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telephoniii · 2 days ago

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Do you accept requests? I really loved the Really him thing and was wondering if you could do that but him reacting to reader being in a polyamorous relationship with Malleus and Leona? Srry id u not comfortable with it. I thought id ask cuz there are like no poly fics

I’ve actually been debating whether or not to do requests. That and I was thinking about making a masterlist! If people really want to request stuff/have a masterlist then lmk and I’d be down to do it. My verdict rn is; if you have an idea, feel free to send it. 🤷

Also! It's not exactly polyamorous, but I've got a longer fic in the works abt Leona and Malleus being love rivals for the reader. So if that interests you than stay tuned!!

Anyways, lets get to the fun and whimsical stuff!

I’m not poly myself so I’m really sorry if anything is misrepresented. I did decide to add more than just Malleus and Leona since I thought it’d be fun! I hope you enjoy :>

REALLY…HIM? (Poly Addition)

malleus and leona

Oh, you’re going to give this man a heart attack. Because what do you mean you’re dating the two most powerful yet reckless students of them all. Malleus and Leona? The two have a heated rivalry, do they not?!Do you have no concern for your safety?!?!The amount of sheer power these two hold together frighten this poor soul. He tells you to keep your distance if they start to fight. As a magicless student, you do NOT want to get involved if a duel were to break out. No, Trein wants you to RUN if that ever happens. Give him some time to get used to it. The sight of you next to Malleus and Leona in the hallways sends panic throughout his nervous system. After a month or so, Trein mellows out. He’ll start asking technical questions that you don’t have answers to. “If you were to marry them both, would all three of you be the rulers of Briars Valley?” ??? No clue, Professor. Can I get back to my test in peace now?

ace and deuce

He’s not surprised in the slightest. Trein always had an inkling that something was going on between you three. He just didn't want to believe it. Why? Because he doesn't like them. Well, scratch that. He doesn't like Ace. Is he supposed to jump for joy at the fact you’re dating the biggest slacker among all the first years? Trein has a habit of nit-picking them both and what they do. However, despite all the smack he talks, deep down he heavily approves of the relationship. He knows the two boys and doesn't doubt their loyalty to you. It's always been the three of you from the start and he views it as an unbreakable bond. So, even though he makes a face when you walk in with Deuce’s sports jacket and says you should take it off because it smells like sweat, he finds himself smiling when he spots you three sitting together at lunch just enjoying each others company. The way you all joke around and laugh together like you’re the only people in the world. He trusts them with your heart more than anyone else.

vil and rook

He actually thinks it's a pretty sweet relationship at first. You all balance each other out. Vil and Rook earned Trein’s seal of approval to date you from day one… and then Rook sends him a creepy letter thanking him for being supportive and— yep. Trein takes back that seal because what the hell. For the senders name on the letter, it was by both Rook and Vil, so Trein pulls both of them aside to talk about HIS boundaries. (He thought he didn't have to explicitly say, “Don’t stalk me before, during, or after school hours” but here we are) Vil is so confused the whole time. What could've possibly prompted this?? Then he remembers his boyfriend next to him who’s blissfully smiling and it all starts to make sense. With a sigh, Vil ends up apologizing to Trein for the whole ordeal and tells you about it as well. Rook gives you a kiss and promises to just watch Trein from afar. You don’t know how much better that is and it seems like Vil is thinking the same thing as he lets out a small groan. Trein is forever unnerved by your relationship— specifically because of Rook.

jamil and azul

Honey, are you being manipulated into this relationship? Which one of them is gaslighting you? Trein knows that they both have deceptive tendencies and is concerned. He’s not actively against it or anything, but he just keeps a close eye on the three of you. Jamil and Azul pick up on this and silently agree to each other that they want to prove themselves to Trein. Expect to get the ultimate royalty treatment everytime the Professor is around. One moment they’re playfully poking fun at you, the next they are cherishing the ground you walk on. (As they should) Unfortunately, it ends up having the opposite effect where Trein is even more suspicious and starts telling you to keep your distance from them. Jamil lets out a tired sigh an decides to do the mature thing by actually talking to Trein about their relationship with you. He drags Azul along with him and makes sure to keep him in check during the discussion. Jamil’s honesty takes Trein by surprise. Usually he wasn't one to make himself notable like that. Azul, reluctantly, ends up being honest about his feelings and relationship regarding you after Jamil. Afterward, Trein doesn’t say anything the next time he sees the three of you together. Instead, he just gives you a small nod and smile. Wow. Ultimate approval. Jamil and Azul high-five each other under the table.

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bdbueckers · 3 days ago

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trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion.

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”.

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs.

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock.

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by.

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed.

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves.

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now.

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling.

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now.

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own.

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her.

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon”

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric.

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head.

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed.

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible.

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you.

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed.

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long.

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction.

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?”

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure.

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly.

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point.

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now.

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige.

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.”

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous.

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again.

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

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bloomshroomz · 21 hours ago

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can y'all TME jackasses stop going "the evil trannies are tricking cis men into transitioning and thats why egg jokes are Bad" please, its getting old.

Can you not put words in my mouth? That is not at all what I meant.

I'm going to use an example: When I first started openly questioning my identity, I came out as nonbinary, and I asked to be referred to with they/them pronouns. My ex kept pressuring me to come out "all the way" and repeatedly called me a twink. I wasn't given the room to figure out my identity on my own, and because he kept pushing these terms on me when I explicitly asked to be referred to in a gender neutral way, I pushed back.

I am a twink. But for years, I was uncomfortable calling myself a twink because of how aggressively that term was used to dismiss my identity and requests at the time. When people pressure you to come out as something, especially while you're questioning, it's not uncommon for people to push back even if the person pressuring them was ultimately correct.

I believe we should take people at their word and be respectful when they tell you their gender. They might be right, or they might be wrong, but it is never up to you. If someone wants help figuring things out, then by all means, offer them assistance. If you think something is up, ask them privately. I do both of these things.

But there is a difference between doing that and making egg jokes about someone without their consent. Especially many of the jokes that I've seen, where people will deliberately use the wrong pronouns for a real person simply because they refuse to take them at their word when they state their own gender.

And since you seem to not have noticed, trans women calling someone an egg is usually a way to signal "hey if you want you can talk to me about shit & I will be supportive".

Most times, when I've seen people call someone an egg, it is a public figure or otherwise someone they don't know personally and wouldn't actually talk to. I'm sure that there are instances of what you're referring to as well, and I just don't see it happen because I'm a trans man. But that's not what I was talking about in my response. I was more so talking about people who will openly question the identities of strangers, or push labels onto people they know without actually giving guidance.

grow the fuck up and stop pretending like being briefly mistaken for someone with a more marginalized identity is some sort of attack.

So you think misgendering is only bad when it happens to trans women? Do you believe that the trauma of being repeatedly forced into a box you don't belong in is impossible for a trans man to experience? If so, sorry, but you're wrong about this.

"You're too [insert trait] to be a man" is a painful thing to be told as a trans man, even if it's coming from a "trans-supportive" place. It's not about being perceived as a trans woman specifically. It's about being perceived as a woman at all after years of being forced into that box and trying to climb our way out of it.

"I deadname Twitter and the gulf of mexico" is not a joke I'm comfy with a cis making tbqh. ever since I saw that cis guy say "making egg jokes about me is bad for the same reason as misgendering trans people is bad" I've realized that these people really have a second grader's understanding of the world and if we let them get away with that joke for too long they might start deadnaming Blaire White or some shit

#bloomshroomz reblogs

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car-o-line · 3 days ago

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Hey I was wondering if you can a part 2 of Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack if that’s fine I really want them to reunite with them during chapter 4 🙁❤️ (no pressure and take your time)

POPPY PLAYTIME BRAINROT IS REALLL And ofc, those 3 shaylas deserve so much better and that’s what y/n is for💁‍♀️

Part 1 of what the request was talking about

Matthew Hallard:

Okay so basically you were the perfect candidate for another toy!!

(it doesn’t matter which one)

When you had to leave the orphanage for a bit because of your “sickness” Matthew was deeply worried and upset.

He did his own check up on you and told the scientist that you were okay but they didn’t really listen to him.

But once you came back you had to get “adopted” the next day??

He was heartbroken but he reluctantly said his goodbye.

Once he really figured out what being “adopted” really meant he instantly thought about you.

It made him angry, furious that some sicko could experiment on a child.

When he was turned into Doey he was more focused on Kevin and Jack.

But then he came across cage with a file next to it.

It was YOUR file, and YOUR body in there.

He read it and his eyes instantly watered and he quickly opened the prison, whether by force or a key.

He would most likely be in control of Doey, so he would ask you a few questions to see if it’s really you.

Once confirmed he almost started to cry but put himself together and brought you to “Safe Haven.”

I’m not sure if he would tell you straight out that he’s Matthew but he would give small hints.

Like knowing your favorite snack, or something like that.

In the end he’s EXTREMELY happy you’re with him again even if you yourself don’t know it.

Kevin Barnes:

You were taken away after he was asleep, so he wouldn’t try to hold onto you.

When he woke up he looked around for you in “Home Sweet Home” but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he got pissed.

He would be mostly alone if you weren’t there with him and he adored the feeling of having a friend so when you were taken away because of some “sickness”, he wasn’t having it.

His violent behavior increased and they had to quickly do something to make him calm down, or force him to(o?)

So they made him the first experiment to be implemented within Doey The Doughman.

One of the scientists even taunted him by saying how maybe he’ll meet you as a toy.

You got turned into a toy as well, another bigger body for the initiative.

You were lost and confused for a while before,

“LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT I SEE MY FRIEND”

“Kevin-!”

How did he know? He didn’t, he just had a hunch which was right.

Of course he couldn’t get out but his excitement got the better of him.

When he finally got control he started to chase after you like he did when you were both human, which you thought he was trying to devour you.

Which wasn’t true but he chased you into a corner, when you thought it was over he grabbed your hand and started dragging you off to “Safe Haven.”

He wasn’t so bad when he was happy was he?

Jack Ayers:

You were taken to the scientist office when jack had fallen into the vat of dough, the last thing he saw before darkness.

And guess whattt, you were turn into a toy who could’ve guessed?

Anywho, once Jack was combined into Doey, you were yet to be made.

But a few months later, after the “Hour of Joy” a new toy was done being finished.

You.

You roamed the halls until Poppy caught sight of you, immediately heading back to “Safe Haven” to tell Doey.

Matthew who was in control of Doey was intrigued and headed out to take a peak at you before anyone else could, whether that be the Doctor of the odd employee running around somewhere.

Around where you were was a VHS tape, easily found and placed in the VCR.

The tape was distributing to say the least, even Kevin was a bit ticked after listening to it.

It contained your moments before death, your screams, cries, pleads, it was heartbreaking for Matthew to hear.

But Jack, recognized that voice, he recognized the name the scientist called, the outline of your form on the operation table.

Jack started to think what you walked into wasn’t an office at all.

His emotions got the better of him and ran from the VHS recording as fast as he could, the last thing he saw was a toy, the toy Poppy was talking about.

The one he ran into.

“Y-y/n..?!”

#poppy playtime #platonic #doey ppt #ppt x reader #poppy playtime doey #doey x reader #poppy playtime x reader #matthew hallard #kevin barnes #jack ayers #doey #doey the doughman #hello tumblr #idk what else to tag #they deserved better

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hivemuthur · 2 days ago

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely amazing. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to make a request. Could u write something super fluffy w vik, just pure, cozy domestic vibes with no work since it’s the weekend—maybe soft morning sex, making and sharing breakfast, taking care of Viktor’s potted plants, grocery shopping, or anything along those lines. And vik realises that taking a break from his work isn’t so bad at all. Thank you so much!

Hi Anon! I guess I shouldn't bother anymore, but sorry for the long wait :v here's some morning sex with Viktor hehe (and they do other things too)

Long Weekend

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! smut + fluff

word count: 2,3K

artist on X

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Viktor wakes with one arm less than he should have only to realise your head resting in the crease of his elbow acts as a dam holding his blood back from circulating toward his fingers. He wonders, for a moment, what happens there, in his fingertips with all the trapped cells, whether they wither away as his tissues desperately suck out all of the available oxygen or do they squeeze past the press of your cheek, just at a very slow rate.

He connects the tips of his thumb and index finger only to make sure he feels absolutely nothing from the elbow down and wonders again if he should wake you or just shake you off gently. His mind lands on the former, sleep still crusting his eyes as he begins to squeeze his feeling palm between the skin on your cheek and the valley of his joint, accidentally coaxing a protest from your mouth.

“Viki, no,” you groan softly, eyes still closed, brows scrunching. Hand bats his fingers away and he chuckles, voice still hoarse, “Baby, we will have to amputate soon if you don’t free me.”

“Noo,” you whine, wrapping yourself around him like a vice, leg pressing on his belly, arm squeezing between his waist and a mattress, free hand coming to rake through his hair. He sighs, flexing his fingers and elbow, blood crushing back forcefully, almost unpleasantly, as the feeling of thousands of prickling pins surges under his skin, soaking into the muscles.

“That will work,” he says, wrapping his thawing fingers into your hair and scratching your scalp.

“Wait.” You open one eye and throw him a suspicious look. “Are you not trying to flee?”

He shakes his head with a soft smile and presses a kiss to your temple, then sighs. “I promised, did I not? I’m an honourable man.”

You only eye him suspiciously, fully prepared for the I’ll only pop to work for an hour trick. Or the other one, the I forgot something one. You hate them both equally, but you did make him promise, with a hand on his chest and eyes drilled into yours as he repeated the vow word for word after you. Such dramatic means to cage your man at home for two days, if somebody asks you, but desperate times called for desperate methods.

So desperate, that when he folded with an exasperated, “Fine,” it was nearly not enough, so you followed him around the apartment asking constantly, “Do you really promise?” to the point of driving him insane. So he seized your nagging mouth with his, wrapped his hands around you and breathed, “I promise, to everything that’s sacred.” Kissed you some more, kicked your legs so you were the force dragging you both to the bedroom, and then he said, “Shut up already,” with all the love poured into it and then fucked you stupid so you had no more questions left in you.

And now you lay here, promise so far being kept, seeping through Viktor’s arms wrapped around you, his foot tickling yours gently and his stomach rising and falling, your thigh with it.

“Alright then,” you give him the benefit, lowering your head back onto his chest and he chuckles and yawns, loud and wide. You play with the hair curling around his ears, press your nose to the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of sleep on him.

Heartbeat still slow, pumping lazily, Viktor runs his hand over your thigh, fingers spread wide when he gets to your ass and grabs a handful of flesh, kneading and squeezing. He hums, pats one of the cheeks so you snake up a bit to meet his mouth and you share the morning drool with him, heavy and sticky, before your jaw unlocks and your tongue wakes up properly.

“Hmm, what’s this for?” you ask, rolling your weight onto him, your chests now flush together as you tangle all of your fingers into his hair.

“Just exploring the benefits of sleeping in,” says Viktor, lips curving into a smile, and indeed he is exploring, adjusting your ass to rest on his core and he rocks you gently into another kiss. All so slow, sloppy almost, if the two of you weren’t still carrying the sand of sleep within you, hands dry and warm on each other.

“Please explore further, maybe I will convince you to finally take a vacation.” With that you press yourself down onto him and Viktor grunts out something like a warning, keeping you in place when you try to retreat.

“Let’s start with a long weekend, hmm? Baby steps,” he purrs into your mouth and rolls his hips underneath you, holding you still as he licks the quiet moan off your lips. How sweet it tastes on his tongue when you are all warm and pliant and all he has to do is to just shift a little bit to rub himself on you.

He looks so pretty in the morning glow—sun sinking into the room through the cracks in the curtains paints him in golden stains, plays around his eyes and hair as you run your thumbs through the hollows of his cheeks. You sink back into a kiss. His tongue feels soft, and you melt between breaths, first drops of heat slipping out of you onto his cock.

Ass still in his grasp, you do little to no movement and just let his mouth travel from the corner of your mouth to your chin and jaw, where he sucks, then leaves a shy nip, teeth barely there. You flex your neck under his lips, your back arches more and more until he slides freely between his lower abdomen and your pussy, and you have to bury your face back in his neck.

He cocks his head so that his lips brush your forehead when he utters, “I want you.”

Wordlessly, you lick your palm and reach it between you, fingers wrapping around his cock in a lazy stroke. You press gently on the base, drag your touch to the top and rub his head on your clit, everything in the rhythm of your hips rocking together.

“Tease,” he smirks, and you hum a chuckle into his throat.

What is feels like to have your man unhurried, to not have to grasp his belt in haste and press your face into his crotch in an attempt to keep him home for ten more minutes, indescribable. You could whine to this feeling only, the realisation that you could be at it for hours and nothing will interrupt you, nothing will take him away from you today.

It swells in your chest as you slide him inside you, slowly, inch filling you by inch and Viktor squeezes your ass tighter, guiding you down on him with a slow, breathy exhale, as if this brings him relief. You leech your mouth onto the spot where his jaw is sharpest, then lick his ear to finally kiss it as reverently as you would kiss his mouth.

He exhales deeply and you can feel the stretch travelling up your core. Once he is hilted, you just breathe, adjust to him, teasing him with gentle flex of your muscles and smile each time a pretty sound falls from his lips. For a while it’s just a twitch for twitch, gasp for gasp, a non-verbal conversation happening between your mouths while your bodies negotiate who will make the first move.

Viktor does, bending his knees and spreading your thighs further apart. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and respond with a small roll of your hips, rocking his cock inside you. “Yes,” a quiet praise falls from him as the bond between his hands and your ass is finally severed and the white imprints of where he touched fade into pink. The same touch travels up, stops around your hip to hook in its crease while his other hand strokes the curve of your spine and rests wrapped around the back of your neck.

His touch is warm, still sleepy, every deep breath and slow beat of a heart translates into a squeeze here and there as his fingers sink back into your skin.

“It seems I’ve been missing a lot, hmm?” he hums, extending his fingers to the base of your skull, drawing dozy purrs from you.

“You have no idea,” you say, your mind half-there, half of it concentrated on milking Viktor’s cock and sliding up and down his torso. The usually raw country of his body is so welcoming now, his navel peppered with dark hair grinding underneath you, stomach bellowing slowly into yours until you are all mixed breaths and hands holding each other through each slow thrust.

The buildup is creeping into your muscles gently, swelling, pulsing in your lower belly each time Viktor grunts or moans against your mouth. “So good,” he whispers, eyes closed, his eyelashes dusting over your cheek. With the lapping subtlety of incoming tide the shape of you becomes the shape of him and you both wax into one through this calm completion reached between breaths, praises shared like a secret between your mouths.

You come wrapped around him tightly, and Viktor follows soon after, spilling himself inside you with a few slow thrusts, his face buried in your neck. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple, arms still holding you close, his body drenched in bliss.

“I will admit,” he murmurs, cradling your head, “this is better than crawling into the lab at seven in the morning.”

“Well, I’m flattered,” you smirk, already busy kissing his neck as he softens inside you. “I’ll have you know this activity comes with coffee, too.”

“Does it now? I don’t see any. I think I’ll have to speak with your manager,” Viktor teases, rolling you both over so that he’s now lying on top of you. “I’ll make the coffee. You stay here,” he mutters, pressing a soft peck to your lips.

“Why?”

“I want to explore this activity further once I’m properly awake,” he says, scrambling out of bed, fastening his brace, and throwing the nearest jumper over his shoulders. It’s yours.

You stretch out lazily, and indeed, when Viktor returns with the coffee pot, you explore the activity further—this time, faster. Until your stomach betrays your other basic human need, making it clear that you both need to eat.

Squeezing oranges for juice is your job, yet you barely press on the fruits, too busy ogling Viktor’s hands as he cracks eggs into the frying pan.

“See something you like?” he teases, and you wonder how he knows without even looking at you.

“Shut up,” you snort, putting more effort into dismembering the oranges.

You eat together, and the stupid grin on your face refuses to fade. You don’t even try to hide it. Viktor only smiles knowingly between bites, though he does his best not to look too triumphant about it. His foot nudges yours under the table, and when you glance up at him, he tilts his head, feigning innocence.

"What’s so amusing?" he asks, dabbing at his lips with a napkin.

"Nothing," you hum, still grinning. "I’m just enjoying this."

He chuckles, shaking his head, but doesn't argue.

The two of you part only for the essentials—morning routines and quick trips to grab fresh clothes—but for the rest of the day, you remain practically attached at the hip. You go out for groceries, Viktor's hand settling on the small of your back as you navigate the market together. He huffs in amusement as you haggle for the best produce, muttering something about your ‘ruthless negotiation tactics,’ but in the end, he lets you have your way.

Back home, you cook side by side, shoulders brushing as you move around the kitchen. Viktor insists he’s a very precise sous-chef, but you catch him sneaking a taste of whatever he’s chopping. “Quality control,” he claims, entirely unapologetic.

By the afternoon, you curl up with a book, your head resting on Viktor’s lap as he absentmindedly strokes your hair. You feel him shift beneath you every so often, his fingers twitching like he’s reaching for a pen, but he never gets up. He never moves toward his work. You’re fairly sure you’ve achieved the impossible—his mind is not consumed by research or equations. Just you. Just this moment.

Evening settles in, golden light spilling through the windows, and Viktor all but drags you back toward the bedroom. You laugh, half-protesting, but his grip is firm, his intent undeniable.

“Has the domestic life won you over already?” you tease.

Viktor hums, tilting his head as if considering. “Almost. Perhaps a little more convincing would work in your favour, though.”

You arch a brow, playing along. “And what’s in it for me?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of Viktor’s lips before he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “I think I’ve warmed up to the idea of a long weekend,” he murmurs, his voice rich with suggestion. His fingers trail feather-light up your spine, teasing, slow. “I just need… one last push.”

You gasp as his hands find their mark, but before you can retaliate, Viktor sweeps you up into another kiss, effectively ending the conversation in favour of much more persuasive arguments.

When sleep finally claims you both, tangled in each other’s warmth, Viktor realises something. The world did not collapse. The lab did not burn down. His work is still there, waiting, but today... today belonged to something else. To something just as important.

And maybe, just maybe, taking a break isn’t so bad after all.

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 day ago

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Teddy Bears

Summary: She... doesn't dislike him?

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Word Count: 2186

Warnings: tiniest bit of angst? no angst? idk but it is kinda chaotic lolll i love it

A/n: based on this request 😋 @mellowmusings ily thank you for giving me this idea hehe I HOPE U LIKE IT POOKIE 🥹

also @potatoplace and @sapphicmsmarvel, dedicated to u two cus i love u lots ur the best 🥹

(also something funny to distract tato from cramps hehe)

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!��🥳🥳

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If there was such a thing as Fae Going Mad List, Azriel was sure he’d be on the top of it.

He was not sure how to describe the feeling of helplessness that he had been feeling for quite some time now. Some days, it was barely a speck of awareness in the back of his mind. The others, he didn’t even want to leave his bed. It took sheer willpower, his shadow’s encouragement, Cassian’s constant nagging and the hope that maybe, that day would be the day Y/n finally gave him anything other than her signature condescending glare that she wore when it came to him that got him out of his pity party most days.

The fact that the person evoked such feelings in him did not care also gave him a bit of a reality check, enough to break out of the haze of self hatred.

Remember the plan.

Azriel glanced sideways at the little shadow that floated next to his ear as he climbed up the steps to the training ring, brows furrowed. Of course he remembered the plan. Or whatever half assed thoughts he called a plan, anyways.

Waking up, he had been filled with dread and determination, telling himself that enough was enough, today was the day that Y/n will have to tell him the reason she always had her nose turned up at him, as if she could not be bothered to look at him without contempt.

The training ring was mostly empty, as it usually was when the sun was high in the sky, except for two figures on the far end towards the edge. Cassian’s wings towered over the two, casting shade onto the smaller figure sat beside him.

Once again, the sight of the back that should have been proudly carrying her own set of wings stabbed a dagger of guilt into his heart, making Azriel wonder if he should even have the right to talk to her.

After all, it had been his fault she had lost her wings.

It was well known that after a female became eighteen years of age, her wings had to be cut off. Knowing the traditions, Rhysand had gathered Cassian and Azriel and decided that one of them had to be with her at all times of the day. She had been like a sister to Rhysand, and the only friend outside of each other, so the need to protect her was not questioned.

The day it had happened, Azriel had been on his resting day after a week of training. Back then, none of the three Illyrians were allowed to train on their rest days, or else the Lady of Night would have their arses.

Naturally, Azriel was supposed to follow Y/n around.

Of course, she didn’t want him to.

"Azriel, I am not a baby. You will leave me alone-"

"I won’t."

She huffed, pausing her angry march up the side of a hill she was trekking to get water from a nearby river. "You will."

Azriel glared right back. "It is my duty to Rhysand. I-"

"Fuck off!"

She had thrown a wooden bucket at him, fury radiating off of her, and it had infuriated Azriel, how she acted like she was oh so better than him. He knew she was, sure, but it maddened him all the same.

And in a bout of frustration, Azriel spread his wings as far as they would go, then beat them and flew off, back towards the house where he planned to spend his ‘rest’ day doing exactly that and not wasting precious time on someone who was too ungrateful to accept protection.

Deep in his heart, he had dreaded the future, somehow knowing he would live to regret his decision.

And he did. Regret and shame had become best buddies of the shadowsinger, following him around more closely than his shadows did. If only he had not listened to her, he could have saved those beautiful wings he wished he had the chance to cherish.

But thinking about his shortcomings and faults was not going to help him today, so he pushed those thoughts in the back of his mind, to be picked up and inspected later. For now he needed to focus.

What’s your problem with me?

Why do you not like me?

Why do you always fight with me?

How can I make it up to you?

Azriel repeated the words in his head as he marched towards the edge of the ring, pushing his shoulders back and lifting his wings. Eyes focused, fists clenched.

When he was almost upon the two, Y/n turned, lips parted as if mid-sentence. She stared at him, dissecting each part of him with just a glance. Disarming him with just a glance.

And all words flew out of Azriel’s head. The only that remained were extremely unhelpful.

She’s beautiful.

No, what was it?

How’s your problem with me?

"Hey, Az."

Azriel blinked, nodding at Cassian, not missing the sight of the smirk on his brother’s face as he stood. Cassian ignored the lack of words from Azriel and walked closer, clapping him on the shoulder and leaning in to whisper. "Lover boy finally got balls?"

Azriel shot him a sharp glare, pulling his shadows closer to himself. "Shut up."

Cassian grinned lazily, lifting his hands placatingly before walking off, whistling an infuriating tune.

The same one Azriel had mentioned reminded him of Y/n.

Asshole.

Azriel watched Cassian disappear through the archway into the dim interior of the starwell, swallowing, before turning back to Y/n, who was drawing her legs back up over the edge, beginning to stand.

Those thighs-

"Wait-" She paused, glancing at him. Azriel swallowed, feeling his stomach flip and trying his best to ignore it as he moved closer to Y/n. "I wanted to talk."

"To me?" She mumbled, brows raised. Her voice did things to him, as it always did, but the surprise in her voice distracted Azriel.

"Well, do you see anyone else here?"

She scowled, lowering her legs back down and letting them swing. "I have no obligation to listen to you, you know. Being nice would do you a favour."

Azriel sighed, settling down next to her, faintly noting how the sun was hitting her back, making her hair look a shade lighter. He also noted the way she was squinting to see, peering up at him.

That wouldn’t do.

He spread his wings, lifting them slightly until she was sitting in their shadow. He did not miss the quick glance she shot behind her, nor did he miss the slight widening of her eyes and faint blush on her cheeks.

That could be from sitting in the sun too long,but Azriel liked to think the reason for her blushing was him.

"I’m sorry."

She hummed, turning her head to stare down at the city. "What did you want to say?"

"I…" he paused wondering how to go about this, then decided it would be best to get straight to the point, seeing as Y/n herself had mentioned, she had no obligation to listen to him and could very well walk away if he beat around the bush. "I just wanted to know why you dislike me so much."

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I’d like to know and maybe apologise. I’m tired of this- this cat and mouse chase."

She snorted. "What’s the point in apologising if you have to ask me about the mistake you made?"

Azriel looked down at his lap, chagrined as much as he was frustrated. "I cannot remember what I did, I am sorry. Please tell me?"

Surprise flickered over Y/n’s beautiful features before she straightened, clearing her throat. "Oh, um… you said please."

Azriel raised a brow. "And?"

"I didn’t think you would, this is a surprise."

Immediately, Azriel felt his lips turn down at the corners. "You’re so funny."

She smiled coyly, the fire in her eyes was at complete odds with it. "Do you or do you not-"

"Fine, fine. I’m sorry."

She huffed, shaking her head. "Now you’ve annoyed me and I don’t want to tell you."

Frustration bubbled over, and Azriel pushed to his feet, glaring at her when she tilted her head back, confused. "Have a good day, Y/n."

He turned away, knowing he should stay and let her bully him to her heart’s content, but telling her, again and again, how he wanted to repent and make things up to her, being vulnerable enough to let her take jabs at him and not fight back was unfamiliar. It made unease crawl under his skin.

It made him worry that if he let his mask drop enough to make her comfortable talking about what had bothered her, she’d see how weak, how pathetic he was and be disgusted.

Maybe this whole plan was useless, pathetic.

"Az- wait!" He paused, glancing back at her. "I’m sorry, I went too far."

Azrie ducked his head in a shallow nod, looking away from her.

"You were trying to make things right and I- I’m sorry."

Azriel shook his head. "It’s fine. You have the right to-"

"That’s right! I do." Brows raised, Azriel turned back to her, surprised at the sudden change in her tone. "You did the worst thing ever to me and never apologised. I have the right to be angry."

Azriel swallowed, nodding. "I shouldn’t have left that day. I should have apologised and begged for forgiveness sooner."

When she didn’t say anything Azriel lifted his head, scared of her reaction. But she simply stared at him, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about? Shouldn’t have left where? When?"

"Your wings? This is about that, no?"

Her eyes widened, lips parting. "Oh my- mother, no! Not at all, no, Azrie! Why would I ever- you dumb male, I would never hold something like that over you!"

Azriel swallowed again, unable to look away from her. "Then- why not? If I hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have lost them-"

"And maybe I would have lost something more precious. Everything happens for a reason. Maybe if I hadn’t lost my wings that day, Rhys wouldn’t have made rules to ban wing clipping his priority. I do not care about that. I am not mad about that. What I am mad about is far more important than that."

Azriel blinked, shifting on his legs. "Oh… then what made you dislike me, if not that?"

She rolled her eyes before poking him in the chest. "You fucking stole my teddy bear and pushed me after you did."

Azriel blinked, then blinked again. "I- what?"

"And you still haven’t given it back to me."

Azrie’s lips parted, then closed, then opened again. At this point, he was trying to remember if someone had mixed up some sort of drug in his food, because what in the hell?

"I- I don’t remember."

She huffed, wrapping her arms around herself. It took all of Azriel’s willpower to not look. "Of course you don’t remember, asshole. I was playing with my toy, and you snatched it from me, and when I fell, you didn’t even help me up."

Azriel stared at her, incredulity dripping from his voice as he tried to hold in a snort but failed. "Y/n, are you being serious?"

She scowled, pushing him back. "Stop laughing. I am being serious."

"I’m not laughing!" Despite the words, Azriel’s lips twitched, lifting.

She huffed, turning away. Azrel instantly felt bad, so he lunged to grab her hand, tugging lightly.

"Sorry, sorry. I will get you that teddy back, yeah?"

Y/n peered at him, frown still in place. "What if you don’t?"

"I will."

The burn of a mark made Azriel wince, making him pull back the lapels of his shirt. There, over his left pectoral, was a small mark in the shape of a bear. Just amazing.

"Hmm. I believe you, then."

Azriel refrained from rolling his eyes, feeling himself break out in a fond smile. "So am I forgiven?"

"Give me a reason to forgive you."

"I’ll get you three new teddy bears."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

He nodded dutifully, placing a hand over his heart. "Really."

She smiled then, the sight ethereal, almost otherworldly in its beauty. Azriel couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were so- so beautiful, mesmerising, he wanted to-

No. Stop.

He forced himself to look up into her eyes, his focus finally shifting to his rapidly beating heart. He could almost win a racing competition, he was sure.

Y/n smirked at him, a knowing look in her eyes before she turned, heading to the stairwell, and this time, Azriel said nothing, just watched her go.

Right before she disappeared through the archway, though, she paused, glancing back. "By the way, I never disliked you. It was just funny seeing you squirm. See you later, shadowsinger!"

Azriel blinked. So all that… effort, for nothing?

She’s funny.

A shadow whispered.

Mother help me.

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redheadspark · 2 days ago

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Azriel 9

A/N - Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!

Whipped

Summary - Azriel has it bad, and he won't admit it

Warnings - Fluffiness

“Spill,”

“It’s not your concern, Cassian,”

“It kind of is since you almost killed one of our best recruits,”

Azriel looked from top of the table in front of him over to Cassian, whim had a raised brow at him as he sat across the desk in Rhysand’s chair. Rhysand was causally behind him, leaning against the tall window of his person study at the River House, his arms crossed and watching the Spymaster who was feeling as though the spotlight was on him. It was, given the recent stunt he pulled and how it came out of nowhere. What he did was not like him: in fact it was far from it. He was usually cool and calm, his mind was always clear and he knew what the next step would be in his day.

But that day was not like any other day, all because of one person.

Cassian, a small smile on his face, reached over to pour a small glass of whiskey for Azriel. He reached over to place the glass in font of the Spymaster. Azriel glared at Cassian, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, best to get if off your chest now while you can,” Cassian joked as Rhsyand rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going to let him down when it comes to this, are you?” Rhsyand asked Cassian lightly, whom was still watching Azriel with his trained eyes. Azriel hated this, he would rather be back at the camps with the reckless recruits that were too cocky for their won good than be here with his two childhood friends that knew which buttons to push. But this was his own doing, and he took the whiskey to drink it in one go with grimace.

“Damn, and that’s my good whiskey as a gift from your High Lady,” Rhysand grumbled in amusement as Azriel clanked the glass back on the desk top. He sighted, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Azriel, best to let it out than keep it in,” Cassian advised his old friend and fellow Illyrian. Azriel took in a long breath, closing his eyes for a moment. It felt like he was about to go through an insane torture session, but he was one being tortured not the other way around.

It was best to let it out than keep it in, even with how embarassing it was.

Earlier that day he was up at the camp, the winter winds whirling above the camp as most of the recruits were out and about for a day of training. Azriel wasn’t meant to be there, he had obligations back at Velaris with plenty of paperwork to keep him busy and his mind occupied. He was distracted as of late, he could admit to that. He hated being distracted, it was the last thing he needed.

It wasn’t one thing that made him distracted, more like someone. A particular person in fact, whom was been haunting him for some years. This person was someone who crept into his life from the first meeting.

It was you: a high fae from Dawn Court.

Who were hired to come to Night Court by your old back in Dawn Court, you were head of security for the high fae families and was now needed in Night Court to not only fight alongside the Illryians but to train them as well. You were a tougher leader, someone none of the soldiers expected when Cassian introduced you to the entire camp. Of course, some Captains grumbled at the notion of a female running a camp and giving out orders. But that didn’t stop Cassian from being smug and happy at the notion of someone else training the cocky newbies.

Azriel met you with a firm handshake and a shy smile. But your own smile made his heart race, it was so wide and seemed so pure and genuine. How can someone with a hard shell be so gentle in a smile and kind in tone? You were a mystery to him, not to mention the rare beauty that you had in the shine of your hair.

How can someone make him question all that he knew?

That was months ago, and you and Azriel grew a good friendship with one another. You both worked with each other constantly, helping out with new training tactics, putting the recruits in their place, even where to place security throughout Night Court and Velaris. You had plenty of ideas to share with Azriel, whom was taking in all you told him. He loved hearing what you had to say, taking his own notes.

But that also meant his own feelings would get to him from time to time. He would catch himself watching you for a few seconds longer, his gaze lingering when you would walk away to chat with the others captains or go over paperwork in one of the main tents. He hated that it was distracting him or making his thoughts wander, but he couldn’t help it either. This never happened to him before, not with anyone else in his life.

He was catching feelings, and it was saying him.

The day it went too far was when you were chatting with one of the Captains out the outskirts of the camp. Azriel could only watch from the other side of the camp, seeing with burning eyes as the Captain was chatting with you as if you two were old friends. You weren’t, in fact you barely chatted with anyone else there almost the Illyrian. You had a few friends in Velaris where you were living since it was not safe for you to be a female captains amongst plenty of Illryians.

Azriel felt like he was about to throw up and pass out at the same time as you were still talking to that Captain, your smile radiating like the sun and your long hair in brains behind you, He hated this, hated how a simple gaze from you can change his day or how hearing your speak would make his world a bit brighter. And because of those light feelings, jealousy was ensuing. This was also new: the Spymaster of Night Court behind jealous or anyone talking to you or making you laugh. Why would he be concerned about this? Who was he to worry about you and whom you talked to?

Did he love you?

Azriel watched with trained eyes as you were looking uneasy in the conversation then, almost like you were felt off. But the Captain you were chatting with did not care, he was even hovering a bit closer to you. Almost a bit too close to Azirel’s liking, who was now seeing red at this point since he could see and almost feel how you wanted to back up and leave the spot. Azriel knew body language well, and your body linage was putting up red flags.

The one thing that did change the tides was Illyrian placing his hand on your arm a bit too roughly.

Azriel saw red.

“So…that led you to almost breaking his nose and nearly ripping his throat out?” Rhysand asked tentatively, Azirle grimacing from the question as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. He hated reliving it in his mind, it all felt like flashes that were blinking one moment after another. But he did remember hitting the Illyrian’s face over, slamming him to the ground like he was a sake of potatoes. He remembered seeing the shocked look on your face as Azriel stalked away with a clenched first that was speckled in blood.

But he was glad he did it, no matter how bad it looked.

“Rhys, our boy is whipped,” Cassian said in a light manner and a chuckle on his lips. Azriel glared at him, though Cassian was not scared one bit. In fact he laughed as Rhysand could not help but smile. He was nothing to admit that the did have feelings for you, but it was real to him. He was officially afraid that his feelings made him could his sight, but he also was not going to run from it. Not like when he would run and his shadows were follow him.

No, he was planted where he was

“Say one more thing about it, and I can rip your wings off with ease,” Azriel warned Cassian, whom just licked his tongue as Azriel poured another friend.

“Yeah, you’re beyond whipped,”

The End

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mtcloudsworld · 1 day ago

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Hi, I asked you a few days ago if you take requests I was too scared to bother you by sending an actual request. But would you do a Valentine’s Day smut/fluff for Jason x fem reader. Jason actually being super Sweet and romantic and spoiling her on Valentine’s Day, I know it’s late you don’t have to if you don’t want and thank you for responding to my question a few days ago 🤎🤎🤎

Awe please bother me!! 🥺

I really don't mind if you guys inbox me. If you have a request, wanna say hi or have a question, please don't be afraid to message me! I'm all ears 😁👍🏾

Sorry it took me so long to respond. It took me some time to muster up your request. I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you or anything. I did have something in my drafts and was having a hard time articulating the way I wanted it to go. Luckily your request came in clutch, I appreciate that very much.

I feel like my brain was going into a hundred different directions with this one 😂 please forgive me if it's not exactly what you wanted but believe me when I say I really tried.

I feel with Jason Valentine's Day is an every single day thing with him, I got nothing but love for that man.

Don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, also like and reblog if you want. Ty!! Enjoy lovebugs :) 🩷🦠

(p.s.) do y'all like regular fonts or tiny fonts? Please lmk your preference when it comes to reading. Hopefully everyone is on the same page, I know that'll kind of be hard because everyone reads differently but I'm curious either way.

- ☁️

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘; 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡⏜

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, vigilante/bf! JasonTodd, good ol' missionary, love making, oral (f receiving), lovey dovey, a little bit of masturbation, submissive, pet names: babe, baby, mamas, doll, love, sweetheart. This is a pretty long one, longer than I expected so please forgive me for that. Edited, but in case of any errors, ignore :) ty <3<3<3

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, hits his nose upon entering your apartment. The sight of your spacious living room made him freeze as it was pristine and polished...not at all clustered with clutter or seen as untidy like it usually does.

Junk mail shredded and thrown to the trash. The floor in every room vacuumed and mopped.

Rose petals along the floor.

Books and vinyls were placed on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. The numerous polyester blankets you loved collecting were placed in the wicker basket near the brown entertainment center.

The lamp beside the couch was dimmed low. A few candles lit around the space. Gentle, slow music played lightly through the record player.

On the coffee table was a box of assortments, chocolate covered fruit with a drizzle of white chocolate on top, two glasses of wine and a red heart shaped gift bag on the side.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy. Intimate and sacred meant for two. Undoubtedly, there was something so perfect and elegant about this space that it had his heart fluttering.

It was subtle and simple, it made him grow impatient wanting nothing more than to see you and hold you. After a day of patrolling, dealing with Bruce and so on, he couldn't wait to get home.

This morning, he gave you breakfast in bed, surprised you with six different banquets of flowers, a diamond necklace with matching studs and ring that had the words "my one and only," engraved around it. He went as far as to give you his debt card.

Now, you never liked to spend his money on anything. You didn't even like the fact that he was spoiling it on you, but because he was as stubborn as a mule, he had cleared out your schedule anyways. He scheduled an appointment at the spa to get your nails done and an appointment at the hair salon. Although you pouted out of appreciation and told him he didn't have to do that, he rebuttal with a kiss on your lips and said, "I would do anything just for you."

After a day of getting pampered, you figured since your schedule was cleared, it was the perfect opportunity to tidy up the place, make it all presentable with rose petals on the floor, some vanilla scented candles, dim lighting-- make it look intimate and homey. Setting a few gifts in line, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and red wine on the table. You wanted it to look perfect before Jason came home.

It had only taken two and a half hours to shower, drench yourself in vanilla scented soap, moisturize your soft skin with Shea butter and spray on some perfume. You applied on some mascara and blood red lip gloss before slipping on a little something something.

And while you got yourself ready and the night began to set, you hear the apartment door shut.

"Baby, I'm home!" Jason feels his body relax when he hears the sound of your soft hums coming from down the hall, "Be right there!" Presumably believing you were in the bathroom since your bedroom light was off.

While he occupied himself with placing his weapons in a nearby safe box and leaned down to untie his boot laces, he hears you emerge from out of the bathroom, down the short hall towards the living room. You find him hunched over by the door placing his shoes to the side.

"How was it tonight?" You ask.

He hears your steps grow slow, pacing around.

"Slow as fuck. Don't know why Bruce called me in when he could've been back home with Selina. There was barely anyone out tonight." He states with slight irritation in his voice.

You nearly giggle as he continues to grumble underneath his breathe. When he stands up straighter, he's taken back by the sight of your appearance.

Suddenly breathless and speechless, his eyes scaled over your gorgeous anatomy moving around the coffee table to grab yourself a chocolate covered strawberry.

Jaw clenched and body slightly tense, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. He watches you approach the end of the sofa and perch yourself up on the armrest of the couch. Your soft, glowing legs crossed one over the other as you take small bites at the sweet fruit.

Flushed and piqued, his eyes grew wide from beneath the helmet. In all your glory, you looked so plushy and soft as your body was snugged in a sexy cherry red two piece lingerie.

It's material hugged around the bust of your tits, giving them an extra lift from the band underneath. Your nipples were hard from the lukewarm air seeping through the vents, causing them to surface through the thin fabric. The delicious sight of the thong hugging around the curves of your hips and richness of your thighs made you look all so yummy.

More yummy than that damn chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth right about now. He thought.

You nodded towards his direction, smiling a little when you noticed he hadn't moved an inch since you made eye contact, but, was just standing there, staring at you. "Need some help taking that off, handsome?" You say teasingly, impressed and aroused by the newly improved suit branded in all black hugged and defined every muscle and thick part of his anatomy. The symbolic red bat emblem placed in the middle of his chest, some pieces of his suit were still kevlar and others were leather.

He chuckles, finding himself stunned by you entirely. He thinks he might go insane just by the way you were looking at him. Ruin you and devour you. He had to take a moment to register your words, finding it hard to focus on anything but you.

"Uh, well....that's if you're up for the challenge, babygirl." He reckons, the modulator within the helmet making his voice ten times deeper than usual. "Otherwise, I'll gladly strip this off for you."

"Mmm, a strip tease? I believe you got me there, baby." You purred, tilting your head to the side curiously. The sound of clicking is heard, hissing from underneath causing pressure to be released. His hands reach up for the red helmet, slipping it off carefully to reveal his head.

"Personally I think that option would be more... sexier." You thought out loud allowing your shiny red lips to wrap seductively around the berry and deliberately suck on the chocolate.

He releases a deep chuckle as he sets the helmet to the side. His short black and white streak hair sexily tousled and curly from the humidity of the helmet.

The sight of his handsome face and those piercing sapphire eyes made you feel a storm brew from within, butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach, your nerves tingling. You felt a wave of excitement circulate through your system as he glances between you and the living room.

"I love what you did with the place."

He stood tall, glaring over your gorgeous profound frame. He doesnt take his eyes off you as he begins to slip the gloves off, setting them on a nearby shelf. Carefully unzipping the leather jacket, he slips it off and lays it to the side.

"I wanted it to look extra special for tonight."

Your words were sweet, too sweet, to the point, his own teeth were about to rot. Effortlessly, you had him in a chokehold, you lived rent free in his mind. With all your cuteness, your down right innocence and flaws, you had a way of tugging at his heart strings.

Like any other time, you always found yourself swooned at the sight of him. Whether he's in armour, shirtless with grey sweatpants, roaming around here in only boxers or just outright naked, his fine ass could never fail to amaze you.

You fell hard for Gotham's most favorite vigilante.

The way he treats you, cares for you, makes you feel like a queen, practically worshiping the ground you walk on and then some, he would do just about anything to see you smile again and again and again-- he had your heart, and you had his.

"Hm, and this?" He points to the lingerie you were currently settled in, walking up to you with his hands buried in his pockets.

"Oh this? I bought it after I got my hair and nails done. Which thank you by the way, it was very much needed." You stated twinkling your fingers his face. "I figured I'd give it a shot," you shrugged intentionally running your hands over your body, "I wanted to see how it looked on me and honestly I think I made the best decision in my life, don't you agree?"

Purposely wanting his eyes to stay on you at all times, you stood up from your seat to give a little spin. It was slow and cruel as your hands roamed down along your sides to the band of your thong, fingers curling underneath the band to then hear them smack against your skin from the tight restriction. His eyes examined closely with a low hum in satisfaction at the sweet roundness of your ass cheeks.

"So, what do you think?~ You like it?" You chimed in a sing-song tone.

"Hm, I do," He draws you closer, your hands resting at the tops of his shoulders to feel his own squeeze at your sides and slowly draw lower, pressing you possessively against his hard torso. The tip of his nose brushes against your cheek, delicately planting kisses to your skin feeling how your flesh begins to heat up. He whispers into your ear "In fact, I love it on you so much, I just might fuck you in it."

You'd be lying if you said that wasn't your plan from the beginning. However, somewhere in your goofy mind, you didn't think it was gonna be this soon.

He kissing along your cheek and adventuring to ghost over your lips. He feels you lean into his embrace, reaching up on the tops of your tippy toes to place your delicate hands along his face, he engulfed every ounce of you.

With half lidded eyes, Jason watches how your lashes kiss at your cheeks, brows scrunched at the savoring taste of mint and chocolate on each other's tongues made you moan softly. With each peck, the kiss grew deeper and deeper. With needy intent, his fingers began to dig into your flesh, groping at the fat of your sides.

"God, you smell so good." He murmurs between kisses. Burning with desire, your heavenly intoxicated touch made it so hard for him to detach from you. It left him breathless, forgetful and completely immersed in the presence of you.

It was the kind of intoxicated that made things feverish and desperate, lips feeling more like petals as they move in sync with his. Intoxicating to the point you had him grunting lowly, growling a little as he starts to become greedy.

Everything moved so swiftly as he laid you on the couch. His massive body proceeding to loom over you. You giggle as he tries to follow in pursuit, smiling a little while he leaves a trail of kisses up the navel of your torso.

Laid beneath him in a vulnerable state, your hands were above your head feeling breathless and overwhelmed. You couldn't process everything at once as you felt like the predator had caught its prey in one go.

You observe how his large palms effortlessly veiled around the bust of your breasts. Squeezing them with a gentle yet firm grasp, his thumbs graced ever so gently over your nipples in circular motion. Attentive to the shaky exhale, he notices how your buds become swollen and hard. Taking one in his mouth, he sucks on it gracefully while he teases and pinches the other.

Although you were growing anxious, impatient and needy, you found yourself staring at the boxes of fruit.

"Mmph, jason?"

"Mm'yes baby?"

Your nipple pops from out of his mouth, going in to give the other a lick, he proceeds to leave more kisses down your navel. Mentally thanking God for every imperfect perfect flaw he had placed along your body.

"Shouldn't we...ah, shit...put the fruit away before they melt?"

Jason was too enthralled, in his own little world, to worry about that damn fruit. The way you were worrying your pretty little head over the littlest things had him chuckling wholeheartedly.

He was too bothered to say a word as he was preoccupying himself with your cunt. It looked like a beautiful sloppy mess after he pulled the thong to the side. To see your pretty little pussy glisten under the dim lighting, had his dick twitching in his pants.

"I don't want them to melt...if we...don't put them... Oh my god..." You gasp out of surprise when you feel something soaking wet and warm lapping at your cunt. Gripping onto the cushions, your body tenses as you grew a frown on your face. "Ooh Jason" He spots the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing altered and had grown rapidly.

He moans at the taste of you, closing his eyes to concentrate on the way you lingered on his buds. As large as his hands were, you felt comfortable in the warm callous of his palms. Holding your thighs wide open in place, Jason caresses your skin lovingly while he coaxes you in a deep trance, completely wiping your mind clean as you focused on the way his mouth maneuvered.

It left you speechless, surprised, mind blown, mouth gaped open at the wet muscle gliding between your folds and over your clit. You felt frozen in place, gripping at the cushions as you moaned his name in bliss.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby."

Relentless and quenching for thirst, the more he inhaled your scent and continued to wallow in it, he found himself growing careless while he devours you.

Your arousal messily drips from around your thighs onto the sofa. You nearly clench your legs closed to the weird sensation of smacking, slurping, squelching and gushing from your pretty little hole.

As he latches his mouth around your lower lips, he dips two fingers into your heat. The vibrations of his grunts sends a tickling sensation to your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh steadily in place, feeling a surge of shivers go down your spine when you feel him pull away.

"Mhm, there you go, baby, that's it, just relax for me." He instructs, watching as your head lulls back in the armrest, shoulders slumped as you tug at the cushions.

"Focus on me. Focus on the way I make you feel, feels good now doesn't it?" You nod, humming in response. "Good...you always got your mind wondering about the littlest things, sweetheart." he chuckles observing how your body responds to him, hips bucking for more. "As much as I love you catering to me, tonight I just want it to be all about you. You deserve to relax, to feel good, you deserve to shut your brain off and let me take care of you. Let me treat you to something more soft and sweet. I wanna make sure you're at peace. You deserve to enjoy yourself, mama. You think you can you do that for me?"

You nod but he grunts in disapproval, "use your words, y/n, I wanna hear you say it."

"G-God yes, I can do that." You moaned.

Jason's fingers enter inside your leaking cunt, long and intruding, he thrusts them into your gummy walls. Feeling your sticky walls contract around his digits, he hums pleasing to her sucking him further in, each time getting deeper and deeper. Receiving a glossy shine from your arousal, he smirks moving forward between your thighs.

He takes charge effortlessly controlling and molding your body the way he wants. Massaging at your calves, up around your knees to your thighs where he skims his fingers down and over the inner parts of your thighs and around your hips.

The tips of his fingers reaches towards the curve of your breast, fondling and playing with your hardened nipples, he feels you start to move against him. His tongue thrusting in and out of you, you begin to moan loudly as you swivel your hips to match his pace.

"How does that feel baby? Feels good? Am I doing okay?" His voice grew an octave lower, deeper and raspier than before.

He was near the brink of wanting to ravenously eat you out the more he inhaled your essences. He felt your hands begin to tug at his hair and whine and whimper to the nibbling of teeth at your neck, tasting your perfume along his buds.

"S-So good, you're treating me so well." You stutter.

Groans and moans grew intense, finally giving in and throwing in the towel. Your body submits to the need of yearning, allowing him to stubbornly tend to your aching need.

He took his time appreciating, glorifying, worshiping your body and you as whole. He knew the right words to say, ones that made you feel bubbly inside. He knew how to make a girl feel special.

You always found yourself worrying about something or someone. You could never catch a break. You could never just take a breather for once. But that's what he wanted from you, for you to catch a break. To let someone else take the reins for once and just let you lay back and relax.

At some point you felt so weak and helpless emitting these pathetic whimpers as he slowly took his time to cherish you. But you couldn't help it, that's just how you felt, you were vulnerable underneath his care.

"M'gonna cum, Jay..." You stifled, arching into him.

"Mm, go on baby, cum for me." He instructs benevolently.

Once you release your final shakey exhale, your eyes fluttered close. Your lower abdomen churns and twists as if a knot had become undone, the rushing feeling of liquid exiting from out of your entrance spurts all over his fingers, a creamy substance coating them prettily.

"Mhm, there you go, baby. Such a good girl." He praises, licking your cum from off his fingers and down from your center. "Damn, you taste sweeter and sweeter every time." He murmurs, cleaning the rest of the mess you made before planting a kiss.

"Mm, off...please," you demand eagerly.

"Heh, needy baby?" He puzzles, pecking your lips repeatedly with an amused yet teasing tone to his voice.

"Very." You say trying to search for an opening any where in his suit.

"Okayokayokay! Hold on, love. Patience." He laughs prying your hands away from his body.

You watched as he strips of his suit, when he feels your gaze on him, he turns to you with a mischievous smirk, eyes filled with lust. "How you want it, baby?" He asks voice sultry as he kisses between your jaw and neck.

"Like this," you respond, pouting. "I wanna see your face."

"As if you don't see this face enough, every single day." Brushing his hair from out of his face, he groans to the feeling of his hand wrapped around his dick. Thick and long, precum protruding from his pink mushroom tip, you glimpse at the way his thumb begins to smear it around the tip and along his shaft, collecting salvia halfway, he slowly strokes himself off.

"When we have sex it's different. It's more intimate and sweet, gratifying even." You say seductively, biting on your lip.

Pussy beginning to ache and throb at the sight of him. Your delicate fingers draw south of your body like a magnet, gliding them between your folds, up and down and around your clit, you start to apply more pressure.

He notices you start to work yourself through, twitching in the palm of his hand, he glares over the way you handle yourself with such elegance.

Silky and sultry, he's vigilant to the way you moan his name, persuading him to come closer with just one single look.

Gradually with close and careful precision, the tip of his dick asserts itself inside you. Inch by inch, the girth of him painfully yet pleasing stretches you out.

Immediately groaning at the tightness, you praise him for the way he completes you, fulfilling every inch till he was half way in.

He fitted right on in like a missing puzzle piece clearing the void perfectly with the roll of his hips.

With a blissful sigh, your head goes back.

Welcoming the agonizing warmth through your body, your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. As you focus on the way he thrusts in and out of you steadily, slowly you try to adjust to his size, cursing underneath your breath, "F-fuck it's been too long. You're so big, baby." You whimper.

"I know, baby, I i know, just relax for me, m'kay?" he coos burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Danity hands running past his shoulders, the rippling effect of his muscles beneath your fingertips to then wrap your arms around him completely, drawing him closer.

Eyes fluttering shut the scent of his heavy cologne and gunpowder overwhelms you, traces of your kisses left on his shoulder and neck, your right hand moves towards the roots of his hair, curling around his silky strands.

Veiny hands brushing between the ends of your thighs to the roundness of your ass, your knees bend and legs open a little bit more for him to bottom out. His cock domineering into the dark enclosed space, he feels you pucker around the base of his dick, sucking him in deeper and deeper till he reached your pillowy cervix.

Your beautiful raunchy melodies grew louder and louder with every passing minute.

"Shit, Jay yes, right there."

Moaning his name repeatedly, his pace accelerates, hips starting to rut in rhythmic motion. Breaths bated, heavy grunts and cursing underneath his breath, he listens to you begin to wail as your nails dig into his skin. Skin slapping skin from the result of his hips pounding into yours, the continuous squelching of your arousal coaxes around your thighs with a fervor.

Nose ghosting over your pulse, he hums at the increase of your heart beat, lips placing a delicate kiss to the inimate space, he hears you start to speak gibberish.

"Fuck... I love you, I love you so much."

Without second thought, your words overflow like a fountain.

Joyously overcame with the idea of being adorned and desired from someone worth loving. You chose him out of all people, you chose him to be the love of your life.

And hearing those three little words slip from out of your mouth, made his movements go slow.

Eyes shot open and wide, he swears his heart just skipped a beat.

Flushed out of shock, his head stayed at the base of your neck. You, however, continued to hold him. Knowing that your words were gonna come off as unexpected and sudden, you didn't want to let him go, you weren't going to allow him to run away from the fact that the moments you've shared together wasn't all for nothing. That feeling that scared the living shit out of both of you was there.

Jason was terrified to say it. Maybe because he didn't ever want to run into the possibility of his lover being taken away from him? How his lifestyle is, he never had the problem of losing anything but when he met you, it was different. There was a chance, a possibility, that you could be gone in a blink of an eye. It was hard to fathom how someone, like you, could be so precious and yet so sweet, live in a world that was all dark and gloomy, his world, specifically. It didn't add up and didn't make any sense why you stayed with him after knowing what he does, after knowing about his messed up past and who his family truly was and what he was all about. How could you have stayed all this time?

There was silence.

You feel his head lift to give you a studied gaze, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs stroke at his scarred face.

He leans into your embrace, his forehead meeting yours, nose brushing against yours, his breath bated just as much as yours. This unfamiliar emotion growing deep within his chest made him suddenly shy, eyes flickering between yours with swollen gaped lips.

"It's okay, Jay, you can say it." You coerce in a hush tone, glancing between his orbs.

He completely melts into you, his gaze softening with grace and adoration.

"I love you, y/n," He utters, feeling his chest tighten. "I love you so much. I love you with fiber in my body. I love you to the point of living...to the point of death." His jaw clenched, swallowing hard. "Fuck... you make me feel so alive...I couldn't lose you to anything, baby, I can't...you'd be the death of me."

All you could do was smile and reach in to give him a sloppy kiss.

Like countless times before he proves himself right.

Without even telling you, you knew from the way he cared for you time after time again that he's always loved you and vise versa of course. You knew deep down inside he loved you from the start. It was evident in the way he kept engaging with you, there was consistency, constantly making effortless eye contact with you and attentive to you mentally, physically and emotionally. He loved you past your flaws. Equally, you both loved how you two just connected with a snap of a finger.

Even after this moment you were so sure of his promise-- his oath, that you were his one and only.

And after a few rounds of endless love making, intensive fucking and tainting each other's skin, Jason and you were tangled up on the floor with your backs against the couch. While opening the last bit of gifts, a polyester blanket covers your lower halves as you feed each other chocolate covered fruit and sip on some wine.

Aside from the necklace you'd gotten this morning, you received a pair of your favorite shoes. You've been keeping your eyes on them for awhile now. They were expensive as hell and you were just waiting for them to get on sale.

Jason, however, went ahead and bought them without hesitation. He also bought a couple of outfits to even complete the look. You'd receive a goody basket of all your favorite snacks, a big stuffed teddy bear and another vinyl to add to your collection.

For Jason, he was gifted another book from a vintage store, a brand new pair of shoes since the last ones were starting to get a little raggedy, two matching hoodies and sweatpants, and a recipe book that he had been meaning to get but completely forgotten about it.

When the boxes were all empty and red wrapping paper was all over the place, he noticed one more sitting on the coffee table by the half empty bottle of wine.

"I'm assuming this one's for me?" He points, cocking a brow at you.

You frown following his gaze.

"Oh shit, yeah, that's yours alright." You confirm stuffing your mouth with a gummy bear, propping your arm up on the couch and resting your head in your hand.

He chuckles with a shake of his head, reaching for the red heart shape bag and settling back down beside you.

You study carefully as he starts to pull the paper from out of the bag. Expecting to see the present right then and there, he scoffs when he lifts the box in his hand.

"What did you get me, woman?" He grumbles playfully, putting the bag and paper to the side.

"Open it and you shall find out." You state smartly drawing closer to him with anticipation.

The last gift you'd gotten him was a military dog tag, a locket with a picture of you and him inside it. It captured the moment when he had asked you to be his girlfriend in midwinter. Around the falling snow at a nearby park. There was a wide smile on your face when you had said yes. Jason was so nervous that day, he thought he was going to shit his pants.

Beside it was a silver sterling ring with gold edges around it and along the inside of it were the words "forever mine" engraved on it.

Although he wasn't the kind of person to lavish in jewelry, this was something worth showing off... aside from you of course.

He looks to you with gratitude, leaning in to give you a passionate kiss, you move half way. Your noses brush before your lips collide.

The lingering taste of pineapple kiwi from the candy along your tongue evolves in his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

Sucking the sweetness off your lips, his hand wraps around your neck, engulfing every sense of you as your mouths moved leisurely.

"I love you." He whispers once more, after parting from you.

Observing the sparkle in your under the candle lighting, he notices the smile across your face grew wider, nudging your nose against his sweetly.

"I love you too, Jason. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

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starrydali · 22 hours ago

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Out of Place - Rafe Cameron

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ You try to fit in with the girls Rafe hangs out with, but it’s obvious—you don’t belong here. Rafe sees it, watches you fumble, all wide-eyed and out of place. It’s almost cute. Almost pathetic. Either way, you’ll follow when he tells you to. You always do. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

The party is too loud, too hot, too much. You’re trying, though. Holding your drink, laughing when you’re supposed to, nodding like you understand the conversation. Like you belong.

You don’t.

Rafe sees it from across the room, beer in hand, watching you like he already knows how this will play out. You’re standing there, big brown eyes flicking between the girls beside you, trying to mirror the way they move, the way they throw their heads back when they laugh, all effortless and sure of themselves. But you’re not like them.

You sip from your cup—barely, just enough to look the part—even though the scrunch of your nose gives you away. You look ridiculous.

Not like a woman. Like a girl playing dress-up.

Rafe exhales through his nose, amused. He pushes off the wall, moves through the crowd like he’s above all of it. And when he reaches you, he doesn’t say anything at first—just slides the drink right out of your hands, like it was never yours to begin with.

You blink up at him, startled, lips parting like you might argue. But you don’t. You never do.

“Yeah, no. I don't think so kid.” His voice is low, smooth, just a little condescending. He swirls the drink, glancing down at it before setting it aside like it’s nothing.

“Rafe—”

He tilts his head, smirking as he looks you over, taking in the effort. The way you dressed for this, tried to fit in, tried so hard. It almost makes him laugh.

“What are you even doing, huh?” His voice dips lower as he steps closer, crowding you a little, like he knows you won’t do anything about it. “Trying to fit in?”

You nervously swallow, and that just makes it worse for you—because Rafe notices everything. He watches the way your fingers twitch at your sides, like you don’t know what to do with them now that he’s taken your cup.

“I just didn’t wanna look out of place,” you admit quietly, like you think that’ll make him go easier on you.

Rafe hums, then bends down slightly, just enough so he’s eye level with you. His hand comes up, slow and deliberate, and before you can flinch away, his fingers press into your cheeks, squishing them together like you’re some clueless little thing.

You blink, stunned, lips pouted from the pressure as your little hands go to wrap around his wrist. His grip is firm but not rough, just enough to make sure you feel it.

“Hate to break it to you, Bambi,” he murmurs, thumb grazing over your cheek, “but you’ll always look out of place here.” His eyes flick between yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And trying this hard? It’s not helping.”

Your face burns gaze falling to the floor, freckles standing out even more under the dim party lights. You should be embarrassed. You are. But you don’t pull away.

Rafe watches you for a second longer, then finally lets go, roughly tapping your cheek twice before straightening up. He exhales through his nose, shaking his head like he almost feels bad for you. Almost.

Then he jerks his head toward the door. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

And just like that, you follow. No questions. No hesitation. Because you always do.

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jessjad · 2 days ago

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Please? I have a Dean Winchester x reader request. The idea I had was the reader coming back from trying to have a normal life after 2 years but being saved by Dean from her abusive ex-boyfriend, who was possessed by a demon. She calls him from a motel after escaping from the attack and almost getting killed.

Feel free to message me if you want to ask questions. I can't wait to read it.

A/N: So, this request from @ravenrose18 immediately sparked some ideas. And I was changing things over and over again. This could've gone so many ways and I think I got the best compromise out of it all. I hope, you like it, lovely! Thanks so much for sharing your request with me! 💜

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2948

Warnings: 18+ only!!! (Only for the violence), tension, abuse, cuts, wounds, angst, feelings.

My Masterlist

Voice from the past

Dean was nervous. Really nervous. He was driving toward Arkansas City. As Baby purred gently across the streets, AC/DC played softly on the radio. The almost four-hour journey from Lebanon seemed to never end, even though there was so much distance behind him. He was only about thirty minutes away to be exact, but it still felt like a long way away. But even if he had had to drive another four hours, he would have done it.

He kept thinking back to last week. The day he got a message that he hadn't really expected. It came from Y/N. Sam would now say 'the Y/N' and somehow he was right. Even though Dean wouldn't admit it, of course.

But Y/N had been a part of his life for a long time. She grew up with Bobby after he was the only one who saved her from the clutches of a werewolf. Unfortunately, her family wasn't so lucky. And since Dean and Sam were often at Bobby's and somehow grew up there themselves, they had become friends over the years.

Y/N had also grown up as a hunter and Dean had taught her to shoot at some point. She got better and better as time went on, becoming more fearless and brave. And Dean had to admit then and there that he had fallen in love. Feelings that still persist to this day.

That's exactly why he didn't like thinking back to his last conversation with her. It was almost two years ago when Y/N explained to him that she wanted to give up the hunter life. Dean hadn't really known how to react. Over the years they had solved cases together and traveled together, even if their paths had always diverged. But the fact that she wanted to quit because of a guy surprised the older Winchester.

Todd. His name was Todd. Urgh...was there a name that sounded even more wimpy? He wouldn't be surprised if he drank warm milk. Dean cleared his throat briefly at that thought. Okay, maybe the jealousy came out of him for a moment. And maybe also the disappointment that he simply couldn't find the heart to tell her that he wanted to keep her by his side. That she was important to him.

But well, maybe now he had a new opportunity to do so. Because according to her own statement, Todd was now a thing of the past and she wanted to go back to the hunter life. A second chance. And Dean was determined to use it too.

A moment later his cell phone rang and when he saw Y/N calling him, his heart beat a little faster. This was the first time Y/N actually called since she contacted him. He answered the call with a small grin.

"Hey, sweatheart. I'm not even twenty minutes away. I could stop and bring us some greasy burgers. What do you think?"

But he didn't get an immediate answer.

"Hello? Y/N?" he asked again and then he heard it.

Heavy breathing and a slight wince. He furrowed his brows and worry spread through him. But again it took a few seconds before he got an answer.

"Dean?" came faintly and with a pained undertone from the other side.

This was definitely not what he expected and he automatically stepped on the gas a little more.

"What happened?"

It stinked. This motel smelled. The worn out carpet, the musty bed linen, the tattered curtains. Even the wallpaper seemed to give off a foul smell. And yet Y/N was happy that she had somehow made it here. The hotel was abandoned, no longer in use, and she was lucky that the door to this room at the back of the building wasn't locked. Even if it had taken a lot of effort for her to even get in.

Now Y/N was crouched behind the bed in the corner and the adrenaline that had given her the strength and stamina to make it this far was slowly wearing off. And the more she calmed down, the more her body began to ache. The cuts on her arms and legs were the least of her problems. Her ankle was now throbbing quite badly and she knew she had several bruises.

Her heart was racing and she tried to calm down, but it wasn't that easy. Every time she tried to take a deep breath, her chest would rebel and her left shoulder would experience stabbing pain. She didn't have to question the fact that this was probably the worst injury.

Y/N carefully tried to pull the jacket off her shoulder when she noticed that she was losing more and more feeling in her left arm. She huffed and moaned slightly. The makeshift bandage that Y/N had pressed over the gaping wound was now soaked with blood and small red rivulets were making their way down her arm.

She was in pretty bad shape.

This was not how Y/N had imagined her return to hunter life. She slowly tried to sit up a little, but failed. With a dejected laugh, she briefly closed her eyes and tried to suppress the tears that wanted to make their way down her cheeks. When did everything go so wrong? She had just wanted to meet Dean to get up to speed. And now here she was, lying on the dirty floor of a disused motel, probably bleeding to death.

But then her memory got a little jolt. Dean! She had to call Dean. And so, with a blood-stained hand, she strained to fish her cell phone out of her back pocket. It still took three more attempts to dial his number.

As she listened to the beep, she realized that she was slowly losing consciousness. Y/N is finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate and stay awake. But as soon as she heard Dean's deep voice greeting her happily, it gave her another push.

But she still found it difficult to speak and her body seemed to ring like an alarm with every movement.

"I'm... not in Arkansas City... anymore." she replied almost breathlessly.

"Where are you?" came the question in a firm and determined voice.

"I'm... in an abandoned... motel outside... of Winfield." Y/N suppressed a painful groan. "Dean... I'm... hurt pretty bad."

There was a brief, almost unsettling silence before Dean spoke again.

"Okay, listen. Don't move and try to stay calm. I'll be right there. The only thing you have to do is stay awake. Alright? Don't fall asleep."

She agreed to this as best she could and after giving Dean the name and room number, they hung up.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Y/N heard her pulse racing and the blood rushing in her ears. Still, she tried to stay awake. With her right hand she lightly pressed the wound on her left shoulder. The small pulses of pain that the pressure sent through her body helped her. That, and the thought of Dean. His green eyes, the mischievous smile, his dark voice.

Y/N had been in love with him for such a long time now. She couldn't even remember when it happened. But she had known that she had to free herself from him at some point. Because it was clear that he would never feel the same for her. All the women he spent the nights with, at one point it had been to much. And when Todd showed up in her life two years ago, it was almost like a sign.

But she didn't think that the exit and the distance from Dean would draw her back to him. She loved him and she wanted to at least try to win him over.

So she had talked to Todd. He had been nice from the start. He had been charming and always seemed as if there were no problems in the world that couldn't be solved somehow. He had embodied freedom and somehow Y/N had wanted that too. The hunter's life was hard and you had to renounce many things.

She had really liked him, but nothing more had come of it over time. And then over a year in, he started to change. He got more and more aggressiv, until he had hit her the first time. That was three monts ago. At first she had not known how to react to that, but the more the abuse happened, the more she knew she had to get away.

So she explained to him that she wanted to go back to her old life. She hadn't mentioned that that also meant Dean. Todd didn't take the decision too well. He was furious and she had feared that he would attack her. So she bolted to Arkansas City. But of course he found her there and his black eyes stared into hers as he stabbed the knife into her shoulder.

"How could... I be so stupid?" Y/N said to herself. “Why didn’t I... notice anything?”

Her head started to spin and every second felt like an hour. She slipped in and out of consciousness. She had to try harder and harder to stay awake. And just when she thought she could not do it anymore, the door busted open and she heared Dean calling her.

When Dean spotted Y/N behind the bed and knelt down in front of her, he had to swallow. She looked pale, weak and fragile. Not at all like the young, cheeky woman he remembered. But he just couldn't let that show. He carefully touched her lower leg and Y/N opened her eyes.

As soon as she saw Dean, her tears flowed and relief was written all over her face. It almost broke his heart because it had taken him a little longer to find the motel and the more time passed, the more she probably lost hope that he would find her in time.

"What happened? Can you move?" He immediately saw the blood trickling down her left arm and looked around for something he could use as a bandage.

"It was Todd. He followed me down to... Arkansas City. He... was possessed by a demon. I... I didn't notice." As she spoke, she tried to stand up, but she lacked the strength.

"Okay, slow down." Dean was immediately at her side, stabilizing her so she didn't collapse.

"It must have... happened when... he was out and about. The... demon wanted revenge. I killed... a friend... probably three years ago."

"Huh." Dean responded, but that wasn't rare at all. "Is he on your heels?"

Dean had taken off his shirt and balled it up and was pushing it onto her shoulder. They couldn't stay here long. Y/N had to go to a hospital.

"No. I... shot him with a devil's trap bullet." now Dean looked at her in surprise. "The weapon... you gave me."

Relief flooded his heart now. The gun had been his parting gift. You could never be sure. Still, he would send out a hunter bat signal so someone would check on Todd and make sure he was no longer a threat.

"Okay, Y/N, I'm going to pick you up now. Or do I have to do a once over?"

The young woman next to him laughed dryly. "No. My shoulder is messed up. My ankle is most likely busted. But other than that I'm fine."

Dean had to grin. There was a little glimpse of the Y/N he knew. But they didn't have much time left. He could see that she was losing her strength. So he carefully took her into his arms. Something she couldn't endure without a pained groan.

Soon she was safely seated in the front seat of the Impala. By now Dean had changed his fully drenched shirt with a spare towel he had in his trunk. He gritted his theeth, because it seemed that Y/N was pressing the towel down on her shoulder like she was holding on for dear life.

Dean slid behind the steering wheel and immediately drove off. It was oddly quiet in the car and his knuckles turned white. He glanzed over to Y/N every now and then to make sure that she was still awake. The hospital in Winfield was still a ways away, but he was determined to get there as quickly as possible.

Dean heared Y/N whimper everytime he drove over a bump on the street. He apologized everytime, too. But otherwise he did not know what to say. The silence almost killed him but time was not flying by fast enough. And then, Y/N decided to talk.

"Dean?" her weak voice bled over the engine of the Impala while she kept pressing the towel on her shoulder. "I have to tell you... something..."

"Don't speak now. You need all your energy that's left in you, sweetheart. Just stay awake, will you?"

Dean's knuckles once again became white while he was holding the steering wheel. He also increased the speed he was driving at. The hospital was not far away anymore, but she had lost a lot of blood by now and that was what really worried him.

"But I... have to tell... you." She said again, but her mind became foggy and she started to feel sleepy.

"Nothing can be that important right now. And when you're thinking of sayin' goodbye to me, quit it. Not gonna happen. So, hold on. We're almost there."

For a second he thought he'd won, buit then Y/N crushed his heart.

"I love you." her words rang in his ears, although he could not really believe it. But she then made sure her message came through. "I've been in love with you... for such as long time... now and... I just wanted you... to know that."

And with her last breath she closed her eyes, not being able to stay awake anymore. Dean's voice accompanied her into the darkness, calling out to her.

An annoying beep woke Y/N from her sleep, but waking up wasn't that easy. Her head was pounding a bit and a bright white light made it difficult for her to open her eyes. When she finally made it, she realized she was lying in a bed and was hooked up to monitors. They had made it to the hospital.

She looked around further and spotted Dean sleeping in a chair next to her bed. His head hung back a bit and his mouth was slightly open. It almost looked like he was drooling a little. How could such a strong man be so adorkably cute?

Suddenly he jumped up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When he saw that Y/N had woken up, he got up and came over to her.

"Y/N! You're awake. How are you? Do you need anything?" Inwardly he wanted to take her hand in his, but he held back.

"No, no, I..." she tried to sit up a little, but it didn't really work.

Dean helped her position the headboard high enough to jer liking. He also gave her a glass of water that she didn't actually asked for. Nevertheless, she accepted it gratefully.

"So? How about me?" Y/N asked and Dean scratched the back of his neck lightly.

"Perhaps a doctor should explain this to you." he replied, already making his way to the door.

"Wait!" she stopped Dean. "Explain it to me. Please."

How could he say 'no' to that? So he came back to her and looked at her with a crooked smile.

"You have several cuts and bruises on your body. A bruised rib and your ankle is sprained. But that will probably sort itself out over time. Your shoulder did need surgery though. Something with the spina specu... spina... spinach something."

Y/N giggled, but put her hand over her mouth so Dean wouldn't see it as he continued. "But that too could be repaired and in a few months... you should be back to your old self."

"Well, that's what I call an exciting reunion." She joked, but Dean didn't seem too keen on it.

"I could have thought of better things than taking you to the hospital covered in blood and seriously injured."

And he was serious. It would be a lie if he said that seeing her like that didn't bother him. The thoughts he'd had about her when they'd left him sitting in the waiting room. When no doctor or nurse wanted to talk to him, update him. When his heart had been gripped by an iron hand that had almost stopped him from breathing.

Hopefully he would never have to go through this again.

"I'm sorry." said Y/N with a small voice and lowered her head.

Dean balled his hand to fists and turned fully to her. "I was really afraid for you. Especially when you suddenly stopped talking in the car."

And suddenly Y/N remembered the last thing she said to Dean. Her eyes widened and she didn't have to look up to know that the elephant in the room was now literally there. Nevertheless, she suddenly felt a little nervous and couldn't say anything.

"The doc said that you need to stay a couple more days in the hospital and after that... I'll take you with me to Lebanon." Now Y/N looked up again. "We need to talk."

"Dean, I..." she started, but when she saw that Dean walked up to her to take her hand in his, she felt silent again.

"I love you, too." He then finally said and Y/N looked up at him in surprise. "And if you let me, I'll never let you out of my sight again."

A/N: That’s it. It was really fun and I hope you liked it. 😊 Let me know what you think. Feedback is very much appreciated! 💜

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mashtatosworld · 5 hours ago

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Can I request some Seunghyun x Fem!Reader where she’s his personal assistant and absolutely, completely and deeply in love with him. She’s been his best friend for years, terrified that if she tells him how she feels, it might not only ruin their friendship but also their work dynamic. They’re incredibly touchy and comfortable in each other space, not even noticing that they’re doing things that could be considered couple-y: She’s on her phone while standing next to a seated Seunghyun? He’s absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her shirt while she’s carding her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp gently. He makes a lame dad joke that no one really laughs at? She’s giggling and giving him a sweet little forehead kiss as she walks by. The rest of the band can see they’re made for each other but too chicken to admit it. So the boys cook up a plan to get Seunghyun to finally tell her how he feels. What could possibly go wrong? 😂😂

how you get the girl

summary: in which things between you are safer left unspoken

You’ve been by Seunghyun’s side for years.

First as his best friend, then as his very unqualified personal assistant. It started because he didn’t want to lose you - his career as an idol meant constant travel, but he wasn’t about to let life pull you apart. So he hired you, despite your lack of organisational skills and tendency to leave things until the last minute.

Not that he really minded. He liked having you around. More than liked.

Some may say too comfortable together. For colleagues at least.

You’re always touching - his fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt absentmindedly. Or sharing glasses of wine - his mouth pressing against your lipstick stains without complaint.

And neither of you ever question it.

Because sometimes things were safer left unspoken.

But the rest of the band? Oh, they see it. And they’re tired of waiting for you two to figure it out.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It starts with you forgetting to book his hair appointment.

He’s supposed to go on stage tomorrow with pink hair. Only, his roots are still dark, and there’s no way to get a stylist this late.

Which is how you end up in his hotel bathroom at midnight, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, sitting on the edge of the bathtub - him on the floor between your legs - whilst you're armed with box dye and gloves, carefully working through his hair.

“You know,” he muses, casually toying with one of your anklets, “if I had a professional assistant, this wouldn’t be happening.”

You scoff. “If you had a professional assistant, you’d be miserable.”

He hums in consideration. “Maybe.”

Definitely.

He closes his eyes when your fingers start massaging the dye in properly, his body relaxing under your touch. It’s warm in here, the scent of hair dye mixing with the faint smell of his shampoo, and there’s something oddly intimate about it - his head in your hands, the steady rhythm of your movements.

And then he feels a smear on his cheek.

His eyes snap open.

"Oops."

“No. No, oops. I know you, you did that on purpose.” He turned his head around, eyes narrowed on your amused figure.

Before you can react, his hand moves fast - swiping a glob of dye across your arm.

“Hey!” You yelp, grabbing at him in retaliation, and suddenly it’s a war. He gets your cheek; you streak pink across his neck. He reaches for your platinum dyed hair - “Oh don’t you dare - ”

Too late. A bright pink handprint ends up in your hair.

By the time you’re done both of you are breathless, pink-stained, grinning at each other like kids who just got caught. You don’t realise how close you are. How he’s staring at you, just for a moment, something soft in his expression.

You clear your throat, "You better hope there's enough dye in that box for me too."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“You two do realise you look like a couple now, right?”

The next morning, you both enter the dressing room - late of course - to see Jiyong in the make-up chair, grinning like the devil himself.

“Uh-huh," you brush off, striding past the boys as they all eyed your new matching locks.

Seunghyun watched you flit around the room, trying to find your stage pass whilst he draws closer to his bandmates, a watchful eye remaining on you.

“Matching hair? That’s basically a soft launch,” Daesung chuckles as he snacks on a banana.

Seunghyun tilts his head, raising a curious brow. “Do we… really look like a couple?”

Jiyong smirks. “You sound pretty happy about that, hyung."

The way Seunghyun pauses - no defence, no annoyed huffs, just considering - tells them everything they need to know.

And just like that, the plan is set in motion.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun handles your work phone. It’s separate from your personal one, and since you’re a little too… relaxed about answering emails and checking schedules, he’s taken it upon himself to do it for you.

Which is exactly why the band sends the message there.

He’s scrolling through your unread messages as the team sits in the dressing room, cooling off after a tiring performance.

Then the phone pings.

[unknown number] Hey beautiful! I had so much fun on our date. Let me know when you can meet again. Can’t wait to see you soon candyfloss xxxxx

His fingers tighten around the phone.

His stomach drops.

The fuck?

A sharp wave of irritation rises in his chest. He looks at you - you’re on your personal phone, completely unaware, smiling at something on the screen.

Is this why you’ve been distracted?

Before he even realises it, his voice comes out clipped. “Is this why you’ve been such a terrible assistant?”

You blink, confused. “What?”

He stands from the sofa, uncaring for the way he draws attention to himself. He was heated. “You’ve been messing things up constantly - I thought you were just forgetful, but no, you’re busy running around with some secret boyfriend instead of doing your job?”

Your mouth drops open. “Excuse me?” You push off from the wall, moving to stand before him.

“If you’re so distracted, maybe I should fire you.”

The room goes dead silent.

The guys - who were at the far end of the room - exchange panicked looks.

“Oh shit,” Jiyong mutters. “Did we just -”

“Ruin everything?” Youngbae whispers back. “Yeah.”

Inside, you’re outraged. “If you think I’m so terrible, fire me then!”

“I should!”

“Then do it!”

“I will!”

“Fine!”

There’s a beat of silence. Neither of you move.

Then you narrow your eyes. “Wait... What are you even talking about, Seunghyun? I don’t have a secret boyfriend.”

“Oh sure,” he scoffs, waving the phone in front of your face. “You just forgot about the guy you went on a date with?”

You lunge to snatch the phone from him. “Give me that!”

He dodges you - holding it high above your head, and dials the number instead.

And then -

Daesung’s phone starts ringing.

The silence is deafening.

Jiyong smacks Daesung upside the head. “Aish, put it on silent next time!”

You and Seunghyun slowly turn to them.

Daesung clears his throat. “Uh. Surprise?”

Youngbae attempts to smooth things over, “Hyung, y/n... It was just part of the prank war. You know... payback.”

"Payback?" Seunghyun is fuming. “You idiots nearly made me lose my girl.”

Your heart stops.

“…Your girl?”

It takes him a second to realise what he just said.

Oh.

You’re both frozen, eyes locked, the entire world narrowing to just the two of you.

Seunghyun swallows, his entire demeanor shifting - still intense, but no longer angry. Just... raw.

The others take that as their cue to get the hell out.

Once they’re gone, you continue to stare at him, heart pounding. “I'm your girl?”

His jaw clenches. “…Of course you are.”

You frown. “You've never told me that.”

He exhales. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

You stare at him, then laugh breathlessly. “You mean our very professional assistant-client relationship?”

He couldn't help a smile, running a hand through his pink hair.

Seunghyun hesitates a moment, and then he steps closer, cupping your cheek, and murmurs, “I thought I could live with that. But when I thought I was losing you, I hated it.”

Your breath catches. “I'd hate that too.”

“I'm going to kiss you.”

You whisper, “Yeah. You should.”

And then he does.

It’s slow, warm, and so overdue it makes you dizzy. His hands tighten around you, pulling you impossibly close.

When you finally break apart, you smirk. “So, do you really think I’m a bad assistant?”

He nods. “Oh, absolutely.”

You swat at him, but he just grins, catching your hands and pulling you back in.

“But I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

And then he kisses you again.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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maskedcrawford · 2 days ago

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Heartbreaker

Choi Seunghyun x F! Reader

Warnings: Just a few curse words. Angst, but it ends happy.

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You stared into his dark, solemn eyes. The time had finally come where the two of you were at a place of no return. This was the end, he was walking on you, on your relationship and your future together.

“Please,” you whisper as he cups your face.

“Don’t- don’t do this,” you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.”

“It’s for the best,” he croaks with a low voice, “It’s for your best interest,”

“No, Seung, it’s not,” you shout defiantly.

“You don’t get to decide that!” your tears are now spilling onto your cheeks and you don’t dare wipe them away. He kisses your forehead for the last time.

“Baby I know you don’t see it now,”

“You’re damn right I don’t,” you grab on to his wrist as if holding it will anchor him to you. You feel a literal ache in your chest. He crashes his lips to yours, the kiss slow and deep, like he’s savoring the way you taste. You feel something wet on your face and realize he’s now the one crying.

The two of you hadn’t been unhappy, actually it was quite the opposite. You thought things were going great, even swore tonight would be the night he proposed to you, but instead he chose to break your heart. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he was throwing your relationship away.

He pulls away from you and you grab on to his collar as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I have to go,” he whispers after a minute. All you can do is sigh.

“You won’t even tell me why,” your voice cracks but you don’t care. It’s not a question, more like a statement. Does he think so little of you?

“I need you to trust me,” he says as he slowly tears himself away from you. You can’t help but scoff as you look at him like a stranger.

“Don’t give me that look,” he mutters as he glances at the floor.

“Why shouldn’t I? This isn’t you, or at least, not the you that I know. This isn’t the man I fell in love with. He wouldn’t leave knowing how bad this hurts me,” you break down again clutching your own body for comfort as you drop your head. You hear footsteps and think he’s going to hold you, but instead he stops right beside you.

“I love you, y/n, but this is what’s best,” he says solemnly. You don’t look at him, rather you keep your eyes shut and hold onto yourself. You hear the door shut behind him and you let out a gut-wrenching scream as you fall to the floor.

Right outside the door he hears it. He wants nothing more than to rush in and pick you up and tell you he’s sorry. He wants to love you the way he knows you need it, the way he knows he can, but he’s convinced himself he isn’t enough for you anymore. He’s convinced himself that, wrapped up in scandal, you’d be better off without him.

Afterall two idols being together in this business is tricky enough. The tabloids and some crazy fans. You being an international popstar dating a Korean idol, only added more fuel to the flame. While most of the media was happy for you, obviously some fans on both sides weren’t. Most would say he was bad for you, because of the things he’d done in his past. Redemption obviously not being an option for him in their eyes. They didn’t seem to think he could change.

He peeled himself away from the door and left you there, getting into his car his own emotions finally taking over. He cried, screamed, and his heart ached much like yours did. For a brief moment he considered that something that felt so wrong couldn’t be right, but others had an unbiased view, right? They could see thing he couldn’t, right?

For the next few days, you stayed home, barely leaving the bedroom you would often share with him. While you hadn’t officially moved in together, but there were very few nights you ever spent alone. Sleeping was one of the hardest parts, you had gotten so used to him being there, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, feeling his sweet gentle kisses to wake you up in the morning. Now it was gone, cold, and unfamiliar. The room wasn’t as bright as it used it.

Your friends called, texted, even tried coming over, but nothing worked. After about a week your manger finally told you that if you didn’t get your butt in the studio your career would suffer that, “You shouldn’t let some boy tank your career.” She wasn’t very understanding to say the least.

You trudged up to the studio in Seoul, sighing as you stepped into the booth.

“Hand in hand we go

Loving life, seeing the view of the golden streets,” you tried to sing the lyrics as best you could but it ultimately made you sick.

“I can’t do this,” you say before taking off the headphones. If you were going to record, it had to be something heart wrenching. You had to vent your feelings. You grab a pen and paper once you come out and sit down on the couch. Your best friend comes up beside you.

“What’s going on, doll face?” she was always cheeky with her little nicknames.

“I gotta write something else, I can’t do that” you say motioning to the table with the recording equipment, “today.” She gives you an understanding look.

“Let’s write a breakup song, then.” She gives you a supportive smile. After a couple hours of writing, erasing and rewriting lyrics, you finally had a rough draft of the song.

“You say it’s best if you leave

But here I am with my heart on my sleeve

Beggin you not go

Say you’ll stay

Even if it’s just until I’m asleep.” You see a grin from your best friend, who’s producing the song, and she shoots you a thumbs up.

“Y/n, it’ll be a hit!” she beams and you give her a sad smile. She puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Honey, I know it’s hard. I’m so sorry.” She gives you a quick hug before you tell her goodbye. Leaving the studio you barely look up and see the members of Big Bang walking in the door. Ji-yong, Taeyang, Daesung, and they each look at you with sad eyes before you see him walk in. Your breath hitches in your throat and you both make eye contact. You don’t smile, neither does he. You stand there frozen for a minute. From a distance his eyes look a red and puffy, and you know yours do too. After a moment of no one moving you get the courage up to walk past them and past him as if he was anyone else.

Seunghyun moves his hand out to grasp your arm, wanting to explain it all to you, to tell you how bad he misses you, to wrap you in his long arms and hold you so close you’d both be in trouble of suffocating, but he keeps his hands at his sides and lets you walk out the door.

The boys walk into the studio and begin working on their song. They were also releasing a breakup song. He wrote it about the two of you and basically told the guys if they couldn’t do the song, he wouldn’t perform anymore. The guys had seen the last week without you, barely eating or moving. Motivating him to get into the studio today was the hardest thing they’d ever done.

“Hyung,” Ji-yong said.

“Hmm,” Seung hummed as he sat down beside his best friend.

“Just call her, tell her what’s going on with you.”

“She doesn’t need that,” boy was he wrong. That’s all you needed. Was to hear his voice, hear how bad he missed you, hear how the world didn’t turn quite right without you in his life.

“Seunghyun,” Taeyang gently puts his hand on his buddy’s shoulder as he sits on the opposite side of the couch.

“She didn’t look good,” he says gently. He won’t look at either of them.

“I’m doing this for her,” he snaps with anger.

“I’m no good for her or her career,” his voice is thick with venom, not at you or his friends, but at himself.

“You really think those people are right? Man, people have known for the last 9 months that you’ve been together, and you’d really been together almost 2 years. Nothing happened.” Daesung tries to reason with the oldest of the group. But Seunghyun won’t hear it.

“She got more hate, and less ratings and it took a toll on her, I could see it. She lost out on deals with brands and even performances for shows.” He rubs his hands over his face.

“I watched it all, trying to convince myself it didn’t matter, trying to convince myself she needed me and that I wasn’t hindering her. But I just couldn’t do it anymore.” The guys look between themselves without saying a word, but they all knew, this was bad.

A few months pass by and you slowly fall into a routine without him. It still hurts, and anytime you see him on tv or on social media you feel that sting in your chest. But you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow him on anything. You still loved him and wanted to support him, even though it broke your heart at the same time. He never unfollowed you, instead he was actually quite active. He would like your posts, comment even. But you noticed when he did, people weren’t so nice.

You noticed more of the hateful comments once you had gone public with your relationship, but it never bothered you. Did you loose out on some stuff? Sure, but that was because you chose to, not because of him. There were multiple brands who wanted you to be a spokesman but you didn’t support what they stood for or genuinely didn’t care for the product, so you rejected them. You chose not to do certain award shows or talk shows because you wanted to prioritize rest this year, you’d been going nonstop the past 3 and it was time to slow down some. After all you had enough of a career that taking a step back wouldn’t affect you too much. You still got offers and calls about multiple media performances and deals, you just simply chose not to.

After a while seeing the unpleasant comments to your now ex you decided to turn the comments off on social media. You couldn’t stand to see them be so mean to him. He didn’t do anything wrong and the best way you thought you could defend him was to stop letting him or anyone else comment.

Seunghyun took that as you didn’t want to hear from him. He seen your latest post talking about the outfits you were considering for the Circle Chart Music Awards. He smiled as he seen you look so beautiful in your sparkly outfits. He went to comment but realized they had been turned off. He frowned to himself and decided he needed to call the guys. They each came over and brought food, after all the boy’s still healing and food always helps.

“Ok, just because the comments are off doesn’t mean it bothered her you were commenting.” Daesung spoke up.

“Yeah, I mean, did she like your comments or say anything?” Ji-yong asks.

“Well, I, uh, yeah. She liked them.” He takes a swig of his wine and shows his friends his phone.

“Then I don’t think it was about you,” Taeyang offers before taking a bite of his sushi. Seunghyun sighs and he takes another bite.

“I still miss her,” he murmurs.

“Wait, you said she’s going to the Circle Chart Awards?” Jiyong’s voice is thick with a “I have a plan and you may not like it,” kind of tone.

“Yeah,”

“Ok, we’re,” he gestures to the 4 of them with his hand going int a circle, “going to the Circle Chart Music Awards.” He looks at Seunghyun with a “do you get what I’m saying,” look. Seunghyun just looks at him as if he’s lost his mind.

“This would be your chance, hyung.” Taeyang explains.

“Exactly!” Ji-yong states matter of factly. Seunghyun’s face looks unsure.

“I don’t know,” he looks at his plate and pushes his food around.

“Look the song will be released and we’ll perform it.” Daesung said. Seunghyun sighs with defeat.

The day of the CCMA’s is finally here. It also happens to mark the one-year anniversary of your breakup with Seunghyun. The place is buzzing with activity as you can’t help but wish he was there with you celebrating the moment. You were up for best new song this year. You had signed with a Korean label the year before and chose to stick with it and now you’re nominated for best new song! Ironically, for the breakup song you released a few months back called “Home”.

As you rush around back stage you accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh, my goodness I’m sorry,” you freeze. It’s Ji-yong. He smiles wide at you and instantly wraps his arms around your frame.

“How are you, yeodongsaeng?” he questions cheerfully. You give him a smile.

“Fine, Oppa how are you?” you giggle genuinely at the sweet name you hadn’t heard in a while.

“Excited, nervous but excited. I can’t wait to see you perform. I know Seunghyun can’t wait either,” he wiggles his brows and you purse your lips.

“Thank you, that’s, uh, very kind of you.” You pause for a moment before speaking again, “I uh, I should go. But good luck with your performance!” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm gently.

“He really isn’t doing well,” Ji-yong confesses quietly.

“He’s a wreck, honestly,” he rubs the back of his neck. He was told not to tell you anything if he did run into you, but Ji-yong was only trying to help. Your heart hurt for him, despite how much he broke it.

“Ji, he left me.” You say barely above a whisper.

“I know, but I just thought you should know,” he gives you a sad smile and begins to walk off. For a brief moment your feet try to drag you to follow in his direction, but before you can move your manager drags you the opposite way.

“The show is starting, get to your seat,” You sigh as you let her pull you away. The show goes wonderfully, multiple awards are given out, many performances are being done by countless stars and idols. Then the time comes.

“Please Welcome to the stage, Y/N!” You take a deep breath as the lights go down low and the music starts. The emotions well up in your chest and you force yourself to use them. You’re determined to make this performance one of the best. You walk down the steps gingerly with your dancers behind you, moving to the music like you had for the millionth time. You get to the edge of the stage and then it happens. You see him standing there, nodding along, a smile on his face like he’s the proudest he’s ever been of you. Seunghyun notices you’ve made eye contact and gives you an awkward shy smile. You continue through the song and dance ending with the line,

“Oh, baby, won’t you come to me.” As you stare directly at him in your final pose. His eyes grow wide just for a moment before returning to his proud demeanor. He shouts for you, he’s still your biggest fan. You exit the stage, gasping for air as the anxiety from the moment catches up with you. There’s a brief pause in the show, probably for a commercial break.

“That was the best one yet!” Your manager said ignoring the obvious signs of anxiety. You clutch your chest heaving as you take a sip of water.

“You seen him, didn’t you?” your best friend asks. All you can do is nod. Out of the corner of your eye you see him again, walking with his bandmates. He notices you and, even though he still needs to get ready he breaks away from the stylists and his band members and rushes over to you. He bends down right in front of where you’re sitting on the floor. You can’t do anything but stare at him. He doesn’t say a word, even after all this time he really doesn’t need to. You knew exactly what he was doing.

You took in his image, the neatly fixed hair, tanned looking skin, big dark eyes that you’d loved to get lost in. The concern in them and on his face. He genuinely was worried about you. Once you regained you composure he stood up and hesitantly walked away.

“Are you kidding me?” you shout at him, a sudden rage filling your bones. He stops dead in his tracks as everyone around you puts their eyes on you, you couldn’t care less though. He doesn’t turn to face you, if he did, he didn’t know what he’d do. Wrap you in arms so tight he’d never let you go, kiss you like no one was watching, hold you and walk out of the whole show like you were the only thing in this world that mattered. So he kept his back to you.

“You won’t even say anything,” your voice is weak and it cracks that he won’t face you, face the heartache. He walks back to where he was when he first saw you without a second glance. You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth as you choke back tears.

You dash off to your dressing room, not caring who saw you at this point. You broke down into a pool of tears as the door slammed behind you. It’s been a year, why did this still hurt so much?

Back in the Big Bang dressing room the guys were getting ready to perform. It was silent, no one really sure how to continue a conversation after the display that just occurred.

“You have to make sure she hears the song,” Ji-yong says to your best friend. She knew better than to try and console you right now. You were overwhelmed and having anyone else there would make it worse, so she did the only think she could think of, go to the guys.

“I’ll do my best but she’s really really upset,” Seunghyun stole a glance her way.

“You should try to talk to her,” she offered. Seunghyun was deep in thought.

“After the song,” was all he could manage to say. Your friend ran her hand through her hair out of stress as she sighed.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s goin to happen,” she started as she walked over to your ex’s chair.

“But just know you fucking broke her heart and it’s real shitty of you to sit here and not even speak to her but act like you care,” she was trying to be nice but her tone betrayed her. She didn’t want to hurt him or make him more hesitant to talk to you, but she was sick of you being upset and feeling like you’d gotten over him only to realize you hadn’t.

“If you want to be with her, be with her, screw what anyone else has to say. But if you’re goin to let them,” she puts up air quotes nodding to the fans and media, “decide what’s best for you two, just stay away from her. Let her heal, let her be. Because she can’t keep doing this.” Her tone was harsh but her eyes pleading. Pleading for him to make up his mind, one way or the other. She walks out to try and convince you to come out. Seunghyun decides he knows what he wants, and he's done letting others dictate his actions.

You gently open the door, make up smeared and eyes red.

“You wanna come out now? Maybe go see if you win the award?” You sigh and shrug your shoulders. You fix your makeup and walk back out to your seat.

The announcer comes back out to the stage with the mic to her lips, “Please welcome, Big Bang,” she shouts and the crowd erupts! You take a deep breath as you clap for them.

“This is a newer song called, Flower Road,” your breath catches in your chest. You heard the song when it was released. It was definitely a banger, sad, but still a banger. Throughout the whole performance T.O.P. couldn’t take his eyes off you. During his verse he walks down the steps of the stage and stands in front of you. The spotlight hitting both of you as he raps. He takes your hand in his and holds it like he’s afraid to let you go. Once he finishes the spotlight moves else-where, but he stays put for a moment, studying you. Your hand is limp in his as you can’t believe he was that bold, but at the same time, you could. He wasn’t always vulnerable in front a lot of people, but when he was it meant something.

After the performance the guys run off stage and your category is next.

“And the winner for best new song is,” the drum roll is in effect and hold your breath.

“Home by Y/N,” your name echos through the arena as you freeze.

“GO!” your friend shouts at you and you make you way up to the stage.

“Oh, wow I um, wow.” You giggle into the mic after bowing and receiving the award.

“I um, I want to thank my label for believing in this song, I wanna think my friends who have supported me, and,” you pause as you glance at the award.

“I’d like to thank the man that inspired it. Because now I have one of these,” you giggle. You catch his eye again in the crowd with a sad but also proud smile.

“Thank you so much to the fans for listening and sticking by me. This year has been, insane. But your support has meant the world to me. I love you all, thank you!” With that you walk off the stage and go back to the dressing room. Your staff try to enter with you but you tell them you need a minute. You stare in the mirror at your self and you take a moment to process the events of the night. In the silence of the moment you hear a knock.

“Guys just, give me a minute,” you call out to them.

“I don’t need long,” you hear that familiar deep smooth as butter voice. The one that you used to melt for. The one you still melt for. You glance at him from the mirror as he peaks inside. You draw your bottom lip in between your teeth again.

“I don’t have a lot of time, there’s an after party,” you say trying to dismiss him but he walks in anyway.

“I’ll talk while you change then,”

“Seung,” you try to stop him.

“God, I’ve missed the way you say my name,” he groans. You’re slightly taken aback by his words.

“You stand in the middle of the room as he walks up to you, the close proximity making your heart beat quicker and quicker.

“What do you want?” you can’t bring your self to look at him, rather you look to the side of him.

“Another chance,” he whispers as he takes your chin in between his index finger and thumb.

“I-I,” is all you can say.

“I know its asking a lot,” he admits.

“I really thought I was doing the right thing, baby, I-I thought you were better off without me. Like I was dragging you down, causing your career to fail. You were doing less and less after we went public and I felt like it was all my fault. I thought I did the best I could for you in the long term, but I have to be honest, this has been hell,” a few tears fall from his eyes as he explains himself.

“You fucking broke me,” your voice is weak. You didn’t want to admit it but it was hard.

“Agi,” his voice comes out as a whisper again as he takes in the look on your face. A look of defeat, anger, hurt, desperation.

“I’m so sorry,”

“You know you weren’t the reason I was doing less, right?” You place a hand on his cheek as you search his eyes, they just look defeated.

“I was slowing down, Oppa, it wasn’t because of you, I was telling people no for the first time in my career and it was invigorating, liberating even.” His flash with a kind of relief like he’d been holding a deep dark secret.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I honestly didn’t know it affected you.” You stand there, the silence in the room thick. You glance as his lips and before you can process what’s happening, they come into contact yours, slow and deep, nothing about the kiss is rushed and you can’t help but let yourself melt into his touch. His arms snake around your waist as yours instinctively go around his neck. You hear him groan into the kiss as you start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The way the two of you fit together against one another is perfect. Nothing is out of place and nothing is out of sync.

“I’m sorry,” he says against your lips, but you don’t let him break away.

“I know,” you mumble as you try to pull him impossibly closer. The only reason you part is because you need air. You rest your foreheads together both of you chests heaving.

“God I miss you,” he whispers as he pulls you into him and rests hid head on top of yours.

“I’ve missed you too,” you say as you shut your eyes clinging to him. You could stay like that forever. And if the world would allow, you would, but as fate would have it, the door busts open the two of you look at it without separating.

“WE WON ALBUM OF THE YEAR!” Ji-yong shouts. You laugh at his excitement. The guys take in your embrace and smiles and then start shouting for another reason.

“Finally!” Taeyang says as he comes over to the both of you.

“It’s about time you love birds got back together!” You can’t help but let out another giggle as look up at the man you love.

“Congratulations, guys! You really earned it.” They each return a thank you and you look up at your boyfriend again.

“Congratulations, Oppa,” you stand on your tip toes to give him a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, but I won the minute I got you back,” he smiles and returns your kiss passionately.

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yandere-sins · 2 days ago

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Could you possibly do a HC between Asmo and a socially awkward darling? Like darling is terrible at conversation and reading people and goes to Asmo for friendship advice and pretty much becomes his best friends? But over time they become more and more dependent on him the more people reject them… and maybe behind the scenes Asmo was secretly ruining their reputation so darling would run to him for company. Maybe sprinkle in some NSFW elements in there. (Damn that’s actually pretty depressing 😅

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❥ Asmodeus certainly isn't your first choice to go to for advice, but after pondering it for a long while, watching him while he did what he does best—charming people—you finally decide to ask him. It still feels really awkward to ask him, but it helps that he seems so excited to hang out with you, making you feel special like he probably does most people. Once he has you settled in comfortably in his room, surrounded by pillows and a fun drink in your hand, you finally spill your woes, even though you keep remarking how stupid you feel and that you know it shouldn't be this hard.

❥ However, what you didn't expect was for Asmo to understand you. He doesn't laugh or join in with your self-deprecating behavior and even takes your hand into his as you gesture wildly, clearly anxious and upset. All he does is watch and nod, hum thoughtfully at your misery, making you feel even more vulnerable. It's all so effortless for him, every gesture he makes being welcome in your mind. But you are so glad that he's by your side when you start to cry, quickly taking you into his arms and rocking gently until the tears dry up. Asmo isn't angry at you for sullying his shirt or that you are having a meltdown. Instead, he encourages you and tells you everything will be alright. You'll always have him to count on.

❥ Thanking him, you two start to talk about recent events and mishaps. The mood grows serious but focused as he tells you how your behavior could have looked from another point of view. You never considered certain aspects of your behavior this way, your awkwardness transferring onto others and making it hard to bond with them. However, before you can fall into a depression, he is there to lift you right out of it again! Asmodeus never talks you down, reaffirming that you should always stay the way you are and that people who don't appreciate that aren't welcome in your life. But he also gives you tips on what conversation topics are always nice to bring up and what questions you could ask to deepen any small talk so you can grow closer to people. He really takes his time, and you two even make plans to go out together and just chat up some strangers, which seems nerve-wracking, but with Asmo by your side, what is there to fear?

❥ Sometimes his advice helps, other times not so much. You do everything he taught you, but even when you agree to meet with someone new, they excuse themselves and ghost you afterward. But you still have Asmodeus. His support never stops. Asmo stays up late with you despite his beauty routine to analyze what might have gone wrong and make sure you are loved regardless of other people's opinions. You two grow closer and closer over time, having sleepovers and hanging out almost every day. You still try to make friends, but the rejections pile up, and you get lonelier every day, thinking you can never make this work. At least you still have Asmodeus, surprising you with comfort food and hugging you all night long when you feel down! He's always there for you, no matter what, and you appreciate him so much for being a friend despite everything.

❥ You don't know how many times he walks up to those you talked to, telling them to stay away from you sweetly, promising them better company elsewhere. They are just not a good fit, they don't deserve to hang out or have a relationship with you. It's so easy for the Asmodeus to spread rumors around the Devildom, never nasty enough to hurt your reputation, just making others keep their distance. Everyone eats out of his hands anyway, and he gets to reap the fruits of his labor every night when you undoubtedly come to him for advice or to cry your pretty eyes out.

❥ He has you wrapped around his finger, too, and you'll never be wiser about why your new connections never seem to work out, no matter how hard you try. Asmo admires your tenacity and effort in trying to better yourself! You are so adorable, trying your best and even stepping out of your comfort zone just to do what he suggests. It makes him love you all the more! But you have to understand that it's just what he is as the avatar of lust, a charmer, a lover, someone who lusts professionally. All your attention has to go to him once he made up his mind about you. You are just unfortunate to be on the receiving end of a demon's obsession, but all he does is so he can satisfy his need for you.

❥ Soon enough, you are used to his touches. You don't move away when he puts his arm around your waist—not even in public—keeping you close to him at all times, and it drives him crazy. Others quickly realize they shouldn't mess with you since you clearly belong to Asmodeus, and he is not sharing. Asmo catches you changing clothes so many times that you simply don't mind it as much anymore. He's already seen you, so why hide? He'll even reciprocate, and tasting your arousal and desire emanating from your body once you get to see him gets him high like nothing else. Everything seems to come naturally with him, but he has been working on breaking down your defenses for so long that your first kiss with him feels like it occurred completely naturally when it was all planned.

❥ You, giving yourself to him, is a labor of love he had worked on for weeks. And once you had a taste, you wouldn't be able to get away again. Asmodeus is just as addicting as you are to him, and he knows it, gladly letting you ruin some of his beauty when his powers drive you crazy. Besides, it is finally time to unload all his desires onto you, too, and form you into what he wants and needs to satisfy him. You'll enjoy it, regardless of if you know that this was a plan all along. And Asmo? He gets to keep you all to himself, nobody getting in his way and stealing you from him once you are so willing to not lose your only friend under any circumstances.

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