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muniimyg · 11 months ago

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4: the cold // series m.list

note: reblogging w fic taglist cos the limit is annoying n my posts keep glitching </3 sorry for the long wait! i literally finished c2u and was working on c2u's extras as well as attempting to keep my life together LOL . this jk is literally GETTING INTO IT YUHHH . hope everyone is enjoying the story ,, i'm so excited for the rest ! we're halfway thru :( if u missed aao jk ,, lmk ur fave moment of his as of now huhuhuuuu

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Picture this.

Jungkook sent you a text, claiming to be sick. He said:

jungkook (liar) 3:09PM: no fr i get so dizzy standing up lol

jungkook (liar) 3:09PM: deadass i’m wearing like 7 layers and i’m chilly af .. need the warmth of ur arms, baby 🙏🏼

jungkook (liar) 3:10PM: do u think u can come by w some medicine? i’d owe u like… my whole heart

jungkook (liar) 3:10PM: nvm gave that to u already 😘✋🏽

Your natural response to his concerning text messages was to call him. When you called to check up on him, you noted how he coughed at every perfect pause... How his voice was toned groggy with a hint of pathetic.

Just as pathetic as his lie.

Does he think you're dumb? Fine. Two can play this game.

The second Jungkook opens the door and is greeted by his friends, grinning goofily with alcohol in their hands—he feels the urge to shut the door at their face. “Ah, for fucks sake—”

“Not so fast!” Hobi squeals as he grabs your wrists and tugs you from the back of the crowd to the front. Offering you to Jungkook, Hobi winks, “I believe this belongs to you.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at the sight of you.

Lowering his head, he purses his lips for a kiss. You blink at him, letting him stand there like a fool. A few of his friends chuckle at the rejection, but it doesn’t dishearten Jungkook. Instead, he lifts his head and carries on.

Hey, the kiss was worth a shot.

With a patient tone, he tries to talk this out. “I thought it was just going to be you coming over...”

Shrugging at him, you answer; “And I thought you were sick.”

"Well, what can I say? I always feel better whenever you're around." Jungkook chides.

Unimpressed, you tsk at him. “Nice try, buddy.”

Your hunch was right.

Jungkook wasn't sick.

There was no eye bag in sight, no cough to be heard, and with the short amount of time it took him to answer the door; he doesn't seem dizzy at all. If anything, he looks freshly showered and prepared.

For a sick man, his 5PM fit was rather suggestive. He's wearing jeans, and a white wife beater with an off-white button-up unbuttoned. He must know he's hot, right? He wore this on purpose.

"A little dressed up for someone who should be pretending to be sick..." you poke his chest.

Jungkook grins, instantly shrugging his button-up off. "Oh, my bad. Here, I'll undress and—"

"Jungkook!" you gasp as you tug his button-up back on. "Your friends are here! Don't be so shameless—"

"Whose fault is that?" he laughs. "___, was I not clear when I asked for you? You. Not the circus.”

“Hey!” Nam Joon cries from the crowd. “Are you calling me a clown?”

Jungkook lifts his head and shakes it. Smiling at his hero, he assures Nam Joon; “Not you, hyung. I love you.”

Earning a few laughs, the moment ends when Jin interrupts and pushes past you. Jungkook places his arm in front of your body, gently moving you against the wall. He shoots Jin a glare but Jin doesn't seem to catch on. He makes one final comment before inviting himself into Jungkook's home; “Stop sucking Joon's dick and let us in!”

As his friends cheer and begin to invade his home, you stand still and laugh at them hustling in. As they make random remarks, Jungkook warns them not to touch certain things in his living room and that his bedroom is off-limits. Walking in, his friends can't help but feel out of place when they spot the homecooked meal Jungkook prepared for you two. The table is all set up. The projector is ready to go in the living room corner, accompanied by the ever so comfy set up of pillows and fuzzy blankets on the couch… The fuzzy blanket on the couch that Taehyung and Hobi have now wrapped themselves in.

Yeah..

Jungkook did not see this coming. He groans at the very sight. His plans were ruined.

Once Jimin gets his little ass inside, you take that as your cue to head in. You duck under Jungkook's arm and just as you think you’re about to get away—he stops you. He takes a step back and swoops his other arm around your waist.

“Not so fast.”

You huff. “Okay. I’ll walk in slow motion—”

“___…” Jungkook says in a warning tone. “Yah, I said I was sick and you show up here with my friends?”

You poke his chest. “I had a feeling you were up to no good. I brought reinforcement.”

For the most part, Jungkook likes to think he has you figured out. Then, you pull shit like this and he is completely tongue-tied.

Jungkook can’t help but applaud your move. It’s petty and nonchalant… It’s well played. Yet, he feels bittersweet at the very realization that you’ve outsmarted him so early on.

To be fair, his main moves are centered around lies.

… Is it so wrong that he thought he could at least get one last good lie before facing the truth?

The truth is that he has grown to like you so much he has completely lost control of his words and thoughts. Every time he’s around you—that’s it. That’s the entire moment. That’s his entire world. He doesn’t know how to keep it that way, you know? He hasn’t figured out how to freeze time and just be with you. So, he lies. He lies in an attempt to make the moment last just a second longer.

He knows he could have you with a simple conversation and his bunny smile. He knows he’s kindhearted and would be a great boyfriend if you let him… He’s just having a hard time navigating through all the feelings. They consume him faster and fiercer than he expected. The only way to keep up is to keep you near, and the only way to keep you near is to keep making excuses.

Thus, this week’s excuse.

He huffs at you. "A home-cooked meal, a movie on my projector, and comfy blankets... Means I'm up to no good? Come on, ___. This is ridiculous!"

"You've been so mischievous ever since—"

"It was just the ice skating thing!" Jungkook defends himself.

"It was also the pocky thing—"

His eyes light up. Jungkook’s lips curve into a smirk. "Ah... Thinking about our kiss, huh?"

Now you feel sick.

Was he serious? How does he do this to you? He says everything so bluntly and out of pocket, your tummy has no choice but to flip upside down and feel all the butterflies flutter.

"N-no!" you panic.

"Pucker up and prove me wrong," Jungkook insists, shutting his eyes and pursing his lips at you. "Like you said, I'm not sick. Kissing me won't get you sick—love sick, maybe..."

You cross your arms at him.

"Jungkook."

Opening his eyes one at a time, he puts his hands up and lets you go. He'll admit defeat here. Clearly, you aren't happy with his moves...

He'll try this.

He'll try honesty.

“___," he smiles, attempting to lighten the mood. "Hey, I was trying to—”

“Flirt?” you finish his sentence. “Yeah, sure… Has it ever occurred to you that you can flirt with me without lying?”

His eyes widen.

“Does it bother you that much?” He asks, feeling like he is completely messed up. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought it was harmless—”

You shake your head, denying his accusation. It was deeper than that. It is the principal and the root of his lying being a habit in your relationship.

“It’s not that it bothers me that much… It's just... Y-you don't have to do all this, you know? I like getting to know you, but it feels like it's impossible. You keep setting up scenarios for yourself to look good in or for me to take care of you in. I'd do it regardless if you're hurt or not. You know that, right?"

"I do," Jungkook agrees. "I just..."

You look at him with sincere eyes. "Jungkook, I'm just not understanding... Why? It’s just weird to me that you were so confident and honest when you confessed. To be honest, I really admire that part of you. B-but now that you’re… That w-we’re…. Uhmm—it's different. You're acting differently. You can flirt with me all you want. It's whatever... But maybe try something else? I'm tired of you lying, Jungkook.”

He gulps.

"You want honesty?" Jungkook begins. "Here it is... I like you too much. Like, so much that I don't know what to do with myself whenever you're around—not to mention it's even worse when you're not. I want your attention. All the time. Everything about me for everything about you."

"Jungkook—"

"Can you wait for me?" He asks you unexpectedly. "Wait for me to get it right... Because I know I can. I will get it right."

When you two join everyone inside, Jungkook’s apartment is filled with so much chaos it’s difficult for him not to A) partake and B) be upset about everyone crashing his date night (by ambush).

Honestly, Jungkook’s been pretty busy lately. He’s been neglecting his social life as school, work, and you (not that he’s complaining) have been taking over. In a way, he finds it sweet that you ruined his plans with yours. Especially since you came in with all his friends. It was a nice surprise. He will definitely take note of your sneaky ways too.

By the time everyone gets hungry, there’s barely any space for anyone to eat. Some friends are sitting on the floor, eating off the coffee table or parts of the couch. Others are eating standing up, and the rest crowd over his tiny kitchen island and dining table. There are a few girls you’ve invited here and just as usual, you all went to the bathroom together. As you all enter back into the scene, there is absolutely no space.

“___!” Jin calls you over. “Eat with us.”

You look at the girls and exchange laughs. They tease you before pushing to towards the dining table. As you approach, you realize there’s barely space let alone a seat. Without much thought, you gravitate towards Jungkook who is sitting and eating. Squeezing your way through, he notices you and nods towards Hobi. Hobi then responds by handing you a plate of food Jungkook set aside for you. Taking the plate, you thank Hobi. Jungkook then pushes his chair back and just as he’s about to get up from his seat to give to you—

“No, it’s okay. Sit.” You insist.

“But you don’t have a seat—”

Then, it happens so naturally.

You place your plate on the table next to his and take a seat on his lap. When you do this, all the boys exchange looks but say nothing. Their eyes almost pop out of their head and Hobi even chokes on his food. He tries to hide it and turns away so you don’t think twice about it. They’re all aware of how shy you are and this? This was a big thing for Jungkook that they couldn’t ruin. You were finally coming out of your shell.

Thank god.

Meanwhile, Jungkook feels winded.

He can’t believe this.

He can’t believe you.

But given the circumstances… He might just have to. So, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he smiles at you warmly and tells you that he put all your favourites on your plate. He tells you to eat everything and that he ordered strawberry bingsoo for dessert.

“I love strawberries!” you gasp. Looking up, you bat your eyelashes and tease him, “yah, you make it too obvious you have a crush on me… You know that?”

Jungkook squints at you, followed by scrunching his nose. You lean against his forehead and mimic his little stare.

It takes everything in him to not lean in and kiss you.

Slowly but surely, everyone leaves. The only ones left are you, Jungkook, and the other 6 clowns. Yoongi and Jin went out to start the cars while Joon, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hobi finished up taking the trash out or washing the dishes.

You and Jungkook are tidying the living room. He thanks you for organizing the little get-together and apologizes again for lying to you about being sick. You tell him it wasn’t that serious—it was just built-up confusion and frustration. Further, you tell him that you don’t want him to see you as someone that he has to jump through hoops to spend time with. You tell him you want it too. You want to spend time with him too. You want to get to know him too.

You want to fall in love—

"I can do that," Jungkook nods, understanding where you're coming from. Your thoughts are interrupted as he fluffs the final pillow and grabs your hands. He squeezes them and then lets go. "But only if you stop being so oblivious. At least try, you know? It's hard for me too. Like, we're dating and I'm trying to woo you and shit—"

Dating?

Woo you?

Shit.

Your heart skips a beat.

"Wait," you pause. "Jungkook, a-are we dating?”

Just when he opens his mouth to speak, Hobi interrupts.

“___, let’s go! Jin wants to race Yoongi!”

Jungkook blinks at Hobi. “You’re not racing when ___’s in the car. Are you mad?”

Hobi lifts his hands. “Shit man, I’m just the messenger!”

Without skipping a beat, Jungkook turns to you with stern eyes. “I’ll drive you home.”

You decline. “You’re already home. Relax, it’s Jin. He’s all talk and no bite.”

“___…”

As a compromise, you promise him; “I’ll ride in Yoongi’s car.”

He thinks about it for a moment. Then, he realizes he has no other practical choice. “Fine. At least if you guys do race, you’ll be in the winning car.”

Hobi coughs. “Yo, what the fuck? I’m riding in Jin’s.”

You laugh and tell Hobi you’ll meet them out the door in a second. Hobi leaves immediately, yelling at Jimin to trade spots with him so he can ride with Yoongi. Once he’s out the door, Jungkook’s apartment falls in silence.

“.... I better get going,” you breathe. “I’ll see you around?”

Scanning his apartment, you smile at the sight of everything being tidy. Picking up your feet, you head towards the door. Like a sad puppy, Jungkook trails behind you.

As you head out, Jungkook feels an urge in his stomach to make this moment last longer. “Oh... S-sure. See you at the library tomorrow?”

“You hate the library.”

“No, I don’t—”

“It’s also Saturday tomorrow.”

Jungkook blinks at you. “I love spending my Saturdays in the library.”

Giggling at his awful attempt, you remind him, “hey, we just talked about you and your fibs—”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook surrenders. He puts his hands up and tilts his head. Pouting as you put your shoes on, he continues to ramble. “See what I mean? I say the wildest things just to be with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, plopping back up. Jungkook then helps you put your jacket on and gives you your tote bag. “Whatever you say, liar.”

He rolls his eyes at you. As you open the door, you face him with a silly face. He ruffles your hair as he bids his farewell, “Goodnight. Text me when you get home, baby.”

Then, just like that, the door shuts and Jungkook is all alone.

As he turns away and finally feels like he can catch his breath after everything that happened between you two tonight, he hears the door knock. Turning back, he reaches for the doorknob, opens the door, and sees you standing there.

“Did you forget something?”

“Goodnight kiss.”

He draws a blank.

“What—”

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat as you tiptoe and reach for the nape of his neck and pull him close. Leaning in, you press your lips against him and kiss him softly. Without hesitating, he kisses you back and chases your lips the second you pull away.

You pull away too fast for his liking.

“Okay, goodnight—”

He kisses you again, deepening it as much as he can. When you pull away to catch your breath, he sneaks in one last kiss. Then, he kisses your cheeks and turns you around. Before sending you off, he teases you one last time.

“Go away. I hate you.”

Laughing at his words, you realize that sometimes—they aren’t so bad.

Him and his lies.

You and your reading in between lines.

#bts fanfic #jungkook scenario #jk fic #jk f2l #jungkook drabble series #jungkook fluff #jungkook boyfriend au #bts f2l #bts fluff

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goodlouse · 3 months ago

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my thoughts on the two most recent games i've played (mouthwashing and silent hill 2 (2001)) which i've been thinking about alternately for the past few days for similar reasons

going to mention spoilers in here but this post will probably only be fully comprehensible to ppl who have experienced both games

not expecting many to read this but tumblr is quickly becoming my outlet for opinions that I can't rlly post on very public sites like tiktok where any criticism of a media means that I hate it and hate you for liking it. haterism be damned I actually got a net positive from playing both of these games!!

so I started playing silent hill 2 (original because I do not believe in/have the money to buy modern remakes) fresh off the back of silent hill 1 which is a game I REALLY enjoyed. I would EVEN say that sh1 is my number 1 cosiest game of the year.

sh2 is dirtier, bleaker and sleazier than sh1, and is lacking a lot of the occult aspects that I really liked. it's also like one of the most talked about games ever so like . i went into it with the knowledge of a few major plot beats and it took a long time playing to be able to take the game on its own terms.

i also took a little break halfway thru the game to stream mouthwashing for some curious friends. mouthwashing is a game thats very popular w streamers & youtubers and their audiences, so major plot points are also incredibly talked about. I mentioned this to a friend while setting up the game and he said I'll get something out of it anyway and then compared it to silent hill 2, which I kind of brushed off as a "psychological horror w unreliable narrator" thing (sorry choccy if you ever read this) but it turns out the two games are actually very similar in the way they draw my ire LOL

these things being: -sexual assault victim who doesn't have time in the plot to exist outside of her trauma. this is partially due to both plots being very tight and concise with no elements that don't serve a higher function BUT -this is then undermined by certain areas of gameplay dragging. for mouthwashing especially the last ~45 minutes felt very weirdly paced and unfortunately made me think of ppl who speedrun garten of banban in under 2hrs to get the steam refund, which resulted in later chapters being padded w drawn out segments.

The friends I was streaming for that have consumed more media than I have said that a lot of tropes in the game felt a bit derivative, but I don't know the things its deriding from BUT I wish mouthwashing would take more from the survival horrors its imitating in it's style. The gameplay between character interactions is limited to inputting codes you've read or corridors where there's only one correct route and everything else results in a reset - I think people that watched mouthwashing through a letsplayer might not truly get how understimulating that feels. Some more psychologically symbolic puzzles and riddles would not have gone amiss!

which brings me back around to silent hill 2, where I am legitimately just too stupid to do the 'collect and combine 3 items to progress' without a guide. because A) I don't intuitively clear out all rooms because I hate all combat encounters BECAUSE i am being too overly conservative with ammo so every enemy gets a fight to the death with melee weapons

i finished the game with a SURPLUS of ammo btw so that is partially on me for making myself struggle unnecessarily, but oh my goddd the prison/labyrinth section took so long!!

I also quite disliked eddie's plotline, which unfortunately literally just came down to his character design :/ his plot revolves around resentment over the way he's been treated for his appearance, but as a fat fuck myself my grievance was with the way he's been dressed by real world character designers that are falling on stereotypes. its juvenile in a way that betrays the subtlety of the rest of the game, and makes him seem infantile despite being so essential to james's arc. I genuinely think that a wardrobe change would have silenced my gut reaction of "what are they trying to say with this?", and its disappointing to see that the remake didn't take the opportunity when they did with maria

angela's plot was fascinating to me for depicting an abuse survivor with some imagery I've not really seen in other media! I think her character was written with a lot of respect, and her and eddie's plots feel like complimentary and cautionary tales to james, but it's very sad that ultimately her trauma was depicted as something that can't be lived with - this is something she shares with anya. I guess it's kind of disappointing that a womans struggle with sexual trauma ends in death in two games that are 20 years apart, I personally feel that theirs (and jimmy's suicide) is a bit of a tired trope

however. despite finishing extended periods of both sh2 and mouthwashing feeling annoyed and frustrated that they werent as tight as the rest of the game, but now that I've had days to process them my mind has been lingering on a few moments.

-pleasantly surprised by how legitimately startling pyramid heads introduction, really good use of unsettling imagery -sh's soundtracks always hit at the moments it counts -the last hour of sh2 had me in tears, mary's letter was bittersweet and I love how the tone completely changes depending on the ending. as someone that likes the occult stuff in the other sh games I loooove the implications of the rebirth ending but I appreciate it seems a bit left field in this standalone plot

-jim & curly's ladder conversation in the cockpit, I think that one stuck with me especially as the one defining moment in both of their outlooks, the wealth and status inequality that still leaves both of them wanting more out of their lives.. the guilt and resentment that can come of circumstantial success etc etc -similarly the dead pixel convo -swansea's honest monologue -the glitch effect after anya's suicide was REALLY cool visually, it felt like the one defining moment where mouthwashing really took advantage of its medium

TLDR I feel like I learned a bit about what I like and dislike in psychological horror by playing these two side by side, defintely interesting research while I'm drafting a horror comic with a dreamlike atmosphere... :)

#mouthwashing #silent hill 2 #OPINIONS INSIDE #sorry i really do think this much about games critically because i have secret dreams of quitting artist alley and becoming a breadtuber #silent hill

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mothergold · 1 year ago

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| Falling on Pavement |

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, No Pronouns for Reader, He/Him Pronouns for Lucifer, Fluff, Implied Slow Burn, First Kiss, Strangers -> Friends -> Lovers, Reader is bad at feelings, Reader is Oblivious, It kinda gets a little suggestive towards the end lol, Open Ending, 1.7k words.

A/n: Uhm i just wanna kiss Lucifer <3

Summary: When Lucifer asks you to go on a little night time walk, who are you to refuse?

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @tighnarly @themovingcastlez

It had been a long day at the hotel and everyone had run off to do their own thing, and that’s when you decided to rest on the couch. You’d flipped through the various channels and ended up landing on something that was halfway interesting. That’s when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, looking to the right you saw Lucifer standing there, a little awkwardly, too.

“Lucifer?” You called out.

His body stiffened before quickly turning to you and (trying) to laugh it off. “Mhm, yeah?”

“Are you okay..?” You questioned.

He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Oh yeah, I’m okay.”

“Lucifer.” You pressed.

“Okay, okay, truth is I had something I wanted to ask you.” He admitted sheepishly.

You tilted your head in curiosity, waiting for what he was about to ask.

Lucifer fiddled with his thumbs as he slowly approached you. “Well, I was, uh, just wondering if maybe you’d like to go on a walk.. with me.. alone.”

“Oh.” You said without thinking. “Shit, sorry that’s not what I meant to say.”

Lucifer seemed to lean away for a split second before he heard your actual response.

Your next reply was more enthusiastic. “I’d love to!” Already you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and embarrassment swimming in your chest. “Lemme go grab my shoes real quick, then we can go.”

Lucifer nodded and waited patiently for you to get your shoes on and meet beside him for this walk that was now lowkey making the both of you panic internally. Sure, the two of you had been more than well acquainted with since your arrival at the hotel, but there had always been this odd tension between the two of you that you could never quite put your finger on. Lucifer opened the door for you, holding it open as the two of you took a stroll down the street. You took in all the usual sights and sounds but this time with Lucifer beside you, talking to you. It was such an unusual feeling, enjoying the world around you with him by your side. Or at the very least it was weird to do such normal, mundane things with the king of hell beside you. It felt weird, like you were almost out of place here, but you shook away those thoughts.

You continued walking as Lucifer pointed out different places and the memories he had held onto with each place. It was when Lucifer pointed out the next nostalgic place that he had accidentally bumped his arm against your chest, which made the both of you instantly become hot with embarrassment. He looked at you first but then quickly averted his eyes, too ashamed to make eye contact with you. You wouldn’t even look at him, your eyes glued to the ground as you listened to Lucifer say multiple apologies. There was a moment of silence before anyone said another thing, the both of you were far too nervous to say a damn thing, but eventually you chose to speak up.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was just an accident. I’m sorry for not saying anything afterward, that was kind of shitty.” You admitted. You were a little ashamed for not forgiving him right on the spot, but in all honesty you were really embarrassed.

He turned to face you and you did the same, and as he spoke you took in each and every word he said. “You have nothing to apologize for. So, please, don’t.” He smiled at you, and just as he was going to say something else you saw something that filled you with fear.

You never told anyone before, even after joining the hotel, that before you had been welcomed into this safe haven, you had lived under one shitty ass roof with a very sketchy demon. That same demon you lived with for so long was the exact reason you came to the hotel. To be honest, you were ashamed to admit you made a deal with someone you most definitely shouldn’t have. You knew that if anyone at the hotel found out they’d try their best to find a way out of your deal. At least that’s what the fear told you every time you wanted to confide in anyone at the hotel. You hadn’t seen the guy since you escaped that night, and how you managed to escape his sights for so long was beyond you, but you weren’t about to cross paths with him anytime soon.

So, without warning you dragged Lucifer down a nearby alley and told him to be quiet, adding a hand over his mouth for extra measure. This was definitely going to come back and bite you in the ass in a few moments. Logically you knew he had nothing to be afraid of, but you were too scared of who you had just seen to let logic dictate your actions. You hadn’t seen him in quite some time, so you couldn’t help but let your initial instinct upon seeing him, be to run and hide. You waited until the coast was clear and the demon had completely walked out of view for you to weaken your grip. Lucifer pulled your hand off of his mouth and looked at you with a face of worry.

“So, mind telling me what all that was about?” He asked.

You sighed and tried to stand up and balance yourself before confiding in him, but as luck would have it you completely lost your balance and fell into his arms. It was almost too comical how coincidental it was, as if the afterlife was trying to throw you a bone, but it wasn’t like that between you and Lucifer. Was it? Sure, you had your tension with him and of course you had your wholesome moments with him just like you did with anyone else, but that didn’t mean you wanted him in any other way.. Right?

In the split moment that you had lost your balance and fallen into his arms, you had begun to think back to all your times with Lucifer, especially the ones where it was just the two of you. The wheels in your head started turning and thinking back to how your chest pounded everytime you were near him, or how you stared at him longer than others did, and the many other instances in your head in which time seemed to stop around him, you had begun to realize he was never just a friend to you. Fuck, you kind of knew that already, but you were just.. Not quick on the uptake. You’d never been good with feelings, even as a human, but this was a new low even for you, or maybe it was simply denial. You had soon forgotten the realization and the emotions that came with it once you looked up at Lucifer, gazing deep into his eyes.

His eyes were half-lidded and filled with yearning. Your chest began to throb, your body aching for his touch, and your hands slowly slid up the wall of the alleyway to entangle with his hands. Everything in your body was screaming for you to stop what you were doing, telling you that this was a bad idea. You didn’t know how it was wrong, but something about it felt too good to not be a sin. Before you realized it Lucifer had moved his hands so that they held onto yours. Instinctively you pushed your body against his as he leaned his face close to yours, he was mere breaths away from you when his lips hovered over yours. You waited with bated breath until his lips finally pressed up against yours.

Whether it was right or wrong mattered not to you anymore, the only thing you cared about was his lips against yours. You struggled to get as close to him as possible, even slithering underneath his skin wouldn’t have been enough for you. You had a sudden urge to devour him whole, eager to taste all the king of hell had to offer. Slowly your hands slid down from his hands, your nails scratching him as you made your way down. Once your hands had been at the same level as his hips you began to slide them underneath his shirt, lightly tracing a trail up his back with your nails. Lucifer opened his mouth in a breathless gasp, as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, but it wasn’t long before his mouth made its way back to your mouth. Just like an animal craving something unattainable Lucifer slid his hands down to your hips and pulled you close to him.

It was shocking to think that this was your first kiss. That something passionate and hot could be the beginning of something so sweet and honest. As much as you wanted to continue this.. Amazing experience, you couldn’t help but pull away breathlessly. You looked up into Lucifer’s eyes and let out an airy chuckle.

“That was.. Wow.” You said quietly.

Lucifer rubbed the back of his head, looking to the side and chuckled at your comment. “Yeah.. Wow.” He replied.

You waved your hands in front of you frantically and apologized. “I’m so sorry! We shouldn’t have– I shouldn’t have done that, sir. Oh, fuck I’m so sorry.” You trailed off in a moment of panic, but a hand tilted your head up and you were then met with Lucifer’s empathetic expression.

“Hey, I liked it, and please, call me Lucifer.” He reassured you with a smile.

You opened your mouth to say something but Lucifer quickly shut you up with a kiss. He left you once again speechless and embarrassed. He held out his hand for you to hold and ushered you out of the alleyway.

“C’mon let’s head back.” He said smiling at you as if you were the greatest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

You nodded and squeezed his hand as the both of you made your way back to the hotel. You wondered what this meant for the both of you. What were you two now? Fuck if either of you knew. One thing you did know was that you definitely wanted to do that again.

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Catch-22 | ii

Nothing good ever happens after 2am.

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: angst, old heartbreak and some new heartbreak, mentions of hookups, crying, breakups, arguing, high school talk, mentions of insecurities, swearing, drinking, some fluff, sorry if i miss any!

hi everyone, was going to wait to post this later tonight but i am miserably tired and will probably go right to bed after work lol, so here you go. lots of backstory in this one! like I said, i plan on this story being a bit of a slowburn so please have some patience with me while we set the scene. i hope you’re liking this so far because i know i am :) as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻 (lightly edited my apologies)

The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the earth while green grass was tickling your feet as you tumbled through it. Your parents had given up on the battle of putting your shoes on, because you kicked them off every time they thought they had won. They were sat on a porch, looking out at you every now and again to check in, but we’re mostly caught up in chatter with the other set of parents sitting beside them. Life was simple; all you had to care about was toys and sleep, and maybe scoring well on a spelling test every now and again. In truth, as a six year old, there was no need to worry about anything more than that. Your whole life revolved around Disney movies and chocolate milk, shared most often with your best friend in the entire world.

Sam Kiszka was undoubtedly that person, from the very day you were born up until long after you moved away. Long before you were ever a thought in your parents heads, they had been good friends with Sam’s parents. Your older sister had the same relationship with Sam’s older twin brothers, and you had always been destined for the same fate. Between barbecues and beach days, school sports and sleepovers, your lives had been inevitably intertwined with the Kiszka’s since your very first day on earth. You never thought to complain, mostly because you never knew the difference. They were like an extension of your own family, and in truth, you saw them more often than you saw your actual aunts and uncles.

“Y/n!” Sam exclaimed, catching your attention. Your head turned in his direction, now uncaring for the doll clasped between your hands. A smile was on your lips, excited that he wanted your attention, but it was nothing new. You loved having his attention, and you loved when he was asking for yours. He was always your biggest priority, even back when you were that young. He was running towards you, something held tightly in his hands that you couldn’t see very well from the distance. You took off in a run, forever happy to meet him halfway. When you were within arms reach, he extended his hand out to you, showcasing what he was holding with pride.

“For me?” You asked, struggling with the pronunciation of the ‘r’ at the end of your word. The touch of the speech impediment was blatantly obvious, but he loved you too much to care about it.

“Yeah.” He nodded with a smile on his lips, too. It was nothing special, but it was incredibly important to you, just because it had come from him. He placed the cluster of dandelions he had picked for you in your hand, enthusiastic about his work.

“Thank you, Sammy.” You giggled, bringing them closer to your face to get a closer look.

“You’re welcome.” He beamed. “They’re pretty, just like you.” The childhood innocence was astounding; just two babies speaking from their heart, thrilled by each others company and hoping that your parents would never make you go home. You sat on the ground, crossing your legs and placing the flowers beside you. He wasted no time, sitting down with you, always wanting to do the same thing that you were doing. “We’re gonna be best friends forever, you know.”

“I hope so.” You agreed, amused easily by picking strands of grass from the ground.

“And when we grow up, we’ll get married, just like my parents, ‘cause that’s what best friends do.” He continued, falling back on the ground and looking up to the sky. You laid down next to him, gazing longingly at the clouds. At that age, everything seemed so much more wondrous, so much more beautiful. Colours were brighter, and the world was not yet tainted by the darkness of adulthood. Happiness was the most you knew, diminished only occasionally with sadness that stemmed from a broken toy or a scraped knee. The biggest struggle back then was when your mother made something you disliked for dinner and that bedtime was at eight. It was so much simpler, so much better. The kids in your class were not old enough to be mean, and even if they were, it never mattered because Sam was always by your side.

“M-married?” You struggled with the word, but once again, he didn’t care. He was too busy planning a life full of toy trucks and Barbie dolls, knowing that he loved you enough then to make space for your toys in his life, too, even if he didn’t necessarily like them.

“Yeah,” he said, looking over to you “we wouldn’t have to worry about our parents making us go home. We could stay up all night and play games together forever.” He theorized. Your six-year old brain thought it was the best idea in the whole world, even at that age knowing that a lifetime with Sam was a dream come true. Even if you didn’t fully know what it meant, you couldn’t think of any downsides of his plan.

“That would be awesome.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“It would be the best.” He corrected, reaching across the grass and slipping his hand into your own.

You woke with a start, heart pounding in your chest and your forehead glistening with sweat. Your stomach was churning with unease, haunted by the innocent memories of your childhood. You sat up, head still spinning with intoxication as you looked around your room. Moonlight was pouring in the window, letting you know that it was nowhere near time for you to wake up. You found your phone tangled in the blankets, pulling it out to check the time. “Four in the morning?” You grumbled, feeling wide awake after your brain’s incessant recollection of your younger years. You did your best to stand, feeling yourself in a constant state of dizziness. You figured if you got some water into you, you could speed up your body’s process in returning to sobriety.

You creeped into the hallway, careful not to disturb any of your sleeping family members. You made it to the kitchen, feeling yourself relax as you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. You gulped as much of it down as you could, ignoring the nausea that came along with it. Before finishing the bottle, you grabbed some Advil and swallowed those down, too. Instead of returning to your bedroom, you took a seat at the kitchen table to let the water settle in your stomach. You felt a great deal better already, your eyes more focused and your heart resuming its normal rhythm, but your mind was still racing with memories similar to the one in your dream. You reached out to the fruit bowl sitting on the table, grabbing an apple in hopes that some good nutrients might aid your shaking hands and weak muscles. As you bit into it, you knew that the ailments were not because of a nasty hangover from alcohol; they were solely due to your body’s withdrawal from Sam.

He was the worst addiction you ever had, his effect on you similar to a fever that you just couldn’t kick. You were sweaty, shaky and delirious as you tried to bring your temperature down, but it only ever seemed to spike higher. You went through bouts of missing Sam, feeling the sickness creep in the longer you thought about him, but being face to face with him always seemed to debilitate you. Just when you thought you could rid yourself of the disease for good, he showed up out of nowhere, killing off any healthy cells and engulfing them with his existence. All of your progress gone in an instant, and he didn’t even care to see how badly he was hurting you. Sam was the only thing your body knew, and it craved him so desperately that it was excruciating to go without him, but it was so toxic that as soon as you felt his presence again, you thought you might die from the illness.

As much as you wished he would disappear, you knew that even after all this time, he was the beacon of light in your darkened universe. The only thing that would guide you home when you lost your way, yet also the very thing that you wished to run away from. Back then, he made home feel more like home, but now that he was gone, the lack of his presence made the loneliness scream even louder. The love never disappeared, but it seemed as though resentment grew around it, locking it up and throwing away the key. Even while knowing you held him in such contempt, you knew it was not the end of your story. It rarely ever was, and you believed that after years of manifesting that you would be intertwined forever, you cemented it so well that there was no escape from it, now.

It was the way you and Sam had always worked; you would be inseparable to the point where you started to believe that it truly was forever, and then something would cause a drift. It was either a huge blowout, or a silent goodbye. Neither were favourable because you both wanted to make it work so badly. You would stay away for a while, swear that it was the end and you would never double back on your word, then you would cross paths in a twisted way of fate, inevitably landing right back at the beginning. There was no better way to describe it than your conversation just a few hours before; one of you displeased with seeing the other, yet both of you knowing it was bound to happen despite your efforts at avoidance. Sooner or later, you and Sam always ended up back in each others arms, and eventually, you would be hurt again from the very thing you previously wished to have just once more.

The issue did not lie within a lack of love; the two of you loved each other beyond any measure of human comprehension, but you had absolutely no idea how to love each other properly. Destined to love and programmed to hurt. It was an exhausting process, and even after a lifetime of learning it so well, you hadn’t yet managed to discover the secret to breaking it.

Loving Sam would be the death of you, but the thought of anything at his hand was so comforting that you forgot about the fear of dying itself.

“I think I love you, Rapunzel.” The nickname was endearing, yet already overused in the short time since he had come up with it. He thought he was a genius when he rattled it off for the first time, the inspiration striking him while he sat below your window waiting for you to open it and allow him inside. Living just down the street from you made it so much easier to sneak out and visit, and it had become almost a nightly routine.

“I love you too, Sammy.” You laughed, keeping your voice quiet so your parents wouldn’t hear you. The last think you wanted was to get caught. You could deal with the consequences for yourself, but you’d be miserable if they stopped allowing Sam over.

He was your anchor in your house full of constant chaos; your oldest sister was constantly terrorizing you for taking too long in the bathroom (or for anything else she could think to be angry about), your youngest sister was still in elementary school and was always amidst temper tantrum, and your parents had become experts at fighting without saying a word. Peace and quiet was a foreign concept, and the nighttime routine that you and Sam found yourselves in was the best part of your day. He would sneak over just after dark when his parents believed him to be tucked into his room getting ready for bed. He’d throw a pebble at your window to let you know he was there, and you’d let him inside. You’d spend the rest of the evening together laying in bed, talking about your fears and your hopes and dreams, then he would begrudgingly make his way back home after a prolonged goodbye. It was predictable, but it was comforting, and it was the only constant in your life when everything else seemed so chaotic.

Eighth grade had taken an incredible toll on you. With puberty, your family’s new found tension, and your struggle with not fitting in with the rest of the girls was wearing you down, yet Sam still seemed to look at you the exact same as he always did; with love in his eyes and a smile on his face. Nothing in the world could change it, and he would still love you the same no matter what you looked like, because in his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in the world. You looked over at him, focused enough to notice that his adolescence was slowly fleeing him. His jawline was sharper and every now again his voice would crack. He sounded different and looked different, but he was the same as he always was. It seemed like time could not even begin to touch his character, nor the bond you had formed, and you were incredibly grateful for it.

“No,” he shook his head, looking down to meet your face “in love, y/n.” His voice was quiet, but it was no longer because of the fear of being caught. He was fearful of rejection and of ruining what you two had worked so hard at creating. You couldn’t explain the feeling that washed over you; it was not anxiety or any type of nervousness, nor excitement. It was comfortability, like what he said to you was less of a shock and more of a rite of passage.

“Yeah, me too.” You whispered. It did not matter that neither of you really knew what being in love meant, because you loved each other in every way you knew how, and that was the only thing that held any importance. Thirteen year olds had no true sense of reality or anything pertaining to growing up, but you knew that you wanted to be with each other and love each other in every way possible. He didn’t care about your bulky glasses or your weight, or any other differences you had from the other girls in your grade. He cared about you, and he cared so much that no other thirteen year old boy could even begin to understand it.

“Really?” He couldn’t hide the relief in his voice, and you thought it was quite endearing.

“Yeah.” You repeated, nodding your head.

“Oh, cool.” He sighed, relaxing back into the mattress. His head was rested atop a pillow that constantly smelled of his shampoo, and it was the same one you always held closest to you while you slept. Sam was your entire world, and always had been. The proclamation of love changed nothing except for giving you another way to express the way you felt for each other. “So, what now?” He asked. You looked down at your hands, fingers already intertwined with each others. You already had your head resting on his arm, leaning against him to steal the warmth straight from his body. “Does it change anything?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I think this is it.”

The memory was gut wrenching, shooting daggers straight into your heart. You weren’t sure if it was your drunken stupor or your broken heart, but you felt another round of tears begging to be shed. You craved so badly to be those innocent kids again, to go back and do it right without breaking each others hearts, but it was impossible. You craved to love Sam without any pain, but you knew that the pain shared between you both was too large to ever let go of. You were afraid that love, especially when it came to Sam, was nothing but violence. Even if the good moments were fantastic, you could not hold on to hope for a lifetime full of hurt.

The creep of footsteps could be heard down the hallway, but you were too drunk to clean yourself up before you were thrown into confrontation. Whoever dared to impose could suffer the consequences of your sadness. When the body presented itself at the other end of the kitchen table, you looked up to meet the concerned eyes of your youngest sister. “Hey, bug.” You quickly wiped away your tears. “What are you doing awake?”

Correction: you were willing to impose your sadness on anyone as long as it wasn’t her.

“You were upset when you came home tonight,” she said, referring to the state you were in after the bar. “I was worried, I couldn’t sleep.”

“You don’t have to worry, Ellie.” You assured her, sniffling back another sob. Your relationship with her was strange. When she was born, you hated her so badly that you asked your parents to bring her back to the hospital. When she started to get a little older and you realized that she was there for good, you began to warm up to her. By the time she was in school, your parents were working a lot and you took care of her more often than not. Your oldest sister, Brooke, helped as much as she could until she went off to college, but she was a lot busier with her personal life than you were, so you were most often the babysitter. You watched her grow up as you did, too, and she was your whole world.

“I do, though.” She replied, dismissing your own dismissal. “You cried yourself to sleep, and now you don’t want to be in your bed. The only time you don’t like sleeping in your bed is when Sam’s done something wrong. I know it reminds you of him.” For a fifteen year old, she was incredibly observant. “I thought you guys stopped talking?”

“We did, and we aren’t going to start again. Just ran into him at the bar. I’ll be okay, though. I’m always okay.” You assured her, closing your eyes to stop any more tears from falling.

“You always take care of me, y/n. Let me take care of you for once.” She said, unwilling to give up. Without permission, she took a seat next to you at the table after grabbing you another bottle of water. “Just because it’s happened a long time ago doesn’t mean it you have to be over it.”

“He’s like the plague.” You sighed, soothing your irritated eyes with the cold skin on the back of your hands. “He just… takes over, and I don’t know how to get rid of him. I try to forget about him, and then something else makes me fall in love all over again.”

“He was your whole world.” She shrugged, wishing there was some magic answer to ease all of the hurt you were feeling. “I mean… I remember Sam being here all of the time. He was around just as much as you were. You were best friends. He was your first love and your first heartbreak. It only makes sense for it to still hurt.” You nodded, knowing that she was right but still feeling as if you should be over him. “Do you still love him?”

You laughed at the thought, an empty smile on your lips as you pondered the best way to describe the feeling.

“I… I don’t know what else to tell you, y/n. I just think that we’ve been doing this for so long… you’re all I know.” He explained, avoiding your eyes at all costs. Your heart was breaking more with each word, your sixteen year old self never having faced such a massive loss before.

“And that’s a bad thing?” You asked, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I mean, we always talked about forever, Sam. You’ve always been my forever; I don’t need to know anything else.”

“You’ll always be my forever, Rapunzel.” He finally looked up, also unable to bear the thought of not living a life alongside you. “Just… right now, I need some space.” After sixteen years of being inseparable, you were trying your best to digest the thought of not spending every day with him. It killed you, but you were not willing to sacrifice your dignity for something that was not worth it. If he wanted to leave, you would hold the door just to make sure it wouldn’t hit him on the way out.

“Okay.” You took a long gulp of air, holding your breath and holding in the sobs begging to be heard. You walked to your bedroom door, twisting the handle and pulling it open. You stood by, waiting for him to take the hint.

“Okay?” He asked, hurt by your lack of fight. “That’s it?”

“That’s it, Sam. If you want to go, then go.” You said, lip quivering at the thought of him walking out. “If you want to break up with me, do it, but you don’t get to be upset when I let you. Why would I fight for you when you don’t want to fight for me?” He watched your face, agony striking him at the thought of being the cause of your pain. After a moment of shared silence, he gave a slow nod.

“Friends?” He asked, taking a step towards you. You watched in disbelief, unsure if he really thought you could remain friends after such a conversation.

“Yeah, sure.” You lied, knowing that once he walked outside, you had no intent of ever letting him back in. He gave you a sad smile, wishing he could hug you but knowing that it was best to leave you alone. He wasn’t even fully into the hallway before you were rushing to close the door, tears pouring down your cheeks at the idea of being without him.

“Do you remember the first time we broke up?” You asked, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “I know you were young, but-“

“I remember.” She said, cutting you off. “It’s hard to forget. I don’t think I ever saw you like that before.”

“When he left, I swore that would be the end of it, but I knew I was still in love with him.” You explained. “Just like every time after that. He left, I promised I was done, and then I’d let him come back. I let him hurt me so many times until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I had to go. You’d think after all of this time I would have learned my lesson, but I saw him last night and all I wanted to do was let him come back… let him come home.” You chuckled, shaking your head at your own stupidity. “The only thing I know how to do is love him, and the only thing he knows how to do is hurt me.”

“Do you think he changed?” She asked, listening intently to your words.

“I was hoping he did. He looks different, he acts different… god, he even sounds different, but when I look at him, something in his eyes always reminds me that it’s the same old Sam. I know that he hasn’t changed, which is good in a way, but that also means he’s still the exactly same person I fell in love with all those years ago, which is horrible.”

“Again, Sam?” You were angry, that much was clear. He cowered under the weight of your emotions, barely prepared for the blowout waiting to happen. “You let me fall in love with you just so you could break up with me again?”

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He muttered, running a a hand through his hair. “I didn’t… I missed you so much as a friend. When we got back together, I was so happy to have you around again that I didn’t realize I’m still not ready for a relationship.”

“Senior prom is in two months, Sam! What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“I still want to go with you, Rapunzel. That was never a question.” He said, desperate to ease your worry. He reached a hand out to you, hoping that touch might calm your hurt, but you brushed him off without second thought.

“What if I don’t want to go with you? Did you think of that?” You snapped, not really meaning it, but even if you wanted to go with him, you knew it wasn’t good for you. Every time you let Sam come back around, he just seemed to hurt you more. The happiness of your childhood was long forgotten and replaced by all of the pain he’d caused you. Sometimes, it was hard to even imagine the simplicity the two of you once felt together. “You know what? Just go. I don’t have time for this.” You shook your head, realizing you were fighting a losing battle.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispered, making a move to stand.

“I’m so sick of hearing that you’re sorry. Please go, and don’t try and come back. Im done, Sam.” You refused to look at him, completely missing the pain-stricken features of his face. He hated hurting you, yet it seemed like there was no way to resolve the issues without it. In hopes of avoiding any further trouble for you, he gave a small nod and turned to walk out of the room. Once again, you watched him walk away while deep down, you hoped that he would find his way back to you eventually. You were stuck, wishing so badly to escape the cycle, but more so than ever, it seemed like it was never ending.

You wished you could say that you stuck to your word, but when June of your senior year rolled around and nobody else peeked your interest as a prom date, you were left wondering why it would be so bad to go with Sam. You had always planned to do so, and you already had a dress that matched his tie. You wanted your last high school memory to be with your most important person, and it felt almost foolish to go with anyone else. So, with a shred of hope and a lot of courage, you asked Sam if he would still be willing to be your date to prom. He was ecstatic to accompany you and in truth, he was hoping you would change your mind after denouncing him from your life.

As friends, the two of you dressed to the nines and smiled through a night full of photographs. The awkwardness wore off almost immediately and you were back to your old selves, laughing over old memories and crying over your own stupidity. By the end of the night, you were both tipsy and reminiscing on the better times and confessing how miserable life was without each other. As if the stars had aligned perfectly to guide you into the darkest breakup of your life, a messy hookup cemented yours and Sam’s relationship as lovers once again. You graduated from high school and spent the entire summer immersed in each other. The air seemed different, more clear than it had been the last time you two had found your way back to each other. You had small fears about leaving for university, worried that your relationship was not strong enough to make it through the pressure of long distance, but it appeared that Sam was a changed man.

You spent your first year of university taking turns driving to see each other, spending every holiday glued together at the hip, and called whenever you had a spare minute. You survived your gruelling work with sweet messages from him and nights shared in your tiny dorm bed, and you were more in love with him than you ever thought to be possible. It was different than your younger years because back then, love didn’t mean all that much. You really didn’t know what it meant to love someone else so completely, and it all seemed a little silly in comparison to what you felt for him as you got older. He was your whole world, but even better than it was before. It seemed like the pain was obsolete, long forgotten and left in the past to die there. You both grew up, got out of your hometown and away from the same group of people who you saw every single day. It was a fresh start, something that you both desperately needed, and it served you well.

But, all good things must come to an end, and that time, the end was nothing short of catastrophic.

“Maybe you’re just too invested in the Sam you knew when you were kids.” She offered. “It’s been two years, y/n. If you still feel that way for him, maybe it’s worth a shot to try and get to know the new version of him.”

“I’d love to, but there’s something telling me that it’s just going to end the same way. It never seems like I can love him enough to make him want to stay.” Your voice cracked at the thought, the emotion too profound to hide. You loved Sam with every ounce of your heart and soul, but it never seemed like it was good enough for him, and it never mattered in the end, because he was bound to break you every time you let him get close.

“It’s up to you whether you want to talk to him or not. You know your heart the best, and you know him the best. If you don’t think it’s worth it, then please don’t give in to him. If you think he deserves another chance, then do it. Whatever you decide, I’ve got your back, and whatever you do, just don’t let him make you think that you’re not good enough, because it’s not true.”

“Thank you, bug.” You reached out for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You should get some sleep and stop worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you, and you always worry about me. It what we do.” She shrugged. “Are you going to bed, too?” You nodded, looking at the time displayed in green numbers on the stove.

“Yeah, probably should.” You said, but you were in no rush to get up and go. Your bed was haunting you with Sam’s memory, making it impossible to forget about him even in a slumber. His name was plastered on the walls and his face had seeped into the foundation, making it impossible to get away. He was the whole world, and you were just living in it. Everywhere you turned led you straight to another reminder of him, and it was sickening. But, even in the sickness, there was an odd comfort that came along with it. Being heartbroken over Sam had become the most consistent thing in your life, and being thrown so violently into it again, the familiarity made the stay more comfortable.

“If you can’t sleep, you can stay in my room.” She offered, a tired smile on her face. “Do you remember when we used to do that as kids?”

“Of course I do.” You chuckled. How could you forget? When your parents would fight, usually keeping everyone awake at night, she would sneak to your room to stay in bed with you. Usually, Sam was there, too. The three of you would always sleep soundly together in bed, no care about the lack of space or the uncomfortable positions because your company allowed for her to get some rest. When you and Sam would fight, you would find solace in her room because your own was too hard to be in. Back then, she didn’t know why you so often stayed the night in her room, and your tears would not fall until she was long asleep. When she started to get older, she understood better without you ever having to tell her.

“I’ll leave my door open just in case.” She promised, making a move to stand. “I love you.”

“I love you, El.” You gave a weak smile, watching as she disappeared up the stairs. It took you a while to find the courage to follow, but after a few moments, you made your way to your own bedroom. It felt like there was weights around ankles, dragging you down in hopes of delaying your return. Your bedroom was the last place you wanted to be, but you knew that after all you had overcome, you could conquer the last obstacle in your way of removing Sam from your life. Once you convinced yourself that his aura no longer lived inside your bedsheets, you would be better for it.

You closed your door softly behind you, letting out a long sigh to rid yourself of the looming torment of the night. You crawled into bed, checking the time once more to see that it was close to sunrise, now. You looked out at the sky, noticing the darkness slowly turning into purple and pinks. You let your head fall back on the pillow as you stared at the ceiling, noticing the pathetic illumination from the glow in the dark stickers you’d placed on it years ago. You let your eyes close, but your mind did not quiet even in the darkness.

Then, it came like a premonition of imminent disaster.

A weak thud sounded on the glass of your window, echoing through the entire room as if it was a noise so powerful it shook the foundation. But, it was not loud, nor was it anything that was truly attention grabbing. Perhaps the only reason you heard it so clearly was because you were listening for it, hoping it would happen. In truth, you could have ignored it and realized that it was likely due to nothing more than the wind blowing something against the glass, but your brain would not allow you to believe it was a coincidence.

It’s almost funny how the simplicity of a moment can appear so extravagant in our minds.

You slowly stood, cautiously approaching the sill with disbelief written all over you. With hope in your heart, you looked out into the night, first noticing the gentle sway of the tree line in the breeze. Your gaze drifted down towards the ground, eventually settling on an outline of a body. You blinked twice, just to be sure that the figure was still there after you refocused your eyes. You leaned closer to the glass, finding the features on his face break through the darkness with the utmost clarity. You flipped the lock, slowly sliding the window open as your heart swelled with affection. Even if you hated him, you could never seem to be mad when he showed up at your house with love in his eyes and hope in his heart.

“I didn’t know if you would answer, but I had to try.” He confessed, his voice a little raspy and his words ending with a slight slur.

“You’re drunk, Sam.” You whispered, but you couldn’t seem to turn him away.

“I know, I’m hammered.” He said, nodding his head. “Everyone told me I should go home, but I’m drunk, and I miss you, and this is the only home I know. You’re home, Rapunzel, and I’m so stupid for thinking otherwise.”

“Sam,” you sighed, almost wishing he never came. As much as you wanted to invite him inside, you knew it was a terrible idea.

“Please,” he pleaded, taking a step closer. He was so tall he could almost reach the windowsill himself without your help. “I know I don’t deserve anything from you, y/n, but I just want to talk.” You were frozen in place, unsure of how to handle the situation. You wanted to let him in, but you so badly wanted to tell him to leave and never come back. Every option was painful, and every decision was hard. You wished for once it could be easy with Sam, no matter which way it went. You just wanted it to be simple, for one decision not to be laced with regret or remorse. “Let your hair down? For old times sake?” He asked, looking up at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

You watched him, wondering if it was really him standing down there or if it was a figment of your drunken and delusional imagination. After a few seconds, you gave a small nod, popping the screen out of the window. You placed it on the floor and leaned down, holding your hands out for him to grab. He wasted no time responding, allowing you to pull him up just enough to grab the ledge. From there, he navigated the rest of the way himself. You took a step back, allowing him to move without worry of bumping into you. Once he was steady on his feet in front of you, you could see the emotion in his face. His eyes looked bloodshot, puffy just the same as yours were. He was exhausted, clearly going through just as much turmoil as you had that night.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, unsure why you even let him inside in the first place.

“I don’t know,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I know that you don’t want to see me, and I know why, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t just let you walk away again. I had to try, and even if you tell me to leave and that you never want to see me again, at least I know for sure.”

“Sam, we’re not… We’re not the same people, anymore. You can’t just show up at my window and expect me to let you inside. You can’t just say sorry and expect things to go back to normal.”

“But you did let me in. That counts for something, right?” You couldn’t argue with his logic, because you did allow him inside. As much as you would have liked to blame him for the ridiculous situation you had found yourself in, your own stupidity played a large part in the outcome. “Jake told me this was a terrible idea, and maybe he was right, but I got further than anyone thought I would.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Sam.” You mumbled. “You know I’ll always let you in.” You look to the floor, almost ashamed at the confession.

“And I appreciate that, even if I know I don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t,” you agreed “but you made the effort, so I have to give you that, at least.”

“I’m sorry, princess. For everything.”

“We’re long past that, honey.” You chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as you pulled a blanket over your shoulders. “Why are you here?” You asked again, waiting for a real answer. So far, you had only grown more confused by his drunken rambling.

“I don’t know, to apologize?” He said, taking a seat in your computer chair. He had enough sense to know that his presence was not welcome on the bed with you. “When you told me we could go for drinks some other time, I knew you didn’t mean it. You planned to ignore every text and call until you went back to university, and then we’d never see each other again. I couldn’t risk that, because these last two years without you have been miserable.”

“You could have apologized two years ago.” You offered, feeling more awake than before. The anger rising in your heart was a great adrenaline boost, and you were ready to face him with all of the hurt you’d been feeling since the last time you saw him.

“I tried, you didn’t want to hear it.” He argued.

“I wonder why.” You rolled your eyes, astonished at his inability to own up to the truth. He was not the victim nor was he a saint; your lack of communication stemmed directly from his inability to grow up and be in a relationship, and he had no right to be upset about it.

“I don’t. I know why, y/n, but it doesn’t mean I liked it. I fucked up that night, and I have been living with that every day since. I’m trying to make it right, but it seems like you don’t want me to.”

“That night?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, you put the nail in the coffin, but you fucked up plenty more times than just that night. You’ve been breaking my heart since we were old enough to understand what that meant. Maybe I don’t want to let you back in because I’m fucking terrified you’ll do it again.”

“I know.” He sighed, closing his eyes to regain his confidence. He could not express the guilt he felt for all he put you through, but he was trying his best to explain it. He did not want to argue, and he did not want to portray himself as angry, because he wasn’t. He deserved every harsh word that you were throwing his way. “I can’t take that back even if I wish I could, but I can tell you that I am so sorry I did that to you. You are the most wonderful person in the whole world; you’re my best friend, my soulmate, and I know that you’re the love of my life, even if I’m not yours anymore. I hate that I hurt you, and I hate that I don’t know how to fix it, but I still love you, y/n. My life has been empty, even if I’m travelling the world and doing what I love. At first, I wasn’t sure why, but now I know it’s because you’re not there with me. I miss you so much that it’s hard to think about anything else.” You watched him, curious about his profoundly disturbing confession. It was sweet, but it was not the Sam you knew. All those years ago, he was just a boy who had no idea how to express himself. Words were always difficult, and he never knew how to say I love you without lacing it into a joke.

Maybe, in some violent twist of fate, he really had grown up.

“How long have you been working on that one?” You asked, pulling the blanket tighter against your body.

“Two years.” He replied without hesitation.

“Two years and that’s all you’ve got?” You gave a small laugh, but this one was genuine. You looked up to meet his eye, the snide comment striking him odd until he saw the playful gleam in your face. “I expected more from you.”

“You know I’ve never been good at this stuff.” He found himself smiling, too. “So you’ve been thinking about me, too?”

“Stupid question.” You snipped. “You already know the answer.”

“Yeah, me too. Obviously.” He gave a nervous laugh. “I thought that you forgot about me. When I look at your Instagram, it just seems like you’re a whole different person. I’m happy you got out of here and you look like you’re doing okay. Your new friends seem cool, too, but I miss you and I wish I could be a part of that life, too.”

“You could have, Sam.” You reminded, not wanting to talk too much about the incident in which severed the ties between you. “But you do, too. I listened to some of your music off the new album. It’s fantastic, and I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, touched that you cared enough to listen to it despite your ill feelings towards him. “You’re almost finished school, now. Where are you going next?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, hating the small talk you had fallen into. You knew Sam too well for such simple formalities. “Away from here, but that’s all I really know.”

“You always wanted to get out of here,” he chuckled, recalling the endless conversations about your desire to leave the town behind. “Times finally come.” He couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness at the idea, knowing that once you packed your bags, you would never come back. There would be no late night sneaking around, no conversations about the future under the stars in your backyard. He was ecstatic for you to move on and start living, but he was also sad for the kids who used to dream about doing it together.

“It’s scary, but I’m ready.”

“You’ve been ready since you learned how to walk.” He corrected. “Do you want to leave me behind, too?” Your heart broke at the sight of the pain in his eyes, knowing that once you were gone, it could be the end of a lifetimes worth of love.

“Come on, Sam. We both know you left first, and a long time ago at that.” You muttered, nervously playing with the hem of the blanket. “Besides, knowing us, we’re bound to run into each other again somewhere. Just the way it works for us.”

“We don’t have to wait to run into each other again.” He said, begging to meet your gaze again. “We ran into each other tonight, and it has to be for a reason.” Your eyes flickered to his face, also in search of the familiarity, yet scared to see the foreignness.

“I think after all this time, we should know the reason is no good.” You tried to stand your ground, even if you wanted nothing more than to invite him in. It was wrong, and it would end so badly that you would never be able to pick up the broken pieces again. Loving Sam was painful, and your brain was begging you to remember that. Even when it was good, it seemed to hurt somewhere.

“I changed, y/n, and I really want to show you that. I still love you the same, but I’ll do it better this time, if you give me the chance.”

“We can’t just pretend that the past didn’t happen.” You shook your head, appalled that he was even suggesting it. “It’s too much Sam, and after everything, we should know that it’s never going to work.”

“I want to make it work, Princess. For you, I’d do anything. I know that I haven’t been the best, but I want to be the best, now. You deserve it, and I’m not saying I deserve another chance, but I would like to prove to you that you are my whole world.”

“I can’t… you can’t just come in here and expect me to forgive you and come crawling back again. It’s too much, and I’m better than that, now. I love you, but I can’t let you hurt me, again.”

“Just come out for dinner with me. Or drinks, or whatever you want. One night, just to hear what I have to say. No strings attached, just fun, like we used to do.” You watched him, unbelieving of his determination despite the pain he had caused. You loved him, that was certain, but after so long of loving someone and only being burned in response, you could not find that hope in your heart that you once had. The whole notion was ridiculous, and the fact that he’d shown up drunk at five in the morning to profess it was even worse. Sam had no ability to speak his truth when he was sober, and you feared that his courage would wear off when the morning came. Even worse than that, you feared that his drunken confession stemmed from the melancholic familiarity of seeing you, and not because he was genuine in his desire to try again.

You loved him, but it was not worth the risk. It hardly ever was, and you should have learned that years ago.

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“Oh.” He breathed, the rejection staggering and cutting him like a knife.

“You should probably go home, Sam. It’s late and we’re drunk. We shouldn’t be doing this.” You said, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded, standing without another word. “C-can I hug you? Just one last time?” You looked up, attempting to ignore the tears that were forming in his tired eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed, standing, too. You let the blanket fall from your shoulders, practically falling into his arms. Just because you knew he should leave did not mean you didn’t miss his touch. It was home, and you hadn’t felt it in a long time. Perhaps once you felt it again, you could finally come to your senses and realize it was no longer your hiding place, or a safe haven from the harshness of the world. Once his arms were around you and you were enveloped in the warmth and the familiar scent, you knew that you would never love anything more, and that’s exactly why you needed to stay away. You loved Sam so much that it was dangerous, because he did not know how to love you enough. No matter how many chances you gave him, that fact would never change.

Before he pulled away, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. He was aching all over knowing he might be leaving you behind forever, anguished at the fact that it might be the last hug he would ever have from you. “If you ever change your mind, Princess, you have my number.”

“I do.” You nodded, biting back your own tears. “Who knows, maybe someday it’ll be different.”

“I hope so, y/n.” He said, staring out the window and hating the sun that was rising in the sky. The day should never continue as normal when two people were hurting so badly. It seemed like a stab to an already open wound, and there was no sign of ever being able to stitch it back up.

“Bye, Sammy.” You whispered.

“See you later, Princess.” He said, taking one last breath of courage before climbing through the window. You watched as he descended to the ground, his feet firmly planting to the grass before he began his journey home. You waited until he was completely out of view before popping the screen back in place and locking the window shut, keeping out any more visitors and locking in all of your sorrow.

You climbed back into bed, the memory of him still latched onto your mattress and buried in the pillows. You knew that not even time could rid him from the place, because after so many years, it was more his than it was your own. You wiped the tears away from your cheeks, feeling no sympathy for yourself despite the overwhelming ache that settled in your chest. Your hurt was solely because of your own inability to control yourself around Sam; after all, he could not cause any pain if you did not allow him to, and allowing him to hurt you had become your favourite pastime. Opening that window for him was nothing but an excuse to worsen your suffering. The temporary fix for your loneliness was barely enough to take away from the lasting damage his company always seemed cause. Nothing had changed except for the maturity of your faces, and even if you hated to admit it, it never would.

You tossed and turned, begging for a second of sleep, but you were haunted by the interaction that appeared to be completely innocent. Then again, innocence is a thing that neither of you had when it came to each other, and just like your mother used to tell you, nothing good ever happens after 2am. You knew it to be painfully true, but it was even more so when it came to Sam Kiszka. You had opened the door to a whole other world of trouble, and now you couldn’t seem to latch it shut. Even when you managed to drift into sleep, your mind was still plagued with memories of the boy you were begging to forget.

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lagomorphics · 3 months ago

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Majora's Mask remaster for the Nintendo Switch OLED screen could you please make a relationship chart for your AU's 🥹👉👈

ABSOLUTELY. SMILES. i've only made charts for narigoatlamb / narilamb but at some point i'll probably do some big charts including the bishops and other side characters :)

PUTTING IT UNDER THE CUT THOUGH BECAUSE THIS GETS. VERY VERY LONG. because i looove overexplaining myself <3

starting with lucky card!! since i'm still working out everything for how i want these threes dynamics to evolve i only have one version of their relationship </3 but heres my longass ramble on each dynamic:

Ines and Jahel's relationship kinda takes front and center for most of the au, since they're in close proximity most of the time, and they care about eachother A LOT. pre-Ines' deal they were 'friends', and only got closer because of All This Mess. Ines likes the fact they can be themself around Jahel, and Jahel loves Ines for all their snark and charm <3

Ines and Nari spend a lot of time having a very hot n cold relationship. Narinder usually texts Ines and holds the deal over their head to get them to go somewhere or come to the casino for something, which pisses Ines OFF because they like DOING THINGS, NARINDER. Nari has a very hard time being emotional and is practically A Wall, and Ines is. well. the opposite. Ines does think Nari is extremely hot, and (while annoyed) does go along with the deal they have, but it's only really late into things do they actually start to genuinely Fall for Nari. Nari falls first, because Ines' presence starts becoming less of an annoyance and more of something she.. really enjoys. Sorry about the divorce in their future

AND FOR THE MOST STRANGE OF THE BUNCH. HOO BOY. Nari does NOT trust Jahel (for very funny reasons. haha. lmao. lol.) and thinks they're going to ruin everything she has been trying to accomplish. Jahel is doing everything they can to convince her like "hey. i know. i swear i'm not that." but its. a very very slow process. The two probably wouldn't ever be alone with oneanother until like halfway through the plot, where Nari DOES try to kill Jahel. lol. it's fine. I'd say after that they'd start trying to get along a little better. They don't fall in love until post Nari's 'defeat' though

i also included a little funny. Jahel has another connection that they feel very very conflicted about :) wow i wonder who that is. aha. whaat. runs away extremely fast.

SNAH au <33 three lil versions of their dynamic evolving (can you tell i REALLY rotate this au around)

to start off; when Narinder was TOWW, Lambert was VERY infatuated with him, to the point that they kinda convinced themself that despite how much he talks about sacrifice, they would be the exception. To TOWW though, he grew to care about them and admired how vengeful they were, but watched as that vengence slowly cooled and mellowed out, almost resenting it. He always planned to sacrifice them, because to him; what's a greater honour than that? he promised he'd make theirs meaningful, though. Obviously Lambert did not like this in the slightest.

Post-defeat and for the early days of their relationship, Nari just kinda hated them really bad. To him, Lambert took EVERYTHING from him, including his own death. my Nari is.... not the most stable at the start? he struggles a lot mentally, and (if the day ever came) he knew he wanted death to be his end, to not even have That pissed him off. Lambert, however, still has lingering feelings for him, because at the end of the day, Narinder was like a friend to them. he did listen to them, let them spend time with him, gave them advice etc etc... so it hurts a lot to know that a) he was gonna sacrifice them (they are very pissed off about that still) and b) he is actively making everything difficult. it does not help that Nari is able to read minds and can use magic, hes causing problems and its stressing them out </3

they do eventually get to a point of being friendly though!

AND THE LAST ONE. so in SNAH, Nari DOES die at a specific point (lol), and it is an extremely rough time for both of them because Narinder realises Oh actually. i dont want to die. and his time in the afterlife is horrible, and Lambert is freaking the hell out because Holy shit. Hes dead. Oh my god. They actually personally go and retrieve his soul because the last thing they wanted was to potentially fail the resurrection ritual, but after all that happens they both just... grow closer. Narinder realises that Lambert cares about him so much, always reaches out for him and is ready to catch him at any moment. He realises he does still care about them, and he also starts to appreciate mortal life and everything way more. what dying does to a mf.

Nari dying also made Lambert realise their infatuation HAD changed into being genuine love and care, and also it hurt really bad to see him like that. it also helped them connect better to the domain they now rule over, and just... they realise that they never want to see him hurting like that again. they really do love him and want him by their side, if he wants that too. (they get. way better at Being Normal about their own emotions)

AH!!! AGH!!! (BLOWS UP)

#asks #joffy time #lucky card au #snah au #something new always home au #SMIIILES. SMIIIILES I LOOOVE TALKING ABOUT MY AUS

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skywalking-through-life · 6 months ago

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love all your percabeth asks it I love the way you think and write about them 🥹 what do you think are the kind of dates they'll go on?

Oh my friend! I think this ask got lost in my ask box! I'm so sorry I took so long to respond to it, because it is so adorable. 🥹

So, I am an absolute sucker for the idea that anything can be a date if you want it to be, and I feel like a lot of Percy and Annabeth's dates end up that way - even if they don't necessarily start there, lol. I can totally see Percy meticulously planning a super cute date to a historic brownstone in NYC that has like, specific architectural character or something, followed by lunch and/or dinner at some place that makes a really good tapenade...but of course, halfway through the tour of the place, the tour guide turns into a monster and they have to 1) kill it, 2) keep the mortals safe, and 3) not burn down this historic building, Percy! Because they are awesome badasses, they succeed - and still get the tapenade afterwards, though maybe with a side of ambrosia, lol.

Though I do have to believe that they also manage to have at least a few that are quieter! I would imagine these are more stay-at-home dates, things like: the two of them cooking/baking (and squabbling) together, pushing all the furniture out of the way for an impromptu wrestling match on the living room floor (best two of three, winner decides what happens for the rest of the evening 😉), Percy introducing Annabeth to all the movies she missed out on growing up at CHB in epic movie marathons, and even just like, very basic stuff, but very important stuff: making a plan to stay in bed all morning just talking, and reveling in the face that they are alive, happy, and together. 💙

I have SO many ideas for fun outings and quiet moments for the two of them (and I don't want to give all of them away, since I'm actively writing a lot of them, lol!), but I genuinely feel like they are the kind of couple who make every moment count, which just means endless date possibilities. 🥹

#what a wonderful ask darling #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth headcanon #percabeth fanfiction #pjo fic #pjo hoo toa cotg #pjo headcanon

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abbygirly · 2 years ago

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Heeeey guys!!! I'm back with Part II!! I'm sorry it took me a few days. I had a minor surgery yesterday and I was freaking out lol

I hope you enjoy reading and wait for Part III, when things will finally get HOT!!

Tell me what do you think!! ❤️

I spent night after night thinking about Hopper and I didn't know what I could do to make him finally give in and make his move. I felt deep down that he was also interested. When I was younger, his bear hugs were playful and he would tickle me to make me laugh; now, I feel him holding his breath, not letting our bodies get too close, and his eyes linger on my curves and his jokes are mostly innuendos about how much I grew up and how he'll have to "beat up any stupid guy that gets too close to me".

The thing is: Hawkins is a small place and I knew that, if anyone saw us together, the news would spread like wildfire and I didn't want that to happen.

I had to come up with something. Fast.

Summer came and my friends decided to celebrate the end of class by going to a bar. It was Friday and I was at Nancy's house getting ready. I knew Hopper likes to have a drink or two after finishing work at the station, so I wanted to dress up to get this attention.

-How does this look? - I asked Nancy.

I wore a black dress that emphasized my curves perfectly. The dress was halfway up my thighs with a discreet neckline that made my breasts look amazing.

-It looks great!! You can keep this one, I'm too flat to wear that.

-Oh, stop it, Nance. Let's go already before it gets crowded. I want to wait for Hopper there.

-Are you sure you're going through with this plan?

-I have to. I won't be able to live with this feeling, whatever it is. I need to know if he feels the same and I want him to be my first.

I want him to be the only one, but we'll take one step at a time.

-OK, but be careful not to get hurt.

-I'll be careful.

We arrived at the bar and it was full of my classmates, drinking and dancing. Nancy and I sat down with Jonathan at one of the tables and I ordered a drink, looking around nonstop, looking for Hopper.

I hope he shows up today. This might be the best opportunity to make my fantasies come true.

Later, another friend of mine took me to the dancefloor and I felt completely free, swaying to the beat of the music and singing along. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

I was dancing, forgetting about Hopper for a while, when I felt someone getting closer to me. When I looked up, a guy was dancing by my side. He was thirty-five or something. I stepped away from him, getting back to the table, looking for Nancy and Jonathan, but they were probably outside, making out. I sat on the bar and asked for another drink when I felt a strong hand on my shoulders.

-Hey! You left me standing there!

-I'm not interested.

-You didn't even give me a chance.

He was clearly drunk, trying to remain on his feet, but his legs could barely stand still.

-I don't want to talk to you!

-You little bitch! - he yelled, trying to punch me in the face, but some other guys grabbed his arm. - This little girl needs to learn a lesson.

-C'mon, man. Leave her alone - someone said, but he wouldn't give in so easily.

-No! She's with me.

-What the hell is going on here? - I heard behind me; that voice. HIS VOICE.

I turned around, meeting Jim Hopper's eyes.

-Hey, she's with me! - the drunk guy said, grabbing me by my hair.

Huge mistake.

Hopper wasn't wearing his uniform. He wore a flannel blue shirt and jeans, looking sexy as hell. This guy wasn't from around here, because everyone knows Chief Hopper in Hawkins.

Hopper took him by his arms, pulling him against the wall. The people around us all stepped away, knowing it was better to stay out of the chief's way.

-You don't touch her, do you understand? You don't touch a fucking hair out of her head!!

-Fuck you, man.

Drunk guy was brave enough to try and punch Hopper, but Jim was much bigger than him and easily dropped him to the ground.

-You're under arrest for assaulting the chief of police. Get the fuck up.

Hopper handcuffed him. The bar owner called the police station so someone could come and take the guy. Meanwhile, Hopper looked at me, realizing what I was wearing, his eyes trailed down my body, staring at me. The hunger in his eyes made me feel like a prey, helpless. A shiver ran down my body, concentrating between my legs.

-What the fuck are you doing here, Abby?

TO BE CONTINUED...

#chief hopper #chief jim hopper #david harbour #hopper #stranger things #hopper smut #romance

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ageless-aislynn · 2 years ago

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Now, I have to admit, frens, I was pretty sure I was just a few more missions away from finishing Mass Effect: Andromeda. I’m not sure WHY I felt that way, I just did. 🤷‍♀️ Then, as I was doing a manual save today, I realized it shows info over on the right that I’d never stopped to read before.

And I was like, “Oh, how cool! I can see what level I’m at and the planet and--”

Um? 41% completion? As in... not even halfway? And I’ve got almost 60 hours in??? HOLY FLYING FISH STICKS, people! I’m not going to live long enough to play this game through a second time at this rate, lol! 😱😱😱

I can tell you the issue. My Sara is too kind-hearted for her own good. She WILL stop to help you get your cat out of a tree, even if she was on her way to save the universe at the time. I just can’t resist it when somebody asks for my help, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️😂

But... I actually really enjoy the little side-quest missions. They usually don’t involve difficult combat or complicated problem solving and they can be done fairly quickly, which leaves me feeling rather like

Ahhh, that sweet, sweet dopamine rush from a job well done and a grateful NPC telling me thank you! 😂😉

So. I’m probably going to keep going like this. Yeah, it’s going to take, like, 150 hours or so to finish but I don’t care.

I’m not in a rush. This can be my side-quest completionist playthrough. Scott can have the “Sorry, the Pathfinder™ is just too busy saving everybody to stop to get your cat out of the tree. Good luck to you and Fluffy, though, citizen!” playthrough. *nodnods*

Sara’s got time to bust a move, to get your cat out of a tree, to wonder why Jaal has only given her ONE nice email calling her “dearest” even though she’s doing her FREAKIN’ BEST TO ROMANCE HIM ZOMG. She even turned down Peebee’s friends-with-benefits offer, Jaal. She’s not flirting with Reyes, Jaal. Do you know how tempting it is to FLIRT WITH REYES, JAAL? You get a flirt option pretty much every time you talk to the man. How often do we get a flirt option when we talk to you, Jaal? NOT VERY DANG OFTEN. JUST TWO SO FAR AND WE TOOK BOTH OF THEM AND THEN THAT WAS IT. SO SARA WOULDN’T MIND SOME RECIPROCATION RIGHT ABOUT NOW, JAAL. But no, Sara is staying strong. She’s committed to romancing you, Jaal. But she could use more than ONE NICE E-MAIL, MAN, C’MON.

Jaal, hopefully realizing he needs to up his romance game, like, A LOT.

There, that’s better.

Ahem. 😂

I realized I haven’t finished his “Friend or Foe?” mission so I’m hoping to get some new dialogue options/interactions with him after that. 🤞😣🤞 SARA’S ONLY HUMAN, JAAL. SHE NEEDS LUUUUURVE AND APPRECIATION AND AND ANNNNND LUUUUURVE, MY DUDE. Get with the program or she’s gonna go float in Zero-G with Peebee again and give her a TOTALLY DIFFERENT ANSWER to her “friendly” offer, lol! 😐😂

[/end today’s exciting Mass Effect: Andromeda update 😛😉]

#mass effect: andromeda #mass effect andromeda #sara ryder #jaal ama darav #sara ryder x jaal ama darav #mass effect andromeda update of updateyness #this is my game tag #ageless aislynn

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mickmundy · 2 years ago

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7, 10, 38 if thats ok ó//w//ò

AH MY GOSH OF COURSE MY FRIEND ;u; <333 I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS WORK HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY NUTS!!!!!!!!!! but onward we go!!! <333

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could? KSKSKDF THIS IS a good question especially for medic and sniper as characters, who i think are perhaps a little more prone to... Getting Irritated than some of the other mercs! that said, i think they love each other for who they are and don't seek to "change/fix" them. they've known each other for a long time before dating and know their natures. sniper is as stubborn as a mule and medic can be really petty, but for the most part they're able to talk things out if they do have a quarrel. they like each other And their flaws (sniper is amused when medic holds a grudge against one of the other mercs for some Petty reason and medic giggles when sniper doesn't budge on something)!

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? OUWAAAA i think they can both drive, but sniper always defaults to it (and is the better driver). he likes driving so it's just an unspoken thing that sniper will drive when they go places; if they're on contracts and their drive is extremely long, medic will take over halfway through so that sniper can rest, though! cooking is split pretty evenly between the two of them. they both enjoy doing it so it's very much "for themselves" as much as it is for each other!! if they know one of them has had a bad day they offer to let the other just relax and decompress and they'll take care of cooking for the night! :-)

handiwork is sniper... likes to do it, too. it's the "ranchhand" in him!! while i do hc that he knows surprisingly little about cars, he's decently well-versed in everything else. medic loves getting messy and sometimes forgets (or simply doesn't want to) clean up after running all of those experiments or cooking, but sniper doesn't mind helping him clean up! it's relaxing for him and reminds him of home in a Good way; nothing feels better than a productive day!

with paying bills, i think they'd keep their accounts separate but have a joint one they'd put "sharing money" in; they pay their own bills but always keep some cash floating around for an impulsive "go on and treat yourself, dovey :-) it's on me" or a "i saw this and couldn't help but think of you, spatzchen! ^v^" HEHE! as far as handling the public, that's all medic.. the king of charisma!! i don't think sniper is Ever embarrassed of medic/having medic on his arm, but medic is absolutely the more social between the two! he'll draw sniper against his body by his waist or slip his hand in sniper's back pocket (possessive.... HEHE)! not because he thinks sniper's going to get swept up by someone else (i don't see either of them as being particularly Jealous people LOL), he just wants to show everyone that handsome bushman belongs to him!!! <333 hoo hoo!

38. What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? OHOHOHO.,.,., HEHEHE.,.., HOO HOO.,.,., i'm going to stick this one under a cut; there won't be any triggering content but there will be nsfw talk.. obviously!

so i touched on their bedroom preferences a little bit before, but i'll gladly resummarize in more detail here >:)! i could sincerely make this an entire separate post in Way More Detail.., which i might do honestly if that's something The Public is interested in.,.., BUT FOR NOW lets dive in hehe

i think they both like switching it up; neither of them are Stone tops or bottoms. medic is the natural leader (and the more experienced) between the two, and sniper is content to let medic lead. he knows he can "take control back" any time he wants (and sometimes surprises the doctor by doing just that! hoo!)! one of my favorite ways to think about bushmedicine is service top sniper and power bottom medic; medic teaches sniper exactly how he likes it and shows him how to please him! and of course, medic's bread and butter is exploring and learning sniper, so he loves doting on sniper and listening closely for things that make his handsome krokodil's heart do that extra little thumpa thumpa! HEHE

they both love to draw it out, love to tease. they want to make each other feel good, really good, and love that they're the only one that can take each other there! sniper's legs begin to shake when he starts getting really turned on and desperate for release, and that's always something that fills medic with giddy delight and really encourages him to tease his beloved bushman!! he loves slinging sniper's long legs over his shoulders and gripping his thighs, feeling them quake while his ear is pressed against that pretty vital artery in his thigh...! hoo!

medic's giddy giggles (and lip bites!) are music to sniper's ears, and he loves that he can pull those pretty sounds out of his doctor with just a few whispers in that low voice of his.... <3 sniper loves putting his mouth on any and every part of medic that he can, gently gnashing his teeth against his skin (and being rewarded with an eager "ohhh.,,.ohohohoho!"), biting, nipping, maybe even drawing a little blood... once medic begs him to bite him, well, who is sniper to refuse when his dovey is cooing so sweet? uUu

as far as a kink list, i think that would be a bit more elaborate than what i'd want to List Here (because i'd want to explain who has what role, how Intense the play is, etc. plus this is also just a reflection of my Own kinks and limits. not meant to shame/denounce anyone else's!), but off the top of my head, i think they'd both really enjoy... playing games with one another. predator/prey stuff especially.... medic loves the idea of being Hunted by sniper and seeing him in action... he's not very good prey (he tries to hide and cover his tracks but sniper can always hear his excited giggling), but he still gives sniper a run for his money by playing dirty! >:) they like rolling around in the dirt together, sweating together, feeling one another.,., medic loves seeing sniper "in his element" (cocky, self-assured, playful) as much as he enjoys seeing him out of it (a bit shyer, more reserved, submissive)!!

alternatively, i think if they fool around in the infirmary, it's much more..,., tender. the infirmary is a sacred place for both of them for many reasons; it symbolizes their Bond as Doctor and Greatest Achievement, [in my fics] it's where sniper left his mug that was the catalyst for medic coming to sniper's van to return it, it's where sniper helps medic tend to the wound of one of his doves, and [i don't want to spoil my fic so just pretend its Something Huge] etc. lots of emotional Stakes are held in those four walls! also symbolizes sniper's reluctance to ask for help in combat/just in general and so on..

i think if/when they did fool around in the lab, medic would lay down soft blankets/his own coat for sniper to lay on, face the bright lights away from them so that the lighting is a bit "softer", do little things like that to show sniper that while Yes this is medic's sanctuary, medic Also wants it to be sniper's sanctuary, too. body worship, passionate kisses, hushed praises, gentle, tender sex... oughhhhh i wanna write a full post so bad! maybe i will. hehe!!

as far as hard no's, i think that varies depending on who writes bushmed because like i say for me personally a lot of what i "put onto them" are things i like as well, since i wouldn't write kinky stuff for kinks i don't like ykwim! but all in all, they'd communicate very clearly before hand and establish safe words, hard no's, etc. i think medic would be Very Into doing that, and would have an easy time making it fun! like a playful little exam, hehe!! <33

#ILYYYYYYILYILYLYIYLYLIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY THANK YOU SO MUCH THESE WERE LITERALLY A BLAST TO ANSWER!!!!#ASKS #DUTCHFOOLERY #DUTCHIEHCS #EOHUEOHUEOUHEOUHEE #medsnip

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Hi Lyn! I was wondering… in your ‘Verse, would you say Andrew wrote any of his songs for/about Lovely (reader)? If so, what are they, and what was her reaction to them?

And would you be willing to write any more Hozier fics in the future? There’s a terrible lack of them everywhere and yours are soooo good!!!

Hello. This answer is about to be super long. My bus home from work got stuck in a ridiculous amount of traffic. Plus, you got me ruminating on this all day at work (Outside the millions of phone calls I was supposed to make. People responding to an email you sent them? Revolutionary concept if you asked me!) and think I’ve decided firmly on, and hear me out on this, “No Plan.”

That song to me is about not worrying where things are going to go (The sun’s going to go out! Who gives a shit!) and to not sweat the small stuff. And I guess in this context, it’s about being a little worried about something new, like a relationship that has a lot of shit going against it. It’s about enjoying the little things that you do have. The “I think you’re worth at least trying,” or describing this love as “shiny and new, like a toy to be played with, nervously discovering all the nooks and crannies as time goes on.”

(Yes, I am quoting myself. I am a very self-centric person. I am sorry)

Also now I’m head cannoning that he texted her: Did you know the sun’s going out? After watching that talk and that’s when she hit him with the I like you. A lot. Too much, actually. What better time to confess your feelings for a dear friend than also getting him out of a doom spiral?

Anyway, one day she just gets texted an audio file with just “🖤” (the black heart emoji, which I’m sure is just one big Carly Rae Jepsen reference) out of the blue. It’s a messy, unpolished demo.

And when she doesn’t respond immediately since she’s taking it all in, he texts again:

Just wanted to know your thoughts on this…

Andrew…

Yes…?

What is this?

A song. Not sure if you’ve heard of them before. The proper definition is: “a short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.”

I hate you.

I don’t care what you think about me. I only care what you think about the song.

I love it. You? Debatable…

She calls him after that. They have a “Don’t bother me while I’m working,” on that list of rules, (“I wouldn’t ask you to help me with an Excel formula, would I?”) so it’s sort of rare she hears anything before it’s finished on purpose (not every wall can be reinforced with soundproofing material). It’s a special moment.

Ok. This was a tangent and then some. Thank you for letting me indulge my fantasies lol

Also, half of me wanted to answer this with “Sunlight” but only because that’s my favorite. But it also can be read as putting too much into something, especially with the entire 3rd verse comparing the love being had to the Icarus story, it almost sounds like it’s bound to end in tragedy (a lot of his songs do tbh I could write about that for days).

But, I do love the lyric “know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty” so much. Need me someone like that LMFAO.

Anyway, as for new stuff? I’m currently 3 chapters deep (of 10! and halfway through the last chapter, ironically) with an idea I’ve had for a while now that I’m really excited about. It’s pretty dialogue heavy and is set around a weekly get-together. I just don’t want to post any chapters until I’m finished because then it would never get done.

I did almost write a threequel (is that the right word?) to the first two stories, but the dialogue was too similar and they fit better in the chaptered idea. That one was about them revisiting a place they took a trip together as friends and why nothing happened between them that first time around (spoiler: Andrew was too high and too drunk to properly process feelings and his idea for them getting together comes off as more of a joke. The next morning he's got no memory of their argument, so back to square one they were!). They were probably going to get engaged at some point. Good for those crazy kids! I wish them the best!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this way too long of a response, Anon! Have a great night!

#lyn needs to stop talking

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admirange · 3 months ago

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Mcl style contest outfit dump pt. 6

Slimy and gooey

I ACCIDENTALLY SUBMITTED HALFWAY THROUGH LMFAOO otherwise I just took it literally and used purple/green bc those are the slimiest colors

Got really low ranking with it but it was obvious from the start

Forbidden forest

I was thinking so hard to figure out what piece of media has the forbidden forest😭 a google search helped me out, I knew it was familiar. So idk, it's sort of between a student and a person doing business in there? Like illegal ones lol

Got really low ranking with it

Reaper

I'm addicted to Sims again so that was my inspiration, kind of. WE STILL NEED CLOAKS PLSS

Got well ranked with top 25% (speaking of cloaks, what Cerise (3th place) did was pretty cool!!)

The witch's lair

I did a forest-witch kind of thing but it just didn't look good. Hard to work with stuff if most of my things are white, black and blue with a few other colors scattered. I rarely let myself spend AP on different clothes to use in the contest so yeah. I remembered Galadriel from lotr was called a witch sometime? So I went in that direction and did a fantasy, elf-like witch of some sort. I'm just bored of witch themes like everyone else

Got well ranked with top 28%

Spooky

I was once again not creative but in my defense I created this when I was on a call with friends and didn't really pay attention to the game. The idea is a chill night while watching/reading horror stories. That's it lol

Got really low ranking with it

Cruel queen

There's a lot of characters that came in my mind, but Maeve from tog was the only one I could do from my clothing options. The elf hair is in shared items atm so I used the other long hair:P no idea which would've been better.

Got low ranking with it

Haunted manor

Just did a classic frightened lady living in a manor that's haunted lol. Didn't want to do a ghost again.

Got low ranking with it

Darkness

Basic black clothing. Put some spookier stuff on her to get the feeling of being scared in the dark, as you never know what's in there. That's it, basically.

Got well ranked with top 11% (surprised me since it was pretty low effort)

Nyx's daughter

Well shame on me but I had no idea how many children she has and who are they (still don't lol). I did a search on google but I got tired quickly so I just asked my greek mythology nerd friend. She said her daughters are the moirai (along with a lot of others), the fates. At that point I kinda knew what she was talking about since my memories from school started to come back. Also Hercules was my favourite childhood movie lol. I tried to do a magical cave of some sort with the background? My memories can be wrong but I remember they're in a cave or something. We did a whole conversarion with my friend to decide which hand accessory would fit the best, since we don't have scissors, nor any spinning thread or whatever they're called. Maybe I didn't have to do all of this research and just make a "the night's daughter" outfit, but that's lazy and lame imo🫠

Got low ranking with it

Forsaken crypt

I could do either an explorer, or something old that's in the crypt. This is something in the middle and idk how I feel about it (I'm lying, I don't like it). Pretty low effort, nothing special can be said about it.

Got low ranking with it (as if it was surprising)

Vampire ball

I still love vampires! But my previous vampire was my ultimate creation and didn't want to copy that, so this isn't a winner outfit😔 I'd say that maybe this is a little more elegant, or just extra. I wouldn't consider it bad, but we all have eyes lol

Got well ranked with top 26%

Candy corn

I did a candy corn inspired outfit already when trick or treat was on. I only have a few yellow & orange clothing so the outfit turned out pretty boring 🫠

Got really low ranking with it

Cursed grimoire

Okay so this is embarrassing, but I had to look up the meaning of a grimoire and I was so fixated on it that I forgot the cursed part😔 I'M SORRY but if I have to be honest I think the fit is fire, just maybe not for this theme. I was confident I wanted to use purple but then I saw two shared items and built the outfit around them lmao. The lore is a spellcaster student finding this particularly magical book in the school's library.

Got low ranking with it

Ghost whisperer

There was this show called this I think? I was obsessed with it as a kid. That, and the Conjuring movieified Warrens were my inspiration. I love how it turned out, I won't lie.

Got low ranking with it (the theme was ghost WHISPERER, not ghost🤦‍♀️ I shouldn't be surprised tho)

Haunted circus

Well. Does it give circus vibes? Idk. I tried. I liked the circus season of ahs. The theme is cool btw, I just suck at creating a normal fit for it

Got low ranking with it

Harbinger of doom

Tried to do something spooky/unnatural. Mothman is a great idea but I don't have wings. Not much thought process here.

Got low ranking with it

Green goblin

Well I have to add that I made this with my friend and we didn't take it seriously so it's not that great. But yeah, the spiderman's green goblin was our inspiration. Had a whole discussion if pumpkin Taki or bank robbery Taki is better.

Got well ranked with top 27% (I jokingly told my friend the winners will have fairy wings, butterflies, sparkles and the elf pack clothes in green - I was so right)

Werewolf

Also an average outfit, more like a werewolf in the everyday life than an over the top wolf cosplay. That wouldn't really work out. Not a high effort one, but I like it.

Got low ranking with it

Undead

I got style contest block or I don't know, half of the time I just sat there and had no idea what the hell I want to do. I became the very person I despise and just put random clothes on that's somewhat okay with the theme. Skeleton parts are obvious, the necklace is to give somewhat a spiderweb vibe? Flowercrown for some religious nod to Jesus? I was trying but I'm on a losing streak here.

Got low ranking with it

Inferno

At this point I should give up because. Oh my god. I'm so so sorry. The themes are really cool but I just have 0 inspiration for them, or can't 100%. Maybe it's really because at this point it's kind of repetitive. Using the same clothes differently all the time, I think I'm just at my limit of what I can do with them. This is like a demon of some sort who's there to torture people? Used as many gold stuff as possible because fire and riches and I don't know. I'M NOT PROUD.

Got low ranking with it

Evil clown

Pennywise, obviously. Although it's not a cosplay, I used the new doll skirt and built everything around it. I think I'm back with this (okay no I'm not 100% satisfied but better than the 2 before). Don't judge because of some elements, some stuff from the halloween bank outfit were shared and I just had to try them out 😔 (thanks from here again for the shared items!! I love you guys. Can never thank them enough)

Got low ranking with it

Posting this earlier than I wanted to because tumblr for some reason didn't save it as a draft but tossed it out as a post. No idea why, I only clicked on save.

Thank you for reading and/or looking through my creations!<3

#mclng #mcl new gen #mcl #my candy love new gen #my candy love #mcl style contest

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always-andromeda · 2 years ago

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hey meda! i know it’s been a minute but i’ve been super busy with studying and exams. they’re over now though and i’m so relieved, especially since I’ve gotten my grades back & i did pretty well! i saw your post about it being finals season for you so i wish you all the luck in the world! do you have anything fun planned for the summer?

since I finished exams I’ve just been reading and making friendship bracelets, it’s been so lovely. I finished catching fire and mockingjay and oh my god. the books hit so much harder at some points, it made me fall in love with the story and the characters even harder than the movies did. and I just finished the prequel, the ballad of songbirds and snakes, which was really good also! it’s so cool to have all that insight into snow’s character. have you read it?

also, have you seen jake’s new movie, the covenant? I can’t watch it until it comes out on prime in june cause it’s not playing in canadian theatres :/ and I was so looking forward to seeing it too. if you’ve seen it what’d you think?? it seems pretty interesting and he looked soGOOD in the trailers ughhh

anyway, sorry this was such a long ask!! i hope you’re being kind to yourself & have lots of rest & relaxation after your finals <333

ps i saw this pilot edit the other day & it made me think of you

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYwSCqGt/

-🤹

Hello, E!!!! Sorry this took me a hot second to answer. I've been in exam mode and not had many chances to be super online this past week. I'm about halfway through everything and I'm hoping to get the rest of my work done early on at the start of the week so I can properly relax for a bit. Thank you for the well wishes!! Here's to hoping that despite the fact that I've been depressed all semester and struggling to get everything done, I will pass these damn classes. 😤👍🏻 As for summer plans, I don't have anything concrete planned yet, but my dad keeps talking about taking some sort of vacation and one of my friend has been talking about wanting to bring me to some clubs and local music events this summer? So we'll see how all that turns out!!

Now, about The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, when the book first dropped, I was 100% set on never reading it (because I can be very snobby sometimes lol) but now that the trailer for the movie is out...I'm genuinely considering picking up a copy one of the next times I go out. I'm slowly getting more interested in seeing what it's all about!! That's another thing I'm hoping I'll have more time to do once summer hits.

I've actually been trying to talk my mom and her boyfriend into seeing The Covenant with me lol. Partially because it really seems like the kind of movie that her boyfriend would like. But I think they're both so sick of me fixating on little male celebrities that it probably won't be until it comes out on prime for me either. So at least you're not alone in that one!! But yes, I am so weak for Jake with that fluffy beard I am so– 🥴

Yeah, that's all I got. Lovely to hear from you, dear, and I'm glad that summer seems to be treating you well so far!! 💞✨

(p.s. that edit is so fucking good ugh the audio choice is literally perfect and it makes me so soft that it reminded you of me 🥺 thank you for sharing it!!)

#˚ʚ ask meda ɞ˚#˚ʚ anonymous ask ɞ˚#🤹 anon

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fandomwritingbit · 2 years ago

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So.. kinks, huh?

I’m kinda shy to request this, actually. However. Would you be able to write some predator/prey scenario for William Afton and female reader? Girl, the chase, the thrill… of course reader being the chased one and Will being the chaser.

Thankies

Hello! Thank you so much for your request, this was an absolute pleasure to write, please don’t feel nervous to request anything else Xxx.

I’ve had a predator William in my head for a while, title and all lol. May have gotten a tiny bit carried away as this is fairly long, but I hope that this is kinda what you were after.

We’re all goin’ on a summer holiday: Predator William x (fem)reader

Warnings: smut. creepy/predator William. vaginal sex. oral sex. age gap. corruption. inappropriate relationship. swearing.

The holiday in Menorca had sounded like a good idea when your mum and dad pitched it to you some months ago. You, your 9-year-old brother and your parents: great. Then the news of your dad’s old Uni friend wanting to tag along with his three kids: awkward?

They’d blown a lot of money on it, a six bedroomed villa with a pool, outside bar area, all the bells and whistles. Given the stress of your studies it sounded like pure heaven.

You met the Afton family for the first time at the airport. Except Michael, you knew of him from your secondary school days. The two of you hadn’t exactly been friends, you’d been too nerdy for your own good, focused on smashing your GCSEs and he was a loner, the kind of lad with one or two mates who occupied the space under the main stairs.

You met the other family at the airport, right before your flight. And were quickly introduced to the two young ones, who instantly took up with your little brother fairly well, and of course their father, Mr Afton. Far be it from you to deny that he was a bit of a silver fox. All unreasonably tall, broad shoulders; a kind of scruffy and sleazy attractiveness that led to you taking sneaky glances at him wherever possible.

You’d thought that you were in for a treat, having a good-looking older man to look at as you laid about around the pool, it wasn’t ‘til later that you’d realise that maybe you were sorely mistaken.

Once on the plane, you and Michael had decided that as the newly founded adults (still considered kids) you’d might as well form an amiable pact, at least that way you could have someone to roll your eyes at when the parents were getting up your nose. And so you’d sat together for your flight, trying to somewhat get to know each other - though it was hard to talk like normal humans when your parents were sat on the other row cooing about how sweet the two of you looked together. Not to mention the cooling presence of Mr Afton on the row behind you.

About halfway through the voyage, the young Elizabeth booted your seat with enough force to make you spill your water all over your shirt. And so, you turn around to ask her, as politely as you could muster, to pack-it-the-fuck-in. You didn’t have to though as her father did it for you.

“Ay, watch your bloody feet.” To which she’d giggled a high-pitched “Sorry, daddy.” followed by a heavily prompted “Sorry, y/n”.

“I’ll keep telling her to stop.” He turned his attention to you. “But you’ll be in for the full 4D experience.” He’d leaned forward as he spoke, the crooked smirk on his face making butterflies appear in your stomach. They increased ten-fold when his eyes traced down to your wet shirt, clinging not too modestly to your tits. Near making you pass out in embarrassment when he sat back in his seat, chuckling mean-spiritedly at your expense.

The feeling didn’t subside for the remainder of the flight and despite your growing comfort talking to Michael, the feeling of eyes watching you, studying you, was more than enough to keep you quiet.

And it only got worse from there. He’d liked the look of you from the offset, such a lovely lass and how you’d looked at him - or well, tried to, hardly able to shake his hand or meet his eye, your bottom lip pinched under your teeth. So sweet and nervous. Vulnerable. Truth be told it drove him wild.

If there’s one semi-redeemable quality to be found in William Afton, it’s that he’s a decisive man, tenacious at that and when he sees something he likes, he’ll do his damned best to get his hands on it.

The weather was overly hot there and it only got hotter and hotter further into summer, meaning you never got out of your summer dresses, little shorts and bikinis. You’d hoped maybe to get an eye-full of Mr Afton lounging similarly by the pool, but for the majority of the trip he kept to the shade, the sleeves of his button-up rolled halfway, being the only allowance he made for the weather. There he’d be in the shadows, with your parents or not, drink in hand and eyeing you up whatever move you made.

How could you not play up to it? Getting out of the water with your back to him. Taking a bit too long to put your cover-up on. Bending at the waist to pick up your drink. To be honest you’d though you were imagining it, it’s not like you’d had much luck with men before, being single and all.

But as the days went on, it became apparent that you’d bitten off more than you could chew. The childish fantasy of having your dad’s mate’s attention becoming a bit too real. Something about how he’d brush shoulders with you when you walked past each other. How when you sat down to eat, his eyes would be on you, talking pretty much solely to you, the usual questions of “You got yourself a lad back home?” framed more dangerously, especially when followed by “Such a gorgeous girl like you? Now I find that hard to believe.” All encompassed with that smirk. A joyfully malignant expression like that of a cat batting a mouse between its paws.

You’d think about it in your room at night. Heart pounding as you went over that day’s encounter an intoxicating mixture of fear and arousal. So sure your horny brain must be exaggerating everything.

Regardless of it being a holiday or not, your parents didn’t get off your back. Despite being nearly 19 you were ‘one of the kids’ and that meant no drinking. Not to mention any other irresponsible behaviour like leaving the villa on your own. You felt like a chicken stuck in a coup and your parents babying only giving the fox a way in.

Out for dinner one night, you’d decided fuck it, your mum and dad had both had a few which often made them easier to persuade, you were going order a drink. The young kids were busy watching fish in a nearby pond so you took your chance.

“Where are you off to?” Your dad asked you almost immediately, before your chair had been pushed out a pissing inch.

“To the bar.”

“Why?” This was when all the adult’s attention had been earned.

“I want a beer; they’ve got good stuff here.” You looked to your left as you spoke, catching the grin half-concealed by the glass of whiskey at William’s lips.

“We spoke about this, sweetheart.” Your mother chimed in. “The answer is no.”

“I’ll go and pay for it. I have my ID, it’s not a problem.” You offer, a hopeful look on your face.

“Except it is, because your mum’s said no.” Your dad firmly counters.

“Yous are all drinking. For God’s sake! I’m 18 I can drink what I want.”

“Not when we’re paying for your holiday, young lady.” He finishes. The mood at the table had shifted negatively, so you go quiet, scoffing to yourself in disbelief.

Sometime later, after shooting you a sympathetic look, Michael went to the toilet and your mum and dad had went off to check on the little kids. You’d hardly noticed them leave, too engrossed in bitching about them to mates on Instagram.

When you put your phone down to reach for your lemonade you shudder at the realisation of being all alone with William. Flashing him a look of acknowledgement and you’re about to resume, but he plucks the phone from your grasp, setting it down on the table. You brace yourself for some sort of dad speech about modern technology, but surprisingly he simply leans forward to make eye contact with you.

“It must be annoying to have your mam and dad baby you.” He almost purred as he spoke, his eyes bright with mischief. “Mine were a bit like that: it’s a sure way to turn the kid into a right cunt.” Your eyes widen at his language, you hadn’t expected it from a man who you’d so far categorised as a creepy stoic.

“Yeah. I’m at the end of my rope to be honest. Might just get one after they’ve gone to bed anyway.” You feel about 5 years younger just for saying that and look down accordingly.

“Why wait?” He glances over his shoulder, that now familiar smile across his lips, as he picks up his glass, offering it to you. Part of you wanted to tell him you didn’t feel like it, but you were pissed off at your parents and the prospect of rebelling somewhat was making your blood run hot. And besides what’s the worst that could happen?

You go to take the glass from him, but he doesn’t move his hand. Guiding it to your lips himself, your hand uselessly overlaying his but too startled to move. You let him bring it to you and the whisky burns your throat as you drink, making you wince. He sniggers as he pulls away, the effect of his touch leaving you dazed.

“Maybe that’s why they don’t let you drink.” You would have defended yourself but you were too busy trying to recover.

He continued, “I wonder what else they don’t let you do. No boys over?” Able to answer now, you shake your head, an embarrassed smile appearing due to his patronising tone.

“No, I uh just don’t want boys over.”

“You want a man instead then?” His words have you reeling, the meaning of them hardly veiled. You simply stare at him chuckling away into his drink, your legs pressed tightly together under the table in some vain attempt to quell the heat gathering there. It was a remark your nana would’ve called ‘lecherous’ and it was - he was - although it creeped you out, you still found yourself reliving it later that night.

From there it got worse. The illicit passing of contrabanded alcohol became a fairly regular thing, sneaky swigs of spirits you could hardly speak after when your parents weren’t looking becoming a new game for him.

His eyes were still on you all the time, but now if you found yourself sat near him, he’d rub his foot along your calf or put a large hand on your thigh, sneering at your stunned reaction. Hands would brush against your hips as he moved past you, each time knocking all sense from you. You began trying to avoid him, but he still found ways to grab you by the crook of your arm into a corner, where he’d make you try smoking his cigarettes, only laughing when you couldn’t stand them.

But then all this mocking, teasing, and laughing at your expense came to a head. It had been weeks in the making.

It was pissing it down raining like it only can in the Mediterranean, so hard it bounced off the walls, pinging loudly off the glass. You’d gone to bed early, tired from a long day of playing with the kids, missing the beginning of the rain completely. By midnight it was so bad the electrics were gone, the villa in total darkness; to William that was a chance he could hardly refuse.

He went towards your room with a torch in hand, the perfect excuse if asked what the fuck he was doing, but of course he was too careful to be caught.

The knocking woke you immediately, your room cast in grey but with enough natural light to find you way and answer the door. When you realised who it was, you pulled the door half shut, just your head visible. You hadn’t had a chance to put any trousers on in your rush and you were burning with shame.

He walked in regardless of your attempt at keeping it shut, placing the torch on your bedside table and noticing your bra on the floor. You were too busy keeping your shirt pulled down, preserving your modesty, to pay much attention to it.

“Uh what do you want?” You ask him somewhat panicked when he picked up the undergarment from the floor, toying with the fabric.

“Though I’d come check on you, what with this storm and all.” It could have been pitch black in the room and you still would have known he was smiling; it was written in every note of his voice. He continued, “And I’m glad I did. Were you expecting me, dressed like that?” He predatory eyes on your bare flesh made you tremble. Who the fuck did he think he was barging in here like that? Then making comments like he was?

“I don’t...” You half-say, unable to think of anything else.

He hums mock pityingly, “You’ve been teasing me since we got here. With all you short skirts... thongs.” He bent down to pick up a pair you wished you’d sorted, a false expression of shock on his face as he held them on the tip of his finger. “Well, you’re all on your own now, love. I thought I’d come to collect.”

You snatched the skimpy knickers from him flummoxed, your hands falling by your sides with the weight of embarrassment. “I have not.” You say, partially to yourself.

“No? Have I gone mental then?” He cocked his head to you, not wanting to leave his interrogation unanswered.

“Y-You’ve been all over me for ages,” Your voice was getting loud and he stepped forwards towards you, his finger to his lips in warning. “For fuck’s sake, you’re my dad’s age. I’m not... interested.” He just laughed.

“A lot of talk for a lass with no trousers. Not interested?” He paused to scoff. “You batt your eye lashes at everyone then?” To match your own, his voice had taken on a rather accusatory tone and he stepped even closer, your moving back amusing him.

“You... should go.” You state ignoring his goading, desperation threatening to seize hold of you.

He put a hand to his chest in feigned heartbreak before nastily saying, “You’ve not even asked me to leave.”

You roll your eyes, a nervous giggle caught in your throat. “Huh fine: please leave.”

“No.” He laughs shortly, shaking his head.

“Wha- why the Hell not?” You were panicking considerably now, the thought that your parents were down the hall and a middle-aged man was cornering you in your room becoming very apparent.

“It’s dark in here but I see you rubbing you fucking legs together, getting all hot and bothered.” He speaks slowly, clearly finding pleasure in your reaction. “Now I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”

You speak without thinking, suddenly all too eager to defend yourself, walking towards him with your arms raised. “I don’t know who you think you are. You think you’re so grea- so desirable? Y-y-you disgust me.”

Grabbing you by your arm he frog-marched you to the nearest wall, holding you there. Craning his head down, so close to your face you could feel his spit when he spoke.

“You’re full of shit. You can pretend you don’t want it if it helps your sleep, sweetheart. But you fucking do.” You closed your eyes as he spoke, not really sure of what you wanted yourself: you couldn’t decide if you wanted him closer or as far away as fucking possible.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His voice was low now, dangerously so. And so you did - or tried to, struggling with how close to your face he was.

That seemed to be the trigger for him, your eyes wide and trying to look everywhere at once, not quite managing to stay on his for more than a millisecond. Like a wild rabbit caught, terrified.

He kissed you, if you could call it that, it felt harsh and dirty, his tongue pressing inside as you struggled to keep up with him. Your mind raced with how wrong this was but the thrumming of your whole body made you give in, letting him possess you.

The lack of clothes on your bottom half, made it easy for him to spread your legs and toy with the abundance of slick developing there. His fingers on your clit instantly rubbing deliberately inconsistent circles that made you whine for some kind of rhythm.

“Not enough?” He grunts before his teeth press hard into the side of your neck, sucking so brutally you had to cover your own mouth to stifle the sound burning in your throat. It was almost tortuous but your hands pulled at his head, silently begging for more: to which he obliged. Dropping to his knees to better watch your face as he inserted his long index finger into your soaking pussy. You close your eyes at the breach, you’d never felt so hot, fuck, you were practically bloody burning.

“So impolite. Fucking. Look at me.” He spoke so close to your core that you could feel the vibrations of every syllable, all the while introducing a second finger and slowly fucking them in and out of you. It was hard to be quiet and you kept catching yourself forgetting the situation; just as you’d become lost in the devastating curl of his digits, you’d be slammed back into the reality that the man, who’s tongue was now ravaging your clit, was more than twice your age.

You weren’t a virgin, but by God, his finger coaxed noises from you that you’d never heard before. And it didn’t take long of this mind-melting finger fucking to have you cumming. Hard. Your tight walls clenching like a vice around his fingers. The sight of you shuddering, your knees going weak with the waves of your orgasm, made him smirk against your heat. His cock was rubbing nastily against the fabric of his clothes, and he couldn’t help but rub over it as he watched you recover.

“You nasty little thing. Driving me crazy for pissing ages.” You didn’t have the agency to respond but you could see what he was doing and you gulped at the prospect of him fucking you. He didn’t seem like the sort of man who’d play nice.

Before you could register the actions, he had you laid back on your own bed, legs spread wide while he removed his aching cock from his confines. Your legs rose almost to your chest as he moved in between, completely knowing what was about to happen but still nervous and uncertain. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance as his hand dragged it through your slick.

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” His words made you take your eyes off of his dick as you tried to focus on anything other than the tantalising anticipation. You nod, slowly almost in a daze.

“That’s not good enough.” He grins, his head pushing delightfully against your clit.

You’d pretty much forgotten how to form your words. “Yes, fuck. Fuck me...” Seeing the look on his face you hastily add, “...please.”

Your embarrassment was cut short as he pressed his cock inside, stretching your little cunt to accommodate him. Half-buried he grabbed your breast, pinching the nipple; perhaps to distract you while your walls got used to the shallow thrusting of his cock that wasn’t even fully sheathed. The moans drawn from your throat stayed in time with his movements, until you broke it. Interrupting yourself with a near-screech when he thrusted in fully, the sheer size of him making darkness appear in the corners of your vision.

His head was brought close to yours, his weight bearing down on you whilst he found a pace that allowed him to chase his pleasure. The sound of flesh on flesh loud in the stillness of your room, only drowned by his breathing and your pathetic mewling.

This holiday might end up better than you had thought.

#fnaf william afton #fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #fnaf smut #william afton smut

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 2 years ago

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hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse.

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!”

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead.

Thank God.

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful.

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp.

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in.

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp.

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home.

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you.

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead.

“Say it,” you murmured.

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?”

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.”

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you.

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.”

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him.

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow.

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace.

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.”

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile.

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?”

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?”

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this.

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him.

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you.

You were nowhere near freezing anymore.

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question.

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise.

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time.

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you.

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet.

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking.

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him.

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure.

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others.

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more.

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?”

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.”

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.”

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?”

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.”

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?”

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.”

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut.

Oh, but he tried.

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it.

And that smirk of his didn’t help.

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment.

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.”

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit.

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him.

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready.

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise.

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony.

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—”

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again.

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.”

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more.

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone.

And you knew why he was doing it now.

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?”

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand.

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him.

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously.

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles.

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot.

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong.

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you.

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.”

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again.

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that.

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?”

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over.

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him—

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream.

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well.

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before.

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.”

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase.

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body.

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin.

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough.

You weren’t that mean, of course.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader

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goldensstateofgrace · 3 years ago

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What about y/n asking BSF!Harry to teach her how to give a blow job?

Bsf!harry teaches how to give a blowjob.

Ok so I’ve completely lost my laptop charger lmao 😅🤦‍♀️ so I sucked it up and wrote this on my phone so if it sucks that what we’re going to blame it on! 😂BUT I’m back ??!?! MAYBE lol i really missed writing!

Warnings: blowjob, throat grabbing ( NOT VIOLENT ( Not choking bc its loose and not meant in that way) nothing else?? Lmk if not!!

Word Count: 2247

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading -G <3

Also this was not proof read or edited so sorry for any mistakes!!

You and Harry have been best friends since before he auditioned for The X Factor - you and his mothers doing.

He was never a shy person, always singing or humming a tune, playing birthday parties with his band. That’s how you met actually, he and his band played at your now ex best friends birthday party.

You met through a friend of a friend and hit it off right from the start, talking about the same interests you both had in songwriting and music. You ended up talking the whole night, sharing a dance or two before exchanging numbers.

You guys texted each other everyday and pretty much every minute, always bringing up new interests and the most bizarre things. Eventually, you started to hangout with friends, until it was just the two of you watching movies, singing lyrics at the top of your lungs in the car, just having become each other’s best friends.

And that leads to today, watching your best friend up on stage living his dream of being a musician. Harry was on tour for his second album, his fans not knowing that just yesterday he finished recording the last song for his third solo album. He’s let you hear snippets, but nothing fully and it’s driving you crazy.

He uses to do that when he was in the band, sending you voice memos of lyrics in the middle of the night when he was halfway across the world from you. And each and every time you would wake up and listen to it over and over, just to feel a smidge closer to him.

Sometimes you’d even call him, just to hear his voice. He couldn’t talk long most times, but just hearing his voice made you feel butterflies.

That should’ve been the first thing you noticed when you finally realized you liked him, well as more than a friend. You were always yearning to be near him, to hear his voice or just any form of attention from him.

He was your best friend, and you’d never had a boyfriend before. You never had anytime for one, you were always with harry. Hanging out, texting, ect.

So later that night when the show was over and you all had finally gotten back to the hotel, showered and in bed, you realized how inexperienced you were.

You’ve had sex, not the best albeit, but you weren’t a virgin. But you hadn’t really done anything else, your intimate life was pretty vanilla compared to everything harry had told you he’s experienced.

You’ve never even given a blow job.

You haven’t really wanted to with any of the guys you’ve been with, but still.

Your mind took to a deep place where all you could think about was that Harry had probably gotten a lot of blowjobs from different women around the world. That made you jealous. But a hot too.

The wetness between your thighs could be felt through your thin sleep shorts, you were picturing harry naked, that beautiful butterfly tattoo on full display with his legs parted and someone bobbing their head up and down on his cock.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing until your fingers connected with your swollen clit and started circling, the pleasure you were giving yourself completely clouded your imagination, until it wasn’t just ‘someone’ bobbing their head up and down on Harry’s dick, it was you.

Pleasure shot through you, a moan slipping out just as a knock sound at the door and it was pushed open. You’ve never sat up and covered yourself faster.

Harry’s surprised green eyes stare back at you, the extra key card to your room grasped between his lean strong fingers.

You had forgotten that he had a key card to your room, just like you do to his. It was what you always did when you were on tour with him, that way you both could just go right in without have to have someone open the door.

“I-“ you start to say before realizing he was walking closer, the heavy door now closed behind him.

“What we’re you doing?” He Asks you, is voice deep and his eyes bright and filled with heat. His eyes trail down you, to your tank top that’s not hiding the fact that you’re not wearing a bra, to your hard nipples and down to your blanket covered lap. Lingering on your hand that was just down your shorts not even a minute ago.

“Not” you clear your throat, placing a small hesitant smile across your lips, “nothing.” And you leave it at that, the blush heating your cheeks making it apparent that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’.

He stays quiet, just looking between you and your reddened cheeks, you take a moment to take him in. White shirt tightly hugging his toned chest, you could see his tattoos faintly through it and a pair of black gym shorts. The tiger tattoo peaks out just a tad and you imagine yourself riding it.

Your eyes glaze over when you look up just a tad a realize he’s semi hard, the erection bulging just slightly that you can see the outline of him through his shorts.

“Y/n if you don’t stop looking it’s not going to go away.” He all but groans, shifting slightly.

“What if I don’t want it to go away?” You blurt out, your mind not keep up with your words until it’s too late. Your eyes widen when you look up and see the smirk cross his mouth. You imagined this in your head a million times and none of them have gone this way.

“I- uh” you stutter, his hand coming up to your cheek and his rough thumb tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down to show your teeth.

“Fuck, y/n you can’t just say shit like that and not mean it.” He pulls away, the hand that was once on your cheek now running through his damp curls.

“But I did.” You say matter of fact, not shying away when this is all you’ve ever wanted. For him to finally see you, and not just his best friend.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans, he hands coming down to cup your cheeks, his eyes flicker between yours trying to gage if you’re being serious.

You are. You’ve never been more serious in your life.

“I want you harry,” you tilt your chin up slightly, your lips brushing his from how close he is.

Before you could even blink his lips were on yours, his tongue licking the seam of your lips before you part and his tongue collided with yours. It’s all teeth and hot breath, your hands dripping his wrists where his hands are still on your cheeks, holding you to him.

You moan when he nips your bottom lip before pulling it with his teeth.

He groans in response, pushing you back as he climbs on top of you. His thighs straddling your hips and his elbows holding him up on either side of your head.

You’re all hands, tracing up his back before scratching down it. Feeling the taut muscles in his back as his groin meets yours and grinds into you.

His lips leave yours, trailing a hot trail of kisses and nips down the side of your neck before stopping to suck at your pulse point. His hands travel all over you, trailing over your hips before coming up and cupping your breast.

His thumb teases your nipple, tugging and pinching it through your shirt.

“Off,” you moan, and he lifts up, tugging your shirt over your head reveling in your nakedness. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” His mouth comes down and sucks your nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the bud.

Before long you’re both shirtless and grinding into one another, kissing and tasting.

“Harry,” you moan, “I want to taste you.” Your hand finds his bulge, squeezing and rubbing him through his shorts.

He curses , throwing his head back as his hips push into your hand.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, baby.” He tells you, his hand coming to rest beside your head as he stares down at you.

You nods, rubbing him as you bit your bottom lip. “I just need you to teach me, teach me how you like it.”

It doesn’t register for a second before he’s looking at you shocked, “you’ve never given a blowjob before?”

Before you can even say anything his lips are on yours, his tongue in your mouth dominating yours in a hot searing kiss.

“Fuck, I love that I’ll be your first.” He kisses you a few more times before he sits up, pulling you with him and stands from the bed.

“On your knees , darling.”

You do as he says instantly, looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes waiting for his next demand.

“Grip me in your hand, squeeze and lick me from base to tip.” He says, eyes watching me intently.

You grip his hard length in yourhand, squeezing him at the base, feeling the vibration as he lets out a deep groan and lick the velvety skin from base to tip, swirling the head with my tongue and teasing his tip. His hips buck towards you, shoving his dick into your cheek.

He pulls out, his hand coming to your cheek as he looks down at you, “sorry, fuck. Sorry, baby, that felt so good.” His thumb strokes my cheek as I light up with a smile.

“It was good?” You ask.

“Yeah, it was good, darling. Now grip me again and pump me while sucking on the tip.”

His hand on your cheek guides you, your hand grips him again as your mouth encases his tip. Swirling your tongues around his tip you begin to suck as your fist starts to pump him.

You grow brave, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth as you still pump him. Your other hand coming around to massage his sac making him let out a deep moan.

He tastes good, pre-cum dripping out of his tip and on your tongue. You continue to take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat and you gag, pulling away.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs. His hands cupping your cheeks making you look up at him. You smile, proud that you can make him feel good.

When you’ve caught your breath, you spit Into your hand before you begin pumping him again. Your mouth taking him as you start ti bob your head on him, sucking and twirling your tongue around him.

Harry’s hands grip your hair, his hips moving to match you as you take him in and out of your mouth. As he grows faster you stop moving, your hands gripping onto his waist as he fucks your mouth. He hits the back of your throat as you gag around him, then pulls away.

Taking deep breaths you grip him in your hand, your thumb rubbing the slit on the head, your eyes meet his. They’re bright and full of lust.

“I want to taste you,” you tell him, wanting him to cum in your mouth so you can taste him fully.

“Fuck,” he growls before bending down and kissing your lips, then he’s back in your mouth as you pump and suck him.

You can feel his stomach tighten and his thighs tense, so you sucks him deeper and pump faster, your other hand coming down to massage his sac.

He grips your hair, pulling as he lets out a moan, “I’m gonna come, y/n.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Before he spills into your mouth. The hot Riley cum landing on your tongue, slightly salty but not bad tasting.

“Don’t swallow.” He tells you, pulling out and falling to his knees In front of you.

His hands grip your waist as he pulls you closer, you’re practically straddling his lap when he brings his thumb up to swipe your bottom lip.

“Show me,” he whispers, his eyes flickering between yours.

You open your mouth, showing him himself still on your tongue. He groans as you smirk, his other hand coming up and gently gripping your neck, not hard but like a loose collar.

“Swallow,” he says one word and you do. You swallow him down as he grips your neck so he can feel you swallow him down.

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” he says before capturing your lips. He doesn’t care, he slips his tongue inside your mouth and pulls you into him. His hand gripping one of your ass cheeks and the other goes to the bottom of one thigh and lifts you up. You moan into his mouth, loving every second of this.

You feel the sheets touch your back and the pillow under your head as he starts to trail down your neck, kissing and sucking, nipping. He doesn’t stop until he gets to your sleep shorts.

You nod faintly, “yes,” before he rips the shorts and your underwear down in one go, kissing both hip bones before you bend you knees bringing your thighs to your chest to help him get your shorts off. Exposing yourself to him as he throws the garments behind his head.

His eyes are locked on your dripping pussy, his hands gripping your hips before he’s on his stomach and looking up at you one last time.

“My turn.”

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