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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months ago

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OKAY HELLO UH. SAVANACLAW DREAM UPDATE SPOILERS ?!?!!2!!2!2

THE. WAY BOTH JACK AND RUGGIE ADMIRE LEONA SO MYCH AND FEATURE HIM IN THEIR DREAMS 😭😭😭😭 Jack making Leona basically nOT HAVE DEPRESSION QUFBWKANDK 😭😭 and making him a fair player... Jack my boy... your dream is lovely but you made him do stuff hED NEVER DO 😭😭

AND RUGGIE. THE FACT HE AND LEONA NEVER MET IN THIS DREAM *BUT* THE AMAZING DRESM SCHOOL HE ATTENDS WAS SKGNKENAKjfkenalNIfjeksksn MADE/PROPOSED TO BE MADE (?) BY LEONA 😭😭😭 AND HE SAYS THAT PRINCE LEONA IS MORE POPULAR THAN FALENA AMONGST TYE YOUTH AJFNWKNudnekskalakdknsk tHEY WANT ME DEAD. D E A D.

and then ... ruggie says smth about him choosing the king he'll follow and LATER WHEN REFERRING TO LEONA HE SAYS SMTH TO JACK LIKE. "LET'S GO WAKE UP OUR KING" I'm fuckifnwjzbslakznaklNdkdkals akehueuqjakansksk THEY ADORE HIM SO MUCH. I CAN'T DO THIS.

So this means we'll get a full chapter ONLY for Leona's dream... I don't think we'll see him crying like Jack and Ruggie but GOD IF WE DO SEE THAT I'LL BE FOUND DEAD- i just knowwww that whichever way they go w it (the "he already knows it's a dream theory" or SMTH else), there WILL BE drama and I *WILL* die internally... my Leona plushies will pay the price (they will be hugged very tightly)

[Referencing the book 7 part 11 update!]

Me, coping: Oh, the book 7 Savanaclaw update is split into two parts? That means the first part must be dedicated to Jack and Ruggie and the second part must be Leona only. Surely this means I am free from being sniped in the Jack and Ruggie segment. Me, from the future:

. . .

ME EXPERIENCING THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF ALL AT ONCE

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT 💀💀💀 I was kind of expecting some element of respecting their dorm leader to come up (definitely for Jack's), BUT NOT THIS EXTENT OTL

Of the two, Jack's dream was the more obvious one to feature Leona in a very positive light. His admiration for the guy was clear ever since book 2, in which Jack--someone who regularly sucks at expressing his feelings--confessed MULTIPLE TIMES that it was Leona's passionate magift play on TV that inspired Jack to follow in his footsteps. And that's why he was so disappointed to learn that the guy he admired all along was a scumbag that would play dirty to get ahead. The Leona in Jack's dream might be that version that Jack had in his head... The Leona he yearns for the attention and praise of, the Leona he thought was a virtuous leader who values hard work and good sportsmanship, the kind of person who gives speeches to inspire his team and helps people up by the hand when they fall. Another reading could be that this is the Leona Jack believes is still possible if he works toward it, because this dream seems to be set a YEAR after their loss to Diasomnia. And this is Leona at his best and most dangerous because he's throwing literally everything he has into this training, so he'll probably do the same in combat; Yuu and co. have to develop a whole strategy in advance to isolate Jack because they KNOW they're going to get blasted by dream!Leona if they give any inkling of trying to wake the dreamer up. JACK LITERALLY DREAMED ABOUT LEONA THRIVING, BEING HIS BEST SELF... Jack, the self-proclaimed LONE WOLF, who claims he doesn't like GROUP ACTIVITIES/SPORTS, longs to be part of the pack that LEONA leads... But he won't follow just anyone, Jack has standards AND LEONA APPARENTLY MEETS ALL OF THEM (or, in Jack's eyes, Leona can meet those standards).

THEN WHEN JACK WAKES UP... Hoo, boy... The way he was smiling but then broke down into shouts and sobs... That's literally got to be my favorite kind of emotional distress (part of why I loved Idia's breakdown when he was introducing his newly built little brother to the Styx researchers). You can hear how betrayed he feels in his voice, all the raw emotion that didn't come through as strongly in book 2. ASKHLBLBIASDIVDAI SORRY TO DUNK ON BOOK 2 AGAIN BUT IT'S TRUE. Jack's feelings of betrayal... They were so blunted there, it felt like he was reacting to a minor setback (he seems to easily shrug off being called a traitor by the guy he supposedly admires) rather than genuinely being hurt. I'm glad that the emotional weight that wasn't addressed then is finally getting the spotlight it deserves now.

Then Ruggie's dream???? 😭 That one caught me SO off-guard. The way it opens with Yuu and co. suspecting it's Leona's dream because they arrived in Sunrise City, one of the few industrialized places in Sunset Savanna... The lore review of how it's difficult to get the people to get behind developing the land due to how it would negatively impact the nature they want to live in harmony with (plus the brand-new reveal that these disagreements can become VIOLENT)... and Idia realizing that this, THIS is why Leona actually decided to take an internship at an energy and mining lab back home--because Leona realized he cannot change the country on his own, no matter how often he butts heads with his brother. He needs even more knowledge and a team to work with him. An NPC donut vendor lady randomly drops it on us that it's thanks the PRINCE LEONA that Ivorycliff Academy was able to be established. Not only that, but turns out Leona has graduated already and has spent his time after NRC building schools and establishing magift teams for Sunset Savanna (the latter being something Leona expressed interest in, as having a national sport and/or famous sporting teams can enhance his country's soft power). AND HE'S MORE POPULAR AMONG THE YOUTH THAN FALENA IS???????? MR. LEONA I-HATE-DEALING-WITH-KIDS KINGSCHOLAR IS POPULAR WITH... THE KIDS????? ? ?? ?? ?? ? ?? ?????? ?? ? 💀 The guy who claims to only help the underclassmen because they'd otherwise be an inconvenience to him... is admired by the same underclassmen... and now that has translated over to Ruggie's dream as the youth of Sunset Savanna loving him... OTL YOU'RE KIDDING ME RIGHT/????? ? ??? ? ??v????? ? ? ????

The most bewildering detail to me about Ruggie's dream is that he and Leona haven't met at all; Ruggie acts pretty clueless when asked about it and Leona graduated from a completely different school than him (NRC). There's no way they could have met, yet the dream still deemed that Leona was an important enough aspect of Ruggie's life that he was incorporated into it... and, unlike in real life, Leona now has the influence to make these systematic changes not just for bettering Ruggie's life, but the lives of everyone in Sunset Savanna...

UUUURURUGUUGHHGHHHHHHHGHGHHHHHHH H H HH H H HHHHHHH H H H HH H H AND THEN WWHEN RUGGIE FINALLY WAKES UP AND AND ANADNANDANDANASHADSNADSNADSNAN NDDDSDD SD SM ADSB,M ADSDBSM DDD HE CALLS HE WON'T FOLLOW A "FAKE KING", HE WANTS TO CHOSOE THE KING HE FOLLOWS 😭😭😭 RUGGIE TELLS JACK THEY SHOULD GO AND WAKE UP "OUR KING"... Ruggie, who constantly complains about how easy rich people have it and how hard Leona makes him work for his coin, is standing right here and HE'S CHOOSING LEONA.

This is all so crazy to think about because back in book 6 (citing the moment that broke me Yet Again, lmao) Leona implied that while he has hope in others (like Jamil), HE DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME HOPE FOR HIMSELF. But there's literally his whole dorm who trust him to lead them and their futures as professional athletes 😭 Jack who believes Leona is capable of being that shining, ideal senpai he dreamed of... Ruggie who believes Leona can and will change not only his life for the better, but also the lives of marginalized beastmen like hyenas, the younger generation, and heck, why not their whole country too... OTL

THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE OUTDCOME FOR ME... . . . . ....... . .. . . . .. . / / / / / . . . .. . .. ... . . . ... . . YOU JAVE JACK'S DREAM SUPPLYING THE RELIABLE BIG BRO/ONII-SAN LEONA... THEN RUGIGE'S DREAM SUPPYL inG THE SMAR TDETERMINED PRINCE LEONA ... AND THEN NEXT UPDAT.E.XBBCXL V.CV . . . . . . . . ...... .. .. . . . . OTL ASCTUAL LEOPJNA DFGFAYVAFIVAVIYAIAGIGEIYGEPEIQAGfhgpaebpyrwqeg,hpgqeugqm[gqepg./l.,pjm9hmh4 gephmhurwhbaudavmudfsgnyofegnyoifui

GOD IF EW SEE THAT BITCH CRYi NG gkj eabihlaegbiaegibyegoqetpr13569 87q3tbkhl3o tyb6fOfonfOTFsugfaiugfanyoigFGION qit' S LEOVER FOR MEAMBFFVHAJVFFVEUGFO EOFAENYFEOFHdhmFSLJGADFsmf aLALLL OF HIS PENT IUP FRUSTRATIONS JUST SPILLING OIUT;V .F,DSBFAHLFLFFNODGOVSMHFAV UEGOFEAHMAEGDGSKPFSHIM THE RAGE AT MALLEUS DFN BAFVKJAFYGLAFGIDGIDGIODGSOIDN FOR FOTRICNG THIS LIE UPON HIMFDS NFASVAEFBLADFIOBY AGIOQEGONYFWmpdphGAMGobf IT'D BE SO SEXSYFDH HOT IF HE KNEW IT WAS A DREAM ALL ALONG PELEEEEEASE 🙏 I'M ONT MY HANDS NAD NDD KNEEESLSD DFS,SFHBAFLHAFDLI EO FQEYG VADGNOVSHUPVPUFFmhagyo 4wpeq/pll.,wjph9q80th9umpdbsaihoadnFSuov fsogyFSGUOFSu SNOGYAVUO FSA

. Ah-HEM!! 😇 Sorry, I don't know what overcame me... I just blacked out and when I came to I don't remember what I was doing or saying for the past several minutes 💖 Now if you'll excuse me, I am filled with an intense desire to enact violence on the nearest lion-shaped object I can get my hands on--

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Jack Howl #Ruggie Bucchi #Savanaclaw #notes from the writing raven #NOT L*ONA ROT #book 7 chapter 11 part 1 spoilers #jp spoilers #Idia Shroud #book 7 spoilers #book 6 spoilers #book 2 spoilers

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hughiecampbelle · 11 months ago

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The Boys Preference: Dying Of The Supe Virus

Requested: Hi!! I wanted to request a preference for the boys + homelander reaction if R was dying from supe virus... I love your blog, thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️ - anon

A/N: I kinda took it in two directions, either actively dying or already dead. I think some perspectives just worked better that way! I really hope you like it my love! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher pretends it didn't matter to him, but he definitely blames himself. It might've been Sameer who shot you up with the virus, but it was him who put you in charge of him. It was Billy who thought to put a Supe in charge of the only thing in the world that could kill you. When Frenchie breaks the news, Kimiko carrying your body in, he feels like he's going to be sick. He was the one who was dying. It should have been him. He tries to help the team move on, focus, and orders Frenchie to extract the virus from your body, but underneath he's broken. He didn't trust or like a lot of Supes, the majority actually, but you were different. You were close, whether or not he could admit to it. There was nothing he could do to save you. He couldn't turn back time, he couldn't prevent this. He looks like he's moved on, but Butcher feels stuck in the moment, watching your face, waiting for you to laugh and tell him it was just another sick joke.

Hughie laughs. He's hysterical. The ridiculousness of it all, of the situation. You? Dead? You couldn't die. You walked away from a bullet between your eyes with a smile. You made moving on from death look easy. Effortless. He's afraid to touch you, to look at you. He truly believes, for a moment, that that's not you. Your features are bubbled and blistered, but he recognizes your hands. Hughie backs away, stifling a laugh, escaping to the bathroom where he throws up. Annie tries to go after him, but M. M. stops her. He smiles despite himself, crying and laughing, unable to control himself. He already lost his dad. He couldn't lose you, too. Like M.M. he feels like an idiot, selfish even. He never imagined a world where you could be killed. He never thought he'd have to worry about you. Now you weren't just hurt, you were dead. Murdered. He can't accept it. You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did. You didn't deserve to die. Hughie is a mix between denial and hysteria.

Annie is overwhelmed with despair and depression. You've known her since the beginning. You were the first person she ever became close to in NYC. Now you were gone. She throws herself into your funeral arrangements, practically biting the head off anyone who tries to interrupt her or make her take a break. When she's not staying up until the early morning trying to make the memorial perfect, she's sobbing behind closed doors. She tries to keep herself composed as much as possible, but everyone can see the mask slipping. Cracking. Her eyes are permanently black from mascara running. She's not eating or sleeping. When Butcher says to extract the virus from your body, she goes postal. She calls him cruel and heartless and pathetic. She can't help it. Your body is barely cold and he's still thinking about taking down Homelander. It was inhumane.

M.M. is angry. Angry at Frenchie and Kimiko (he knows it isn't fair, but he just can't help it), angry at you, and angry at himself. He got too close to you. You were a Supe, after all. The very thing he vowed to hate. And then you showed up, and he started to care about you despite himself. And now you're gone. He feels like in idiot. He thought you were bulletproof. Literally. He never once had to worry about you or think about what would happen if you passed. It never crossed his mind. He was constantly worrying and fixating on everyone else, but you would always be okay. His OCD gets so much worse in response to his grief. Everything must be done in threes. The burners, the locks, everything must be checked three times. Everyone starts to worry the more out of control his rituals become. His panic attacks, too, get worse. Less manageable. Every time he thinks about you, what happened to you, he feels like his heart will pound out of his chest.

Frenchie is deeply in denial. He was so busy bickering and then making up with Kimiko that he hadn't realized Sameer had broken free. You were the first to jump at the chance to stop him, and that's what got you killed. The needle plunged into your ankle. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't cut off your limb. Your Supe abilities didn't work like that. The blisters bubbled fast, moving up your leg to your torso, your chest. You clawed at your neck, crying out, unable to form words. Frenchie begged and prayed, but it wasn't stopping. He had to break the news about your death. He definitely blames himself. If he had been paying more attention. If he had been the one to react instead of you. Even though he watched you die, he's still in denial. He can't accept it and thinks you'll be back in no time. He gets angry when you don't call or text and is intensely lonely because he's expecting you to reach out. He just can't wrap his head around it and absolutely hates that Annie's planning your funeral. You were fine. Why did you need a funeral for someone who was perfectly fine?

Kimiko blames herself, too. If she'd been the one to get the virus, if she'd been the one injected, they could have stopped it. They could have moved on. Instead, she sat beside you, unblinking, unmoving, stroking your arm. Even as Frenchie extracts the virus from your body, your blood, she doesn't let go of you. M.M. and Annie urge her to sleep and eat (though they're both doing little of that themselves), but she can't move from you. When she does sleep, it's with her head beside you. Everyone knows you only have so much time before your body starts to decompose. They want to give her as much time as she needs, but they're also working against the clock. She definitely reacts like after Kenji was killed, crawling and hiding under tables, unresponsive with her usual kindness. She's cold, cagey, spiky. There's no reaching her when she's like this. They have to let her be. Let her grieve. Eventually she'll find her way back.

Bonus! Homelander thinks everyone's lying. Ashley breaks the news to him, petrified and sweating. Something, a virus or bug or whatever, killed you. Because The Boys still needed your body, they mailed pictures of you to the Vought Tower addressed to Ashley. He looks through them, and though she tells him they're not fake, he orders them to check again. He holds on to one, unable to look away. When they tell him that yes, definitively, they are real, he orders everyone out. He goes to his floor and destroys everything. Everything is a mess. He hasn't cried like this in years, decades even. Uncontrollable sobbing, caressing your picture. You were the only one he ever really cared about. Now you were dead because of those asssholes. He doesn't come up with a strategy or plan. He will search the entire world until he has Butchers head on a platter. Until that whole fucking group is torn limb by limb.

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writtenbyan-aries · 8 months ago

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hey can you do one where johnnie and his girlfriend break up and he comes to reader afterwards crying and they end up fucking? I love you acc btw.

I love you 🖤

Warnings: soft SMUT18+, strong language, talk of breakup, sad beginning, happy ending, kissing, biting, scratching, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, soft filth

Word Count: 2.6k | unedited

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You sat up in your bed with a gasp, looking around in the darkness as you stretch over to turn on your bedside lamp.

You tapped your phone screen, seeing it was two thirty in the morning.

There was a knock again, and you quickly realize that it was coming from someone at your front door.

“What the hell?” You mumble as you kick the blankets off of your body, “Who could possible be knocking on my door at two thirty in the frickin’ morning?”

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walk to your front door. Everything shifted when you looked through the window to see Johnnie standing there alone.

You quickly opened the door, “Johnnie? What’s-“ you stop, immediately noticing his red nose and puffy eyes, “Johnnie.”

“C-can I come in?”

You nod, stepping out of the way. You walked forward to close the door, turning around to face him. You stayed silent, knowing exactly why he was there.

He takes a deep breath, his voice cracking as he speaks, “I-I’m sorry for showing up.. like this.. I know it’s.. I know it’s late.”

You shake your head, walking up to him, “It’s okay, J.”

“We broke up.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach as you hear the sobs slip through his lips.

You extend your arms out, stepping in to pull him into your body. Your arms cradle his head as he sobs into your shoulder, “W-we were fighting.. all night..”

“I’m sorry.” You gently scratch the back of his head, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, “I-I didn’t know where else to go.. and I just.. you always help and I know we’ve been distant and I-“

“Johnnie.” You lean back slightly, “I’m always here. You know that. Do you want to talk about it?”

He nods against your shoulder and you nod, “Okay. Come on.” You wrap your arm around his waist and lead him into your living room, “Do you need anything?”

He shakes his head, wiping his cheeks with his hands, “No, no. I just-“ he scoffs, “We were so good.” He looks up at you, “So good, and then.. she just.. changed? I don’t even know if that’s the right word for it.”

“Start from the beginning, J.” You tilt your head as you bring your legs up onto the couch and face him, “I have off tomorrow, so don’t worry about keeping me up.”

He laughs slightly, “Okay.”

You give him a small smile as he takes a deep breath, “She was fine, like I said. We were good, with everything. And then I said about having you come back to do a video with Jake and I and she got all weird about it.”

“She wasn’t ever weird before?” You furrow your brows, “She knows that you, Jake and I are all friends, right?”

“I thought so.” He clears his throat, brushing hair from his face, “So I asked her what was up, and she kept pushing it off and pushing it off, saying nothing she was fine, and then tonight, as we were just hanging out on the couch, she seen a picture of you on my Instagram and that’s when everything started.”

You nod, a feeling of guilt washing over you, “Oh.”

“She basically came at me saying that I never have her be in any of her videos and that I always jump to have any other girl join us and I told her that that wasn’t the case, she said before that she doesn’t really like doing the videos Jake and I do, and that’s when I said about you because you’re down for literally anything.”

You laugh slightly, “I mean, you’re not wrong.” You quickly speak up, “About me wanting to be in your videos.”

“I know what you meant.” He sniffles, “She just kept.. throwing it in my face that I never asked her and I understand that she just wanted to feel included, even if she said no each time, but did she ever take in to consideration how it made me feel for her to not want to be included?” He shakes his head, “No. I don’t think she did.”

You nod, “I get what you’re saying.”

“So in order for me to just not have any kind of feelings about it, I just didn’t ask her because I already knew the answer.” He points, “And she never said anything, so I just.. is it my fault? Like is all of this, collectively just my wrong doing?”

“No, J. Not at all.” You reach out, gripping his shoulder gently, “She could have said something a long time ago if she wanted to just feel included with the video making process, you know? Like, hey, wanna be in this video? No? Okay then.”

He nods, “I did everything for her. I stopped going to Emo Nites because she didn’t like it, and didn’t like when I went without her. I stopped being in Tara’s videos because she didn’t like it. Fuck, I even stopped talking to you because I knew she didn’t like it and that was hard for me to do because you’re my best friend, y/n.”

He looks over at you, tears in his eyes, “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, “Please stop saying sorry to me. I get it. She was a new girlfriend. You guys really hit it off, you really liked her. In that situation, I really didn’t matter because it wasn’t about how I felt. It was how you felt. You know what I mean? I never really thought she had any issues with anything.”

He nods, “I just..” he shakes his head as he covers his face, mumbling into his hands, “I really.. actually liked her, loved her even.”

You gently run your hand up and down his back, “Let it out, J. I promise no one is going to judge you.” You move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, “I got you.”

You sit in silence, the only sound effecting the room is Johnnie’s occasional sobs, that absolutely shatter your heart.

He clears his throat as he sits up, “I just can’t stop thinking about wh-how she left.” He shakes his head, “Storming around the room, grabbing all of the stuff that she left behind each time..” he laughs, mainly trying to cover up his sobs, “We were only together for a few months, but I really.. thought.. she was the one I was going to be with forever.”

You frown, your voice barely there, “I know, J.”

You run his back slowly, “If there’s.. anything, I can do for you. You just let me know. I’m here to help.”

He turns his head, bringing his hand up to wipe his face, “Actually I-“ he leans in, pressing his lips to yours and at first you kiss back, but then the realization hits you.

You push your hands into his chest, “Johnnie, I-“

“Please.” He begs quietly, “I just need everything to stop for a little bit.”

You swallow, your eyes searching his face before you nod, “Okay.” You let out a shaky breath, “Whatever you need.”

He’s on you in a matter of seconds, your back pressed to the cushions of the couch with his body in between your knees.

His lips move from yours, trailing back your jaw and down your neck. You grip his jacket, pushing it down off of his shoulders, “Why don’t we go to my room?”

He nods, getting off of you. He tosses his jacket onto the couch and follows you to your room. His hands are on your hips as soon as you cross through the door, backing you up to your bed and laying you down.

His lips are on yours once more and your hands slide down to undo his jeans. He sits up, lifting his shirt off his body and you take the opportunity to take off yours.

You lay back, his body hovering over yours as he kisses across your bare chest.

Your breathing was rapid. You weren’t only nervous, but you were scared you were making a mistake, possibly doing something to ruin your friendship.

“Johnnie.” You whisper, your hands pulling his head up, “Well be.. fine.. after this, right?”

“Do you not want-“

“No, no, I do. I do, trust me. I do.” You scrunch up your face, not really wanting to add your feelings into the mix, “Sorry, that-“

Johnnie cuts you off with a kiss, “Just, focus on me and I’ll focus on you.” He cups your cheek as the kiss deepens, and you moan lowly against his lips.

He smirks slightly, pecking your cheek before he slides his hand down slowly to the band of your shorts. You nod, lifting your hips us and he starts to push them down.

You bite your lip, staring up at him before something switches inside of you. You sit up, pressing your lips to his, “Lay down, J.”

He does as he’s told, moving to lay down on your bed.

Your hands move to pull his jeans down his thighs and you shift around as he kicks his shoes and pants off.

You lay a hand on his cock, palming him as you lean down to press your lips to his in a heated kiss, “You deserve the world, J.” You kiss down his neck, nipping his ear gently, “You deserve to be happy.”

He groans as you add pressure to his hand, bucking his hips upward. You press a kiss to his cheek, leaning back down to whisper in his ear, “Like you said, just focus on me.”

You move down, glancing up at him as you pull his boxers down.

Your hand instantly wraps around his cock as it springs free from its hold, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside.

His jaw falls open as your lips wrap around the tip, humming slightly as your tongue works over it. His hand moves to lay on your head as low groans leave his open mouth.

You work down slowly, letting him feel each second of pleasure that rolls over his body.

“Fuck, yes.” He breathes out, “Just like that.”

You bob your head, slowly building up into a slightly faster pace. Your hand twisting around the slick bit that isn’t in your mouth.

His hips buck as he moans louder, his fingers tangling tighter in your hair, “Goddamn.”

You push your head down, moving your hand to take him into your throat. He gasps, his hand holding you there for a few seconds before you sit up.

“That was-“ Johnnie smirks slightly, “you’re so good at that.” He sits up, pulling you to him. Your lips work with his as your legs swings over his body.

You reach down, not breaking the kiss until you sink down onto his cock. You both gasp, his hands fling to your hips as yours wrap around his neck.

He grips tighter, trying to get you to move but you stop him, “Just let me make you feel good.”

You push him to lay down, your hands pressing into his chest as you slowly roll your hips. You lean forward, raising your hips up and slowly pushing them back down.

“Feels so good.” He moans out quietly, “Fuck.”

You nod, “You feel so fucking good, J.”

He pulls you down for a kiss. It’s slow, and hot. You exchange moans, swallowing them with ease.

His hands slide up your back, then back down to grip your ass. His hands stay gripped, moving with the motion of them.

Your head tilts back as your speed picks up, whines leave your lips as you repeatedly slam down onto his cock, “F-fuck, fuck.” You look down at Johnnie, your brows furrowed as you feel the pleasure radiating through your body.

Johnnie’s hand slide against your cheek, his thumb resting against your lips.

With no hesitation, you take his thumb into your mouth and gently bite down, your moans sending vibrations through it.

He gasps as you close your lips and suck, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

You slow your hips down, tilting your head back to let go so you can lean down and kiss him. He wraps his arm around your lower back and rolls you over, his thrusts taking over - nice and slow.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he peppers kisses all over your neck. You moan as your legs wrap around his waist, “So good, J.”

You lay a hand on his cheek as he looks up, “So fucking good.”

You close the space, ensuing in a slow and passionate make out.

Your back lifts off the bed, “I-I’m so close.”

He nods, sliding his hand down to grip your thigh, “Cum for me.” He kisses back your jaw, “You’re making me feel so good, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat as his words send you over the edge, “Oh fuck.” You whine, sliding your hands around to dig them into his back, “Johnnie.”

He groans as he feels you squeeze his cock, “That’s it.” He whispers, “Let go for me.”

You paint lines across his back, moaning louder and louder with each thrust that guides you through, “Yes yesyes!”

Your chest presses against his as your back arches, your lips connecting with his.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy and you unhook your legs from his waist, gasping as he quickly pulls out and spills onto your waist.

You let your head fall back, staring up at the ceiling as you try and control your panting.

“Do you.. have anything in here?” Johnnie gets up and you motion, “Yeah, my towel from my shower should be on the floor right there.”

“Got it.” He grabs it and walks back over, “I’m just gonna..” he chuckles slightly and you smile, “Thank you.”

He nods and tosses it back to the floor before grabbing his shirt. You furrow your brows, “You’re leaving?” You sigh, “I didn’t.. mean to sound like a jealous bitch or anything.”

He laughs, giving you a shrug, “I figured you’d want me to after.. that?”

You shake your head, “If I’ll make you feel better, you can.. spend the night? But only if you want to, o-of course.”

He smirks slightly and grabs his boxers to put them on.

You get up and grab a pair of underwear and your shirt, putting them on before sitting back on the bed. You feel Johnnie move behind you and he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Thank you.”

You smile, turning your head slightly his way, “I meant it when I said anything.” You laugh slightly as you move to lay down, Johnnie following and laying behind you, “I appreciate you, really.”

He lays his arm over your waist, pulling you closer, “I’m sorry that I.. initiated that. I just, I want you to know that that isn’t why I came here.. once we were sitting there it just..”

He trails off and you roll over to face him, “Came over you?”

“Yeah.” He brushes hair from your face, “Maybe it was sign, I don’t know.”

“A sign?” You raise your brows and he nods, “Yeah, a sign that I should have been with you the whole time.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you tons, and as always, I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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ickytreats · 7 months ago

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Coulddd I possibly order another Santa? The last two have been amazing— ok all your work is amazing.

maybe someone who knew they would be on the naughty list… staying up late waiting for coal and demanding an explanation- Santa is full of adrenaline and fed up with Christmas brats, and decides to take a break for himself… and teach the human lesson.

(idk I feel like Santa being so big and powerful is not 100% human so that’s why used that term fjsjfj)

Another order from Santa!

Definitely isn't human! I don't write my Santa to be human. He is magic! He is big in all aspects; he is alluring, kind of like a siren. He gives off the warmest and most comforting aura, but he is Santa; he knows when to get serious, and it's scary when he does. We are lucky he is good because he is powerful; he can easily get what he wants when he wants it. Could play the nice cards all he wants yet do the meanest things and still get away with it. Just like with this, another year dealing with people pouting because they are on the naughty list. You just happen to be the one to catch him on his final straw.

Once you come face-to-face with him, he is pumped and happy to deliver but has delt with enough brats tonight. He'd be towering over you, arms crossed with a blunt face, wondering what you would say—nothing he hasn't heard before. You start to go off on him, saying trying to defend yourself from the naughty list, but he doesn't care. Then you smell that ginger? sweet? You don't know how to describe it, but it shuts you up. You try to keep barking at him, but you can only stutter, looking up at him. He is smirking as if he knows what is happening, grabs your arm, and finally starts saying something. I deal with bratty little ones all night; you'd think you adults would be any better, but no, your just as bad as them. Santa this, Santa that, leaving the same milk and cookies out every year. He drags you closer to the couch.

You try to fight back, but it is quite useless; your struggles are nothing, and something in your body isn't letting you fight properly. You never seem to be grateful for what you get; all I ask is for you to be a good little girl, but no, you have to be naughty. Naughty brats like you should start getting something else other than coal. something that can leave a mark. He sits on the couch and throws you over his lap, pulling your Christmas pants down. Can't even wear panties, as his big hand comes down to your bottom, causing you to squeal and jolt trying to squirm, useless. He could have you still in seconds; just enjoy watching you try. Yeah, maybe this will teach you to try and be on the nice list next year. Spanks your bottom until its nice and red like Rudall's nose.

Your sobbing as he runs his hand around your now sore bottom. Naughty girls like you can handle more and push you off his lap onto the ground. This couldn't be Santa; why was he being such a meanie? You try to stand up, but he pins you down. I'll be a good girl. I'll be on the nice list, I promise. You try to get yourself out of this situation, but you can't help but admit that your tempted to see if he would actually do it. Actually fuck you when Mrs. Claus is waiting for him back home. Your forced to look at the tree with all the pretty presents he placed under it as you feel his big cock trail your cunnie. Oh, you will. I know you will. Santa is going to treat himself to your cute human cunt, and your going to be good and take it.

You can't help but whine, whimper, cry, and hit the coffee table as he bullies himself into you. Humans don't usually take me so well; this was well!? You were basically split on him, but as he put his body around you once again, that smell made you feel so much better. Everything felt so good as he fucked you as he took you over completely. His moans in your ear as he used your cunnie had you cumming on his cock. Yes, his magic was keeping you pliable and feeling good, but he wanted you to be sore when he left. You felt like a little toy he decided to use, but it only made you want more. He wouldn't cum inside you; he'd pull you to your knees that you could barely balance on from being so fucked and cum on your face.

Naughty list people don't get treated nicely and creampied. His cum literally paints you, leaving you a mess and finally laying on the ground so tired and used. I expect you to learn to listen and that next year you'll be my good girl on the nice list. He'd say as he fixed his pants and grabbed his sack. His heavy footsteps leave, and once he is gone, you can't help but groan at the soreness suddenly hitting. Didn't even leave some magic behind to help with that.

Thank you! I have another Santa request that I need to get to; this is about to become 31 days of Santa at this pace xd

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ladyhoneydarlinglove · 12 days ago

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one piece fic | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{REMEMBERED KISS}

(CONTEXT BEFORE READING: so i was going back through WCI while working on this prompt and discovered this particular panel of sanji telling reiju "i thought i could just sacrifice myself and everything else would be fine! what kind of fantasy world was i living in?" and thought 'oh hell yes, i can TOTALLY make this moment that has objectively nothing to do with zoro into a zosan thing about thriller bark' :)c )

It’s funny, Sanji thinks as he trudges back to his room through the pouring rain. Ever since he arrived on Whole Cake Island, every time he thinks he’s finally hit rock bottom, the ground goes out from under him again to swallow him whole. He wonders briefly what could possibly be the next thing that’s going to go catastrophically wrong, and then decides that it doesn’t really matter.

He’s going to die tomorrow. Nothing matters anymore.

His jaw clenches, tears dripping slowly down his cheeks as he grapples with this new reality in which everything he’d tried to do—for his crew, for Zeff, even for himself—has ultimately served no purpose. Sanji really, truly thought that if he just sacrificed himself, if he was the only one suffering, then everything else would be fine. He knows that his life has never been worth much, but he had hoped that it at least had enough value to buy some safety for the people he loves. To realize he can’t even achieve that much…

It sort of feels like Thriller Bark all over again, with Sanji offering himself belly-up upon the altar only for Zoro to say in everything but words that no, that isn’t good enough, you’re not good enough—

What kind of fucking fantasy world are you living in?

Sanji stops, tears welling up hot and heavy as they begin to pour down his face in earnest while a pitiful sob forces its way out of his throat. No, he thinks to himself. That’s not fair to Zoro. Sanji was the only one on Thriller Bark who thought that even if his life didn’t mean much, at least his death could. Who naively believed that if only he could sacrifice himself, then everything else would be fine. It stings something fierce to realize how much he apparently didn’t learn his lesson.

Why the fuck didn’t you let me take your place, asshole! This crew needs you!

Oh what, and they don’t need you?

You could always find another cook, shithead! But a first mate—

Oh, bull fucking shit, twirly-brow! You really think we could just go out there and find another cook capable of even half of what you do on a regular basis? What kind of fucking fantasy world are you living in?

This is nothing like Thriller Bark, and Sanji knows it. Zoro didn’t stop him from offering himself up to Kuma because he thought Sanji wasn’t good enough; he’d stopped him because he thought Sanji’s life was too valuable to simply throw away.

Zoro has…

Zoro has always been good at that. Seeing the inherent value in people that they can’t see themselves and reassuring them of it in his own awkwardly blunt way. Sanji has always admired that about him.

Sanji has always admired a lot of things about Zoro.

He slumps against the nearest wall, uncaring of the rough scrap of stone against his back as he slides down, or the wetness that begins seeping into his pants the moment his bottom hits the ground. Sanji buries his face in his hands and then cries like he hasn’t cried since the day his mother died—with all of his body, heart, and soul.

And in the midst of all that crying, remembers something that happened what feels like an entire lifetime ago.

Sanji.

Thanks for being there when I woke up.

Sanji slides one hand down his face until the tips of his fingers rest against his lips as he recalls the soft, barely there brush of Zoro’s kiss that night in the galley, a mirror of the one he’d left at the corner of the swordsman’s mouth three days prior, when Sanji sat by his beside and quietly begged him to wake up because he couldn’t imagine a life that didn’t have Zoro in it.

Zoro in front of him, heads butting together in another heated argument. Zoro by his side, helping in the kitchen and doing dishes after meals whenever Sanji asked him to, no matter how much he might grumble and complain about it. Zoro at his back during a fight, in perfect sync with each other without either of them ever having to say a word, because that’s just how it’s always been between them. A push-and-pull, a back-and-forth, a song-and-dance that no matter how at odds they might find themselves, has always ended in a perfect balance, a perfect harmony.

Sanji wanted so badly to believe that he could find that somewhere else too. That maybe Pudding—dear, sweet Pudding, the one silver lining he thought he had in this whole fucked up mess—could fill the Zoro-shaped void in his chest. That even if all his other dreams were shattered, this one—a life spent with a wonderful, loving wife, the kind of wife Sanji’s always thought that he should want—might be able to survive intact.

What kind of fucking fantasy world are you living in?

Sanji lets both his hands drop into his lap, tipping his head back against the wall and staring blankly up at the dark clouds and pouring rain above.

He’s going to die tomorrow. Pudding said herself that she plans to put a bullet between his eyes. Nothing matters anymore.

And if nothing matters anymore, then maybe…

Maybe Sanji can stop lying to himself. Just for a little while.

He’s been doing it for so long, after all. Since the day they got separated at Sabaody, since the aftermath of Thriller Bark, since riding the sea train from Water 7 to Enies Lobby, since the Davy Back Fight, since that first messy, violent kiss in Alabasta.

Since Arlong fucking Park, when Zoro yelled at him—

Thirty seconds! I won’t last more than that!

And Sanji had yelled back—

That’s plenty!

It was the trust, he thinks. Trust is something that has never come easily to Sanji; usually it has to be painstakingly earned with blood and sweat, tears and time. He knows Zoro is the same way; has seen it in the sharpness of his gaze whenever they enter a new place and meet new people, always watching, always waiting for the next threat to the crew.

And yet, even though they barely knew each other back then, Zoro gave Sanji his trust at Arlong Park without a second thought.

What was Sanji supposed to do, except try and return it in kind?

What was he supposed to do, except start falling in love?

Sanji could never admit it to himself before now—too scared, too stubborn, too in his own head about what he should want versus what he actually wants. But he’s going to die tomorrow and nothing matters anymore and Sanji loves Roronoa Zoro. He loves him so fucking much. He has for a long, long time.

And it doesn’t fucking matter because unless there’s a goddamn miracle waiting in the wings for him, Sanji is going to die tomorrow.

Fuck.

(optional reading: bsky thread feat. my thoughts on why i think this particular moment is the one where sanji can no longer hide from his feelings for zoro (click the second post to get the whole thing, i fucked up the thread somehow).)

#again really stretching the definition of a kiss with this one but my project my rules :P #also i have soooooooo many feelings about that arlong park moment too UGH #one piece #zosan #sanzo #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #sophie fic #pride kisses 2025

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krirebr · 1 year ago

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Hello, my dear Kris! So after reading the newest fic from the Trapped AU… I just can’t stop thinking about those two. And you know me… I’m all about making my heart hurt with a little angst…

Can we get a snippet or drabble or your thoughts on an angsty moment -and Andy’s surprisingly soft reaction- that takes reader by surprise by the end of it…

Maybe she’s not feeling well and missing all the comforts of her old life- the things she would do when not feeling well prior to this life with Andy

Or maybe, after accidentally seeing a calendar while cleaning in Andy’s office, reader realized a special day has passed or is approaching.

Or maybe she feels a twinge of jealousy when she sees another beautiful women flirting with Andy and she’s so thrown- never once thinking she could ever feel that way with about him

Any little bit of angst where Andy uncharacteristically (at least for now) comforts her in the softest way possible- and maybe this is her kryptonite (and maybe it even turns her on a little) Would Andy use this new knowledge to his advantage? Of course he would 😈

I just want him to be soft and not so terrifying 🥺😭🫠

My heart is so torn 😭🫠

I love them and even him- you evil mastermind!

(Kris 👆while writing this lovely verse)

(Also- I LOVE trash pandas, so I hope you are not offended that I depicted you as one in your evil genius mode 😅)

Carly! I love this prompt! I had to think really hard about the inciting incident, but once I thought of it, I knew exactly what to do. This Andy can absolutely get soft. That's part of what he wants in his perfect life! It'll just always be on his terms. 😈

And no offense at all at the trash panda! That's exactly what I look like when coming up with ideas for this verse. 😏

Pairing: Andy Barber x f!reader - from Trapped AU

Warnings: Just general kidnapping/basement wife/toxic relationship warnings that come with this AU. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

It started with a mug.

Andy presented it to you about a week after you moved upstairs. It was your favorite color (your real actual favorite, not something he’d decided you liked) and had a pretty vine pattern etched into it. It was your mug. You drank your tea out of it every day. And you tried to tell yourself that it was bad because everything that came from him was bad. But it was yours. No one else drank out of it. Only you. It felt like the only thing in the world that you actually owned.

And so, as you looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, as you told yourself that this was fine, that it was just another thing in this house full of things, all you felt was immense, gut-wrenching loss. You sank down next to the pile of shards on the ground. Maybe you could piece it back together, or, or– You didn’t know what to do. And you knew you were being ridiculous but you started crying. Sobbing. You’d already lost so much. And now the last thing on earth that belonged to you was gone too, and you were the one who destroyed it.

You heard Andy’s footsteps come into the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him from where you were crouched behind the island. “What was that crash?” he asked, harshly. The sob you let out brought him around to where you were. He looked down at you, his hands on his hips. “What happened here?”

You looked up at him through your teary eyes. He was going to be so upset with you. “I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. It fell, and, and– it’s gone now.” You tried to wipe your face clean, but you couldn’t stem the stream of tears.

“You didn’t throw it?” Andy asked.

“No! No, I would never!” You hoped he could see how sincere you were.

He sighed and crouched down in front of you. “Explain to me why you’re so upset.”

You struggled for a moment, no idea how to put everything you were feeling into words. And you were so scared of saying the wrong thing. Finally, all you could come up with was, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as his face completely softened, no hint of anger or a coming reprimand remaining on it. He gently grasped your elbows, “Here, let’s get you up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on any of the shards.”

He raised you up slowly, then guided you into one of the stools at the counter. Then he went to the little kitchen closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. As he started to clean up, you rushed to stand. Andy hardly ever cleaned anything. That was your job. “Oh no,” you tried to stop him. “That’s ok, I can do it!”

He just hushed you, as he quickly made a pile of the shards and scooped them into the pan, and then into the trash. “See?” he said, “all done. It’s fine.” He ushered you into the living room and pulled you down into his lap on the couch, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said softly. “Even prettier than the last one.”

Without even thinking about it, you laid your head on his shoulder, as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here. You make me so happy.” You knew you should hate that. You knew that it should make you angry. But you were just so relieved that he wasn’t upset with you, you couldn’t help but sink into him.

After a few moments of just cuddling, he spoke again, his low voice right next to your ear. “I think you need a break, huh? How about we just spend the day together? Your chores can wait til tomorrow. We’ll even order dinner in tonight. How’s that sound?”

You were so worn out, from your sobbing, yes, but also, from everything, so all you could do was nod into his shoulder.

“Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. Just me and my good girl,” he said, his voice maybe the gentlest you’d ever heard.

“Thank you, Andy,” you sighed.

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cozage · 2 years ago

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Helloooo! Congratulations on 2k! Every time I see you update my day instantly is made 🥰 I love the way you write and how you portray the characters! For the event prompts (if you’re still accepting!), would it be possible to write how you think Law would propose to his s/o? Thank you for your hard work! 🥰

A/N: Law is my weak point you guys do not understand. Pls enjoy <3 Characters: gn reader x Trafalgar Law Total word count: 660

Proposal

Law would put careful thought into a proposal. He would spend months thinking about any possible situation and how to make it flawless. You are perfect, and you deserve nothing less than a perfect proposal.

It would get to the point where you might even start to think “is this guy ever going to propose?” because any time you bring up thoughts of marriage or the future, he gets very dodgy. Not because he doesn’t want to marry you, but because he’s afraid you’ve figured out his plans and he’s trying to throw you off his trail.

You don’t even realize he’s planned it. Everything kind of falls into place randomly in your eyes. Here’s how the day goes:

You arrive at a spring island. Not just any spring island though, an island full of cherry blossoms in full bloom. These islands are rare to come across, and you beg Law to go explore with you. He “reluctantly” agrees.

The two of you grab a picnic basket and stroll off to find the perfect place, and strangely enough, it doesn’t take long! There’s a beautiful isolated spot next to a stream, with cherry blossoms gently cascading all around you whenever the wind blows. “Law!” you cry. “This is perfect! Can we eat here?!” He only smiles. He knew you would pick this spot. That's why he paid people to stay away from it.

The two of you eat and lay around for a while, and then you explore the small little town.

It has an old bookshop you could spend hours in, and you do. Law doesn’t rush you as you roam the books, and he doesn’t say no to the ones you want to buy. He needed to expand his library, coincidentally.

The next place you stop is a tea shop, and the two of you sip tea and chat for at least an hour, trying an arrangement of teas to stock up for the ship. Law watches you with amusement, happy to see you in such a good mood and enjoying the island. He picks all of your favorites, knowing you’ll want to remember the flavors of this day for a long time. He will too.

It’s almost sunset, so the two of you grab little desserts at a bakery and walk up the hill to watch the sun sink behind the cherry blossoms. “I can’t believe there’s nobody else up here,” you whispered. “It’s the perfect place to see the sun go down.” Law just chuckles, and hands you your cake.

“Today really has been the perfect day,” you said, looking at him with tears in your eyes. “I know sometimes I demand a lot, and I’m sure you would’ve rather been on the ship today. So thank you for exploring with me.”

“Nonsense.” He wiped your tears away and gave you a few soft kisses across your face. “I love spending time with you. You’re the best part of my day, no matter when or where we are.”

You open the box to find a small cake with the words “Will you marry me?” across it, with a beautiful, one-of-a-kind ring in the middle. You’re about to tell Law you got the wrong dessert, but the glimmer of hope and the hint of nervousness makes you realize with sudden clearness that this was all a part of his plan. Everything today was orchestrated by him.

Now you’re crying for a whole other reason, and you sob out the words “yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” as you hold his face. He’s laughing at you, relieved you said yes, but holding back tears of his own. Because he finally gets to be with you forever. And he gets to have the best part of his day every day for the rest of his life.

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snowyquokka · 1 year ago

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DRAINED

bf felix x gn reader

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar

wc: 0.6k

a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3

dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else

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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.

You press a kiss to his temple and hum.

“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.

“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.

“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.

“Sorry for what, Lix?”

“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.

You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.

“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.

my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight

my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️

you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too

You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.

Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.

You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,

5:08am

Fuck. Is he just getting home?

You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.

His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.

“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.

tags: @godslino

divider: @chaeneuu

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crushedsweets · 2 years ago

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How would the other pastas/proxies react if Toby died during a mission?

Writing on my phone in the car 10 mins before my shift forgive me… finished during my lunch break…

Tim would try really really fucking hard to pretend he doesn’t care all that much. He’s already lost plenty of friends/colleagues (directly or indirectly) to the operator and slenderman, and he always treated Toby like he was a pain in the ass, but like. Him and Brian took Toby in when he was just 17-18, he tried to make him a better man, the two of them have done abhorrent shit together and had to return to the cabin like nothing happened. He’d cry, spend long hours thinking about Toby, thinking about how much of a dick he was to the kid. But he’s strong . Kinda

Brian wouldn’t try to pretend he doesn’t care, although he is in a very similar boat to Tim. Took him in, guided him, hurt him - he would probably be the one to set up a grave of some sort for Toby, whether or not they even have his body to bury. The rest of them wouldn’t be able to do it

It’s possible that Kate wouldn’t even find out for a long fucking while. But she would cry, and mourn, and she would start going back to the cabin and she would sleep in the attic (Toby’s room) and it would be shitty. Toby was the only proxy to treat her like a person and they were both outcasts in their own right, both being the closest to perfect vessels slenderman/the operator could get . So it would suck ass.

I think Natalie would just die too. Ok not really but he was the first person to really just. Take care of her. And she really trusted that he would never ever leave her, not like everyone else . She would be angry, pissed beyond belief and she would cry and scream and throw around any of the gifts he’s ever gotten her and smash some shit he’s made her - and it wouldn’t be fair, and she would regret it, and hopefully someone would be there to pull her back before she legitimately fucks it all up, but she can’t get rid of that anger. Like Kate, she would go to the cabin. Being there too long gets her really bad slender sickness, she’s not immune like the others, but she doesn’t really care. Everything hurt so bad anyway, the screaming and crying already brought her nausea and migraines. Her and Kate would just silently lounge around his bedroom for hours everyday. Natalie is a tattoo artist with little to no tattoos bc commitment issues is a big thing for her, but she would get a little something to honor Toby

Jack would mourn . Toby used to bring flowers to his mom for Mother’s Day, because Jack couldn’t bare to be in a 10 mile radius of his family. He would try to host something for people, just invite them over and make some food and try to talk and have comfort. Only Natalie and Nina would come by choice, not because the rest don’t care but it’s just something they can’t handle to do. Kate might get dragged along. It would be painful and uncomfortable and probably just result in an argument of sorts, depending on how far along Natalie is in the grieving process . He would visit the grave Brian made for toby quite often.

Nina would be constantly crying, all the time. She’s had shitty men after shitty men in her life, the only good guys she’s had were her father and brother and she went ahead and left them behind to go seek out Jeff - but Toby was good(to a point, obviously). He was rough around the edges but he was protective, he took care of her, he defended her even if she didn’t deserve it. She and Natalie would probably have a few intense arguments because they’re two sides of the same coin in their grieving , with Natalie having constant explosive anger and Nina having long, drawn out grieving and sobbing. It would be a bit much for both of them. She would mope around her apartment for a long while.

BEN would also be pretty sad, but not nearly as much as the rest. He would talk it out with Jeff but wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t mourn , would just keep going. Jeff wouldn’t give a shit, would say it was bound to happen and to move on

Ann and Lulu would be pretty bummed out too, but Ann moves on pretty quickly. For Ann it’s more so a sad “Aw but he was fun”… lulu is too lost in her own head to spend too much time on it, but she’s undeniably sad when she’s reminded

Sally would also be sad, but similarly to BEN, she would move on. Cry to Jane about it and cope. Jane would think it’s sad, but she wouldn’t dwell on it either - she wasn’t close to him, she only knew him in passing whenever Sally got lost in the forest.

Liu doesn’t know Toby well so he wouldn’t think much, but Nina would cry to Liu about it a lot and it would be pretty depressing for him too. Just by watching how it affects Nina

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #Masky #hoody #creeped #clockwork #natalie oullette #natalie ouellette #Nina the killer #Kate the chaser #I don’t think I wanna tag everyone I’m lazy #asks

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sehtoast · 1 year ago

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At Heart (Ryan Butcher, parentified!OC)

ben being a parent, ryan deserved to be hugged and held for this one, ben will be getting him a new milkshake btw, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

The web-head all but nearly shatters the balcony door rushing inside.

While not particularly cut from the cloth of parenthood, Benjamin has grown to see Ryan as his own more than he ever knew was possible. So when faced with the sight of him sobbing on the couch, of course he went into overdrive.

“Hey, woah!” Ben rattles as he tears the mask from his head and plops down beside the boy, a hand placed on his shoulder to gently shake him from his woe. “Ryan, hey– what’s– what happened?”

Ben’s answer is the boy throwing himself forward to hug and bury his face in his shoulder, crying as he explains it all.

He killed another person.

That fucking scripted save– Vought’s ridiculous insistence that the boy become their next hero to market to the world.

“K-Koy’s dead because of me! S’my fault again!”

Ben was familiar with Koy. The stunt director always liked him, always loved when the bug would string a few webs from the ceiling to let him toy with during his own rehearsals. It’d been so long since he’d seen him; public footage of his saves had been more than enough for Vought to let the bug off the hook. And now…

“Fuck…” Ben sighs. “Ryan–”

“He brought me a milkshake and took it because I– Dad said– he said I shouldn’t care…” He hiccups. “T-That they’re toys for us to b-break. N-now he’s mad at me and–”

Of course he is, Ben thinks to himself as he pets through Ryan’s hair. Because he’s not sure why you’d show empathy to the people who’ve always broken him. But you don’t know that…

“W-Was my mom just a toy too?”

“No,” Ben shakes his head, sighing dejectedly. “No, your mom wasn’t a toy. No one is– your dad…” He swallows thickly. “He–”

“Hates me–” He chokes through sobs.

“Damnit, Johnny…” Ben mumbles. He loves that man like nothing else, but sometimes he really had a way of fucking up. The bug pulls back from Ryan, hands grasping his shoulders to hold the boy steady. “Your father doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t want me either–”

“Ryan. Look at me.” He shakes him softly, brows knit with worry. Doesn’t want you either? “He just doesn’t know how to help you. I’m not saying he’s right for saying what he said, don’t get me wrong, just… he literally doesn’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what to do!” Ryan shouts, gripping tight to Ben’s wrists, eyes suddenly going wide when that near silent wince rang through his ears. He loosens his hold immediately. “I don’t– I can’t–” Heaving breaths through the panic. “I’m sorry–”

“I know…” The bug murmurs. “I know.”

Truthfully, what could he possibly say? That it’d all get better? He couldn’t guarantee that. Should he tell the boy not to stress about the damage he’s caused? Absolutely not.

All he can do is hug him close and let him cry it out, shh-ing him and rocking from side to side. Benjamin wishes more than anything that he could know what Becca did for the boy when he was so utterly devastated. Hell, maybe she never even had to do something like this– at least not for this magnitude of agony.

There’s no manual for this.

At least when the sniffling stops, Ben feels like he’s done something right. Granted it only stopped because the boy cried himself to sleep, but…

It’s something, right?

He carries Ryan to his bedroom, up the stairs and to the left. It used to just be a storage room before the boy came about, then John had it converted to be everything he’d ever wanted when he himself was a child. Benjamin tried to explain, but… it just never clicked.

Gently, Benjamin places him onto his bed, snagging the nearest throw blanket to drape over his form. Even asleep, the kid looks exhausted– and rightfully so. He doesn’t deserve any of this. The pain, the sorrow, the guilt. Ryan’s just a boy who’s been through far too much.

Not terribly unlike his father.

The bug sighs dejectedly, knowing there was a conversation to be had with his boyfriend about consoling the kid. Homelander will get defensive, spiteful, angry– he’ll feel attacked right off the bat. He’s trying, but he’ll never get it right if he doesn’t realize one terribly tragic thing about his son.

Try as he might to shape Ryan in his image, he will never truly mirror his father. Homelander will never understand why, but Benjamin? It’s not at all hard for him to see. Not in the slightest. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s certainly not good.

Tragedy will always hit the boy hardest. It will devastate him in ways his father can never understand.

Ryan is a human at heart.

He always will be.

#ryan butcher #homelander #i mean he's mentioned so i guess #homelander x oc #?? i mean the relationship is mentioned #so that's also an element lol #the boys #idek how to tag this one tbh #homelander x reader

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oceansssblue · 1 year ago

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might i request: with either tech or echo, the choice is yours

jedi f!reader- she gets fatally injured on a mission in order to protect the rest of the bad batch and dies in his arms

after her death, she appears to him as a force ghost while he is grieving, provides comfort

thanks!!!

Angsty one with Echo coming right up! Can life throw anything else to this poor man? 🥹💔

At least he got some healing&comfort at the end. Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"THE GHOST OF YOU"

ECHO/GHOST!F READER 📩💔(💖)

WARNINGS: DEATH OF MAIN CHARACTER (AKA YOU) AND APPEARING AS A FORCE GHOST, SADNESS, CRYING, HEARTACHE, MENTIONS OF WAR AND BEING TIRED AS IN BEING TIRED OF FIGHTING&LIFE, DEEP CONVERSATION, COMFORT.

Echo stared at the dried blood staining his hand. He could feel his emotions swirling restlessly inside of him; threatening to spill and destroy everything in its way in just a matter of seconds or minutes. He was alone in the barracks of Clone Force 99; Hunter reporting their disastrous mission to the Jedi while the rest swallowed their pain down and tried to let it drain in the shower.

Echo had done his best not to crumble in battle either. When his general had been on his arms back on the Marauder on their way back to Kamino, though, he's voice had being pannicked and desperate; he literally begged you not to leave him, to "please, please, stay with me". You had answered with a pained tired smile and fluttering eyes; a broken whisper of a "I'll always be with you, my Echo" the last words that left your lips.

You hadn't. You hadn't stayed; you had died on that next moment, your eyes shutting closed and your body growing limp, and all Echo could do was hold what was left of you in his trembling arms, his heart shattering in a million pieces while he fought not to let an ugly loud sob out, needing to be in private before he allowed himself to break down.

Tears blurred his vision again, his own body slumping down on the floor this time; and the tide of his emotions finally ripped his soul, body shaking uncontrollably with his broken cries and sobs. He closed his eyes shut, bending down on himself until his forehead pressed against the cold floor; trying to hold himself together through the heartache and pain.

Tears wet his cheeks. Flashes of his moments with you runned through his mind. Some happy, some soft and vulnerable, some sad and angry. All of his lost oportunities were relived too; all of his regrets of not having persued anything further with you. All of his childish hopes, dreams and desires washed away by the emptiness of your abscence.

His cries turned to small quiet whimpers and sounds when he pressed his jaw shut. He was so tired. He was so tired of fighting one time after another, of loved ones being taken away from him, of him always pushing through under the worst conditions only to be forced to live through this constant heartache. He just...

"Don't wanna do this anymore" he whinned to himself, shaking against the floor, eyes still closed. "Please..."

He didn't know who he was begging to; but he did know for what. He wanted the pain to go away. Wanted his loved ones to come back. Wanted to...

"Echo" a soft, gentle voice whispered at his side.

Recognising said voice, Echo quickly rightened himself to a sitting position, prosthetic knees scrapping against the floor; eyes shooting upwards.

"C-cyare?" his voice could barely be heard in the quietness of the room.

His breath hitched when you nodded and sadly smiled. It was you; the shape of your body and features perfectly recognisable even in this blue, translucent, wavering tone. Echo quickly understood; you were a Force ghost. He had heard it before.

"Cyare..." he called you, voice trembling, before breaking down into another cry again.

Echo felt your presence by his shoulder; almost as if you were touching him, even if he knew that that couldn't be possible like this.

"I'm sorry, Echo" you whispered, softly. "But I'm glad you're all okay".

Echo wanted to snap at you. Wanted to shout that they hadn't needed your help, that the Batch could defend themselves; but the truth was that they would have died without your sacrifice, and it wasn't fair to put it on you. Echo always knew of your devotion to helping others; he knew you would do it all over again.

He took a deep breath in and tried to calm himself. He stared at your Force ghost.

"You know I loved you, right?" He told you, voice unwavering, feelings vulnerable and completely exposed to you.

The raw emotions in his eyes and face would have made your heart ache if you could still feel one. You slowly sat down in front of him.

"I know" you smiled, a tiny fond thing.

Echo felt relieved upon hearing the answer; and confused as well. You could almost hear his question. Then why didn't you do anything about it?

"I had made an oath to the Order" you gently, patiently explained. "No attachments. You always made my promise start to crumble. Now... I wish I had forgotten about it and used my time better".

Echo closed his eyes and saved those words in his soul.

He opened then again and looked at you. He looked like a lost child, your beautiful Echo.

"I don't know how to carry on" he whispered, broken.

You tried to send a wave of the Force to comfort him.

"You have good brothers that will help you to move on" you soothed him, gentle.

Echo sighed and glanced down at the floor.

"I'm tired of this war".

You couldn't tell him much else.

"I know".

Silence reigned for a few seconds before Echo looked back at you.

"Have you... Fives?" He temptitavely asked, hope in his resignment.

You smiled.

"There's a process to become a Force ghost" you explained. "It's easier for the Jedi to complete. But I've felt his esence. He's here. I'll try to help him reach that state".

Echo nodded, smiling sadly.

"Good. Good" he mumbled, exhausted.

Sleep was tugging at the corners of his mind; his emotions draining the last of his energy. He didn't think he'd have strength to even move to the hammock on the other side of the room.

"Will you stay a bit longer?" He asked, blinking slowly, body dropping to one side.

You nodded softly.

"I can't stay permanently, but I'll stay now. And I'll be here in the future if you need me as well. I'll always keep an eye on you, Echo".

You caressed his cheek even if you couldn't feel the warmth of his skin like that.

Echo sighed pleasantly. He did feel a tingling sensation on his cheek. He wasn't totally alone. Never would be.

"Thank you" he whispered, eyes finally closing, body growing lax against the floor.

You smile and keep on comforting him.

"Just find strength in your new family, love. Fives and I will wait for you. You'll help me keep his Force ghost from terrorising shinnies" you joke, quietly.

Echo hums; the thought pulling a soft smile on his lips before sleep finally takes him away.

You stay until you hear the Batch's tired steps making his way back to their barracks, and you know they'll take care of him.

THE END.

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*Cries*

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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Like No One Does

Part 2: And Everything’s A Mess

The candlelight in your bedroom was fading, and you were more comfortable sitting in the dark than trying to turn on the lights.

You had sent yourself to your bedroom, isolated from what little family you had that had come to visit because you wanted to be alone. No one would bother you, not after Danah had figuratively ripped into one of your father’s cousins about you being present.

No one would bother you, not now. You were stuck in your bedroom, in the same position, watching soft flames flick against thick glass as a somewhat, scent of autumn had filled your room. It was colder now than you anticipated, fitting for the gathering that your great aunt had insisted upon, to remember your parents.

16 and an orphan.

16, and you were expected to find someone to take on your guardianship. Who would want to take care of you anyway? Why would anyone want a grumpy teenager in their house who would mope and not do anything?

You could hear them out there, the friends and family who had come to say goodbye to your parents, both of them sick.

After lengthy hospital stays and medical treatments that would never extend their lives past their 50s, they had finally met peace. On a Friday night at the tail end of August, your parents had finally taken their last breath, and you were told to say the last goodbye you’d ever be able to give them.

Now you were supposed to bury your parents and, according to your great aunt, be present with the remaining family you had. You weren’t supposed to show your mourning, you were supposed to put a smile on your face and be stronger than this.

“She can go fuck herself if she thinks you need to be anything but—“ Danah had found you earlier in the morning when she came over to help you get ready for whatever company you’d have. “—fuck her.”

You had restricted yourself to your bedroom, confined yourself to the dark as you sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face hidden. You kept yourself in the dark while watching the soft flames of that candle flickering, and the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon, some kind of spice, all blend into something that smelled well enough.

“I can’t do this.” Your voice wavered when the door opened, and you felt the bed dip under the weight of someone sitting near you. “How am I supposed to say goodbye?”

You knew it was Ari, he was the only one, besides Danah, who could’ve come in here and not gotten his head rips off. He had this way about him, this silent comfort that had been extended to you without him having to say a word. He had sat there with you, as you hid your face into your knees and cried so desperately.

Your shoulders shook with every heartbroken sob, every ounce of pain and loss exuded from you with a torrential downpour. You hadn’t been able to cry in front of your relatives, it was as if there was a block that had come up and prevented you from allowing you to be emotional. Not in front of them, but in front of Danah, and Ari, you let it go.

You couldn’t possibly go out there and watch their caskets being lowered knowing that it was it, that it was the end of your parents. You didn’t think you could face your family, the distant relatives who had never once tried to step up and help.

“I hate them, I hate them all.” You wanted to throw everything in your path, you wanted to scream until your throat bled and your voice broke. “I hate them.”

Ari didn’t need to say anything. He didn’t need to speak to you to comfort you, all it took was for him to wrap a blanket around your shoulders, and allow you to rest your head in his lap while you cried.

He brushed your hair back behind your ears, he had wiped your tears from your cheeks as you laid your head in your lap. Furthermore, he had comforted you more than anyone else had to that point, and all he had done was allow you to cry without him saying a thing.

It was the bare minimum anyone could do, and it had brought you the most comfort. With your head in his lap, while you were mourning your parents before their caskets had event been lowered, you felt the raw pain of your heart being smashed to pieces.

You were in a daze, with no functional ability to tell how much time had passed, or if you had even moved from your bed. You were mindlessly withdrawn, your body on autopilot while your mind retreated, throughout the whole process of the funeral for your parents.

As they were buried side by side and dirt was thrown on top of the caskets by your relatives, you had remained silent and withdrawn. You had retained your inability to cry in front of your relatives, though you had tears pooling in your eyes, they would not be shed.

Over and over, you had willed yourself to keep it together for people who didn’t give a shit about you, or your parents. You had willed yourself to remain stoic and avoid giving themselves any part of your emotional state, they didn’t deserve to get a picture into your head or your heart.

Mindlessly and as if you were experiencing something out of body, you moved on autopilot the entire day until the final grieving family member had gone. Once the door was shut, and you were alone in the little apartment your parents had occupied sparsely between their hospital stays, you allowed yourself to feel again.

Anger had caused you to lash out, broken glass and thrown books all over the floor. Water spilled from the smashed vases, flowers, and flower petals crushed…

Anger had turned to crying again, and you found yourself laying heaped on the floor. 16 years old and an orphan, 16 years old and left straddled with debt that was not yours.

You laid against the cold floor with destruction around you, mindlessly lost to your grief. Endlessly thrown back and forth from crying to pleading, to cursing to silence.

Not until you had felt arms lifting you from the floor, and a soft whisper of your name as you were carried out. Almost everything had been sold to pay for as much as it could, and the apartment was rented out within weeks.

You were given the ability to live with the Levinson’s, though that only lasted two years before you threw yourself into college. And into paying off the debts incurred.

You balanced work and university, for as long as you could, until it had finally been too much, and you were forced to drop out.

Stricken by your own forcible exhaustion, you had become a shell of the person you were.

Consider my offer, princess. Don’t shut me out — A. L.

The bouquet of flowers had dried, now in the trash. The clay vase is being used to hold another cheap dollar store decoration that made your apartment look less depressing. Though, neither of those facts can deter you from the note in your hand that almost carries its warmth. You find yourself staring at its intent while you remunerate over the latest debilitating bills that have landed in your hands.

The flowers were once gorgeous with bright petals and fresh green stems. The bouquet had come the day after Ari had broken into your apartment, regardless of him asserting that you let him in. The days between him coming over, the flowers the following morning, and the arrival of new bills, were filled with an endless cycle of work.

You worked late hours as a waitress at a high-end banquet hall, and early morning hours at a café/bookstore. You worked there in the early hours as a barista, making coffee for people who were: seemingly always in a bad mood and in a rush, or people who would stumble in during the early hours and stay until they compunction made them leave.

In the quiet hours of the night as you had sat on your couch, staring at the bills littered on your coffee table, you had time to think and process the offer that was in front of you and on the phone. It had been days since you’d been first given the offer by Ari, and the weekly Sunday dinner that Danah would insist you come to was tomorrow.

With a decision to be made, a weight was upon your shoulders. It had begun dragging you beneath the dark cut of an inescapable water, and you had to choose what outcome you would face.

You could decide to ignore the life-preserver and not save yourself from the encroaching depths that would surely extinguish you with a one-ton weight. It would inevitably start dragging you to your death in the loch. You would be overwhelmed by the bills, by the debt that had been inherited to you by your parents' state of health, and their death. It was an inescapable reality, you would figuratively drown.

Or you could take the offer, accept the help that was being offered to you and pull yourself from the stinging and brutal waters.

You could make the counter-choice and take the role as Ari’s assistant, a job that would provide health insurance and security for your debts. The job would give you three weeks vacation every year, you would be cushioned from the unseemly debts that would otherwise destroy you, and ultimately, you could breathe again.

The choice seemed an obvious one to make, and yet, your stubborn self-preservation had made you hesitate. You were, and equally were not, on your own since you were 16. The Levinson’s have done more for you than you could ever hope to thank them for, and still, there as resistance to asking for more help. You were a grown woman, this was your responsibility to take on, it was your debt that had been incurred by your family—regardless of intent.

Asking and accepting this continued olive branch had been a tough decision to make, although it shouldn’t have been.

Was it your pride that was keeping you from giving into Ari? Was it your stubbornness to not burden the Levinson’s any more than you had?

There was an endless gratitude you heralded for all of them, the family that had done so much for your family. They were all incredible and had given you so much already, and it seemed that trying to take more or even another offer, it had left you feeling at odds with yourself.

However, on the flip side of your stubborn pride, there was an innate sense of hopelessness.

You were barely getting by in fact, one bout of sickness that could result in a hospital stay, would destroy the last of your ability to pay bills. There was little forgiveness with these debtors and collections companies. They wouldn’t have cared either way if you lived a good life outside your debts, or scrambled until you took your last breath.

It was slow, the way you had gathered the bills in your hands and stacked them neatly. Rather than feeling like a diabolical task, it had felt ordinary and almost reminded you of stacking clean plates at your banquet job before putting them away.

You had gathered them, opened and unopened, and stood from the couch to walk toward your cheap second hand entertainment stand. You dug through a bin that you’d shoved into the cupboard, and neatly stacked the new bills with the old.

And once your decision was made, you headed off to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, ultimately falling to your mattress and sparsely covering yourself up.

Tomorrow, when you went over to Danah’s house for dinner, with their parents, you would give Ari your answer and finally put this matter to rest.

The walk up the driveway to Danah’s house was usual and ordinary, nothing that you hadn’t taken before. And like every Sunday sequentially that you’d attended, you stood on the edge of the driveway for a moment to gather your thoughts. You had taken time to think about whether this choice was the right one, and then your mind drifted to the years you and Danah had spent together.

You were best friends from different class structures, and her family had taken care of you like you were their daughter. Mrs. Levinson, the matriarch of the family, had often made Danah bring your favourite baked pastries, if not entire meals, for you to eat. She had repeatedly told you that you needed some nice Jewish boy to marry, regardless of you not being Jewish, the same mantra that she had told Danah.

Today, however, as you arrived at the house, you saw Ari standing outside. His appearance on the front steps of the stately Levinson home was surprising at best, considering that he had usually arrived after you, or he was usually outside. However, this Sunday he was on the phone holding a conversation, one that made his eyebrows furrow and his lips to press in a thin line.

As casually as he had dressed, in a pair of jeans that cost more than your apartment and a thick flannel, he had once again forgone the suit but still looked gorgeous. And the state of him made your heart beat erratically, a reminder that he was beautiful and every woman’s dream—though he was entirely too far out of your reach.

You watched him, speculatively, as you walked up the driveway. He had lifted his head and caught your gaze as you made your way closer to him, your heart thrashing in your chest and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Ari was your best friends’ older brother, he was a CEO and vastly wealthy, whereas you had maybe $100 to last you the next week, or days, respectively.

“Get it done.” His voice carried, and you had stepped onto the porch, attempting to move past him. While he finished the conversation he was in, your attempt was made feeble, and you innately found yourself unable to quite get past him, stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist.

“Not so fast, princess.” He stood from where he had sat, standing far too close for you not to notice the scent of his cologne, and the slight stagnant tone of cigarettes. “You don’t even say hi?”

 “I was going to say hi inside,” your eyes were captive by his own, and you sought a distraction by mentioning the fact his mother would hate, “you know I can smell the smoke on you. Your mom’s going to be pissed.” 

Ari grinned and ran his fingers through his soft brown hair, his beard forming a thicker coating on his face. It was as if he were preparing for the cool months by purposefully avoiding shaving, to give himself some kind of modern Bostonian lumberjack aesthetic. With his thick flannel, dark jeans, longer hair and thicker beard, he would’ve looked the part without a single doubt, if he didn’t live in a penthouse in the heart of the city.

“Ma’ll get over it when she sees you, darling.” Ari’s constant stare or flirting had been your undoing many times, in private, and you’d been made restless again by his voice.

He was beyond beautiful, and he knew it.

He knew how attractive he was, he knew the effect he had on women and that attractiveness had gotten him into trouble, especially when it came to his ma. Ari had flings, he had one-night stands, that you’d been privy to seeing the morning after, and those flings had driven his Jewish mama up the wall. She had wanted nothing but the best for Danah and Ari, though neither had made stellar choices for their love lives.

“You overestimate my presence in your ma’s life.” You contested his claim, with your own negated response that was rooted in the idea that Mrs. Levinson felt pity for you, nothing else.

“Yeah?” Ari knocked on the door and waited, with a smirk on his face, as if he were waiting to prove a point.

And to further make his point, Ari had dug a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his top and bottom lips. You watched him with narrowed eyes, your focus on him rather than the front door, though it was soon clear what he was trying to do.

When the door opened and Mrs. Levinson had appeared on the other side, your attention briefly shifted to her, watching her eyes narrow as she first took in the appearance of her son with a cigarette in his mouth. Her eyes had narrowed dangerously and egregiously, her hands had been set on her hips, and she let her son know exactly how displeased she was with him.

“Ari Levinson, you get that out of your mouth right now! You may be an adult, but I am still your mother and I will take out the wooden spoon!” She had shifted her attention from Ari to yourself, her ire melting into nothing but eager happiness at seeing you.

“Y/N come in, dear. I hope you’re hungry.” She had rested her arm around your upper back to steer you into the house, her soft voice pleasant upon your ears as she ordered Ari to close the door.

“I told you—“

“Put that damn thing out!” His ma barked the order at him and when you had looked over your shoulder toward your potential boss, he had smirked and winked at you before slipping back outside.

You were steered it the kitchen toward a tray of fresh Jewish pastries, your favourites, while his ma had stood beside you. She still kept an arm around your back as she spoke, her voice chipper and joyful, like usual. You had reached for one of them, lifting them off the tray and ripping a piece off to pop it into your mouth.

“How are you, sweetheart? Are you good? Do you have enough to eat?” Mrs. Levinson cupped your cheeks, her brilliant blue eyes boring into your own, and you had become overwhelmed with emotion at the motherly love she cast upon you.

“I’m okay, Mrs. Levinson. I have enough food for years-“ You answered her question, though she waved off your claim with a soft sigh.

“Nonsense, I’m sending you home with food tonight. Now, please go find Danah and tell her to get off the phone with her no good boyfriend. That putz will be the death of me.” She had dismissed you with a soft kiss to your forehead and gentle push in the direction of the staircase leading to the second floor.

As you had stepped out of the kitchen and made your way to the start of the living room, you had turned your head and briefly locked eyes with Ari. His gaze was nothing short of tender and soft, and the offer had retained its place at the forefront of your mind.

With a decision made, you changed courses and headed toward Ari, waiting until he had taken off his shoes and set them aside. And then you licked your lips out of habit and cleared your throat.

“I want the job.” Your voice was soft, and there was a moment wherein Ari had remained stoic and silent, and then a wide grin broke on his face. “I want to be your new secretary. If the job is still available.”

In response to your choice, Ari’s large hand had come to rest upon your cheek and his thumb brushed your flesh softly. He had looked down at you with your head tilted ever so slightly, and spoke just as softly as you had spoken to him.

“Good.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft lips caressing your skin. “Quit your jobs and make yourself available Tuesday. I’m taking you shopping.”

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gay-lien · 2 years ago

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Close Encounters (Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader)

Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader 18+ Minors DNI

A/N- Filling the giant Leland sized hole in the fanfic internet with massive amounts of smut and fluff. Lots of plot conveniences, because let's be real I just want to write protective Leland fucking the shit out of someone. I will eventually write Leland x Male!Reader too, because that's what we deserve.

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Concept- You and Leland have been best friends for years, always subtly hoping for a little more but both of you are too scared to make the first move out of fear of the other not feeling the same. Leland can bowl into a family member that's about to murder him no problem, however when it comes to confessing his feelings he fears rejection more than he does his own life.

Content- NSFW 18+, Reader is a little taller than Leland, Dom!Leland x Sub!Reader, Oral, Praise, Leland is a pleasure dom

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The noise floods your ears, before you're even fully awake, making your blood run cold. The loud rev of a chainsaw, though it's slightly disoriented, perhaps from the blood loss. You blink a few times, your mind foggy, trying to recall just where you were.

It's only when you feel the sting of the rope tightly woven around your hands and that smell... you almost throw up... that you remember what had happened. Where you are. It takes everything in you not to let out a scared whine, as you shift slightly on the hook. The noise is loud and echoes through the room, making your heart race.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, only to instantly wish you could forget, spotting the various body parts and buckets of blood surrounding the room. You can't help but let out a quiet groan, trying to slip off your restraints. You needed to get out.

The sound of footsteps caused your movements to be more frantic as you squirmed, silently begging for the rope to tear quicker. What had it been made out of fucking iron?

The noise grew louder, the rope burning into your skin the more you resisted. Everything felt like too much and had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through your veins you'd probably have passed out again a long time ago.

Your heart stops however, when you see the careful wiggle of the doorknob, silently whispering for it to stop to no one in particular. As if the ominous presence outside the door would adhere to your requests and you'd be completely fine. You feel the slight trickle down your cheeks, cursing yourself for crying in a moment like this. You couldn't panic, not right now. You had to get out of here.

It takes everything in you not to start sobbing when the door slowly opens, however you're thankful you didn't when you spot a familiar mess of brunette hair. Your heart stops, relieved to see he's okay.

"Leland?" You whisper anxiously.

He glances up, eyes widening, as he races towards you, using what looks like a sharp bone to tear through the rope. The sight makes your stomach churn, however you're too focused on getting out to really ask questions about how or where Leland might have gotten such a thing. Not that you really needed to ask.

Once free he gently grabs your shoulders, doing a once over.

"Are you okay?" Leland's voice is quiet, barely a whisper, and he looks worse than you.

You nod slowly, unsure what you could possibly say. A part of you was too stunned to speak, as you noticed the blood patterns on his shirt and the tear of his clothes just above the waist. The wound looks a little old, blood now dark and a little crusted, but it also didn't look healthy.

Before you can ask him anything else, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you out the door you had come.

"I'm going to get you out of here... I promise," he assured quietly, gritting his teeth. Leland moved with careful calculation, darting down dark tunnels and through tiny little slits in the wall. The sound of the chainsaw sounded a little closer, the more you limped. Part of you wanted to ask about the others.

Had he even seen them?

Leland opened a tiny blue box, glancing around, before quietly sorting through the pile of scraps. You were a little confused in his movements, eyes darting around carefully. You felt so exposed standing under the dim light of the room. You're surprised when Leland lets out a sigh of relief grabbing a tiny looking sharp object. It almost reminds you of an ice pick.

His hand is quick to find yours again, guiding you carefully through the corridors. Leland glances over his shoulder ever so often, as if he's terrified you're going to disappear from his grasp any moment.

Leland then stops in front of a door, and you're a little surprised at how effortlessly he slides the tool in, fiddling with the lock. You didn't even know Leland knew how to pick a lock.

Your heart continued to hammer in your chest, as the chainsaw revved up again, sounding way too close for comfort. Leland's shoulders tighten, and he starts moving a little quicker on the door in response to the noise, a look of determination crossing his face.

You were shaking so bad, trying to block out everything about the dank cellar. The smell. The heat. It all made your stomach churn.

Leland quickly slides the door open, glancing around anxiously before grabbing your hand once again. A familiar pattern now. He looked up the stairs, before pulling you through the blue door as well, crouching and taking slow quiet steps.

You stared at each other, an almost unspoken conversation occuring. The dark circles under his eyes and the redness revealed that he had probably been crying for a while. Leland also had a small cut on his lip which you hadn't noticed before in the dim lighting below. It was hard to resist reaching out and affectionately touching it.

Both of you were terrified, though Leland did a better job at hiding it. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, before turning his attention back to the stairs. You both listened intently, the sound of thudding footsteps rushing by overhead then a voice, a male's.

"Before you go running off with those back house hippies again, can you PLEASE find these damned kids!"

Leland seemed to cling to the shadows, shielding you with his body, as he eyed the stairs carefully. After a few moments the footsteps faded, and he carefully made his way forward again, creeping around the house. It was fairly dark, which made it hard to step around.

Having Leland as your guide made you feel a little more comfortable, stepping everywhere you saw his feet go, constantly looking over your shoulder. You half expected something to pull you from his grasp, the idea sending a chill down your spine. Part of you wanted this to be some fucked up dream, silently begging to just wake up.

The more you walked through the house, the more on edge you got. You tried not to focus too long on anything in the house that wasn't a window or potential exit, growing nauseous when your eyes landed on a bucket of blood for too long.

It wasn't long before Leland slipped out of a swinging screen door, quietly opening it and guiding you further. After glancing around and seeing you two were alone, he stood up, pulling you towards a thick patch of bushes. His grip was gentle but firm, as he pushed down on your shoulders a little, instructing you to crouch.

You could hardly think or act, so he did it for you. Leland spoke again, his voice barely audible.

"You stay right here, keep quiet, and if anyone approaches you, stab them with this," Leland started, handing you the bone scrap he had before. His eyes studied your face intently, before letting out a quiet sigh.

"I will be right back, I promise, I just have to get this gate open. I think I saw a pressure valve back there. If they find you, run, don't look back. Don't worry about me. You just focus on getting out of here."

You were reluctant at first, not wanting to part with the man, as you let out a quiet sigh of your own. Your heart was racing and you felt like crying all over again, shaking your head.

"No... don't leave me," you pleaded quietly.

Leland studied your face, chewing his bottom lip, as he stared at you determinedly. His eyes were serious.

"You need to listen to me okay? I don't want to split up but if we are getting out of here, this is the only way to do it. We have to work together," he replied, before gently caressing your cheek.

"I will try to be back quickly."

It wasn't the guarantee you wanted, but you knew that a guarantee wasn't possible. Not in this circumstance. Your stomach churned, the thought of having to leave Leland behind making you feel violently ill.

The brunette said little else, quickly slipping away in the opposite direction you had come. You tried to keep your voice quiet and still your movement, as you crouched low, nestling in the grass. You felt so exposed, not even convinced that your "hiding" spot was all that safe, but there wasn't much else you could do.

How did things shift so drastically?

You focused on steadying your breathing, trying to remember small details, familiarizing yourself with the area. You had to escape. And Maria... your heart faltered at the thought. She deserved better than to get nabbed while out having fun with her friends. Your stomach lurched, not wanting to think too long on the young girl's fate.

Poor Ana... you could still hear her screams and cries, when you'd learned of Maria's fate. The others had to be alive. You and Leland couldn't be all that was left. You refused to believe it.

You tried to nestle a little deeper in the grass, when you heard footsteps approaching. You recognized them instantly, your blood running cold. The same ones you had heard back inside the house on the stairs with Leland.

The man's voice is sharp and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He's so close you could reach out and touch him, but he doesn't seem to notice you just yet, eyes darting around in every direction. It takes everything in you not to inhale, holding your breath when he crouches down, his fingers brushing along the trail in the dirt.

He grumbles something to himself, and you're terrified he's going to eventually hear you slip up, noticing you cowering in the grass. Your fingers wrap around the tiny sharp bone scrap Leland had handed you, studying the man and thinking of all the possible places you could stab to keep him from coming after you. He was certainly a bit bigger than you and could easily overpower you if it came down to it. You had to be smart about it.

He stands back up, and you're relieved, until you notice the sinister smile curling on his lips. He had turned something up. Probably Leland's tracks. The realization makes your stomach churn. If you didn't do anything, he'd find Leland.

Once his back is turned, you slowly stand up, ready to strike into the man's neck. You aren't as stealthy as you think however, and upon standing up, the man seems to sense your presence behind him. You inhale sharply as he turns, grabbing your arms. The bone scrap falls to the ground, as you struggle in his grip.

Your wrists are still sore from when you had been hanging from the cellar moments before. You're relieved however, when you spot Leland's familiar shape, ramming his body into the man, which causes him to loosen his grip on you and fall over.

While the guy is stunned, Leland carefully helps you up, urging you to run the opposite way.

"We gotta go," he frantically screams, limping a little behind you, ready to take on the guy that had been after you if he needed to.

Leland continues to guide you from behind, telling you to keep moving forward, until a gate comes into view. It looks like it's not too far away and leads out onto the open road. Safety tasted a little closer with every step you took, the minute victory eased every fear and pain that had arisen since awaking.

You can hear the guy Leland knocked over screaming after you, calling out to what you can only assume are the other psychopaths on the small plot of land. Your muscles in your legs ache, as you push on, glancing back ever so often to make sure Leland was keeping up with you.

He had reopened the small cut near his ribcage. Your heart lurched, hoping it didn't get infected. Leland seemed unbothered however, hobbling on as if it was hardly an issue.

After what seemed like forever, you eventually pushed out the gate, making your way further up the road. The loud screams of the man slowly drowned out, until you could no longer hear the noise.

Once Leland was sure you were safe, he paused, leaning against a tree. After catching his breath, he gently took your face in his hand, giving you a once over.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he? That fucker... I should've done more. Stabbed him with-"

You cut him off, shaking your head gently, as you tried to process what had just happened.

"I...No..."

You struggled finding the words, as you finally allowed yourself a moment to catch up, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks. Then the silent cries turned into slightly loud sobs, as your whole body shook.

Leland gently moved his hands, wrapping you into a careful hug, as he rubbed your back.

"Hey... hey... it's okay, we're okay," he whispered reassuringly.

You hear his words but don't listen, the world blurring around you. The adrenaline was slowly starting to wear off, and all you wanted was to be back home. Everything around you seemed to slip away, and you can hardly remember what happened after.

All you can recall is one minute you were crying on the road, and the next you were back in the van, hiding far away from the horror house, hoping the others would show. Leland had confirmed that Connie and Sonny had been alive, but they all departed after the maniac with the chainsaw ran after one of them, allowing the other two to escape.

Leland had found them before you, urging them to meet him at the van once they got out. Informing them he wouldn't step off this property until he knew you were out and safe.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, as you waited for the others. You were curled up quietly against his chest, the tears just now stopping, your body calming. The slow rise and fall of your chest was the only indicator to Leland that you were even alive.

There's several times you hear of how a near death experience affects people. How the adrenaline runs in your veins, your life flashing before your eyes. All the things you still hadn't done, the life you wanted to lead slipping out in a hazy blur. Part of you wonders if Leland had those same thoughts.

You wouldn't have wanted to be found by anyone else, knowing he was the one person that would know how to keep you from spiraling. To keep you calm.

You nestled a little deeper against him, hands slinking around his waist, mindful of his somewhat new wound. He didn't seem to mind the closeness, resting his chin on your head, a hand gently combing through your hair in soft smooth motions. A gentle comfort to each other.

Leland closed his eyes softly, letting out a quiet sigh.

"I was so scared I'd lose you..." Leland whispered, closing his eyes, as his other hand pulled you closer to him. "After seeing where we ended up I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do if I couldn't find you. I... I can't live without you."

You carefully moved to study his face, staring up at him with wide eyes. Leland has always been so strong to you. In the many years you'd known him, he cried rarely. Usually it was him quietly reassuring you. To see him practically fall apart made your heart ache. You're surprised when his eyes open and they're a little glassy.

Leland's hand moved to carefully cup your face, as he let out a somewhat dry laugh.

"This is what it takes?" he whispers, and you can't tell if he's talking to you or himself. You're unsure what he's even talking about. You shift slightly, placing your hand over his.

"Leland?"

Your voice is the calm amidst the chaos. A comfort for him. It seems to be a reminder. Leland shakes his head quietly, chewing his bottom lip. Your heart is racing, feeling a sudden shift in the enclosed van. Tension is thick in the air, practically suffocating, as you take in a sharp inhale.

The way Leland is staring at you makes you practically shrink, your whole body blushing.

"Wanna know what's stupid? My life was on the line, I was terrified of it, and all I could think was I can't believe I'm going to die never telling you things. How I feel. I told myself if I make it out of this, I won't risk that again. Now that I'm in front of you, it's... so much harder than it seemed it would be. I still am... such a coward."

Leland's voice gets quieter with each word he's speaking, until he's whispering at you almost like he was still afraid of getting caught. Your shoulders tensed, trying to understand his words. You had often fantasized of a moment such as this many nights over, however it was never like this. Part of you was worried you might somehow manage to misinterpret his words, tearing each sentence apart and analyzing if he could mean anything different than what you wanted.

"Leland..."

He cuts you off, gently taking your hand off his and holding it with both of his own. The brunette shakes his head softly, his brown eyes staring up at you intensely.

"No. Don't speak... not yet. If you do I might lose my nerve," Leland begins, his grip on your hand tightening a little. "I've known you since we were kids... have been in love with you since we were sixteen. It felt like before we had all the time in the world. I was so... scared you wouldn't feel the same. If it's not broken don't fix it... you know? But I... I don't want to talk around it anymore. I want you. It's always and only ever going to be you."

You meet his gaze with an unwavering look, heart racing, as his words sink it. Part of you is convinced you passed out from blood loss, and all of this is a hazy dream. Leland's words don't feel real, and the only thing keeping you grounded are his careful fingers wrapped tightly around your hand. They're warm against your skin.

You try to find the words, your mind racing. Leland is staring at you with such desperation, his split lip sticking out, almost in a silent pleading. Begging for you to be merciful with his heart.

The van suddenly feels hundred of degrees hotter, your skin flushing, as you bat your eyelashes up at him, still a little stunned. Like him you stumble over your words.

"Leland..."

You feel his temperature increase in your hands, his heart racing wildly at the way you say his name. Leland blinks back at you, that hopeful look shining in his eyes. You, like always, had his full attention.

The words never leave your lips. Instead you were slinking forward, closing what little space remained between you too. The world seemed to slow down, when your faces were close, your noses barely touching. Leland's hand moved to brush your hair behind your ear, as his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

You nodded, scared that by speaking the moment will be broken.

When his lips touch yours, your heart flutters, eyes flickering closed. His hand moved to the back of your neck, carefully cradling it, as he urged you closer. You can taste the blood on his mouth from the minor cut, shifting in his lap.

Your heart drops when he lets out a quiet wince, his free hand moving to his waist. You slowly pull back, heart racing, as you study his wound.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

You're surprised when Leland cuts you off with a quiet laugh, smiling up at you.

"Are you kidding? I'd break every bone in my body if it meant I could feel your tender caress," Leland whispered quietly, adjusting his position, the wound forgotten once again. Then the brunette blushed slightly, closing the space between you once again, as he pulled you between his legs.

"Don't worry about hurting me... Not anymore."

Leland's hands gently snake around your waist, as he stares up at you. You'd never seen him smile up at you like that. At anyone for that matter. It was almost like... a crooked smile, his eyes lit up.

"I want to kiss you again... really I want to never stop but..."

He seemed rather proud of the statement, laughing quietly to himself, before meeting your gaze once again.

Your hands gently went over his shoulders, resting on his back, as you smiled back at him. He took that as an invitation, getting on his knees and wrapped you into another kiss. This one wasn't near as gentle as the first, his lips moving intensely against yours, as his hand reached the back of your head again.

He smiles against your lips, another soft chuckle leaving his lips, as his lips move down your jaw. Leland then seems to catch himself, freezing against you, before stopping and looking at you. The scarlet flooding his cheeks makes you smile a little, as he shifts a little.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't ex-"

Nothing mattered in that moment. Everything outside of the tiny van no... outside of Leland faded away. The only thing that you could see were his soft brown eyes and the gentle look on his face. You shook your head, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt, as you pulled him forward a little.

"Leland, I want you."

You didn't think it was possible for his face to get redder, as he looked up at you through his thick lashes, chewing his bottom lip. He didn't seem opposed to the idea, his body warm beneath your fingers, as his hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing them.

"Are you sure...?"

With everything that had happened today, you were desperate for a little sense of normalcy. To let off some of the pent up stress from moments ago. Almost losing everything made you only more assured that this is what you wanted. To take advantage of every quiet moment alone with the boy.

"Yes. I don't want to wait."

You'd been waiting for the man long enough.

Leland's smile makes your heart flutter, as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the floor of the van. Everything seems to fade away as he carefully unbuttons your shirt, trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"You're so beautiful..."

He praises quietly. While Leland was no stranger to seeing you bare, often with years of friendship you two had been comfortable enough to change in front of each other. However this time his glances didn't have to be subtle. He could worship your body the way he always believed you deserved.

You squirm a little beneath his mouth, letting out a soft moan, when his teeth subtly graze against the skin just above your breast. A faint purple mark settles in it's place, when his lips move to another patch of skin. Everywhere his mouth touched grew warm, only for the cool air to hit it after he moved. The sensation makes her skin crawl, as Leland's hands move to your back, making quick work to unclasp your bra.

Like your shirt it was quickly discarded, his lips moving to your breasts themselves. Every touch is subtle and soft, his tongue running along your nipple. Your back arched slightly in response, when his teeth wrapped around it.

Leland seemed rather pleased with the way your body reacted, letting out a quiet hum of amusement, before moving to your other breast. While kissing, his hands trailed down the length of your body, squeezing your sides once again, before slipping into the belt loop of your pants. With a careful tug they started to slip down and he stopped kissing for a moment, looking up to see your reaction.

After seeing you still enthusiastic for his touch, he smiles, slipping them off. His lips trail down your midriff. Leland's tongue is tickling against the more sensitive spots on your skin, as your stomach sucks in and you let out a quiet giggle which slips into a moan the second he bites you again.

There's nothing subtle about his movements, however he's careful, ensuring to be gentle. Leland worked with determination, his long fingers removing your underwear at an agonizingly slow rate. You wiggled your hips a little, hoping to encourage him. He smiled up at your response, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"Already so needy..." he teased, his hands gently running up and down your thighs. Leland's eyes shined every time he saw your body react to his touch, almost like it was a reward itself for him. "I plan to take my time."

It was clear he was rather pleased with himself. You huffed slightly, chewing your bottom lip, as you smirked down at him, your undergarments now completely removed.

"I'll remember that next time."

Leland looked up subtly between your legs, as he continued to kiss on you.

"Next time huh? I like the sound of that."

You scoffed, ready to quip back, when you felt his tongue gently tease your entrance, making you let out a surprised moan. Your thighs squeezed together slightly, glaring down at him when he pulled back.

"You're so pretty when you're desperate for my touch," he whispered quietly, his lips returning to your thighs. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel real good."

Leland covered your left thigh in small bruises and bitemarks, before moving back to your entrance. This time his tongue dove in a little more aggressively. It moved slowly, exploring your insides. One hand rested on your waist, the other carefully squeezing your right thigh.

Your own hands ran through his hair, as you tried to push his head a little deeper, shifting beneath his mouth. As expected it did little, only seeming to make his tongue slow down.

"Leland..." you pleaded quietly, letting out an annoyed whine when he pulled away completely. Leland crept upwards, towering over you a little, his grip on your thigh tightening. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he tilted his head to the side.

"Hmm?" he hummed innocently in response.

You stared up at him unamused, which only seemed to encourage him. Leland let out a little laugh, kissing his way back down.

"Tell me what you want. Use your words," Leland whispered against your skin, smiling coyly at you. God if you didn't need to cooperate to get what you wanted, you'd smack that smug look right off his face. Or fuck it off.

"Leland please... move your tongue faster," you replied.

Before you could even finish the sentence, his tongue slipped back in, adhering to your request a little. It wasn't quite the pace you wanted, however before you could complain his hand slipped off your thigh, gently rubbing along your clit. Your hips jutted forward in response, and you felt him smile against you.

You couldn't sit still, the more he slowly worked on you, desperate to increase the speed at which he moved. Each time your hips squirmed however, the pressure from his finger would move. He was teasing you and enjoying every moment of it.

He slowly pulled back again, smiling up at you.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows just who you belong to," Leland purred, and before you could respond, his tongue darted inside of you again, his fingers moving in a rather quick rhythm.

It isn't until about the third movement you realize he's spelling his name inside of you, causing your stomach to tighten, as the familiar heat builds inside of you. Between the claim Leland's making on you with his tongue and the quick movements of his fingers, you're unwound completely beneath the man.

Every quiet little gasp and moan only seems to encourage him further, as he places your legs on his shoulders to get a little deeper. Your hands tighten on his hair, pushing his head in, as your breathing becomes ragged.

"Leland..."

The way his name leaves your tongue drives him wild between your legs, as he continues working you to that point. His tongue is moving frantically inside of you. L-E-L-A-

He doesn't even get to finish the spelling this time, before your thighs clench around him, and your body shakes a little beneath his tongue. That doesn't seem to stop him however, determined to finish his spelling, as he continues to lick around you.

When Leland pulls back, he seems rather pleased with himself, towering over you once again. The hand that had been on your waist moves to carefully grab your chin.

"That's my good girl," he whispered softly, licking his lips. Leland smiled slightly at the taste, savoring every little response you gave him. He then kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and swirling around. You can feel Leland smiling against your lips as you deepen the kiss. Your mind is still foggy from the orgasm, drunkenly moving your own tongue inside his mouth.

When he pulls away, he's still smiling, resting his forehead against your own.

"Think you can handle any more," Leland asks quietly, rubbing his hips against your own. You let out a breathy moan, feeling how hard he is through his pants against you. That seems to almost sober you, as you nodded.

His eyes shine, as he guides your hands up, helping him pull his shirt off. You studied his muscled chest, fingers carefully running along his abdomen, then gently grabbing his waist.

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you already, grabbing the belt buckle of his pants and quickly undoing it. Leland has no complaints with your actions, helping him slip off the last of his clothes.

You're surprised however to see him just staring down at you. He looks so... peaceful. Content, as he studies your naked form.

"What?" you ask quietly.

Leland's smile only widens as he leans down, kissing your ear, his voice just above a whisper.

"You're just so beautiful. Not just your body but just... everything. I'm enamored by you."

His praise makes your whole body warm, glowing with joy, as he continues to kiss along your neck. God you were just so perfect to him. He couldn't control himself. He wanted to get lost in every curve of your body.

Leland reached down guiding himself in. He's slow at first, giving you time to adjust, before fully slipping in. You let out a slight shiver, gently caressing his face, as you smiled up at him. Leland began to thrust inside of you in careful slow movements in response, his lips now moved down to your breasts again.

He loved the way your body felt against him, as his pace increased a little, noticing the little pout you gave him. Everything about his touch, his movements, were gentle. Very aware of how you were feeling, leaning into your queues.

It was evident that his pleasure came secondary to yours, as he ground your hips against him, making him increase his speed. Leland wanted your first time with him to be completely in your control. After everything that had occurred today, he wanted to do everything in his power to give you a sense of security.

Leland's hands gently ran up the sides of your body, as he let out a low moan himself, feeling you tighten around him. His face twisted in pleasure, as he moved a little deeper against you.

The response only made you feel a wetter beneath him, as Leland ran into that particularly sensitive spot. Her back arched in response, the more Leland got to know your body, the quicker he was with catching your reactions and acting on them. Every careful touch and kiss was made with calculated precision.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he moaned, struggling to control himself.

The words made a quiet moan of your own escape your lips, shouting his name, as he continued ramming into that one spot, each thrust a little quicker than the last. You matched his speed with ease, eager to bring up to that point.

You could feel him brush against all the sensitive areas inside of you, which only further drove your desire, as your nails dug into his back. The gentleness when you had started had completely faded into a more passionate tango, Leland's thrusts becoming more feral. The way he moaned your name only seemed to turn you on more, now so slick he could easily slip in and out of you.

You enjoyed every little whimper and moan that escaped the brunette's lips, as you tightened around him a bit more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Leland then lets out a rather loud moan, releasing inside of you. He twitches a little, that shooting sensation making your back arch. After a few moments, he slowly slips out, letting out a breathy sigh. Leland rolls onto his back beside you, letting out a little laugh.

"I needed that... I've wanted..."

He can't seem to string the words together through his labored breathing, running a hand through his sweaty hair, as he turns slightly to face you. Leland smiles when his eyes meet yours, reaching out to pull you close to him, as he presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You... have no idea how many nights I laid awake thinking about you. How desperately I wanted... and now I have you. You feel the same. You... are just everything to me right now."

He rested his chin on your head, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. He didn't even mind that you were sweaty, inhaling quietly. Leland was rather fond of your musk. It was no secret, especially now, that he was fond when it came to a lot of things about you.

You only purred in response, nestling deeper into his chest and kissing it affectionately.

"Fuck... Leland that was so much better than I ever imagined..."

Leland smiled softly in response, his sleepy eyes crinkling slightly. He never wanted to let go of you.

"I love you."

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips, and you stiffen in his grasp, stunned. You hadn't expected it, and based on the way his body seemed to tense up and flinch it seemed he hadn't been expecting it either. You slowly lifted your head, your heart fluttering.

"I'm sorry," Leland quickly added, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You'd known Leland long enough to know he was always rather impulsive. It didn't lessen the extent of his words for you, as you gently reached up, grabbing his face in your hands. You smiled sweetly, before climbing on top of and straddling the man.

"I love you too," you assured him quietly, adoring the relief on his face and the way he seemed to relax beneath you, as you kissed him intensely. Leland McKinney. A name you never wanted to forget.

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