smile softly, cupping his cheeks. “I love you too. You have no idea how much I’ve been missing you. It was like a part of my heart was taken away from me.” He kissed your forehead, smiling down at you. “I promise to never leave you. Never.” “Promise.”
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valsvalentine · 4 months ago
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HEATHER
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Obanai Iguro x fem!reader
ʚ summary. Loving someone who already has eyes for another hurts, especially when that person unknowingly plays with your feelings like it’s nothing
ʚ warning. manga spoilers, unreciprocated love, mentions of death, not proof read
ʚ genre. angst
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‘I still remember, 3rd of december, me in your sweather’
It was a cold december morning, you were heading home from a mission completely worn out and chilled to the bone since you underestimated the harshness of the cold, being thankful for the uniforms frabric that kept you at least a bit warmer. Leaving behind your haori wasn’t really something you planned on doing but a civilian got in the midst of your fight which ended up in them getting injured. You tended to their wounds, wrapping pieces of your haori tightly against the deeper cuts before telling them to go to the nearest doctor to seek professional help.
Your vision was a bit blurred by the falling snow and it didn’t look like it was going to stop any time soon. You thought about if you would make it to your own mansion before succumbing to hyperthermia, concluding that your home was just too far to get there in these conditions. You remembered your fellow hashira, Iguro Obanai lived nearby so you resorted to going his way in hopes of him taking you in for the day. The walk was only a few minutes from where you were, walking on the territory with what little strength you had left you saw the chimney emitting smoke which was a sign somebody really was home. You opened the sliding doors, warmth enveloping you, slowly unfreezing your limbs that you could barely move just a moment ago. Footsteps alerted you, looking up to see the one and only serpent hashira right before you. He glared towards you, his snake hissing in disgust. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” He snapped, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t you know it’s rude to intrude into someone’s home?”
You bowed your head in respect before speaking; “I truly am sorry for invading your space, I was heading back from a mission when I got caught in the snowstorm outside, I was hoping you’d let me stay until the weather calmed down?” You pleaded with a hint of desperation in your eyes.
He scoffed, motioning for you to come in before leaving your sight. “Only until the snow dies down, not a second longer L/N.” He threatened and you smiled softly, taking off your snow covered shoes and followed him inside.
He sat down on the tatami matted floor, a cup of tea in his hands as you sat across front him. A wave of awkwardness suffocated the both of you, Obanai looking anywhere but at you while you fiddled with your fingers. He noticed the way your body shook, furrowing his brows once more. “Where are your winter clothes? And your haori?” You explained how you had to leave behind the piece of clothing, as well as how you underestimated the weather which he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at. “You’re quite foolish, you know? Who would’ve guessed that you’re a hashira.” He spat, standing up and leaving the room without another word.
He was right, it really was foolish to go out in such inappropriate clothing considering it was winter. He came back with a cup of tea and placed it in front of you, taking off his haori which he neatly draped over your shoulders. The tips of his ears were red and his snake looked at you now with a bit of a softer look than when it first saw you a few moments ago. You thanked the man, sipping on the tea as you told him about your mission in more detail while he listened quietly, not really being much of a talker like you were.
‘You said it looked better on me than it did you.’
The time slowly came for you to go on your way, thanking the man before heading to put your shoes on, grabbing your sword and putting it back onto the right side of your waist. You noticed you still had his haori and stuttered out an apology; “Oh I almost forgot, apologies and thank you for letting me borrow—” “Keep it, you can give it back the next time we cross paths.” He cut you off and you looked at him with doe eyes before smiling. “Alright, thank you so much Iguro-san.” You waved him goodbye and went on your way, a hint of blush on your cheeks.
“Only if you knew how much I liked you.”
It was no secret that you had eyes for the serpent hashira, he caught your eyes ever since your first ever joined mission and after that day your heart couldn’t help but flutter every time you locked eyes with him. You discussed your little crush with Shinobu, well more like you talked her ear off about him while she mostly just listened since she didn’t quite know how to help you with your little crush.
“Just don’t let yourself get hurt L/N-san, almost everyone is certain he has eyes for the love hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji.”
She said with a hint of worry in her voice, watching your shoulders slowly slump. You smiled, a bit of a sad smile really, before speaking up; “It’ll be fine, I’m sure it won’t hurt to try?”
‘But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than the blue sky.’
A hashira meeting was held not long after your mission, you folded the haori gifted to you by Obanai before going on your way to the Ubuyashiki residence.
You were one of the first ones there with Shinobu, chatting for a bit before everyone else arrived. You slipped away from the insect pillar and walked to Obanai with his haori in hand. “Good morning Iguro-san!” You greeted cheerfully before handing him his haori back. He nodded, putting it back on before properly greeting you. “Good morning L/N.” He said and you started talking to him about what you think the meeting was about, he listened with softened eyes but averted his gaze from you once someone arrived. You went silent, thinking the master had started the meeting but you were proven wrong when you saw the pink and green haired woman talking to Rengoku. She was as lively as ever, smiling from ear to ear, the kind of smile that always managed brighten up the room.
Your mood shifted, thanking Obanai one last time before walking back to Shinobu who looked at you with an ‘I told you so’ kind of expression.
‘She’s got you mesmerised while I die.’
‘Why would you ever kiss me?’
‘I’m not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester but you like her better..’
You noticed the way Mitsuri’s form shook from the cold; ‘Somebody should really get her a better uniform.’ You think to yourself, pitying the poor woman as she sneezed, quickly stuttering out an apology to the master before rubbing her hands together.
A black and white striped haori suddenly draped over her shoulders, the same haori you had on just a few days ago yourself. You looked down, jealousy eating at you as the tight feeling in your chest only worsened. You heard Mitsuri gush over the sweet gesture, giggling to herself as Obanai stood next to her for the rest of the meeting.
‘..I wish I were Heather.’
That day you cried in Shinobus embrace, a feeling of anger and envy blinding you as she told you the same thing over and over again. “I told you so.”
‘Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand. Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder.’
The two only got closer and closer since that day, Obanai even gifting her a pair of socks which Mitsuri wore every day. You watched from the side, your feelings never seizing as your joined missions with Obanai never really stopped either. You were a lot less talkative with him which didn’t go unnoticed by the man, but he never had the guts to ask what was up.
Every single time you were waiting for him so you could be on your way, he’d be reading a letter Mitsuri sent or was talking to her directly leaving you to your thoughts as they said their goodbyes.
‘But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel.’
Mitsuri ran towards you, hugging you tightly as you were about to leave for quite a dangerous mission. “L/N-san please be safe! I’ll cook up a bunch of food for when you get back, okay? What’s your favourite? I’ll make sure to make that for you!” She rambled as she clung to you. “Thank you Kanroji-san but that really isn’t necessary.” You patted her back awkwardly, smiling softly at her kind nature.
‘But then again, kind of wish she were dead.’
“Do you think Iguro-san will like my cooking? I’m not really sure, he’s so mysterious I can’t help but be curious! Ahh, he’s just so cute!” She gushed, blush on her cheeks as she talked about the very man you loved so much. You pushed her away, turning around to join Obanai who was waiting for you. “I’m sure he will, goodbye Kanroji-san.”
‘As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes.’
‘Brighter than the blue sky.’
‘She’s got you mesmerised, while I die.’
You stayed over at the serpent hashiras mansion after getting back from your mission, attending to your wounds in the bathroom as the both of you got ready to head over to Mitsuris. You dreaded going, but how could you deny the sweet girl when she went through the trouble of cooking you both food?
Obanai entered the bathroom, looking at you wrapping the bandages sloppily around your bruised waist. He made a ‘tsk’ sound and snatched the bandages from you, holding your waist as he carefully wrapped them around the damaged area. You couldn’t help but blush at the gesture, your knees growing weak as butterflies erupted in your stomach. His touch was gentle, his hand going up and down your waist, unconsciously caressing it. He pulled away once he finished, flicking your forehead before turning to leave. “Come on, Kanroji is waiting.”
‘Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty.’
‘You gave her your sweather, it’s just polyester. But you like her better..’
Walking there felt like forever, the tension between the two of you only rising after the incident in the bathroom. It left you only longing for more, to feel more of his gentle touches but you knew that wouldn’t be possible. Finally you stood in front of the mansion that belonged to the love hashira, entering her home as the smell of all kinds of food filled your lungs. Mitsuri came into view shortly after you entered, running to envelop the both of you into a group hug. You awkwardly patted her back, squirming out of her arms as it sickened you to be so close to the two people that made your heart ache so badly every single day.
The food was delicious, you yourself didn’t quite know how to cook since nobody was ever there to teach you. You feasted quietly as the pair in front of you chatted, well like always Obanai was just listening while Mitsuri talked about all kinds of things.
You noticed his hand on top of hers, your apetite fading as you put down your utensils. Mitsuri frowned, concerned since you just stopped eating so abruptly. “L/N-san is everything okay? Is the food not to your liking?” She asked, standind up from her seat. You shake your head, getting up and bowing your head. “It was wonderful Kanroji-san, I just don’t feel too well is all.” You say and turn to leave. “I’ll head out now, thanks again for the meal.” You smile, waving at the both of them as Obanai just stared, the slightest bit of concern in his eyes as you walked out the door.
‘..I wish I were Heather.’
The battle with Muzan ended, you fell unconscious after a long fight with the upper rank two which you fought alongside with Tanjiro Kamado and Giyuu Tomioka. You woke up in the butterfly mansion, a place you were very familiar with since you would spend most of your free time with Shinobu. You sprung out of bed, running to said womans office but it was empty. Confused, you walked through the endless halls, trying to find anyone but no one was in sight. Finally in the gardens a Kakushi came into view so you greeted them. The person was startled, dropping everything they had in their arms as they rush over. “L/N-san you— you’re awake!” They exclaim and you nod, raising a brow.
“Yes, alive and well? Is there something wrong with that?” You ask and they quickly stutter out apologies, bowing their head. “No, no I really am happy to see you awake, you’ve been knocked out cold for 4 days!” Your eyes widen; 4 days? That really isn’t normal. You nod, the reason you were out for so long was probably exhaustion from the battle so you calmed your nerves. “Well nevermind that, I am awake now so no use weeping about it anymore. Where is everyone? Did they already wake up before me?” You ask, a hint of innocence behind your question.
The Kakushi gulped, an obvious shift in their mood as you asked the question. “L/N-san.. I’m sorry..” They stated, putting a hand on your shoulder. “What? What are you talking about? Why are you sorry?” You raise your voice a bit out of frustration, why can’t they just tell you like a normal person?
A hint of sympathy graces their eyes as they begin to tear up. They struggle to make up a sentence as they choke on their sobs; “Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei Himejima, Genya Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho..” No. This couldn’t be happening. They can’t be.. right? They’re just badly injured and still out like you were just a few minutes ago. Right? A name you prayed that wouldn’t be said slipped from their lips as you fell onto your knees, tearing up slowly. “..Obanai Iguro, have all fallen in battle.” They said as they crouched down next to you, rubbing your back in hopes to bring you some sort of comfort. You sobbed, why were they taken away from you? Shinobu, Obanai.. even Muichiro for gods sake. Why did they have to die? You mourned the loss of your fellow comrades, praying this was all just a horrible nightmare.
‘Wish I were Heather.’
You remember the moment you all got teleported into the Infinity castle, you yourself getting stuck with Tanjiro and Giyuu, your heart breaking once more as you saw Mitsuri and Obanai together. The last time you ever locked eyes with him, and the first time he ever yelled your name with such concern it broke you to pieces. “Y/N!” He yelled and tried to reach out to you but you were just too far. Maybe if you got stuck with the two of them.. one of them would be alive right now. But then again maybe they’d just sacrifice you so they would get out alive instead of you, living their happily ever after together.
You were later informed they would have a burial that day, which you attended along with Giyuu, Sanemi, Kanao, Tanjiro and his now human sister Nezuko and a few others you didn’t quite recognise.
‘Why would you ever kiss me?’
‘I’m not even half as pretty.’
‘You gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester but you like her better..”
You watched as they buried Obanai and Mitsuri together, Mitsuri in Obanais embrace from which they couldn’t get her out from. They decided it would be best to let them finally rest together, hence why they were burying them together. Together even after death, how much did the gods want to rub into your face that the man you fell in love with had eyes for another? You felt ashamed that you were envious at such a heartbreaking moment, but something inside you just kept wishing to switch places with the pink haired girl, to be in his arms for the first time and feel his love that he chose to give Mitsuri. Just maybe, if things were different, you’d be the one being buried in the embrace of your lover at this very moment. ‘Maybe in another lifetime.’
‘..Wish I were..”
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tending-the-hearth · 2 years ago
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everything i loved about "the little mermaid" live action
Ariel's melody being her siren song!! that little new bit of lore!! i also really liked that it added more depth as to why Ursula wanted her voice in exchange for her becoming human
the way Ariel became almost angry during the bridge of "Part of Your World", she was so frustrated that she couldn't do the things she was dreaming about, like YES let her be mad!!
full body chills during "Part of Your World" + the first reprise
Ariel helping Max onto the boat 😭😭😭
I've mentioned this before, but Ariel hearing Eric's voice before seeing him!!! hearing him sing before seeing him!!! agh!!!!
Eric holding Ariel's hand on the shore after she rescues him 😭
the detail put into each of Ariel's sisters was so stunning, i'm so excited to read more about them in the books! i loved that they each had their own specific vibe
THEY INCLUDED THE FACT THAT URSULA AND TRITON ARE SIBLINGS YES THANK YOU VERY MUCH
"For the First Time" being a voice over, as Ariel's thoughts, and then the scene shifting to complete darkness except for her to represent us being in her head and hearing her thoughts, and the way it gets cut off when she realizes she can't say "hello" to Eric? i cried
The Jodi Benson cameo and her giving Halle!Ariel the fork 😭 literally her passing on the mantel of Ariel 😭😭
Eric and Ariel being total nerds with each other??
The way Ariel "told" Eric her name using the constellations???? and him saying it was written in the stars???? hello????
Also Eric saying "my little mermaid" made me so soft wtf
Eric and Ariel running around and giggling in the castle and being the definition of puppy love like they're so goofy and in love i adore them
the "Part of Your World" reprise after Ariel sees Eric with Vanessa shattered my heart, the MOST heartbreaking song
Grimsby kicking the ring away after it falls near him, my man knew exactly what was going on, he's known Ariel for three days and is already a ride or die
just Ariel and Eric holding each other so tightly after she gets her voice back, and Eric refusing to let her go until Ursula literally has to throw him away
ARIEL BEING THE ONE TO KILL URSULA USING THE SKILLS SHE SAW ERIC USE OH MY GOD IT WORKED SO SO WELL
i like that they added a chunk of time passing between Ursula's death and Eric and Ariel reuniting, it added a little extra drama and emotion when they finally saw each other again!
listen i'm an absolute sucker for a "hug before kiss" reunion and i was SO happy that Eric and Ariel had that, it fit them and their relationship perfectly, the way Eric just clung to her, and Ariel's happy smile as she hugged him back 😭
The mermaid statue and the dress representing the land vs. the sea???? and both returning back to where they're supposed to be but having new meanings????
Ariel's wedding dress being pink to (probably) pay homage to her pink ballgown in the animated movie was such a good touch, and i loved the length!!
Triton and Ariel's goodbye, where he says "you shouldn't have had to give up your voice for me to hear you"???? hello my father issues jumped tf out and had me sobbing in the theater
literally the entire movie was so beautiful, i could talk about it for hours, this is the best live action remake honestly, and Eric and Ariel (specifically the live action version obvi) have moved up to become my favorite Disney Princess/Prince pairing, just behind Belle and Adam (bc let's be honest, nothing can top them)
@queen-with-the-quill bc i know you're seeing it soon! more things i forgot to tell you lol
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theemissuniverse · 1 year ago
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“CRUSHED” RAIDEN X COMEDIC RELIEF FEM!READER
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SUMMARY : You had a crush on Raiden and it was painfully obvious to everyone except him
WARNINGS : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. smut, p in v, praise kink, body worship, some other things I probably forgot
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Raiden never noticed your crush for some reason. One time Raiden had just got done with his training. He was shirtless and drinking a bottle of water. He saw you were standing right next to him. He was a bit startled as he saw you practically came out of nowhere but he smiled at you none the less. “Hello, (Y/N).”
“Hello my future husband.” You said a little quietly.
Raiden didn’t hear you. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said ‘hey Raiden’.” Your eyes darted to his chest and god did it look like the Elder Gods sculpted him out beautifully.
Raiden didn’t notice your staring. He downed the rest of his water before carefully placing it in the trash. “What have you been up to?”
You shrugged. “Oh you know. Just hanging around…” You had pulled out a rag as if you were a magician and made it appear out of thin air. “I should probably get the sweat off your chest.”
Raiden was about to say something but your hands immediately met his chest and you started to damp at it with the rag. He smiled at you, not minding you at all. “I think sweat is suppose to be right there, (Y/N).”
“Well, you know…accidents and all.”
Raiden probably was either naive or completely stupid to not see you had the biggest crush on him. To him though, he just couldn’t believe that a pretty girl like yourself would even have a thing for him so he pushed the thought of it away.
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Another time Raiden should’ve put the puzzle pieces together was when you were in your room and your neck was hurting. Raiden knocked on your door. “Come in.”
Raiden walked in and closed the door. “You weren’t at training, (Y/N) so I just wanted to check on you.”
You sighed at the tension in your neck. “Yeah I know. My neck and shoulders are killing me.”
Raiden stepped a bit closer to you. “May I?” You shrugged. It already hurt bad, what was the worse that could happen?
He got behind you and started to gently rubbed your neck and shoulders. It was with slow but harsh movements that was releasing your tension. You moaned some, feeling some of the pain be gone. “God that feels amazing.”
“Is everything alright? You’re really tensed.”
The truth was your crush on Raiden was actually physically stressing you out but you obviously couldn’t tell him. “Nothing. Me and Johnny were having a dance battle. Must’ve pulled a muscle or something.”
Raiden continued to rub your neck and shoulders. “Tell him if he makes you pull a muscle again I’ll beat him like I did last time.”
You giggled at his caring nature towards you. “Now that you mention it, my back hurts a little.” You lied. You just wanted to feel his hands on you.
Raiden smiled to you though. He didn’t catch the lie. “Lay down on your stomach and I’ll get your back too.”
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Another time was when you all would have dinner, you’d constantly make an excuse to sit on his lap. “Oh, would you look at that? No chairs here.”
Kung Lao looked up to you, giving you a look. “There’s one right there.”
You immediately threw the chair back and with your strength, you broke it. “Oh my god. I guess I just don’t know my own strength.” You sat down in Raiden’s lap. “Guess I’ll just sit here then.” This caused the others to shake their head at Raiden’s stupidity as he still did not get it.
Raiden never minded. He actually liked that you did because now you would baby him and cut up his food before feeding it to him.
He wrapped his arm around you and watched you cut through a piece of his food before feeding it to him with a fork.
Raiden would do the same for you. He cut up some food himself and fed it to you with the same fork.
“You two make me sick.” Johnny told you two.
The last time Raiden should’ve obviously noticed is when the group was chatting among themselves and you came up with a box of cookies.
You handed them to Raiden, smiling big as you had been the one to make them. “These are for you, Raiden. I made them myself.”
Raiden smiled, taking the box full cookies. “Thank you, (Y/N). What’s the occasion?”
“My undying love for you.” Everybody but Raiden heard you say that.
“What was that?” Raiden asked as he did not hear you.
You laughed it off. “Oh just because you’ve done such a good job at training.” You watched as Johnny tried to reach in for a cookie. “Back off, Cage!”
“Ow!” Johnny held his hand that you swatted.
Raiden picked up a cookie and took a bite. They were chocolate chip. They practically melted in his mouth. “These are really good.” Raiden bent down to your level and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, (Y/N).”
He walked away from you. You were smiling as big as the sun. Everyone turned to see your reaction. “I’m never washing my face again.”
They all shook their head. “There’s no way Raiden is that clueless right?” Kenshi asked.
“I’m afraid he is that clueless.” Kung Lao said.
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But Raiden didn’t find out any of those ways. No, not all. You had accidentally left your diary in the library and him thinking it was a regular book, he picked it up, about to read it.
That’s when he saw it. All the pages where you talked about how much you liked him. But wait - it only gets worse.
Raiden also saw the sexual fantasies you had about him and how badly you had wished he would make you his.
He felt bad for reading it but also felt good. Because Raiden had a secret. He had a crush on you too.
He closed the book up and immediately went to your room. He knocked on the door.
You opened the door and looked to see Raiden. “Hi Raiden!” When you realized you sounded a bit too excited, you cleared your throat and leaned on the wall. “I mean…what’s up Raiden.”
It was like everything you did, Raiden finally understood. How could he be so clueless? Foolish even. Were you always that obvious? “I found this in the library.” He handed you your diary.
“Cool. Thanks.” You took the diary and then the realization hit you. “Wait.” You threw the diary across the room. “How did you know it was my diary?”
Guilt sprang on Raiden. He scratched the back of his neck before replying. “I didn’t mean to but I read it.”
Your heart sank. It was like a million bombs were strapped on your chest and you waited to be exploded. Gone forever. “That’s crazy. Because that’s not even my diary. I’m holding it for a friend.”
Raiden thought it would be just best to confront it now also considering he needed to get his own feelings off his chest too. “I know you have feelings for me, (Y/N).”
You tried to play it off. “Pfft. Whaaaat? Me? Have feelings for you? That’s crazy talk. I mean sure you are incredibly handsome, perfect boyfriend material, good with your hands, kind, caring-is kind and caring the same thing? Sweet, have really nice abs, cute in your hat you always wear, a work of art to look at-“
Raiden always thought your rambling was cute but this time he didn’t want to hear it. He pulled you by the waist with his right hand and with his left hand, he cupped the back of your neck and kissed you.
You stood there a little bit in shock but you kissed him back. You were kind of afraid to touch him and he picked up on that.
Raiden gently pushed you more into your room and he shut the door behind him. Your hands then now instinctively wrapped around his neck.
He kissed you like he himself had loved you since he met you. He was honestly glad you had feelings for him because now he could be with you.
He kept kissing you full of hunger. “Jump.” He said in your mouth.
You listened to him and Raiden caught you by your thighs. He made your legs wrap around his waist and he laid you on the bed.
You could not believe this was happening. Raiden was actually making out with you. You felt like you were dreaming. None of this was real right?
Raiden pulled away from the kiss and began to kiss and suck on your neck. You moaned some. Your hands went into his hair and you knocked the hat off his head.
“I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away.” Raiden said, pulling away from you.
“Oh no. You’re fine.” You said, gazing into his eyes.
Raiden noticed the loving stare you gave him and he felt like a fool again for not realizing sooner. “I came here to tell you I have feelings for you too. And I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend.”
“Yes!” You practically shouted but then you realized you were overly excited so you cleared your throat. “I mean yeah, that’s cool. Whatever.”
Raiden chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Good.”
“You know what would really solidify this relationship?”
“What is that?”
“If you kept kissing me.”
Raiden smiled at you. He gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and he remembered what you wrote in your diary. “I got a better idea.”
You were a little confused. Raiden took off your pants and your underwear. You were about to ask him what he was doing but he wasted no time. He got in between your legs and started to eat you out.
You gasped at his tongue now colliding with your clit. “Oh my gods.” Raiden held your thighs tightly as he ate you out. “Yeah, that’s a better idea.”
Raiden licked your folds and sucked all of your juice. He cursed at himself for not doing sooner. You tasted better than good to him.
Your hands tugged on his hair a little as he ate you out. You started to move on his tongue a little to try and get some friction.
Raiden picked up on it and placed his tongue exactly where your clit was as you moved back and forth. You moaned loudly.
He sucked on your clit gently and you almost lost it there. You didn’t want this anymore. You wanted him.“Raiden. Please.”
Raiden picked up his head. He used two of his fingers to pump in and out of your pussy before looking at you. “Yes, love?”
The nickname gave you butterflies. “I want you. Really bad.”
Raiden knew what you meant by this. He bit his lip. “Are you sure? I don’t have a problem with going down on you.”
“Please. Don’t make me beg more.”
Raiden stopped pumping his fingers in you. He licked the juices off his fingers and he started to unbutton his pants.
You helped him take his pants off. He took his shirt off. Then his underwear. You went a little wide eyed by his size. “You are so big.” You blurted out.
Raiden should be used to your bluntness but he wasn’t. He blushed a little and nervously chuckled. He pulled you down some so he could align himself with you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” You nodded eagerly and he entered you.
The both of you moaned at the the new contact. You felt so right on his dick that Raiden did not ever feel like pulling out.
He waited for you to adjust correctly before leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. He then started to move in and out of you at a steady pace.
You moaned. Raiden rubbed on your stomach soothingly as he gave you slow and sensual strokes. He wanted to feel all of you.
You always thought that you were more so the rough and fast girl but there was something about Raiden going so slow that it felt so intense and intimate than it already was.
Raiden went a little bit faster but kept the intimate tone to it. He groaned some. Your pussy clenching on him was the best thing in the world to him. “You look so beautiful like this.”
You moaned at his words. Raiden kissed you again softly before speaking again. “You feel so good. I don’t want to ever stop.”
You moaned at his words. “Raiden stop. You’re going to make me cum so fast.”
Raiden couldn’t help but praise you and worship your body. He went a little bit faster into you making you moan out loudly. “You sound so amazing.” Raiden grunted some. “I finally have you all to myself.”
“Raiden. Oh my gods.” He kept at his pace. Your hands felt all over his chest. “You look so good.” You complimented him.
Raiden smiled at your praise and he leaned down to kiss you. “You look better.” Raiden moaned more as he fucked you into the bed.
He was hitting your good spot. “Yes. Right there. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
Raiden picked up your thighs and wrapped them around his waist so he could hit it at a better angle. He then started to pound into you. “Right here, love?”
“Yes, yes, yes. You make me so good.”
Raiden grunted at your words. He felt himself inching closer to his release. “You’re so pretty.”
All of Raiden’s praises made you tear up and you didn’t understand why. He was just so kind to you during sex you couldn’t believe it even though it was in his nature.
He noticed it and kissed your tears away. “Why are you crying, gorgeous?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“It’s true. I can’t help myself.” Raiden slowed down his pace and brought himself a little closer to you. He started to fuck into you slow but hard. He once again was hitting your spot so good but this time you couldn’t even form words anymore and threw your head back in pleasure. He made you look at him in the eyes. “Don’t turn away from me now.”
He was hitting it so good that you couldn’t even speak. You just moaned in quick gasps as he fucked you. “I’m almost there.” He told you. “Only you can do this to me. You’re too beautiful.” You still couldn’t even form words so he started to fuck you even harder. “Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”
“Oh my gods. I’m beautiful. Raiden I’m close.”
“Ah-where do you want it at?”
“Inside. Please. I need you.”
Raiden thought he needed you more. He gave you a sloppy but passionate kiss. You moaned into the kiss, about to come undone. “Baby, I’m cumming. I’m cumming please.”
He grunted at your cries and came after. “(Y/N), yes. Oh my gods yes.”
The two of you rode your orgasms out. When you were done, he leaned down to kiss you and you kissed him back. “Do you want me to start a bath for you?”
You smiled, nodding. “Yes. Please.” He gave you one final peck on the lips before getting up. He put his boxers on and went to the bathroom that was connected to your room.
Your diary was next to your side of the bed on the floor. You quickly picked it up and grabbed the pen that was on your desk.
‘Raiden is so good at sex. He knows where to kiss me in all the right places and-‘
You stopped writing when you felt someone snatch the diary away from you. You saw it was Raiden. “Hey, stop!”
“What are writing? Is it about me?” He teased a little.
“Stop it!”
“Raiden is so good at sex. He-“ He tried to read out but it turned into a wrestling match for the diary.
Well at least you finally got Raiden.
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ninupi · 1 month ago
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patched up | t. mitsuya
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₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, mitsuya calls reader a tough girl lol, mentions of blood, mentions of a knife, mentions of stitches, reader shedding a few tears, lots of teasing if i forgot anything just lmk!
₊˚⊹♡ wc; 1600+
₊˚⊹♡ a/n; just thinking about mitsuya having a crush on the cooking club president two classroom doors down from his club lol
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"You should try going from underneath, you won't poke your fingers as much and it'll be a cleaner stitch...see?" mitsuya then turns to the first year girl staring intensely at his hands waiting for her to say something.
She then looks up at him a bit flustered "oh y-yeah I see, thank you" she mutters taking her piece back from him. Mitsuya watches over her for a few moments softly nodding to himself when he notices her stitches looking much cleaner.
He takes a quick once over of the clubroom to see if anyone needs help with anything but before he can ask anyone if they need help, the rooms door slides open with a loud bang. He looks over to see a first year girl he doesn't recognize looking a bit shocked.
"Can I help you?" he questions walking towards her while she looks around "Y-yeah do you- do you know? Where is mitsuya?" she questioned although she doesn't know who or what she's asking for "Thats me, what do you need?"
She gives him a weird look before stepping into the classroom "Can I have your first aid kit? Do you have a first aid kit?" she questions looking around for said item "Yeah, but what do you need it for? What club are you even from?" mitsuya questions getting a bit annoyed at her intrusion.
"I’m from the cooking club, y/n, do you know y/n? She cut herself with a knife pretty bad, there's blood everywhere. And our first aid kit is missing, we can't find it." she sighs out in annoyance at mitsuya’s lack of movement.
He doesn't say anything to her when he goes into the supply closet reaching for the kit "Oh thank you- you guys just keep working on your stitching i’ll be back in a little bit. Come get me if you need help with anything Yasuda."
Mitsuya then walks out of the classroom with the first year following behind him "Y-you could've just given me the kit, you don't have to come" she rambles nearly tripping over her feet. "You said she's bleeding a lot, what if she needs stitches?"
He obviously wouldn't be the one to stitch her up but he also didn't want to admit he just wanted to make sure you were alright. "You think she'll need stitches?" She exclaims while they walk into the room, mitsuya immediately knows where you are based off the group of people surrounding you.
"Ok guys excuse me, are you alright y/n?" you look up at mitsuya with wide eyes and a towel pressed into your palm, which is covered in blood. "M-mitsuya what are you- what are you doing here? I just told you to ask him for his first aid kit, you don't have to help its ok."
He completely ignores you while grabbing a stool to sit on and help you. “It’s fine, plus I wanted to make sure I got my first aid kit back" he teases eyeing the nervous year in the corner who just looks away embarrassed and slightly annoyed.
"I would've made sure to return it, but thank you" you mutter holding out your shaky hand to mitsuya, he gently grabs it while starting to removing the towel. The first time you flinch he immediately stops and looks up at you.
"S-sorry it tugged on something" you explain while scooting closer to him while anxiously bouncing your leg, which mitsuya takes note of the few drops of blood on it. Maybe you do need stitches he thinks to himself while removing the towel off your hand fully.
Looking at your hand he can't really see how deep the cut is with all the dried blood on it "Where did you cut yourself?" he mutters moving your hand around gently trying to get a better look "My palm, I wasn't paying attention and trying to cut that onion..."
He then looks at your station and sees a half cut onion covered in blood along with a way too big knife "That's a big knife don't you think?" he laughs looking back towards you.
"I said I wasn't paying attention" you sigh with an eye roll "You have to set a better example to your peers miss president" he jokes nodding his head to the other students in the room, some of which are still huddled around the two of you.
"Alright I'm going to need you guys to give me some space please..." mitsuya softly laughs leading you to your stations sink "Yeah guys just go back to your stations and finish cutting your vegetables" you wave them off with your uncut hand.
"And dont use overly big knives" You softly smack mituyas arm at his small jab while he laughs holding your hand, which doesnt seem to be bleeding anymore, over the sink. He turns the water on holding his hand under it waiting for it to get a bit warm.
And when its at a good temperature he turns to you with a frown "Ok these next few parts are going to suck" he warns while you take in a deep breath and nod knowing what's coming next. After another minute you turn to him with a soft nod.
He then leads your hand underneath the lukewarm water softly rubbing away the dried blood and when you try you pull your arm away he holds on tighter "almost done, sorry" he just continues when you dont say anything.
"Ok...all done" he sighs shutting off the water now able to see the actual cut "Good news is, you dont need stitches, it’s not that deep. Just a long cut" he explains while shaking his hands dry and reaching for the first aid kit.
"Thank god, all that blood scared me" you sigh looking at your palm poking around the cut "Stop that, I need to clean it now" he scolds grabbing your hand again this time with a bottle of alcohol in the other "You just cleaned it!" you exclaimed pulling you hand free from his grasp holding it close to your chest.
He stares at you a bit wide eyed then laughs "I rinsed it, now I need to clean it so it doesn't get infected or anything" he explains holding out his hand waiting for you "But that's going to hurt" you whine nodding towards the bottle of alcohol.
"I did say that these next few parts were going to suck" he says with a small smile, you can only sigh in defeat giving him your hand. He feels you anxiously stepping back and fourth while he opens the bottle "Don't move, the quicker I do this the faster its over"
And just as he's about to pour it over your cut you rip your hand away "S-sorry! but you have to count down, you can't just do that!" you whine slightly jumping in place shaking your good hand.
He rolls his eyes grabbing your hand again "Ok 1 2...3" and then you feel the cold liquid being poured over your hand "Oh it's not that-oh my god" You whimper once it finally starts to burn and you rest your head on mitsuya’s back.
"You ok?" he mutters trying to take a peek at you from over his shoulder "I think I'm going to pass out" you whisper resting more of your weight on him. "Actually?" he panics turning to grab you "N-no but that was so much worse then I could've expected" you mutter immediately taking a seat at the stool while tears prick at your eyes.
Mitsuya watches as you try to blink back tears while leaning against the counter "It’s ok to cry, the worst part is over at least" he sighs while grabbing some gauze from the first aid kit "I’m not crying, my eyes just teared up a bit..."
When you look up at him he's giving you an unimpressed look "alright tough girl, give me your hand and then we're done" mitsuya clicks his tongue in annoyance when you let out a big sigh and slap you hand into his.
"I could just leave you to finish it if you want" he warns even as he starts to wrap your hand "I’m just kidding, don’t do that I won't be able to wrap it properly" you whine softly nudging him with your knee which he reciprocates shortly after.
"Look at that, all nice and clean" he smiles squeezing your wrist gently while looking up at you "Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this. I could’ve just had one of them help me" you sigh nodding towards your friends who are silently watching the two of you.
"I wanted to make sure it was done properly, it’s no problem" he shrugs while throwing away the bloodied towel and other things "Well thank you, I appreciate it" you smile shooing him away from you station to stop him from cleaning it all.
"Well i'll see you later...don't use such a big knife next time" he jokes walking towards the door "Yeah, noted" you groan throwing the blood covered onion in the trash "That goes for you guys too, and find your first aid kit!" he calls out pointing towards the first year who came to get him.
"He's just teasing Yamai, ignore him" You smile to yourself when she throws her hands up in confusion "If he's going to patch me up maybe ill knick my finger or something..." you hear a second year girl whisper to her partner while giggling.
"He's not going to come patch you up, he only came because it was y/n" your friend explains causing the two girls to blush softly "That’s not true, i'm sure he'd help..." you mutter secretly knowing she's right, he only came because it was you. The thought makes you smile a bit while you throw your cutting board in the sink.
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reallychaoticwoo · 3 months ago
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can I request an idol Yeosang x fan reader smut where after the concert she gets lost and runs into Yeosang and she gets injured and is bleeding so he takes her to his hotel room. ETC? Please include squirting and maybe she a virgin?
It took me a bit to write, and I have not proofread it, but hopefully, you can enjoy anyways!(:
❤️Pairing: Idol Yeosang x Atiny reader
🎬Genre: MNDI Smut, Fluff, Romance?
⚠️Warnings: MDNI Smut, Soft Dom? Yeosang, Subish? Reader, virgin reader, squirting twice, injuries to face and knee (reader tripped), slight blood mentioned, andddd i think that's it, but please let me know if I forgot anything!
✨️This is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Yeosang or the other members in any way.
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The Ateez concert had just finished and everyone was leaving the venue. You stayed put a bit longer taking everything in. The confetti at your feet, the wave of emotions crashing through you, the stage, now empty, that just held the very men that had changed your life without even knowing it. Letting out a small sigh, you tightened your grip on your bag and reluctantly started to head out.
Leaving the venue, you decided you'd head to the parking decks and just be with the night for a little bit. You wanted to sit with your feelings and enjoy just being. As you made your way up the many flights of stairs, you tripped and fell face first onto the steps above you. (I guess you really can trip up lol.) Pulling yourself up and dusting off your clothes you finally made it to your deck number. You plopped down against the cold concrete, pulling out your phone to assess your face. Of course you busted your lip and your eyebrow was bleeding too. You pulled your pants leg up as your knee had hurt walking up the stairs and yup, it was scratched up and already bruising. You wiped the blood from your face as best you could but it didn't seem to stop quite yet. You decided it wast going to stop you from enjoying your post concert high. You unlocked your phone, pulling up YouTube, and put on your favorite song. You hummed quietly to it while you enjoyed the crisp night air.
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The members were all heading back to their dressing room, post concert adrenaline making them a bit rowdy. Yeosang however, wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet after a concert. He wanted time to reflect on his fans and his performance. To revel in the fact this was indeed his life, and so many people adored him and his 7 brothers. He told the guys he was going for a walk and they all nodded in understanding. Hongjoong reminding him not to go too far and to try and stay out of busy areas.
Yeosang decided he'd head to one of the parking decks. He just knew he'd be able to breathe and enjoy some quiet there seeing as most of the fan had left the decks already. He figured he'd be able to get a nice view as well. Walking up the stairs he heard a faint noise, it sounded like one of their songs? Curious as to where the music was coming from he walked out and saw an Atiny sitting all by herself, eyes closed, breathing deeply. He took in your outfit, a soft pale green corset top, cream pants that flowed beautifully, and a photocard on your bag. His photocard. Noticing only a second later the sign next to you that said, 'Not so secret ultra Doberman lover'. He smiled to himself at the girl in front of him who looked oh so peaceful. Then he noticed the cuts on your face..
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"Are you okay?" You heard a voice laced with concern ask.
Looking up to the sound you saw Yeosang. No, that couldn't be right. You blinked thinking that your mind was playing tricks on you. There was no way your bias was standing in front of you asking if you were alright.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. You just, you look hurt. Are you okay?" He asked again.
"Uh, um- Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. I was just about to leave, don't worry about me." You said stumbling over your words trying to grab your things to get up.
"No you weren't. Other than your injuries you were looking quite peaceful and contect a second ago. No need to leave." He laughed softly. "Do you mind if I join you? I could use some peace right now."
You blushed, looking down, praying the man you had been crushing on for years wouldn't see. "Of course. I can change the music if you want me to I'm sure you must be tired of hearing your own songs right now." You said giving a small giggle.
"No, no need, this is fine." He said smiling warmly as he sat down on the concrete next to you. "So, what happened?" He asked looking at your busted lip and eyebrow.
"Oh, um.. I tripped walking up the stairs. And yes I'm aware how stupid that sounds." You head now in your hands mentally scolding yourself.
"I'm not judging I've seen a lot crazier things happen. We should at least get you cleaned up tho tiny." He stood back up, offering you a hand.
"No, it's okay really. I'm already extremely embarrassed and you probably have better things to do anyways." You said shaking you head still not able to look him in the eyes.
"Thats where you're wrong tiny, I have nothing better to do then help out a super ultra Doberman lover." He chuckled pulling you up to stand. There was absolutely no hiding your blush now.
Placing his hand around your lower back he walked you back towards the venue and then to the dressing room.
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"Guys, we have a hurt atiny here so I'm going to clean her up really quick and make sure she's okay." Yeosang announced to the rest of the group, hand still slightly resting on your lower back.
"Yeo, I said avoid the main areas." Hongjoong said a little sternly, but he shot you a reassuring smile. "Hello atiny, sorry you got hurt. Yeosang will get you all fixed up and hopefully you'll be good as new."
You smiled back, thanking him silently. "I'm sorry for intruding, I tried to tell him I would be fine. I hope I haven't interrupted your night." You adressed the room anything but confidently.
"Oh please, we love getting to meet our fans. I hope aside from the injures, you enjoyed your night." Seonghwa spoke looking at you with the warmest smile.
"I most definitely did. You all did amazing. Everything was perfection, the lighting, the solo performances, the props. I doubt I'll forget this feeling anytime soon." You offered, blush creeping on your cheeks and ears.
Yeosang smiled at you, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself tiny, now let's go get you cleaned up."
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Leaving the dressing room he walked you to a near by room. It looked like another dressing room, but much more empty. He watched you scan the room before telling you that they all had individual dressing rooms as well as a group room. This was his. He walked you towards the vanity and helped you sit on the table portion.
Grabbing some antibacterial solution, q tips, and a bandage, he walked back over to you and started to clean the blood off of your forehead first. He was gentle, so gentle, and you couldn't help but sneak glances up at him. God, was he beautiful. Pictures and videos did not do him justice. As you looked up at him, your heart began to flutter. How did you get so lucky that he just stumbled on you in the parking deck and brought you to his dressing room?? You didn't know, but you were thanking whatever entity lined the stars for you tonight.
Placing the bandage on your forehead, Yeosang started to clean up the blood around your lip. His thumb gently moving your lip to be able to clean the area better. You jumped a bit, his touch was not something you ever imagined you'd be feeling but it was absolutely magical.
He pulled back a bit, "Are you okay?? Did I hurt you?" He looked at you with concern in his eyes.
"No, no. You didn't hurt me. I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you" You replied looking up at his through your lashes fighting off the blush that threatened to revealed itself again.
"Oh, okay. Am I good to continue then?" He asked looking a bit puzzled.
"Yes. Thank you again for helping me tonight, Yeosang. You really didn't have to."
"I didn't. But I wanted to. Not every day a beautiful atiny just happens to be doing the exact thing you were heading to do." You smiled down at you. "You know, I was coming to get some fresh air, some quiet time, and I heard your music playing. I'm really happy I decided to see where it was coming from."
"R-really?" You barely got out, your voice a small whisper.
"Really. You looked so peaceful, absolutely stunning. Thank you for letting me take care of you." He said, wiping the last bit of blood from your lip. Turning only to throw away the bloodied qtips before looking back to you. "Please don't think of me badly, I'm usually not so forward, but could I kiss you?" He asked, his hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Y-you want to.. you want to kiss me?" Your eyes widened. Your heartbeat starting to race.
"Only if you are okay with it, yes. I'd really like to kiss you right now." He stepped only a few inches closer.
You looked at him like a dear in headlights only able to nod. Afraid if you spoke your inner fangirl would probably screech in happiness right now.
And with your confirmation, he stepped forward, cupping your face in his hands, leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. Your arms moved up around his shoulders, hand softly playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It started off gentle, reverent even. It didn't take long for it to turn slightly more passionate. His tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for access, to which you immediately granted. His hands moving down your body, slowly tracing the contours and every curve before resting at your hips. You absentmindedly pulled him closer so he was now directly in between your spread legs, chest pressed against yours. He pulled back ever so slightly so he could look at you. "Is this okay? Tell me to stop if you want me to stop."
"Please do not stop Yeosang." Your voice was like music to his ears. He didn't know what it was about you, the way your giggle sounded, or how serene you looked earlier even with your injuries. Maybe it was the way your outfit looked on your body, or how even though he was your bias you didn't loose your mind over his presence. Whatever it was he was now fully entranced by you.
Placing soft kisses down the side of your neck, his hands started working on untying that beautiful green corset you wore. Slipping it off you gently, taking in your bare chest with eyes full of lust. He kissed down your bare chest painfully slow, not leaving a single area of skin untouched. His hands softly rubbing on your thighs. You leaned forward slightly to slip his shirt off of him, a small gasp leaving your mouth as his top fell to the floor. He really was like a human statue. Carved to perfection. If you weren't wet before, you were now. And he was about to find out as his hands started to reach for the buttons of your pants. Stopping to look up at you again. "Keep going, I want this, I want you." You said breathily. He unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down with your panties immediately bending down to be eye level with your soaked entrance. "Fuck" He sighed. Tracing a finger from your chest down to your folds before gently pressing it down on your clit. You let of a soft moan at that. Something he needed to hear more of and fast. Without waisting another second he pulled your legs forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and placed a wide tongued lick from your hole to your clit. Causing you to let out a whiney moan and drop you head back. He placed a few more slow, calculated licks, before he dove in licking, sucking, and softly nipping at your enticing bud. Moving down to lap up your wetness directly from the sorce before giving attention to you clit again. Slipping in a finger into you he groaned. "Fuck tiny, you are so tight. There's no way you are this tight" his pants now restricting his impossibly hard member. "Yeo - ah, this might be a good time to mention I'm a virgin.." You barely got out that information before he was pulling back to look at you, shock evident on his face. "We- we should probably stop then, I don't want to take that from you if you're not ready beautiful." You smiled warmly at him grateful he was so respectful but disappointed he'd stopped. "Yeosang, I literally couldn't not think of a single better person to loose my virginity to, please, please, keep going." You begged reassuring him you wanted this as much as he did. "Are you 100% sure??" He asked once more. "Yes, please, I'm positive." You looked at him with glossy eyes, silently pleading to be fucked. "Okay gorgeous, but let me know if at any point you need to stop." You nodded and with that he was back to work slipping 2 fingers inside of you, hitting the spongey mound inside with perfect timing. Your legs started to shake and you started to clench around his fingers. Whines and moans escaping your lips as he expertly brought you to the edge of your first orgasm. Slipping a third finger inside he quickened his pace ever so slightly. You were barely there, a trembling, moaning mess you were so close. "Thats it beautiful, I can tell you're close. Just let go, come for me tiny." And as soon as the words left his mouth your body spasmed, legs going limp, vision going white, bliss flooding your veins, your release spraying all over his hands, chest, and face as he slowly started to bring his mouth and fingers to a halt. "Fuck, that was a pleasant surprise. You are so fucking sexy tiny." He said with a lustful sigh. You looked at him through half closed lids, smiling, drunk from your orgasm. Reaching out to pull him down to you, kissing his lips urgently. Your hands working on removing his pants. You needed to feel that again. And you needed it now. "Can you make me do it again? Please, Yeosang, please it felt so good." You begged as you finally started to pull his pants down. His thick cock springing up to attention and hitting your sensitive pussy ever so slightly causing you to buck your hips wanting to feel that again.
"Are you sure you can handle more, I don't want to hurt you darling" He asked slowly rubbing his cock in between folds lubricating it with your sweet juices.
"Yes, fuck pleaaaseee" You begged years starting to form in your eyes. You were desperate. You'd always been so afraid of sex but now you weren't sure you'd ever want to stop.
"Okay baby, just lean back and relax for me, okay?" He rubbed your thighs as you steadied yourself on your forearms. "Good girl," He said as he was placing gentle kisses to your jaw, lining himself up. With his free hand, he grabbed your hip and slowly started to push himself into you. His eyes rolled back, groaning at the feel of your walls stretching around him so perfectly. Once he was fulling inside, he began to move slowly, his eyes locked on yours to make sure you remained comfortable. "F-feels so good, Sangie," your voice but a faint whisper. "I'm okay, you can stop being so careful." You added. He quirked a brow at you and started to pick up his pace, hitting slightly deeper with each thrust. He watched your expression to find what made you come undone the most. Slamming into you at a steady pace, his cock hitting your cervix every few thrust. You were sobbing in pleasure, head thrown back, legs shaking once again. You bit your lips trying to hold back the screams that treated to come out. As soon as you started to clench around him again he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Fuck, fuck, you're so fucking tight baby, I'm gonna- where do you want it?" He asked barely able to form a coherent sentence much less control his urge to just spew inside of you at this very moment. Claim your virgin pussy as his.
"In-inside- please - feels so good, don't want you to pull out yet." And with that, he was pounding into you sloppily at an excruciatingly wonderful pace. His hips bucking into yours only 3 more times before he was releasing hot white ropes into your spasming walls. Your own release spraying all over him as you let out a silent scream in euphoria. He stilled inside you, leaning forward to help hold you up, placing kisses all over your face. "You did so good, I'm so proud of you. You did such a good job taking me, tiny. " You gave him a blissful smile still coming back to after your second intense release tonight.
"This might be a long shot, but how would you feel about coming home with me? We can figure out the rest later." Yeosang asked, looking at you eagerly waiting for your answer.
"Like.. for the night or?" You questioned.
"For tonight, and as long as you'd like. I'd like to see where this goes. Only if you're comfortable with that, of course. " He smiled at you, pulling you up to help clean you off and get you redressed.
"I - I, I would really like that." You blushed looking up at him as he got himself dressed.
"Great, let's go inform the guys that you'll be coming on the bus with us then. You can sleep with me, of course, and we will figure it out from there." He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss before taking your hand and walking you back to the main dressing room.
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He opened the door and walked in his hand in yours and looked around the room, making sure everyone was there.
"You get her all cleaned up?" San asked.
"I think he did more than that." Wooyoung said, shooting a knowing smirk between you and Yeosang.
"Well, Yeosang spill it. I can tell you want to say something." Hongjoong said, crossing his arms, looking at Yeosang impatiently.
"I just wanted to let everyone know I plan on bringing tiny home with me. And before you ask, yes, she has already agreed." Yeosang said, addressing the room.
"HA! you all owe me $50. I told you Yeo would be the first one to find himself a girl." Wooyoung cackled, looking at the rest of the guys with a huge grin across his face.
You smiled to yourself, a small giggle escaping your lips. You might as well get used to this now if you'll be staying with them. Maybe you can just hide in Yeosang's room for the first week or so. Yeah, that sounds good. You look at Yeosang hopeful for what's to come, and he squeezes your hand, agreeing.
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ordowrites · 6 months ago
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cw: D/s, B/D/S/M practices, maybe ooc?, modern day AU, minors dni, mdni, some choking, semi-public sex, Diluc is a brat tamer, some use of 'Sir', afab!reader, praise kink, breeding kink, breeding mention, semi realistic power exchange but not quite, oral (m.receiving), please let me know if i forgot to tag something, this is entirely self indulgent, established relationship, negotiated k!nk (off screen), not sfw, reader wears a dress, banter
ageless and blank blogs DNI. Do not post elsewhere.
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you two are a power couple, well loved by all - it is clear to the world diluc is enamored with you and you, him. most women desire him but oh, if only they knew what happens behind closed doors.
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His arm is wrapped around your waist, hand at your hip and you look straight forward - hoping that the flashing of the lights won't blind you so much as the two of you slowly make your way down the red carpet. Paparazzi and news casters all clamor to ask questions, yelling out things in hopes of getting either your or your husband's attention. You sigh, this is the last place you want to be today but it's important to your husband to attend this party and you, the dutiful spouse, agreed to take some time from your own work to join him.
As a show for the paparazzi, your dearest husband gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him with those red eyes that always catch you off guard and entice you. Diluc is not one for such large displays of public affection but tonight, he seems to be in a very different mood. Perhaps it has something to do with your dress choice, low cut to give him a lovely glimpse of those breasts he loves to play with and a slit at the side of your leg, showing off a bit of a thigh garter you wear - it may look like a sexy fashion statement but its significance is not lost on either you nor Diluc.
When you had first put it on, he looked as if he was trying to not jump you before heading out. You had grinned and asked if he was alright, and how he had to catch himself and told you no. You love to tease him, after all, the more you tease, the more fun the night becomes. You’ve made it into a personal game to see how long you can tease him before he snaps and drags you off somewhere - he is, at heart, a wild and feral man. The bruises beneath your dress are a testament, how they flourish against your skin, how he always kisses each and everyone of those bruises afterwards. This man truly has your heart as much as you have his. 
He kisses you in no extra fashion, but it seems to get the crowd excited and shouting. Soon enough, Diluc is guiding you down the red carpet again. Your relationship is the envy of all, it is perfect on the outside. Every gossip magazine, every bit of celebrity following always brings the two of you up as the ideal couple. But oh, if they knew what happened behind closed doors, you wonder if the perception would be different.
"Mr. Ragnivindr, can you tell us about your latest invention?" Someone calls, and he stops walking again and looks at them. He inclines his head to you, a small frown on those plump lips of his and you think of better uses for his mouth than talking to someone.
"She's the brains behind it, she is, after all, the smart one." He answers. "I'm merely here to...indulge. In the future, please direct questions to her."
You blush and shake your head. "Oh, Diluc," you gently admonish with a soft giggle. "Don't be so humble."
"Is honesty being humble?" He returns as he kisses you again. All for show, and you realize that he brought you along just to show you off. "I am merely stating the truth, my beloved."
With that, he hurries the two of you inside - no longer wanting to interact with a crowd of faceless strangers. Inside is much quieter, with less flashing lights and people calling out. Everyone who are all big names are at this party, all wanting to social climb or make some sort of connection.
Socializing takes all of your battery with these folks, but you do it with ease and Diluc could not look prouder. Though on occasion, you do flirt with another guy or chat them up, laughing at horrible jokes. This is just a game the two of you play - you would never be unfaithful to Diluc, but you do like to rile him up. Get him to let go of that picture perfect image he tries to maintain.
You sip at the wine that is available and sigh. You stepped away from the crowds of people to get a breather - you're certain your face will break in half if you have to keep grinning. Man, how you long to be at home, curled up on the couch with a good book while some show plays in the background. (The other option is something you want to banish from your head, but your husband being in proximity does not help you in doing so.)
"This wine isn't very sweet," you murmur as you take another sip. "It's very disappointing."
"My apologies that what we have created does not meet your palate," Diluc says - you're uncertain if he's being sarcastic or not but you grin.
"You better be sorry. You know I never settle for anything less."
He scoffs and chuckles a little bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I will be sure to only cater to your picky tastes in the future, my love." You snag some chocolate from a silver platter that's being carried around by some of the staff.
"Y'know," you say as you take a bite of the food. "Chocolate and wine make for an interesting aphrodisiac." He gives a soft hum in response as you hold up the remainder of the snack to him - your eyes widen when he accepts the food, but also takes your fingers into your mouth. You stifle a gasp as he sucks on your fingers and swirls his tongue around. Your cunt clenches, wishing his mouth were working somewhere else that's not your fingers.
To the outside, the two of you look like a cute couple doing something stupid and cute. More gossip for folks in the morning. Your heart pounds in your chest - you know exactly what message he is sending to you.
Especially when he releases your fingers from his mouth with a wet pop, but keeps a firm grip on your wrist as he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. He trails kisses along your inner wrist, stopping short of your elbow. You struggle to recover from this.
"Perhaps we should try that out sometime, then." He murmurs. You step close to him.
"Oh, Diluc, you're hard." you return, your voice just as low. The hunger in his eyes is unmistakable.
"Hmm? Oh, well - perhaps then, too, you should stop being a tease." Diluc is a very patient man, up until a point. It's working then, you think. An idea pops into your head as you set the empty glass down. "Are you okay?"
You gently grab his hand and pull him along, weaving through the crowds of people, hellbent on the mission and getting what you want. You find an empty, private bathroom and close the door, locking it. Impeccably clean, at least.
“Are you alright?” Diuc asks again, concern etched on his pretty features. You nod as you pull him into a soft kiss, which he returns with extra fervor - your goal is to get him to lose control for just a little bit. You know, beneath this perfect image, is a very feral man waiting to be unleashed. Your body is canvas, a testament to your secrets. Fingers dexterously unzip his pants, undoing his belt and revealing his cock that still makes your eyes widen. “Oh.” You drop to your knees with ease, giving the head of his cock a soft kiss and he lets out a soft groan. “You are a very naughty girl.” The gasp is very delicious to you.
You hum as you take him further into your mouth until he reaches the back of your throat. You pull back for a moment, teasing the head of his cock for a few minutes and reaching to play a bit with his balls. His fingers perch in your hair. You continue your ministrations on him, making sure to push him further and further until he’s more of a mess than a man, looking down at you with hunger that makes you shiver.
“Quit teasing.” he hisses and you barely listen to him, loving the way his cock fills up your mouth, the way he twitches and trembles. The hands perched in your hair soon enough yank you off, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. You lick your lips and swallow. “You are a tease.” He hisses this as he yanks you to your feet, carefully steadying you before pushing you, face first, against the counter. He snaps the thigh garter and you gasp. “You’re lucky we’re not at home or this would be ending differently.”
His words send a thrill through you and make your cunt clench tighter.
“Well, hopefully, ‘m making this worth not being at home.” You say as he presses against you, his hand snaking up the skirt of your dress. Through the mirror, you watch as his eyes widen as his fingers reach your slit. “Worth your while, right?”
He presses a kiss at the crook of your neck. “You are…” Diluc bites your shoulder. “Something else.”
You let out a soft laugh and it turns into a soft moan as fingers slip inside of you - he teases you this time, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb rubs your clit - he never presses too hard but he certainly pinches every so often. You come around his fingers with a shudder as he finger fucks you, his teeth digging into your neck again.
Diluc pulls away briefly, allowing you a moment of respite - his hungry red eyes gaze down into yours. He looks wild, feral almost.
There’s a momentary pause before he’s lifting you up and hoisting you onto the bathroom counter. Diluc forces your legs to remain open, exposing yourself to him and he licks his lips. He gives your cunt another firm strike before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to it.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
This is your penance for being a tease, you think. Your thoughts are cut off by another strike, this time a bit lighter and you whimper. The head of his cock teases you, and all you can think about is him filling you up, bouncing you on his dick, filling you up - you wish to be stretched and owned and bitten and loved.
“Please, please, please-” You whine.
“Please what?”
You swallow. “Please fuck me, sir.”
Diluc smiles. He is pleased and he kisses you on the lips briefly before shoving himself inside of you - to the hilt. At first, you tense up, moaning in desperation at such an action. At first, he is deceptively gentle - pulling out slowly and carefully thrusting back in. His pace picks up and all you’re able to do is wrap your arms around his shoulders as he fucks you mercilessly - his cock feels so good and you squeeze around him.
“Gonna - breed you -” he rasps against your ear. You clench tighter. “Make sure everyone knows when they see you round and plump with my child.”
He continues to bite and suck at your neck, public appearance be damned, and you’re sure you’re noisier than the music at this rich person’s party. Diluc groans against your skin as he cums inside, easily filling you up and you nearly tighten your legs to keep him in place.
Diluc slowly pulls out, some semen dripping out of your pussy and it’s obscene, even more so when he starts shoving some back inside of you.
“We should clean up.” You murmur after a moment. “Head back.”
“Mm.” He’s biting at your breasts now, clearly no longer interested in the party. “Let’s head home, actually.” The two of you do your best to clean yourselves up, before he’s guiding you out of the bathroom and away from the ballroom. “Family emergency.” Is all he tells people with inquisitive, inquiring gazes.
The cold air outside is welcome against your flushed skin but you don’t have long to relish in it before he’s shoving you into the back of the limo and rolling up the privacy divider as he climbs on top of you while the door behind him slams shut.
The dress of your skirt is hiked up and he is pulling down your top again, lips returning to the soft skin of your breasts, hands kneading the other one.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Diluc rumbles.
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joeshiestyslover · 2 years ago
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fed up
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pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x lsu!softballplayer!reader
summary: you and joe constantly bicker about anything and everything, but you take it just a little too far, and joe is anything but happy
warnings: language, drinking, mentions of weed, joe is an asshole, smut, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, p in v action, slight degradation and praise, some pillowtalk 
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the moment you met joe you couldn’t stand him. he was extremely cocky and walked around thinking he was hot shit.
every interaction the both of you have is anything but pleasant. he constantly shits on the fact that you play softball for lsu, him saying that nobody cares about the sport. you know he’s always bluffing when he says this because he shows up to every single game, even if it’s only to check out your teammates in their uniforms.
after your practice, your teammate, nat, walks up to you in the dugout. “hey y/n!” “hey nat what’s up?” you ask her as you stuff your mitt into your bag. “you know how i’m seeing that guy on the football team, justin?” “yes i remember. why do you ask?” “well, he invited me to this party tomorrow, but i really don’t wanna go alone. so-“ you cut her off, “you want me to go with you.” “if you want to, you totally don’t have to.” she quickly tells you. “don’t worry nat, i’ll go with you.” you laugh a bit at her nervousness. “thank you so much y/n! i’ll meet you at your dorm at 8 okay?” “sounds good nat.” you swing your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk out of the dugout. “okay perfect. thanks again!” she yells at you, walking away.
the next night, you’re getting ready for the party when your roommate, harmony, speaks up. “what’re you getting all dressed up for?” she asks you. you forgot you never told her about the party because you usually fall straight asleep whenever you get home from practice. “oh i forgot to tell you, i’m going to a party with one of my teammates tonight.” “wait. joe’s party?” she asks you, knowing how much you hate the football player. “it’s joe’s party?!”, you ask. nat never told you that joe was the one hosting the party. “yeah he hosts a party every friday. i thought you knew that.” “do you really think i keep up with that asshole?” you ask her. “i’m just saying i thought you did, but anyway, good luck y/n. you’re gonna need it.” “thanks harmony.” you turn back to your mirror to finish your makeup.
at exactly 8 o’clock, you hear nat knock on your door. putting your earrings in you open your door to find her in a black, skintight minidress with red bottom heels. “wow, y/n, you look hot!” you check yourself out in the mirror, “you think?” you ask her. “fuck yeah, you look great. you ready to go?” “yeah, i’m ready, but quick question: who’s party is this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “ummm it’s joe’s.” she tells you, not able to look you in the eyes. “i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, but i knew that if i told you who was hosting, then you wouldn’t wanna go.” nat rambles. “it’s okay. i’m not gonna let that dick ruin my night. i’m sure there’ll be a bunch of people there, i can just avoid him.” you tell her. “yeah you’re right.” she nods. “then let’s go.” you grab her hand and lead her out of your dorm.
you and nat arrive at the frat house, and you can hear the music blasting from inside. you walk in and are immediately overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and weed. “justin!” you hear nat say, and you look to your left and spot justin and ja’marr walking towards the both of you. you are actually fond of both of the football players, mainly because they are nothing like joe. “hey nat!” justin greeted her with a hug while you greeted ja’marr. “hey y/n! i’m surprised to see you here, considering a certain quarterback is here.” ja’marr tells you. “please, i am not scared of him, if anything he’s scared of me.” you scoff. “let’s go get a drink.” nat grabs your wrist and pulls you into to the kitchen. 
as you’re pouring yourself a drink from the punch bowl, you hear a familiar voice nearby. “bro it was fucking crazy, she literally had her legs wrapped around my head. that’s some contortionist shit.” you look around you before you see the 6’4, misogynistic jackass standing to your right with a red solo cup in his hand talking to someone you assume is one of his teammates. even though you hate him, you’re not blind, it’s obvious he’s hot as fuck, but his personality manages to cancel that out. 
before you have the chance to look away, joe locks eyes with you. shit. you immediately break eye contact and walk out of the kitchen to find nat. you see her on the couch making out with justin. you walk up to the both of them and tap your teammate on the shoulder. she pulls away from justin and looks up at you. “what’s up?” she asks. “ummm i think i’m gonna go home.” you tell her, looking around. “why, what’s wrong? did something happen?” she slowly becomes more worried. “not really, it’s just that i wanted to have a good time tonight, and now that joe knows i’m here, i sure as hell won’t.” “oh okay, do you want me to go with you?” “no, don’t worry about it nat. i’ll see you at practice.” you say as you start to walk away. “text me when you get home!” she calls out after you. you give her a thumbs up, and start walking towards the front door.
“leaving already?” you hear from behind you. “not in the mood burrow.” you tell him as you continue walking. “what has softball taken a toll on you now?” he replies sarcastically. you turn around, tired of his comments, “listen joe, all i wanted was to have a good time with my friend, but like always, you made sure that wasn’t possible.” “what the fuck did i do?” he asks, as if he has the nerve to be offended. “what haven’t you done? you always have some dumb comment about me or my softball skills, even though i highly doubt you actually pay attention to the game.” you say to him, becoming extremely annoyed. “and?” you roll your eyes. “look, burrow just let me go home, so i can get away from this party and away from you.” you turn back around and start to walk away from joe.
“why do you hate me so much? what the fuck did i do to you?” he yells at you. you ignore him and continue walking to the door. “i know you can hear me y/n!”, but you once again ignore him. you feel his hand grip your wrist tightly, and turn you around to face him. “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” you pull away from him, but his hand is still holding on to you. “let go of me!” you yell, desperate to get away from him. “no, not until you tell me what i did!” “you really wanna know joe?” “yes! just fucking tell me!” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist. “it’s because you’re an asshole! you always disrespect me every chance you get! you know, i was willing to be civil to you when we first met, but you made that impossible! by telling me that sports are a guy thing? really? that’s an elementary school insult! but i see something everyone else doesn’t.” you take a step towards him and look him in the eye. “you are not who everyone thinks you are. you’re not really some overconfident, smug, and reckless fratboy who was no problem sleeping with girls then leaving the next morning.” you can see joe clench his jaw. “you know what i think?” you take another step. “i think that you’re a sad and insecure boy from ohio who obviously has to compensate for something.” you say as you look down at his crotch.
“oh? i’m compensating? and how can you be so sure of that?” he asks as his eyes go dark with lust. “i’ve heard things from people. word travels fast around here ya’ know?” “then i might just have to prove them wrong.” he replies, starting to back you up against the front door. “maybe you do.” you say, biting your lip. you see his eyes flick down to your lips. his hands come up to cup your face as he leans his head down to yours. you can feel his breath on your lips, smelling the whiskey he was drinking before. after looking into his icy blue eyes for a few moments, you crash your lips to his. 
the kiss is everything but soft, your teeth and tongues clashing together. “you wanna go upstairs?” joe mumbles against your lips. “fuck yes.” you basically moan. joe pulls away and grabs your hand to take you upstairs to his room. you try to hide your face so that people won’t recognize you; you couldn’t let it get around that the captain of the softball team fucked the football team’s quarterback. 
once you get inside joe’s room, he pins you up against the wall and puts his lips to yours once again. as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his hand begin to roam your body, the pool in your panties getting larger. his hands go from your waist to your boobs, grasping them. your nipples start to get hard underneath his touch, and joe can obviously feel it because he begins to smirk against your lips. joe’s warm hands crawl underneath your tiny crop top, and you lift up your arms so he can take it off. he  gets a look at your black lacy bra, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his smirk got bigger. “wow y/n, just for me? it’s almost as if you planned this.” he says cockily as he connects his lips to yours once again, his hands going back to your lace covered breasts. “maybe it’s not for you.” you say against his lips. “ya’ know, ja’marr’s kinda fine.” he immediately pulls away from you and yanks you towards the bed, and pushes you onto it.
“oh really?” he reaches his hand under your skirt and feels the pool of wetness between your thighs, “is this all for ja’marr then?” he asks you. “maybe.” you tell him with smirk. joe loses his cocky look and replaces it with a dark one. “i’m getting so fucking fed up with your attitude. i think i’m gonna have to fuck it out of you aren’t i?” joe reaches his hand up to wrap it around your throat as his other hand goes on your waist. “you look so good with my hand around your neck.” he tells you. “mmmm” you moan as he lightly squeezes your throat. “you’re so quiet. what happened to that big mouth you had earlier hmm?” you can’t say anything except, “please joe, just touch me.” “oh you want me to touch you now?” he asks condescendingly. “mhmm” you lightly moan out.
he removes his hand from your throat and snakes it up your skirt. he lightly rubs his knuckle against your clothed clit. “don’t tease joe.” you whine, desperate for his touch. “uh-uh, you’re not the one in charge here y/n.” he brings both his hands to the waistline of your skirt, and pulls it down along with your panties. he looks at your pussy, glistening with your wetness. “god y/n, look at you, all wet and i’ve barely even touched you.” he groans, turned on by how wet you are, and all because of him.
he leaves soft kisses across your thighs, starting with your left then leading to you right, purposefully avoiding the place you need him the most. “please joe.” “i’ve always dreamt of what you taste like.” joe tells you while leaning his head on your right thigh. “i’m not gonna rush this baby.” he finally brings his lips to your clit, sucking on it. you lean your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “shhh, do you want everyone else to hear? i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he says against your pussy. you never thought this would be happening: joe burrow eating you out at his party with everyone else downstairs. you also never imagined it would feel this good, his tongue flicking back and forth against your clit, and occasionally sucking on it. “fuck joe, that feels so good.” you say as your hand slips down to tug at his blond locks. “yeah. well, if you’re good, i might just give you a reward.” he brings his hand up to your slit and rubs his middle and ring finger against it. joe then pushes his fingers into you, your hand pulling his hair much harder than before. the feeling is becoming overwhelming, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter. “you gonna cum baby?” joe asks, looking up at you. “mhmm” you moan out. “well, too bad.” he pulls his fingers out of you and pulls his face away from your pussy. you whine at the loss of contact, but once you look at him, you become even more turned on. you can see the mixture of your wetness and his spit glistening on his lips and chin. “i said you would get a reward, i didn’t say it would be you finishing.” joe crawls toward you and pulls off the bed so you’re both standing up. he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra, and you gasp slightly, a little surprised about how quick he was able to get it off you.
“get on your knees.” he tells you. “on my knees, right now?” you ask as you slowly sink to the floor. “right now.” he says as he starts to remove his shorts and boxers. once they’re fully off, joe’s hard cock springs up in front of your face. you lick your lips, desperate to have his dick in your mouth. you can see the beads of precum leaking from the red and enlarged head of his beautiful and huge cock. “come on baby, you can take me in your mouth right?” he asks as his hand comes down to grip the back of your head to lead your lips to his dick. you open your mouth and engulf almost all of him in one go. his hand remains on the back of your head, but he lets you build your own rhythm. you hollow out your cheeks so you can take more of him into your mouth with your hands stroking the parts of him that won’t fit. you can feel the tears pooling as his tip constantly rams into the back of your throat. you look up at joe through your watering eyes and see him leaning his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure. you moan around his dick, the vibration causing him to groan loudly. “fuck y/n, i’m not gonna last very long if you keep doing that.” this gives you more confidence, so you bring one hand down to cup his full, heavy balls. after a few more seconds, you feel his cum shooting into your mouth. he moans your name loudly and pulls you off his dick.
joe pulls you up off your knees, and lays you down on his bed. he climbs on top of you and kissed you deeply. you can taste yourself on his lips and joe can taste himself on yours. he drifts his kisses from your lips to your cheek all the way to your neck. he kisses on your neck until he gets to your pulse point, and sucks on it. hard. “joe don’t leave any marks.” you tell him, leaving your euphoric haze for a few seconds. “i wont apologize for marking you up. everyone should know you’re mine.” he says as he continues sucking and biting your neck. suddenly, joe sits up and removes his shirt, opening your legs. “you look so pretty spread out like this baby, just for me.” then, he brings his dick down to your pussy, rubbing your slit with his tip, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. “joe, fuck me properly or ill find someone else to do it.” you tell him grasping his biceps with your hands. without warning, he slams his cock into you, and you scream out at the feeling of being filled. “come on y/n,” he teases. “be a good girl and take it.” he quickly sets a fast pace, showing you no mercy. your moans start to become much louder as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach start to slowly wind up again. “fuck baby, you feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for me.” he groans out. he drops his head into the crook of your neck as he continues to rut into you. by this point, you just know everyone in the hallway can hear you, maybe even some people downstairs. he removes his head from your neck to hover above yours. he grabs your chin and says, “open.” you immediately obey and you can see his lips start to pucker as he spits in your mouth. “swallow.” he tells you sternly, and you do. “fuck, you’re such a good fucking slut for me aren’t you y/n?” you’re so fucked out that you can’t even reply to him. “i’m fucking you so good you can’t even speak, you’re such a fucking whore.” he pulls out of you and flips you around so you’re on all fours. he quickly slips his cock back into you, and the new position allows him to just perfectly hit the spot that makes your vision go blurry. “you’re mine, you understand? mine. all fucking mine.” he tells you as he grips your hair and yanks you up so your back is to his chest. he wraps his hand around your throat as he continues to thrust upwards into you. “fuck, i’m gonna cum y/n. do you want that? hmm? i’m gonna stuff you so full, my cum will be leaking out of you for days.” he mumbles into your ear. “yes i want it. please cum in me joe.” you tell him, the first full sentence you’ve been able to speak within the past ten minutes. he lets go of you and you drop back down onto your arms. you can feel yourself about to cum around joe’s thick cock. “ugh-fuck joe-i can’t, i’m gonna cum.” you moan out. “come on baby, cum for me, you can do it, i know you can.” he encourages. with that, the coil snaps, and you’re cumming around him. “that’s it baby, let it out. shit, you look so pretty cumming around me.”
joe’s thrusts start to slightly falter as you’re cumming around him, your pussy clamping down on him making his vision blur. after a few more thrusts, he cums in you with a load groan of your name. he stills in you for a few seconds before he pulls out, and rolls onto his back. you land on your stomach for a while before remembering who you are and who you’re with. you sit up and start to collect your clothes that are scattered across the floor. joe notices you getting dressed again. “where are you going?” he asks you. “umm i’m leaving? isn’t this what you usually do after hookups?” you’re starting to become confused. “will you just stay? please?” you think for a moment before replying, “yeah, yeah of course.” you lie back down next to joe and he wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his toned chest. 
you lie there together for a few second before joe speaks up. “i’m sorry for being such a jackass to you, you don’t deserve it.” “thank you joe, and i’m sorry too. i haven’t been much better either. at least you’ll actually pay attention to me at my games now right?” you ask jokingly. “i’ve always paid attention to you baby. only you.” he tells you as he kisses your forehead.
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tlouadditc · 1 year ago
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screw the cops!!
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cop!ellabs x dealer!reader
warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut with plot, mentions of drugs [marijuana], cop!ellabs, dealer!reader, a lil bit of knifeplay, dom!ellabs, sub!reader, use of y/n, reader gets cut a lil bit oops!, probably more but i cant think of it rn
last minute a/n: this was another ask i forgot to put under the question ☹️ anyway thank u for the ask!!
[10:06 pm]
MY FAV ;): heyyy u got an 8th?? i can pick up at the library in 15 :)
you read the text, grumbling as you get up from your couch. you quickly shoot back:
YOU: lmk when ur there
it was supposed to be an off-day; sit in your dorm, watch tv, maybe have someone over, but no. everyone needed your shit at all times. she's lucky she's your favorite -- otherwise you would've told her to fuck off.
locking your door behind you, you get in your car and pull out of your driveway. as you glide through the gentle darkness, you feel random anxiety, like something bad is happening. it could be the lack of sleep. it could be the upcoming deadline you haven't started. it could also be the fact the entire campus is being searched because some dumbass freshman left his- no, sorry, YOUR- weed in his dorm and got the cops called. he didn't snitch luckily; he knows you would've gotten him killed if he did. but now there's a patrol going on until they find who's distributing. it's not like you wanted to live this life- you barely graduated high school, getting a small scholarship to a local college. the debt hit you, parents refused to help you anymore because you're an adult, blah blah blah blah. you ended up here to finally make a stable income and not have to chose between being warm or being fed consistently.
the sob story makes you cringe, snapping back into reality as you park in a spot by the front of the campus library. you pull out your phone and send:
YOU: here. wya
3 bubbles quickly pop up, written with a response:
MY FAV ;): kk coming out now
as you read the text, you hear the front doors swing open and a tall, slim figure gets larger as it comes closer. as she steps into the streetlight, you see her; sophomore dina. her long, onyx hair dances down her back as she comes closer to your car. she rests one arm on your window, other arm reaching into her pocket. she pulls out 35 bucks, tilting her head to the side slightly and smirking. you hand her a small baggie and take the bills out of her hand, shoving it into your pocket. "you're the best," she gushed, taking her arm off your window. she starts to turn to walk back to the library when she says, "oh, by the way, gave my friend your number."
you freeze, looking up at her in pure horror. "you what?"
"okay, chill, she's cool," she quickly explains, putting a hand on her hip in annoyance.
you roll your eyes, "the entire campus is getting fucking raided, for god's sake. cmon, dina."
"so, what? not everyone's a dumbass like that kid was."
you sigh. you guess she's right. plus, more business for you in the long run. she gives some information about this girl; her names ellie. she's a sophomore majoring in astrophysics who transferred from another school in jackson. around 5'5, auburn hair, science nerd. "pretty sure she's gay, too," dina winks.
you roll your eyes once more before pulling out and returning home. as soon as you unlock the door and step in, you check your other phone, an unknown number's texts sitting on the lock screen.
[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: hii this is y/n right?
[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: dina gave me ur number
gotta be ellie, you think to yourself. kinda cute. you don't respond; you hate small talk. no point in trying to get to know each other if you already know what they want. you put your phone down and start to get ready for bed.
an hour later, you get out of your shower and into comfy clothes. as you get into your freshly made bed, your other phone buzzes. you would usually ignore it, but you remember; debate checking the message or leaving it alone until tomorrow. eventually, curiosity gets the best of you and you check your phone. you groan as you read the message:
[11:37pm]
EL: i know its late but can u drop off? i need it :(
goddamnit, leave me alone!
you type up some message along the lines of 'im off today, ask tomorrow bitch,' but decide to be nice. you don't know why, but you only respond with the following:
YOU: off today. ask tmr
3 dots in a bubble move swiftly as a response pops up on your screen:
EL: pleaaaaase itll be quick
you sigh. she's not gonna let up; just like dina.
YOU: fine. ill b at the library.
she hearts your message as you throw on some sweatpants and grab your keys. you go on the same drive but you feel no anxiety this time. it's a newbie, for god's sake- she's the one who's probably nervous. you even put on some music this time, drake lowly lulling in your vehicle. you pull up, same spot as earlier, and you turn down your music. you go to text her, but the doors open before you can press a letter. she's just as dina described- until she gets up to your window. her scattered freckles complimented her bright, emerald eyes. her friendly expression made you soft under her gaze. you didn't realized she was talking for a while until she whispered, "uh... hello?"
"what?" you said, clearly perplexed. she smiled as you remembered what you're there for. she hands you 25 bucks as you place the baggie in her free hand. she lets out a silent "thanks" before you get ready to drive back home.
"uh, actually," she suddenly blurted out, catching your attention. she seemed nervous, like she had something to say, but she was scared of the outcome. "do you mind.. uh.. giving me a ride back home? i mean i walked down here and it's dark so-"
"hop in," you interrupted. it was pretty dark and you wouldn't want patrol on her ass about being out by herself, so you decided to get it over with. she pranced around to the passengers side and practically jumped in.
the ride to her dorm was quiet. ellie was on her phone the entire time; you assumed it was her roommate asking her where she's at. there was a bit of tension you could feel in the air; what type? you couldn't answer that.
coming to a stop at the entrance of her dormitory, she thanked you once again before you prepared to go home yourself.
"you could stay the night," she mumbled, fumbling with the bag in hand.
"what? no- no, i can't do that," you answered. you weren't against staying over, but... going home with someone you literally met an hour ago? absolutely not.
"jus' c'mon. it's late," she insisted, biting her lip anxiously. "plus, i owe you." you sight and give in, turning off the engine and ignition before grabbing your keys and phone and joining her on the walkway. she smiled politely and led you to her dorm.
the entire time you were walking with her, you assessed her appearance in clearer light. her hair was a shaggy cut, parted to the side and tucked behind her ears even though some stray strands still stood. her eyes were welcoming and friendly, giving you a warm feeling of hope. she had a tattoo on her right arm; a fern and a small butterfly. you debate asking her the meaning, but decide against it.
you snap out of your trance when you make it to her door. she unlocks the door and gently pushes it in, leaving room for you to step inside. "come in!"
you take 3 steps inside before you're pushed to the ground and pinned by strong, rough hands. "what the fuc- hey!" you start to shout. you squirm, hopelessly attempting to be freed from the tight grasp of what you thought was a male officer.
"you're under arrest," an unfamiliar, feminine voice states, "for possession and distribution of marijuana. you have the right to remain silent at this time." you see ellie's shoes standing in front of you, silently taunting you as you're handcuffed.
fuck, i should've never trusted her.
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you're patted down and escorted to an unmarked car, parked around 30 feet away from your car. the unfamiliar figure is a tall, built woman with a long, blonde braid swinging down her back. her calloused hand grips you tightly as you're being walked. once you reach the vehicle, you're thrown into the back and the door slams in your face. you don't argue or protest; you were caught after one fuck up.
"didn't expect to catch her so easily," ellie brags, slightly looking back at you. you scowl at her, feeling betrayed by not only ellie, but dina, too. she had [hopefully] unknowingly helped them ruin your life. you were for sure not going to be able to finish college now. you wouldn't be able to get a job nice enough to stabilize your life. not to mention the possibility for 5 years of jail time and fees. it all made your head hurt. tears weld up in your eyes as you started to really let reality sink in.
"aw, she's crying," the blonde officer teased, looking at you through the rear-view mirror. you blinked back the tears before spitting out, "fuck you."
"the fuck you just say to me?"
"you heard me; fuck. you."
you could see her jaw clench, her bone well-defined under her skin. "oh, i know you wanna fuck me." a snicker was heard from the auburn girl.
the hell??
it was a weird response, but you decided to play into it. you're already being sent to jail; why not have fun?
"you wouldn't do anything about it if i wanted to anyway."
you saw the blonde's eyes go wide and her jaw drop with disbelief, looking over at her partner. ellie seemed calm, but intrigued by the situation. it was silent, but the way their eyes met was like they were talking through eye contact. ellie tilts her head towards you, signaling something to the other officer. as if she could read her mind, the blonde nods and pulls over to an abandoned alleyway.
"what's going on?" you question, attempting to hide the fear in your voice, but failing miserably. the blonde got out of the car and slammed the door shut as ellie simply answered, "you said we wouldn't do anything, hm?"
a shiver went down your spine as the door to your right opened, the blonde hopping in as you scooted all the way to your left.
"uh-uh, come here," she demanded as her hand wrapped around your neck and dragged you back to her. at this moment, your back rests against her toned thighs, handcuffed hands under your ass, legs laying on the seat.
"you wanna be disrespectful to me and my partner?" she jerks your head up, making you look at her. her sharp features take up your vision as she looks down at you with dark eyes. "you think you were just gonna get away with that? nuh-uh, not on my watch." you take your gaze off her face to read her badge, which reads "ABBY ANDERSON".
you're so focused on abby that you don'r realize ellie is on the other side of you, watching you and abby interact. you feel a sharp object on your jeans, scoring against the material. your head jerks down to see ellie running a pocketknife over your clothed cunt, fear and adrenaline running through you all at once. your breathing picks up speed as she cuts through your jeans, making a hole in the crotch. abby chuckles at your reaction, caressing your face as she coos, "not so tough now, huh?"
you're too caught up in looking at ellie's actions to respond. she puts the knife down, letting a feeling of relief wash over you. she mutters a "fuck it" before placing both hands on either side of the hole she made and ripping your jeans. you gasp, anxiety filling you once more. she smirks up at you, grabbing her knife and running it over your barely covered pussy. she loves the way you try to get away from her knife, silent cries as she gets closer to the meat of your thigh. she slightly cuts into you, small drops of blood racing down your inner thigh. you wince in pain, turning back to abby. "shh, it's okay," she reassures, kissing your sweaty forehead. "just a little cut. you're okay." you feel ellie's warm tongue running over the wound, collecting the red liquid. she kisses near your core, green eyes piercing into you before whispering, "so sweet" and smiling. abby gently kisses you, drawing your attention away from your cut to her and only her. she taps her pointer finger on your chin and whispers "open up", which you obey to. her lips purse together, gathering the liquid in her mouth before a ball of saliva drops into your mouth and onto your tongue. "swallow," she commands, and you close your mouth and swallow it, feeling it slip down your throat. she smiles, tapping your cheek lightly as she praises you. "good girl. she's doing so well, isn't she, el?"
ellie hums, hyper-focused on your pooling pussy. "so wet," she says in awe, "all this gets you off, doesn't it?"
you're oh so needy, cunt begging to be touched in any form. you nod ferociously, whining for any friction on your puffy clit. "you want it, yea? beg for it."
"p-please, ill do anything, just fuck me- ohmygod-" you babble, hips bucking up into ellie's face. she chuckles before looking up to abby, meeting her gaze. "she's been so good for us. give her a lil' reward."
with that, ellie cuts your underwear with one swift movement, completely exposing your pussy to her. she gasps at the sight, glistening skin in the low light. she whispers a spew of curses, spreading you apart as abby kisses you passionately. you moan into the kiss as ellie rubs your bud with her thumb. your noises go straight to her core, making her slightly whimper. she lays a flat tongue on your core, soaking up all of your juices on the pink muscle. abby wraps a firm hand around your throat, restricting airflow enough to make you completely feel ellie on you.
"fuck- oh, my god-" you cry, tears welling up in your eyes once more. the feeling is too much; abby kissing you, ellie eating you out- everything is overstimulating you. ellie smiles against your pussy, sucking on your clit while shoving two fingers in you. you whine and squirm away from her, but her other hand keeps you in place.
"i'm gonna- m'cumming- !!" you breathe, clenching around ellie's long fingers. abby praises you through it; "oh, so good for us, baby." "cum all over her fingers f'me, yes." small kisses are planted on your face once again, soothing you through your orgasm. ellie slowly takes her fingers out with a pop! before shoving one glistening finger into her mouth. she moans at the taste of you, maintaining eye contact with you. "shit, so sweet," she murmurs, looking over at abby. "wanna taste?"
"of course," abby says slyly, glancing over at you before sucking on ellie's middle finger, completely cleaning it off. she moans at the taste, finally letting ellie's middle finger go after a couple of seconds. she pulls you into another sloppy, heated kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.
"such a sweet thing," she coos, wiping your face. "too bad we gotta take you in now."
"can't let me off with a warning?"
"we would, but we'd be here for much longer and you'd be more bruised up." abby frowns in a mocking manner.
"so you're taking me in with no pants or underwear?"
"yup. don't underestimate us and, more importantly, don't sell drugs."
a/n: this was so fun to write omg ... part 2 will be coming me thinks
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