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Ellie’s nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare. Ellie is extremely attentive after sex, she cuddles you until you settle, until your breathing calms down and you’re starting to go limp in her arms with exhaustion. She’ll get you water and make sure you drink it, even if you whine or complain. She encourages you to eat by making you a cutely displayed snack; fruit in the shape of a smiley face, or a heart. She always brushes your hair for you, plaiting it. It’s her favourite. She washes you up, running the shower or bath and bathing you. She cannot believe how incredibly lucky she is to be able to do this for you. She’ll be telling you how good you did all the while. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” She’ll pepper you with kisses and stroke your shoulders, back, anywhere you’re sore. “So beautiful, my girl.” She asks if there was anything you didn’t like if she tries something new, and she’ll embarrass you by making you tell her your favourite parts. She tries to get you to sleep, to rest. She’ll put on a film and cuddle into you, cradling you. She holds tightly onto you, not letting you move an inch.

B = Body part. Ellie’s favourite body part of her own are undoubtedly her hands and arms. Through them, she’s able to be as close to you as possible. She can feel your skin and hair, she can hold you and cuddle up to you and cradle you, she can make you feel protected and safe. She can tease you, tickling you or patting your head to embarrass you in front of others. She can protect you; she can shoot well. She can stab efficiently. She can fuck you, be as close to you as possible. Have you convulse around her fingers and spasm. She loves her hands the most when her fingers are deep inside of you and they’re covered in your wetness. She loves her fingers when they’re down your throat, gagging on them. Smearing your spit all around your face. She can smack your arse as a warning when you’re being a little shit on patrols, not listening to her. She can hold your wrists down, restrict your breathing with her fingers. She is eternally grateful for all of these things. Ellie’s favourite body part of yours is most definitely your face, if that counts. She loves to see you. To see you and know you see her. She watches you in a way to study your every expression. She is hyper aware of your emotions, she is careful to study your reactions to every little movement. She adores your beauty, to her you are the literal personification of this. She struggles to see beauty in anything but you. She loves how cute you are. Your scrunched up nose when you’re angry or confused, furrowed eyebrows. How you pout at her and whine when she won’t comply with a request, or when she’s giving you a command. She loves being able to hold your face in her hands and look into your eyes. To you, this gets a little uncomfy, becoming nervous. You get antsy, just wanting to kiss her. But Ellie just wants to see you. Aside from your face, her favourite part of your body is definitely your pussy. She is obsessed. Literally. She finds herself seeing your vulva in the nature around her when she’s out of Jackson and away from you for too long (more than around three hours.) When she touched herself, she thinks about being able to use her mouth on you. To feel your throbbing on her tongue. She adores how easy you are for her, how incredibly wet you get from just her teasing you in conversation. She is obsessed with this, she finds it so incredibly endearing. She often makes you strip your undies just to show her how wet they’ve become from just being near her. You’ll blush and hide your face, whining. “Aww c’mon, it’s cute baby, you need me that bad huh?”

C = Cum. Ellie found out what squirting was from her ex, Cat, and was hooked on the idea of making you squirt from the moment you got together. To you, it was humiliating. But you liked that, and she liked making you feel that way. She’d have you drink a lot of water under the guise of keeping you hydrated but you both knew it was because she planned on fucking your poor pussy raw until you squirted over her fingers later that night. She figured out to get you there she has to go deep, fingers curved on your g spot, hard and fast. You’d feel it and try stop yourself, body tensing as you cried. “Don’t hold it back baby, don’t fucking dare, c‘mon n’ cum for me.” After, she’d be so fucking proud of you. She’d clean you up and kiss you all over. “You did so good angel, so so proud of you.”

D = Dirty secret. Ellie would never be able to bring herself to admit it but she absolutely fantasises about having full control over you. About owning you. You being her possession completely gets her off, she craves it deeply. Any interactions that come close to imitating this are her absolute favourites; her choosing your outfits, choosing your food, giving you permission to touch yourself and finish. Allowing you on patrols only when partnered with her. Bathing you, caring for you; cooking, cleaning, getting you dressed and tucked into bed. She secretly wants you to be completely dependent on her. She wants you to only ever need her, always. She knows she can protect you, that she’s all you need. You catch yourself fantasising about this but much less intense. You like the idea of this control being purely within sex. You love Ellie telling you what to do, what to take off and keep on, how to position yourself (or better yet, when she puts you into position.) You love when she verbally guides you whilst she uses your body. “Good girl, just like that, keep your head still.”

E = Experience. Ellie is fairly experienced, she lost her virginity to her first girlfriend Cat. The relationship was very innocent and sort of awkward. The sex especially was awkward. Lots of pauses and laughing and ending abruptly. Then, she briefly dated Dina. The sex was good. In sort of reverse to her relationship with Cat; the sex was good but the two together clashed. Lots of arguing and disagreements, not much chemistry. This did result in lots of angry sex which developed Ellie into the slight sadist she is with you. After Dina, she had a few hook ups with random girls from Jackson. Ellie is practically famous amongst the young gay population of Jackson, she had girls throwing themselves at her feet naked. She didn’t really enjoy this. She likes fucking. She likes the feeling of making a girl whine and cry and moan and writhe, she likes the power from it. But it was so vapid that it lowered her mood even worse so. With everyone that she had ever fucked she had always been thinking of you. She had been obsessed with you from the moment she saw you, you just seemed unobtainable. You, however, were a complete virgin before Ellie. You touched yourself thinking of her at an insane rate, literally multiple times a day for three painstakingly long years. Your pussy was literally trained to react to Ellie and Ellie alone. She is fucking obsessed with that.

F = Favorite position. When fingering you, Ellie’s favourite position is her sat up with you straddling her. She loves being able to see your face, your expressions. She gets to hear every little whimper. She gets to see as you start to drool as you lose yourself. How your eyes tear up and you cry. She holds onto your hip with such a grip that she doesn’t realise until she notices the finger tip shaped bruises the next morning. Your hip or your throat, especially as you get close, the feeling of her hand tightly there sending you over the edge. The feeling of your life literally being in Ellie’s hands as she fucks into your pussy is something that becomes an addiction. When she’s fucking you with the strap (found sealed in a practically untouched sex shop and thoroughly washed and sanitised) she likes to have you bent over, doggy. Rough and hard and fast. She gets to spank your ass, grab your neck and pull at your hair. She can lean over and see your face as you sob into yourself, begging for more. Ellie loves having you ride her thigh, too. She uses this as a sort of punishment for bad behaviour. She’ll hold your jaw tightly, making you look at her, her thumb in your mouth.

G = Goofy. Ellie goes both ways with this. It largely depends on the context. If you’re just fooling around and it’s lighthearted she’ll tease you and make you laugh, she’ll tickle you and taunt you a little. “What? You gonna be a brat now, huh? You sure you don’t just want me to tear into you?” She’ll push you down, making out with you ferociously, both of you laughing in between kisses. This is usually the case when you’re not preoccupied by other things, when you’re just at home and horny and needy. Ellie is pretty serious other times, like when you’re desperate for her, annoying her and acting out on patrol. “Ellieee, pleaseee, I really really need you.” You’ll whine, bashing your head into her arm and tugging on her sleeve. “Baby, I can’t wait to fuck you, okay? But we have a job to do. You’re gonna have to wait.” You’ll keep going, you get yourself into a mess, your fake pout and whine quickly turning into real desperate tears and quick breaths. “Y/N you seriously need to calm down.” She grows irritated, grabbing your arms to steady you. “But Ellie it’s so s-sore,” your legs get shaky and you cry pitifully. Ellie sighs and grabs your arm, dragging you back to a room you had just cleared. She lifts you and places you onto a desk, ripping off your pants and underwear in one swipe. She treats it like a job, cold and harsh and efficient. Your pussy is drenched and desperate and she softens at the sight. This was all she had wanted, too. But she had the sense to control herself and wait. She fucks into you quickly, your pussy clenching around her fingers. She leans her face into yours, “Hurry up, I’m only giving you two minutes.” She’s stern. You nod, whimpering. You only take one minute. She kisses your forehead, pulls up your pants and you’re back on the job.

H = Hair. Ellie, like most, does not shave. Within a post apocalyptic world beauty standards have changed. Regardless of this, Ellie wouldn’t shave even if it was expected of women. She doesn’t see the need to. She trims her pubes because it’s easier access for you to give her oral. She has pit hair and you think it’s pretty sexy.

I = Intimacy. When you’re having intimate, romantic sex Ellie is as soft as silk. She is so tender and gentle, she strokes your skin, kisses your face and neck and jaw and chest. She kisses you anywhere the position allows she can reach. She praises you uncontrollably. “Such a beautiful princess, you’re all mine aren’t you? So so lucky.” She goes slow and deep, you writhe under her touch and she cups you closer with an arm under the arch of your back. She loves eating you out when you have tender sex like this, feeling you cum on her tongue as you whine out how much you love her. She fucks your with the strap in missionary, stroking your cheek, “Tell me how that feels.” She’ll coo, kissing your forehead. “F-feels s-soo good Ells,” you’re whimpering and shivering.

J = Jack off. Ellie touches herself somewhat frequently. Whenever she’s away from Jackson for a while she’ll do it when she feels that ache of your absence. She’ll think about eating you out, about how perfectly her fingers fit inside you, how pathetic your whines and mewls sound when she’s fucking you. She often thinks about her fingers in your mouth, too. That really gets her off. She thinks of things in a somewhat abstract sense, words describing memories pushing her over the edge. Such a cute little wet pussy and things of the like. She strokes her clit, but she’s somewhat uncomfortable with being penetrated so she doesn’t touch herself like that. She likes her chest being touched, too. She likes remembering the feeling of your mouth on her nipples, and her holding your head still whilst she fucks her pussy into your mouth, your tongue out for her.

K = Kink. Punishments and rewards. Ellie has set expectations for you; you only go out on patrols when partnered with her, you listen to her when on these patrols, you ask her permission to wear certain items of clothing, you ask her permission to touch yourself and to finish, you do as she says and you speak to her kindly. In general, you’re good at following these. You love Ellie’s praise and when she rewards you with a good fuck, or with some flowers she’s picked or some chocolate she got from the market. You love being Ellie’s good girl and the reputation you’ve made of this; everyone sees you as the best thing that could’ve ever happened to Ellie. You are so good for her. Most times when you step out of line, it was intentionally to provoke the reaction you wanted. Ellie’s “punishments” were more of a funishment. For her, she got to let off steam and enjoy fucking your and for you they were mostly pure satisfaction of being completely helpless. Ellie would most often times spank your ass raw and bruised until you were a sobbing mess, begging for her to ‘stop.’ She’d fuck you after, hard. Sometimes, she’d overstimulate you. Making you cum over and over until your body couldn’t handle it, on the verge of passing out. Or, she’d completely deny you. This was only when you had done something to really upset her.

L = Location. Truthfully, Ellie loves fucking you in risky places. On patrols, in the bathroom of the diner or the pub. In other people’s houses when you’re visiting, even. She loves how scared you get, how your body trembles when you realise how loud the sound of wet smacking is. You’ll whine for her to stop going so rough so it’ll be quieter, but she speeds up. She does love sec with you at home, too. When it’s cozy and quiet. She knows you feel most secure and safe there. You’re a whiner, and the only place you don’t complain about it being uncomfortable at is in bed or on the sofa. She has fucked you on every piece of furniture in your little home. The bed, the coffee table, the tv stand and wardrobe, the sofa, the kitchenette, the bath and over the sink, the floors. Ellie is insatiable.

M = Motivation. Ellie gets crazy turned on by your pitiful little face when you’re asking her for something or when you’re just looking helpless. Your big watery doe eyes and sniffly nose and pouty lip, flushed cheeks as you tremble. Whether it’s because you’re anxious or cold or upset. It makes her feel slightly guilty but it really really gets her going. You just look like you need to be fucked by her strap until you’re okay again. She loves when you’re tired and you have a sleepy voice, “ells, wan’ cuddles, right now” you complain, grabbing onto her arms with half closed eyes. She’ll nuzzle into you with kisses, her hands travelling down to your pants. She loves when you try to impress her- having killed an infected, marching over to tell her, big proud grin on your face. “Well done princess, you sure you’re okay?” She’ll coo over you and make sure you know just how proud she is.

N = No. Ellie wouldn’t have very many limits with you. Even with something kind of unusual like water sports, she’d probably be willing to think of a compromise. With that specific example, she would probably control when you’re allowed to go to the bathroom, teasing you when you need it and not letting you go, watching as you tremble and cry and beg. The only things that she would say No to are scat, age play and intense sadomasochistic scenes

O = Oral. Ellie prefers to give oral. It’s her favourite form of sex. She obsesses over it. She has you lay over the side of the bed, her on her knees using her mouth on you. Or she’ll have you sit on her face, her hands on your hips forcefully moving you to grind. Ellie maintains full control in this, easily overpowering you.

P = Pace. Again, depends on the context. When you’re having romantic, sensual sex Ellie goes painfully slow and deep up until you reach your peak, then she’ll speed up to maximise the feeling of your orgasm. When she’s annoyed at you or she’s pent up she can go a lot harder than she realises, often leaving you bruised and sore. As a general, Ellie fucks you deep and fast.

Q = Quickie. Ellie doesn’t really care for quickies, preferring to have you at her expense for hours on end. Quickies are usually the result of you acting out or being impatient and her pounding into you until you cum, then being obviously irritated with you afterwards (but especially hands on and protective.)

R = Risk. Ellie is up for risk taking, fucking you in semi public environments. The most risky situation you’ve found yourself in was when she was stroking your clit under the table at dinner at a restaurant with your friends. She saw that you were growing uncomfortable from anxiety and stopped before you could finish. Aside from this, has has once fucked you with her switchblade up to your throat per your request. She was extremely nervous of accidentally scratching you or cutting into you but Ellie is very skilled with her blade, she kept a steady hand and only the flat surface of the side of the blade ever came into contact with your skin.

S = Stamina. Ellie has INSANE stamina. She would literally fuck your for the rest of her life continuously if you let her. Every single time you have sex she asks if you want to go again, usually going three or four rounds before you tire out too much to physically move. Even then she’s okay to keep going, asking if you want her to use her mouth to soothe you down. Your sex at home lasts for several hours with minimal breaks for water. The longest you’ve went was seven hours, with Ellie overstimulating you into a sobbing broken mess. She’s never seen you so beautiful.

T = Toys. Ellie owns one strap found from a sex toy shop. She got a little vibrator from there too, not really knowing what it was. Neither of you really use it much, preferring the organic feeling of each others bodies.

U = Unfair. Ellie is a HUGE tease. She literally torments your life. She loves pushing you to tears, it turns her on like nothing else. She can be so cruel, having you grind yourself onto her shoe as your only hope of getting off. “Keep going, think you’re gonna cum like that hm?” She’ll ask, seated. You bump your clothed pussy onto her converse desperate for the friction, sobbing out unintelligible nonsense. “P-please, wanna cum s-so bad Ells,” you’re crying, your face soaked from tears and Ellie’s spit. “Go on then, cum.”

V = Volume. Ellie isn’t really loud at all. When you first started sleeping together she was eerily quiet, insecure of how she sounds. You coaxed her into letting go. She is breathy and makes deep groans, the ghost of a pained whine here and there if she’s especially needy. She is very vocal, either reminding you of your place or reminding you how perfect you are and how she loves you unconditionally.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - Ellie is turned on by the strength difference between the two of you. She very easily overpowers you. She can pin you down and have you just writhe and whine and eventually bubble up to tears, unable to actually do anything. She could kill you. Strangely, this turns her on. Not that she has a desire to but the knowledge that she holds that power and you wouldn’t be able to resist it just floods her head with dirty pictures of you. Equally, the knowledge that she can very efficiently protect you is reassuring. Your physical weakness is endearing to her. She is reassured by your necessity for her protection

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - She’s not really picky. Black boxers and white undies.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - EXTREMELY high!!!!!!! Ellie literally thinks about fucking you every minute of every day if she’s not innocently thinking of how much she loves and adores and appreciates you she’s thinking of fucking you to tears and bruises. You have sex at least once a day, frequently more. It’s comforting to Ellie, it’s so intimate. It’s like holding each other but more closely. Plus, she is just plain obsessed with your body.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Ellie falls asleep pretty soon after you do (which is pretty much as soon as she’s finished pottering around you and doting on you.) She’ll stroke your hair for a while and whisper to you until she knows you’re at a deep sleep and then she’ll cuddle you into her chest and fall asleep herself.

This took soooo long!!!! I hope you like it :)) I do teehee ^^

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blackjack-15 · 10 months ago

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the way nat is treated is sooo sad and predictable. she doesn't always (present day) handle things well, but...with an upbringing like this? and good on her for pouring the liquor down the drain and bringing paper towels

"oh you're gonna make sprite?" "yeah, i'm gonna make sprite" that's carmy in a nutshell. push on a wall, it becomes a bridge.

"holding everything in and then letting it out inappropriately" you've reduced the bear to its most basic components!

he made sprite! something from nearly nothing, that's carmy. and no one even thanks him to his face. he didn't have to do it, he was doing 6 other things at once, and he still made sprite for someone who was having a hard time

also richie's ex wife reminds me strongly of mrs. berzatto. just saying.

"why isn't someone listening to me?" "i'm listening" "WHY IS NO ONE LISTENING TO ME" and this is mrs berzatto at a 4/5? we're gonna see her at a 6+ before long

i hate to armchair-diagnose, but there's pretty obviously a personality disorder present here in the Matriarch of the Berzatto clan. histrionic personality disorder is my immediate thought, but could be something else.

"no one's f//kin with you why would you think that?" gee i wonder.

"we ran into the love of your life" "i don't have a love of my life" 1) they're 100% talking about claire 2) carmy baby. you're so right you don't yet.

wow i hate mikey/richie right now. but! this adds a whole new dimension to carmy re: claire! because claire is tied to mikey, to what mikey 'wanted' for carmy, and that makes this whole thing come full circle, doesn't it?

"what did you do. what did you do." maybe christmas in copenhagen would have been a good idea.

carmy's absolute distaste for this whole 'conversation' (the glasses came off? the body is banging? really guys? you're being disgusting) is beautiful. carmy's got many, many vices and makes a lot of mistakes, but this is Not something he puts up with

"i don't understand why you would do this. why are you like this" oh carmy honey.

"i'm not in love with her, that's what i'm saying, where did you guys get that?"

THERE IT IS.

there's the reason for showing how carmy reacts when someone wants something from him, why the awful phone conversation with claire has her making him go from not wanting to give his number to saying "i want you to have my number". we have to see how carmy goes from saying no -- the truth -- to saying yes -- a lie -- after pressure is put on him. because this is where it starts.

claire represents what others want for carmy. normalcy, a chance -- his "only" chance -- to be with someone deemed societally Valuable. to not be an "other", to fit in, to have something "Good" that everyone thinks is good. carmy/claire is nauseating, but it's supposed to be. people spend so much time on screen telling us how Good claire is, when the show itself doesn't back it up. she's a figure of myth, a representation of the expectations others set on carmy and that he bows to, not a character. full stop.

and wow this is legitimately hard to watch. carmy attempts to set boundary, boundary is ignored. rinse, repeat.

they think carmy's in love with her -- this is a man in his, what, late 20s at this point? -- because he used to draw her in high school? the tenuous is getting more tenuous my Gosh.

"carm. this is a good thing." oh and no it really really isn't.

okay nice moment here for richie. does he think carmy is weird? yeah. does he still kinda brag about his sprite-making abilities? yeah

okay, ex wife is the worst. the boy makes you sprite b/c you don't feel good and there's none in the house and you ask why they'd 'punish' a nice girl like claire by hooking carmy up with her?

richie is adorable with his daughter and despite everything going wrong in his life (both his fault and not) is a really good dad ("do you think that she'll like us?" is such a soft question). i am really, really glad he's divorced. i want him to find happiness -- i don't know what that would look like for him just yet, but.

"we just have to not be like our parents" the other distillation of the bear!

richie trying to get a better job for his kid is really sweet. mikey telling the bill murray story in the background? hilarious

we're further breaking down the Mythos of Mikey -- he's introduced as a perfect, tragic figure, and we've spent a season and a half showing his foibles...which are Many.

#the bear #liveblogging #2X06 #THIS EPISODE IS SO STRESSFUL #anti claire bear #kinda?? more pointing out that she's a Narrative Tool but #this episode is at an 8 for crazy already and something tells me we're gonna break the knob off past 10

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ohallthecrushes · 4 months ago

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Alphabet headcanons Elias Voit SFW

Mhm. Guess, who's not sleeping and creating headcanons for our charming killer? xd Let me know if you want NSFW version.

A is for Affection (How Affectionate He Is? How Does He Show Affection?)

His love is clandestine, shared only with the person who holds his heart.

He's moderately affectionate in public and his possessiveness can masquerade as affection at times. He can brush her hand with his, take it into his or put an arm around her waist when around people. Subtle signs that she is his without making her feel engulfed.

His main way to show affection is an act of service and quality time. He will take care of things for her, anticipating her needs, like paying bills, buying essential household items, but also making her coffee or drawing a warm bath without being asked. And by doing so he can subtly controlling her environment, so it's a double win for him - her needs are fulfilled and his need for controling is fulfilled too. This can be helpful but stifling if she's more of an independent person.

He pays close attention to her likes and dislikes, and may surprise her with small, thoughtful gifts or gestures that show he is attentive.

If she's more comfortable with darkness and morbid things, he'd gladly buy her a horror movie prop or one of David Rossi's book about serial killers. *wink, wink*

B is for Beauty (What Does He Admire About His Girlfriend, Physically and Emotionally?)

I think because he's attentive to details he finds beauty in less obvious parts of her, like the way she smiles, the way she gestures her hands when speaking, or a physical feature that others might find unconventional.

He is particularly drawn to her eyes, finding them expressive and captivating. He loves them, because he can read them and they tell him what she feels.

Emotionally he admires her inner strength and resilience.

Intelligence and the depth of her thoughts is very important to him, he connects to her on an intellectual level. He admires her mind and seeks her insights, often engaging in deep conversations.

He's fascinated by her ability to face her own darkness and he values her authenticity and how she doesn't hide her true self, which contrasts with his own need to maintain a façade.

C is for Comfort (How Would He Help His Girlfriend When She Felt Down/Had a Panic Attack?)

He doesn't deal with emotions openly, his approach is calculated and directed at solving a problem rather than providing emotional support. He'd be detached from his and her emotions, but his protective instincts would kick in.

He'd offer a listening ear, allowing her to vent and express her feelings without judgment, before he suggests a more practical way to deal with whatever she is dealing with.

Despite his practical and logical approach, it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand the value of emotional support. He'd project an aura of calm. He'd stay close, providing a comforting presence, holding her hand or giving her a reassuring hug. But it wouldn't come naturally from him, more like a thought through moves.

During a panic attack he'd stay calm and guide her through grounding techniques. Speaking in a soft, steady voice, he'd talk her through the attack.

D is for Dreams (How Does He picture His Future With Her?)

He's known for his meticulous planning ahead, so the moment he decides that this is it, that he wants her to be his companion for life, he starts planning a future together. Down to every detail, like where would they live, how many kids would they have, where and when would they get married...

He'd be mostly focused on making his own dreams come true, aka creating the facade of normalcy, but he'd also bear in mind her needs and would try to fulfill them the best he can.

He wants to have a normal, conventional relationship (at least in public eyes) and have a family, but if she doesn't want to have kids, he's fine with that, as long as they're both happy.

E is for Ending things (If He Had to Break Up With Her, How Would He Do It?)

If he decided to break up, it would be a well-thought-out process. He would aim to do it in a way that minimizes drama and maintains his control over the narrative. He doesn't want to make her his enemy or a vengeful ex-wife.

He would likely frame the breakup in a way that appears considerate and caring, such as saying he doesn’t want to hurt her anymore or that it’s better for both of them in the long run.

He would try to ensure the breakup leaves her with a positive impression of him, possibly even leaving the door open for future interactions or making it seem like it was a mutual decision.

But if things went rough and dangerous, and if it benefited him more, he might simply disappear, leaving no explanation.

F is for Fiance (How Does He Feel About Commitment? How Fast Would He Like to Get Married?)

He sees commitment as a strategic move to strengthen his control, rather than purely an emotional decision. Marriage holds some appeal – the facade of normalcy, the societal acceptance.

A part of him craves the stability and a long-term relationship with someone who could truly love and accept him.

He'd likely take his time before proposing marriage, ensuring that his partner is deeply attached and loyal to him. This could take some time, depending on how quickly he feels his goals are achieved.

G is for Gentle (How Gentle is He, Both Physically and Emotionally?)

He's not inherently gentle, either physically or emotionally. His world is built on destruction and violence, and gentleness doesn't align with that.

But he can be very gentle when he wants to, he understands that a soft touch can be disarming and create a sense of safety and intimacy. A feather-like caress across her cheek, fingers tracing patterns on her skin... He gets it.

His physical touch can range from possessive to tender depending on circumstances.

Genuine emotional gentleness is even rarer. He's capable of empathy, but it's not his strong suit. He might show vulnerability in carefully controlled doses or surprises himself in rare moments of genuine vulnerability.

He might share a painful memory or confess a fear. These revelations are rare, like finding diamond in the dark.

Overall his gentleness is a secret he shares only with those who dare to see beyond the bloodstains. <3

H is for Hugs (Does He Like Hugs? What Are His Hugs Like?)

He finds hugs comforting at times. In her arms he forgets the blood on his hands and the weight of his crimes.

When he initiates hugs, his need for connection struggles with his fear for exposure.

He's capable of great violence, yet he restrains himself, treating his partner like a fragile treasure in his arms.

Sometimes his hugs might feel slightly possessive. A tight grip but still gentle.

Most of the time his hugs are like a shield against the world, often warm and reassuring, designed to make her feel safe and cherished.

I is for I love you (How Fast Does He Say "I Love You"?)

He's strategic about when he says the first "I love you." He waits until he is confident that it will have the maximum emotional impact and deepen her attachment to him.

Also he has to be sure that he won't be rejected. This might not be immediate but would come relatively soon in the relationship once he's sure of her feelings and her presumable reaction.

He might struggle to say it though while being completely open with his true feelings. It leaves him vulnerable and exposed.

J is for Jealousy (How Jealous Does He Get? What Does He Do When He's Jealous?)

He is prone to jealousy, primarily because of his need for control and his possessive nature. Seeing his partner showing interest in or receiving attention from others would trigger him.

But rather than showing overt jealousy, he uses subtle manipulation to ensure her focus remains on him. And only him. He might criticize or undermine the person he feels threatened by.

He would likely increase his attention and affection, reminding her of their bond, subtly encouraging her to spend more time with him and less with others.

If things get more serious and he feels real threatened by someone to the point that he can't shake it off, he'll find a substitute to unleash his rage upon them instead of the real person that's ignited his jealousy.

He would never resort to harm his partner or abuse her. If he had to confront her he'd express his feelings in a way that seemed reasonable and caring, trip guilting her instead.

K is for Kisses (What Are His Kisses Like?)

Depending on the situation, his kisses can range from soft and gentle pecks to intense and passionate kisses.

They are often passionate and intense and can become demanding.

On other times his kisses could be surprisingly gentle and caring like forehead kisses or quick pecks.

Sometimes they feel like a mark of ownership, a possessive claim, involving his teeth.

L is for Love (What Is He Like When He’s in Love? Is It Obvious to Others? How Does He Express His Feelings?)

When he's in love, his emotions run deep. His obsessive tendencies, which he usually directs toward his dark pursuits, now focus on her (which could be a bad thing, unless she's not easily scared of the intensity of his feelings).

He becomes fixated on her, studying her every move and memorizing her habits.

He becomes more attentive and focused on her, gathering even more informations about her, not necessarily directly from her, but from her friends and family.

He most likely stalks her social media without revealing himself.

To those around him, the signs are more subtle, just increased attentiveness to her and a softer demeanor around her. He might talk about her often and showing signs of protectiveness towards her.

However he still maintains a certain level of reserve in public.

He can't escape his true nature. Love doesn't erase his darkness, it merely redirects it.

He's willing to kill for her and sacrifice anything to be with her.

M is for Mornings (How Are Mornings Spent With Him?)

He rises early, before her. He slips out of bed to prepare breakfast.

He likes making breakfast for her, he always makes sure to prepare something she likes.

He greets her with a soft I love you, with a gentle kiss on her lips.

It's a whole routine for him before they both start a day, so it's important to him to create a good atmosphere.

I don't imagine him as an angry sleeper, so I think he's quite cheerful in the morning even when he's had a sleepless night.

It's in moments like this, that he feels gratitude for having her in his life.

If he allows himself a moment of vulnerability, it's during breakfast.

N is for Nicknames (What Does He Call His Girlfriend? What Nicknames Does He Use?)

The nicknames he uses are simple yet endearing. He likes to call her beautiful or darling.

Sometimes he calls her sweetheart.

But mostly he calls her love, or my love with a hint of possessiveness.

O is for Open (How Open Is He About Himself?)

He guards his inner dark world like a fortress, afraid of consequences, afraid that he might accidently hurt his partner with the truth.

However he reveals fragments of himself, of his past, of his mind, but only on his terms and with a calculated risk.

When he struggles with something, he keeps it to himself, veiling his emotions, pretending he's ok.

When he can't hide it anymore, he tends to isolate himself until he's sure he can maintain the facade. He'd regret it if he accidently lashed out at her.

He's not accustomed to being completely open, completely vulnerable with someone and he struggles to do it.

P is for PDA (What Is His Opinion About PDA? Is He Upfront with His Relationship?)

He's not comfortable with PDA. He values control and privacy, and public displays of affection might make him feel vulnerable.

Yet, he may engage in PDA that appears appropriate and affectionate but not overly intimate.

He's selectively upfront about his relationship, presenting it in a way that supports his image and serves his interests.

He wants to control the narrative, presenting a carefully curated image of their lives to public.

R is for Romantic (How Romantic Is He? What Would He Do to Make Her Happy?)

He's romantic at heart, so committing murder together would be his way to show affection.

He can be quite romantic, using his attentiveness and charm to create memorable and meaningful moments, but he's not comfortable with great gestures or anything that would draw unnecessary public attention.

To make her happy he may surprise her with a date or give her thoughtful gifts.

He may leave her heartfelt handwritten notes expressing his feelings and appreciation for her.

Mostly to make her happy, he does small acts of kindness that show he thinks of her, like cooking her favorite meal or running errands she dislikes.

S is for Security (How Protective Is He? What Would He Do to Protect Her?)

He's fiercely protective of his partner, driven by both genuine care and his possessive nature.

He anticipates danger, ready to strike.

He'd eliminate any threat without hesitation.

He wants to shield her from the world. He knows better than anyone how dangerous and treacherous the world can be.

He'd go great lengths to ensure her safety.

He's like a predator guarding his prey.

If she was in immediate danger, he would not hesitate to step in and defend her, using any means necessary. And by any I mean Any means necessary.

Would he kill for her? Pfh, you gotta ask?

To protect her from perceived threats, he'd use manipulation to isolate her from individuals he deems dangerous or untrustworthy. Ekhem, David Rossi, ekhem.

He'd watch over her, sometimes from the shadows, other times up close to make sure she's safe.

T is for Thrill (Does He Need to Try Out New Things to Spice Up His Relationship? Or Does He Prefer a Certain Routine?)

His double life and dark activities provide him enough thrill, so he doesn't look for it in his relationship.

But he does like to experiment, so most likely he'd love to try new things with her from time to time to keep the relationship exciting. And I don't mean only in bed.

He'd love to try new food or new activities with her, something that involves controlled danger like skydiving or visiting a horror house.

However he prefers a certain level of routine in a relationship over constant changes as it provides a sense of stability and control that he finds comfort in.

U is for Ugly (What Would Be Some Bad Habits of His?)

Umm, his killing tendencies I guess.

He can't seem to stop threaten people even for five minutes.

Manipulative tendencies is perhaps his most prominent bad habit. Actually this is more than a bad habit; it's a core part of his character.

Control issues. His need to control every aspect of his life and relationship can become overbearing and stifling.

A disregard for societal norms and laws, reflecting his belief that he is above such boring constraints.

Keeping secrets and withholding information from his partner, especially about his darker activities, is another detrimental habit.

His obsessive planning and overthinking can lead to anxiety not only for him, but also for his partner.

Beneath the calculated stoic exterior, there's a tendency towards impulsive acts of violence.

Lying about his double life.

The list is long.

V is for Value (How Important Is His Relationship to Him in Comparison to His Other Dark Life? Would He Consider Stopping Killing for Her?)

His relationship is very important to him, both emotionally and strategically. He values the connection and the façade of normalcy it provides.

It gives him a sense of belonging and normalcy he craves.

It also creates an illusion of balance between his dark nature and his human side.

It gives him hope that he can be normal and different than his uncle.

A deep love could potentially make him pause his activities temporarily.

YET it's unlikely that he'd stop killing completely. Killing provides him with a sense of control and power that a romantic relationship, even a deeply intimate one, may not fully satisfy. It's addictive and it provides a high and a sense of purpose that's difficult to replace.

He would try to balance both aspects of his life, finding ways to continue his dark activities without endangering his relationship.

W is for Whole (Would He Feel Incomplete Without His partner?)

Depends.

He's self-sufficient, self-reliant and independent. He sees having a partner as an important complement rather than a necessity.

However when he's deeply in love, his partner becomes a missing puzzle, deeply intertwined with his life. His darkness yearns for her light and he experiences a unique form of dependency with her.

As a result he can't imagine his life without her.

However if he lost her, (though he'd do anything he could to prevent that from happening) he'd find ways to cope with her absence without feeling truly incomplete. His ability to compartmentalize would likely allow him to function, albeit with a sense of loss and frustration. Most likely he'd spiral deeper into his dark tendencies.

Y is for Yuck (What Are Some Things He Wouldn’t Like in General in His Partner?)

Lack of loyalty. He's highly intolerant of any signs of disloyalty or betrayal.

Insubordination. In bed, fine, but don't undermine his control outside the bedroom.

A partner who is intellectually inferior would bore and frustrate him.

Too depended.

Too independent.

An overly emotional, clingy partner is a red flag for him, also emotional instability he sees as a liability.

A blabbermouth is a big no no.

Z is for Zzzleep (What Are His Sleep Habits? How Is To Sleep With Him?)

He's a light-sleeper. His mind is constantly active, making it difficult for him to fall and stay asleep.

He's an early bird. Not in nature, but because of restlessness and nightmares. His mind hums with dark intrusive thoughts. His dreams are full of faces of victims, blood-soaked scenes.

His partner is like an anchor for him.

He waits for her to fall asleep first.

He pulls her close for comfort and protection.

Subconsciously seeks her presence in his sleep.

He's definitely the big spoon.

#elias voit #sicarius #cm evolution #headcanons

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 10 months ago

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the ship thing looks like a lot of fun! lets do it!

so my name's blu, and i use "she/her" pronouns! i have dark blue hair and brown eyes, am 5'8", and wear way too many oversized hoodies and sweaters haha i'm your sterotypical enfj- the kind of mom friend who will very forcefully remind you to do some selfcare! i do love to talk about the things i'm into, and aren't afraid to stand up for what i believe in. for hobbies, writing is my first love, but i also love taking long walks and exploring nature or even just the world outside my window! i'm also a big music enjoyer! i'm a part of two bands- one where i play guitar and the other where i do bass! i love singing, too, and get incredibly into all my karaoke performances 😂 i'm not really sure what i go looking for in a partner, but i tend to gravitate towards shyer guys and relationships where i'll end up doing most of the talking as well as people who aren't afraid to talk about the deep things in life.

thanks emily!! can't wait to see what you come up with 😁

Thank you so much for the request Blu!! (also i have blue hair rn too!! 🥰💖)

I ship you with…

(Speirs Voice) Darrell C. POWWWEEERRRRSSSS

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

How you met

Mkay SO

Your band came to Europe to play for the soldiers because morale boost

So Easy Company is sitting listening to your band and everyone is vibing and having a Lovely Time ™

Shifty looks up at the stage and sees you with your guitar and

He’s sitting with Talbert and Smokey and they see how he’s just staring and start teasing him a bit

Sweet baby laughs but starts blushing when Tab and Smokes talk about meeting her after the show

Like WHAT?? INTERACTING WITH THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL EVER???

Before they know it though y’all are packing up your gear and it’s Now or Never

So Tab and Smokey being Tab and Smokey they each Grab an Arm and before the three know it they’re next to the stage

You’re still on stage just putting your guitar away when Smokey just goes “YOU DID GREAT TONIGHT!!”

But when you turn around all you see is Shifty all alone and frantically looking beside him

But honestly he's so stinkin cute how could you not go over and talk to him

Sweet baby just blushes bright red and stutters out

“H-how do you do ma’am, my name’s shift- I mean Darrell b-but everyone calls me Shifty,” he just looks down and sticks his hand out

You just laugh softly and shake his hand (asdf there was so definitely a spark but neither of you admit it)

“It’s very nice to meet you Shifty,” you get an idea when you look back at the stage

“Would you mind helping me carry my stuff back to the van?” 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Shifty’s eyes brighten up and he’s like an eager golden retriever following you up onto the stage to get your things

Shifty’s able to relax a little bit thanks to you being so sweet and lovely and y’all have just the most wonderful conversation

Before you leave he definitely asks you to dinner and of course how could you say no

How he knew he loves you

I picture it happening when y’all are on a hike

You got to the top of the mountain and there’s a beautiful view, absolutely perfect for your picnic!

So y’all are having a lovely picnic just talking about everything under the sun

However you look over and notice that Shifty’s water bottle is almost full

Like siR YOU’RE ON A HIKE YOU NEED TO HYDRATE

“Shifty, you need to drink some water babe,” you say gently, holding out the water bottle to him

When he looks at you… the gentle but concerned look in your eyes, strands of your hair framing your face, the way the sun is shining on you, everything is just perfect

He leans forward and gently kisses you, placing a hand on your cheek

He slowly pulls away and just quietly says, “I’m in love with you…”

The genuine love and tenderness of the moment almost makes you want to cry so of course you say it back

Y’all go on that hiking trail every year now

A conflict that arose and how y’all resolve it

Ok so y’all are out at a bar maybe with friends after the war

Shifty offers to get the next round of drinks, so he kisses you on the cheek before going up to the bar and ordering

You glance over to the bar after a little bit and see Shifty talking to a girl??

It’s clear she’s trying to put the moves on him, the giggling, the Touching His Arm In That One Way

And Shifty just… lets her?

He’s even laughing along with her jokes (which you can hear and they ain’t great)

You could NEVER picture Shifty doing something like this, but you have no other explanation for what your eyes are seeing

The conflicting feelings start to feel overwhelming so you tell your friends that you’re going to the bathroom before walking as quickly as you can toward the restrooms

Shifty notices your brisk pace and gets concerned cuz you look really upset?? What happened while he was gone??

He follows you to the hallway with the bathrooms and gently takes your hand

“Is everything alright love??” he says so gently but also so worried

You debate telling him what you saw

Like on the one hand he’s never given any indication he’s like that

But on the other he was CLEARLY flirting back???

He sees the anxiety in your eyes and his concern just Doubles

“Sweetheart what’s wrong??” he gently places his hands on your arms while he waits to hear your response, praying he can fix whatever it is

“...why were you flirting with that girl?” you asked in a barely audible voice, tears welling up in your eyes

Suddenly Shifty’s facial muscles scrunch up

“Flirting? You mean with that girl at the bar?”

He laughs a little and shakes his head

“I was trying everything I could to get away from her, but I was waiting on the drinks and I didn’t want to be mean…”

You just breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head, relief washing over you

You both start laughing quietly before you plant a kiss on his lips

“I love you Darrell C Powers”

“Why do you always use my full name?” (it’s not because I always hear it in Speirs’ voice idk what you’re talking about)

Your Happily Ever After

Every morning he wakes you up with a kiss on your nose

If that doesn’t work he goes for your lips next

Sweet baby boy just does everything in his POWEEERRRSS Power to make you smile every day

It’s so lovely too because you're his Emotional Support Extrovert

You do all the talking when y’all need to do adult things like buy a car or do tax thingies

Y’all just balance each other perfectly and I would joke about it being gross but tbh it’s just goals

A silly headcanon about your relationship

So Shifty wanted to do something super extra special for your birthday one year

So he found this super cool and delicious recipe for your favorite flavor of cake

One catch - your boy has never cooked a thing a day in his life

So the night before your birthday (sweet boy wanted to surprise you) you come home and there’s smoke everywhere and you can tell it’s coming from the kitchen

Of course you race in and the first thing you see is Shifty standing on the counter fanning the fire alarm with an off-white apron

Which is weird because your apron is blue??

Yeah the kitchen was an absolute war zone

Cake batter everywhere, egg shells on the floor, flour sticking on every surface

Shifty sees you and quickly hops off the counter to hug you before he remembers the discombobulated state he is in

He just sheepishly smiles at you and says, “happy birthday??”

It was the most fun you’ve ever had cleaning up the kitchen

Thank you again for the ask Blu!!! 💙💙💙💙 (I'm sorry if i made too many jokes about how Speirs says his name it just lives in my head rent-free 🤣😅)

#ask #xxluckystrike #band of brothers #hbo #hbo war #easy company #band of brothers ship #darrell c powers #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #help emily write #emily shut up #my writing #making waves

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random-bs-is-found-here · 9 months ago

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I Can Show You The World (Slightly Yandere!Glitchy Red x Fem!Unnamed!Oc)

PART 2 - Her first Pokemon

NOTE: This is my heavily edited conversation with @tearzahb's Glitchy Red Character AI character. He was a bit repetitive during the chat, so I had to add a lot of extra things. In this universe, Celadon City has a beach. Also, this chapter is a very short one. I promise, the next part will be longer.

Pairing: Slightly Yan!Glitchy Red x Fem!OC

Synopsis: OC had been kidnapped brought into the world of Pokemon by none other that the infamous Glitchy Red (but she doesn't know who he really is yet...). After defeating Jessie and James, they head towards Celadon City to capture a Pokemon for OC.

Word Count: ~1290

Possible warnings: slightly yandere behavior (especially in later parts), G. Red trying to be a showoff. (Please tell me, if I missed anything else and did not notice)

You can find the previous part here.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Several hours later, they finally arrived to their destination. The two reached the outskirts of Celadon City.

The area was crowded with people, and it was obvious that this city was very active. Red's eyes scanned the area, looking for a certain building. Rumor got around not long ago that a Pokemon adoption centre opened somewhere near the department store. However, no matter how long they've been searching, he just couldn't spot it. Time for plan B. Get a wild Pokemon.

He saw a few Magikarps playing in the nearby fountain, and pointed at them.

"Do you want to start with these, or would you like to look somewhere else?"

She smiled at him a bit awkwardly. "I don't mean to be picky, but unless they are level 19 or above, I might have to decline."

Red chuckled at her reaction.

"I can't blame you. Magikarps are practically useless. I do not even know why I suggested them."

"That's okay. I see you're just trying to help. Maybe we should look somewhere else?"

"Yes... That is a good idea. How about near the Cycling Road? That area is quite active with trainers trying to find basic Pokemon, like Pidgey, Ratatta... Perhaps, Oddish."

"Oh, okay. Although, I was thinking of a water type, to be honest. Do you think we could find one there?"

"Water type, huh? Then, let's head towards the beach instead. It is not too far from here" he said, grabbing her hand.

"Celadon City has a beach?"

"Yeah?" Red looked at her, confused. "I thought you played the game multiple times?"

"I did? Celadon never had a beach."

Red's expression turned angry. The beach was a truly remarkable place, and none of the players experienced to see it? Outrageous. The developers should be fired.

"Come, then. I promise, you'll love it."

"If you say so."

They walked quietly for a while. Red was not lying. The beach was, indeed, just a short walk away. It took them longer to get there, however. They got held up by a boy, whose Weezing's behavior got a little out of hand, and the area was filled with semi-poisonous gas. They had to find an alternate route to avoid inhaling it.

"Phew, it feels like it took forever to get here!" the woman giggled.

Red was smiling as well. "You've seen that Growlithe setting a flower shop's sign on fire, too? It was just around the corner."

"Yeah! It looked so proud of itse- woah."

She stopped walking, staring at the view in front of her in awe. Red has been right, once again. It was breathtaking. The sand was a beautiful shade of ocher, and the waves were turquoise. There were not many people there, considering it was late afternoon, but she could see some Pokemon enter and exit the water.

"Beautiful, doesn't it?"

She looked at Red, who was also admiring the view with a small smile on his face.

"It's such a shame the creators did not include this..."

"Indeed" he agreed. "So, what do you think? Any Pokemon that caught your attention?"

"Not yet. Let's go closer! Come on!" she grabbed Red's hand, and started to run toward the water. They stopped approximately a meter away from the waves. "Wow... They look so cool!"

The pure adoration in her eyes made Red's heart beat in a faster rhythm. She would make a wonderful trainer.

"You think we can get a starter around this area?" she asked.

"Maybe" he shrugged. "They are extremely rare, but if we are lucky, we might find one. But we just can't get too caught up in the idea that we'll for sure see one. Though I can guarantee we will find something worth catching."

"Okay, I trust you."

He nodded his head, smiling as he saw how trusting she is of him. He was happy that she's willing to put some faith into him. "Alright, let's go, then! I promise once again, we will find something amazing. After all, I'm here!" He started to walk and beckoned her to follow. She did so laughing, after rolling her eyes at his antics.

They walk for a couple of minutes, before he pointed off into the distance. "Hey, can you see that? It might be a little too far away, but there's a Goldeen in the water over there. How about that one?"

"Yeah, that's a good id- Wait, look! An Azurill!"

When she said that, he looked to where she was pointing. He saw, far behind the Goldeen a tiny, cute Azurill. "Woah, you're right! Do you want that one instead?"

"Well, if it's not a lot to ask for..."

Red did not need more confirmation. He dropped his backpack and cap off and dove into the water in an instant, scaring a Tentacool in the process. He swam like a madman. The poor Azurill did not really have time to react, before he got close enough.

"HEY, AZURIL! GET OVER HERE! YOU'RE MINE!" Red tried to grab the Pokemon, but it quickly dove underwater, and swam towards the shallow waters.

In the meantime, the woman standing on the beach was having the time of her life watching the Pokemon trainer. She was giggling constantly.

"Damn it, this is annoying. This Pokemon is being really stubborn" he mumbled to himself as he watched the Azurill scamper off for the sixth time. However, he was not going to give up just yet!

The woman on the coast was still giggling. "Maybe, we can catch it the traditional way..."

Red halted, looking at her confused. Then, he realised. She was pointing at his backpack he left with her. One of those pockets were filled with empty Pokeballs. His expression shifted slightly.

"Oh, right. You're right, you're right. I guess I was just a little too focused on... Okay, never mind" He chuckled awkwardly, he didn't really expect himself to make such a silly mistake. He had no excuses. He was just a dumbass, even with several years of experience behind his back.

Red quickly swam back to the coast, got his backpack from the woman, and pulled a Pokeball out of the pocket. He then threw it with precise accuracy at the Azurill, hoping that the Pokemon would remain in the ball, making this a quick and easy process.

The ball hit it. It sucked the Pokemon inside, then started to shake.

"One... Two... Three..." she counted the shakes while standing anxiously next to Red. Then, the ball made a clicking sound. She loudly cheered. "Gotcha! Azurill was caught!"

"We did it!" Red couldn't help but grin as well.

"No, YOU did it!" she reminded him. "You looked amazing!"

"O-oh, thank you" he went as red as a beetroot. "Do you want to give a nickname to the Azurill?"

Red handed her the ball containing her very first Pokemon. She clutched it to her chest tightly.

"Hm, let me think... No, thanks. I can not think of a good nickname..."

"That's okay. You can nickname it later. Do you have any other Pokemon in mind you want me to catch you?"

"O-oh, no, thank you. You have already done enough for me. I am already grateful for what I have now. Speaking of gratefulness, thank you so much. You can't even imagine how much this means to me."

She slowly stepped closer to Red and hugged him. For the male, it felt like the whole world stopped around him. It was just Red and her, wrapped in a hug, while the last rays of the Sun shone on them.

"I-it was my pleasure" he stuttered, as she let him go. "A-anyways," he cleared his throat. "It's getting dark. We should check in a hotel for the night."

#pokemon #fire red #glitchy red #yandere x oc #soft yandere #kanto

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relatable-trxsh · 2 years ago

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What Kind of Help?

A/n: Hello! I wanted to take a small break from my Bellamy fic and post a Loki fic!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Summary: Y/n Stark runs into some family problems so Loki Helps out.

warnings: Fluff, the word "Ass"

“A ‘C’ isn't good enough y/n!” Your dad Mr.Perfect Tony Stark said. You groaned loudly rubbing your face.

“Dad I’m in college! Why are you still even keeping track of my grades?!” He laughs dryly.

“Because you're getting C’s! Does Banner need to touter you like in high school?” You let out an exasperated yell.

“Its organic chemistry a ‘C’ is pretty damn good! AND it was a ‘C+’! Damn near a ‘B’!” Your father goes to argue back but his favorite adopted child walks in.

“Ahh Peter, what did you get in Organic Chemistry?” Peter looks between the two of you, both faces red from yelling.

“Uhh…I don't know if I want to answer that because judging by Y/n’s face she might destroy me.” You grit your teeth. “Answer the question Peter,” Tony says impatiently.

“A ‘B+’” He mumbles.

“See Peter didn't /nearly/ get a be he got a ‘B+’” You look at your father in disbelief and teleport to the only person you could stand being around right now. Your best friend Loki.

As soon as your feet touch the ground in his dark room you start pacing. Loki jumps a little at your presence before standing and walking over to you, gently grabbing your face making you stop walking.

“My sweet darling what is wrong?” You let out a shaky breath avoiding his eyes. “My precious I need you to tell me what is wrong.” Your eyes finally meet his and all of the anger in your chest.

“Help me my family is driving me insane!” Your arms fly up and dramatically fall at your sides.

“What do you mean by help? Like ‘kill my family and help me dispose of the bodies’ help or ‘ come make me an excuse to leave’ help” You contemplate his options for a moment before shaking your head.

“Make an excuse for me to leave. Please. Dad is on my ass for getting a ‘C+’ in one of my classes and is comparing me to Peter again. I feel like such a fuck up and honestly, sometimes I think Tony regrets adopting me.” Loki says nothing, he just pulls you into a tight hug.

“Go back downstairs I’ll be down in 15 minutes.” He gently wipes away tears you didn't know had fallen before gently kissing your cheek. You take a deep breath before nodding.

“15 minutes you promise?” He holds out his pinky.

“I know this silly human thing means a lot to you.” You chuckle and wrap your pinky around his before teleporting back downstairs. Tony stands there arms crossed with Pepper who gives you a sympathetic look.

“Y/n what have I told you about teleporting away in the middle of a conversation?” you cross your arms.

“As far as I’m aware the conversation was over.” Tony opens his mouth to argue but Pepper kicks him in the shin.

“Ow!” He takes in a deep breath. “I understand college may be hard but I need you to try harder.”

“Tony!” Pepper yells. “Y/n you are doing great I got a ‘D’ in organic chemistry What Tony is trying to say is-” Before she can finish Loki walks in can grabs your hand.

“I am terribly sorry to interrupt this clearly crucial family meeting but I do need to steal Ms. Stark away it is ever so important.”

“Uh no we need to talk about touters.” Tony protests.

“Touters can wait, Tony, Y/n go enjoy your time with Loki.” Loki nods before grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

Once outside the Stark Tower, you hug Loki.

“Thank you!” The two of you start walking and you start to feel a little anxious. Loki always made you feel this way, well more so butterflies. Every time he touches you, kisses your cheek, or calls you a cute little name that he calls no other woman.

“You know you don't have to hang out with me Loki. You can go back to your room.” He chuckles.

“Oh beautiful girl of course I want to spend my time with you, I have a whole evening planned.” You blush and look at your feet.

Your evening was spent getting food and walking around before Loki takes you to a private little dock where you put your feet in the warm water.

“Tell me, if your fight with your father so ofter why do you come home?” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Because you’re home…If I left and never looked back I would never see you. Plus the avengers need all the help they can get.” You add the last part trying to not get too sentimental. Loki smiles at your words.

“I will always be by your side.” You smile at his words looking up at him. Loki looks down at you between your eyes at lips. You cheeks wear on fire as you both close the distance.

#loki odinson #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki fluff #marvel x reader #tony stark x stark!reader #loki x stark!reader

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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It was a pretty nice day. I feel tired but in a nice way. Like I accomplished stuff and feel good about it.

I slept okay last night. Waking up was hard. But it's all good. James had gone for a ride before I woke up. And when I got up they were here. They made the bed while I got dressed and ordered us bagels for pick up. And very soon we were off.

We drove to Charles village first to get our bagels. And then off to camp. We got there a little before 930. And it was a beautiful day. A little cold but the sun was out and I was feeling good.

We checked in with Elizabeth and she gave me the key for the supply building. And then we were off.

Me and James went to the lodge first and ran through the programs. Then went and got the supplies. James was lovely and carried the heavy stuff. Love them so much.

We set up smaller versions of three of the programs. We also set up the intro. I don't think I could have done this without James. They ran around getting B roll. They talked me through the script. And kept me from repeating myself. It would have been so much worse without them. And really I was just having fun doing this with them. It was such a nice my morning.

It was hard to film and not feel awkward but I did my best and looking back over what we filmed I think I did a good job. I made James lead the cordage part of the program and be in the games portion with me. It was just fun and I love making them a part of something I really care about. And they know so much so that's also really helpful. Both about Native American history and about filming/directing. They are the best.

We worked for about 3 hours and then went to the office to chat with Heather and Alexi. I brought up the full time stuff and they are like yes let's make a time to have a more formal conversation and talk about how much I should be paid. And I don't know when that is but I am glad they understand that's going to be the big deciding factor. Fingers crossed that what I need is in the budget.

We left there and headed to hunt valley. We went to Michaels so I could get the resin I like. And then walked over to the Wegmans to get groceries.

We wandered around there. James gets uncomfy when they don't know the layout of the grocery store but I like a hunt. It was nice to wander around and find the things on our list. Which we have been pretty successful with sticking it. Proud of us.

We headed back to the city next. The sky was getting cloudy. James was tired but still took me to artist and Craftsman so I could get smooth on mold making mix. I was surprised that Michaels didn't have it but I have a gift card for A&C so it was like getting both things for $20. Excellent.

James's energy was a little off. They weren't themselves. But we would get home. And struggle to get our stuff inside. A bunch of it fell out of the car and then my necklace came off and stuff rolled under the car and we were both frustrated. But we got it together and got it inside.

Where there was a birthday gift for me!! It was the MCR Tshirt Tucker got for me. Amazing. I am thrilled.

But then my blood sugar dropped like crazy and I started shaking and seeing black spots and was desperately trying to open the chocolate raisins and peanut butter pretzels I got at the store. And once I ate I felt a lot better but that's as scary.

I hung out on the couch and tried to get myself together. James would heat us up leftover pizza which was good. Better then it was last night. And once I felt okay again I would go start making my mold.

I didnt realize this was a slow setting version of smooth on. Weird. No idea why you would want that but whatever. I had to mix two sets to fill the container but I am excited to be making molds again. I always loved mold making and resin casting. And I'm excited to do it again!!

I left the mold to set. I'll check it tomorrow. And went to hang out on the couch and drew on my tablet. Which is going super well. Having the solid bear base I can just pluck and draw on over and over is perfect for me. I made a little musuem educator with a BMI apron and an oyster and knife. And then I made a basket of strawberries. It feels nice to have some direction with this project. Maybe I can figure out how to make some of them into enamel pins. We will see!

I got a little cold and moved to the bed. And eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up it was sleeting and raining. James was here and said they were going to make bread and spaghetti for dinner. I asked for some of my leftover salad. And then I went to take a bath while they cooked.

It was a nice little bath. And it was so nice to have dinner together. I love my James so much.

After dinner we went to their room to watch the last of us. I worked on my knitting which I am behind on. But I got 5 rows done during the hour show. It was a really good episode. I am glad Jess and James convinced me to sit down and watch it. Sweetp cuddled up with me and it was so cute when he flopped on me. I love my cat so much.

And now we are in bed. I am tired and it is rainy and windy outside. But I am happy. I hope you are all having a good night and are cozy and warm. I have a busy day at the museum tomorrow!! Wish me luck!!

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casspurrjoybell-18 · 7 months ago

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The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 8: Scared

B E N E D I C T - S T A P L E T O N

I groaned as I listened to the girl talk to Adam, who was her mate, as I found out from her constant need to spark a conversation. Adam on the other hand kept quiet, the girl named Aaliyah's hand in his, as we walked down to Ashton's cell. Ever since Aaliyah started screaming about Ashton still being alive, she's been constantly chattering about Ashton and all that he does for her. From how she talks about him, I would assume that he was a nice enough guy but then I remember he's still a fucking rogue.

I couldn't exactly kill Adam and Aaliyah, yet even though I desperately wanted too, since they knew Ashton better than anybody did and Beatrix is sort of forcing me to get to know the flea-bag. So sadly, I've decided to keep Adam and Aaliyah alive for now so I could figure out more about my lying mate, who I found out was named Ashton and not Micheal. Aaliyah didn't seem to care that her life could end at any moment or that she was in enemy territory.

She was talking to Adam and I about how she was excited to make sure Ashton was safe. Adam, as I've said, kept quiet, listening to his annoying, if not beautiful raven-haired mate. Although his mate didn't value her life enough to shut up, Adam has been cautious of me and my territory, since he got here. The two were the only ones who were spared earlier, sadly their Alpha, whose name I learned was Jacob, tried to sneak away from Sam and ended up with a bullet in his back which meant I didn't have the pleasure of killing him myself.

"You lied," I stated as I stood outside of Ashton's cell, successfully cutting off Aaliyah and her ten minute rant.

The thick bars were creating a barrier between us but his smell remained strong. I narrowed my eyes at the boy in front of me who was curled into a ball on the floor, my eyes catching on his blood stained shirt. His head was hidden in his knees as he laid on the floor, his arms wrapped around his legs as he pulled them into his chest.

I looked at the boy in front of me before sighing when I realized the boy was sleeping. I studied his position, my wolf howling for him. I bit the inside of my cheek before pulling a key from my pocket and sticking it into the lock, turning it before letting it swing open. I stood in front of the entrance, unable to move as I watched him sleep.

I soon looked away from the boy when I heard a cough behind me, moving out of the way so Adam and Aaliyah could enter the small cell. Adam didn't seem to care when he saw Ashton, his face still completely emotionless while his mate's was the complete opposite. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she looked at Ashton laying on the floor.

"Ash," she said loud enough so that Ashton could wake up from his slumber.

He sat up quickly, immediately looking over to the three of us. He pressed his back against the wall as he crisscrossed his legs, staring up at Aaliyah. His eyes were wide as he saw Aaliyah and Adam standing beside me. I shut the door soon after leaving the cell, immediately locking it so the three of them, had no way of escaping.

"Did you plan to stay here forever? Lying your ass off at every opportunity just so I wouldn't kill you?" I asked, as I leant against the thick cell bars.

Adam on the other hand was leaning against the clawed wall as his mate started to take small steps towards Ashton. She acted like she couldn't believe what was in front of her, like she couldn't believe he was still alive. I heard a breath escape Aaliyah's lips before she ran the rest of the way towards Ashton, sitting on his lap when she reached him.

I growled at the contact between the two, immediately trying to cover it with a forced cough. Aaliyah's arms were wrapped around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her small waist. I heard small sobs escape Aaliyah's lips as Ashton whispered...

'It's okay, Aaliyah. I'm okay,' over and over again.

Ashton didn't answer me, nor did he show any signs of actually listening to me, he just hugged Aaliyah like his life depended on it. He just remained at the back of the cell, sitting against the back wall with his legs crossed as Aaliyah hugged him tightly while still placed on his lap. The sight of her on his lap made my eyes narrow and my anger rise, my wolf screaming at me to rip the two apart so they wouldn't be touching anymore.

"You lied to me. Why?" I growled making Aaliyah jump up from her spot and hurry to Adam side, hiding in his arms.

To my surprise, he actually responded without me having to demand him to answer me.

"Why would I tell you the truth?" he asked, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. "You would have killed me right away and then gone after my pack."

Steam was practically coming out of my ears as I stared at him, his voice calming me and angering me at the same time. Aaliyah whimpered as she tried to disappear in Adam's arms, the muscular man humming softly to try and calm her. I growled when Ashton smirked at me, trying desperately to hide the fact that he was still in pain.

I could feel my eyes glowing as I unlocked the door once again, pushing it open before slamming it shut, locking the four of us in the tiny space. I stepped towards Ashton, looking down at him as he stood from his spot on the ground with shaky legs.

"Yeah, well I already killed your pack, I scoffed, glaring down at my 'mate'.

"These two fleabags, are just here because I want answers," I replied, as I pointed at the annoying couple.

"Well, I'm sorry but we're not telling you anything," he replied, looking up at me, his eyes staring straight into mine.

I growled as I stepped forward, our chests touching as he glared up at me. I almost jumped back because of the sparks touching him created but my anger was clouding the feelings being his mate created.

"You don't scare me," he spoke, confidently.

"No? It doesn't scare you that I killed those you loved? That I could kill you anytime I want?" I growled.

"No," he replied. "I will never be scared of you."

I grit my teeth as I looked down at him, my anger rising as my wolf yelled at me to touch him. I took a step back before walking towards the cell door, the intoxicating boy scoffing behind me as I unlocked the door.

"Sir, where are you going?" I heard Aaliyah say quietly as I walked out of the cell, locking all three of them together so they can all rot down here as disgusting filthy rogues.

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beezonia · 2 years ago

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So this is a little idea I had for a pl fantasy au (this does link with the miracle mask as the story au)

It’s mainly brenda x Clark cause I’ve been thinking of them as of late so sorry In advance

Anyway here is the basic gist and this will be me rambling again I’m sorry

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So when Clark was younger he once nearly drowned and as the only heir to his kingdom it was extremely tough on his family to go through that with him

Their kingdom sits on the coast and so their is also another kingdom in the sea nearest to them

Luckily a young mermaid saves him from drowning and makes sure to return him to his full health before sending him back up towards land

This is Princess Brenda heir to the throne of the kingdom under the sea who has to persuade her mother to let Clark stay until he’s at full health

And their about 17/18 so their teens and it’s really awkward for them to get to know each other even though they are opposites of each other

Clark falls in love extremely slowly but for Brenda she keeps her distance knowing what could happen if he hurts her (which would break the already fraying bonds between the kingdoms of land and sea)

So when he’s at full strength Brenda takes him to the shore, allowing him to see his parents again

They make a promise, as young kids do and Brenda give Clark a beautiful shell which she says is to call on her should he need help or wants company

Things happen and years pass, Clark is now king and most of his court is expecting him to marry

He has not called on the shell, mainly forgetting about the promise the two made all those years ago

So Clark can talk to animals in this au as well and one day he sees a dolphin just a lone dolphin floating around in the sea

He goes to make conversation with it and it tells him that the queen of the sea is looking to mend the bond between kingdoms

Which then leads Clark to invite the queen to his birthday bash in the next week to make a start

Not realising that the Queen is now Brenda since her mother gave the throne to her due to her old age.

So the next week is full of preparation, Clark talking to the sea creatures asking about the queen and her likes/dislikes so he can impress her and make her feel welcome

And then when the time comes the two rulers reunite

Clark realises that this is the woman who saved him, with shells and pearls alike in her hair with a crown of coral and a trident of pure gold decorated with seaweed as a ribbon

He realises that she is now the queen and he instantly falls in love again. Slowly but surely and he hopes this could help strengthen the bonds.

The conversation goes something like this

C: welcome to my kingdom your majesty, I hope your stay will be comfortable enough.

B: thank you, your very kind. Here take this as an early birthday gift, think of it as a sign of peace between our kingdoms.

She gives him a Pearl bracelet with a sapphire gem in the middle, ironically it’s Clark’s favourite gem.

Brenda has both Changed and stayed the same, still extremely stubborn but much more mellow then before. With a wide smile as she takes in the human wonders, always asking questions but never making anyone uncomfortable.

She is also still more likely to start a fight with him when he pisses her off.

And Brenda realises Clark is still slightly awkward with more confidence and a strong will to protect and provide for the people around him.

The slowly fall in love throughout the celebration, Clark learns about Brenda’s hydrokenisis and she in turn learns about his ability to talk to animals when he ends up speaking to a crab one time.

A few months later they announce their engagement to both of their kingdoms and the next year they get married.

Fast forward another two and along comes Luke their son and heir to the kingdom on land (Brenda has her many sisters as heirs)

That’s the basic gist but there is more

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A few extra bits

So Brenda gets really angry at Clark for not calling on her and breaking their promise

Then Clark does accidentally let it slip that she should have grown up by now and forgotten about it

This leads to some tension between the two rulers throughout the celebrations

Brenda has hydrokenisis and accidentally nearly drowns Clark again when she was practicing and bursts one of her bubbles

Clark also has an extreme connection to nature and the earth which has then amplified his ability to talk to animals

This then gets passed down to Luke

His connection with nature also gives him slight geokenisis but it’s not as prominent as Brenda’s

The trident Brenda uses was a gift from her parents when she turned 18 and she decorated it with seaweed to represent Her love for the land above (technically clark)

Hershel and Claire technically were Clark and Brendas friends when they were younger and are their as rulers of their own kingdoms when c&b got married

Claire is nicknamed mother time in this and hersh is an extremely strong warlock with the nickname the puzzle king (heheheh

Luke ends up inheriting a little bit of brenda’s hydrokenisis and ends up training with her and his numerous aunts

But yeah fantasy au!!

#professor layton #professor layton au #fantasy au #brenda triton #clark triton #luke triton #brenda x clark

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years ago

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You Got What I Need - Brock Boeser

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (f)

Summary: When Brock says something horrible in the midst of an argument, you take off and leave him alone to face the consequences of his actions. Will he be able to win you back, or are you gone forever? Chronicling the aftermath of a fight, featuring big brother Anders Lee.

Word Count: 5.5K

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing my first fic for @antoineroussel’s fic exchange, I had to do it again as a pinch hitter 😜 This was written for @dazeddobson - this may be a little bit (read: a lot) self-indulgent and contrived but hey, it’s our world and these boys are just living in it, right? I tried to cater to multiple of your likes/asks! Hope you enjoy, beautiful!

Warnings: Angst, language, alcohol use, references to sex/adult themes, brief hockey violence, a little bit of toxic masculinity. Also included: some protective Islanders to make you feel nice and soft.

When Elias answered his door, seeing you with red eyes and a duffel bag was the last thing he was expecting. No, scratch that; having you collapse into his arms, choking out a sob, was the last thing he was expecting.

As soon as the initial shock wore off, he was holding you, hushing you quietly as you let your tears out, spluttering out nonsensical words as you tried to explain what happened not even an hour prior.

You and Brock had spent the afternoon at the dog park, bundling up in the cold January air in Vancouver, carting Coolie and Milo for a day to frolic in the snow. When you got home, rosy-cheeked but feeling warmth in your heart, you got a group FaceTime from your sister, Alexis, with your brother, Anders, to inform you of some big news: She was pregnant with a baby girl.

Of course, you and Brock were over the moon for your sister and her husband, knowing that they were both looking to start their family, and you were already excited about the idea of being a cool aunt. Anders promised to outfit her in Islanders gear, to which Brock jokingly said he’d be battling to make her a Canucks fan instead.

After some happy tears and many congratulations, you finally hung up the call. Brock smiled, beaming at you. “I’m really excited for them. I’m gonna be an uncle!”

“That you are, baby,” you smiled.

He grinned, hand moving to poke you in the stomach. “I can’t wait til we start a family and have little Boeser babies of our own.”

You laughed, lighthearted as you said, “We’ve got plenty of time before that, Brock.”

His face fell. “What do you mean ‘plenty of time’?”

The smile on your face faded too, and you realized the serious turn this conversation was about to take, unable to brace yourself. “I just… I’m not ready for kids yet, Brock.”

“Well, yeah, we’re gonna move to Minnesota first, buy a house, settle down. And then we get married, and then the babies come,” he said matter-of-factly.

You hesitated, and Brock noticed. You saw the hurt in his eyes as he watched you search for the right words.

“Yeah, B, eventually,” you said, emphasizing the ‘eventually’. “But not right now.”

“But — I thought we talked about this. We’re ready.”

“No, Brock, you are ready.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked. The frustration in his voice was evident, rising steadily along with yours.

“It’s not that I don’t love you or don’t want to commit to you, I’m just not there quite yet,” you explained.

“Well, it sure sounds like you don’t want to commit to me,” Brock snapped, your words hurting his heart. “How am I supposed to plan a future with someone who won’t even move with me? It’s not like it’s a big deal. You are literally from Minnesota, too.”

“Because it’s not that simple, Brock! That’s a huge ask — for me to pack up and leave my friends and my job and my entire life here, regardless of who’s waiting for me in Minnesota. Why don’t you understand that?” you tried to explain, pleading with him to step into your shoes.

“I would do it for you,” he said coldly.

You scoffed. “We’ve hardly spent any time in New York since we started dating.”

“We could!”

“No, Brock, we go where your career leads us, when it leads us. Which is fine with me, because you’re doing what you love, and I know what I signed up for by being with you – obviously, I know what it’s like to have a professional athlete in the family. All I’m saying is it’d be nice if we could do some things for me when it’s not all hockey, hockey, hockey,” you said.

“Are you fucking serious?” Brock’s eyes were blazing now. “Do you see this? All of this? I do all of it for you, Y/N!”

“Sure, that’s why we spend so much time in New York,” you retorted, your tone scathing.

Brock scoffed, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks were tinged pink, heated from the argument, as he laughed darkly to himself. “How could I be so stupid thinking you’re the one?”

At his words, you swore you could feel your blood boil. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Brock?”

Brock’s eyes were dark, but not in the way you were used to, in the way that meant he’d have you moaning his name shortly; instead, they were hurt, angry, and betrayed. He looked at you, and you barely noticed the moment of hesitation in his eyes before he spat, “I’m just not sure if you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with anymore.”

He closed his mouth immediately, regretting the words as soon as they tumbled out. Your eyebrows raised, in shock at his words, feeling the deep slash in your heart as they settled in. Staring at him for a moment, you gave him the opportunity to follow up, to say something else to soften the blow, but he didn’t take it, instead glaring back at you angrily, an angry flush in his cheeks.

Turning on your heel, you left him standing in his own silence, moving to the bedroom to pack a bag. Instead of stopping you like you expected, he just watched you walk out the front door, not glancing back once.

The next morning Brock groaned as he stretched himself awake, rolling over to press a kiss to your temple, but was met with the snoozing bodies of Milo and Coolie instead. Blinking, Brock lifted his head to see the rest of the bed was empty, cold from the absence of your body.

It was in that moment that the memory of the day before came flooding back, and he closed his eyes, the regret sinking deeply into his soul as he remembered the things he said. He had taken the evening to cool off, thinking that you two just needed some time apart before you’d come back and talk things through.

His heart hurt at the notion that you still hadn’t come home, and he had to admit he said some nasty things, but what worried him the most was the validity of them. Was there truth behind the statement he made? Did he not want to spend his life with you? You had been right; you two were at such different parts of your life, so it only made sense you were looking for different things. Was it really unfair to ask you to change that?

Brock checked his phone, hoping to see a message or missed call from you, but was met with nothing, other than a text from Elias letting him know you were with him and safe. Sighing, he glanced at the clock, realizing he needed to head to the rink soon for practice; he’d deal with what he was going to say to you later.

After a grueling practice, Brock caught up with Elias to hear what had happened after you left. Understandably, Elias was pissed.

“Dude, I can’t believe you fucking said that to her,” the Swede shook his head angrily as he packed up his bag.

“I know, man, I just…” Brock trailed off, absentmindedly fiddling with the label on his Gatorade bottle.

“Did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?”

“What you said. That you don’t want a future with her,” Elias said, watching him intently.

Brock sighed. “I don’t know, man. I mean, I love her so much, I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything. But she’s right. We’re at different points in our lives, and we both want different things. I’m ready to settle down, start a family.”

“How’s that gonna go when you don’t have someone to settle down with? That takes time, you know, and apparently you’re running out of that.” Elias raised an eyebrow. Fuck, he had a point.

“Well, how am I supposed to feel, knowing that she’s not willing to commit to me?” Brock’s defenses were up, not yet ready to admit that he was wrong.

“Dude, she packed up her entire life and moved with you to Vancouver,” Elias pointed out dryly.

“Well, true, but —”

“All she wants is to spend a little more time closer to home when you have the time. It’s not that much to ask, bro. She’s given you everything.”

Well, shit. Elias was right again. “Fuck, man. I fucked up.”

“Ya sure did, Boes. She’s still at my house. You should swing by and talk to her,” Elias suggested, and Brock agreed, getting into his own car to follow him to his house.

When he pulled in the driveway, your car was gone. He and Elias both took to calling out for you, but to no avail. Figuring you must have gone home, Brock turned around and headed back to the apartment you shared together.

It was when your car wasn’t in that driveway either that he started to worry. Heart rate speeding up, he fumbled with his key and pushed through the door, frantically hoping and desperately wishing that at this point your car had been stolen, because at least it’d be better than the alternative —

Tearing through the house, Brock called for you. Milo padded out, confused as to why his dad was acting so funny, and it was when he looked down at Milo that he realized something was missing.

Coolie.

Brock’s heart sank. It couldn’t be — you couldn’t have —

He flew up the stairs to the bedroom, furiously tugging open the dresser drawers to find them empty. Throwing open the closet door, he found your half empty, the hangers hanging neatly on the rack. Barely a single trace of you left in the home you’d made together, gone like you’d never been there at all.

“Fuck,” Brock cursed. He was sure his heart was about to explode, hardly refusing to believe that it — you — were gone.

In that same instance, Brock realized that he had a phone that could contact you. Hands shaking, he clicked on your contact, his favorite photo of you on the beach from a vacation to Mexico a few years ago. His heart nearly thumped out of his chest as he waited to hear your voice on the line, hardly able to handle the anticipation as he listened to ring after ring after ring. When he heard the automated message, he hung up and chucked his phone on the bed, slamming his fist against the wall.

Eyes closed, Brock rested his head against his hand, trying to regain his breath before he figured out what to do. When he opened them, he realized he had put a hole through the wall. Fuck.

He tried calling once, twice, three more times, before he realized you were probably purposely ignoring him, and he sat on the edge of the bed as the realization sank in that you were actually gone. Suddenly, it was like he could see how much of you was in him, in this house, in the life that you had built together. How could he ever see a future without you?

Brock was distraught, beside himself, without any idea where to turn or where you even went. How was he supposed to get you back? As he contemplated his options, a worse thought entered his brain: What if he couldn’t? How was he supposed to live without you?

A week had gone by, and Brock still had received no word from you, only a single post on your Instagram story of the Empire State building, letting him know that you had gone to New York, presumably to stay with your brother. Since you left, he’d also been having one of his worst stretches of his career, consistently missing chances and giving away pucks, letting his opponent’s rookie deke him in a glaringly obvious move that almost had him benched for the rest of the game. Not only was he hurting at home, but now it was affecting his work, too.

He tried texting, tried calling, even messaging on Instagram, with no response. Not even a ‘read’ notification to prove that you were giving him the cold shoulder (though he knew you were). He wasn’t going to even attempt calling Anders – he wasn’t that stupid – but he did call Alexis, desperately begging her to have you call him. She said she’d pass along his message, but she didn’t think it’d do any good. She was right.

Brock knew he had fucked up, but what hurt the most is that he didn’t even have the opportunity to apologize or explain himself, and now you were in this limbo where he didn’t really know what to call you. Was it over for good? All signs pointed to yes, considering every trace of you was gone from the house, but he couldn’t help but hope — hope that you’d give him the chance to talk it out and at least end it to his face. He just had to figure out how to get to you.

It was a Friday night, and after practice, he was off for the night. He wandered around the house listlessly, with the home feeling empty and cold and nothing like a home without you in it.

He had finally found you, the girl of his dreams, but he just couldn’t get things right. How could he have fucked up so royally, letting his emotions get the best of him in the heat of the moment? With just a few simple words, Brock was sure he’d ruined his life. Kicking at a tuft in the carpet, he went into his dresser drawer, ignoring the empty drawers next to his, and pulled out the ring box that he’d been hiding and saving for the right time.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened the box and looked at the ring, the diamond glinting in the light, imagining how pretty it would look on your finger. He had an entire folder on his phone dedicated to the comments you’d make here and there about other girls’ rings, taking note of what you liked and didn’t like, until he pulled the trigger and bought one that was perfect for you. With a sigh, he carefully returned the ring box to its hiding spot, and moved to break out his guitar, strumming lightly.

He had a whole proposal planned, was going to sweep you off your feet before asking you to make him the happiest man in the world and be his forever. He knew how much your music meant to you, and had made an entire playlist of all your favorite songs to listen to whenever he missed you — needless to say, it had been playing on repeat since you left, only making the ache in his heart swell harder.

Brock’s fingers found their place on the strings, playing the familiar tune he had been practicing for months. He strummed the chords of “10,” envisioning the look on your face when he’d surprise you, playing your favorite song, before getting down on one knee.

As the song played, he could have actually kicked himself. In another world, he’d laugh at the irony of the song — your song — and how it painfully juxtaposed the situation he was in now.

I never had it so easy She taught me how to be She’s a keeper And I ain’t goin’ nowhere

She’s fire, a messiah She ain’t a ten, she’s higher And I don’t wanna waste no time She’s flawless, I’m in awe She ain’t a ten, she’s more My eyes never wander, there’s no need to explore She’s everything that I’ve Been looking for

She’s the one I’ve waited for

Brock swallowed the lump in his throat, bitterness resting on his tongue. He’d never forgive himself if he lost you forever because of a few stupid words — words he didn’t even mean. He looked at his phone one last time, hoping for a text he knew wasn’t there, and then he made up his mind.

He stood up, grabbing his duffel bag that he usually brought on road trips — a gift from you for Christmas one year, embroidered with his initials — and shoved some clothes in, not really paying much attention to what he was packing. He sent a quick text to Elias, giving Milo a scratch behind the ears, and then he was in his car on his way to the airport.

He had to see you, to try one last time.

When you left, you knew you may have been a bit melodramatic, but leaving was the only option that felt right; you didn’t feel comfortable in your own home anymore, not after the words that Brock had cut your heart with. So, you called Anders, who, of course, welcomed you with open arms.

He’d picked you up from the airport, listening with an expressionless face as you told him what happened. Naturally, playing the role of your protective older brother, he offered to murder Brock and hide the body, and you laughed as you declined, citing that it might make his job a little difficult to do in prison. Really, you weren’t sure what was next, only that you needed some time to think and to let your heart heal from Brock’s words.

In the same vein, Anders and his teammates were excited to have you in town, surrounding you with love and laughter from the minute you set foot on the Island. Though it didn’t fill the gap in your heart, the warmth was a soothing comfort that you desperately needed.

When Mat asked you to hang out, you accepted instantly. Did you know he had a crush on you? Yeah. And was there a mutual attraction there? Maybe. But he knew, and you knew, that even if you were spending time with him, maybe even flirting with him a little, that that was all it could be for now, both because of Anders and Brock. You weren’t sure what your relationship status was, but you didn’t think you were single — at least, not yet. Still, it was nice to feel wanted and appreciated, and it didn’t hurt that Mat was sweet and kind and caring. And maybe it felt a little bit satisfying to know that someone was interested in a future with you, even if you really only wanted a future with one person.

Brock’s nerves were out of control as he drove to Anders’ home, getting halfway there before he realized that hadn’t looked in a mirror all day and had no idea what he even looked like, so he made a pit stop at the nearest supermarket to freshen up.

As he was leaving the restroom, he fell upon a familiar face: Noah Dobson. Noah greeted him with a quick hug and a short smile, and in that moment Brock knew that he knew.

“Hey, man, it’s good to see you. What’re you doing here?” Noah asked, though Brock also suspected that he knew the answer to that, too.

“I just… I have to see Y/N,” Brock explained. “Do you… do you know where she is?”

Noah shifted on his feet, casting his eyes down. “Yeah, I think she’s… out tonight.”

“Out? Out where?”

Noah hesitated, and Brock nodded silently to let him know he was ready to hear whatever he was going to say next. “She’s out with Mat. I’m sorry, man.”

“Mat? Mat Barzal?”

“Yeah. She’s been spending a lot of time with him since… since she got here. She doesn’t seem good though, dude. Whatever happened between you two fucked her up.”

Brock cursed, running a hand over his face in frustration. It broke his heart to hear that you, too, were hurting, maybe just as bad as him, though he couldn’t decide what was worse: you being in pain, or you being over it already.

“Yeah, man, I know, I fucked up big time.”

“Yeah…” Noah trailed off awkwardly. “Well, good luck, dude.”

With a nod of thanks, Brock walked back out to his rental car. He could drive to Anders’, waiting awkwardly with your menacing big brother who probably wouldn’t hesitate to murder him, or he could wait it out. It wasn’t a difficult decision to make.

Brock drove around aimlessly, not sure where he was going. Part of him hoped he’d run into you and Mat, and the other part of him never wanted to see his face with yours ever. What were you even doing with Mat anyways? What did Noah mean by “spending time together”? Were you two fucking? Was it more — already? Would it be cheating if it was? Fuck, he just had to get to you.

Eventually, he decided to get out and walk around as a way to help relieve some of the pent up energy and kill some time before he thought you might be home. He wandered the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of Long Island.

Then, he heard your voice. Your laugh, actually. A rush of excitement flooded through him, oddly mixed with a deep fear that resided low in his gut. He looked up right as you were walking out of the restaurant, laughing at something Mat had said. He was laughing, too, and Brock’s blood started to boil when he noticed Mat’s hand resting on your lower back.

It also happened at that same moment that the coffee he had grabbed slipped out of his hand, spilling all over the sidewalk, and of course, attracting the attention of you and your date.

“B-Brock?” you called, as he hastily attempted to clean up the mess he had made, trying to act nonchalant.

He stood up, clearing his throat, attempting to act casual even though he knew how fucking crazy he looked flying all the way here to see you, unnanounced. “Hi. You, um, you look really nice.”

Brock could see the hesitation in your eyes, clearly having an inner battle with yourself about what to do next. You folded your arms, not wanting to accept his compliment. “What are you doing here?”

He sighed, the entire speech he had prepared flying out the window as his heart softened seeing you in front of him. “I had to come see you, baby. I need you to know I’m so sorry for what I said. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to hate me, but please just hear me out.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s left to say? You made your feelings pretty clear, Brock.”

“No, baby, please —“

“I’m sorry you came all this way, but I think you should leave.”

“Y/N, please, I love you,” he begged, desperately searching for the words that would convey how he felt. “Please. I can’t do this without you.”

“Brock,” you said, your tone final, though he could’ve sworn he heard a waver in your voice. “Please leave. Go home.”

With that, you turned on your heel, walking the other direction with Mat. Brock stood, dumbfounded, numb, frozen to his spot, as he watched you walk away from him forever.

Brock took a breath to calm his nerves — it was more than just the usual pregame jitters; this time, he knew you’d be in the stands watching him. Or, watching Mat. Or maybe both? He didn’t know.

Once he had left New York, at your request, he was completely distraught. He returned to Vancouver hopeless, depressed, and a complete shell of himself, certain he had lost you forever. Elias came to check up on him the next day, discovering him asleep on the bathroom floor at 2pm, surrounded by empty bottles of Tanqueray.

Elias had heaved Brock up, forcing him into the shower and getting him some food and a Gatorade to replenish his system. He winced upon hearing Brock retching in the shower, and knew in that moment this was so much worse than he feared.

“Come on, buddy, I got you,” Elias grunted, helping Brock out of the shower, into some sweatpants, and onto the couch. “What happened, man?”

Brock recanted the whole horrible story, feeling his heart shattering all over again as he replayed the image of you turning away from him. He was sure he’d be haunted by that vision for the rest of his life, never able to forgive himself.

“We’re gonna get through this, okay, brother?”

As Brock skated out onto the ice, he felt the familiar adrenaline rush through him, though this time for a different reason than normal. He swore he could feel your eyes on him, and as he skated through warmups, his eyes darted around to find the familiar warmth of yours. It wasn’t until he was about to skate off to head back into the locker room that he finally spotted you, eyes gazing at him. He offered a soft smile, which you returned.

After the incident, Elias had helped Brock to get back on his feet, bringing him to practice and, between him and several other guys, checking up on him regularly. What Brock didn’t know, though, was that Elias had (somehow) recruited Anders, and the two were working overtime trying to convince you to talk to Brock when the Canucks visited New York two weeks later.

Somehow, by some miracle, it worked, though Elias never knew that it was actually Mat who talked you into seeing Brock. You begrudgingly agreed to talk, less because you were ready to see him, and more because you knew that you owed it to him to hear him out. The arrangement was that you’d meet with him after the game was over, because you didn’t want to distract him from playing with his full focus. Joke was on you, though, because he could do nothing but play out every possible scenario in his head, completely distracting him from the game itself.

Still, the game was underway, and Brock was able to get himself out of his head enough to focus each shift, sort of. Right from the get go, it was a chippy game — or at least, it was for Brock. It seemed every Islander on the ice had it out for him, checking him and slamming him into the boards whenever they had the chance. He couldn’t help but notice that he was being attacked more than anyone else, and he had to admit, he admired their tenacity.

At the start of the second period, the Canucks were up by one, until the Isles scored to tie up the game, equalized by none other than Mat fucking Barzal. Brock grimaced watching the celebration, his eyes immediately darting to you, his heart sinking as he watched you cheering with elation.

You continued to watch the game, torn between watching Mat, and the rest of your Isles, and Brock. As the Canucks entered the Isles’ zone, you watched Elias set up a play, winding up to take a shot, when all of a sudden your eyes were directed to a commotion on the opposite side of the goal. Gloves were flying, and there was a tangle of blue and green as you realized what was happening; Tito – Tito! – had dropped his gloves in favor of landing a solid punch to Brock’s face, delivering a beat down, keeping the advantage from the get go. The two men wrestled their way to the ground, punches flying.

Eventually, the two were broken up, and the adoration in your heart you felt for Tito was quickly shrouded by fear and worry as you watched the trainers run over to Brock, blood dripping freely onto the ice. He was escorted off, leaving for the rest of the game — which, at that point only had 5 minutes left anyways.

Somehow, someway, the Isles ended up winning the game, 3-2, but you could hardly be bothered as you raced down to the locker room, flashing your visitor’s badge from Anders. You waited impatiently, anxious, for the guys to wrap up their post-game scrum before you were allowed in, seeing Brock with a butterfly bandage on his cheek and a tissue sticking out of his nose to stop the bleeding.

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the sight, relieved that he was awake and seemed to be doing fine, and then he caught sight of you, his heart leaping through his chest.

“Hi,” you offered shyly.

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep his voice normal.

“How’re you doing?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m good, Beau got me pretty good but I’ll survive,” Brock responded, smiling a little and wincing slightly at the movement. “Have to say, those guys sure love you. Was a little nervous your brother was going to take off his skate and slit my throat.”

With a dry chuckle, you hummed, your heart fluttering at their display of loyalty throughout the game. You made a mental note to thank Tito, the unlikeliest of fighters.

“How are you?” his question pulled you out of your musings, and when you looked at him he was glancing at you anxiously.

You weren’t sure your voice would speak at this point, but you tried anyway, croaking out a quiet, “I’m good.”

He cleared his throat, attempting to swallow his nerves as the room cleared out. “You want to talk?”

You nodded. “I think I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for shutting you out like that when you came here to talk; I was just surprised to see you and didn’t know how to react. I know me leaving like that was… maybe a little dramatic. I just needed some time… time to think.”

“Oh, no,” Brock shook his head. “I shouldn’t have surprised you unannounced like that in the first place. It’s my fault.”

You bit your lip, falling silent, not sure what else to say.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, for everything. I said some really stupid shit that I didn’t mean, and I know that doesn’t change the fact that I said it, but I just need you to know that I love you more than anything in this world, and this time away from you has only made me positive that you’re the one I want to spend my life with,” Brock said, all in one breath. “I’d wait fifteen years for you if that’s what you needed.”

You looked up at him, suddenly shy at his outpouring of emotion. It was redeeming and wonderful and sweet, all at once.

He took another breath, saying slowly, “But I understand that I fucked it up, and I’ll spend the rest of my life waiting for you.”

“Brock,” you spoke finally, your voice small. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his eyes cast down as he gestured behind you. “You’ve found the one. You should go be with him. I’m happy for you, Y/N. I really am. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, was for you to be happy, even if it wasn’t by me.”

“Mat? Brock, he’s not the one,” you said, resisting the urge to giggle at his dramatic speech.

“He- he’s not?”

“No, Brock, he never was. We’re just friends,” you explained. .”Do you really think my brother would let me date Mat Barzal?”

Brock shrugged, realizing that maybe he’d made a few assumptions along the way. Then, taking a deep breath, you added, “It’s always been you.”

The silence hung in the air for what felt like an eternity as Brock stared at you. Were you really saying what he thought you were saying?

“Brock, what you said really hurt me, because you’re the only person I want a future with, so hearing that you didn’t want that was… tough,” you continued. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still love you.”

“Oh, baby, I love you too,” Brock sighed, relief flooding through him at hearing those words from your lips. He stood up quickly to pull you into his arms, wrapping themselves tightly around you. As you returned his embrace, you could feel him shaking slightly, and you realized he was crying.

“B, why are you —”

“I just love you so fucking much, baby.”

“You are an idiot, but I love you for it,” you grinned, and the next thing you knew, he was kissing you like he’d never kissed you before. His lips pressed firmly against yours, like he was trying to pour every emotion he had for you into the kiss, holding you close to him.

Brock’s hands slid from their place on your back, one trailing up to cup your face, the other taking hold of your hip, as he softly ran his tongue along your lip before slipping it into your mouth. You sighed against him, the mood instantly changed.

“Back to the hotel?” you asked against his lips, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I’m allowed to fuck you in the visitor’s locker room.”

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Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

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Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

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You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

---

Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

---

“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

---

You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

---

The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

---

You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

---

You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

---

Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you’re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

---

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

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The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

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Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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Ch 17 was so, so, so good (thank you!!) 🥺 i am still processing. ((Edit: this turned into an essay so i Am Very Sorry in advance, there is a tldr at the end though))

First of all. We get to see Din going through it the same way sweet girl was a couple chapters ago and I love it! She’s been so clear from the start that she doesn’t want to run away from him and now Din’s getting to the point where he doesn’t want to chase her anymore because he just wants her to be physically there with him again. The second night of comms while she’s camped out at the orphanage?? “I thought this was going to be alright, but I hate it.” ??????????? i am a Puddle of Emotions no one look at me 😭

And then the way he’s so unsure about whether she hasnt begun to reconsider wanting to keep up with his bounty-hunter life now that she’s finally gotten a break if being forced to outrun a mandalorian can be really even be called a break for the first time in a year?? And he can SEE all the places she’s stopped to talk to people on this planet (his comment about the number of times the blond guy turned around to talk to her in the line? 🥺.) Din knows she’s enjoying these small encounters with people, getting to interact with a new planet and learn new things as she’s making her way through each place, and since they’re only talking at night he gets to think about it literally all day long as he follows her trail and tries to figure out what her plan is. This is truly an exercise in Din thinking nonstop about sweet girl (which ofc he does already, but like, thinking critically about what she thinks/wants/does/needs and why) and I feel like that’s causing him to slowly start to second guess himself in terms of where he would put himself on sweet girl’s list of priorities. And I wonder how much of this he’s actually considering for the first time? because it’s always him who leaves and comes back when he gets jobs — this is the first time that sweet girl has left him instead of the other way around. Sweet girl has had tons of time to think about these things, whereas Din hasn’t really had to... because it’s not the one who leaves who feels the absence most, it’s the one who’s left behind (even if just temporarily).

I can just picture Din’s increasing doubts as the chase keeps going, whether he’s worth putting up with his lifestyle and whether sweet girl wouldn’t rather have a life like the people he sees in the footprints around hers? because he knows her, knows she likes soft beds and meeting people and fresh fruit and beautiful scenery, which are all things that living on the razor crest can’t always provide except for the last one bc Din Djarin IS beautiful scenery let’s be clear and just. the ANGST. I cannot. ( a n d meanwhile sweet girl is having a breakdown thinking he wants to STOP looking and LEAVE her? As if)

So when she shuts down his tentative doubts about it on the second night she’s at the orphanage and Din starts asking questions about favorite animals and flowers and things?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I lost it. Din is mirroring the love and care he receives from sweet girl (and learning to tap into those emotions as he does) and I am just in awe of both his character development from ch 1 to here and your ability to show that gradual shift in your writing.

Tl;dr thank you very much for this latest chapter! I will continue to be a soft emotional little puddle for the foreseeable future, or at least until I can figure out to scrape myself off the floor and function like a human being who has not just read rough day ch 17 and promptly dissolved as a direct result🌻

okay

okay first of all ma’am/sir/friend, please do not put tl;dr’s on a fucking MASTERFUL DISSECTION LIKE THAT like I genuinely hope people read every word of what you have written because you’re so spot on about everything that I was almost taken aback JEJFJJDJFJF

I would like to say, and I need to do this in list form because you have presented so many beautiful points that I’d like to address them one by one,

1.) Din Djarin is used to being alone. Full stop. Like even with sweet girl helping out with the baby and agreeing to stay on the ship while he goes and grabs quarry, he’s gone for weeks sometimes. He is used to being by himself, to fending for himself, protecting himself, patching himself up, EVERYTHING by himself. He is the most independent self-sufficient driven bounty hunter Karga has on the payroll and he’s reliable, which is why Karga would give him four pucks at a time. Giving anyone else four pucks would mean that if they happened to die during their hunts, then more than one puck would be lost and that’s money down the drain. Din doesn’t die, he always comes back with all four bodies and he’s fucking quick about it. Him telling sweet girl “I thought this was gonna be alright” is apt, because he’s been able to exist without her and do good work while he knows she’s safe on the Crest. In fact, the only time he EVER didn’t do good work is when a) she was attacked on the Crest on Corellia, or b) when he desperately wanted to get back to her as quick as possible and he pushed himself too hard and put himself in danger (aka frozen on Hoth scene). And actually c) when he stole Grogu back from the empire and had Karga and the guild on his ass about it. Those were the only times Din had trouble doing his job. The only times he stopped looking and gave up. “I thought this was going to be alright, but I hate it” means that YES ABSOLUTELY DIN DJARIN DOES NOT LIKE STAYING PUT WHILE SHE LEAVES, even though he’s okay with going out and doing his job when she stays. Even though he’s still hunting, it’s like the roles have been reversed. She’s understanding his side, and he’s understanding her side. It’s been 4 days and he hates it, so imagine weeks or months of that. Not being able to move or chase after her either, just hanging out on the crest with Grogu and waiting to see if she’ll be able to make it back. Which

2.) makes it hurt just a lil more in that wonderful delicious angsty way when he actually asks if she wants this life. On Naboo, he didn’t know where she went or where the kid was—he didn’t know if they were in danger, if she was safe. He said he’d rip the galaxy apart to find her if she ever disappeared like that again. But... she’d be safe on Sanctuary II. This is different, and just like you said, he’s had multiple days where all he did was try to think like her. Get in her head, predict her. Understand her more than he’s ever attempted to do before, in a NECESSARY capacity, like he would a bounty he’s hunting. Din Djarin is used to being alone. He’s used to being silent and that’s how connections are severed before they can even be established. His only practice at empathy was through his job, a job that he is very very good at, but it was never enough to get him to stop looking. He would never be able to empathize enough to ask if the bounty wanted him to stop looking for them. Even with the baby, he turned him in at first and then let the guilt eat him alive before going back to save him. So, if you couple that with his true connection to sweet girl, the natural empathy he has for her and the kid (him immediately following her after he accidentally snapped at her on the Crest and apologizing) and Din is now TRULY beginning to understand her on a level he’s never experienced with another person

3.) BUT!!! Even though he “needed to ask” (meaning he understood enough to know that asking the question was necessary) he started out the entire conversation by admitting he doesn’t think he could do it. Before ever telling her what specifically he doesn’t think he could do, he already knows this about himself and says it flat out. I don’t think I could. Even if you asked me to, even if you said you’d be happier if I did, even if you told me right now that it’s what you wanted, I don’t think I could ever stop looking. And a lot of the turmoil he experiences is because of that. I make you sleep on the floor. I teach you to fight when you just want to look at waterfalls. I do all these things that you’d never willingly do yourself, and I’m a bad person BECAUSE I still want you to always be here with me in spite of all that.

4.) Meanwhile sweet girl just has no fucking clue all this is happening and it seems to come out of nowhere, all she knows is that he’s been in the city when he should’ve caught up to her days ago. She’s out experiencing things and meeting new people and yet she always comes back to Din and the baby and how much they should be here with her. She tries to come up with clever ways to outthink him but she also offers to give her coordinates to him practically every single night. Her wanting to be with him so bad but trying to hold out (“ask me again tomorrow”) while Din is also wanting to be with her so bad and also trying to hold out (“find her again tomorrow”) 🥺

So yeah basically in conclusion I love them together and they’re so different but they make each other somehow both stronger and softer in so many ways and yeah u mighta heard of DD/LG u kinky fucks but lemme present to u DD/SG

#ask #anon #I am so sorry I rambled so long jshdjdjdjddh #rough day spoilers

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You work at the preschool next to Casie’s middle school. One day, you catch Colson’s eyes while working, and lucky for him you happen to know his daughter.

Request: “Hi!! Let me start out by saying that you are so so so talented!! I was wondering if you’d write something about colson falling for a preschool teacher? like he just sees her one day while he’s picking up casey from the middle school and he’s all soft seeing her interact with the kids and he makes up excuses to keep coming to see you!?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing (maybe?)

A/N: I did that thing where I write too much… again.

Word Count: 2394

Colson tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming softly to the beat of the music coming from his radio. He pulled into the school parking lot, the line already a million cars long it seemed. But he promised Casie he would pick her up whenever he wasn’t working so she didn’t have to take the bus. If that meant spending thirty minutes in a line of slow-moving cars, so be it.

As he was jamming, he glanced out the passenger window, finding a smaller building with a chain link fence outside, surrounding a child’s playground. The door happened to swing open while he was looking, and from there time seemed to move in slow motion.

Out of the door came a dozen or so toddlers, waddling their way outside, surrounding the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The sun bounced off of your skin perfectly, making everything around you seem so much brighter.

Your skirt flowed with the slight breeze, making the scene more picturesque. He watched as you reached down, picking up one of the toddlers and holding him in your arms. The small boy seemed to be crying, over what Colson couldn’t tell.

You seemed to be speaking to the boy, bouncing him up and down in your arms to comfort him. Meanwhile, a little girl with pigtails made her way over to you. You spoke to her brightly, reaching the arm that wasn’t holding the boy to hold her hand.

Colson’s eyes followed you as you let her drag you over to the playground. You supported her as she climbed the small rock-climbing wall and reach the landing for the slide. You then smiled as she made her way down the slide, telling her good job when she made it to the bottom.

You then turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, making silly faces at him until he laughed.

All it took was those few moments for Colson to get hooked. If there was one thing he found attractive above all else, it was women who loved children. He refused to date anyone who wasn’t supportive of his relationship with Casie, so you were already ahead of everyone on his list. It also helped that you were breathtakingly beautiful.

Colson just got good vibes from you. From his brief observation of you, he could tell you were compassionate and kind, but also childlike and fun, much like himself.

The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts as the car in front of him started moving, signaling the line was moving.

The next day, Colson had a plan. Instead of driving into the school parking lot, he pulled into the pre-school. He checked himself out in the mirror, praying he would see you working. He stepped out of the car, putting on his best confused dad face, and walked into the building.

And by some miracle, you happened to be speaking with the woman at the front desk.

You were even prettier up close, eyes meeting his and stopping him dead in his tracks. You smiled kindly, voice ringing out, “can I help you, sir.”

He returned your smile, “I was looking for the middle school but I have a feeling I ended up in the wrong place.”

You giggled slightly, “just a little. The middle school is just next door.” You pointed to your right. “Are you picking up a sibling?” You asked.

Truthfully, the man had caught your eye the moment he stepped into the door. It was rare you saw someone your own age, and he was exponentially more attractive than most men. What would it hurt if you got to know him a little bit?

“My daughter, actually.” He spoke, fiddling with the key in his hand. You tilted your head, his face seeming vaguely familiar.

You hesitated before speaking, “who’s your daughter? I substitute over there sometimes and you look vaguely familiar.”

He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t blown his cover. “Casie Baker.” But surely, he’d have remembered you if he’d met you.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Casie? She’s my absolute favorite!” You grinned at the man, realizing immediately that their similar features made him feel familiar. “She’s awesome.”

Colson smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle, “thank you. Yeah, she’s great.”

“She tells me about you. Whenever I sub in her classes, she talks about how cool you are.”

Colson blushed lightly, rubbing his neck. “I’m Colson.” He reached out an arm to shake your hand, mentally kicking himself as soon as he did it.

You found it endearing, shaking his hand “Y/N.”

A few days passed and Colson still couldn’t get over how soft your hands were, or how your touch sent electricity running through his body.

He felt ridiculous, leaving rehearsals and recording sessions to pick Casie up with the hope that he gets a glimpse of you.

After a few days of nothing, he almost loses that hope. Until he happens to arrive at the school a little bit early, windows rolled down to let the cool air in. He hears the sudden sound of children laughing, pulling his attention to the playground next door.

And there you are, in all your beautiful glory. Guiding the kids out, helping them into swings and onto the stairs.

Colson must’ve pleased some God because you looked over your shoulder and found him. Of all the cars in the line, you found his, eyes locking immediately. You smiled softly, reaching a hand over to him and waving. He waved back, trying to keep his cool. But really, he was freaking out.

He thought about saying something, or mouthing something, rather, as you were too far away to hear him, but he was stopped by the beautiful brown hair of his favorite girl in the world. Casie plopped herself down on the seat next to him, her backpack falling to the floor with a frown on her face.

She looked up to her dad, about to complain about her day when she saw his preoccupation. She followed his eyes, finding you in the playground. Immediately her mood was lifted, and she turned back to her dad with a grin on her face.

“Daaad?” She questioned, her voice lifting at the end of her question. The blond man looked down to her a soft smile in his face.

“Hey Case, how was school?”

“You think she’s pretty, right?” Casie ignored his question.

Colson scoffed, rolling his eyes, and shifting his car into gear. “She’s… pretty. I guess.” He mumbled, pressing lightly on the gas.

Casie continued smiling up at him, “that’s Ms. Y/N. She’s the coolest.”

“Put your seatbelt on.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I know, I met her the other day.”

Casie’s eyes lit up at the thought of her two favorite adults meeting. “Really? How? Did you like her?”

Colson chuckled at his daughter, “I went into the pre-school parking lot by accident and she showed me how to get here.” He blushed, knowing Casie would easily spot his lie.

And that she did, “I’ve been going here for almost two years, how did you accidentally go into the wrong parking lot? You pick me up all the time.”

Colson coughed nervously, “so, how was school?” He tried to change the subject.

Casie gasped, “did you go to the preschool just to see her? You like her!”

“I just met her Casie.”

“You like Ms. Y/N!” she sang, dancing in her seat.

“How was school, loser?” He asked, laughing at her.

She ignored him, again. “Does she know you’re my dad? Did she say anything about me?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself at her excitement. “Yes, she does, and yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” Casie practically yelled.

“She said you were the worst student she’s ever substituted for.” He smirked, flinching lightly as Casie slapped his arm.

“She did not say that!” The girl pouted, “Ms. Y/N is my favorite teacher in the whole world.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her affection for you. “She’s not even technically your teacher. But she did say that you were her favorite student.”

Her eyes twinkled, “really?”

Colson nodded, “she also told me that you talk about me in class.” He looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow, “any reason why?”

Casie sunk into her seat, a guilty expression on her face. “No.” Colson looked back to the road, but his eyebrow was still raised, “Okay, fine. I just think it’d be really cool if my favorite dad and my favorite teacher were… friends.”

Colson laughed, “I am your only dad, first of all, and second… don’t be weird.”

“But you said you liked her!” Casie pointed out, making the man’s ears turn red.

“I said she was pretty, that’s not the same thing.”

Casie sang again, “whatever you say.”

He rolled his eyes again, letting out a sigh and dropping the conversation, knowing he would lose. “Are you gonna tell me how school was or not?”

Casie sighed, hitting her back against the seat, “Mr. Clemmons was being mean today again. He said he’s not gonna curve our test even though only 2 people got an A on it.” She crossed her arms and huffed.

Colson pouted, bringing a hand to rub her shoulder, “what’d you get on it?”

She mumbled out, “a B.”

His eyes went wide, “dude, what? That’s awesome, that’s above average. You should be proud of that!” He always tried to encourage Casie, knowing the insane amount of pressure people put on their kids nowadays and not wanting her to feel that.

Casie shrugged, “yeah but my guidance counselor says if I want to get into a magnet program in high school, I have to get all A’s. And I have to get in a magnet program high school to get into a good college.”

His eyes went wide as he pulled into his driveway, “woah, woah, woah. You’re 11 years old! You don’t need to worry about that stuff and whoever is telling you that is wrong. Getting a B or even a C isn’t gonna stop you from getting into whatever program you want, I promise.”

Casie sighed, opening the door, and sliding out. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Can we go back to talking about how you like Ms. Y/N?” She asked, her shoulders slumped.

Colson rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and following her inside. “I don’t like Ms. Y/N.” He groaned.

“Whatever, but next time she substitutes my class, I’m texting you and you’re gonna bring me lunch and talk to her.” Casie said, going to her room and throwing her backpack onto her bed.

A week and a half later, Colson was sitting in his car in the school parking lot, staring at himself through his rearview mirror. He looked at the bag of chick-fil-a in the passenger side seat and sighed. His phone buzzed, a text from Casie coming through.

Lunch is starting, where are you???

He chuckled and texted back.

Going to the office now, calm down

He grabbed the bags and drinks, opening his door and stepping out. He made his way through the office, getting his visitor’s badge, and moving towards the cafeteria. He opened the door, searching through the sea of children for his daughter, only to find your eyes instead.

You smiled brightly, head tilting as if to ask why he’s here. He returned the smile, holding up the bags to answer your question. Casie appeared next to you, waving her hand. Colson made his way through the pre-teens, trying not to crush any of them.

Casie and you giggled at his struggle, joking with each other. Eventually he reached you two, setting the food on the table that Casie had reserved just for you three. The girl took her place across from him, motioning you to sit down next to him. You laughed but followed her directions.

Colson took the food out of the bag, passing Casie her sandwich and fries and pulling his food out of the bag. He turned to you, a smile on his face. “Woah, they must’ve given me an extra sandwich.” He held it out for you to take.

You obliged, giggling lightly. “How strange.” You commented, your smile never leaving.

“Oh, right. Ms. Y/N, this is my dad, Colson. Dad, this is Ms. Y/N, the best substitute ever.” Casie said, pointing between the two.

Colson chuckled, “yes, Casie. We’ve met.” He looked over to you, hiding his laugh behind his sandwich.

“Yep. Someone got lost and found me at the preschool.” You said, your voice exaggerating. Shit, Colson thought, you were onto him. “Speaking of, Casie. I know you’ve been talking about needing volunteer hours. If you want you can come by after school some days and help me with the aftercare program? I can take you home afterwards if your dad can’t pick you up.”

Casie smiled brightly, nodding her head. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Colson watched the interaction, fondness in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure before, he was now. He was falling hard.

You turned to him, kindness in your eyes, “if it’s okay with your dad.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind having her around. I’m cool with it.” He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks as you continued to look at him, taking in his features.

Casie squealed, “thank you!”

You simply smiled and shrugged, “it’s not a big deal. I get some extra help and I get to spend some more time with my favorite 11-year-old. Maybe her dad can even stop by and help sometime.”

You turned to the man next to you, who was sure he’d turned very red. He was never this nervous around women, but something about you made him incredibly self-conscious, like he had to impress you.

He mumbled out a quick “huh?” before registering your question. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to come help. I’d be cool with that.” He turned to meet your eyes.

You giggled, holding the eye contact, “I do want you to. I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Casie looked between you two, suddenly regretting what she’d done, “are you two done? I’m trying to eat my sandwich.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker fluff #colson imagine #colson baker x reader

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