#okay its more than an undertone
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
For Those Who Have Mourned Me
Hello!! This is my submission for Anaroceit Shipweek's prompt: Apology.
Summary: Virgil returns home after a quest to retrieve an invaluable gift for his partners takes far longer than he'd anticipated. How will they receive him? How could they forgive him after disappearing for 2 years? (note: Fantasy AU! Heads up for angst, this is hurt/comfort)
WC: ~3k || Itâs on AO3! @anaroceitweek ! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Apology
Virgil had no idea how he was going to explain himself. There wasnât much he could say that would make this day easier. But heâd been psyching himself up for weeks and he was here now. But would they want him back?
Virgil stopped walking as the quiet forest opened into a grassy clearing.Â
He felt faint as he stared up at the little cottage backed to the stream on the other side. He clutched his walking stick hard to stay standing, exhaustion and longing and heartache battling it out in his chest. Guilt rose from his stomach and made him feel sick. His magic sparked at his fingertips from the increasing anxiety and he could only grip his satchel to his chest, protecting thd thing heâd fought so hard to retrieve. That would make a world of difference and change all of their lives for the better. He had to believe it would, or else this was all for nothing.Â
TheyâŠtheyâd accept him back, wouldnât they? Once they knew why heâd been gone so long. He could explain it to them, and heâd do anything for them to apologize, to be pulled into their embrace, and heâd never leave it again if the asked it of him. If they wanted to hold him again.Â
Tears pricked at his eyes but he wasnât allowed to cry over this. He had no right to. It didnât matter how much heâd missed them or how many times in the months it took to get back to them that he wanted to give up the quest. He should have told them. He didnât know heâd be gone this long, but he should have.Â
The sun was nearly gone behind him, casting long shadows of the trees on the house.Â
A light was on in their sitting room by the garden. Attention drawn to prolong the inevitable, it looked like theyâd planted the new crops already in his absence. He wondered if Roman had helped Jan in his place this year. And last year.Â
He wanted to go in and hold them. He just wanted them to understand: prayed to whoever would listen that theyâd understand why. Did he have the right to call this his home anymore after such an absence? Virgil doubted heâd be welcome, but perhaps that was just his own doubt clouding his mind.Â
Perhaps.
Virgil forced himself forward, hobbling carefully down the path. He looked as frazzled as he felt, and maybe he should have stopped in town to be presentable first. Heâd bathed in the river regularly, but the clothes were old now, damaged from travel. Maybe they could forgive him for it, too, if they could with everything else. He hadnât wanted to delay another moment once back in the safe lands of the kingdom.
The path hadnât changed much, even if a little overgrown with grass and wildflowers that hadnât been cleared in a long while. The porch still creaked on its second step. Roman had said he would fix it soon. The bench swing on their porch was not as white as it used to be, sun-damaged and with a few chips in the paint, but it still had a clean outdoor blanket folded over the back of it and was free of dirt or pollen like it was regularly kept up. They still used it, then.
He tried to imagine the two of them there, sitting and watching the sunset like they used to together on many nights. He wonders if they sat there together watching the path for him to return. He wonders how long they waited, assuming he would come back for months. Hoping he would come back. Guilt tightened in his chest as he stood there far too long, staring and lost in thought.Â
He did not realize he wasnât the only one outside.
 Romanâs sharp gasp followed by the loud clatter of his watering can on the stepping stones leading to the back of the house was the only warning Virgil had. Virgil jumped, nearly tripping over his walking stick in his haste to whip around and just as startled as Roman stared. He had changed so much quite visibly. Ro looked more hallowed, his eyes not as bright as they used to be with small creases underneath. He had longer hair than Virgil had ever seen him with, messily put up in a bun. Â
Roman was right there, and Virgilâs heart ached to reach out, to say something and make that shaken expression change.Â
âVirgil!â he cried out, and it was almost more of a wail.
He wasnât able to say a word before Roman was rushing him. âR-Romanâ I-Iâm so sorry, I reallyâ oof!âÂ
Virgilâs back bumped the door in a moment of distress, because so much that had run at him in these past years had been hostile and trying to kill him. Roman closed the distance faster than Virgil could sidestep and he flinched, almost expecting anger to greet him, but arms encased him, not trapping or to hurt, but holding him close, as if he were something precious. Roman held him fiercely, and it took Virgil several long seconds to realize he wasnât the one shaking. Or maybe Roman just was more than him. Virgil let out a small wounded noise as all the words heâd had ready were stuck in his throat, and it was all he could do to hang onto Romanâs arm around him.
The front door swung open and Virgil could not see behind him as he was currently being clutched against Romanâs chest, the tall diefic being refusing to relinquish him as he somehow cradled Virgil to him while they were both standing. Roman was sobbing over his head.
Virgil collapsed forward unwittingly, too startled to stay upright. Roman held fast, sinking carefully down with him and not letting Virgil slip from his strong arms. Virgil was stiff, trembling as he didnât know what to do with his arms. Roman tried to speak through his sobs, as Janus both tried to console him and fuss over Virgil, reeling as well, but knowing he was needed by them both. That didnât stop Virgil from seeing tears on his face as well, Janus pulling Virgil against his chest when Roman let up for a moment to fuss over his state.
Virgil clung onto him like a lifeline, shameful in how weak he was to allow it. They should be furious with him, but they were too kind to turn him away. They wouldnât, even though heâd properly abandoned them. Heâd told himself he wouldnât cryâ wouldnât force their sympathy from past feelings for him.Â
âWeâve got you, love, itâs alright.â Janus said soothingly, and tried to pretend his voice didnât hitch on the words. He cradled Virgilâs face in his cool palms, pressing their foreheads together as he just seemed to reveal in the sudden relief and change in their reality.
So many dreams of this very moment, a hope theyâd shared in all its clear futility for two years now. Janus held on tight to make sure he was real, and refused to open his eyes for fear of waking up again.
âWe thought you were gone,â Roman breathed out, pressing his damp face into Virgilâs wayward curls. âTheâthe pendantsâ stars, they told us you werenât even aliveâ they didnât glow when we reached out with thoughts of you, nowhere in the worldâŠwe t-thought you wereââ
âI am so sorry,â Virgil whispered, clinging to Romanâs sleeve and pressing his face into the fabric desperately. He still smelled like canvas and that fruity spritz that Virgil always loved on him. He grimaced, trying to reign his emotions in, he couldnât get overwhelmed right now. He had to tell them; needed to explain himself before they realized they should be far more upset. Though they had every right to be. âIâm sorry,â he croaked out, louder this time. âI-Iâ I never intended to be gone this longâ but I couldnât give up and time passed so much faster than Iââ
Virgil cut himself off, trying to calm down. He wasnât trying to make excuses. Janus hated when people couldnât even be accountable, but what could he even say?Â
Virgil clutched the bag to his chest and tried to pull back, however reluctant, to get his arm out. He managed to wiggle it free when Roman realized he was trying to get to it and let up a bit on his hold, not letting him go for even a moment.
âIâ I got you this.âÂ
Janus and Romanâs eyes widened at the curling amber circlet he pulled from his bag, Roman covering his mouth when he saw it held gently in Virgilâs hands in offering. The headpiece had unshaped Ecludite at its front, trapped by a translucent tesseract crystal. The chunk of metallic crimson was no bigger than a coin and nonetheless radiated the immense power it contained just from being exposed. It was invaluable and a thing of legend and entirely non-existent in this mortal realm. Which meantâŠ
âVirgilâ this is from Erok!â Janus exclaimed, nearly standing again in his horror.Â
Roman gaped, immediately turning to Virgil, who shrunk in on himself. âYou went to Erok on your own?! Do you have any idea how dangerous and reckless that was? For two years!âÂ
Janus was shaking his head, trying to steady himself. âWe could have easily lost you even from meeting in the afterlife, do you have any idea what would have happened to your soul had you died there? Whatâs likely already happened to your Quintessenceââ Â
âI-I know this doesnât excuse me leaving!â Virgil said quickly, head bowed. âI know it was so stupid and I should have told you and that it was horrible to not even let you know where I was going the day I leftâ gods, I left a letter telling you Iâd be back in a weekâŠ! IâI know this doesnât make it up to you. For what I did before I leftââ âVirgil!â Roman tearfully cut in, horrified and not able to take just listening a moment longer. âDid you do this on your own because of that guilt? Did you truly think we would not care or would want you to ever go to thatâ realm of chthonian horrors?!â
Virgil wouldnât look at either of them. âIf I thought for a moment at the start of all this that it would take me so long to get back, I swear I would not have gone like that, I never wanted to worry either of you, I wanted to do this for you! You both are so amazing and took care of me at my lowestâ A-And I had to do somethingâI could do something, I could b-bring you Mindscapeâs Gateââ
âYou should have taken us with you!â Roman cried, nearly knocking one of the most powerful dimension-crossing pieces out of Virgilâs hands, much to their little mageâs fear. Janus was faster, quickly taking it and the bag Virgil had settled it on away, holding it in his lap. Janus ran a hand through Virgikâs hair, settling it there as he gazed at him hard. âVirgil, you matter so much more to us than a portal back home. We would have found a way together, but to risk your magic being striped, your lifeâ everything you are for this, all aloneâŠâ
They fell silent, save for Romanâs quiet soothing murmurs in their home tongue.
Virgil shook his head slowly, unable to hold the gaze. âIâI was selfish. I didnât want to risk you, but thoughtâŠstupidly, that I could travel and make it after some lousy soothsayer told me how to get there. They never mentioned how hard getting back was and I was too desperate to ask. But you were just so terrified and devastated when the Di-Keep stole your connection to Home.â
âV-Vee, stormcloud, please, youâreââ
âY-You both can go home again! You can see the others, so it was worth it, the risk, everything, it had to be worth it!â
Neither of them said anything for a long moment that time, and Virgil tried to pull away, but neither let him, Roman making a soft noise of protest.Â
Janus shook his head as he tilted Virgilâs face gently to meet his soft eyes. âYou didâŠall that for us. It was amazing of you, andâŠand so brave, even ifâŠshort-sided.â he said carefully, sighing as his face fell. âBut you must understand, you mean so much more to us. No matter what happened, we do not want you to ever put your life up for us. It is so much more valuable to me than anything weâve ever come to find in this realm. You are our greatest treasure.â
Virgil felt himself trembling at the implications.
Roman pressed his nose against Virgilâs shoulder, holding him close as Janus pulled them both to him, the circlet miraculously having been shifted safely to the bench swing as if it were just a souvenir he had gotten them. Â
âWe love you so much, our brave and selfless knight. We missed you deeply. We are so thankful the realm allowed you to return to us. If Iâd known thatâs where you were this whole time, we would have come for you, no questions asked. You must have been so scaredâŠâ
Virgil shuddered as his composure left him entirely, held so close between them and not wanting to let either go. He fisted Romanâs soft cotton shirt in tightly as Janus pressed a kiss to his forehead. âWe have you now, my love. And we arenât letting you go again.â
âI-I-sorry.âÂ
âWe know. All will be alright.â Janus soothed, and Virgil held onto the words meant to comfort him. They did not know if he would be alright again. âIâm sorryâ y-you mourned me.â
âYou are here now, you are home.â Roman cooed, voice lulling. âYou returned to us. Donât you worry right now about how we will handle it. We are relieved.â
âIâm sorry,â Virgil sobbed, and he didnât even know what specifically for. For everything that he knew they must have went through. They had to be relieving the pain heâd put them through, showing up out of nowhere like thisâ
Janus shushed him softly, brushing long damp hair from Virgilâs face as it stuck together on his pale cheeks. Being without sun for two years would have such awful effects on mortals. Janus made a note to have Virgil sit outside with him as he recovered.
âAll will be alright, windstorm.â
It had all but set now, the shadows all-encompassing in their little clearing as the stream bubbled in the quiet. Crickets and fireflies started their nightly concert and dance in the tall grass, having a light show that didnât compare to the constellations starting to come out above them. They sat there, letting Virgil cry out all his feelings of loneliness and longing and fears he would never come home, that theyâd never even know what happened to him. He didnât stop his garbled apologies until he was physically too exhausted to keep it up. Roman and Janus patiently reassured and comforted him the entire time until he finally fell silent, slumped against Romanâs chest as Janus held his free hand, stroking the scarred skin in his cool, smooth ones.
âI-Iâm going to lift you up, okay?â Roman warned right before Janus pulled back. It wasnât even a second later that Roman took his place once more, easily lifting Virgil and standing with him, followed by more quiet fretting over how light Virgil was. Virgil could only curl into Roman, unwilling to pull away drained as he was. If they abandoned him now, he would simply lie there, unmoving until the Wyervins and scavengers found him. He had nothing left. He weakly clutched at Romanâs chest, chasing the dark thoughts away. Such thoughts had long haunted him in dreams of his return. They got to him, warping his memory of them and their love. Janus and Roman were not like that. Ro was bold in his outspoken declarations of adoration and love for them both. Jay was more subtle but no less sentimental and just as intense, showering them in sweet words and close contacts.
âI have you, little hero. Youâre with us again.â Roman reassured as Janus got the door for them, sweeping the precious token up with his telekinesis once more to bring it and Virgilâs staff safely inside. He made sure it was slid back into its bag and that it was set in the study, safe in the heart of their home. Many would kill or worse to get their hands on something so impossibly priceless, but they already had something worth more in their arms. They could discuss it in a few days or weeks, after they all had recovered enough and had a proper talk about all of this.Â
Jan was not so sure a complete recovery was feasible, no matter how many decades and centuries passed, but they could be okay again. They would get to a place they could function in normalcy, even if it was never gone. Maybe it should never be gone, as life-changing as it was. Neither he nor Roman were done explaining to their beloved just how much he meant to them, and they would get it through the cloud of doubt in his mind. They would dote and tell him constantly of that truth, and reassure his anxieties as much as he needed them to without question. He had been through something no one should have to face and survived it. He was going to need time and help recover from that. Theyâd be here to listen and help him get any residual soulmarks healed. Theyâd guide him through the trauma and how to cope with what heâd never be rid of. Theyâd do anything for Vee, for Virgil, as long as it meant theyâd still be there to love and protect him. He was as much their home as Mindscape, and theyâd never let him be isolated from them ever again.
âWe will take care of you, darling. You can rest now.â
#anaroceit#anaroceitweek2024#tss fanfic#virgil sanders#janus sanders#roman sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides fics#ts janus#ts roman#ts virgil#virgil sanders angst#its ro and janus angst as well#but mostly him#my writing#icy writing#i almost had janus call virgil wildflower#this is stream of consciousness and i barely edited it#if you see any weird stray lines or something...that's why lolol#i was desperately trying to finish something today lol#hope it reads okay and was soft as I intended!#though i really can never avoid angst undertones#okay its more than an undertone#makes the fluff sweeter#i hope you enjoyed!
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bend Over
Javier Peña x afab!reader || W/C: 4.8k
Summary: Your dresser craps out on you. Your boyfriend, Javier, comes with you to IKEA to buy a new one. Then, he fucks you on it.
Content/Warnings: I think you know what you guys are getting into based on the summaryđ. Reader is able-bodied. Slight implied physical descriptors Javi is taller than reader, and the IKEA dresser is slightly bigger/taller than you (everything else is neutral - no size descriptions - ex. "your form", etc.). Pet names (good girl, querida, cariño, baby, baby girl, mama, mi amor). Implied that reader knows Spanish. A little allusion to our favorite contractor, Joel Miller (blink and youâll miss it). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Public sexual activity (exhibitionism). Finger fucking. Edging. Slight undertones of BDSM dynamics. Javiâs filthy mouth. Thigh riding. Hickey/marking. P in V unprotected sex. Choking. Breeding kink (Iâm not sorry). Cum play. Anal play. Brief pussy licking + rimming. Allusion to further sexual activity. I thiiiink thatâs it⊠let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: HIII IâM BACK! I went to ikea to buy a new dresser. And the thots between @javierpena-inatacvest and I ran wild. So, this was born.đč Also, I no longer have a tag list, but I teased this story TWICE in some WIP tag games, and a few of you were giving me so much love and wanting me to let you know when this story was posted, so Iâm adopting the tag list (at da bottom) one last time to say how much I love you all. đ„č Iâm sorry this took me so long. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!!
MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG
It was supposed to be just a trip to IKEA. It was supposed to be a productive day of building your dresser and rearranging your room. That is what it was supposed to be.Â
How it ended up with you getting your guts rearranged on top of said dresserâyouâre not so sure. But, considering this is Javier Peña youâre talking about, maybe you have a slight indication of why your day ended up the way it did.Â
It was early this morning when your dresser decided to shit on you; all you did was slide the door open, and it completely pulled off of its hinge. Now, you donât mind a doorless dresser, itâs modern, you tried to convince yourself, but when you pulled out the second drawer and the wood snapped in half, scattering your panties all over the groundâyeah, okay, it was definitely time for a new one.Â
You called your boyfriend after you cleaned up your clothes, and asked if he wanted to come with you on your hunt for the new piece of furniture. Why are you even asking? he scolded as he saddled up into his Jeep and made his way to your place.Â
He stepped out of his seat in the driver side, rounding the hood to pull you in for a lengthy kiss as he pulled the passenger side door open for you. âWell, hello to you, too, baby,â you giggle as you break the kiss for a breath of air. He leaves a slap to your ass as he guides you by your hips into the passenger seat. He even buckles you in, stealing one more kiss before you two head off.Â
You thought shopping for a new dresser would be simple: get in, choose a sizable one that could fit everything your previous dresser could, and also make sure it matches the rest of your roomâs theme. Simple, right? Wrong. As long as Javier was involved, he took his sweet time really studying each option you were pointing outâanalyzing it to ensure it wouldnât crap out on you like your original one did.Â
âHow long did you have this dresser?â He asked as he was pulling into the IKEA parking lot.Â
âMmm, I donât know,â you thought, âmaybe a few years?â
âA few years?!â Javier asked, exasperated. âWhere the hell did you find that fucking thing?â
You let a beat of silence pass before you answered. â...I thrifted it,â you admit weakly.Â
Javier puts the car in park, his face in utter shock at what just came out of your mouth. âQuerida, what-â he starts.Â
You pull him in immediately, shutting him up with your lips against his. It works, of course. âLetâs go?â you ask.Â
âY-yeah, vamos (letâs go),â he says, flustered.Â
âJavi, câmon,â you whine, feeling exhausted after his analysis on your third option since the first two didnât pass the Peña inspection. âSince when were you a contractor? The first two were perfectly fine, baby, itâs IKEA for crying out loud.â
He scoffs. âLiving on the ranch with Pop,â he replies to your sarcastic remark. âYou and I are both aware I know my way around some handiwork,â he adds as he looks back to you, a shit-eating grin creeping on his face.Â
You want to roll your eyes, but you canât help the way your body ignites to the suggestion laced in his words. âPendejo,â you mutter to yourself, fighting the heat from making it to your face.Â
You walk around some more while your boyfriend opens every nook and cranny of the wooden frame, but then right as you turn your body, you find it. The dresser. HEMNES. You quickly make your way to it, running your hands along the dark brown surface, crouching down to open up and see how much space is in the drawersâwhich, itâs very spacious. The drawer itself is taller than your waistline, probably reaching just at your belly button. Itâs perfect. âBaby, wait, come here! I think I found one!â You call out.Â
Javier follows your voice, intrigued by your excitementâyou didnât show this much enthusiasm with the other ones he was looking at. He rounds the corner and is met with quite a view. You are bending over the top of the dresser, on your tippy toes, trying to feel for the depth of the dresser. He sees you settle your hands at the edges of the top and shake it a little, testing out its durability while also unknowingly wiggling your ass. Fuck me, he thinks. Quickly adjusting his pants, he makes his way to you, situating his body directly against yours as he cages you in.Â
âJav-â you softly gasp, not expecting to feel him. Immediately youâre pulling yourself up, still on your tippy toes, but your back is now flush against his chest.Â
âAy, Dios mĂo,â he grunts as he whispers in your ear, âQuerida, please get up.â His hands are on your hips, pulling you away from the dresser. You turn in his hold, a giggle leaving your throat as you look at his stressed out expression, realizing why his reaction was so pained.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You ask him quietly. âSaw something you like, huh?â You pull him in by his neck, kissing the side of his mouth before you pull away from him completely. Gesturing to the dresser, you ask, âDoes this one pass the inspection, sir?âÂ
He glares at you before he replies. âYeah, letâs get this one.â
Your eyebrow quirks up. âYou didnât even look at it.âÂ
âI saw enough, cariño,â he says gruff, looking at the tag on the display and taking note of which aisle the box will be at.Â
You know your man well enough to know when heâs turned on, and that little unintentional stunt you pulled when making sure HEMNES was the right dresser for youâoh, it absolutely sent him over the edge. You decided to let him brew in his own arousal until you checked out your purchase, but the moment you set foot in his car again, you were set on starting something you wanted him to finish.Â
âThank you again for coming with me, baby,â you say as he settles back into the driver seat, your hand taking its seat on his upper thigh.Â
The muscle twitches underneath your palm. âMhm,â he mutters, voice wavering at your contact. Just as Javier puts the car in drive, heâs immediately pushing it back to park because your hand slides higher, closer, to the hardening bulge between his legs. His hips softly buck into your grasp; you take one look at him, and you can see the veins in his neck popping. A victory smile graces your face as his turns into a scowl. âWhat are you doing?â
You feign as much innocence as possible. âWhat am I doing? Iâm just saying thank you, baby, I canât tell you thank you?âÂ
âRight,â he says unconvinced. Your fingers continue to draw little shapes across the strained material of his pants. You go to cup him entirely, but the strength of his hand stops you.Â
He releases your hand and gets out of the car, the car still running. He is at your side faster than you can take your own seatbelt off. Heâs pulling your door open and giving you no chance for debate, his hand wraps around your jaw and pulls you into a bruising kissâa messy yet calculated dance of teeth and tongue, and in pulling away heâs biting your bottom lip, pulling the sweetest little desperate whimper from your throat. He clocks the way your hips softly grind into his seat.Â
âJ-jav,â your voice shakes, âw-what are you doing-â
His grip on your jaw tightens, giving you a little shake as he speaks. âYou had your fun, cariño,â he breathes. âMy turn now.âÂ
His hand leaves your face and snakes down the front of your body, unzipping your jeans as you just stare wildly at the sight below you, your breathing erratic as your body anticipates his next move.Â
âWe- weâre in the fucking parking lot still, Javi!â You whisper yell at him, pissed, even though your body is doing absolutely nothing to stop him. He smirks at that fact. You want this.Â
âGuess youâll just have to keep quiet for me, yeah?â His fingers slip past your jeans, past your underwear, and youâre fucking soaked. His middle and ring finger bypass your clit, circling your entrance to gather the wetness accumulating before he comes back up to circle your throbbing bud.Â
âOh, fuck,â you yelp out, your eyes rolling back and your hips pushing into his hand as you hiss out in the pleasure. At your volume, Javiâs quick to stop his ministrations, cupping your mound and squeezing you as a warning. If the space allowed, you know he wouldâve slapped your cunt. This alternative is equally as dizzying.Â
âOpen your eyes, baby,â he rasps. Your eyes flutter open. âYou see all these people, huh? You want them to see you? See my good girl getting finger fucked in broad fucking daylight?â
âF-fuck, Javâ you whimper, much quieter this time, as your eyes land back on your manâs as you try and grind yourself on him. Javiâs fingers find your entrance then, sliding in with ease as a new wave of arousal pours out of you.Â
âOh, you like that idea, donât you?â His fingers speed up their momentum as he adds his thumb into the mix, hurtling you much closer to your finish line than you anticipated.Â
âBaby, Iâm c-close, Iâm- fuck- Iâm gonna cum, Javi, I-â you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle the sobs that are about to leave your mouth.
âYeah, baby? Gonna give us a show?â He asks, his breathing just as erratic as yours. All you need is one more little push from his thumb on your clit, and then-
âNo!â you cry.
Right as you were about to fall over the edge, Javier completely pulls his fingers out of you, standing up straight as he licks his fingers off. Your hips donât realize he left you as they buck a few more times, chasing the feeling of what could have been.Â
âBaby, please, I was so close,â you heave, your heart rate equivalent to that of a hummingbird.Â
Javier leans down into the car, slotting his lips against yours terribly slow; your taste lingers on his tongue. He pulls away. âSorry, mama,â he whispers. âOnly I get to see you fall apart like that.âÂ
He zips and buttons your pants up, leaving you a stunned, aroused, wet mess as he makes his way back to the driver seat and pulls out of the parking spot, driving back to your place as if nothing even happened.Â
The drive home is short, but it feels like the longest drive youâve ever had to endure. He rests his hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing you every now and then as his pinky leaves featherlight touches where you need him most. He talks to you during the driveâabout what, you honestly have no clue, but it seemed the conversation was enough for him to sustain alone.Â
Youâre brought out of your daze when his hand grabs your jaw, turning you to look at him. âYou okay, baby?â He asks, knowing damn well whatâs got your head in the clouds.Â
The throbbing between your legs remained consistentâworse, evenâon the drive home, so no youâre not fucking okay. You donât tell him that, though. âMhm,â you hum, not trusting your vocal cords to string together something coherent.Â
He pulls your lips to hisâa lingering one, one that has your mind slipping further. Breaking the embrace, he says softly, âGo unlock the door, amor, while I carry the box in, yeah?âÂ
On wobbly legs, you make your way to your door, missing the hole a few times but eventually the key slides in with ease. You toss them into the bowl on the entryway table, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water to contain yourself until Javier comes inside.Â
Apparently, youâre way more distracted than you thought, because one gulp down and heâs behind youâhands on your waist, mouth on your neck. You set the glass down a little harshly, its weight suddenly increasing tenfold with the way heâs on you.Â
âBaby,â you whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder. âPlease.â
Your boyfriend is turning you around then, turning you to face him, and his mouth is on yours, licking and sucking as his body pushes you up against the fridge, your head landing with a soft thud as his mouth starts to descend down your neck while his fingers work your buttons and zipper for the second time today.Â
Heâs pulling your bottoms down to your anklesâtheyâre loose on your form, so they donât restrict you too much from opening your legs when he slots his thigh in between you, hitting right against your core.Â
His lips never leave you, biting and kissing every inch he can reach while his hands find their home at the globe of your asscheeks, securing his grip as he begins a steady pace of your crying pussy back and forth on his clothed thigh.Â
âJust like that, cariño, I can feel you fluttering on me already, holy fuck,â he groans as he continues his assault on your chest, leaving pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts. âMaking such a mess, pretty girl,â he mutters into your skin.Â
Your hands snake to the curls at the back of his head, yanking them as he brings you back closer and closer to the finish line. He brings his lips back to yours sloppily, one hand leaving your ass to paw at your chest, his fingers rubbing and twisting at your nipples; they harden in his touch.
Your eyes struggle to stay open, his tight jeans providing the yummiest friction against your clit. âI- Iâm gonna- please, Jav, I- I need to cum,â you sob.Â
His hand at your chest snakes down your body, following the path to your sex. Just as you think heâs about to slip his hands between your legs, his hand changes direction, both hands going up to grip your waist to stop you from moving. His thigh leaves your core, and youâre fightingâyour hips chase his muscle, your fingers scrambling to pull him flush against you, but he doesnât budge. Itâs no use. Your high is gone again, painfully forced back to the start line as Javier bends down to grab your panties and work their way back up your legs.Â
Youâre a heaving mess, tears falling from your eyes as pathetic little protests fall from your lips.Â
Exhausted, you sigh and finally blurt out, âJavier Peña, what the fuck are you doing?âÂ
You can see the faintest shit-eating smirk fall on his face before he mirrors what you did earlier: feign innocence. âGotta go build your dresser, mi amor.âÂ
âI can fucking build it later.âÂ
âBut Iâm already here. Iâll do it.âÂ
âYeah, but your presence is needed elsewhere,â you say, annoyed. You faintly gesture to your sobbing cunt, silenced by your soaked underwear.Â
âBut if Iâm here, Iâll do it, so you donât have to,â he says, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth.Â
âJavi,â you whine, hoping a thousand different ways of are you fucking serious right now translates to him in the tone of your sexual frustration.Â
âJust sit pretty for me while I go do it real quick, okay, cariño?âÂ
Not giving you the chance to respond, he drags you by the wrist to your bedroom, forcing you to get settled in the reading chair you have in thereâa prime spot to watch him get all sweaty as he works. Great.Â
You wouldnât have riled him up if you had known this was the kind of torturous game he had in mind.Â
Twenty minutes in, and Javier is sweating alright, but itâs not for the reasons youâre thinking. Yeah, itâs a physical strain building this dresser, but this is fucking light work for him.Â
No, heâs sweaty, sticky, and disgustingly hot because his dick is at his full potential, throbbing and leaking at everything you put him throughâand everything he put himself through, pulling you to the brink of orgasm twice without letting you fully submit to it. He damn near always gets off when you do, and teasing you like this teases him just as much, if not more.Â
Heâs almost done, he just has one more drawer to put together and slide into place, but he takes a step back and uses his arm to wipe the sweat across his forehead, his breathing heavy during the action. It takes everything in you not to completely melt at what heâs forcing you to witness, a faint whimper escaping you at the sight of him.Â
It takes him barely a minute to get the last drawer assembled before he attempts sliding it into place. It goes in with ease at first, but before it can fully shut, the drawer gets stuck, unable to close by an inch. What the fuck, he mutters under his breath, lifting it up and wiggling to see if itâs just a kink inside the railing. Your jaw falls a little open at the vulgarity of his mouth; you are way too wound up and everything heâs doing right now has your pussy doing backflips, somersaults, cartwheelsâyou name it. Sheâs very eager.Â
Fed up with the drawer, Javier completely opens the drawer and then slams it shut, using his hips to give the drawer a full-force push. The slam of the wood is deafening, but it does nothing to hide the sweet little gasp that comes out of you, his cock twitching at the sound.Â
A high-pitched, breathy squeak of an oh fuck leaves your mouth, and Javier turns to check on you. He sees your fingers skating down your front, running your middle and ring finger over your soaked center, your clitâs fire immediately reigniting at the contact.Â
âÂżCariño?â He calls, a sternness evident in his tone. You know not to test that tone. Your fingersâ movements pause, your eyes meet his and theyâre dark. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Jesus fuck, he doesnât even know if he has the strength to fuck you like he was planning on, the sight of you touching yourself has a fire igniting through every vein in his body.Â
Your eyebrows are furrowed, nervousness written all over your face. âIâŠum, I-â you start.Â
âGet up,â he cuts you off.Â
âWhat?â You say softly, your brain already scrambled eggs and unable to register what he just asked of you.Â
His singular eyebrow raises as he stalks closer to you, his hard gaze looking down at you as your pussy cries even more at the attention. Now his command registers, and youâll be damned if you have to make him repeat himself.Â
You remove your hand from your center, lifting yourself off your chair. He snags you by your waist, pulling your body flush against his front as he steals the breath from your lungs, your tongues meeting hungrily. You moan into his mouth, your hands slowly wrapping around his neck, but before you can grip his sweet curls, heâs pulling away from you, your surprised gasps blessing his ears as he flips you roughly but with ease towards the direction of your new dresser, already in its place secured against the wall.Â
âJavi,â you whimper again for what feels like the millionth time already.Â
âDime quĂ© quieres, cariño,â (tell me what you want) he rasps in your ear, his hands skating down your front and resuming what you so desperately started.
âF-fuck-â you start, âfuck me, Javi, please, please fuck me,â you beg, your heart stuttering as he dips his middle finger into your entrance.
He kisses your temple as your eyes fall shut, a contrastingly sweet gesture for the way heâs about to ruin you right now.Â
âThen bend over.âÂ
Now that sobers you up a little. You start to crane your neck in his direction. âW-what?â But heâs quick to grab your jaw, bringing your eyes back to your dresser. âGo do what you were doing earlier, baby. Bend over that dresser for me,â he says, soft but stern, then heâs taking a step back, letting you get there on your own.Â
So hooked on his body heat, you canât help the shudder that leaves you, but ultimately youâre making your way to your new dresserâpicking yourself up on your tippy toes to lean over the top, just like you were doing with the storeâs floor model. âL-like this?â You ask, voice trembling in anticipation. You stick your ass out a little extra for good measure.Â
You hear his belt buckle before you register his deep grumble. âYeah, baby,â he tells you, slowly making his way to your backside. âSo good for me,â he breathes, his fingers hooking into the hem of your underwear and letting them fall to the ground. You step out of them, knowing his next step is gonna be to nudge your legs further openâand he does, using his foot to nudge both of yours outwards.Â
He runs his middle finger through your slick as he lets his jeans fall, your hips push further into his touch, chasing the pleasure youâve been buzzing for all morning.Â
âBaby, please,â he hears escaping your mouth.Â
âNuh uh, baby,â he tuts, âI told you. You had your fun already, itâs my turn.âÂ
He runs his fingers through your wet seam, properly soaking his digits before he brings his hand to his own arousal, covering himself in your slick. He groans at the feeling. Javier crowds himself behind you, his tip immediately mirroring the path of his fingers. He catches himself against your clit, and he smirks at the wrecked sounds of your heavy breathing.Â
He pushes himself into you, slow and steady, getting you comfortable in his size. His fingertips are digging little bruises into your hipsâhis way of grounding himself from absolutely pummeling into you from the get go.Â
You two have been together for quite some while, but Javi knows heâs big. Itâs evident in the way you mewl and convulse every time heâs inside of you. Too big to get used to, yet perfect for the slight tinge of pain he knows you love.Â
âBaby, please move,â you pant.Â
âYou sure, cariño?â He says softly, his dominant demeanor fading to make sure youâre alright.Â
You reach back to grab onto his hand and drag it up your own body, settling his long digits around the base of your neck. With a squeeze of your hand over his: âFuck me, Jav, please.âÂ
At your queue, heâs pushing himself into you entirely. âYeah, baby?â He snarls. âWant me to fuck you like this?â His hips form a hard pace, your hips digging into the ledge of the dresser. âThis what your pretty little pussy wants, huh? What sheâs been fucking crying for, baby?â
âFuck-â you gasp. âFuck, yes- Javi, yesyesyes! Amor, please,â you wail, your eyes rolling back as the pressure of his fingers on your neck restrict your blood flow, filling your body with a euphoria only he can give you.Â
His eyes scan down your body, taking in every inch of you with nothing but pure adoration. The sweetness fades when his eyes zone in on where your two centers meet. He lets out an audible moan at the sight, sending your pussy fluttering at the sound. âLook at you, bebita, fucking creaming on me, holy fuck,â he groans, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.
âI- Iâm close, baby, fuck-â your breath stutters. âTouch me, Jav, I- I need you,â you moan.Â
âShh, Iâve got you, mi amor.â Javiâs hand on your throat leaves you and coasts down your spine, his grip fixing itself on the globe of your ass.Â
He reaches down with his thumb to gather some of your slick, dragging it up to your tight, more inexperienced hole. You gasp when you feel it, your ass bucking further into his touch. âOh, my baby girl likes that? You like your ass being played with, cariño?â He taunts, hooking his thumb inside. âWant to me to fuck you there next time?â
âFuck- yes- please,â you whimper, your pussy fluttering around him at his words. His other hand snakes to your front and reaches for your clit, drawing tight, calculated circles on you. âOh, fuck-!â you yell out.
âThatâs it, baby, fucking- dĂĄmelo, fucking soak me, queridaâ he forces out between his teeth. Your body twitches in his grasp, knuckles stark white against your dresser, eyes clamped shut as you cry out in the overwhelming pleasure consuming every inch of your body. âFuck,â he groans, your sounds forcing his balls to pull taut. Javiâs fingers speed up along with his thrusts, hurtling you towards your long-awaited climax.Â
Itâs overstimulating, him fucking into you so harshly as every nerve ending in your body pops off like fireworks. Yet, you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his pace stutters for barely a second, and you know heâs close. Itâs overstimulating, yes, but you want, no, need him to continue, you need him to chase his own finish lineâyou need him to root himself so deep inside you, youâll feel traces of him for months on end.Â
âYouâre close, I can feel it,â you gasp, building your own rhythm of your hips to help him along. âNeed it, baby, need you inside of me,â you pant, your voice desperate. You pull yourself off the dresser and push your back into his chest, both his hands leaving your body to grip onto the darkwood, caging you in.Â
âYeah?â you feel his heavy breath fan across your cheek. âTell me how fuckingâ bad, querida, wanna hear it,â he says, voice strained.
You look back at him as best you can in this angle, your lips ghosting his jaw as the slick sounds of you grow louder. âNeed you so bad even plan B canât help us- God- please cum inside of me, Javier Peña, fucking give it to me,â you beg, your moans echoing the walls and rattling every fibre of his being, pushing his body into a state of pure ecstasy as he begins to empty himself into you.Â
âOhâŠfuck,â he grunts, his hips coming to a halt as he nearly wheezes through his orgasm. Once the sensitivity calms down, Javi pumps himself in and out of you a few more times for good measure, pushing his load deep inside of you. You can feel the way he slides in with a wet ease, and it makes butterflies in your belly erupt, a small gasp of a giggle, knowing that the soaked sensation isnât because of solely your own product.Â
âFucking perfect,â he grumbles, slowly pulling himself out of you. He takes a small step back to get a look at your used cunt, puffy and glistening. His mouth literally waters.Â
Javi drops to his knees, settling his broad palms on each of your ass cheeks to keep the view of you open for him. Slowly, he leans in, the flat of his tongue running over your delicate pearl through your cum-soaked folds, a mix of you and him blessing each taste bud on his tongue. He hears your breath hitch.Â
He brings his tongue back in, collecting up the salty combination, before heâs on you again, mapping out the ring of your puckered muscle before he softly peppers the area in sweet kisses, your rear slightly irritated with his repeated slamming into you.Â
He pulls himself away, giving you a moment to turn around; your back is to the dresser now. He places several kisses on your thighs, giving a few more kitten licks to your center before heâs rising to his feet and pulling you in for a deep yet gentle kiss. You can taste both you and him, and it makes your heart want to burst at the seams with warmth.Â
âYou okay?â He asks softly as his lips break away from yours.Â
âAlways with you,â you offer bashfully.Â
âGood,â he says firmly, kissing the tip of your nose. You hear his hand smack the top of your dresser a few times. âI guess this thing is pretty fucking durable, huh?âÂ
âMmmm, maybe. I think it needs to pass one more test,â you tell him.Â
His eyebrow quirks up, you can see his mustache twitch, fighting his smirk. âAnd what test would that be, mi amor?âÂ
Taking a step back out of his hold, you back up into the dresser again, grabbing onto the ledge and you jump, spreading your legs wide open for him to fit in between.Â
You can see the way his eyes flash impossibly darker. He stalks up to you again, his hands squeezing your thighs before heâs back on his knees, his head immediately burying himself in your core.Â
Oh, yeah, this dresser passes the test, alright.Â
Tagging those who showed interest when I posted the WIP !! @honeyedmiller , @punkshort , @joels-shitty-puns , @bearsbeetsbeskar , @janaispunk , @starry-eyes-love
If you enjoyed this, come check out my masterlist for more or follow my notifs blog @endlessthxxghtsnotifs to get updated on when I post new stories! Much loveđ
@pedrostories
#endless thoughts fics#pedro pascal#pedrohub#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#smut#fic#smut fic#one shot#pedrostories#javier peña#javier peña x reader#javier peña x you#javier peña x f!reader#javi peña x you#javi peña x reader#javier peña smut#javier peña fanfiction#javier peña fic#javier peña one shot#narcos fanfiction#narcos fic#narcos smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she's been feeling unwell but insists she's coming to the track and he's worried about her. Long short story, their son (Jack) with her and she felt like she's going to go faint and she tell Jack to find Toto for her and Toto's being her knight in shining armor,rescued her. Just fluff and comfort. Tag me later. Thanks! :))
TAKE IT EASY| T.WOLFF
Pairing; Toto Wolff x Wife!reader
Summary; Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son.
Warnings; none
F1 Master List
You could feel the worried gaze of your husband from where he was standing in the en-suite getting dressed, he had woken up before you this morning which was his first notification that something was wrong but once he saw your flushed cheeks and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead he knew you certainly werenât well.
He had tried to convince you to go back to bed but you refused, you were here to support him and Jack was so excited to attend a race again and whilst Toto was more than capable of looking after him, it was just easier for you to take care of Jack and entertain him because Toto still had work to do, a toddler didnât just want to sit in the garage and wait for their father to finish a bunch of things before having fun.
So you insisted that you were fine and were adamant on going to the track, ignoring the churning of your stomach, fogginess in your mind and how weak your body felt.
Toto wasnât happy with your decision at all, your health was so much more important to him than any race that he had brought up not going himself but you had shot down that idea before he could even finish his sentence.
So he relented.
You were now on your way to the track, the car wasnât doing anything good for your stomach, leaving you to lean your head against the window with your eyes closed as you took deep breaths through your nose.
What was meant to be the comforting touch of your husband rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh wasnât helping with the nausea you felt either because all you could think about was how similar the touch was to him rubbing his hand up and down your back as you threw up.
Jack was in the back babbling nonstop about how excited he was to see Lewis again and hopefully sit in the car and you loved your son so much but your head was so fuzzy that everything he was saying you were hearing three times and you couldnât think straight.
"Mama?" His small voice called out and you could perfectly hear the undertone of excitement.
"Yeah, darling?" You slowly turned around in your seat so you could look at him, mustering up the biggest smile you could for him.
"Can we see Charles and Carlos, today?" He asked, face filled with hope.
"We can do whatever you want to do but remember theyâll be very busy preparing for the race so they might not have time to speak with you."
"Okay, and can we see Bono?" He asked.
"Yes," you smiled weakly.
"And Mick?"
"If you want to, yes."
"And Lando and Oscar too?"
"Weâll do whatever you want to do Jack."
"Well I want food before we see Lando," he said strong cause you to laugh.
"Yeah, we mustnât forget about that," you agreed before turning back in your seat. Of all the days for your son to be riddled with energy, today was not really ideal but you suppose thatâs what comes with being a parent.
You rested your head back against the window, looking out at the streets you passed, reaching out blindly your clasped your hand with Totoâs that hadnât removed from its position on your leg, hoping his touch could help you feel even the slightest bit better.
Toto released a deep breath as he turned off the car and turned to look at you. You hadnât even registered that you had arrived at the track, still staring out the window in a daze. "Itâs not too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, we can go back to bed." He spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle her.
You shook your head and turned to him with a smile, "Iâll be fine, come on, jackâs getting antsy," you responded, hearing your son trying and failing to unfasten his seatbelt.
Your husband huffed in defeat and reluctantly got out the car, opening the door behind his to let Jack out, you heard him entertain his childish rambling and as soon as the door shut you took a second to take a deep breath before getting out yourself.
"Mummyâs not feeling today so itâs up to you to take care of her okay?" Toto whispered to his son, who was resting on his hip, so you couldnât hear.
Jack frowned and looked to his father in concern for you. "Sheâs poorly?"
Toto nodded "Sheâs doesnât feel well, are you going to keep an eye on her for me?" Jack nodded with a determined look on his face before wriggling for Toto to put him down.
"Mummy!" He ran around the car as soon as his feet his the ground so he could get to you.
"Yeah, baby?" You crouched down, surprised when he wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug.
"I donât want to see Charles, Carlos or Lando today, can we just get food and stay in Papaâs office and watch the race from the garage?" He asked.
You looked at him in confusion at his sudden change, he was beyond excited earlier and whilst you were relieved at the change in what he wanted, you were surprised at how abruptly he didnât want to go and see the other drivers anymore.
"Are you sure thatâs what you want?" You asked, skeptical as he nodded confidently but you reluctantly agreed.
"Okay then," you grabbed his hand and Toto grabbed his other as the three of you made your way into the track, you ignored the worried eyes of your husband that kept flickering to you every few seconds, the pair of you ignored the fans and shouts of media reporters as you werenât in the mood to feign happiness and Toto was just far too concerned about you.
You had hoped that as day went by you would start to feel better but if anything you felt worse, you had went to hospitality with Jack to get some food to take back to Totoâs office but the mixture of smells had sent you spiralling and you tried to get out of there as quick as possible.
You and Jack had been in Totoâs office for about an hour and you hadnât seen your husband in about two.
Jack was being on his best behaviour though, you donât know where his change in what he wanted to do today came from but he seemed content sitting on the floor with his snacks and watching the live recording of the track on your phone.
You had sat yourself down on Totoâs chair to try and relax a bit but your head was spinning so much and your vision was starting to blur.
"Jack?" You called out weakly, you had tried to sound as though everything was okay as to not worry him but it didnât work that well.
"Mama?" Jack pulled himself up to his feet immediately, live broadcast long forgotten as he saw his mother even paler than you had been this morning and leaning against his fatherâs desk, a thin layer of perspiration on your skin.
"Can you go get Papa for me? Tell him I need him quickly." You told him, trying to smile at him but your body didnât even have the energy for that.
Jack didnât need to be told twice, he turned around and ran to find Toto, opening the door with so much force that it banged against the wall before closing half way again.
"Papa!"
The Mercedes team all looked away from what they were doing and turned towards the sound of Jackâs panicked voice followed by the sight of him running through the garage with a petrified look on his face, searching for his dad.
"Papa!" He pretty much screamed, fear overtaking his body knowing that something was really wrong with his mother right now and you were alone and he couldnât find his father.
The Mercedes team were worried beyond belief as they took in just how scared Jack was and how desperate he sounded for Toto who wasnât in the garage at the moment.
"Jack?" Lewis slowly approached the boy who was stood in the middle of the garage, looking all around him, tears welling up in his eyes when he couldnât see his dad.
He looked at Lewis frantically. "Whereâs Papa?" He demanded.
"I think heâs speaking to someone right now, are you okay?" Lewis crouched down in front of him.
Jack shook his head aggressively, "I need Papa, Mama needs him quickly!"
"Whereâs your mama?" Lewis asked as worry filled him. "Show me where she is, maybe I can help her?"
But Jack shook his head "no, she needs Papa, she told me to get him quickly."
Lewis sighed but nodded, a bad feeling was settling have in his chest for you. "Okay, you stay right here and donât move and Iâm going to go and get your dad, okay?"
"You need to be quick!" Jack told him desperately.
"Iâll be as quick as I can." Lewis told him, giving a look to the team to keep an eye on him before turning and quite literally running out of the garage.
People stopped and watched in confusion as they saw Lewis Hamilton running through the pits, looking around frantically for someone.
It didnât take him long to see Toto sticking out from the crowd, in the middle of an interview with Martin Brundle, he didnât care that it was live and brutally interrupted the pair of them, grabbing Totoâs arm. "You need to come with me, now. Itâs important."
Seeing the serious look in his driverâs eyes, a million scenarios swirled around in Totoâs mind. He didnât even excuse himself from Martin knowing that Lewis wouldnât just crash his interview for no reason.
What took him back more was the fact that his driver had started running back into the direction of their garage and Toto didnât hesitate to follow.
He couldnât imagine how this looked, Lewis running through the paddock frantically, crashing Totoâs live interview and the pair of them running back.
"What is wrong?" He huffed as they weaved in and out of the masses of people crowding in the pits.
Lewis kept his voice down as he explained, not wanting this to hit the internet from someone overhearing. "I have no idea, Jack was screaming in the middle of the garage, looking for you. He said Y/N needed you quickly so I tried to get him to tell me where she was but he wouldnât, said she told him to get you as quick as he could, he looked terrified."
A deep sickening feeling settled into the pit of Totoâs stomach as he quickened his pace, he knew you werenât well today and the multiple scenarios of what could possibly have happened scared him.
"Papa!" Jack yelled as soon as he saw his father enter the garage, running straight for Toto and diving into his legs. "Quickly! Mama said she needs you."
Toto picked Jack up and looked him in the eye. "You stay here with Lewis, okay? Iâm going to go see Mama."
Jack nodded, suddenly a lot more calm now that his dad was here and didnât complain when he was passed off to Lewis.
Toto quickly made his way to his office and as soon as he stood in the threshold of the doorway, his heart fell to his stomach as he lay his eyes upon you, unconscious on the floor by his desk.
He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you as he rolled you onto your side and moved your hair from your face.
"Liebe?" He gently tapped the side of your face, trying to coerce you out of unconsciousness.
At no response, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, grimacing at the amount of heat he felt radiating from your body. Looking around his office, he saw a glass of ice water sitting on his desk, he grabbed the glass and dipped his hand inside before pressing it back against your forehead, hoping it would cool you down a bit.
"Schatz?" He tried to wake you again, this time successful as he heard a slight change in your breathing and saw your eyes moving beneath your lids.
"Y/N, youâre okay, take it easy." He continued speaking to try and coerce you more awake, smiling when he saw your eyes open.
You were confused to see your husband hovering above you, your mind was foggy and your body felt so heavy you couldnât move your limbs.
Looking around, you found that you were lying on the floor causing your face to contort into confusion.
Turning back to Toto, you blinked up at him and upon seeing the questioning look on your face, he explained. "You fainted, and gave Jack quite the fright too."
Hearing Jackâs name, your body filled with worry and you tried to sit up but Totoâs hands on your shoulders encouraged you to lay back down. "Heâs fine, heâs with Lewis."
"Need a drink," you told him causing him to look at the glass on the edge of his desk.
"Iâll get you a new one, I put my hand in that one to try and cool you down," he told you.
You shook your head, "itâs fine," you held out your hand for him to just give you the one on the desk, not really wanting him to leave at the minute.
Toto brought the glass to your lips, insisting on hosing it for you since your hands were shaky and he didnât want you spilling it all over yourself. "Have you had anything to eat?"
You shook your head, the idea of food earlier had knocked you funny but you know you should probably eat something.
"Iâll get someone from hospitality to make you some toast," he told you, not really giving you the opportunity to refuse, not that you would have anyways. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah, thank you." you replied, sitting yourself up to lean against his desk. It was as though passing out was what your body needed to recover because the fuzziness in your head had faded away, the hot flush all over your body was gone and your stomach was no longer churning anymore, it just felt empty.
"We shouldâve stayed at the hotel," Toto repeated for what felt like the hundredth time today and you couldnât even argue with him this time. "I know," you responded.
"Do you want to stay in here and rest while the race is happening? I can keep Jack with me."
You shook your head, "No, I want to watch it out there; Iâll be fine."
Toto sighed but nodded.
"Mama!" Jack ran away from Lewis and towards you as soon as he saw you and Toto leave his office, you smiled widely and crouched down for him to run into your arms despite Totoâs protests, knowing you still felt a bit weak.
"Hi, baby," you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rubbed a hand up and down his back.
"I got Papa just like you said," he spoke into your shoulder.
"I know, you did such a good job," you told him proudly.
Toto insisted that you stay near him whilst the race was happening, not willing for you to leave his sight incase anything else happened so you curled up on a chair beside him with Jack on your lap, the boy also not wanting to be far from you, with Totoâs large coat draped over the pair of you.
A plate of toast and a glass of water had been set in front of you next to the monitors and there was no way you could stomach all four slices so you and Jack split it.
The media had their speculations as to why Toto and Lewis had been rushing through the paddock but once they saw you snuggled up on the chair beside Toto, still very pale, they could guess what happened but they thought it was adorable seeing how the man would constantly glance away from the monitor to you and Jack to ensure you were okay, his hand stroking your hair away from your face every few minutes.
#formula one#motorsport#formula one x reader#f1 fanfiction#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#fluff#toto wolff x y/n#toto wolff x oc#toto wolff fanfic#toto wolff x you#toto wolff imagine#toto wolff fanfiction#toto wolff#toto wolff fluff#toto wolff x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
⥠⊠TIO \ MV1 & CL16  âŠ
pairing âŠÂ max verstappen x reader x charles leclerc summary âŠÂ you, max, n charles all get freaky... it really is just porn w no plot i cannot lie ... 1500+ words warnings âŠÂ nsfw !!!!! pls only read if you're 18+. oral (m recieving), light spanking, dom/sub undertones, max gets off on others people pleasure hehe notes âŠÂ this shit is so far from being proofread i am so sorry y'all... i feel like this is some of the worst smut i've ever written lowkey but it's okay, i just wanted to put out something that wasn't the story of us related ! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated & fill out this form to be added to my taglist ! much love <3
your hips swayed against the body behind you, sweat beading along your hairline as you moved to the beat of the song. head tilting onto the shoulder behind you, you placed a chaste kiss to charlesâ jawline, grinning as his hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you more firmly against him. your eyes shut as you let him move your body, a wide smile taking over your features as you got lost in the pull that charles seemed to have on you.
as your eyes opened, they met ones with a piercing shade of blue holding something in them that you couldnât quite read. âheâs looking, charlie.â you giggled, hoping the brunette was able to hear you over the sound of the music.
charlesâ head tilted up, making eye contact with his rival turned friend, one of his eyebrows quirking up as they stared each other down. you watched the exchange, feeling the adrenaline begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. max stood up at the bar, swiftly moving himself between the sea of bodies that separated him from you and charles.
âhi, maxieâŠâ you grinned as he finally made his way to the two of you, his expression remaining unreadable. âi missed you.â you hummed, your arms making their way over his shoulders as you pulled him closer, sandwiching yourself between the two males.
âis that so?â he wasnât looking at you, his eyes locked on charles as they seemed to communicate without even speaking.
you hummed, pushing up on your tiptoes so you could place a kiss to the corner of his mouth, giggling as you finally got his attention on you. max moved out of your grasp while charles pulled away from you, causing a pout to take over your glossed lips. âi think itâs time to leave,â the monegasque said, one of his hands finding its way to the small of your back to push you along.
âi donât want to-â you started, eyebrows furrowing before you saw the look the two were giving you, knowing that the three of you leaving wasnât up for debate. you huffed before crossing your arms over your chest, eyes rolling as you moved with the two of them.
the car ride to charlesâs apartment was tense, you have been delegated to the back seat as the two men sat in the front, barely acting like they knew you were there. but the moment the three of you were alone, it was a completely different scene.
before charles had even been able to shut the door, max pushed you up against the wall in the foyer, plush lips finding their home in your mouth. kissing max was addicting, the way he took the lead with one of his hands threaded in your hair to keep you where he wanted you â he kissed like it was the last thing he was going to do, and it kept you craving more. his free hand trailed to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hand as you gasped into the kiss. max pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip as he did.
your eyes met the dark green of charlesâ, clearly not having any complaints about watching the show that you and max had just happily put on for him. âbedroom?â it was a simple question, but you quickly obliged. you didnât miss the way charles pulled max in for a quick kiss, causing you cheeks to heat up even more than they already were.
inside the bedroom, charles couldnât keep his hands off of you. âletâs get this dress of, mon ange.â he hummed as he kissed down your neck, deft fingers pulling at the zipper of your dress. max helped push it down your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your feet.
you grinned as the two men looked at your naked body, trying to suppress a giggle at the fact that you hadnât been wearing any undergarments at all. âmon angeâŠâ charles groaned, his head tilting back.
âdirty, dirty girl.â max shook his head, pushing you towards the bed while your cheeks flamed with heat.
with where you were on the bed, you got a prime seat watching the way charles and max worked together. their lips were entangled in a deep kiss, maxâs hands working the buttons of charlesâ shirt while charles palmed max through his jeans. you bit at your bottom lip, not wanting to interrupt what the two of them had going on.
the two parted so they could rid themselves of the rest of their clothes before beginning their descent on you. max pulled you towards the end of the bed, causing you to let out a little squeal. âon your hands and knees, schatz.â you followed the command with no pushback, your head towards to foot of the bed.
charles stepped in front of you, his hand working slowly over his dick before he tapped the tip against your lips. your lip parted, your eyes on his as he pushed his way into your mouth. at the same time, max moved onto the bed behind you before he landed a hard smack against one of your ass cheeks, causing you to jerk into charlesâ dick.
a groan came from charles, his hand threading into your hair. he wasnât pushing you, but the pressure of his hand was a nice presence to have. one of maxâs fingers trailed down from the curve of your ass to your pussy, barely letting his finger ghost over your entrance before he came down on your clit, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.
you moaned onto charles causing him to buck forward, you pulled away with a gasp, tears pooling in your eyes as you looked up at him. âyouâre doing so well for us, mon ange⊠always such a good girl, arenât you?â one of his hands caressed your jaw before he stepped away, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.
you felt the bed dip, your head turning behind you to look. charles was slotting himself behind you, two of his fingers spreading along your pussy. he groaned at the wetness that was gathered there, lifting his fingers up towards max who willingly took them in his mouth, sucking all of your wetness off of charlesâ fingers. âalways taste so goodâŠâ the dutchman groaned, one of his hands resting against the curve of your ass.
charles grabbed at your hips, pulling you towards the head of the bed so there was room for max to sit in front of you. âplease, charlie⊠need you so bad,â you whined as he ran the tip of his dick along your folds, before he slowly pushed in.
your head hung between your shoulders, moaning at the stretch of him finally entering you. he moved slowly, letting you adjust the size of him before he fully bottomed out. a gasp passed your lips as you felt his hands grab at your stomach, pushing your body up so your back was to his chest â baring your front for max. the blondeâs lips were on yours almost instantly, charlesâ fingers tweaking at your nipples while you and max continued to make out. he was breathing in all the moans and gasps you were letting out before he trailed the kisses down to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh. you were almost positive you were going to have marks by the morning.
you took one of your shaking hands, spitting into your palm before you took max in your hand working your palm over the tip of his dick and then beginning to move your hand with the speed of charlesâ thrusts. âi want you to feel good, tooâŠâ you gasped; your head knocking back against charlesâ shoulder.
max groaned into the curve where your shoulder and neck met, his hips meeting your hand as your eyes screwed shut. ââm close, iâm going to-â your words were cut short by the feeling of fingers pressing circles over your clit, the feeling of tightness erupting in your belly as you let out a gasp, body trembling with the force of your orgasm.
charles quickly pulled out, as you felt the warmth of his cum spread across your lower back and ass while max came across your chest. since charles was no longer holding you up, you slumped forward against max, your head resting against his shoulder as you took in a couple of deep breaths, body still shaking with the aftereffects of your orgasm.
you could faintly feel charles move, hearing the ensuite light turning on and the sound of a sink running. he came back with a wet rag, wiping it along your back before him and max moved you to lay on your back. max wiped at your chest, pressing a light kiss to your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
âyou did so good for us, liefje.â max murmured, moving your body so your head was resting against a pillow.
âmax⊠if you donât come and cuddle me right now,â you grumbled, smiling as you felt his body slot itself behind you.
charles came back into the room â when he left, you werenât quite too sure â with a couple glasses of water before mumbling something about hating being the little spoon. a quiet giggle came from you before he entered the bed, your arm wrapping itself around his middle and pulling him closer. as you pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, you mumbled a quiet i love you, before doing the same with max â his kiss being put to his knuckles.
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 imagines#f1 smut#f1 fluff#lestappen x reader#lestappen x you#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc imagine#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen smut
770 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jealousy, Jealousy!
Summary: You're approached by someone at the bar. How do they react?
Warnings: 800 words. Mentions of insecurities on Marcille's part.
A/N: These were starting to rot in my google docs so enjoy!
Laios
girl
Congratulations on getting this man to understand that you are interested in a monogamous romantic relationship with him and got him to agree. The hardest part is over.
If he sees you having a conversation with someone itâs unlikely heâll care. Unless theyâre beastkin or some type of monster hybrid then heâll care.
Even if heâs standing there with you and blatantly hitting on you heâll probably say something like âyeah arenât they so cool :) â
Sighs
Itâs far more likely that youâll be the one experiencing jealousy in the relationship since he's just as oblivious about people flirting with him than he is people flirting with you.
Marcille
She is the one who gets jealous in a very obvious way but at the same time is the one who will most vehemently deny it.Â
You're having a polite conversation with an adventurer about your respective experiences in dungeons and you can almost feel her pouting at you.
When you turn to look at she has the same face she makes when Laios has a meal recommendation.
Disgust and general upsetness.
Marcille hates that she feels this way, but her insecurities always get the better of her, especially if you're a short lived race.
She already has so little time with you in this world, and she's loath to share it.
As much as she wants to, itâs unlikely that sheâll interrupt the conversation. If she sees that whoever youâre speaking to is making you uncomfortable sheâll step in but sheâll most likely just sit and pout into her food.
When you go home, sheâs unusually quiet.
Unless youâre the kind of person thatâs completely oblivious to other people's feelings, youâll understand whatâs going on.
The best course of action is to gently remind her that you love her and that you want to spend your life by her side, no matter how long it is.
Kabru
Somehow turns it into an opportunity to gain information
Youâre chatting away and all of a sudden heâs sliding next to you and putting his hand on you somewhere and heâs doing that smile he does at the other person that tells you that heâs about to get this person's life story
If youâre introverted this could be a blessing, because he can honestly just take over the conversation from there. Kabru will buy you a drink for your troubles and you can sit there and sip while they yap.
If the person is actually interested in you the interaction will become hostile but only in its undertones.
Kabru has invested too much time and energy into being seen as kind and charming and he doesnât want to wreck it.
Heâll start saying things like ââItâs very crowded here. Do you think anyone would notice if someone disappeared?â
âI think red is your color. Would you want to wear some soon?âÂ
Okay weirdo (affectionately)Â
Hopefully the person heâs talking to gets the hint. If they donât heâll make up some excuse to remove both of you from the situation.Â
Mithrun
He leans more towards possessiveness rather than jealousy.
If someone is talking to you and he doesnât like it he will simply grab you or the offender and teleport away.
Which one he grabs depends on how aggressive he deemed them to be
If it's just a normal conversation heâll teleport you away outside the bar. Itâs pretty irritating especially if you were enjoying yourself or you were getting good information. Threaten to make him sleep on the couch. Heâll say heâs sorry but he will absolutely do it again.Â
If he decides your conversation partner is being flirty with you, youâll sense his anger without even seeing him just before he disappears with them.
When he makes his way back you angrily ask what heâs done. He tells you he just gave them a stern talking to. Yeah sure. That person is never seen again and he receives a strongly worded message from Pattadol everytime it happens.
You should probably actually make him sleep on the couch.
Thistle
Thistle does not get jealous because he has no reason to.
No one in the Golden Kingdom is dumb enough to try and invoke his wrath especially when it comes to you.
Youâre all he has left after Delgal disappeared.
Similar to Mithrun, heâs more possessive than jealous.
If he is spending time with you, he expects to have 100% of your attention.
He took a break on searching for Delgal to come and see you because he loves (is dangerously obsessed) with you! Donât you appreciate it! Love him!
Even before the mess with Delgal when he was still a jester, I canât imagine him being jealous.
Heâs got such a one track mind, focusing on your happiness and Delgalâs, he wouldnât really notice anyone else.
#dungeon meshi x reader#laios x reader#marcille x reader#kabru x reader#mithrun x reader#thistle x reader
986 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drip
stucky x female reader
Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.
warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation
Masterlist
You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.
They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.
Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.
Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.
It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.
When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.
However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.
Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.
You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.
But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.
Steveâs tone wasnât exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldnât refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid).Â
Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed theyâve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.
Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision.Â
If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.
A currency no salary could match.
Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.
You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compoundâs bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment.Â
As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself.Â
"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.
You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs.Â
For a fleeting moment you hoped theyâd change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them.Â
Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.
Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.
Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement.Â
Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.
Steveâs gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers.Â
Your nipples instantly pebbled.
"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower."Â
Fuck.Â
If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time.Â
It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.
He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall.Â
Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.
A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.
Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldnât catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down ontoâŠ
"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.
The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.
Swirls of gray in Buckyâs blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on.Â
Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steveâs chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles.Â
You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasnât you who got to touch.
"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Buckyâs hands traveled all over Steveâs body, while his gaze remained locked on you.Â
"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.
At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Buckyâs voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:
"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."
Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles.Â
As Buckyâs fingers ran down Steveâs stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.
"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.
Steveâs own hand was gripping the back of Buckyâs head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didnât bother to hide, Steveâs eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.
"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.
Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs.Â
"Are you thinking about it, starburst?â Steve asked, nudging Buckyâs hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock.Â
âImagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?"Â
Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldnât compare in size.Â
"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?â Steveâs hand splayed on Buckyâs hip when his partner came closer.Â
With his other hand he cupped Buckyâs balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Buckyâs cock, before fisting it.Â
âBig and long.â Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. âDo you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"
You werenât thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now.Â
âOh Stevie,â Bucky chuckled against Steveâs shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, âI think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.âÂ
Fingers still wrapped around Buckyâs girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Buckyâs almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss.Â
Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Buckyâs dick twitching in Steveâs hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Buckyâs cock.
âI donât blame her,â Steve rasped when they parted, âI love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.âÂ
Buckyâs soft laughter didnât diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy.Â
Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.
âBet sheâs thinking about it now.â Their gazes returned to you. âLook at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.â
âCute,â Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. âWho told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?â
âI-â you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside.Â
âHands off.â He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. âYou need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.
A hush little encounter with minimum interaction.Â
Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about.Â
They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be.Â
"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek. Â
"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."
You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it.Â
âShow us how much you want it.â Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. âHow thankful you are to be here.âÂ
Hesitation in your movement wasnât due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didnât have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved.Â
Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.
âDoing good, starburst.â Bucky stroked your head. âJust follow what you always imagined.â
At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you werenât that well coordinated. It didnât matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.
Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.
As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan.Â
The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steveâs dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him.Â
Your scientific knowledge wasnât impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter.Â
Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldnât get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could.Â
After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steveâs dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other.Â
"Such a good pet." Steveâs praise spurred you on.
Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you.Â
âDo you want your reward, starburst?â Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock.Â
Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock.Â
You didnât expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.
âYes, please,â you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.
âYou can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.â Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds.Â
âFuck,â you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. âSo fucking beautiful, little worshiper.âÂ
Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds.Â
Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin.Â
You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue.Â
âGood girl, starburst.â They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it.Â
Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.
âLet's get you cleaned." Buckyâs voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.
Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.
"Please!â You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steveâs wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. âPlease, please, I-"
"No." Buckyâs tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."
âLittle worshipers think of their godsâ needs and wishes first.â Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment.Â
âAnd accept their fate, even if itâs to wait for their orgasm for eternity.âÂ
"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.â Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. âI know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"
âY-yes, Steve.â Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.
Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.
" âAtta girl." He smiled. "Now letâs rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. Weâll take you out for dinner.âÂ
#stucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers#stucky x you#stucky x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#bucky barnes x steve rogers#stucky imagine#stucky smut#drip#little worshiper universe#I think I'd bee adding more into this universe in the future so I wanted to name it something#my writing#bucky barnes x female reader x steve rogers#bucky barnes x you x steve rogers
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
okay okay!! how about reader gets back late from patrol (so tlou au) and ellie was all worried and itâs super cute and fluffy?? (change it to your preferences if you like :)
THESE WALLS
PAIRING: Jackson! Ellie x reader
CW: fluff. outbreak|tlou universe. brief-non detailed mention of overwhelming thoughts such as fear of loosing loved ones and stress.
DON'T BUY TLOU | PALESTINE MP PALESTINE LINKS | DAILY CLICK
TAGLIST
The night lay thick with a stillness so profound that even the faintest sound seemed to echo with unsettling clarity. Ellie, trapped in the small sanctuary she had carefully curated, paced restlessly. Her gaze was perpetually drawn to the door, its unyielding silence a stark contrast to the usual rhythm of your return. Each passing moment stretched infinitely, laden with a tension that seemed to deepen with every tick of the clock.
The dim glow of a solitary lamp cast a soft, golden haze over the room. Walls adorned with wooden murals and comic book covers. Delicate strands of Christmas lights wove their way across the space, their faint twinkle casting a gentle, warm light. Yet, despite the serene ambiance, Ellieâs heart was a storm of unease.
She attempted to distract herself, but the mundane details of her surroundings blurred into an indistinguishable haze. Every action seemed to drift by in slow motion, her frustration mounting with each fruitless effort to quell her growing anxiety. She knew in her rational mind that the patrol was fraught with danger, but her deep-seated fear of losing those she loved clung stubbornly to her thoughts.
The creak of the door shattered the quiet, sending Ellieâs heart leaping to her throat. She dashed to the entrance, the door swinging open to reveal you, looking slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed. Relief surged through her, though it was quickly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions.
As you stepped into the room, the scene before you was both touching and a little comical. Ellieâs usual dorky charm had been replaced by a palpable anxiety. The carefully decorated room, filled with her beloved nerdy trinkets, faded into the background as your focus honed in on her distressed face.
âHey, sorry,â you said, offering a weary smile. The concern in her eyes was evident, and you could tell she had been struggling.
âWe ran into a few more infected than we expected. It took longer to clear them out,â you explained, trying to reassure her.
Ellieâs response was sharp, but it was laced with an undertone of deep-seated worry. âI was starting to think⊠I donât know, shit had happened.â Her eyes, usually so full of mischief and laughter, were now wide and brimming with concern.
You stepped closer, the old floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. Her fingers drummed impatiently against her thighs, her gaze darting over you in a frantic search for any signs of injury.
Ellie let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples as though trying to ward off a headache. âItâs not just about being late. Itâs about you being safe.â Her voice faltered, and she turned away momentarily, struggling to regain her composure.
You reached for her hand, gently enveloping it in your own. âIâm here, Ellie. Safe and sound. Nothing is going to happen to me.â
Her eyes met yours once more, shimmering with a blend of relief and lingering anxiety. âI know, but it doesnât make it any easierânever mind,â she murmured, her words softening as the harsh edge gave way to a tender vulnerability. Her usual playful demeanor was momentarily eclipsed by her raw, heartfelt fear.
Drawing her into a tight embrace, you felt her tense muscles slowly unwind against you. âIâm here,â you whispered into her ear, your voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. âAnd Iâm not going anywhere.â
You gently cupped her face in your hands, pressing a soft, loving kiss to her lips. When you finally pulled away, a small, contented smile graced her face, her eyes reflecting the warmth of your affection.
âHeyâŠâ you murmured, leaning in closer. âHow bad do I smell?â You playfully nuzzled against her, inhaling her comforting scent, the familiar fragrance and the fabric of her hoodie enveloping you in warmth.
Ellie chuckled, a soft hum escaping her as she considered your question. âBaby diapers," your quiet laughs mingling.
Your lips beushed over hers, one last tender kiss on her lips, savoring the moment. âI love you."
âI love you too,â you replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. âAnd Iâll always come back to you.â
#( đŒđAđœđđđVđ° âš đŻ ellie )#( đœEQ'Sïčâ âȘ Ellie â«#ellie x reader fluff#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#ellie fluff#ellie tlou#AđœđđđVđ° ( ellie )
444 notes
·
View notes
Note
Iâm kinda new to tumblr tbh but I need someone to write this so here goes lol
I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a smut story where Chan is feeling kind of insecure about himself and the reader ends up jerking him off while like cooing to him how pretty he is
basically a fic where the reader praises the fuck out of Chan cause he deserves it đ„°
.·:*š insecure!bangchan x reader š*:·.
wc: 1.3k (the shortest i've written)
warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, kinda subby chan?, established relationship, insecurities, comfort, praise, body worship, sweet, fluffy, slight oral (m. rec), handjob, (lmk if i missed any)
a/n: omg. i just finished writing and i was about to go to bed and then i read this and immediately needed to write it. tysm @hyunjinx42 for this suggestion <3 i hope it lived up to what u wanted
i love getting suggestions so if anyone has anything they'd like me to write, pls lmk!!! i also have a taglist if anyone is interested!
.·:*šš* âââ *šš*:·.
You and your boyfriend were nestled comfortably on the plush, oversized couch, the soft glow of the table lamp casting a warm, inviting hue across the cozy living room. The air was filled with a serene ambiance, created by the gentle hum of the TV, which played a movie neither of you were particularly invested in. The flickering light from the screen danced across the room.
Your head rested gently on Chanâs broad shoulder, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest providing a comforting background to your quiet evening together. His arm, strong and reassuring, enveloped you in a protective embrace, pulling you close to him. The plush blanket draped over both of you felt like a cocoon, wrapping you in warmth.
Chanâs fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his touch light and soothing. Yet, there was something different about his demeanor tonight. His usual warmth was overshadowed by a distant look in his eyes, as though his thoughts were caught in a whirlwind of uncertainties and insecurities that clouded his mind.
Sensing the shift in his mood, you shifted slightly, your instincts telling you that something was amiss. âHey, Chan,â you said softly, your voice tender and concerned. âYou okay?â
He sighed deeply, a sound laden with unspoken worries. His gaze flickered briefly to the TV screen, but it was clear his thoughts were elsewhere. The movie played on, a mere backdrop to the inner turmoil that occupied his mind. âYeah, Iâm fine,â he replied, but his voice lacked its usual warmth, replaced by an undertone of hesitation.
With a gentle movement, you propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes locked on his troubled expression. Your heart ached at the sight of him so distant, and you knew he was carrying a burden he wasnât ready to share. âYou donât seem fine,â you said, your voice carrying a quiet intensity. âYouâve been distant for a while now. Talk to me, whatâs on your mind?â
He hesitated, a fleeting moment of vulnerability crossing his features. He nervously bit his lower lip, a gesture that spoke volumes about the feelings he was experiencing. âItâs just⊠stupid thoughts,â he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your frown deepened, your concern growing. âChan, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? No matter how silly it seems, I want to know whatâs bothering you.â
He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of apprehension and sadness. âItâs just⊠sometimes I canât help but think you could be with someone more attractive. Someone whoâs⊠I donât know, more everything than me.â
The words struck you like a cold wave, leaving you momentarily speechless. It had never occurred to you that he, the sexiest man alive, might harbor such insecurities about his appearance.
Before you could gather your thoughts, Chan continued, his voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt. âLike, I see the way other guys look at you, and they all seem to be models or something. And then thereâs me. I mean, I know I can be sexy when I try, but it takes a lot of effort and makeup. Sometimes I just feel like you could do better, you know?â
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you shook your head vehemently, your heart aching for him. âChan, thatâs not true,â you said firmly, your hands gently cupping his face. âYou know thatâs not true. Youâre right about one thingâyou look nothing like those other guys.â
You trailed your fingers down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate care. As you slowly opened the shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, you couldnât help but admire the smoothness of his skin. Your touch was tender, each movement imbued with love and reverence.
âThey could never look like you,â you murmured, your lips brushing against his neck. âThey could never have this sexy body, and your sexy voice, and your adorable dimple.â
As you kissed a trail down his chest, your lips lingering on his skin, you felt the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your hands roamed over his muscles, appreciating the hard-earned contours of his physique. You adjusted your position, gracefully moving off the couch and onto your knees in front of him.
Your hands traced the lines of his toned abs, your fingers gently caressing the faint lines and bumps that spoke of countless hours in the gym. âToo sexy,â you whispered, looking up at him with a playful yet adoring smile.
His face flushed a deep crimson, and he looked down at you, his breath hitching in his throat. The vulnerability in his eyes was palpable, but there was also a flicker of desire that ignited as he watched you.
Your hands moved lower, reaching the waistband of his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, you unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down along with his boxers. The anticipation in the air was electric as you exposed him to your view.
His half-hard cock was freed, and you wrapped your hand around it, gently stroking it.
"Nobody can have a prettier cock than you," you murmured, admiring its size and shape. "Not even a porn star."
Your hand ran slowly up and down his length, looking up at him.
He groaned, his cock twitching in your hand.
You smiled, moving closer. You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, then licked the slit, tasting the bead of precum that had formed.
"Did I mention the sexy voice?" you asked, looking up at him again. "And the pretty face? And the way your dimple looks when you smile?"
You gave the head a kitten lick, your hand moving faster.
"So beautiful," you whispered.
He moaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.
You smirked, pressing a wet kiss to the head. "Too bad nobody else can have you, you're all for me," you murmured, your other hand giving attention to his abs.
His face was flushed as he watched you touch him.
You stroked him faster, kissing his cock again. "I bet none of those guys could make me cum like you can," you whispered, licking up the side of his cock. "No one makes me feel as good as you."
His cock twitched in your hand, and he bit his lip, stifling another moan.
"Nobody stands a chance against your hot body, your cute face, and your amazing cock," you whispered, pumping him faster. "You're so sexy, you're too much."
He gasped, his cock pulsing in your hand. He was close.
"You're mine," you whispered, stroking him faster.
"Yours," he groaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.
"So pretty honey, nobody else compares," you mumbled, stroking him harder.
You pumped him faster, eager to feel him cum.
"Come for me baby," you whispered, licking the tip of his cock.
His body tensed, his hips jerking as he came. His cock throbbed, shooting hot cum over your face and hand.
"Even pretty when you cum," you murmured, stroking him through his orgasm.
His body shuddered as he finished, his cock twitching a few more times before he relaxed, breathing heavily.
You released his cock, smiling up at him. You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "So sexy, and all mine."
He smiled, reaching for your face, and pulling you up for a kiss.
You smiled, breaking the kiss. "Is that enough proof?" you asked, wiping his cum off of your face.
He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back onto the couch.
"Thank you for that, I love you," he murmured, holding you close.
"I love you, too," you said, nuzzling against him.
The two of you lay there in each other's arms, the TV still humming in the background.
.·:*šš* âââ *šš*:·.
taglist for my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance
#stray kids x reader#skz#stray kids#skz smut#skz imagines#skz fic#skz x reader#stray kids imagines#straykids#stray kids bang chan#skz bang chan#bang chan smut#bang chan#bangchan smut#chan smut#chan fluff#skz chan#christopher bang#bangchan fluff
455 notes
·
View notes
Note
we NEED "i'm just too soft for all of it." IWHT MEGUMI PLS IM BEGGING
I'M JUST TOO SOFT FOR ALL OF IT (m. fushiguro)
a/n: me making up medical shit LMFAO, repressed and emotionally constipated megumi, deadbeat dad t*ji, slight mentions and undertones of toxic masculinity
Lâs MIDNIGHTS EVENT!
Since he was four years old and still growing into his long-sleeved sweaters, Megumi has learned to heal his own wounds or almost die trying.
A routine that he now knows like the back of his hand, he'd returned from his latest mission with weeping cuts and exhaustion clear beneath his eyes, making a point to stop at the medical closet before returning to his dorm. With Shoko's workday over, he makes a mental note to visit her first thing in the morning when he wakes.Â
He can make it through the night, he always does. Because Megumi is a thinker. He plans until he can't and covers all bases for when they're stolen. He gets by.Â
What he didn't take into account was potentially running into you, of all people. Dormitory halls barren and almost eerie, he nearly curses himself for brushing shoulders as you turn the corner on the way back to your own room.Â
Your timing has always been wrong, or maybe it's right and Megumi can't differentiate between the two.Â
And now he's here, on the creaky wooden floor of the medicinal closet, with you kneeling beside him and prodding at his injuries with tender wrists.Â
Never one to be good with idle hands, Megumi fidgets and tries to brush at the dried blood on his shoulder. The action has both of you hissingâhim in a jolt of pain and you in reaction to his hurt.Â
"Don't touch it," your voice falters to be stern, still coming out so gently. Megumi thinks about the irony of thatâof how you can't even be sharp if you tried. You're too gentle, too soft to even sound hard momentarily.Â
Humiliated at the mere idea of doing nothing, at needing help, he shakily exhales and returns his attention to the floor.Â
When the damp cotton pad in your hand touches a bit too deep in one of his cuts, Megumi does his best to save face but can't help the grunt of breath that gets sucked into his lungs.Â
Immediately, he feels you retract from his skin and coo your apologies. Carefully returning your attention to the burning wound, you do your best to soothe him.Â
"Sorry, it's deeper than it looks. Almost over."
Megumi's response is quick and curt, like a cut of its own, "It's fine."
You nod hesitantly before grabbing the bottle of antiseptic and another clean cotton round. The cleaning of his wounds continues in silence, though your thoughts are louder than anything.Â
His injuries vary in size. Some deeper, fresher, than others. Some looking like one-hit victims and others a repeated attack. You do your best to take note of where he's sensitive, where he's hurting the most.Â
When you reach a certain scratch on his bicep, you're able to catch a glimpse of his face. Sweat beading on his forehead and damp hair sticking to his skin, Megumi bites the collar of his uniform to suppress any kind of noise (weakness) from you.Â
When he slips up and lets out a guttural muffled groan, you think you might audibly whimper yourself.Â
"You can yell if you want to," you try to help him in any way you can, "or squeeze my hand orâ"
"I'm fine," Megumi attempts to bark again, but this time is different. It's not cold or sharp like it was last time. You can hear how it shakes against the echos of the closet, how it sounds like the burn of tears building in a sore throat.
And between the pain everywhere he still has feeling and the intimacy of you carefully caressing him, Megumi finds himself tearing up.Â
"Hey," he feels you whisper, attempting to caress his jaw and prompt him to look at you, "hey, you okay?"
He can't find it in himself to answer nor lift his head, so he sniffles like a kicked child and crinkles his nose in disgust at his own pathetic actions.
Megumi is tough, one of the toughest people you know. You've seen him more beat up than this and barely break a sweat. Your head feels light at the realization that something's wrong. He shouldn't be in this much pain from the familiar burning of antiseptic he's felt a dozen times over. Maybe it's from a cursed weapon, or a technique whereâ
A stifled sob cuts you off. Â
Like a glass cracking beneath pressure, you feel something inside you break. No longer caring about cleaning his cuts or avoiding sensitive areas, you can't stop yourself from wrapping around his hunched frame.Â
Megumi's breath hitches as you hold him, feels your hair tickling his neck when you rub his back and whisper.
"I'm sorry, I know, but you're doing so good, okay? And I'm almost doneâ"
"Don't do that," he bites.Â
Assuming he's referring to prodding at a specific wound, you flinch and loosen your grip, "Do what?"
"Talk to me like that," he snarls with a crack, "in thatâvoice."
He feels your head remove its weight from his shoulder slowly, "Why?"
"Because I can'tâ" Megumi's voice almost breaks before he whines, gritting his teeth when he whimpers, "I can't handle it."
And just like that, Megumi is four years old again. He's scraping his knee on the concrete of his front lawn, and a blurry father-shaped figure with dark hair and legs far too tall tells him to be a man. Not being old enough to use the stove without supervision, but still knowing enough to save his cries for his pillow when Tsumiki is snoring and can't overthink his tears. He thinks of Gojoâof the first time he broke down in front of him and was met with whispers of good intent and love that registered in his brain as pity. Humiliation.
He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels your fingertips on his wet cheeks, replacing the stinging of antiseptic with a fluttering and velvety touch.Â
Between sniffled strings of apologies and a few hiccups of words that don't quite make sense, you piece together that Megumi isn't crying because he's in pain. He's crying because he can, because you're helping him in a way he never asked for, let alone known.Â
"I've never...been allowed to, like, feelâ"
"Hey," you're soft again, as if you ever weren't. "I know," fingers delicately brush his sticky eyelashes when you remind him, "but you are now."
"Are what?"
"Allowed," you whisper against his cheek, "to feel however you want when you're around me."
And Megumi doesn't know how you do it. How you remain a light in a world that's constantly doing all it can to kick you while you're down. Maybe you're just naive, so stupidly optimistic that it'll eventually be your own demise. Maybe.
But, Megumi can't find himself to care, because he knows that for as long as he's on this earth, he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to that light of yours.Â
Back to reality and rubbing at his stinging eyes, Megumi softly scoffs. "Y'know, sometimes you look at me with those stupid eyes and I don't know what happens, but I almost feel sick."
Your laughter tastes like water, "I know what you mean. But in a good way though, right?"
"Yeah," he nods, "in a good way."
When Megumi's back finally hits his mattress at an ungodly hour of the morningâsomething he's been dreaming of since he'd left it hours agoâhe's sickeningly sore and his eyes burn with hypersensitivity. He lets himself close his eyes thinking of your hands, the ones that soaked his now scabbing wounds and wiped his watery eyes.Â
Megumi plans, sure, but he never could have prepared for you.Â
#Lâs MIDNIGHTS EVENT!#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi x you#megumi fushiguro x you#megumi angst#megumi fushiguro angst#megumi fluff#megumi fushiguro fluff#megumi fic#megumi fushiguro fic
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
on your own. | part two
part one | part two
youâre strapped to an explosive and left with three minutes to convince spencer to leave you.
pairing :: spencer x fem bau!reader
contents :: general cm themes, mentions/depictions of stalking, kidnapping, death, drug injections (dilaudid), explosives, angst angst angst so much angst
word count :: 3.3k
authorâs note :: it's out!! reader is so mean to spencer in the beginning, but it's all an act, i promise :( please read part one if you havenât already, and let me know what you think!
accompanying song :: as the world caves in by matt maltese
taglist :: @myuhh8, @pleasantwitchgarden, @babyspiderling, @kitty-kei, @delusional-4-fake-people, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @themindofmoe
can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been? â jodi picoult, nineteen minutes
his voice instantly fills the deep chasm in your heart.
the woman you were â a soul eager to give and receive love â died a year ago. lynne davis replaced your smile with the expression of a self-loathing woman, fed you with humiliation instead of warmth, and made you forget the taste of human companionship. you watched yourself fall apart more and more with each passing day and you never grieved your own loss, for you didnât have the time.
so when spencer finds you in your wrecked state, slick strands of hair sticking to your forehead and the cuts on your face begging for urgent attention with their swelling undertones of red, you instantly put your head down. hearing your name stings your skin with humiliation and trepidation.
you curse under your breath. your cap wasnât on your head anymore, so there was no shadow under which you could hide your eyes. there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nowhere to fake. you were like a deer caught in his headlights, or like a rabbit caught in his bear trap, the shame swallowing you whole. maybe this was all karma coming to bite you in the back, its teeth sinking into your flesh so you would go cold in front of the one you once loved so selflessly.
still looking at the rocky asphalt floor, you contemplate whether you should make a run for it. for some reason, being chased down to the ground sounds more welcoming than being chased down with his words. you already knew a confession wouldnât make up for your treason. so you turn and walk with heavy steps, steps weighed down with fear.
but spencer wasnât willing to sit in silence for eternity. he felt a burning sensation crawl through his skin. all these months he was mourning your loss with the regret of washing the same hands that touched you. he relived your absence every day like a haunting crime, cursing his photographic memory for detailing every inch of your face as he ripped through your flesh in his imagination. he was hungry for answers.
his wide strides follow yours as the splitting sounds of the asphalt crunching under his shoes echo in your eardrums. each step pulls at the strings of your heart like a violent demand. crunch. say youâre sorry. crunch. say youâre sorry. crunch. say youâre sorry.
ây/n, wait.âÂ
you donât stop. the air hits your tongue like bitter regret and sour ignorance.
âplease!âÂ
the desperation in his voice knocks the wind out of you. hesitantly, you turn around.
you know he can smell the blood on you, the dirt rubbed into your wounds, and the grime stuck to your sweat. you clench your fist. youâve seen this ending in your dreams so many times, where he lashes out at you with his boiling rage, and you listen because thatâs the only justice you deserve. but you didnât expect it to come so soon.
âyou⊠youâre okay,â he says with a feathery voice, and his softness feels unintentionally cruel. why is he talking to you like that?
and why is he looking at you like that? you donât deserve to be looked at with his puppy eyes, glossy with concern for you.Â
why isnât he yelling at you like a man seeking revenge, or glaring at you with monstrous rage?
your tone, by contrast, is icy and dark. âyeah, i⊠i am. you didnât have to come looking for me.âÂ
âyour stalker. what happened to him?â he ignores your statement and his cavernous eyes dig deeper into your gaze.
so he knew. you suck in a breath slowly as you grit your teeth.
âheâs down. i got him in the leg.â
a minute into a conversation thatâs overdue by a year, and youâre already lying. but youâre so preoccupied with the thoughts of getting out of this helpless situation, you donât realize how youâre putting down your defense.
he narrows his eyes as he studies your face. you hate when he does this, because you donât know the thoughts heâs stirring in his head.Â
after a second, he pipes up with a desperate roughness in his voice. âwe need to get you to the hospital, i-iâll let them know right now. let us help you.â
the urge to yell out no dances on your lips dangerously. you will not bring the others into this, especially not the rest of the bau. sensing the danger of his implication, you realize itâs now or never.
âthereâs no need. iâm fine. i⊠really need to get going now.âÂ
you wish to say goodbye, just this once, but the hesitation thatâs latched onto you since last year isnât so easy to get rid of.
he scoffs and you think you see his hazel eyes flash with a speck of red. âyeah, just go and leave me, itâs not like youâve done this before, right?â
your toes curl and dig into the foam of your shoes. his stare bores straight into your soul.
he doesn't give you a chance to reply. âall of our lives were in your hands. you didnât think we had the right to know?â
his question sweeps your breath away. you wish he never asked. emotion cascades over you like a crumbling rock, and you can practically hear his rage gnawing at whatever patience was left in his body.Â
âi just⊠i was never meant to make it this far,â you whisper quietly, so faintly you ponder for a brief moment if your voice is even audible. a penitent expression paints your face as you look away.
your response is the last straw.
spencer decides to wear you down to oblivion.
âyou were never meant to make it this far? i didnât leave my room for three weeks. for three weeks, y/n, i had to find a reason to stay alive!â
his icy tone impales your heart, and itâs a thousand times more painful than the needle your stalker pricked you with. but he doesnât stop there.
âiâll be honest with you because you canât. i hated myself, y/n! did anything we ever talk about leave any impression on you? because the day you walked out of my life, just like my dad did, it really made me think that maybe everyone i loved was out to ruin me!â he throws fiery jabs with his words, each hitting harder than before.
with a crack in his voice, he adds, âi thought it was something i did that made you turn against me.â
a whimper threatens to leave your mouth.Â
a choking cry sounds as he spills more heart-wrenching words. âi couldnât pinpoint what it was, so i⊠i injected myself again so i could feel something. so i could feel sorry. itâs nothing you would care about, though.â he wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve, his chest heaving with shuddering exhales.Â
you feel so stupid, so cruel, so god damned fucking stupid. his words tear your gut like it's a punching bag, knocking you down and throwing you around until youâre bruised to the bone. even the sun turns its warmth away from you, shunning you by making you face the shade. you stand like a lifeless doll, feeling your jaw clench as you bite down on the inside of your cheeks because the agony is too much to bear.Â
for a year, you had to withhold yourself from running back to the office, to collapse into spencerâs arms. now that you were face-to-face with him, you couldnât even look him in the eye to say you missed him.
âyouâre right. iâm sorry that i couldnât care. i donât trust you, reid.âÂ
you shock yourself with the words that come out of your own mouth, and it feels like your bodyâs being controlled by someone else. the worst part, itâs not that he wouldnât understand if you tried to explain. rather, itâs that you simply donât have the time to explain. you couldnât afford to toy with the idea of death when it was grabbing you right by the feet.Â
âyouâre lying.â his quiet voice ruffles the hairs on your neck, and you can almost feel the ghost of his hands brush your face.Â
you certainly are. your shaking shoulders, your reddening cheeks, your watering eyes. your twitching lips, your sniffling nose, your sweating upper lip. the forced prolonged eye contact. after a year of not seeing each other, you wish he wouldâve forgotten the behavioral markers that were your dead giveaway. but you couldnât fool anyone with an eidetic memory.
with the outward shame crawling to your cheeks with a burning flame, your hands instinctively reach to touch the back of your neck. you stop when you feel a wire peeking from under your jacket collar.
shit.
âwhat is that?â spencerâs voice quavers with disturbed curiosity as he lowers his head to get a better view of your clothed neck.
you try to mask the wire by turning to the side ever so slightly, but spencer never fails to let a single detail slip past his attention. heâs already making steps towards you, and you take several of your own backwards, waving your hands.
âstop. donât come any closer. donât!â you yell, frantically shaking your head as you hold your arms up to try and bar him from coming any closer.
but he doesnât listen.
he grabs both of your hands with one of his, overtaking your arms with such force you worry that heâs going to tear your limbs out, and unzips your jacket.
the last of your hope splinters like a glass vial.
a tear slides from your bottom eyelid, and you watch helplessly as it drops and trickles down along the vein of his arm. you hang your head low, afraid to look into his eyes.
but youâre forced to anyway, because the timer for the bomb on your chest activates with a beep, startling the both of you.
2:59.
âfuck. y/n, youâŠâ the harshness of his voice scathes your already-wounded heart.
you shake your head, the darkness closing in as you fight to keep a steady breath.
âi need you to leave right now, spencer reid,â you beg with the words of a desperate plea.
âno,â he responds sternly, a glare splitting your walls with such anger you clamp your mouth shut.Â
he forces the jacket off of you and turns you around to get a better view of the electrical components. he reaches for his phone, but you grasp his arm before he can call for a bomb squad.
âdonât bother. we donât have time.â
and your coverâs blown. the moment you say we, you know youâve made a fatal blunder. if you really didnât care, you wouldâve let him dial the number.
he knows you care deep down, despite your abrasive words.Â
âfour wires, red, white, blue, and yellow,â he begins, and you know your denouement is set in stone.Â
2:40.Â
âif we cut the wire or fuse connecting the trigger and the explosives then weâll have a chance at disarming the bomb. we still need to account for the possibility of a secondary trigger or the existence of several detonators, as well as if thereâs a trigger mechanism that monitors when theyâre being cut.â you canât tell if heâs trying to comfort you while he starts his inchoate examination or if heâs trying to comfort himself. maybe itâs both.
âspencer, iâm begging you, please. go,â you say as you try to move away again, but he backs you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. he grips you even tighter, nails digging into your skin. it hurts like scalding pain.
youâre dying for him to stop trying.Â
the kid inside of you cries a bitter symphony of hot, painful thoughts. you donât want to die, not when you have decades ahead of you to redeem yourself. but you reason that you donât deserve a good ending, and that spencer is the only one that should come out of this alive.Â
but then again, survivorâs guilt is a dastardly power.
2:15.Â
âspencer, please. itâs my last wish.â
he looks at you for a brief moment, locking his gaze with yours. heâs so close to you yet feels so far.Â
âl-look. i need you to let me concentrate,â spencer says shakingly, lightly tracing his fingers along the blasting cap. your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and you forget how to exhale.
1:59.Â
sweat trickles from your forehead, and you donât dare move to wipe it. you hear his elevated breaths and watch as a concentrated expression overtakes his face.Â
you close your eyes.
you hear the bickering chirps of the birds in the distance, the sounds of construction as steel clashes against steel, and the faint laughter of women ringing out like freedom.
itâs a beautiful rhapsody to listen to when youâre dying in the subtlety.
1:30.Â
you open your eyes. in a stupor of fatigue, you decide to apologize.
âiâm so sorry, spence, iâm so sorry.â
it feels pathetic to say it now.
âiâm such a coward,â you cry, and you carry the blame with your fingers as you try to release his grip on your arm one last time.
1:15.Â
âd-donât. say. that.â the tears are now streaking down spencerâs face, merging at his chin and dropping like raindrops to the floor.
âyou need to leave,â you croak out, biting back a bitter sob as he tries to look at the device harnessed around your chest again.
âplease,â you try once more.
âiâm never leaving you.â his hushed voice cracks and slaps against your eardrums like whiplash.
0:59.Â
âi never stopped trying to reach for you, y/n.â he breaks the brief silence like waves crashing against the coastline.
âyou didn't say goodbye and a part of me thought you were coming back,â he continues, and you break down, the words gutting you like a brutal kick to your stomach. the waves relentlessly lap, rumbling deep in your shredded horizon.Â
âi⊠encountered your article in the news journal by chance,â he reveals, and your heart plummets even further.
of course. how naive of you. how could you forget that he was subscribed to every news journal, when you knew he read the news columns and the advertisements every day? you should've known you would fall straight into his hands.
âall of the linguistic features screamed that it was you. you⊠never moved up to new york.â
a hiccup leaves your chest between gasps.
âi confirmed it was you by asking garcia to cross-check every writersâ name and id in the database.â his knuckles are white, and the vapor from his breath fogs the silver metal of the device.
âi went to every managing editorâs residence to ask if they knew anything about you,â he huffs and you hear a click as the glass shard heâs using as a makeshift knife saws through something. you donât look down.
0:20.Â
âi eventually came across the right person, because she gave me your email address. i sent you that email 48 days ago regarding your article, the hygiene hypothesis as an explanation for the increased rates of allergic disorders.â
âthatâ that was you?â a breathless whisper escapes your lips as disbelief tangles your thoughts.
you remember the email as clear as day. it was the only email that complimented your style of writing among the crowded stash of spam mails, and you starred it so you could look back at it any time. to think that spencer would never reach out to you online because he hated electronic correspondence made you completely overlook the option in the first place.
but did it matter? knowing this or knowing that couldnât change your fate â and because you couldnât even convince the man you abandoned a year ago to leave you, you were bringing him down with you.
0:10.Â
you sigh.
what a shameful ending, to seal your fate in the arms of someone who never deserved to share your pain. what a terrible ending, to have just three minutes to let the world know your time is up. and what a regrettable ending, because even after losing everything you ever had, your stalkerâs still forcing you to reap what you sowed.
if it makes you feel better, spencer, i've lived with regret every day since i left you.
if it makes you feel better, spencer, maybe in an alternate universe you and i never met.Â
if it makes you feel better, spencer, you wonât ever see me again.
theyâre all fragments of an apology left unsaid.
âwhy did you go through all of this⊠after everything?â you ask.
you don't expect an answer.
you let your hand fall to the ground because you donât deserve to hold his.
0:03.Â
0:02.Â
0:01.Â
ââ
âbecause i needed to hear you say it to my face,â a shaking voice pulses from your right ear.Â
it sounds too real to assume that youâre in heaven.
you open your eyes. spencerâs eyes are already fixed onto yours, radiant under the sun's golden rays. they're almost blinding.
you look down at the timer.
itâs frozen at 0:01.
a quivering exhale leaves your mouth, and you let out a painfully scratchy sob. spencerâs hands lie pressed against the wall right above your shoulders, and his hot breath fans over your neck as he leans over you. his mop of hair lightly brushes against your skin, and goosebumps scale down your body as you catch your breath.
you then feel him tear the explosive vest away from your body, the sounds of velcro crisp against the still air.Â
you donât even ask how he did it. heâs alive, youâre alive, and thatâs the only thing that matters.
a million thoughts buzz in your head, and you donât know what to say, so you just breathe out his name with panting breaths.Â
âyou didnât have a choice.â spencer gives you a sorrowful smile, and his words seem to absolve you of all of your mistakes.
with an angelic stare, he takes in the sight of you. every tear, every eyelash damp with your sweat, every crack in your dried lips.
âplease donât ever leave again, y/n. i donât want to lose you.â he says beseechingly, his face peppered with glimmering tears. the sentence burns your tenderest flesh.
âi wonât, i promise,â you whisper hoarsely, and the two of you fall to the ground slowly, taking in each otherâs hold for the first time in a long time.
as you hear the sirens sound in the distance, you let yourself succumb to spencerâs grasp and whisper a hundred thank you's against his chest.Â
how beautiful, the way your heart beats in unison with his as he murmurs words of abounding love and warmth, the way his arms press against your convulsing muscles to summon comfort, and the way you donïżœïżœt even have to say a word for him to understand.
because in every universe, spencer will fight everything and everyone to extinguish death from your sight, even when you have nothing to return.Â
#spencer reid#spencer reid angst#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fanfic#matthew gray gubler#dr spencer reid#bau!reader
882 notes
·
View notes
Text
"ê±áŽáŽÊ ᎥÉȘáŽÊ áŽáŽ" âš áŽÉŽÉąê±áŽ Ꭵ/ áŽÊᎠáŽáŽáŽÊáŽáŽ ÊáŽÊê±
i know i was like just hornyposting and all buuuut i've had such a rough couple of days and everythings really building up. figure i'd sit down and write out my favorite "prompt". hurt/comfort... without the hurt, i guess. too hurt to write the hurt :P. essentially what the boys would do when your feeling down and ask to stay with em, of course. is this what im calling the boys now? yes. its MY fic and MY comfort, i get to choose the silly little name for my boyfriends.
cw: gn reader, angsty undertone, comfort, just fluff, bonus characters!, not proofread
⯠Liu Kang
You do not even need to speak. Liu Kang can see it. You are hurt, near breaking. You trail behind him all day, head down. You actively seek his touch, small things, reaching for his hand, brushing your fingers against his bicep. You are afraid to say it, and yet, he knows.
That night, before he leaves your room to attend to his duties as Earthrealm's protector, you finally speak up. Those three simple words, so quiet, so soft. He does not hesitate to turn around. He is logical, he likes to think, but you pull him in. Within moments, he is in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you firmly. He presses his forehead against your cheek, and whispers,
"I will not leave you, my dear, I am here. Forevermore."
⯠Bi-Han
Bi-Han knows you almost better than the back of his hand. However, he prefers to let you wallow in peace. He is afraid of pushing past your boundaries, and as such, he is far more distant. Yet, he worries. He worries with his whole heart. However, he cannot let it show. So he is as cold as ever, in front of the Lin Kuei. Strong, vigilant, unyielding.
Tonight, he does not let you go. He misses you so, and you have no need to tell him what you need. It is tender. He pulls you on top of him, holding you close by the waist. And yet, you still speak. And he listens. His gaze softens, tremendously. He looks as if he may be on the verge of tears. His voice steady, as he speaks, yet his face betrays his tone,
"There is no possibility of leaving you, no, not even in death."
⯠Kuai Liang
Kuai does not know what ails you- but he must. He must know. You have done well to shy away from him, but he is hot on your trail. He knows that hollow look, devoid of emotion, too afraid to show any. Because if you show one, you show all. He does not smother you, no, but he does question you.
The questions stop at night. It is quiet. He is afraid of pushing you further. So Kuai Liang leaves you alone in the bed, with one last kiss on your forehead. Yet, he stands in the doorway. He waits. You speak. And he listens. All you say is one word. He retreats back in bed with you, pushing you closer to his neck. He runs his hands through your hair, calming you down. To still your beating heart. And he speaks with conviction,
"I am here, as long as you need, forever, if you so wish, my love."
⯠Johnny Cage
Perhaps, Johnny is too much for you recently. And that's okay! He knows his limits. Yet, he finds himself seeking you out. He misses your warmth, your smile, you. He knows that he can be loud, that he can be a lot. And he's always given you space. Yet that look you hold, it is miserable. And he knows exactly what you feel. He follows you around, as if a lost dog, the entire day. He wants you to have space, but he wants you to say those words.
And you do, that night. Finally, those words escape your lips. Just what Johnny wanted to hear. He's got you wrapped up in the blankets, pulling you up into his chest. His hand rests on the back of your head, gently rubbing his thumb into your hair. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and whispers, gently, almost out of character,
"It's alright, sweetheart, I'm not leaving, not tonight, not tomorrow, not anytime."
⯠Kenshi Takahashi
You cannot hide that sinking pain within your heart, Kenshi can hear the melancholy dripping within your words. He can hear it in your breath, your actions. How your footsteps drag, how slow you walk. He can see it, too, do not be fooled. You stay close, unnecessarily close, you look up at him with such heavy eyes, you stay quiet. He knows. He is waiting for you to act on it, to act on the voice he hears at the very edge of his mind. He is a telepath, you must remember.
And so, when you speak your mind finally, he is all too eager to make sure you know he won't leave. He pulls you up onto his chest, his heartbeat even, soft, and regular. The moment is tender, and he lets your words hang in the air. Silence covers you two like a blanket, comforting. And finally, as he runs his hand down your sides, squeezing your waist gently, he speaks,
"Do not be afraid to tell me what you want, my heart. I will stay close, I will stay."
⯠Kung Lao
Kung Lao does not need words to stay by you. Night and day. He is glued to your side, trying to cheer you up with his charm. He does not give you enough room to sulk. He's dragging you along with him, even if it's something as simple as watching him train. To keep you at ease, to put a smile on your face. He is making sure everything he does has that effect.
Yet, you still ask him to stay when night comes. He does not deny it, and he pushes himself closer. As if you were not in his arms already. But he makes sure you know he heard you, he squeezes you, and lets out a soft sigh. There is nothing that will take him away from you, and you must know,
"I won't. Nope, not even tomorrow. I'm here as long as you want me here."
⯠Raiden
You cannot keep Raiden away from you. The minute your expression is somber, he is following close behind you. He does not ask, or interrogate you. But he follows. He is on the lookout for any sort of thing that could have stolen his light from him. What has gotten to you, what dares rip the spark of his life from you? He does not know how to ask you, he is afraid that perhaps it is him.
But it is not. Your hand pulls him back to you by his wrist as you speak. And he obliges. He does not know what has made you feel this way, but he does know, that maybe even this one night will be enough to bring your smile back. He will stay here, as long as you need, as long as he needs. And he makes it known,
"Oh, my light, nothing can keep me away from you."
⯠Zeffeero
Zeffeero is on you the minute your face so much as drops. Perhaps he is a stubborn lover, too prideful to admit that he cares deeply for you. But he cannot handle loosing your presence, his sunshine. He wants your attention, but does not say so outright. He will do that little thing with the water manipulation and the shapes to amuse you... without you asking. And when that does not bring the smile back to your face, he does not know what else to do.
His heart near stops when you tell him to stay that night. He feels so stupid to have skipped over that part. But he accepts. He tries to show restraint, however he is by you within a matter of seconds. He places a kiss on your jaw, before hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around you, keeping you close. Just as he wanted to the entire day, and he finally speaks,
"Do not scare me so, my dear. I want to keep you safe, and I'll stay until you no longer want me by your side."
⯠Tomas Vrbada
Your distance is noticeable. However, Tomas does not act upon it. He believes that you need the space you have put between you and him and everyone else. So he does not question it. However, there is a void where you once were. His world fills with the same emptiness and sorrow you felt at your absence. He cannot help but seek you out in the final hours of the dawn. He is afraid, once more. He does not want to pressure you, so he turns his back to you.
You surprise him with your words, he near spins on his heels, a wide and beautiful grin gracing his face. He makes no effort to hide this. His happiness, his light has asked him to stay, and he would be a fool to deny them such a request. He practically throws himself back onto the bed, and wraps his big arms around you. He presses his forehead against yours, and holds your gaze. He speaks, quietly, softly, and you can even hear his smile in his voice,
"I am here for you, DrahouĆĄek. I always will be. Do not be afraid to come to me."
⯠Baraka
Oh, how Baraka feared this day would come. You have turned your back to him, the air around you rife with despair. He is not afraid that you suddenly dislike him. He is afraid of loosing your positivity. One of the very few things he has held onto because of his affliction. You make him forget all that is bad within this world, within him. And now, there is an absence. He does not know what to do.
But that night, you guide him. Through his own sulking, your words pull him away. Yes. He will gladly stay. If that is what you want. If that is what it takes. He keeps his distance, still. He will always be afraid of his infection spreading. But he sleeps in the same room. And just before you drift off into sleep, you hear him,
"I cannot lose you. Please, tell me when, and I will be there."
⯠Geras
Geras has reason to believe the reason you have pulled away from him is because of his absence. Because of him. Human emotions are a strange thing, they are intricate, even more so than the dozens of timelines he has watched over. Oh so suddenly, you are turned away from him, too caught up within your own thoughts to voice what has been troubling you. Perhaps it is the fact that he does not have nearly enough time for you. That is the answer he settles on.
Before he can leave you that night, your pleas make him stop. They make him understand, even for a second. He was so sure you were asleep. And yet, you are awake, asking him to stay. He is unsure what to do. But, he must give his love what they want. What they deserve. So, he leans in, and places a gentle kiss on your cheek. His words follow soon after,
"I will always be here, my duty is important, but so are you. Know this, I am always watching over you."
⯠Syzoth
You've ran off. And Syztoh does not know what to do with himself. He paces, he fidgets, he waits. He must see you again. But you were so hurt beforehand, and he does not know why. You have withdrawn into yourself, without a word. And Syzoth does not know how to comfort you. He knows you are feeling down, horrible even. Yet, he feels as if he has ran you off. His insecurities well up within his mind as he waits. And waits.
And the time comes where you ask him, you reach for him. Your voice quivers. Oh my, how could he have let this happen. He pulls you in, almost bringing you down to the ground. He wraps himself around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His nerves calm, in that moment. Muffled, he speaks, his words true and clear, if not a little shaky,
"I waited, my love, and I will stay. I will always be here. Every moment, every moment you need me."
⯠Havik
Havik is apprehensive. He does not quite understand what to do in this situation. With you, his lover, in front of him, a mess, voice hoarse, your emotions addle your mind. He looks at you dumbfounded. He reaches for you, but his hand does not meet your shoulder. Now, you feel as if you are miles away from him. Space. That is what he understands, now.
But, the space he has given you is broken that night. You find him in bed, intertwining his fingers with yours. His scarred flesh does not scare you, as much would believe. His eyes are warm, peaceful for once. The words are on the tip of your tongue, yet you do not need to speak. Havik answers, regardless,
"Finally. Do not run from me like that again, I do not mean to leave you alone."
⯠Shao Kahn
To return home, where you are not waiting for Shao in the kitchen, it is a nightmare. The worst is the first thing that runs through his mind. You are lost, perhaps. Taken. But he finds you, safe and well. Back to him, on the edge of the bed. He does not speak, but he lets his presence be known. He lays down on the bed, facing you, and simply watches.
Until it is time for you to speak, you look at him with such sad eyes. He is there. You do not have to ask, for you know the answer. But you ask, anyways. Shao simply reaches a hand out to you, and pulls you back in bed gently. Tonight, he can. Maybe not tomorrow morning, but tonight, he can. And he will,
"I will always stay by your side. I am here to keep you safe, do not forget it."
⯠Shang Tsung
Shang Tsung pampers you, right out of the gate. He hates to see you like this, so sullen, so quiet. It is his goal to pull you out of this feeling. Even if it hurts his wallet. And yet, it seems his plan falls short. He is disheartened, to say the least. Perhaps he might sulk, as well. But he doesn't, or he tries not to, anyways. He simply follows you around, now. Trying to lift your spirits.
And that only comes when night falls, nestled underneath the covers. Shang Tsung is still close. Extremely close. Yet, you can't help but ask, regardless. And he listens. He chuckles softly, and pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. For a moment, he stares into your eyes, rolling your words over in his mind. His tone is sly, but his words are, for once, kind,
"There you are, my darling. Of course I'll stay. Who would I be if I didn't? I'll stay forever, if I must."
⯠Reiko
Reiko wants to be soft with you, and yet, he can't find a way through to you in this moment. He does not understand why you've withdrawn from him. Why you are so somber. He decides that it is space you need, not him. So, he gives you exactly what he believes. Yet, he still keeps an eye on you. He wants to make sure you are safe, regardless. Even as you sulk.
You find him once more at the end of the day, laying in bed. The idea of him, of Reiko, relaxing, seems so odd. Yet, he is lounging. He is waiting. So you speak, and all he can do is look at you. He gestures towards the bed, and you do so. Laying down, he holds you close. Properly. His arms wrapped around the small of your back, your forehead against his chin. And he speaks, finally,
"If I am to say no, then I would rather be decapitated by General Shao himself. Do not ever hesitate to ask, you know I will."
⯠Erron Black
Outlawin' and Gunslingin' is a hard trade. What's even harder is making sure you are happy. And now, you are pulling yourself away from Erron. This mood you're in... he's going to get you to snap out of it, dammit. And he tries. He tries real damn hard. He flaunts off his skills, just how quick and precise he can fan the hammer, maybe take down some poor bird from the sky. Yet, you still look at him, devoid of emotion.
Erron has all but given up until you find him in the bed that night. Somehow, you look more of a mess then before. And he just can't forgive himself for it. Yet, you still ask. He's dumbfounded, really. He doesn't know what to say. But, his body knows what to do. Absentmindedly, he pulls you into the bed by your hand. He keeps you close, yet still leaves distance between your bodies. His hand finds your cheek and caresses it with his thumb. Finally, he's found his words, and so he speaks, for you,
"Ya ain't gotta worry about me leavin', pumpkin. I'll stay riiiiiiight here, long as ya need."
⯠Takeda Takahashi
You're quiet. You're so damn quiet and it's almost irritating for Takeda. He can't get to you, he can't break through this heavy, melancholy air around you. He's following you around, regardless. He's going to find out why you're acting like this, and if it's because of someone, he won't mind sweating a little. But it isn't. It isn't cause of anyone, it isn't cause of him. It's cause of you. And now, he truly doesn't know what to do. So he backs off.
Until you find him once more, seeking his attention. His touch. His comfort. Takeda doesn't deny this, as you slink into bed, behind him. You tap him on the shoulder gently, and he turns his head back to you. Before he can speak, you ask. The lightbulb goes off in Takeda's head, and suddenly, he feels horrible. You didn't need him following you around like a bodyguard all day, nor did you need the bombardment of questions. You simply needed him. So, he responds,
"Don't scare me like that, dammit. Of course I'll stay, but just... yeah, yeah. I'll stay."
© freyito, 2023 | masterlist | queue | kofi DO NOT REPOST AS YOUR OWN OR USE FOR AI/AI CHATBOTS.
#*à©â© freyito#mortal kombat 1 x reader#mortal kombat x reader#smoke x reader#tomas vrbada x reader#kuai liang x reader#scorpion x reader#sub zero x reader#bi-han x reader#liu kang x reader#johnny cage x reader#kenshi takahashi x reader#kung lao x reader#raiden x reader#rain x reader#zeffeero x reader#baraka x reader#geras x reader#syzoth x reader#reptile x reader#havik x reader#shao kahn x reader#shang tsung x reader#reiko x reader#erron black x reader#takeda takahashi x reader#mortal kombat 11 x reader#mortal kombat 10 x reader#mkx x reader#mk11 x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 8 continuation of your little date, I hope you enjoy! Also haven't proofread it because I didn't want to make you all wait another week for it. Sorry. You're welcome to point out errors to me. English words were hard this time, sorry if some of it is redundant. Part 7 | COD Masterlist | Part 9
Simon watches you from the corner of his eyes while you two walk alongside each other through the park. Youâre tossing a ball for Wraith and the guard dog basically turned into an overgrown puppy at the sight of the toy.
Itâs gotten late and after you spent the entire afternoon in the CafĂ© talking, Wraith needed a walk. Instead of saying goodbye you invited Simon to tag along. Thatâs a win, right? Itâs a big step. You voluntarily decided to spend more time with him and Simon can feel himself vibrate with excitement.
âSo an ex-soldier. What exactly did you do?â, you ask him while you toss Wraithâs ball for the thousandth time. You turn your pretty face towards him and he meets your eyes, puts his hands into his pockets and slightly shrugs his shoulders.
âSpec Ops.â, is his simple answer and you furrow your brows.
âSpe- what?â The confusion in your voice is adorable and Simon balls his fists, stuffs them deeper into his pockets so he doesnât do something stupid (like pull you in and kiss you breathless).
âSpecial Operations. We werenât really deployed somewhere permanently, instead they sent us wherever we were needed. Lots of stuff I am not allowed to talk about.â, he explains and wonders if youâll be scared of him again.
When he looks at you, your eyes are wide. âOh.â, you mutter and seem to think hard. It grows quiet for a minute and a small smile finds its way onto Simonâs lips. Youâre chewing your lips again, seemingly troubled and who the fuck allowed you to look so adorable doing that.
âWhat is it, sweetheart.â, he asks, his voice warm and soft. He really hopes you canât hear the lovesick undertone.
âI donât know what Iâm allowed to ask.â, you explain and grin self-conscious. He wants to lick the awkwardness off your lips (whoa okay, he really needs to get his thoughts in check).
Instead of doing that like a total creep, he tells you: âYou can ask whatever you want, sweetheart. Weâll see what I can answer.â
You nod and think again. So far you havenât protested his continued use of petnames. He enjoys it, enjoys claiming you with words in a subtle way. The only thing heâd enjoy even more would be you claiming him back. With words, marks, a collar, anything as long as he gets to be yours.
By now youâre walking closely besides him, and every now and then your arms brush against each other. It sends a shock up his arm every time, makes his neck tingle and his jaw clench in an effort to hold back, to not overwhelm you. The last thing he wants is to fuck up with you. As much as he wants to hold you heâd rather endure torture again than make you uncomfortable by coming on too strong.
âWhy did you retire?â, you finally ask. âYou donât have to answer if youâd rather not!â, you immediately add in the same breath and Simon chuckles a bit at that.
The way youâre glancing at him seems nervous. Itâs oddly endearing, like youâre nervous of misstepping with him. He quite enjoys that look on your face. Making you nervous in a way that doesnât stem from fear is weirdly thrilling and he wants to keep doing it (would you be nervous if he pushed you up against a tree? If he used his height to his advantage and had you at his mercy? Would you be nervous if you had him at your mercy? God, he wants to be at your mercy).
ââs alright, sweets. Had a mission that went south, canât really go into details. After that they set us up with a comfortable new life and told us to start over.â He can see the curiousness plain as day in your eyes and he wants to kick the officials whoâre keeping him from just telling you everything.
Maybe someday heâll do it anyway. Fuck if anyone can dictate him what to talk about. Heâll definitely tell you someday. Once heâs yours and sure you wonât run from him for revealing his past.
You cock your head at that. âCan you tell me about your team?â, you ask instead of prying and he could kiss you for that alone (heâs not sure he could have denied you, had you asked with your sweet voice and big curious eyes).
He nods at you and your face practically lights up with a big smile at the opportunity to finally get more info. Heâs tempted to tell you every single confidential thing he knows, just to see you light up like that again.
âThe lads are all in town. Weâre four. Johnny, the fucker, owns a bakery. Flirts with everyone that comes in. People dig the accent.â, he begins and you perk up.
âAccent? Itâs not the Scottish one, is it? What was his nameâŠâ, you seem to wrack your brain for it. âMacâŠ. MacâŠâ
âMacTavish.â, Simon supplies and you beam at him.
âI know that guy! His bread is to die for.â, you claim and Simon canât really tell you that he already knows you frequent his friends bakery (he might have seen you there when he went to visit Johnny at work; might have worked out the times you go to Johnnyâs and visited him more often around that time).
âHe seems really nice butâŠâ, you trail off and when you donât continue Simon gently nudges you with his elbow to go on (you don't seem bothered by the contact, and he's surprised by himself for daring to do that so casually), curious what you might have to say about Johnny. You hesitate.
âGo on, sweetheart.â, he urges gently.
 â⊠he kinda intimidates me.â, you finally admit and suddenly Simon is grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Johnny intimidates you. Who would have ever guessed.
Johnny, who only recently teased him that âthe cutieâ would never warm up to him because of his scary mask, intimidates you. Yet scary Simon is the one youâre taking a stroll in the park with. He desperately wants to rub it in Johnnyâs face.
âDonât tell your friend about it, but I canât ever seem to remember his name. My friends and I refer to him as MacFlurry.â, you add, blushing but grinning mischievously.
Simon stares at you for a second and he can see the smile slowly drop and the apology forming on your lips when he starts laughing. He clutches his ribs, doubling over. Oh heâs gonna have so much fun with this information.
After a few seconds your laughter joins his as youâre helplessly giggling along, his booming laughter infectious.
âThatâŠâ, he laughs. âThatâs great. Fucking MacFlurry.â He practically wheezes in laughter. Shit, he wants to marry you. Right here, right now.
Your giggle is beautiful and slightly bashful. Simon wishes he could catch it in a jar so he might listen to the heavenly sound again and again.
Finally he catches his breath and straightens up a bit, his eyes are twinkling, creases all around them from smiling so widely. He wants to tug you in close and thank you for existing.
âYou know, sweetheart, I could always introduce you to MacFlurry and the others. Weâre meeting up this evening. Wanna tag along?â, he blurts out before he can reconsider and your eyes grow wide and alarmed.
#the sewer writes#simon riley x reader#butcher!simon x gn!reader#butcher!simon x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#cod x reader
443 notes
·
View notes
Note
You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell
YES⊠HA HA HA⊠YES!
GGGOD I WISH I WASNâT OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but iâve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.
okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if youâre familiar with the childrenâs hospital color theory post, that poster wasnât actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also itâs incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context itâs used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).
color theory is also a special interest of mine but iâm not gonna touch on it too much here because itâs not entirely important. mmmaybe another timeâŠ
essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors donât exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when itâs, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.
or for a less Childrenâs Hospital Themed example, iâll put my euphrasie and king designs here!
(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how theyâre perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)
and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! iâm about to get real fucking normal.
iâm gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because itâs the one thatâs most relevant to my art (and also itâs really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! itâs neat stuff!!
also, if youâre familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with redâs general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!
(there is also redâs association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity iâm sorry. weâd be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)
and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when iâm not drawing food. while i donât tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??
(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)
admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but itâs interesting for me to think about!!
this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! iâm not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if thereâs any confusing terms here iâm fine with adding stuff for clarity!
wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.
tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but youâve gotta pay attention to the context in which itâs being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your childrenâs hospital.
#marshtalkin#<- and by god did i TALK.#hhholy fuck how long is this. im so sorry i thought this was gonna be WAY shorter#admittedly i only realized colors were a special interest. fairly recently?#i genuinely didnât consider that most artists probably donât spend hours pacing around thinking about color symbolism#<- god donât even get me started on color symbolism in my designs iâm so fucking normal#âŠdo i even tag this as isat?? i mean i know i have to tag spoilers anyways#because of euphrasie#but this is mostly a post about color psychology even if iâm using my isat art as examples#aaaa whatever#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#color theory#color psychology#asks#also actually as a sidenote. sometimes color psychology is called a subsection of color theory?#but generally when someone is talking about color theory theyâre talking about the technical side of things#terminology is weird and confusing unfortunatelyâŠ
192 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ok so, Its my nth time talking about d-16 and orion/megatron and optimus. But LIKE WAIT, apart from the last interaction they share. Okay okay listen so. Apart from spitting out "This isn't over... Prime..." In such a venomous and contemptful way at him, we also have to remember he was not only feeling betrayed just seconds ago at Optimus banishing him, but he also renounced the Primes out of his blind anger prior to Optimus' resurrection. In that moment, they are at their weakest, Megatron more so literally as he limps away, and Optimus as he stands there to ponder on what to do now. What now that he's lost his guidance, his friend since he ever took to the mines, slaving days away for a promised future built around a lie that neither of them could have ever seen coming. But now that they have, the separate ways they now take is only gripping him then and there. Even after a fight to a mere surrender, after victorious over Megatron, his victory feels hollow. He lost so much more than a friend that day.
It hits hard with the contrast of their goodbyes. Megatron is still angered and blinded, confused even but holding it in why Optimus betrayed his vision. He can't understand that its his own selfishness underneath the true intention to break free from the oppression he's experienced for so long that when he finally has the power to change that, he lets it get to his head. And that can be felt in that simple yet tired; "This isn't over... Prime..." He's as angry as he is emotionally hurt by it all. He's hurt and so he wants Optimus to feel the hurt, its a twisted way of him calling out to what they once shared, to tell Orion he's doing something stupid again under all that harsh wording. He's distanced himself from the bot he once knew, Orion. The one who was so great and nerdy, so curious about their past. The one he covered for whenever the authorities had business with him, the one who brought him things because he knew he'd like them. Megatronus fanboy and all that, Orion knew what D-16 wanted. And he wanted him to see, they could aim for their own wants together. Now he is nothing more than a memory, somebody he used to know, somebody Megatron has to let go of and renounce as well. Optimus Prime. Speaking of Optimus... He's as gentle as he is stern in that moment. No degrading, no malice in his tone, just regret and sorrow. He simply states the facts as is, the gravity of Megatron's actions that day, and a nudging reminder of who he is to Megatron. A reminder he isn't like Sentinel, that he is a Prime who has proven to make a difference. A Prime who has died for Megatron. The saying "I'll love you till the day that I die" no longer applies because he will always carry that love within him, a love that outweighs the guilt he feels for inadvertently getting in Megatron's way. The day his best friend died, the day D-16 became Megatron. And so he tells him perhaps out of that same guilt and for consolation to take the High Guard with him, he knows how loneliness can be so crippling. He knows Megatron wants to be with like-minded mechs, so he lets him go softly. He breaks it to him in the gentlest way he can, no threats. No time to think about what to do next as he forlornly watches a friend drive away. Honestly? I think TF: One MEGOP as a relationship is summarized by a bunch of mitski lyrics glued together in scrapbook fashion, a little worn around in some parts. Might have some uneven cuttings on the side, a torn corner of a page here and there. But you can tell behind all that, it was made with love. There was deep history to it, and the fact its still maintained means someone's holding onto those pages, someone still wants to remember and hope for what once was to come back to them. Maybe it's Optimus, maybe it's Megatron. Maybe it'll hurt more if they find out both of them still want it, yet can never quite piece it back the way they wanted it to be. It hurts because you can see even without the romantic undertones, these two deeply cared for each other. Shared each other's burdens, conflicting ideas about how to change the world might have put a little dent in their relationship, but everything afterward boiled inside D-16. He was a kettle overflowing and Orion didn't realize it until it was too late.
#transformers#tf#tf one#transformers one#ramblings#my ramblings#zeth's ramblings#tf one megop#megop#transformers one orion pax#transformers one d16#orion pax#d 16#transformers one megatron#transformers one optimus prime
173 notes
·
View notes
Text
the passenger - screening and q&a with carter smith | horrorigins fest 9/28/24
so there was a screening of the passenger at horrorigins fest in tucson, az over this weekend that had a theater screening of the passenger and then a live q&a with carter smith afterward!
there were some really good questions and there's some video on horrorigins instagram (here and here, they haven't posted a full but i know there were several people recording and the festival is ongoing through today so they may post full video later) but some highlights:
he reiterated a lot of things that he's said in interviews about the script (so i won't go into detail about that)
he talked about his background at FIT and how benson's wardrobe was extremely intentionally chosen, and that the costume designer wanted to kill him bc the exact shade of his cardigan took three times to dye to get it right, it's also acrylic and very itchy (he has one too lmao)
he said that he gave johnny and kyle freedom to improvise on the script as much as they needed/wanted but that for the most part they stuck to it
burgers burgers burgers was a convenience store that they cleaned out and the stuffed animal place was in an actual empty mall that was "abandoned" (he mentioned there were like 7 empty malls they could have used, this one was completely empty so they didn't have to shut it down but idk if it was abandoned in the traditional sense)
he talked about the close ups and how much he loved kyle and johnny's faces and how he could shoot the whole thing in close up
the script was originally called "Randolph Bradley" which he did like but marketing didn't think would grab people and he also likes The Passenger for the movie they ended up making
i wish they had given the audience members mics when they asked their questions bc i'm watching the recording back to make sure i don't misquote something so i can't really hear some of the questions :( they also didn't upload the whole thing as of yet so the rest of this isn't verbatim but:
he agrees that at its core its a love story! when i asked my question i said "i wanted to touch on the love story comment from earlier" (bc someone else briefly mentioned it before asking a diff question) and he was like "i ALSO want to talk about the love story more!!" and was very excited that i brought up that "there's obviously a queer undertone to the film" and he just talked about what he saw in the script and how that came about, again said that jack stanley was like there's no romance but carter was like ummm anyway
he said that "this was the best thing to happen to either of them" (randy and benson) and agreed with someone who had described them as two sides of the same coin
he said that blumhouse also wanted them to lean into the weird romance aspect of it (or were okay with it), kyle was incredibly down to lean into the weird romance and was like "can we make it MORE gay"
afterward the fest went to a bar and mostly everyone went! so we actually got to hang out with carter just me and my friend and we talked a little bit more about the film and just other movies that he's enjoyed, we talked about his weekly newsletter, just random stuff like that. some highlights of that:
he said that kyle was all in on the queer undertone and was like can i touch johnny MORE
he said that there is a scene where benson touches randy again in a way that is similar in vibe to the scene in the mall parking lot where he touches his neck/wipes his tears but that they ended up cutting it because he (Carter) felt like it would undermine the emotional impact of that particular touch! he didn't expand on what the touch was or where exactly it went (he said it was after the teacher but didn't specify if it was after shepherd or mrs beard but i imagine he meant shepherd)
carter said that he would absolutely do a full up and down queer movie with kyle (if it was ever the right fit rather than writing a role for that reason)
it was really great and so interesting to hear his thoughts on the film and on filmmaking as a whole! he is really friendly and super nice and really knowledgeable. he had so much good stuff to say about the industry and he couldn't get enough of praising johnny and kyle both for their performances (rightly so) and what a good time he had making the movie.
bonus:
carter was kind enough to sign my poster (which he reposted the picture of on instagram). (i go into more detail about this event and stuff here) he also gleefully took photos of the saint randy and saint benson candles i made (because i am insane) and said he was going to send them to johnny and kyle because they would love them. kyle also reposted the picture of me and my friend the festival posted of us with the candles so now i am just dryheaving in my room. <3
anyway! support your local film festivals!! without horrorigns this wouldn't have been possible so support local and indie filmmakers and local and independent film festivals! <33
#still can't believe this is real life LMAO#the passenger#kyle gallner#johnny berchtold#i really feel like that bald cat#also yes my instagram handle is italiandracula it's a mbmbam bit lmao
148 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ever since Potions classâŠ
Series masterlist
Summary: In the wake of your feelings being revealed, Sirius and Remus are forced to face the aftermath. James grows increasingly frustrated with the two and decides to play matchmaker.
Pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of self loathing and oneâs inner demons, swearing, use of Y/N.
Word count: 3.6k
AN: Okay so Iâm not sure if I entirely love how this turned out but here we go. If you do enjoy this, please do all the tumblr things, reblog, like and ect!! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
In the wake of your impulsive rush out of class left your classmates were left in a state of shock and amusement.
A few snickers from the group of girls situated near left wing right at the back was the Professorâs last straw. It goes without saying. Hormonal teenagers and love potions never pair well together.
âCould we perhaps return to the lesson?â Slughornâs voice momentarily brought the classroom to a silent halt. âI highly doubt this will be on your potions exam.â He stated making sure to put extra emphasis on this in reference to the gossiping girls.
His voice fell to deaf ears as the class continued to grow louder.
âBloody hell, do ye not have anythinâ better to do your lives?â A voice shouted from the back of the classroom causing everyone to focus on the blonde Gryffindor girl it had come from.
âThank you for your effort, Miss McKinnon but I urge you to consider a calmer approach.â
If looks could kill, Slughorn would be done for with the way the girl was death glaring him. Yet, she had still managed to shut them all up.
Slughorn attempted to get back on topic, his patience wearing thin but he prevailed for his love for the subject outweighed it. A hand raise from Lily Evans was quick to send the man back into a warm smile as she answered the questions about the potion.
Not long afterwards the lesson fell back into place. Slughorn droning on and on about Amortentia. His words seamed to blur together for Remus. Despite his multiple attempts to focus his efforts proved unsuccessful.
The werewolf glanced down at his notes and came to the conclusion that none of it would be useful. Much of it was incoherent and jumbled together in a sea of words.
Thankfully he was not the only one struggling to understand what had transpired only moments ago. His honey brown eyes met sliver ones. Those belonging to his beloved boyfriend next to him. Who was receiving a very concerned look from one James Potter and two Peter Pettigrew.
James mouthed something to Sirius but for the life of him he couldnât understand it. Growing more frustrated by the minute as he tried to speak to his best friend in hushed tones. Neither boy wanting to get detention, for the third time this month.
âOf for-â The black haired boy was interrupted by the feeling of his boyfriendâs hand on his shoulder. A silent message was conveyed between the two; not here.
The class was excruciating long before the professor finally dismissed them. The walls of the dungeon seemed to feel longer than normal. That unmistakably English autumn breeze making its way through the cracks.
Students blurred together in a sea of red and green. Some rushing to their next class, others looking for a spot to spend their free period.
âMoons..â Siriusâs voice brought Remus back into reality. The elegant sound dripping with concern and undertones of confusion- no that wasnât it - it was fear.
âHmm, love?â Remus responded with tired eyes, and a smile which was far from being real. The werewolf wasnât sure who he was trying to conceive, Sirius or himself.
Remus felt as Sirius hands slipped into his own. Far more gentle than usual. Public displays of affection were often very much not gentle when it came to Sirius Black. The protective nature of his presence was anything but subtle with his affections.
The two boys remained just like that for a few moments. Silent, in a crowded hallway but their eyes only remained on each other.
A chuckle escaped Remusâs lips which left Sirius frowning his brows in confusion. That confusion only intensified when his chuckle turned into a roar of laughter. Very much uncharacteristic of Remus John Lupin.
âMerlin, do you need Madam Prompery?â Sirius said with a mild grin starting to grow.
âFuck-â Remus put his free hand on his loverâs chest his expression betraying his serious tone. âYour cologne really is strong.â
âI hate you.â
âAs if you could ever.â Remus warmth was spread into his smile. Sirius shaking his head before running a hand through his hair.
James Potter hated how his friends claimed he âmotheredâ them to much, but in all honesty they needed it. Not so secretly he loved it.
Most recently his patience was wearing dangerously thin. Due to two of his best friends.
It had been over a month since your incident in potions class. The school had long since moved on and it was old news by now.
A fact which James was not fully content with. He had told himself that this was just the process. Remus and Sirius were dealing with it on their own terms. No need to meddle. Simple as that.
However, day by day it becomes more difficult to not meddle. Surely, they should have some reaction by now. Well, a normal reaction.
Their reactions were not what he wanted to classify as normal. First, it started with Remus using sarcasm as a coping mechanism to brush it under the rug. Then Sirius added in the combination of avoidance and lashing out.
James loved his two friends dearly. Truly, he did but they were driving him into insanity. For James Potter had an ego the size of England but a heart of gold.
So when two of his best friends continued to avoid dealing with the fact that you had feelings for them, he was granted a little lean way. Especially, since he knows they both feel the same for you.
Years of feeling unloved has undoubtedly left a mark on Sirius. Where he refuses to disrupt the balance he has created with Remus in fear itâll all come crashing down.
Remus, on the other hand, was full of self loathing and stubbornness. Meaning he would not be admitting anything either.
Which is exactly what lead James to break his own rule of no meddling.
Sirius had just began to remove his Qudditch gear when James dragged him by the ear. Causing the rest of the team to watch in confusion as the two boys walked out of sight.
Once they reached out of earshot from the rest of the team, James let go of Sirius ear. The black haired boyâs hand instantly went to touch his ear rubbing it. While his best friend stared at him through his glasses.
âMerlin, what the hell Prongs?â Sirius asked in attempt to understand the sudden change in his mood.
âYou canât keep avoiding it.â
âAvoiding what?â Sirius frowned his brows having absolutely no clue what James was on about.
âPads, you cannot seriously be this blind.â James dumbfounded running his hands over his face.
âMate youâve lost me.â
âOh for the love of Godric.â James removed his hands from his face and took a deep breath before stepping closer towards Sirius. Placing his palms on Siriusâs shoulders.
âYou. Have. Feelings. For. Y/N.â James stated drawing out every word individually.
âYou. Are. Actually. Mental.â Sirius replied in the same tone James had used on him.
âPads, I see how you look at her. Iâd been be blind not to.â James voice soften as he looked into the eyes of his best friend.
âI cannot stand her.â
âNo, thatâs just want youâve been telling yourself to avoid your feelings. You did the same thing with Remus.â James concurred.
âI never hated Remus.â Sirius scoffed at Jamesâs statement.
âYouâre right, you never hated Remus but you did push him away when things got to real.â
Sirius and James stared at each other for a few minutes until Sirius broke. It felt like it would last an eternity.
âFine, I do.â Sirius shrugged Jameâs hands off his shoulders. âItâs driving me fucking crazy, alright?â
âIt is all I think about most days. Not matter what I do, how hard I try, I canât get her out of my goddamn mind. â His voice begins to raise with every word that leaves his mouth but he didnât stop there.
âHow fucking screwed am I-that- that I canât stop thinking about some girl when I already have most wonderful guy to ever exist. Huh?â
âYou donât think I see that. You donât think I carry that I feel like shit every day-â Sirius breathing became heavier with every moment that passed practically hitching after every syllable.
âHey, hey, hey, deep breathes Pads.â James steadied Sirius holding him in place with both hands on either side of his arms. Sirius nodded in response allowing himself to calm down.
âDid you forget she smelled Remus too?â James smiled making sure to remain eye contact with Sirius.
âCourse not. Iâd never forget someone else smelling my boyfriend in Amortentia.â
âSiri, she has feelings for both of you. You have feelings for both of them. Is it making sense yet?â
âBut what about Remus?â
âWere you dropped as a child?â
Sirius hand flew to hit his best friend lightly across the head at his comment.
âOi, donât hate the messenger.â James smirked before ducking his head before Sirius could land another hit. âRemus wants what you want. The two of you are just to stubborn to see the other feels the same way.â
As almost if a lightbulb went off in his head, everything became clear to Sirius. Without another word, the dark haired boy sprinted towards the library leaving James alone behind the tents.
âThank you James for opening my eyes.â James threw his arms up into the air while intimating his best friendâs voice.
âSure no problem.â James made his way back to the Quidditch locker rooms, mumbling incoherently under his breath.
The library was filled with the imperceptibly squeaking recognisable as the souls of Madam Pinceâs shoes. The librarianâs breath felt down the hairs on the necks of students who dared touch her precious books. Outside the setting sun could be spotted in the distance. Its rays streaming through the glass windows.
A tall werewolf sat hunched over a wooden table brimming with books of all kinds. Pools of chocolate irises trained on the words displayed on the worn pages. Sandy brown waves framed his scarred face.
A gush of wind blew over the boy drawing him out of his reading. His head rose allowing his eyes to scan the room for what the cause of the wind was. A soft smile creeped up his cheeks when he spotted his beloved.
Nevertheless the smile was fleeting. Not lasting longer than a few trivial seconds before turning into a concerned frown. Sirius âs form darted towards Remus rapidly.
Beads of sweat dripped from his skin. A result of running directly after qudditch practice from the pitch to the library. Strands of black hair fell from his ponytail to lay around the ends of his jaw.
âEverything alright, love?â Remus asked gently. Not fully sure or ready for what would be awaiting him once Sirius decided to open his mouth.
Slowly he took a step towards Sirius, followed by a few more until he was inches away from him. Only then did he notice how his sliver eyes were glossy and red. The sight sent a shiver through Remusâs core causing chain reaction to occur.
His hands found their way to the contours of Siriusâs face. âWhat happened?â The hints of anger from protectiveness in Remus gentle voice told Sirius he truly had no idea what he was about to say.
âWe have feelings for Y/N.â The use of we told Remus everything he needed to know. Remus pulled his brows together. Nodding his head to try to comprehend the thought.
âOkay, and we are both sure of this?â Remus conceded.
âWhat do we do, Rem?â Sirius breathed out, leaning into Remusâs touch. Using him as the pillar which supported him and kept him from falling apart.
âHonestly, er, communication is good, or so Iâve been told.â Remus fingers softly rubbing the sides of Sirius face in circular motions.
âWait, hold up, when did we come to this conclusion?â Remus dropped his hands but didnât make any move to leave Siriusâs side.
âTwenty minutes ago.â
âRight, er, well, Iâm goinâ to need more than that, love.â
âLetâs just say James was involved.â Sirius explained blankly. Remus chuckled at that, imagining James in full âmomâ mode.
âMoons, you do feel the same, right?â Sirius interwoven his fingers with Remusâs letting his eyes fall onto them for a moment. His voice insecure now, betraying himself.
âYouâre not the only one. I feel it too.â Remus hung his head low. Staring at his fingers interlocked with his boyfriendâs. âEver sinceâŠâ
âEver since potions class.â Sirius finished his sentence for him.
âSiri, why did you not say anything before?â It was Remusâs turn to be concerned now.
âI thought you would hate me.â
âSirius, what gave you that fucking idea?â Remus started to ready his speech heâd given his boyfriend countless times before, but then stopped, deciding this situation called for a different approach.
âYou already forgave me forâŠwell..everything..I couldnât tell you I had feelings for someone else..â Sirius attempted to avoid Remusâs glaze, but of course he wasnât having it. Remus used his index finger to lift Siriusâs chin to ensure he was looking at him.
âI thought I was betraying you in some way. By having feelings for someone who wasnât you.â Remus confessed what had been lying heavily on his mind for a long time now.
âI didnât even fully accept that I had feelings, until James forced it out of me.â Sirius let out a deep breath.
Remus closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Sirius who in return wrapped his own around Remusâs lanky waist.
The darkness of Sirius family name haunted him in more ways than one. Vulnerability was not something he was taught. Therefore, Remus needed to tread carefully. For he knew the consequences Siriusâs darkness could cause. Remus understood that Sirius almost never dealt well with such situations.
Remus had his own demons, which differed from the ones Sirius battled. Self loafing was Remusâs chosen method of poison. Purely created by the treatment he had seen his kind receive. The same treatment which his parents, friends and lover had sworn to protect him from.
In spite of the fact that their darkness were far from the same. The two wizards had learned to navigate through each otherâs absenceâs of lights.
Yet in the wake of their newfound discovery they were facing uncharted territory. Your pure existence had thrown disrupted the balance between the two of them. Yet, neither one seamed to feel any resentment towards you for it. Instead the thought of your presence only brought warmth and comfort to them both. They had known you for years, not candidly. Rather in the form of sharing classes with you or passing you in the hallway. Additionally, there was the fact that you seamed quite close with Siriusâs younger brother. That they knew to be a fact.
They did know you, they had been picking up on things about you for months. Perhaps for Sirius he had been doing so since the moment his brother invited you to their home all those summers ago.
Neither one ever thought anything would come from it, which is why they denied any interest in you. Not that anyone had ever thought there was to begin with.
With heads hung low and fingers intertwined, Sirius and Remus entered their shared dorm.
James was in the midst of writing an essay for charms class. His reasoning for leaving said essay to the last minute was the pressure would advance his argument. Pranking first years with Sirius three days ago had nothing to do with it.
The sound of water coming from the faucet indicated that Peter had taken the chance to shower.
Sirius padded over to his empty bed and let himself fall back onto the red blanket. Laying flat on his back with his feet dangling off.
Remus began to untie his tie feeling a relief when he was able to undo his top button. Exchanging his robes for a sweater and comfortable loose fitting pants which hung low on his hips.
James peered through his glasses to see for any indication that his efforts had been successful.
âI take it you two talked?â James temporarily turned his attention away from his essay. He would pull an all nighter if it meant his friends were happy.
A nod from Remus and a grunt from Sirius were the only responses he received.
âWeâre still deciding what our next steps are.â Remus sighed leaning against one of the pillars of his bed.
âOur lives are fucking screwed.â Sirius mumbled into his pillow.
âOkay, thatâs a tad dramatic.â Remus moved to sit by the foot of Sirius bed. Moving his legs to lay them on his lap.
âHereâs a thought.â James began, making sure both boys were listening before continuing. âTalk to her.â
âGot any other ideas?â Sirius raised his head from the pillow to side glance James earning himself a disapproving head shake.
James lounged forward on the sheets of his bed to grab the nearest pillow which was sent flying to Siriusâs head.
âOh Godric, OH GODRIC.â James sudden outburst caused Remus to raise an eyebrow.
âMust I do everything for you, then?â James stood up from his bed planting himself in the centre of the room with hands on his hips.
It had never been your intention to come between a couple. Nor did you ever hope to be the cause of any issues in a relationship.
You had actively planned to get over your feelings for Sirius and Remus. Yet, they only grew more than you could have ever imagined.
In order to try move on you avoided Remus at every available opportunity. While you annoyed Sirius beyond expectation making him hate you. Which in turn made you somehow convince yourself you hated him.
Neither fact was true. You did not hate Sirius nor did he hate you. Both of you were just trying to ignore what you felt for each other.
Even so, your avoidance of Remus never proved successful. Your heart longed for him as much as it did for his boyfriend.
Thankfully, you had thought no one had noticed your growing infatuation with them. Then, potions class happened. Now everyone knew.
Avoidance had proved again to be your saving grace. You honestly do not know how you would have survived the week without it. Skipping classes might have been detrimental to your overall grade but it was a cost you were willing to take. For the time being, anyway.
The only problem was when you avoided them your friends grew increasingly suspicious of your intentions. Particularly Regulus, who had heard in passing about your âincidentâ.
You missed being able to stare at them in hallways when no one was looking. Or watch the way they laughed with their friends in the great hall.
Unknowingly to you, the boys had been trying to track you down all day. They could not go to your dorm because you resided in a different house to them. House members would undoubtedly become suspicious if word spread of the two attempting to find a way into your dormitory this morning.
Remus made the suggestion to entrust the guidance of your friends. Sirius opposed the idea as one of your friends including Regulus.
Luckily, fate had other plans for the three of you.
After a long day full of classes you could hardly wait to return to the tranquility only your dorm could offer.
The moment your eyes met the sliver and brown hues of your favourite boys. You gave up on tranquility entirely.
Every instinct streamed at you to run away. If it hadnât been for Sirius, you would have listened to them.
âY/N!â Sirius called out to you, as if you could ignore him now.
âHello Sirius.â You offered some general decently, it was the least you could do, you thought. âAnd hi to you Remus.â
âCould we please talk?â Remusâs voice was timid, more so than you had ever heard before.
âListen, I truly am sorry for what happened. Please know that I donât expect anything from either one of you-â
âStop, Y/N, could you let us speak please?â Remusâs voice warmed your ears more than you liked. That voice could fix anything you thought. You offered a small nod in response to his ask.
âRem and I, weâve-wellâŠyou see..fuck. God, why is this so hard, okay. I-we wanted you to know that..have feelings for you!â Sirius barely managed to get out his sentence before he blurted it out point blank.
âExcuse me?â Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock. This was not at all what you were expecting.
âBoth of us. When you smelled us in the Amortentia, it got us thinking-and-well we realised that we both share feelings for you.â Remus explained more gently than Sirius, emphasising his syllables.
âWhat does this mean?â You chocked out.
Sirius and Remus exchanged looks sharing a message between themselves which left you feeling more despondent.
âWe did some research, well, Remus did and I consulted James and Lily.â Sirius stated, choosing to use the word consulted instead of admit that Lily and James had been piecing it together for him for the last few days.
Remus waited for you to give any indication that you still felt comfortable before he continued for Sirius. A simple head nod from you gave him the reassurance he needed.
âAre you aware of the term polyamory?â Remus asked you gently, bringing his hands together before himself.
âIâve heard of it, yes.â Your voice took on a different tone as you continued to feel confused by the boyâs actions.
âWell, we want to try it, with you, I mean.â Sirius breathed out.
âWhat he means is, if youâre open to it of course. We were wondering how you would feel being a third in our relationship.â Remus stepped towards you, leaving little to no distance between him and you.
Remusâ honey brown eyes shimmed with affection. Though you werenât quite sure who it was meant for.
Siriusâ head cocked to the side ever so slightly resembling that of a lost puppy. Dark hair falling in disarray. Whilst Remus kept his focus on you. Resisting the urge to take your fingers into his own.
They both desperately awaited your response.
Taglist: @maraudersforlife2005, @h3arts4strs
If you would like to be added to the taglist, please tell me in the comments!! Thank you lovelies đđđ
#fanfic#marauders fanfiction#marauders#james potter#sirius black x reader#sirius being sirius#sirius x lupin#sirius black#sirius orion black#remus x sirius#remus lupin x you#remus x you#remus x reader#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin#remus loves sirius#remus x y/n#poly!wolfstar x you#poly!wolfstar x reader#poly wolfstar#poly!wolfstar fluff#soleil fics
261 notes
·
View notes