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sapphicmsmarvel · 1 month ago

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Azriel: put that thing back where it came from or so help me!

Smutty. sweet. kinda crack? idk y/n deals with this shit in a joking way bc she might have a breakdown otherwise.

notes: i’m going to use the modern terms for sex toys. It’s just easier than finding some woohoo fantasy term for it.

Also, i am not at all experienced in this department so sorry if it aint good. i’m going off gut feelings here folks. Again, im sorry if this is poorly written smut 😭 however i really like this one!!

kinks: sex toys, masturbation, virginity/slight innocence kink, oral (coochie receiving is what is described) (penis receiving mentioned), fingering, panty-sniffing, probably incorrect knowledge about sex bc i am inexperienced lmfao (I sold dildos for three years tho so that shit i know about)

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The talk.

You were apprehensive about having Azriels dick inside of you. Which he understood.

He knew you didn’t even like penetration from toys.

The first time you two had a conversation about sex you made a joke to him that you were “broken” which he did not like.

“Why would you say that, love?” He asked next to you on your couch.

“I’m not a fan of things going inside of me. I can give you a mean blowjob though.” You winked. Trying to play off your insecurity.

He sat up straighter. “Why would I call you broken for that?”

You shrugged. “Others have. I just get ahead of it now. I’d understand if-“

“No.” He said passionately. “No. This doesn’t change anything.”

You cocked your head, your heart beating too fast in your ears. He continued. “The only people who call you that, are people who have no idea how to pleasure a woman in general. Without their cock or with.” He hissed.

If anything, he was most excited to eat you out. But if you didn’t want it, you didn’t want it.

“Even if you didn’t want to kiss me. I wouldn’t leave.” He shook his head, as if the idea of him leaving you was foolish to even think. It was foolish to him anyway.

“Lucky for you I'm kinda obsessed with kissing you.” You let out a thick laugh, your sinuses already clogged from the idea of crying and holding it in. Your eyes were watery.

Well, he knew that was true. You sometimes got cuteness aggression with him and would just squish his cheeks and give him kisses repeatedly. And also kissing whatever body part of his you could reach, his back, his thigh, one time it was his pinkie.

He’s never been loved so openly.

He scooched closer to you, wanting to hold you. He opened his arms and you crawled in. “Anything you give me, even your time, I am lucky.” He said kissing your forehead as one tear slipped out. “We go at your speed. You want me to eat you out tonight? Done. Suck your tits? Done. Just kiss? Easy. Just hold hands? Perfect.”

“So if I said I wanted to play with your ass, you’d say yes?” You asked from his chest.

“…That one you might have to give me time for.” He admitted, sheepishly. You laughed, the sound alone making Azriel smile.

“We go at your speed, baby. All that matters to me is that I make you happy.”

“The happiest.” You sniffed and burrowed your way into Azriels chest. You didn’t really want him to see you cry but, you trusted him enough to be near you anyway when you cried.

He kissed the top of your head. In response you kissed his pec through his shirt.

Anything you wanted you got.

Master in pussy-eating and fingering.

After that, you felt more comfortable. You never felt uncomfortable, but you were scared to tell Az about your dislike for penetration. But, he took it easier than any other partner you had.

Of course he did, the man acted like he was written by a woman. (wink)

But this meant you had to ask every time you wanted something sexual. You had been having fantasies lately. You wanted him to eat you out. Bad.

“Hey Azzie.” You said sweetly from the top of your bed, he was at the end of your bed putting his book back in his bag.

He turned and rolled his eyes, “what?” He asked, smiling. Wondering what food you were about to beg him to make you.

“I kinda want you to do something for me.” You wiggled your legs.

He snorted. “No kidding.”

“I think you’ll like my idea.”

“If it’s not us canceling dinner with Rhys and Fey tomorrow night to stay in and snuggle then I probably won’t.” He crawled over to you and over you.

“Mmmm I don’t know about that.” You drawled.

He leaned over you, your noses just barely touching. “What is it, Y/N?”

You tried not to let the blush on your cheeks deter you from asking, from being bold and asking him for something that he already told you he’d be down for.

You sighed, slowly hyping yourself up. “I want you to eat me out.”

A grin slowly spread across his face. “That is what you were delaying asking me?”

You whined. “It’s hard to ask for things.”

“Why?“You want me to do it now?” He asked, “I absolutely will do that but I want you sure.”

You nodded, “but…”

“But…?” He prompted.

“I didn’t wax.” You played with the sleeves of the shirt you were wearing, which was Azriel’s.

He let out an uncharacteristic snort. “I don’t care about that. It’s freaky when a pussy is bald.”

You were no delicate flower, but hearing those words come out of Azriel’s mouth, it was…hot.

So fucking hot.

He grinned like he knew where your mind went. “You like dirty talk?”

“Mhm.” You tried to hide away from his gaze.

“Oh no.” he fully smiled, cheeky dimples on full display, “I think my sweetheart loves it.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. His stubble slightly rubbing against your soft face.

My sweetheart.

“Our safe word is ‘red’ okay?”

You had never even thought about a safe word, but your chest warmed at his awareness. “Okay.”

He gave you a searing kiss which had you sighing contentedly,

He pulled away from you and stood up, you made a cry of indignation that quickly turned to a noise of confusion as he grabbed your legs and pulled you to the end of the bed quickly. Your feet were touching the floor, but your back was flat on the bed.

“Pass me a pillow, love.”

You handed him a fluffy one and he put it on the floor. Your face burned as he kneeled on the pillow, you wanted to tease him for being an old man, but he caught your teasing eye and went, “I’m about to eat your pussy like a God, I deserve a throne.”

“So what does that make me?” You whispered.

“My alter.” His fingers hooked under the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down your soft legs that he wanted wrapped around his hips while his cock bruised your cervix.

Only when you asked for it rough after he fucked you slowly with his tongue.

Your leggings got stuck around your ankles, while he focused on taking them off your ankles, but kept your fuzzy socks on because he knew your feet get cold easily (he had them pressed up against his warm legs enough to be scarred from them), he pressed soft kisses into your calf.

He kissed his way up your thighs, you had lost count of how many times his lips seared your skin, he brushed over your mound. His lips brushing over you, skin tingling and your pussy aching for more.

You whined as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties and brought them down your legs. As he held the rumpled pair in his hand he was staring at your glistening folds.

You were about to close your legs, feeling embarrassed, but he took your soaked panties and sniffed them. Hard.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he shoved them into his pocket.

“Sorry love, I’ve just been dreaming about this.”

“Sorry.” You felt a tad guilty you made him wait. You could feel your blush everywhere. You didn’t even know if your legs could blush but they felt like they were.

In response, he slapped your cunt. You jumped and squeaked. “No apologies.” He scolded. “Or else, I’ll punish you with those slaps.” You bit your lip, “I mean I don’t know if that was supposed to be punishing or not.” You muttered.

He grinned like the devil, the devil on his knees before his angel.

The slap had sent a delicious feeling across your entire body. You wanted him to smack your pussy till it was red and throbbing.

He spread your lips and blew gently on your clit, causing your legs to twitch. He leaned in and did a gentle swipe up your inner labia and ended at your clit. He sucked the nub into his mouth, his lips capturing it.

You let out a loud moan. “Fuck.” You whimpered, you had never had anybody there.

“You’re so responsive.” He pulled away and wiped his thumb over your clit. The roughness causing you to jerk.

“Nobody’s ever been down there.” Your voice was incredibly breathy.

“Seriously?”

Your head shot up. “Well usually, when I'd tell someone they couldn’t shove their dick in my vagina, they lost interest.” You snapped. You just wanted his mouth back where it belonged.

“So mouthy.”

“Yeah, put yours to good use, why don’t you.” You tilted your shin up.

He slapped your pussy again. You moaned.

“Such a fucking brat. Can’t wait to see more of that side of you.”

Then he started french kissing your pussy.

Sloppy. Fast. Intense. But you never wanted the ecstasy to end. You threw your head back, lost in the sensation and let out a loud guttural moan. Your sound caused him to give a hum of approval which spurred your orgasm quicker than you expected.

“Oh God, I'm there.” Was the only warning he had as your muscle gushed and spasmed around his tongue.

After he efficiently cleaned your orgasm up, he groaned in ecstasy. “You taste so fucking good. Better than my dreams.”

You caught your breath, your belly moving up and down as your muscles stopped constricting.

“Can you…” You panted.

“Can I do what, princess?” He mumbled as he kissed your mound, which made your body twitch because of the oversensitivity. No part of your skin went untouched.

“Can you fuck me with your fingers please?”

His head shot up, “are you sure?” He dragged his fingers between your folds. You twitched again at the oversensitivity. “You’re pretty sensitive.”

“It feels good.” You whined. You’d be embarrassed about it later even though Azriels cock hardens even more at each sound.

He massaged your folds, “You tell me when to stop.” You nodded. “Please Az.”

He ever so gently prodded your puffy hole, then gently, as gently as possible, he inserted a finger.

The stretch of his finger was a delicious type of pain. You compared it to piercings. It excites you. Then you felt relief that you liked his finger.

Maybe you’d like his dick. But go slowly, he always encouraged that because if you jumped in and didn’t like something, that brought fear back.

He fingered you slowly, allowing you to control the speed with the way you grinded into his hand. Your moans loud. Your cunt squeezing his fingers in a way that had him wanting to stuff his cock into your cunt, but he wasn’t going to until you were positive that was what you wanted.

He was enamored by the way your cunt sucked his fingers in greedily.

You felt a foreign feeling in your belly. Like an orgasm just more intense. This orgasm came without warning and you didn’t want it to end.

“You can have orgasms back to back.” Was the sentence that knocked you out of your stupor.

“What.” Your brain was fuzzy. But delightfully warm, fuzzy and cozy.

“You, my love, are able to have multiple orgasms in a short amount of time.”

“Good to know.” Was all you said as you fully allowed your body to melt into the mattress.

Fuck me.

Since then, you had been asking Azriel to eat you out constantly. Almost every day. You gave him that mind-blowing head you told him about.

You two have found that toys are a good stimulus for non-penetrative sex. You jerked him off with a pocket pussy from behind him. Dirty talking in his ear.

However now, you wanted him to fuck you so hard.

Six months since you two talked about your comfort levels and you were starting to go a little crazy. You hear so many stories about girls being fucked so hard and so good, you’ve been dying for it even.

“Baby I want your dick inside me.” You said from the bedroom.

“Question, do you get off on asking me this shit out of the blue?” He walked out from the hallway.

You shrugged, “you made this a safe space, it’s your fault.”

He snorted. “Are you being serious?”

You nodded, “I wouldn't joke about this.”

He smiled softly, he walked up to you and put his hands on your hips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You exclaimed with no hesitation.

“Baby, I really want you to think-“

“Oh my Gods yes! I want your massive dick inside me!” You pouted.

His lips twitched at your phrasing. He loved you so dearly. “Okay.” He reassured.

He smiled sweetly, “Now?” He didn’t want to admit how eager he was.

You looked surprised. “Now?”

He shrugged, “if you want. Or we can wait until later. Give me like an hour to get food and flowers?”

You waved him off, “I don’t need all that. I just…”

“What, baby?” He stroked your hip. “Nothin I haven’t seen before.”

“I haven't waxed.” You murmured.

“What did I tell you before?” He smiled, reassuringly.

“That you didn’t care.” You mumbled. “And I stand by it.”

“I trimmed at least.” You let out an insecure chuckle.

“I wouldn’t care if you didn’t.” He pulled you into him, his hands sneaking down to your ass and squeezing you to him. He kissed your neck, causing you to gasp. He pushed you against the edge of your bed, pushing you down into the fluffy comforter and crawling over you. He kissed down the cleavage of your tank top.

He tugged at the bottom of it, “can I take this off?”

“Please.” You whined. You lifted your back and arms and he shucked the shirt and bra off.

He palmed your breasts, his skin rough against your soft peaks. He tweaked your nipples between his fingers and you whined again as sparks shot straight to your clit.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth, your back shot off the bed, “and why haven’t we done that before?” You groaned.

He popped your tit out of his mouth. “Oh you have no idea about the things we haven’t done yet. And what pleasure I can bring you.”

Your skin tingled at the promise and arousing threat in his voice.

As he continued to make love to your tits, he was taking off your pajama pants and underwear. His fingers swiped through your folds, spreading your slickness across your skin and slowly massaging you to warm you up.

“Please, I need you.” You begged.

“Baby, I haven’t prepped you.” He came off your chest and began kissing down your stomach.

“I don’t care.” You whined some more. “I just want you inside me please.”

He took his gray sweats off, causing you to see the beast in his pants bob around.

You swallowed at the sheer size of him. Obviously, you knew what his dick looked like as you’ve sucked his soul out before. However, right now you were thinking about how that massive thing is going to fit inside you.

You allowed a moment of mourning for your cunt.

Oh girl, I’m praying for you.

You were eager for him to fuck you but also kind of nervous. He saw the look of anxiety on your face, “hey, we stop whenever you want. We can stop right now.”

You swallowed. “Okay.”

“What’s the safe word baby?”

“Red.” You said.

“Good girl.” He rasped.

Your mouth was watering, you didn’t know your mouth could water over a penis but goddamn Azriel was made from gods personal clay, into the perfect man in front of you.

He lifted your legs gently, resting his knees against the end of your bed so he can thoroughly fuck you to your hearts content.

He gently entered you, “breathe baby.” He coaxed the breaths out of you by putting his hand on your tummy, then putting yours on his to match to his breathing.

Tears pricked your eyes as he slowly entered into your beautiful cunt. It stung, of course it did. But Gods, it was a good pain. A satisfying stretch that stung slightly. But quickly morphed into pleasure worthy of sonnets.

“You okay?”

You nodded as a tear went down your flushed cheeks. “It feels so good.”

“Gods.” He croaked. “Your pussy was made for me. Fucking sculpted by the Gods, just f’me.”

“Deeper please.” You whispered oh so sweetly.

He croaked out a laugh. “You’re so polite. So sweet. My good girl.” He kissed your tears on your cheeks as he swiftly moved his hips, urging his cock deeper inside you, hitting spots you weren’t even aware existed.

You moaned, not even caring about your volume. All of your senses were in overdrive. The sweat pressed between your bodies, the swell of his pecs against your tits. His pelvis sitting so snuggly, so perfectly, against your cunt.

He felt a new addiction churning inside him. The addiction to your nails scraping down his back, the addiction of his hips snapping into yours and the warmth of your walls.

“I’m not gonna last.” You cried. His mushroom tip thrusting into your spongy g-spot.

“Me neither baby.” He couldn’t wait to paint your walls white, he knew you were on birth control, just as he was.

Just as your muscles contracted and spasmed around his cock, his come painted your walls white. He practically collapsed ontop of you, only his forearms keeping him from fully laying on you.

You shook your head, “nuh uh.”

“Wait what? Are you okay?” He sat up surprised, ready to gently pull out but didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“I’m fine, but stop using your full strength and lay on me.” You grumbled. Sleepiness taking over.

“Baby you have to go to the bathroom.” He suppressed a laugh, knowing it would just make you grumpier.

“Five minutes?” You begged.

And how could he say no to that?

Hint: he could and would never say no to you.

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cepalliumtm · 3 months ago

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Thinking of a yandere competent maid and her sweet duchess reader~

Basically, after escaping your family through a loveless marriage, you’ve expected the worst from your husband: being neglectful within the duchy and even having a couple of mistresses behind your back. You figured as long as you live a life distant from him, it would be easy for you to prevent any more mistreatment from the staff and his family when coming to visit.

Yan maid would be one of the first of the manor to introduce herself to you. Unlike most of the other maids she seems competent at her job, holding loyalty to the duchy which includes the new mistress of the house. She found you beautiful although powerless in the face of your husband. She was tasked to be in charge of taking care of you, making sure your life is secure whilst married to the duke.

It was surprising how much… affection? respect? yan maid gave you, considering that the other maids weren’t exactly fond of you. The estate was filled with plants from the other families, waiting for you to slip up and fall into despair so they can replace you with a more… deserving candidate to be by his side. But yan maid wasn’t like the others. She went above and beyond to ensure your safety; she tested your food before serving it to you, kept a watchful eye when guiding you around the estate, and had such helpful advice to maintain somewhat friendly relations with your husband. It seems that out of everyone around her, despite her rather cold demeanor, there was a subtle kindness coming from her. You were very thankful for it.

Yan maid was also in charge of furthering your status as the duchess: teaching you the duties that come with the role. She was patient; any repeated mistakes that would easily irk off any other tutor would be corrected in a calm manner, she’d never raise your voice when you’ve done something wrong. She praised your intelligence despite your naivety and reminded you to hold your head up in the face of the men that would put you down.

Over the next couple of months, she would guide you into the perfect duchess, one that anyone would be proud of.

And within those couple of months, the fleeting (and rather shallow) affection she held for you the moment you arrived would blossom into something deeper, something special. Since yan maid was your main caretaker, eventually you’d become more comfortable around her to say what’s on your mind. And what was once the image of just a beautiful woman easily transformed into an intelligent being capable of thought and emotion. You’d come to her mainly for advice, asking about mundane things like some of your husband’s likes and dislikes, or embroidering techniques, etc.

Through these little conversations she began to fall deeper for you, wanting to hear more of your voice, wanting to see you more in those frilly little dresses. The Duke may be funding your lifestyle, but she was the one that arranged everything. Anything to ensure your happiness she’d do.

In fact, yan maid would gloat about how she easily was the most important person in your life, above anyone else, even above the duke she initially was supposed to be loyal towards.

And yan maid is aware of the danger imposed upon you. As a result, she would put herself in charge of protecting you when no other would, she wasn’t afraid to spill blood in your name. On the days when you’re especially frightened, paranoid from a possible assassination attempt, yan maid would knock on the door, ready to provide you with the love and comfort your neglectful husband couldn’t.

Hell, if one day you come crying to her, saying you’ve had enough, that you want to run away, she would be the one to arrange everything. She'd wipe the slate clean, all the paperwork would be handled, and it's not like anyone else would miss you. Just promise her that you’d take her with you because she wouldn’t want to leave you alone.

Sorry about the dip in quality, i haven't really written anything like this. But I wanted something quick out before tomorrow, just because now I know that people are actually reading my shtuff. Enjoy lol

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cup1dluvhss · 25 days ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ DO I WANNA KNOW?, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊for some reason hamzah never really liked you, despite your bubbly personality, pretty face, and energy which drew people in. one night at a party, you confront him about it and it leads to a heated argument which leaves you in tears.

| warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol, bad language

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for some reason, hamzah had always hated you.

you never knew why, or what you did, but it irked you to the point where it kept you up at night.

you had met hamzah through mandy, your best friend, a couple years ago at a party, mandy having introduced him as her boyfriend’s boyfriend. it made you laugh, however, when you went to smile at hamzah he looked away and scoffed. and since then, it hasn’t changed.

you had never insulted him, given him any looks, or even had a proper conversation with him, which is why you were so so confused about his dislike for you. you were good at making friends, and had a tendency to make people laugh effortlessly, yet nothing you did or say would ever make him react in the way people usually would.

because of this you began to hyper fixate over him, and eventually, you developed a thing for him. it was completely unplanned, and you yourself were even confused considering he had no desire to even look at you. it wasn’t like usual crushes, where you would try to talk to or get the attention of the person, you just minded your own business and kept to yourself because you knew it would only make things worse.

you were currently getting ready for a party at mandy and martins, checking yourself in the mirror and making sure you looked perfect. even though hamzah never looked at you no matter how hard you worked on yourself, you still hoped one day he would.

you were wearing a black dress with little sparkles which hit about mid-thigh, and it flattered you well and showed off your curves. you smiled at your reflection, before grabbing your purse and heading for the door. you lived almost right next to martin and mandy, as when you were in the process of moving to toronto mandy helped you look for places and conveniently found you an apartment about five doors down from them.

it was extremely handy for when you were lonely or just wanted someone to talk to, and you even had a key to their apartment so you could show up whenever.

you knocked on the door, smiling as martin answered and opened the door enough for you so you could squeeze past him.

��what’s up, y/n?’ he said in a friendly tone, a smile on his face as you turned to face him.

‘good! i’m so fucking excited, you have no idea.’ you said, turning back around and finding yourself making eye-contact with the one person you had not mentally prepared yourself to see.

you knew hamzah was martins best friend, and that he had every right to show up to his house before the party, but you didn’t really want to see him. yes, you had feelings for him, but now that it was just you, martin and him, he had easier access to scoff at everything you said and give you looks. it really did hurt your feelings, but you’d never tell him that.

‘hey, hamzah.’ you said quietly, swallowing a lump that began to form in your throat. he hummed in response, before returning his focus back to his phone again.

when you turned back around, martin had a look of frustration on his face. he and mandy also didn’t like the way hamzah treated you, but whenever they tried to confront him about it he would brush them off and claim it ‘wasn’t that deep.’

you gave him a look as if to say, ‘it’s fine.’ and walked into mandy’s room where she was still perched in a chair getting ready.

you sat with her, sighing and she began to talk about her day and tell you how excited she was for the party. you had zoned out mid conversation, your mind now occupied by thoughts of hamzah yet again. you hated how you liked him despite how he treated you, but it was something you yourself could never understand no matter how hard you tried.

two hours had passed, and it was safe to say you were completely and utterly wasted. you were about seven shots in, and martin and mandy’s apartment was full to the brim with people dancing and loud music bouncing off the walls.

you had lost mandy about half way through the night, and were now grinding against some random boy you didn’t even know the name of. you didn’t care however, because you were happy enough to distract yourself from thoughts of hamzah with anyone you could find.

you hadn’t seen him all night, and assumed he was in one of the guest rooms. you knew he wasn’t much of a party person, and often kept to himself alone or out of sight. you secretly hoped he would see you with the guy you were dancing with, but you knew it would probably have zero affect on him whatsoever.

‘wanna find a room?’ the guy you were dancing with whispered in your ear, and you found yourself nodding hesitantly. like you said before, you didn’t really care. plus, it had been a while since you’d gotten laid anyway.

you took his hand and dragged him off the dancing area to one of the two guest bedrooms, completely forgetting what had popped into your mind earlier regarding those bedrooms. on the way there, after you had turned the corner, the guy suddenly turned you around and began kissing you as you slowly made your way to the room.

your hand clumsily reached for the knob and turned it, your lips still connected with his as you stumbled into the room, his hands on your waist guiding you.

he pushed you against one of the walls, lifting your leg up as his hand travelled over your thigh and slowly up your dress. a noise left your mouth, followed by a gasp when you heard a grunt coming from further inside the room.

your head turned in the direction of the sound, and your mouth fell open when your eyes met with hamzah’s. he had an unimpressed look on his face, before turning to look at the guy who was currently holding one of your legs up with furrowed brows.

‘seriously?’ hamzah said, his eyes meeting yours before darting back to the boy again.

‘hey, head outside and i’ll meet you out there, okay?’ you said to him, watching as he slowly left the room hesitantly, leaving you with hamzah.

you swallowed, moving your back off the wall and walking toward hamzah who was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. you hesitantly sat on the side of the bed, your heart beginning to beat faster.

‘sorry, i wouldn’t have come in here if i knew you were here.’ you said, clearing your throat and running a hand through your hair.

‘yeah, obviously.’ he said, widening his eyes sarcastically before his attention returned to his phone.

and that’s when the thought overtook you, and the words slipped from your mouth before you could properly think about them. maybe it was because you were so pent up about things between the two of you, but your mind and body had just decided enough was enough.

‘why do you hate me so much?’

you watched as hamzah’s head darted in your direction, his expression slightly taken aback as if he had no idea what you were talking about. he clearly did although, because he didn’t say a word and simply kept staring at you. so, the words kept spilling from your mouth.

‘—i mean, im nice to you, i smile at you, i’ve tried so hard to make you like me, but you just wont for some reason, and it pisses me off.’ you said almost pleadingly, as if begging him for an answer. maybe you were though, because the two years of not knowing why was slowly driving you insane.

‘not everyone has to like you, y/n.’ he snapped, rolling his eyes as he dropped his phone on the bed, sitting up slightly.

his words caused a lump to rise in your throat, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t look desperate in front of him.

‘yeah, but why, hamzah? i just don’t get it.’ you said, your tone slightly whiny as he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘because y/n, i hate the way your always so fucking cheerful, i hate the way your so desperate to make everyone like you, how you constantly act like people owe you validation when they don’t. your just—so fucking annoying.’ he snapped, his words coming out quickly as if he had rehearsed them in his head.

tears pricked at your eyes, and when one fell, others followed. you were tired of pretending like it didn’t hurt you, the way he acted, and to cry in front of him over those actions felt somewhat refreshing. when he noticed your tears, his face softened slightly before returning to a look of distaste.

‘great. now your fucking crying.’ he said, shaking his head, his voice quiet.

‘what else do you expect me to fucking do! do you know how much it hurts to hear you say all of that when i’ve worked my ass of to at least try and get you to talk to me?’ you hissed, standing up and turning around, running a hand through your hair out of frustration.

you didn’t care anymore. you just wanted to know how much you hated how he made you feel.

‘y/n, you say this stuff expecting me to get on my fucking knees and apologise and be best fucking friends with you, but i don’t know what say. i don’t have to fucking talk to you, or look at you, or even pay attention to you. and i’m sorry if your used to that from other people, but i’m not fucking one of them.’ he said, and with that, you turned for the door. you didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

‘i can’t believe i had a fucking crush on you. your awful, hamzah. fucking awful.’ you said, walking away from him and opening the door, slamming it behind you before he could respond to what you had said. you didn’t want him to. let him know how you felt, and what he lost because of his own actions. he had his chance to apologise, to explain his hostile behaviour, but he didn’t, and you would never give him that chance again.

you left the party after that, and returned home to your apartment. you couldn’t even cry, or look at your phone, and settled for sitting on your couch with your cat, second guessing every last thing you’ve ever said to him.

that was when you realised that you didn’t have to care anymore, because you knew he was a waste of time, and you certainly didn’t have to put effort into trying desperately to him like you anymore. what had happened was a way for you to move on from him, and that was exactly what you were going to do.

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cherriegyuu · 1 year ago

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high for this | csc/kmg

pairing: seungcheol x f!reader x mingyu genre: smut word count: 4.3k warnings: minors do not interact, threesome, dirty talking, swearing, petnames, oral, multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, unprotected sex (don't do this), boob play, kind of intense, little bit of degradation, anal (?) a/n: this happened... i blame @ressonancee, she made me do it, also thank u to @ssinboo too for helping me, both of you 💕 this is my last fic of the year, so why not make it the wildest thing i've ever written? lower case was intencional. read it through once, probably needs a lot of editing

"is there anything you want to try?"

you looked up from your toenails to find your boyfriend's strong gaze on you. it was a sunday night much like any other sunday, you were watching a movie together while you painted your nails. much to your dislike, that week you had an appointment with a nail stylist but she had to cancel last minute so it was up to you to do your own nails. you liked doing it by yourself, but only your hands.

"hm" you looked at the bright numbers on your phone. it was just past eight, around time for dinner "i feel like pizza, you?"

seungcheol nodded and reached for his phone, texting the place you usually ordered from, mindlessly typing away on his phone.

"that was not really the question though," he said looking at you "i asked if there's anything you'd like to try"

you cocked your head to the side, not sure what he meant but since you were talking about food just a second before, you figured that it was still the topic. the movie too was about a waitress turned chef, so it seemed like a natural path of conversation.

"i don't know, all the places i want to try don't deliver and i don't feel like going out" you murmured.

your boyfriend laughed, his hand tracing random circles around your ankle.

"in sex, babe. something you want to try while we have sex"

if life was like a cartoon or an animation, you were certain that there was probably going to be a question mark over your head. you thought that there was nothing wrong with your sex life, if anything it was great.

thorughout the three and a half years you and seungcheol had been together, sex had never been boring or dull. if anything it was always exciting. you had always been eager to try different things and fulfill most, if not all, of each other's fantasies.

so his question, though not really surprising, was somewhat unexpected.

"not that i can think of right now, why?"

he chuckled, turning his eyes back to his phone, and quickly typing your order. he didn't need to ask what kind of pizza you wanted, it was always the same order. you were sure that when the workers saw his name they didn't need to read the order in full.

"because i think there’s something you've always wanted to try and never told me"

you started to shake your head but stopped midway, narrowing your eyes at him.

"how do you know?"

he turned around, now completely facing you on the bed, and pulled your feet up on his leg. many times before seungcheol had painted your nails for you, the reasons usually varied a lot, but you knew that this time he was trying to get you to confess to him.

he would have to work a little harder for that.

"baby, i know what ticks you. you can try to hide it all you want, but in the end, you're not the innocent girl everyone thinks you are"

you bit your lip, thinking just how far you could talk. there was only one fantasy that you were yet to complete and though he was your boyfriend and judgment from him was usually very low, if it even happened at all, you weren't sure if the one you kept a secret was one he would like to hear, much less make it happen for you.

the truth was that seungcheol was more on the jealous side of the spectrum of the boyfriends you had in your life. he was, undoubtedly, number one on that list. so, perhaps, telling him that you would like to partake in a threesome would not be the best idea.

"i don't know if i should tell you about it"

seungcheol's eyes were focused on the brush running over your nail but you didn't miss the way he ran his tongue over his inner cheek.

"if you don't say it out loud, i'm not going to make it happen"

you analyzed him for a second, narrowed eyes at the way he looked so nonchalant about it. he looked too calm with the idea. familiar with the thought already.

"you've done it before!" you said, mouth agape, sort of laughing, shaking his arm "when? with who? you and two girls, or you, a guy and a girl? oh, oh oh! you and other two guys?"

of course that was it. of course, that was why he was so chill about it.

"i'm going to mess up your nails," he said without raising his eyes, a hint of entertainment in his voice.

"who cares about my nails? i want the stories"

seungcheol said that he knew what made you tick but you also knew how to get him to do the things you wanted. you patted his hands away from your feet and climbed on his lap, making sure to stretch your legs behind him so you wouldn't mess up your nails, which would make seungcheol pout like a child.

"tell me," you asked, in your sweetest voice, poking at his dimples that decided to make an appearance.

he set his hands around your waist, a grin on his face when he pushed his hand under your shirt - his shirt actually - so he could touch your skin.

"me, a guy and a girl"

you sighed and kissed him. the image of him, you and someone else crept up in your mind again, and slouched over him again.

"i'll let you pick whoever you..."

"mingyu" you said even before he could finish his sentence.

he pinched your waist, pouting.

"you could at least pretend to think about it"

you had thought about it, more times than you were willing to admit. out of all the people you knew, mingyu was the only one who ever crossed your mind.

"i'll make it happen"

you sat in the middle of the bed, expectantly looking from seungcheol, who stood close to door, to mingyu, who anxiously shifted his weight from a foot the other on side of the room.

after seungcheol said that he was going to make it happen, he never mentioned the situation again. and although it had been fun to tease him that day, you didn't want to push your luck with him.

it took him a couple of weeks to say anything at all and then he suddenly just said "mingyu will come by tomorrow"

no dinner, no wine, beer, or talk. it was just an announcement and then the three of you were in the same room, expectantly looking at each other.

"you should kiss her, get her in the mood," seungcheol said to mingyu "this was something she wanted to try, but i think she got a little shy now that you're here"

mingyu adverted his eyes from seungcheol and finally set them on you again, trying to make sure that it was really okay to touch you. when all you did was blink at him, he hesitated.

"do you actually want this?" he asked, looking over at seungcheol who smiled while leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

your silence didn't come from cold feet or suddenly having second thoughts, it was more because you felt hot all over. neither of them had even touched you yet but just the fact that both of them were in the same room with you and you knew what was about to happen. your mind had sort of stopped functioning the moment you saw mingyu walk in, trailing behind seungcheol.

"dude, maybe some other time," he said to seungcheol "i don't think she wants this"

"no," you said finding your voice again, suddenly gripping his large hand "i want this, i'm just a little nervous"

mingyu didn't need to be told twice. he had gotten a green light from you and that was all he needed to move. he started with your shoulder. he placed a light kiss on your skin, brushing away your hair and the strap of your nightgown.

you never thought that seungchel would agree to something like that and that was why you never told him about it. being with two men was one of your fantasies and while your boyfriend had worked hard to meet all of them, you were certain that there was one he would never say yes to. and yet, somehow, there you were, in the middle of your bedroom with the two hottest men you had ever laid eyes on.

the promise of what was about to happen was more than enough to get you started.

mingyu trailed kisses up your neck. the contrast between the delicate caress of his lips and the roughness of his hands was enough to make your legs shake a little. finally, his lips touched yours. tentatively at first, mimicking the silky touch of just a second before. when you responded to his actions, hand gripping his forearms, mingyu deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing past your lips, demanding control.

whenever you imagined yourself in such a position, the third person never had a face. it was only you and seungcheol and someone else, a faceless man. but the second you met mingyu, months before, he became the faceless man in your fantasies. just how many times had you imagined yourself in between the two men, falling apart in their arms?

countless had been the nights you woke up needy, after yet another dream, turning to seungcheol desperate, begging for more and more.

just as mingyu slightly pulled back you felt seungcheol behind you, his hand on your upper thigh, dragging the fabric of your gown up. he made a pleased sound on the back of his throat when he didn't feel the usual band of underwear. you thought that there was no point in wearing one.

“i'm going to blindfold you now” seungcheol whispered, lightly nibbling at your earlobe.

you moaned when you felt the lace being placed over your eyes at the same time mingyu kissed your chest, his thumb running over your nipple.

seungcheol wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back flush against him, his lips sucking your skin as mingyu left airy kisses over your chest.

you had completely forfeited control at that point, even if maybe it was a little early for that. the lace covering your eyes only gave you small glimpses of the man in front of you, of his chest still covered in the white t-shirt he had on when he arrived, his tanned skin. but even if you were able to see a little, there was still so much that you didn't and that made every touch feel hotter, needier, more demanding.

you felt seungcheol taking a couple of steps back, until both of you were seated on the middle bed.

"why the blindfold?" you asked.

seungcheol pulled your weight over him, his hands pushing your gown down at the same time mingyu pushed it up, leaving all the fabric pooling around your waist.

"because you like it, because i want you to enjoy this to the fullest" his voice was low, rough, and each word that left his lips sent waves through your body, straight to your core "so enjoy it while he eats you out and then fucks you, there won't be a second chance. i won't share you again"

one of the reasons you even said yes in the first place to the idea was because mingyu was leaving town soon. he got a job in another city and it required him to move. so when seungcheol brought up you fantasy and teased you with it, agreeing and choosing mingyu had been easy. you wouldn't have to see him again any time soon, so there was no chance of you being embarrassed in front of him. by the time you saw him again, the things you allowed both of them to do to you would be a distant memory.

"when do you fuck me?"

that was the whole point of the night, you thought, having both of them at the same, but in seungcheol's little speech, there was no mention of him.

his chest vibrated with laughter, chuckling.

"i will, baby, don't worry"

seungcheol snaked his arm around you waist, his fingers sliding over you until he reached your thighs. your boyfriend pushed your leg to the side, while mingyu did the exact same thing, leaving you in complete display for him.

"if you don't like something," seungcheol said, his breath tingling your skin "if you want to stop, whatever it is. just say it, and we'll stop"

you could see it perfectly in your mind, mingyu kneeling on the floor, kissing you while looking up to see your reaction. one thing about having one of your senses taken away was the fact that everything felt magnified. so the touches weren't simple touches anymore. actions that normally would have only made you excited about the situation, suddenly made you horny.

there was no need to touch yourself to know that you were already wet and you had only started. your muscles started to tense up in anticipation of what was to come.

no imagination or dream could have prepared you for the reality that was mingyu. instead of playing with you a little more, something that he would definitely enjoy doing, mingyu placed three small breathy kisses on your pelvis before his lips finally found your center.

his tongue was one of a man who knew what he was doing.

it started with a tickle, a flutter of a touch and then it was all too consuming.

you moaned when he wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you closer to him. the sounds were all loud, wet, and dirty, and somehow you felt hotter with each passing second.

"more" you begged.

he flicked your clit once, then twice, before pulling it into his mouth, sucking hard like it was a goddamned lollipop. he kept going until you became a begging mess in front of him, your hand found its way to his hair and pressed him harder over you.

seungcheol let out a hum of approval from behind you, finally placing his hands on you. he pinched your nipples, tugging at them harshly only increasing your pleasure, all the while mingyu blew and lightly bit on your clit.

it felt like being worshiped by the two men. two sets of hands all over your body whose only purpose was to pleasure you.

mingyu slid a finger inside of you, without warning, making you arch and seungcheol tighten his grip around your waist.

"she's so loud," mingyu said, pleased.

seungcheol laughed again, kissing your neck. he wrapped his hand around your neck, forcing your head back. your moan was swallowed by his hungry lips.

"add another finger, she'll get even louder"

you felt mingyu’s devilish smile, before he did exactly what seungcheol said. the stretch was simply perfect. he curled his fingers just the right way, pushing them all the way in before almost pulling out, while his tongue paid full attention to your clit. there was no stopping the moans that escaped your lips, loud and needy. the combination of mingyu's agile tongue and seungcheol’s skilled hands was enough to drive you crazy.

“it’s okay baby,” seungcheol whispered, pinching your nipples relentlessly “you can cum on his fingers”

his words were enough to drive you over the edge. your grip on mingyu’s hair tightened, your free hand searching for seungcheol’s thigh. mingyu held you closer when your head started to spin, your legs shaking, licking you as if you were an ice cream he couldn’t get enough of. he flattened his tongue, licking you in one big motion, his fingers moving faster. all of it almost too much but you catch yourself begging:

“ah… don’t stop… please”

you were arching, pleading, demanding and you didn’t care. never before had you felt like that and you knew it was only the beginning.

suddenly mingyu’s hands and lips were gone, but just for a second. he crawled over your body. you touched the lace covering your eyes, wanting to push it away, needing to see both men, but your boyfriend stopped you, pushing your hands away.

“the fold stays on” he said and suddenly his voice became a distant sound, muffled by the weight of mingyu over you, his lips demanding your attention.

you could taste your release on him, and you couldn’t help but moan a little at the feel of his naked chest over yours. somewhere along the way he had taken his shirt off. the bulge in his sweats giving you the tiniest bit of friction but not nearly enough.

you wanted to see seungcheol's face, wanted to study and memorize every tiny expression on his face. wanted to see if his eyes darkened like they usually did when he was aroused, if the moment was also pleasurable for him, or if he was doing all of it because it was something you wanted.

“but i want to see you”

seungcheol was a hands-on kind of boyfriend, not in a suffocating kind of way, but in a way that made you feel cherished. his hands were always on you. if you were both in the same room there was no way he was going to stay away.

one of your friends decided to have her bachelorette in the same club her fiancé was having his bachelor's party, to which seungcheol had been invited to. though the night started as expected, somewhere around 2 am you found your boyfriend sitting by your side when you had gotten too tired to keep dancing with the other girls.

if he was driving, his hand was on your leg or holding onto yours; if you were walking down the street, his arm was around your shoulders. he was always all over you.

“get on your knees,” he said.

there was no need for you to make a single movement when mingyu turned you around and dropped you on the bed like you were some kind of ragged doll. laughing might not have been the best reaction but it was the only one you had to give.

“you wanna her first?” mingyu asked.

“you can have her”

something about the way they talked, as if you had no say and were there only for their entertainment, turned on you even further.

the sound of plastic being torn was the only one in the room, as well as your small pants, while you still tried to catch your breath. you desperately wanted to remove the blindfold. for whatever reason, you enjoyed the sight of a man rolling up a condom. maybe you liked that it helped build anticipation or maybe you just liked knowing what was in store for you.

even so, you put your ass as high up as you possibly could, your knees apart.

“i guess she's excited” mingyu said, his tone cocky as he ran his hand over your ass “nice and slow, or hard and fast?”

mingyu pressed the tip of his fingers to your cunt, moving them up and down a couple of times, getting his fingers wet, and then running them over his dick. not that he needed it, he knew that he could just slide in without effort, but he enjoyed seeing you tremble on fingers one more time.

he aligned his tip with your entrance, rubbing himself on you a couple of times but stilled a second later, waiting for your answer.

"in, would be great"

he laughed, slowly pushing inside. you were a little sensitive but that only heightened the feeling. your breath hitched as he finally sank into you. you held onto the sheets, hands balled into fists, squirming, urging him to just fucking move. he wasn't as thick as seungcheol but he was long, touching you somewhere that you were yet to be touched by anyone before.

suddenly you felt seungcheol's cock against your lips, his thumb forcing them open. he thrust himself in, hitting the back of your throat just as mingyu started to move.

their paces were completely different, while mingyu pushed in long, sensual strokes, seungcheol forced his hips harshly, holding your head in place until you squeezed his waist. despite being different, they somehow felt complementary to each other.

an unfamiliar sound left your lips, a weird mix of a moan and a gasp for air. your boyfriend wrapped your hair in his hand, pulling on it, forcing your head back. it should have been painful but it only made you clench around mingyu's cock.

"look at you" seungcheol chuckled a little, his fingers running across your face, further turning you into a mess of tears and spit "taking two cocks at the same time"

you moaned when he pushed himself into your mouth again, at the same time mingyu started to move faster, his index fingers circling your hole.

"wouldn't you just love it if he pushed his finger in a little" seungcheol taunted "all holes filled like a good little slut"

you cried, needing more of everything.

the entire situation was degrading, from your actions to his words, but you were beyond caring. all of it was just beyond anything you could have ever imagined. every sort of contact you had with a threesome before, from hearing your friends talk about it, reading it, watching it, imagining it, was nothing compared to the reality.

"oh she loves to be called a slut" mingyu grunted "she's milking me, man, i'm not gonna last much longer"

mingyu's thrusts became frantic, almost sloppy and he lost his constant tempo.

"in my mouth" you pulled away from seungcheol long enough to say.

to hell with seungcheol’s rules and blindfold. you turned around, whimpering at the emptiness, pulling the blindfold from your eyes and tossing it aside.

mingyu stood at the edge of the bed, one foot propped on the mattress. his large hand stocking his cock, a grin on his face while you crawled towards him. his dick right in front of your face, long, veins high, a thick layer of your juices coated him. you moaned as you pulled the condom away before you took him in your mouth.

you knew what pulling away from seungcheol would cause, in fact you were hoping for it. so when you felt his hands roughly grab your hips, you smiled. the scream that left you when he slammed into you wasn't of pain, but of pure pleasure. he moved hard and fast, leaving you no room to breathe. you cried, your nails digging into mingyu's flesh as seungcheol mercilessly fucked you. your boyfriend grunted with every thrust.

you felt mingyu’s dick twitch in your mouth, scraping him with your teeth, making him hiss.

“i’m gonna cum in you sweet little mouth, sweetheart” he said, grabbing the hair at your scalp, forcing himself all the way in, holding himself in place, until he found his release.

slowly he rocked his hips, his hot cum running down your throat. you sucked him dry, not a single drop left behind.

you felt a second wave of pleasure consume you and the entire world seemed like it was crashing down around you when seungcheol inserted his index inside your only empty hole, a second later his middle finger too.

“yes, cheol, fuck”

your entire body contracted, shaking in absolute, delirious, pleasure. it went through your entire body in waves, from your head to your toes.

seungcheol kept going, moving into your sensitive slit restlessly. you cried out again, feeling your orgasm build once more when you felt him fill you with his warm cum.

“that's my perfect cum slut, filled to the brim” cheol praised you

you allowed your limp body to fall on the mattress, face down, completely exhausted but feeling pleased in a way you had never before.

but seungcheol wasn't done with you, not yet anyway. he turned you around, his hand immediately found your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles, in a way that he knew drove you crazy.

“no” you said

you tried to close your legs, holding his hand still. you were too sensitive, your body entirely too tired to keep going. seungcheol got on top of you, using his knees to keep your thighs apart.

“remember what you promised, baby?” he whispered, kissing your cheek tenderly, “you said that you would cum for me the same you came for him”

you shook your head, small tears forming on the corners of your eyes. yes, you had promised, but you couldn’t follow through with it

“i can't, it's too much”

“you can, baby” he pressed harder against your clit, adding two fingers inside of you, curling them just the right way “give me one more. just one more”

your body tensed up once again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. his words were the last straw, enough to drive you once again to the edge. a scream rippled through you, your hips bulking up from the bed hard enough that seungcheol had to hold you in place.

you struggled to breathe again, your lungs doing a terrible job at what they were supposed to do. the situation became a little worse when seungcheol dropped his entire weight over you, pulling his digits out of you. he too breathed heavily. you ran your hand over his hair, caressing it while you slowly came back to your senses.

"you okay?" he pushed back to look at you, pushing your hair away from your face "was it too much?"

you shook your head, smiling at him. you couldn't talk yet, body still shaking a little, sensitive all over. you were certain that you looked like a complete mess, you could feel your entire body sticky with sweat.

seungcheol kissed your cheek again, pulling the sheets from your bed over you. you left knowing what he was doing.

"dude, i've seen it all. in fact, i did a little more than just look at it"

“keep talking and your eyes will magically disappear”

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astracora · 2 months ago

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Drunken Confession - Rafayel

Characters: Rafayel x gn!mc

Warnings: Very Drunk MC and Rafayel, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2656

Written: 26th February 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship, with Rafayel and the main MC I write for. I am still feeling super soft from Raffy's birthday trailer, so this one is even more sappy.

Masterlist AO3

<- Caleb <-Zayne <-Xavier Sylus -> Poly!LADs ->

Rafayel sulks, all through listening to Thomas talk. He had finally convinced you to come with him to an exhibit not as his bodyguard, and as his actual date. Though he hadn't quite used the words.

You hadn't really taken the offer overly seriously, he supposes the jovial tone he'd used hadn't lent itself to you hearing 'Just be my date for tonight, Cutie' as what he truly meant, 'Stay by my side forever'. You had agreed though, allowing him to pick you out an outfit to match his own.

Normally when you accompanied him, you kept your weapons at your side, and wore the same outfits he saw you fighting in. Too serious, too prepared to actually do the job he'd 'hired' you for. There were times he almost regretted that that was the only idea he could come up with, to keep you close. The first thought in his mind.

He'd had to think of something, after all. He just hadn't expected you to take it so seriously.

He'd be grouchy about his ability to protect himself, and you, if it weren't so delightful seeing you so willing to fight for him.

The moment he'd walked in with you, holding your hand tightly, fingers entwined, joy thrumming through his veins, he'd been excited for an exhibit. An odd feeling, his love for art, often tempered by the fact that it was his job. That his pursuit of inspiration through pain, meant to profit off the agony of his people, of his dying world.

A reminder every day, that he had gotten here off the backs of the lost.

Your presence brought him a sense of calm, he wanted to drown in. It had not lasted long, he'd been pulled away by Thomas to talk to people. Those who wanted to buy his works, those who wanted to talk his ear off over how they felt over his pieces. Those who simply wanted to be seen with him, for their own benefits.

An exhausting way to spend time, when instead he could be showing you his work, asking you what you thought. You'd given him that small uncomfortable smile, and pulled away, disappearing into the crowds, telling him you'd be fine.

He knows you won't be fine. You dislike crowds, the noises overwhelm and you want to avoid events like this. You come because you care, and you want to protect him as his bodyguard. Otherwise you'd rather visit him at the studio, watch him paint, or walk along the beach with him.

Rafayel would prefer that too.

He fidgets and looks around, as people are talking at him, trying to stifle his urge to yawn. He doesn't want yet another lecture from Thomas, that keeps him from your company a moment longer.

It's impossible to spot you, unable to find the flash of red in your outfit like Reddie's tail, or the white hair.

His patience wears thin, already stretched to its limits, fracturing and ready to snap at a moment. He has to get out of this droll conversation, with people he doesn't care about. Thomas is an exception, and even then, there are places he'd rather be. People he'd rather see.

"I need the toilet." Rafayel blurts out. If he wasn't ready to start a small fire just to get out of the conversation, he'd cringe inwardly at his choice of escape.

He really had to work on his spontaneous methods to solve problems.

Ignoring the looks he gets, and the sigh Thomas releases, he escapes. Running away like he's desperate, which he is. Just not for what they think.

Scouring the room, he eventually finds you, hidden away in a corner, rubbing at your arm, draining a glass of champagne you turn your nose up at. As you finish it, you scowl at it, like the taste has insulted you. He passes a waiter, slips him some money, takes the entire tray, and sneaks up behind you.

"Hey cutie, you here alone?" He speaks over your shoulder, watching as you jump, stepping back. You almost slip, before his hand takes your waist, pulling you closer, and steadying you.

When you see him, and see his smile, you smile back. Relieved, and saved.

He preens a little at the expression, at the warmth in your eyes. At the way you're comforted by him.

"I am. My date," You stress the word, turning your face away from him, "abandoned me to be very important." You aren't fully turned away, peering at him out the corner of your eye, unable to fight back the amusement.

He hands you a glass, "Spend some time with me then, I'm far less important. You could have me all to yourself." You take it from him, tilting it up to your mouth. "We could go somewhere quieter?"

It's a serious question, and as he watches you drink, balancing the tray in one of his hands, he gets a small idea. Placing the tray in your free hand, and darting off. When he returns, he's holding a full bottle of it in hand.

You blink at him, and then laugh, almost spilling your drink as you raise your hand to cover your mouth. Trying to muffle the noise, so no one comes to find the both of you, "Are you trying to get me drunk and alone, fishie?"

His grin is buoyed and boyish, he knows that. "Of course, cutie. Come on." He waits for you to put the now empty glass in your hand down, abandoning the tray, but taking two empty glasses, and then he pulls you with him. Out the back of the exhibit hall, into the surrounding gardens.

They're normally closed off when an event is happening, but he happily uses his EVOL to melt through the lock. If Thomas looked he'd figure it out, but the chances of it getting pinned on him, is low enough to be worth the risk. At worst he'd have to pay for a new lock, he assumes.

You still give him a scandalised look, and fight the amusement back as you poke him in the side, "Raffy, if you get in trouble for this-"

"It's fine, cutie. No one will know." Probably.

As he tugs you along, he imagines for a moment, running away from a wedding. His new spouse at his side, his heart thundering in his chest at your beck and call, and finding somewhere you can be alone.

A daydream on a fish's fin, amidst turbulent tides.

It still makes the mark on his chest burn, yearning and desire, keeping his heart alive.

When he finds a sufficient place, he pulls you down into grass, catching the glasses before they fall from your grasp. The two of you sit, surrounded by flowers and shadows, and he snaps his fingers, to call a small flame to light up your face. The shadows cast across your cheeks, the laughter in your face. The slight wavering to your eyes.

You are almost in his lap, close enough he could reach out and pull you into it. To distract himself, he fills a glass for you, handing it over, and fills his own. Downing it quickly, and starting on another, then another, until he feels sufficiently caught up to you.

Alcohol always makes it just a little bit easier, for him to wear out the edges of his grief. To soften the lines of his bitter pain. To look at you and quieten the agony of so many lost memories.

The bottle doesn't last long, as the more he drinks, and the more you drink, the closer the two of you get. His cheeks are heated, and he's glad for the small fiery fish swimming to help you see each other, because it cannot reveal just how flushed he is. Just how quickly the alcohol affects him.

You lie with your legs over his lap, his fingers drift over your leg, drawing patterns on your skin as you talk. Animated, hands moving, occasionally sitting up quickly just to poke at his cheeks.

"I definitely saw one of those really rich guys, spill a drink down himself. He was stood at the side scrubbing furiously."

"Never drink red wine at these things, if you're wearing a white shirt, I learned that the hard way."

You sit up, moving so you can sit on his lap, pinching his cheeks, "Did the fishie make a mess?"

For a moment he can't speak, looking down at you. At how you're sat, pressed against him. One arm draped over his shoulder, as you pinch, and pull just a bit. He swallows, once, and before you can realise how close you are, he pulls you closer. One arm around your waist, one hand taking yours wear it pinches at his cheeks.

His voice is a little shaky when he speaks, and he wants to shake himself to be calmer. Sauve, maybe? Can he be sauve right now?

"All over myself. Right in front of some of the investors Thomas spent weeks wining and dining. Horrible. He lectured me for hours."

You laugh, softly, head falling down to his shoulder, nose brushing against his neck, and his head feels fuzzy. The sensation of your skin so warm against his, that feels like ice. Goosebumps raise at every point you touch. He can't tell what is the alcohol and what is the bond. What is you.

"It's not funny cutie, I was humiliated." He whines, hand tangling your fingers together, so that he can carefully brush your fingertips over his lips. He almost whines for a very different reason. The line between the person he wants to be with you, and the person he is underneath the bravado thinning. "I can't believe my bodyguard wouldn't support me in my agony."

Your fingers pinch his lips, making them pucker, but your other hand runs through the back of his hair, easing into his scalp. His hips jump, jostling you in his lap, and he bites down on the noise he almost lets out. "Who is this bodyguard, Raffy? I thought I was your date."

The word is stressed again, but this time, your eyes are in front of him. Mismatched gaze focusing on his own. Looking in his face for something. Head tilting to the side, hair falling over your eyes.

He doesn't know if you find it, but you lean back on his shoulder again.

"You're right." He speaks through a tight throat, "I brought my date here to show them my work."

"Your date sees your work often."

"Are you bored of it?" It hurts more to ask than he thought it would. There's a feeling of fear lurking under the words. Something that he puts so much of himself into… he doesn't want you to not find worth in it.

Anyone else can think whatever they like about his worth. He just wants you to value him, his pain, his love, everything he offers.

You must hear it, able to see parts of him, even when he hides them. No matter how hard he tries to only show you what he wants you to see, he always seems to trip up. Always seems to leave a crack in the wall. Sitting back up, your hands moving to his cheeks, so you can turn his face this way and that.

"Bored?" You ask, incredulous, eyes widening. You look stunned, shocked and confused. Like the very concept stuns you. You shake your head, overly quickly, as though trying to force the point home. Before you have to steady yourself against him. Letting out a groan. "Shouldn't have shaken my head that much." He moves his hand from your waist to your neck. Easing circles into the back of it, to help with the onset of dizziness.

He really should have brought out some water too. He can feel the hazy heat in his own head, the slight delay in his vision.

You eventually relax again, smile returning, "I could never be bored of you Raffy." Your thumb brushes over his lips, and he kisses it quickly before he misses his chance. "I want to always keep seeing the world you do. Every painting, every sculpture, every song."

Leaning over, you press a kiss to his cheek, and he wants to cry. Barely fights the urge to cling to you and sob. To beg you to stay there forever, and never ever leave him.

He wants to share everything with you, tell you about the pain that shapes his world, share every secret he's ever had, all his feelings, all his thoughts. He wants you to know him better than anyone else ever could hope to.

He wants to never release your hand, for the rest of eternity. No matter how many incarnations of you he has to find. No matter how much it hurts to be forgotten, to be lost, to keep looking for you no matter what, that he has to deal with the bitter hurt and the cold edge of pain. That he would do it over and over and over again, as long as you look at him, and touch him, and love him.

He is bound to you, and he wants you to be as bound to him.

Even if he is terrified of you seeing him, every version of him, and fearing him or hating him.

Even if you could never truly understand him, not really.

Because he will not let you. He cannot.

To be so vulnerable, to the one he loves, is a Lemurian's greatest strength and weakness.

When the moment comes, he hopes you dance through the pyre together, and drown together. He's sure he'll be able to turn that into his greatest painting, his most heartfelt song.

"Keep showing me your world Rafayel. Forever, alright?" You urge, squeezing his cheeks, and shaking him from his thoughts. "As your bodyguard, or as your date." The tease comes back to your voice, but your eyes are steady, your expression serious. You're opening the door for him, so he can step through when he's ready.

"Maybe one day I'll paint you, cutie." He manages on a whisper, leaning forwards, nose brushing yours. So close he might kiss you. Your eyes flutter closed, but he cannot cross the line. Fingers trembling against your skin, so he moves past your lips, chin resting on your shoulder, lips at your ear. "Stay with me forever, and I will."

He clings to you, in his lap, holding you against him, willing you to make a promise that will bond you in the same way as he is bonded to you. His word your chain, like yours are his. Mutual and constricting in all the ways he wants. You're worlds apart, and he wishes for more than anything, for you to be able to cross a line impossible to join him in his, or he in yours. Ever since he was a child, even now as an adult.

"I promise." You speak, and he knows it's a drunken haze, and he knows you'll forget tomorrow, and he knows that you'll forget so much more, no matter how much the knowledge aches.

He knows your promise cannot bind you like his will bind him. He also knows you do not lie to him, as easily as he lies to you.

So consciously aware of every part of the divide of ocean and land. Of human and lemurian. Of everything that means he cannot truly be understood by you, as long as you do not remember everything that mattered before. Even though it aches.

Still, he watches the sunrise with you in his arms, as the both of you ease into slumber.

And he makes a note to paint his heart one day, decorate a canvas with it, even if you never were easy to capture on paper.

#love and deepspace #lnds #lads #wonder writes #lads x reader #lads x mc #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #lads rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel x you #rafayel qi #rafayel #lnds rafayel #l&ds rafayel

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b14augrana · 10 months ago

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Your sister throws a party for you after you win your first official fight, and you end up having a talk with her girlfriend

Ona Batlle x teen!Bronze!reader

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Warnings: reader is a boxer but i have 0 boxing knowledge + pretty badly written 😬😬, bunch of sister-in-law bonding time, short little fic

A/N: bit of a different fic, i didn’t want to write this prompt and it took a lot of back and forth decision making but i hope you enjoy 💁‍♀️

Football has never been your thing. Growing up, you’d sit in the backyard and watch your older sister practice all sorts of football-y things, occasionally urging you to give it a try in, but you were never interested. Your thing was boxing.

It was a bit random to most people, granted how good your sister was at football and how much everyone in your family seemed to like it. You could almost perfectly imitate the looks on people’s faces when you told them you were a boxer and you disliked football.

All of the confused faces and questions and people trying to convince you to switch sports never managed to stop you. Sheer determination is what got you to where you are now.

Obviously, you’re not like your sister. Lucy is a world class defender with more accolades than you can remember on top of being one of the faces of women’s football. What most people don’t know about her though, is that she is better at being your big sister than being anything else. She’s the only person you trust without a second thought.

When you’re sad about something? Lucy. When you’re angry? Lucy. When you need help with homework? Lucy. When you have a super important secret that’s bugging you? Lucy.

Your first fight was super important to you. The whole week leading up to it, it was all you could talk about. When you got out of school early and went to Lucy’s training, you spared nobody from your rambles of excitement.

So, when you totally didn’t want a party after your first official boxing match that you ended up winning and you need to count on someone to throw you a party? Lucy.

You didn’t want a party, not really. That didn’t stop Lucy from throwing one anyways. Your basement turned into a dark blue haven, voices barely audible over the music blaring from multiple speakers.

She had invited your friends, as well as some of her teammates. You recognised Aitana and Fridolina, and you had a conversation with them, which Lucy crashed to talk their heads off about your fight and how incredible it was to watch before proceeding to insist that they come watch your next fight. Y’know, classic big sister things, because she knew how much you hated non-family members watching your matches. Like, seriously, you hated it.

If you knew your sister at all, you knew she would’ve invited her girlfriend to this party, so as she was talking to Aitana and Frido about the boxing match, you scanned the room for her. You had met Ona before but your conversations were always brief; either between breaks at training or while she waited in the living room for Lucy to get ready to go out somewhere.

She was nice, but you’ve always been wary of people your sister dates, especially after her and Keira called it off.

You found her sitting on the sofa, scrolling on her phone with her drink in the other hand. You felt bad, because she was all alone, and obviously her other teammates and girlfriend were in the middle of a conversation.

She looked up when she realised you approaching her, and a smile crossed her face when you occupied the vacant spot beside her. “Hi (Y/N),” she greeted.

“Hi Ona. I knew you’d get dragged here,” you responded, reciprocating her bright smile. She laughed at your comment and nodded, placing her phone in her lap.

“I heard about your fight. Congratulations!” she said, and you shook your head. “I think everyone’s heard about it and if not, Lucy will make sure they do,” you grumbled.

“She’s proud to be your big sister, that’s all it is,” Ona replied, and a slightly awkward silence lingered between you two after her words. There wasn’t much silence due to the music, but no words were exchanged, until you spoke.

You turned to her, squinting slightly to see her properly in the light. “I don’t normally like people dating my sister, because she’s my best friend and I have very high standards for who I’d accept as her girlfriend since she deserves only the best…” you started.

Ona looked at you, and you didn’t know it, but her stomach sank just then. Her muscles tensed as she looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with worry that she was trying to suppress. She knew how much Lucy loved you, her little sister, so being accepted by you came above all. She had an inkling that was all about to come crashing down.

“…But you’re different. If I want anyone to date my sister, it’s you.”

The brunette’s expression completely shifted from nervousness to surprise. Her mouth fell agape slightly, and it was near impossible to combat her smile. A warm and fuzzy feeling is what she’d call the emotion blooming in her heart.

In a shy voice, you spoke once more, convincing yourself that you’ll manage as you asked her your question.

“Would you, maybe.. want to come watch my next fight?”

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cerastes · 1 month ago

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Monster Hunter World - Drimo Edition

I am going to sum up my thoughts of the pre-post game, base game experience of Monster Hunter World as someone who used to actively dislike Monster Hunter and who, in the last 2 weeks, has had a veritable blast with Monster Hunter World, and who defeated Xeno'jiiva last night. Most of the intended readers for this are familiar with my background, but in case an unrelated reader finds this to be something they'd like to read, a fast and dirty breakdown of my background is that I am in love with fast action games and in true love with FromSoft games, by which I mean not just Soulsborne, but also Armored Core, Shadow Tower and King's Field (and The Adventures Of Cookie & Cream, but that one's not important here), having grown up with FromSoft well before Demon's came out: The first Armored Core for the PS1 is a childhood favorite of mine and my first FromSoft title. I have done speedruns of Dark Souls 1, have cleared DS1, Bloodborne and DS3 in no level up challenges, and DS2 in a no death challenge. This intro is not to stroke my epic gamer penis, rather, it is to contrast this experience with my Monster Hunter experience prior to World: I gave Tri a go, and I did not like it, dropped it fast, then many years later, I gave Rise's demo a try and did Not Jive With It. I am a Complete Noob when it comes to MH. I want to credit @kc5rings for selling me an extremely compelling look into this game franchise I had basically written into my No Flight List and made me want to give it one last, third try. I want to thank @lc87 and @fractalanimus for playing the game with me when the time came to do sidequests, grind out some rare drops, and in general teach me the finer minutia of MH that you only learn through word of mouth, experience, or looking up guides, the last of which I'm allergic to. Three Wonderful People! And I want to thank a lot of different people in my notes through the Posting Of MH World that gave me different useful tips.

Very long post to it'll be under a cut.

The first thing I want to say, after this foreplay, is that to everyone that, through more than a decade, told me "dude you like Dark Souls, play Monster Hunter, you also dodge attacks, you'll like it!", you do not know how to sell your game. These games have a few overlaps, but they are very, very different beasts, they play fundamentally different and dare I say opposite in many regards. The moment I stopped trying to play Dark Souls in Monster Hunter, no, the moment I stopped trying to apply my prior knowledge of nearly all action games in Monster Hunter, was the moment it really started to click that this is more of an action positional turn based game than an action game. In Dark Souls, for example, you and enemies have really good tracking and adjustment, and even in Dark Souls 1, a game slow by the modern standards of the formula, you find speed similar to the fastest in the base World -- I've not played Iceborne -- there is a relation of economy of action and speed of action equals the amount of turns you can take. You take turns in Soulsborne as well, but the way you take and steal them is by knowing your attack speed, how many times you can swing and roll before running out of stamina, and how these factors interact with each of the enemy's attacks. This is reactive turn based action combat, where your main way of staying alive is properly timing your i-frames to the enemy's moves and then not overextending your stamina usage so you can both attack and get ready for the next affront. In Monster Hunter, you have way fewer i-frames, but conversely, both Hunter and Monster are extremely committal in their attacks, there's almost no adjustment, and the relation is instead economy of action and position instead of speed of action: Faster and less positionally important moves are weaker proportional to their convenience (Dual Blades, Bow for example), slower and more positionally important moves are vice versa stronger due to how inconvenient they are (Great Sword TCS). Your main way to evade attacks is to move to where you shouldn't be and not being there; your have a super high i-frame universal option in the sprinting dive, but this is entirely defensive and sacrifices your turn for a very safe move, which is antithetical to the offensive defense MH likes to encourage.

Once it clicked, the combat went from "holy fuck this feels awful to play" to "ohh this makes so much sense", initially there was a certain desperation of me trying to do things Fast because I like playing Fast, but that only resulted in missing attacks nonstop. You don't need to be Fast because nothing is Fast in this game. And just like Dual Blades and Bow, if a Monster is Fast And Its Attacks Are Convenient, it comes with a price tag: Odogaron and Tobi Kadashi are fast! But they are VERY linear, and what few moves they have that swipe or hit horizontally, they telegraph three business days in advance. Odogaron attacks 1 to 4 times in strings depending on its HP, but all you need to do is Move To The Side for the most part. Hunter and Monster follow the same rules, but you have to follow the rules! In fact, the reason Deviljho is so dangerous is because it doesn't follow the rules with its advancing body slam and with the Beat A Motherfucker With A Mother Fucker mode; Body Slam comes out relatively quickly compared to how it makes its entire body because a meteor sized hitbox advancing at you. And even then, it has a tell that gives you enough time to Move Out Of The Way (depending on where it cocks it head before the slam, it swerves left or right, meaning you can dodge towards the side its head is to get out of the way), as for the Holding A Monster, it gets insane and fast horizontal attacks, meaning disarming it is essential (Flash Pod).

Now, the flow of the game felt pretty good, but what I like the most: Scoutflies. For an environment rich in detail, Scoutflies allow you to properly parse the world without needing to strain your eyes by giving you all sorts of useful info and highlighting items of interest in the environment. The more you learn about a monster, the easier they track it for you. This is great, because, personally, I like the Fighting Part of the game more than the Tracking Part of it... But! The breathing living nature of World was still very fun to engage with.

In terms of difficulty, I think the game was pretty tame. It lives and dies by its rules, and I think the postgame will disrupt that with its superbosses and such, but at least the base experience was very strictly tied to the rules of combat. That doesn't mean it's boring, it was incredibly fun! Engaging with the rules per each Monster's needs means not only having to know the rules well, but also to be able to identify where a monster is not following them! So, for example, Odogaron overcommits, Xeno'jiiva has a tool for everything but only mediocre tools, Teostra is strong from the front and back but very weak from the flanks, Nergigante has good attacks but they are all highly telegraphed with high start up, Kirin has insane damage output options but can only land them on Stun, and so on. Just like your weapons diversify how you engage -- and skip some of -- the rules, so do Monsters. It's an incredibly level field between you and the Monster, almost like a fighting game where you can't pick half of the cast and the AI can't pick your half.

Initially, I thought the rhythm of having to grind the fuck out of stuff was going to make me hate it; the thing is, the fights were sufficiently fun for me to not mind doing some Monster fights several times in order to craft the gear I wanted, and this gear didn't need to get replaced often, that's great! However, this does lead to something the game disappointed me with: Weapons. The vast majority of weapons don't look good, and are small variations of the same base model for the tree. Sure, you got your Kirin Bolts and Bazelgeuse Hachets, but the majority is just... Generic weaponry with small modifications. In fact, Xeno'jiiva, the freaking final boss, doesn't get unique weapons! What the actual hell. The armor is great, but man, big fumble on the weapons to be frank!

The story is obviously just there, and the Handler -- I hope on purpose -- legitimately just exists as an entity that gets in trouble for you to see a Monster being dangerous for a while. But I didn't hate it or anything! It's Just There as a wrapper for the Monsters and the Hunters. This is pretty explicit, I think, considering all monster are named yet no human/wyverian is named. The only non-monsters with names are your Hunter and your Palico (Big Al my man). That said, I appreciated the angle of the story! We are a research commission, we are here to Learn Shit and not kill god, because god is part of the ecosystem, it's just Nature. It's Animals. We don't fuck with the environment, except when something has already fucked with it in ways that will be catastrophic to Everyone Involved, so we get involved to Unfuck It. I like that.

Overall, my experience with the game was very positive, and I am happy to have given this game a try. These two weeks have been pretty busy for me, but getting home and carving Odogaron and Deviljho to get those damn parts I am missing (Deviljho Scalp is rarer than Deviljho Gem, the spirits told me) has been a pretty fun activity to destress and beat the fuck out of Monsters with cool moves.

The Thing Is,

I Get It Now.

I get why you like this.

Looking forward to doing the rest of High Rank and then Iceborne and later on playing Rise!

#dreamhunter

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wannabespacesmuggler · 4 months ago

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D.D. | Shane's Girl [9]

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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh is the worst, angst, realizations, reunions and resurrections, chapter follows "Tell it to the Frogs" but dialogue and events are paraphrased.

Word Count: 1.8K

Author’s Note: I am officially laid off for the winter. I make no promises, but I really want to write more often during my layoff. I'm really happy with this chapter (even though it might feel like a dagger to the heart), but things are really ramping up. Also don't worry, Daryl will reappear in the next one. Now that we've gotten to the show starting, this fic will follow the plot of TWD, but events and dialogue will be paraphrased so as not to simply rewrite episode scripts — hope you guys understand. Let me know what you guys think! Your support and excitement for this fic mean the world to me. Additionally, if I don't post beforehand, happy holidays and merry Christmas (to those that celebrate).

You watch as the sun begins to set from your spot on top of Dale’s RV — mesmerized as the clear blue sky slowly shifts into an array of golden hues. The sight almost makes you forget how much the world has changed — how much everything seems to have changed. You sigh as you realize how envious you are of your past self. Just a few weeks ago, you were complaining about your boss to Lori, grabbing coffee in between shifts with Shane, and helping Rick with his latest home improvement project. Life was simple and stable. You had a lovely home, a decent job, and a loving boyfriend. Now, well, you’re lucky if there’s enough food at the campfire at the end of the day to feed the entire group.

You tear your eyes away from the sunset and look down at the book in your lap. The very book you attempted to busy yourself with this morning before Shane’s interruption. You haven’t gotten much further, finding yourself distracted by Daryl’s crumpled note that you’ve begun using as a bookmark. You can imagine him scoffing beside you as you reread the simple, messily written words. His brow furrowed in confusion as he tries to decipher what’s troubling you — and he’d read you like a book. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve yearned for his silent, stable presence more than usual today after your conversation with Shane this morning.

The sound of someone climbing the ladder and approaching from behind you pulls you from your thoughts. Your hand instinctively grabs the shotgun beside you as you turn your head toward the sound. Your mind starts anticipating the worst, but you loosen your grip as your eyes meet Dale’s. Dale raises his hands in front of him as he approaches; the gesture is playful, but his features are laced with concern.

“I come in peace.”

You snort at his words before removing your hand from the shotgun entirely.

“Sorry, Dale. I was just a thousand miles away.”

Dale hums in response as he takes a seat beside you. The two of you sit in comfortable silence while watching the sunset. You don’t mind Dale’s company. Despite his dislike for Shane Walsh, he’s never treated you differently despite your connection to the deputy. You’ve always appreciated that he sees you as you, not just Shane’s girlfriend — if you can even call yourself that anymore.

“You’ve been up here for a while.”

“Got nothing else to do, I suppose.”

You shrug nonchalantly before glancing over at Dale. His eyes are still focused on the sunset, but you can tell he’s thinking over his next words. You appreciate how intentional he is with what he says. It reminds you of Daryl in a way. Your hands find their way to the crumpled note again — moving on their own accord.

“I’m just surprised to see you here — thought you’d be in Atlanta. I mean, Glenn wouldn’t shut up about you asking him to show you the ropes when it comes to scavenging.”

A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you close the book in your lap and toss it to the side. Your eyes do a quick sweep of the camp, ensuring that Shane is not within earshot.

“Shane decided it was best that I stayed here and helped Lori and Carol with chores.”

Dale lets out a dry laugh at your admission.

“I didn’t know you needed his permission.”

You meet Dale’s expectant gaze and try to formulate a response, but his sarcastic tone has you floundering. Because as much as you want to assert that you don’t need anyone’s permission, you’ve also become somewhat of a prisoner in your own relationship. You shouldn’t need Shane’s permission to do anything — he certainly doesn’t need yours. And yet, here you are, a shell of your former fiercely independent self. Your shoulders slump at the realization, and your eyes drop to your hands, which are desperately gripping your only lifeline.

In an act of comfort, Dale moves to cover your hands with his, and you involuntarily flinch away from his touch. Guilt washes over you as Dale pulls his hand away. Logically, you know that Dale would never try to hurt you, but your conversation with Shane this morning has you on edge. You look up at Dale and meet his sympathetic gaze.

“Dale, I…”

Before you can explain yourself, you’re cut off by a blaring car alarm. Without a second thought, your hands find the shotgun at your side and aim toward the direction the sound is coming from. The once-sleepy camp quickly awakens at the first sign of trouble. You hear countless voices yelling, but one cuts through them all: Shane Walsh.

“Dale, what do you see up there?”

Dale looks to you as you peer into the scope. You can hear the car alarm clear as day, but you’ve yet to see any sign of life through the scope. You shake your head at the older man, keeping your eyes locked on the dirt trail leading up to the camp.

“Talk to me, Dale!”

“We can’t tell yet.”

“What the hell do you mean you can’t tell yet? Just look in the fucking scope, it’s not that hard.”

That sets you off. You don’t know if it’s the edge in Shane’s voice or the condescending tone in which he speaks, but something inside of you snaps at the words.

“I know how to look through a fucking scope, Shane!”

You can hear a low growl rumble through Shane’s chest at your retort, but you keep your gaze steady. You tune out the ensuing chaos: Shane insisting you hand the shotgun over to Dale, Jim attempting to defuse the situation, and Amy incessantly asking if it’s her sister. Dale offers you gentle words of affirmation as you take deep breaths — attempting to steady yourself. And then you see it: a bright red Dodge Challenger with none other than Glenn Rhee at the wheel. You finally pull away from the scope and hand the shotgun over to Dale, who looks at you in astonishment.

“It’s just Glenn.”

Dale takes the shotgun and peers through the scope. He searches for a moment before speaking.

“Well, I’ll be.”

And then the two of you erupt into a fit of laughter — after all, this whole situation is nothing but absurd. Dale pulls himself together just long enough to alert the group of your findings. There’s a collective sigh of relief, and everyone seems to relax until Glenn peels into camp. Glenn climbs out of the sports car and smiles brightly up at you.

“You like it?”

Another laugh escapes your lips as Glenn points at the blaring vehicle beside him. You nod at his words before responding.

“Love it. You rob a bank along the way?”

Dale interrupts the conversation.

“Can you turn it off, son?”

Glenn’s brow furrows at his question, glancing between the car and the two of you.

“I don’t know.”

Quickly, Shane steps in and starts yelling at Glenn to pop the hood. You and Dale decide to finally descend from the top of the RV and join the rest of the group. When you enter the chaos, the car alarm is finally off, and several other vehicles begin pulling into camp. You smile as you watch reunions unfold before your eyes. Amy pulls her sister into a tight hug before she even has a chance to exit the vehicle fully. Morales’ children race to see who can get to him faster. Dale claps Glenn on the back as the young man excitedly shows off the vehicle they managed to jumpstart.

Deciding to give them all some privacy, you turn to walk back to your tent. Your smile quickly fades as you spot Carl’s saddened expression. His misty eyes scan the crowd, looking for someone who will never return. Your heart breaks as you watch Lori kneel beside him and pull the small boy into a comforting hug. Still, Carl’s gaze doesn’t falter. You lower your head as tears well up in your eyes. You understand.

Shane had told you about what happened at the hospital the first night at camp. You remember sitting beside him in your small tent, your heart breaking as you watch one of the strongest men you’ve ever met crumple due to the loss of his best friend. Setting aside the grief sitting heavy inside of your chest, you spent that whole night comforting Shane until he finally fell asleep. It was only then that you buried silent sobs into your pillow and prayed for the impossible — for your found family to be whole again.

It isn’t until Morales speaks to the group that you finally look up. Your brow furrows as he explains that a new guy helped them out of the city, so they decided to bring him back with them. It’s been a long time since anyone new joined the quarry camp — Daryl and Merle were technically the newest members, but you’ve all been together for weeks now.

“Hey, helicopter boy! Come say hello.”

Shane plants his hands on his hips looking toward the SUV expectantly as Morales explains that he’s also a police officer. Finally, you see the new guy, and you can’t believe your eyes. Standing before you is Rick Grimes dressed in his signature sheriff’s uniform and cowboy hat. Rick’s eyes meet Shane’s first, and the two stand in silent astonishment until they hear Carl’s small voice.

“Dad?”

Rick’s eyes well up as he finally spots his boy at the back of the crowd.

“Oh, my God.”

Rick hesitates for a second, almost as if he can’t believe this isn’t real. But Carl sprints toward him, with Lori close behind. Tears stream down your face as Carl crashes into his father’s embrace. You look beside you, expecting to see Shane, but you meet Dale’s reassuring eyes instead. Your brow furrows in confusion, and you take a moment to find Shane in the commotion. Surely, he’s as choked up as you — hell, his best friend just came back from the dead.

But when you spot him leaning against the red sports car at the back of the crowd, watching his best friend tearfully reunite with his wife and son, he looks less like a man who just got his brother back and more like someone who just lost everything.

You want to be elated at the scene unraveling before. After all, you’ve been dreaming of this moment every night since the world fell apart. But something feels wrong as you watch as Shane lock eyes with Lori over Rick’s shoulder. Lori looks at him apologetically, and Shane’s expression shifts into a mix of anger and disappointment. Confusion washes over your features as you watch the exchange until…

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly, everything makes sense. Every time you couldn’t find Shane in camp only for him to miraculously appear with Lori hours later. Every time you attempted to spend time with him only to be dismissed for something more important. Every time you waited up for him to return to your shared tent, only to fall asleep in a cold, empty cot.

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i don't really know how 1633s who are mainly rooting for charles do it 😭 i respect it though. i enjoy them both, and i was a hardcore 1633 a few years ago but as the year pass unfortunately that has tempered a little, and i think i let the bitterness get to me a bit. this isn't to say that i don't like max, i still very much do, i still think he's talented and deserve all the praise he is getting, but every time i see him in conversations for "the all time greats" i just think about how so far the conversation charles is in so far would be "top drivers to not win a championship" (adding "yet" to that, i don't like how definitive these conversations can be).

i think about how max's manager said in 2022 that charles is just as talented as Max it's just that he never got the car to stand a chance. when he said that, max only had one championship but now he's fighting for a fifth and we haven't had a consistent title fight between them yet. i also think about when max said he wasn't sure if he couldve won a championship in that ferrari given how "fragile they were" while he confidently said he would win in the mclaren. Just a lot of thoughts about everything tbh.

a lot of max fans are quick to write charles off, forgetting that he hasn't even stood a chance yet. it's just a bit sad, is all.

now people still say charles is the only one (most of the time anyway) who doesn't let himself get bullied by max and has shown that max can be beaten in wheel to wheel. i used to be filled with pride at that but now it's just... eh.

have you never had these thoughts before? bc i'll be honest sometimes even if max absolutely deserves the praise i just get very annoyed, even if i like him (obviously not as much as charles). never seen any 1633s talk about this either.

lol your thoughts are valid anon. I love lestappen, but am always toxic lecfosa deepest down.

For the time being I'm content that history is still being written, and I do still honestly have complete faith that Charles will win championships, and it's enough for me in the waiting time that I know his skill, as does every WDC who is ever asked about him. I block anyone who writes Charles off though, so I do exist in a bubble but it makes my experience more enjoyable. What makes it even more enjoyable is hearing loads of people online/irl laugh off the current possible championship battle and dream of a Charles/Max fight instead.

Re: fandom. I have drifted away from lestappen fandom more over the past several months though because of the fanon interpretation of Charles that's taken root and I dislike because of my support of Charles. There's other factors in my general drift away from lestappen, like how a lot of the fic nowadays feels like generic heteronormative dark romance for some reason, and just general ooc characters. I'm just listing my own gripes, but the slide into more heternormative fanon means that Charles always ends up typecast very damsel in distress and quote unquote "silly" who is saved by big strong world champion Max. Which is fine, it's people's fantasies at the end of the day but it's not how I envisage the dynamic and I dislike what it does to Charles. I still love the dynamic and some fic gets it still and eats, but the online pairing has become overly popular amongst solo Max fans now (which, let's be real is because Charles is becoming more and more self-insert) which leaves diehard Charles fans like me a bit adrift. I still adore lestappen, and my interpretation of it but I do think current fanon just completely ignores Charles' drives and wants and fears in favour of a big fantasy about Max, it always feels like Charles' insanity is written as "failing" or "bad idea" whereas Max's insanity is rewarded.

This turned into a little but of a rant, but basically yes I want Charles to win, and if Charles doesn't win I want Max to win but I'm not sure I'd fully classify myself as "crazed lestappie" anymore even though I love the ship because it's not the fanon ship it was a year ago and I've grown a lot less tolerant of those talking down Charles' talent since then even implicitly.

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liliasenbyhusband · 2 months ago

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Play stupid games

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Joanne x reader (company, f!Bobbie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!!!, smutty thoughts but no actual smut, that’s it I think??

Tags: longing, established friendship between reader, Joanne and the others, smidge of angst if you squint, flirting, reader being down bad

Summary: Joanne and you have always been flirty with one another but what happens when it no longer is just a silly game for you??

Notes: English isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. I have never written ‘x reader’ fics before so please don’t judge this too harshly. This is going to be a multichapter fic but life is busy so I can’t promise regular updates. I suck at summaries…so I hope all of this makes sense 😅

Words: 3.3k

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Chapter 1: Bobbie’s Birthday

Joanne being flirty with you was nothing new, ever since you had been introduced to Bobbie’s other friends Joanne had found a way to turn any comment into something filthy. And you, never being one to back down, always managed to shoot a flirty remark back. This back and forth had become your established dynamic, the remarks getting more outrageous as time went on. It was just playful banter really, the teasing touches being part of the game you two had started to play. The aim was to try and get the other person to blush first, most of the time you ended up losing, but that only made those few times where you did manage to fluster Joanne even better.

Your innocent little game was a great way to pass the time when the others were too engrossed in talking about their recent marriage troubles or about how the kids were doing. Joanne, having recently gone through her third divorce, had claimed she was done trying to find a husband that would stick around and wasn’t really interested in talking about marriage or kids with the others and you… well… you weren’t exactly lucky in love either, so you preferred to keep your escapades to yourself. And so you two had found the perfect person to get through these evenings with in one another.

There was only one.. small..tiny.. little.. insignificant… problem. Somewhere along the way your brain had forgotten that Joanne’s flirting was just that, a little game and that she wasn’t actually interested… and now you had developed feelings for her. You really were unlucky when it came to relationships and romance.

You couldn’t pinpoint precisely when this had stopped just being a way to pass the time for you, but you could remember exactly when you had realised that you caught feelings for the brunette.

Joanne and you had started hanging out together, outside of a group setting, for over a year now. It had started when she had invited you back to her place after a particularly intense hang out with the others, claiming that you and her both needed to unwind after the tumultuous conversations. Later, after getting to know her better, you’d come to find out that the real reason she had invited you, was that she really disliked coming home to an empty apartment after spending such a long time surrounded by others.

You had to admit that you preferred hanging out one-on-one with her over spending time with everyone in your friend group all together. Not because you disliked the others but because Joanne was different when it was just the two of you. Of course she still teased and jokingly flirted with you but the teasing lost its sharper edges and the flirting was softer and less dirty.

She seemed more at ease this way and slowly yet surely she had shown you bits and pieces of herself. She wasn’t vulnerable often but every now and then you could see through the little cracks that had appeared in her walls when it was just the two of you.

This had been one of those moments. You were lounging around her giant apartment, soft music was playing in the background and Joanne was rambling on about one of her latest annoyances. And every once in a while you could see them, right through the cracks, the real emotions behind what seemed to be superficial complaints. When you looked into her eyes you could see parts of the real Joanne and you wished time would stand still, just for a little while, so you could bask in the moment of being privileged enough to be able to share these little moments with her.

You were nodding along, agreeing to whatever seemingly unimportant thing she was complaining about while expertly reading between the lines, figuring out what this was really about. Some people, like her ex-husbands, might complain that the brunette needed to come with a manual but not you, you found that once you looked past the armour she wore to protect herself, she was rather easy to understand. You just needed to know what to look and listen for, all you had to do was look past the annoyed words she spewed and look for the real message she was trying to convey.

A small smile appeared on your lips as you realised just how well you knew her. You were aware that you only got to know her this well because she allowed you to see this side of her and that knowledge left you with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest. You secretly longed to be the only one she showed this side to, to be special to her. The thought of someone else knowing her this well, getting to see her like this, left a vile aftertaste in your mouth… wait- was that a normal way to feel about a friend? Surely you should want her to have more friends she could be more open with.

But you wanted to be special to her…different from her other friends. Suddenly you became very aware of her hand on your thigh, it had been there a while, still left from earlier when she had tried to fluster you. Usually such a simple touch wouldn’t do the trick, she had to pull out the big guns to win your little game… but then why did you suddenly feel a familiar heat creep up your cheeks.

You tried to shake yourself out of it, focusing on what she was trying to tell you and those beautiful brown eyes.. god you could get lost in those, stare at them for hours and never grow tired of looking at them. A familiar feeling wove its way into your chest, the warmth that had settled there earlier spreading even further. And then you glanced at her lips, to better listen you told yourself at first. But then, out of nowhere, you had to fight the urge to reach out, cup her cheek and pull her into a kiss.

And all of a sudden, like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown over you, it hit you… it was plain as day… you had feelings for the woman in front of you. How long had you been feeling this way? You couldn’t remember anything really changing in how you felt towards her. Except lately she seemed to win the game more often and you seemed to fluster rather easily, and the compliments you threw at her held more sincerity and warmth and were less about trying to get her to falter and more about telling her how beautiful you thought she was… you couldn’t remember when it had started but her touch was driving you insane, even more than it did before, and now that you thought about it you found yourself often daydreaming about the brunette.

You had internally cursed yourself and had pushed those feelings down, they would be dealt with when the reason for your internal turmoil wasn’t sitting right in front of you. So you continued to listen to Joanne and decided you’d deal with this mess later.

“Are you still with me, doll? Or have you gotten lost in that pretty little head of yours again?” Joanne’s teasing voice cut through your thoughts.

How long had you been spiraling? You mentally cursed yourself, ever since finding out you had feelings for the woman, you couldn’t stop yourself from overthinking every moment and ruminating on the moment you had found out.

You shot her an apologetic smile, your cheeks threatening to flush at the use of the pet name and the slight teasing. You hoped she wouldn’t notice, it was Bobbie’s birthday party after all and a lot of stuff was happening around you two.. the perfect excuse, you realised as you quietly spoke, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Sorry, there’s just a lot going on… it’s a bit overwhelming.”

You hoped she wouldn’t see through you. It wasn’t entirely a lie, everything going on around you might have overwhelmed you in other circumstances… if you hadn’t been too busy thinking about her.

Joanne seemed to buy it… for now… and her normal teasing tone was exchanged for a more serious, caring one as she asked you the following.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more quiet?” Usually she would have added something to make the sentence as suggestive as possible but when you looked into her eyes you could see the slightest sliver of worry in them.

You couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the thought that she cared this much about you and your comfort, it was soon followed by a tinge of guilt for making her worry about you.

The rational part of you knew that you shouldn’t go somewhere more quiet, alone with Joanne, it would only make things worse. Her entire focus would be on you and you wouldn’t be able to distract yourself or use the ongoing party as an excuse. And yet part of you wanted to spend some more time alone with Joanne.. you couldn’t help it. Having the other woman’s attention solely focused on you was something intoxicating and you’d become addicted to it.

“No, I’m okay. I wouldn’t want to drag you away from a good party.” You sent her a reassuring smile as you both silently cursed and thanked the rational part of your brain for taking over.

Joanne chuckled dryly before teasingly replying. “Darling, if you think this is a good party then I need to take you out more.”

Before you even properly realised what she was doing, the brunette grabbed your hand and dragged you into Bobbie’s bedroom before closing the door. You knew she was only doing it because this was the only quiet spot in the apartment at the moment, but the second you registered where you were, your mind flooded with images.

You pushing Joanne against the door and kissing her till she was a moaning, whimpering mess. Joanne pushing you down on the bed as her hands quickly got rid of your clothes, those captivating brown eyes filling with hunger and desire. Your hand finding its way into her pants and-

“There, isn’t this much better?” Joanne’s voice cut through your racing thoughts and brought you back down to Earth, the images fading to the back of your mind.

The lack of any crude comments about you both being in Bobbie’s bedroom confirmed that she had been truly worried about you and it enhanced both the guilt and spreading warmth that you had felt earlier.

You hummed in confirmation then thanked her softly, sending her an appreciative smile while mentally cursing yourself for not being able to control your thoughts. You knew you had been acting strange around her lately, zoning out more often and getting way too flustered, too quickly. Joanne was a perceptive woman, she was bound to catch on at some point and you did not want to risk losing her entirely just because you couldn’t keep your feelings at bay.

“You know this wasn’t the reason I imagined you dragging me into a bedroom for the first time.” You teased, hoping to settle back into your established dynamic, fearing that any amount of silence stretching between you would result in you getting lost in your thoughts once again.

But then you began overthinking everything you were saying. Was this too much? Would this give you away? Could she see right through your façade and catch the truth behind your words? You internally groaned and hoped you’d get over this crush soon so you’d finally be able to act normal around her again, without overthinking every single thing.

The sudden change in mood seemed to catch Joanne off guard a little but it seemed to have convinced her that moving to a quieter place was all you needed and that you were now feeling better. Despite appearing a little surprised by your sudden teasing, she managed to quickly shoot back a rebuttal.

“Oh darling, the night is still young, you never know what might happen.” She sent a wink your way before sitting down on the bed and quickly adding. “Although I will have to take you back to mine because my bed is far more comfortable.” She added with a smirk.

“I don’t think I could wait to go all the way back to yours first, we might just have to make do with what we’ve been given.”

You said dramatically and jokingly as you leaned against the wall, making sure to keep your tone light and teasing as you tried your best to not imagine what Joanne’s bed would feel like… or what it would be like to have her moan your name in it.

Joanne gasped loudly and placed her hand on her chest, acting offended. “You think I won't last more than one round? We don’t have to finish where we started, you know.” Her eyes raked over your body with that playful glint so clearly present in them.

You willed yourself to not start blushing and to come up with a witty and even bolder remark but failed on both accounts so instead just playfully rolled your eyes and held your hands up in defeat.

Her smirk only grew when a pink hue coloured your cheeks. “You’re becoming too easy.. I’m going to start suspecting you of letting me win on purpose.” Joanne teased.

“Or maybe you just keep getting more vulgar.” You raised your eyebrow, shooting her an exaggerated questioning look.

“You love it.”

She shot back with a knowing smile and you felt the familiar ache of longing in your chest. If only she knew just how much you loved it… how your brain had forgotten this was all just some silly game you two had started to pass the time.

“I do.”

You chuckled softly, a full smile slowly returning to your lips, no matter how tumultuous the feelings inside you were, you couldn’t help but enjoy this little moment. The banter, Joanne caring about you and knowing you better than you had previously thought, and her smile that never failed to make your heart skip a beat, overshadowed the fear and worry that was ever present in the back of your mind.

“It’s good to see you feeling better.” The teasing and joking tone from earlier had completely disappeared and made way for a rare serious and genuine intonation and expression.

You were certain that your blush only deepened at the blatant display of care but, luckily for you, Joanne had decided not to comment on it.

“Spending time with you like this always makes me feel better.” You answered honestly, matching her serious and genuine tone.

Before Joanne could answer and before you could overthink the little confession and start spiralling once again, Bobbie burst into the room, clearly drunk. She sent a knowing smirk your way and you immediately regretted ever telling your best friend about your crush on Joanne. For a moment you feared she might say something that would give you away but instead she turned to the other woman, her face displayed a mock disgust, her voice was light and playful while her speech was slurred.

“Come on you guys, no getting it on in my bedroom! You’re missed at the party.”

Bobbie held the door open and waved her arm around, motioning for you both to get out of her bedroom.

Joanne shot you a worried look, that told you she was ready to tell the birthday girl to fuck off if you needed a couple more moments here alone with her. You smiled at her reassuringly, telling her without words that you were okay and that you didn’t mind returning back to the main event.

The brunette got up from Bobbie’s bed and walked up to you, gently squeezing your hand before walking past you and out of the room. You were about to follow her when Bobbie placed a hand on your shoulder and stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“You better tell me allll the details later.”

You groaned and whispered back. “Nothing happened, there is nothing to tell.”

Bobbie gave you a once over, as if to check if you were lying or not, when she was satisfied that you hadn’t lied to her, she disapprovingly shook her head, poking your shoulder after every word.

“Take. Action. You. Need. To. Get. Laid."

Her voice was louder than before and the blush that had finally started to disappear threatened to make its way back to your cheeks so you decided to simply roll your eyes and walk away, ending the conversation there.

There was no reasoning with a drunk Bobbie anyway and trying to tell her that it wasn’t like that, that you didn’t just want to screw Joanne but that it was deeper than that, was a futile task. And trying to convince her that you were almost certain that Joanne did not feel the same way and that you were quite sure you weren’t her type was already impossible when she was sober, so was completely hopeless now.

As you walked out of the room and made your way to the hall, so you could rejoin the others, you realised that Joanne had been waiting for you in the hall, meaning she most definitely heard the last part of your conversation with Bobbie. She looked at you, raising a brow, silently questioning you what that was all about.

You just shook your head and waved your hand, quietly telling her it was nothing for her to worry about, hoping that she wouldn’t question you about it. And it seemed like you were in luck because after studying your face for a bit, she simply walked back into the living room and joined the party again.

You quickly followed suit, silently thanking whatever was up there for not putting you through the pain of trying to come up with a convincing lie or a truth vague enough to tell Joanne. That woman knew you far too well and she did not hold back when it came to telling you that she knew you were bullshitting her.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, you spent time talking to your friends, celebrating Bobbie, and complaining about life. You and Joanne didn’t manage to get any alone time again, you’d sometimes end up talking to the same people together or sometimes you’d shoot each other looks across the room but someone always seemed to be needing one of you just when you were about to head to the other.

The last time you saw her was when you were saying your goodbyes. She was talking to Bobbie about something, you had tried waiting till they finished their conversation but by the looks of it that wouldn’t be any time soon. Joanne was wildly flailing her arms around, gesticulating and punctuating her words with the movements of her hands. Bobbie was rolling her eyes even more than usual and was trying to act all laid back and nonchalant while sipping her drink every 5 seconds. These were clear signs that they were having a heated discussion and with those two, those discussions could last till the early morning hours..

So you had quickly and apologetically interrupted, told them both goodbye before kissing each of them on the cheek and abruptly leaving Bobbie’s apartment.

And now you found yourself laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, overthinking every single interaction you had had with a certain older woman. Your mind replaying every moment, trying to find some indication that you had fucked up and that Joanne was now aware of your feelings towards her. You groaned and tried any and everything to get that woman off your mind, to no avail.

Sleep did not come easy that night and when it did finally envelop you in its sweet embrace, you still couldn’t escape the woman that had been plaguing your mind. Your dreams were filled with her red lips, rich French perfume and sweet words, that had burrowed their way into your brain. There was no denying it, this woman had wormed her way into your heart and it didn’t seem like she would be leaving any time soon.

#joanne x reader #company #fanfic

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hi hi! this is another prompt list i made for hitting 3k. once again feel free to use this for your own writing needs if you'd like! please reblog, link, and credit me if you decide to use any of prompt(s) from this list !!! tysm < 333

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 — a list of situational (and a few dialogue) prompts for some fluffy and mildly-suggestive dating ideas ! it's soft-life coded, i think lol.

Trying and failing to stay awake while your partner is on the way home.

Getting up before you to make you both a cup of coffee/tea and gently wake you up.

Driving your car routinely to fill the tank, wash it, clean it out, etc.

Noticing when you're running out of certain products and restocking it without saying anything.

Learning how to do your hair.

Being able to sit in the same room in complete silence that doesn't feel awkward.

The glove box of their car becomes accumulated with items you leave behind.

Coming home one night to find out that you cleaned their entire house even though you don't live together yet.

Using your partner's phone and discovering a note that has all of your likes/dislikes/food orders etc. written.

Making sure you always exchange "I love you" 's and "be safe" 's before one of you has to leave.

Finding a photo album on their phone full of candid images of you.

Cooking your partners favorite meal just because.

"Can I kiss you?" "You know you don't have to ask me anymore, right?"

Scolding you for not wearing a jacket even though they told you to, multiple times.

Sighing and pouting loudly because you haven't paid them any attention.

Seeing something that you would like and buying the item in every color.

"I love you." "Damn, that's crazy."

Telling their family that they think they're going to marry you.

Staring at your lips when you talk.

Speaking to you in a softer tone of voice.

Playing with your hands or jewelry while they're focused on something else.

"You remember what I was wearing the first time we met?" "Of course I do!"

Noticing you picking up their mannerisms and slang.

Giving up their seat to let you sit or pulling you to sit on their lap.

Getting giggly and touchy when you do something they find cute.

Eagerly watching you hold a little fashion show after coming home from shopping.

Understanding when you're ready to leave an event without having to ask/be told.

Getting lost in your own conversation when hanging out with friends, and being roasted by the friend group for how in love you both are.

"Stop staring at my ass, please."

Falling asleep within minutes of you playing with their hair or scratching their back.

Getting flustered from extended eye-contact.

Exchanging flirty looks from across the room.

Becoming your shadow and following you around the entire day.

Asking you if you're okay with them going to hang out with their friends tonight, except they really want you to say no.

Making sure you always adjust/fix each others appearances when you notice something off.

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The Generals Daughter

A/N: Finally a new chapter! Tell me, what you think about it 🐉👀

Chapter XVII

The rest of Threshing is just a blur of celebrations and getting our dragon relics. Mine is spread over my right side to the middle of my back. It’s really fucking huge. And absolutely gorgeous.

After dinner everyone is celebrating. Well, not everyone. The unbonded cadets are nowhere to be seen, probably planning on how to kill us freshly bonded to get a dragon after all. My bet is, Violet will be one of the prominent targets, as everyone seeing her still as the weakest link. Even though she has bonded two dragons AND is tethered to Xaden fucking Riorson.

I got myself a drink and now I am on my way to find a place where no one is bothering me. Today drained the fuck outta me and my muscles ache. Killing people is not easy, but killing people who deserve it, is.

In a deserted corridor towards the dormitories I find a place on a stone ledge with a view over Basgiath.

If someone had told me before my first year here that I would bond a dragon, I wouldn't have been so sure. And now I have Innea.

‚One can almost hear your enthusiasm' she replies sarcastically.

'I'm more than happy that you chose me. I'm just glad that Barlow’s words didn't turn out to be true.' They still haunt me.

'What do you mean? Barlowe... is that the rider of Baide?' She asks. Baide? Why does that name sounds familiar?

'Uh, I don't know. Baide? I think Violet mentioned something about an orange dragon. To answer your first question, he said some time ago that my father or Codagh would make sure that I didn't return from Threshing without a dragon. And those words, well, stuck. I trust my abilities, but I don't trust my father. And certainly not the black beast.'

'Don't worry about that. I saw you at presentation and knew immediately that you would be my rider. I know that you felt me in your mind. Neither Codagh nor his rider had anything to do with it, I chose you because I wanted to, not because I had to. Together we will achieve great things.' She finishes.

I smile. God, I won today with her bonding me. A wave of affection reaches my mind, calming me even more. I already love and appreciate her.

During the conversation with Innea I didn’t realize, that someone took the seat in front of me.

I am even more startled when my eyes meet those gorgeous one of none other than Bodhi Durran. The shock must be written all over my face because he immediately starts to grin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't react to my words." I think... this is the first time I've ever heard his voice. And God, it's so deep and smooth, and so much softer than his cousin's.

I shake my head to clear my mind. Difficult, with this dream of a man in front of me. Am I really crushing on a marked one? Father would have a heart attack.

'I'm more likely to gag' echoes in my head.

"I'm sorry, I was a bit... distracted" I say, a little shyly, absolutely in awe of this man in front of me.

„I see. Your dragon?“ I nod.

"Sgaeyl wasn't really happy that your dragon bonded. And Xaden doesn't know what to think about it either." he admits. Oh? I mean, I already knew that Xaden doesn't trust me at all.

"I guess my last name isn't particularly trustworthy either. And my lineage." I grin.

I can completely understand why they're so unsure of me. But it's not like I'm going to run to my father and spill the beans, like he actually wants me to. That's not going to happen.

"It's... difficult. I admit that. But so far you haven't given anyone of our wing a reason to dislike you. Quite the opposite. What I've observed says anything but that. You help your squad and even beyond that, you help your wing. With history, battle brief, sparring, everything. And we've all seen what the general is capable of, even towards his own flesh and blood." He grimaces. It almost seems as if he is … pitying me. Well, I don't need that.

"I don't need pity. The way my father treats me is nothing new. It's just that he's never shown it in public before. That was actually something new, something I absolutely didn't expect."

I let my gaze wander over Basgiath. From here you have a clear view of the Parapet. Meanwhile, I feel his deep gaze on me, which makes me nervous. Damn, why does he have such a strong effect on me?

„I- uhm, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you! I just-" he sighs deep, not knowing how to explain himself.

„We all were really shocked, when we realized the relationship between you and your father. We all had our opinions on you without even knowing you, I admit that. But after that evening, with, you know, the injury on your neck, and now the scene on the flightfield... I apologize on behalf of all of us marked ones. We find it difficult to see this whole thing objectively. All of us are just trying to survive, which is hard as it is, but coming here without prejudice was practically impossible. We know what our parents and siblings fought and died for, so it’s not really easy. Some of us are still blinded by the anger and pain left behind by the loss of our loved ones. We try, especially for our squad and wing, but many of us struggle really hard with the emotions. Especially because people like Imogen, for example, are only guided by the pain. She tries, but with an Aetos, a Sorrengail and... well, a Melgren in the squad, it is three times as difficult." He takes a deep breath, clearly effected by his own words.

I am oddly touched by his little speech. I understand how hard it must be for them, I definitely don’t blame them. Their pain and anger is something I can relate to, even though on a different base. We all lost something in the past.

"Thank you for your words. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you here in Basgiath. You can feel the hatred of some of the other cadets and riders, but believe me... I'm one of the last people to judge someone for their past. And if we're being completely honest..." I look around to make sure we're alone. "I don't trust the history the way it's told. I have my doubts about various things. And I certainly don't trust my father, nor some other people. But other than that I can assure you that as long as no one gives me reasons, I will treat you with the same respect that I expect from y’all. We can all learn from and help each other, because at the end of the day we're all just trying to survive. I'm glad I ended up in Fourth Wing, because I much prefer Xaden as wing leader than someone like Amber Mavis." We both have to laugh.

The whole thing must give an awkward picture. A marked one and the daughter of the most feared general on the continent sitting together and laughing. We should hate each other, from the bottom of our hearts. But that's not how I see him at all. He seems to be someone who thinks a lot, rather than feeling direct dislike. And I'm grateful for that. He could have used my mental absence earlier, when I was talking to Innea, to kill me. Or knock me out. But he didn't. That's a start, isn't it?

"Yes, that's true, I also prefer Xaden much more, and that has nothing to do with the fact that we are family. I'm glad that I'm in the same wing as my closest friends, it makes things a lot easier. And who knows what friendships could develop," he says, looking deep into my eyes. Oh God, don't embarrass yourself now...

'He's not that wrong. I'm curious to see if you two will stay friends. Your thoughts say otherwise, you're really smitten with Cuirs rider.' I start to blush while looking shyly at him, trying to ignore Inneas words.

'What else could come of it other than friendship? He would never find a Melgren interesting.' I deny her words, for my own sanity.

'I'm not so sure about that,' she replies, chuckling deep.

I pull a face, confusion taking me over and Bodhi also seems to be communicating with his dragon.

'What are you talking about? I'm lost.' What the hell is she suggesting? Why shouldn't we just be friends?

Bodhi’s head whips in my direction, shock and something else in his eyes as they find mine.

'Cuir and I are mates.'

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