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truth or dare | s.j
in which your best friend, jake, finds out you want him and makes your fantasy come true.
pairing: jake x fem!reader
includes: f receiving oral sex, munch jake obviously, you touch his dick over the pants lol, stripping (lmk if i missed anything).
it was an accident, jake swore. not only was it an accident but it was partly your fault for leaving your laptop wide open for anyone to see.
you were in the bathroom and your laptop was pinging and pinging and pinging nonstop with text messages. jake was laying on your bed, his eyes glued to the tv, but he was beginning to lose focus from how often your computer was pinging.
finally, he couldnât stand the sound anymore and grabbed your laptop from the edge of your bed. all he was going to do was turn it off and be done with it, but on the screen, he something that caught his eye.
your text messages were open and he saw his name so he just had to look, to know why you were talking about him with your friend.
his eyes widened when he saw why he was mentioned in your texts.
messages coming from you that started with fairly tame things like: âjake looks so good today,â âjakeâs cologne is making me go crazy.â
but the more he scrolled, the more texts he found that were just purely vulgar, absolute filth like: âNEED him to eat me out till im crying,â and âbet he moans so pretty,â and even, âneed his dick all the way down my throat asap.â
jake almost thought he was being pranked. he simply could not wrap his around the fact that youâhis best friend of nearly five yearsâwanted him.
quite honestly, jake kind of thought that the two of you strictly had a sibling-like-friendship. you always teased him and fought with him like he was an older brother, and he always protected you and teased you back like you were his little sister.
but you wanted him. if those texts were anything to go off of, then you certainly did not see him as a brother.
suddenly, the bathroom door opened. jake practically threw your laptop back to the end of the bed and laid back against your pillows like he wasnât doing anything.
you walked into the room and sat down next to him with a sigh.
âalright, did you pick a movie?â you asked.
jake wasnât paying attention to a word you said. all he could focus on was how far you were sitting from him on your bed. how was he ever supposed to find out you liked him if you wouldnât even go near him?
âjake,â you said, pushing his arm to get his attention.
âhuh?â he said. âno, i havenât picked yet.â
âjeez, what have you even been doing in here the whole time?â you wondered, taking the remote from him to choose a movie yourself.
you would definitely not want to know what he was doing just minutes before you came in the room.
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jake didnât focus during the movie. he couldnât no matter how hard he tried.
how could he watch a movie when you were right there next to him, probably thinking about him and all the dirty things you wanted to do with him.
it was driving jake crazy. this new piece of information, this secret youâve been carrying for god knows how long, jake had it now and did not know what to do with it.
âthis movie is kinda boring,â he finally spoke.
âseriously? itâs nominated for like four oscarâs,â you responded.
âletâs do something else,â jake suggested.
huffing, you sat up slightly and turned off the movie. you then looked over at jake.
âwhat do you wanna do?â you asked.
jake shifted his body to face you instead of the tv. you tried to calm your thoughts, your thoughts that were far from pg, but he looked amazing. his black hair was slightly more grown out that normal and messy against your pillow. he was in a sweatshirt and sweatpants which is how you liked him best, in comfy clothes.
âwe could play a game or something,â he suggested.
âwhat game?â you wondered.
âi donât know,â he shrugged. âlike, truth or dare or something.â
you snorted. âreally?â
âcâmon,â he pouted.
by just looking at his face and that sweet little pout he gave, a flip practically switched in you and suddenly you would do just about anything he asked.
âokay,â you gave in. âtruth or dare?â
jake pondered for a moment. he wanted to steer the game in a direction that would get you to admit your feelings for him. he needed to hear it from your mouth because he was still having a hard time believing those text messages.
âtruth,â jake replied.
âokay,â you thought for a second. âif you had to hook up with one of your guy friends, who would you pick?â
âgod, youâre the worst at asking questions,â jake groaned. âbut sunghoon, obviously.â
âfigured,â you replied. âyour turn.â
âtruth or dare?â he asked you.
considering you were comfy where you were laying in your bed, you didnât want to pick dare in case he dared you to do something that required getting up.
âtruth,â you said.
âif you had to hook up with one of the guys, who would you pick?â he asked.
you pondered. obviously you knew who you would choose but you couldnât tell him that.
âi donât know,â you lied. âprobably heeseung.â
âyeah right,â jake scoffed.
âwhat?â you frowned. âheâs hot.â
jake could feel himself getting frustrated.
âyour turn,â he said.
âtruth or dare?â
âdare,â he answered.
âi dare you to show me the last picture in your camera roll,â you said.
you didnât think much of it, but out of all the dares you couldâve given him, jake wouldâve chosen anything else. he knew what the last picture in his camera roll was.
âactually, i pick truth,â he said.
âyou canât do that!â you exclaimed. ânow you really have to show me.â
âi donât think you wanna see it,â he tried to warn.
âwhat, is it a dick pic or something?â you joked. you joked. but then you saw jakeâs face and his lack of words and knew that it really was a picture of his dick. âwhat the fuck, jake?â
âitâs not a full one,â he reasoned. âitâs just likeâŚmy bulge in a pair of sweatpants.â
yeah, you wanted to see it really bad. but you didnât want him to know that. you didnât need him to know that you were already getting wet at the mere thought of seeing that kind of picture of your best friend.
âwellâŚâ you trailed off, not knowing what to say. âa dare is a dare.â
jake tried not to smirk. he knew it, knew you wanted to see it.
he pulled out his phone and opened the picture. it was a mirror picture. he was shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, not even wearing underwear underneath. his outline was very clear since he was hard when he took the picture.
slightly nervous, jake handed you his phone. you took it, looking at the picture. it was even better than you imagined.
he didnât miss the way you gulped and the way you instinctively zoomed in on the picture to get an even better look.
but you didnât say anything. you didnât tell him he looked good or anything. you just nodded and handed him his phone back.
âok, your turn,â you said.
âwhat?â jake frowned. âyou donât have anything to say?â
âwhy would i have anything to say?â you wondered.
âbecause i just showed you a picture ofâŚwell, that,â he said. âyou have nothing to say about it?â
âno,â you laughed. âgross.â
you were being so hard to get, it was actually driving him crazy. he knew you wanted him so why were you being so difficult about it?
âfine,â he scoffed. âtruth or dare?â
âdare,â you said, hoping heâll take it easy on you and not make you get up.
âtake off your shirt.â
you immediately gave him a glare.
âdude, what?â you said.
âa dare is a dare,â he replied, repeating your words from a few minutes ago.
âwhy would i take off my shirt?â you asked.
âbecause iâm telling you to,â he responded, his eyes darkening.
the way he said it suddenly made you really want to take it off, wanting to obey any command he gave you.
you sat up a bit and started pulling your sweater over your head. all you had on underneath was a thin, light pink bra. your nipples were visibly hard beneath it and jake was already twitching in his pants at the sight.
once your shirt was off, you looked at him expectantly. his eyes flickered down to your chest and back up to your face.
he hummed in satisfaction.
âcute,â he said quietly.
it wasnât much but the word went straight to your face, turning your cheeks red. oddly, you didnât feel like covering yourself up. in fact, you would show more of yourself if you knew jake was going to compliment you.
âokay,â you whispered. âtruth or dare.â
âdare,â he picked again.
âi dare you the same thing,â you said.
he was hoping you would.
smirking, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
now, you were really starting to get nervous. you had no idea what was going on but you and jake were shirtless in your bed. you liked the feeling though, and you wanted more.
you stared at his bare chest and abdomen, the slight trace of abs making you squeeze your thighs together.
âlike what you see?â he chuckled at you checking him out shamelessly. âwanna feel?â
âshut up,â you muttered, turning your head that other way.
âno, really,â jake said. âfeel it.â
he suddenly grabbed your hand and placed it against his warm naked abdomen. he guided your hand up and down his chest so you could feel every part, every indent of his body.
he could tell he was finally getting to you. you were submitting to him, losing your uninterested demeanor and he was damn glad about it. he needed to uncover the you that wanted him desperately.
âmmm,â he hummed, basically moaning just from your hand rubbing his body.
he was bold when he very gently and slowly dragged your hand down even further until it was brushing over his waistband and to the front of his sweatpants, right where his growing cock was.
you looked up at his face in shock, but his eyes were closed. he was biting his bottom lip, fully engrossed in this and the feeling of your hand pressed flat on his covered cock.
he kept your hand there, not even making you move it or grip his erection, but just having you feel it. it was entirely hard and just having your hand on it, you could feel it pulsate.
weakly, you began to wrap your fingers around the outline, but he squeezed your wrist and pulled your hand off of him before you could.
his eyes opened and when you looked at each other, he just smirked.
âtruth or dare?â
he asked it so calm and casually like your hand wasnât just on his dick. you didnât even quite know what to say, unsure how you were supposed to go about playing the game after that.
âuh, t-truth?â you sputtered out, purely confused about what was going on.
âhow long have you wanted to do that?â he asked.
your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
âwhat?â you asked.
âhow long have you wanted to touch my cock?â he wondered. âhow long have you wanted me?â
âwho said i want you?â you ask, eyebrows furrowing.
obviously you did want him, but you didnât know how he knew that.
âi saw the texts,â he told you. he could still tell you were confused so he added, âthe texts with you and your friend, talking about how badly you wanted me. god, the things you were saying were just filthy, y/n. i had no idea you felt that way.â
your heart sunk. suddenly, you didnât want to do any of this anymore. you were utterly humiliated that jake found out you liked him and even more so by how he found out.
âjake, i-iââ you sputtered. âplease. i donâtââ
you couldnât figure out what to say.
âso?â he said. âhow long?â
you bowed your head in shame.
âa long time,â you mumbled. ââm sorry.â
jake tilted your head back up by your chin, smiling softly at your blushing face. you were so cute when you were embarrassed, he was almost doing all this on purpose.
âwhy are you sorry?â he asked. âi never said i didnât feel the same, did i?â
this could not be good for your heart. all this slowing of your heart race only for it to pick back up again so quickly. but now you were filled with hope and excitement.
âreally?â you asked eagerly, pathetically almost.
âcâmon, letâs keep playing,â he said.
âtruth or dare,â you said.
âtruth,â he replied.
âwhat did you think when you saw those texts?â you wondered sheepishly.
he chuckled a bit.
âi guess i was thinking about how i didnât realize my best friend was so horny for me,â he said, his voice deep and sexy. you squirmed, your body unbearably hot. ânow, truth or dare?â
you were nervous to pick dare to see what he would make you do next, but more than nervous, you were excited. so, you did it.
âdare.â
jake knew what he was going to dare you was bold, but he was hard as a rock in his pants and needed you now.
âi dare you to let me eat you out.â
he expected some kind of shock and disgust from you, but that was not the response you gave him.
ever since youâve known him, youâve wanted him between your thighs. so now that he was actually offering, why would you reject that?
âokay,â you whispered, still nervous despite wanting it.
he watched in surprise as you lifted your hips up and pulled both your pants and underwear down at once. you looked over at him, waiting for him to follow through with your dare.
âfuck,â he muttered, still in shock that you were suddenly naked right next to him. âdidnât know you wanted me that bad.â
you couldnât argue. you did want him that bad.
he got up and positioned himself between your legs, face to face with your pussy. he held your thighs while he stared at it, in awe that it was really right there in front of him, his to devour.
âitâs so pretty,â he said, leaning in to place a kiss on your clit. ânever knew my best friend had such a pretty little pussy.â
his words sent heat all over your body. you were embarrassed but more than that, you were just so unbelievably turned on. jake looked so good between your legs and you knew heâd look even better once he was actually eating you out.
âplease,â you urged, jutting your hips up impatiently.
jake finally licked a stripe up your slit, starting from the bottom all the way up to the top. he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves, moaning at the taste in his mouth.
âfuckkk,â you moaned out, head falling back against your pillows.
he alternated between sucking and licking your clit, using the tip of his tongue to rub it in little circles and watching the way it moved up and down and to the side. he was eventually just making out with it, eyes closed in concentration and pleasure.
after a moment, he pulled back, a string of saliva keeping his lips attached to your glistening pearl. he then leaned back in and starting licking up and down your pussy in firm, fluid strokes, gathering all of your arousal on his tongue and swallowing it.
you dug your fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick strands which only fueled jake even more. he moaned against your cunt, eyes rolling slightly from getting his hair played with and pulled.
âyouâre so fucking hot,â he said, his breath warm on your pussy. âsuch a good pussy too. fuck, i want it all over my face.â
he dived back in, pushing his face into your pussy as much as he could. his nose rubbed against your puffy clit as his tongue delved inside your hole. he pushed it in as deep as it could possibly go, feeling your warm plushy walls around him.
âfuck, jake!â you yelled.
he sucked on your folds and back on your clit, suddenly intoxicated by the delicious taste of your pussy. it was just so hot, so sweet and tight and perfect. he truly could not get enough and genuinely wanted to drink your arousal.
âoh my god,â he moaned. âyou have the sweetest pussy iâve ever tasted, baby. fuck, itâs so good.â
your legs shook on either side of his head. you were feeling weaker and weaker by the second, his tongue moving like lightning and filling you with sparks.
he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down your slit, tilting his head to the side and resting it on your quivering thigh. the wet sound of his tongue flicking up and down your folds was driving you to the edge.
you couldnât even warm him that it was about to happen. it just happened.
âmmm, iâm cumming,â you slurred, so drunk on the feeling that you could hardly speak.
you gripped his hair extra tight, pushing your hips up into his face. he ate your perfect cunt and drank every last droplet of your arousal that dripped out of you.
you were dizzy and moaning loudly and carelessly as you grinded your cunt against his face, riding out your high. your pussy was so wet, drenched in your own cum and jakeâs saliva.
when you were finally finished, jake sat up and collapsed next to you, his lips, nose, and chin all glistening in your arousal.
you turned your head to face him, your cheeks red. the shock of what you two had just done was kicking in.
you werenât sure what you two were supposed to do now and where to go from there. you were best friends and best friends werenât supposed to do what youâd just done.
âwanna finish that movie?â jake asked casually, as though he wasnât just tongue deep in your cunt.
âsure,â you agreed, as though you werenât just cumming all over his face.
he wrapped his arm around you and played the movie again, the two of you laying there without acknowledging what happened.
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:3 teehee munch jake :3 teehee best friend jake
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Was wondering about for your post 'captain is a terrible dad' if junior somehow convinces the league through the power of misunderstanding that 'billy' is the newest actual baby of the family? Like maybe tim is talking to junior about his younger siblings(damian stabbing him or smth), and Junior tells him about Billy and since they never heard about him before they think marvel just had another baby? Even worse if you also include the au where people think Marvel and Adam are exes and they think Marvel got close to him again?
Ever since Tim learned about Marvel having a new kid, heâs been thinking about it nonstop. Itâs been bugging him and he really wants to ask about it. The only problem? Every time heâs tried to approach Marvel to ask about it, something has question-blocked him.
Robin!Tim: âMarvel, can we talk?â
Marvel: âSure, whatâs up?â *smiles*
Robin!Tim: âWell-â
Marvel: *comm rings and he realizes itâs an emergency* âSorry, I gotta go. Weâll talk later right?â *flies off*
Eventually, after a week of this, Tim finally got his chance in one of the watchtowerâs kitchens.
Robin!Tim: âMarvel , can I ask you something?â
Marvel: âSure, go ahead.â *stirring something in a bowl*
Tim had spent the past week practicing how the conversation would go, yet didnât even think about how he would start it.
Robin!Tim: *just decides to rip off the band-aid* âUh⌠Why do you keep having kids if you hate them?â
Marvel: *slowly stops stirring his bowl so he stop and stare incredulously*
Robin!Tim: âItâs- Itâs the little things. Like the little looks of disgust when they say something a kid their age would say. Or like the blatant disregard you have for their safety. Or the threats of violence.â
Marvel: *puts the bowl down* âWhat-â
Robin!Tim: âLike isnât it parenting 101 that you donât tell your kid they shouldâve been lobotomized??â
Marvel: *forgot he said that to Mary the other day* âUh-â
Robin!Tim: âAnd then thereâs the fact that if I asked, you wouldnât even be able to tell me where even one of them are at this moment, would you? They could be kidnapped, or lost, or in some other deep shit and you wouldnât even notice! I havenât seen this level of negligence in anything other than my own parents, and they didnât even notice their own child sneaking out at night to take pictures of Batman!â
Marvel: *sounds concerned* âYou were neglected-â
Robin!Tim: *grabs a nearby stool, hops on, then stands on his tippy toes so he can look Marvel straight in the face* âAnd donât get me started on Black Adam! Why in the world would you even want to get back with him??â
Marvel: *sounds horrified because that inplies they were together at some point* âWho told you that?â
Robin!Tim: âWhat do you mean who told me that?? Itâs obvious to literally everyone!â
Marvel: *looks around as if looking for hidden cameras* âIs it though-â
Robin!Tim: âYES! It is. What on earth could you possibly see in him? There are literally multiple videos of him throwing both you and your kids through buildings.â
Marvel: *goes back to looking for the hidden cameras*
Robin!Tim: *continues his rant* âAnd then you decided to do the worse possible thing you could do in this situation which was bring in another kid?? What is wrong with you???â
Marvel: *a little speechless but finally gets something out without being cut off for the 50 millionth time* âWhat do you mean bring in another kid?â
Robin!Tim: âBilly!â
Marvel: âBilly??â *sounds more confused now*
Robin!Tim: âThe baby!â
Marvel: âWhaâŚ? Billy isnât the baby, Darla is??â
Robin!Tim: âWho is Darla???â
Marvel: *realizes he said her actual name* âThe purple one.â
Robin!Tim: âShe has a name??â *just completely confused now* âThen whoâs Billy??â
Marvel: âHeâs just some kid that doesnât have powers.â
Robin!Tim: âHeâs not one of your kidsâŚ?â
Marvel: âNo? I donât have kids?â
Robin!Tim: âThen how are you related to Junior and Mary and all the other kids??â
Marvel: âWeâre siblings? They have a mom and a dad, Robin.â
Robin!Tim: *pauses* âThat still doesnât excuse the fact that you let a bunch of preteens run around fighting crime on their own, unsupervised. Also why are you so much older than them if youâre siblings?â
Solomon: âSay theyâre several thousands of years old.â
Marvel: âTheyâre all several thousands of years old. Theyâre not idiots. They can fight on their own. As for me? Iâm several tens of thousands of years old.â
Robin!Tim: *dumbfounded*
Marvel: âNow what was this about being neglected by your parents?â
Marvel then proceeded to get Tim to trauma dump about his parents, about his vigilante life, and about everything else.
Robin!Tim: âI just canât believe they didnât notice!â
Marvel: âThatâs terrible.â *hands him the bowl from earlier*
Robin!Tim: âI know!â *absent-minded, stirring of bowl*
By the way, I almost finished this and then lost all the progress so I had to redo all of this. If I hadnât lost all the progress, it wouldâve came out yesterday night. So unfortunately, youâre stuck with the shittier version of this post as I continue to ride off the waves of anger that I still feel boiling inside of me. Rewriting this post made me almost crash out at 12:35 in the morning.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#tim drake as robin#tim drake#dc robin#robin dc
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Art with a psycho girly partner? đĽş
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Your eyes briefly swept over the decapitated body and the viscous fluid oozing out of it; you didn't bat an eye. You were bubbly, but there was something downright malicious simmering below the surface; He knew you'd cross paths again as he watched your amiable self skip down the road and fade into the distance.
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Girly reader who is obsessed with Art đ
Do I even need to say that it's smut it's all I ever write
You played the part well, he'd give you that. Art had first caught sight of you in the old costume shop in Miles County, lurking towards the back where all the nauseating pinks and creams amalgamated to create it's own fantasy-like microcosm, full of various princess and fairy costumes and similar varieties.
He didn't particularly pay you much mind initially, his focus solely on the girl he often terrorised, grinning eerily at her with a sense of foreboding. He remained cruelly amused even as the adolescent with the ironic angel wings dashed out of the shop, eager to flee his suffocating presence.
His mind had slipped the possibility that you had remained within the shop, excitedly trying on pretty tiaras and adorning yourself with sparkly jewellery, all the while remaining oblivious to the grotesque murder of the store assistant, his head cut clean from his neck. Blood pooled upon the floor, draining from the ugly orifice. His head had been tossed haphazardly to the side.
He had heard your bubbly self round the corner, humming happily with an armful of items and clothes, before bumping into his side hastily. Art peered down at your mildly shocked expression, gauging the way your round cheeks appled out into a smile.
Blood lightly covered his form, and specs of it had been transferred onto you. You didn't react, as happy as ever, giggling at your mistake. "Pardon me! I'm sorry, I'm in a world of my own.", your curls bounced as you gazed around the shop, bypassing the crude, decapitated head, and instead focusing on the locked door at the entrance of the shop.
"Oh! I didn't realise they shut so early. That's okay, I've got everything I need.", you whirled past him, almost skipping over to the door and unlocking it. The dresses and other items in your hands still had the tags on them, unscanned and unpaid for. As soon as you stepped a foot out the door, the alarm rang.
Even still, you remained as unperturbed as ever, glancing back at the clown. "You won't tell, will you?", you had indicated to your stolen goods, flashing him a dazzling smile. "You look like someone who knows how to keep a secret.", your eyes briefly swept over the decapitated body and the viscous fluid oozing out of it; you didn't bat an eye.
In fact, your smile rivalled Arts as he nodded slowly that, yes, he could definitely keep a secret. His head tilted inquisitively, searching your expression for a semblance of fear or shock, but he genuinely found none. As you offered him a cheerful goodbye and skipped off down the road, Art bet most people thought you were ditzy and dumb.
Staring at your receding form in the distance, Arts keen eyes knew the aura of darkness when he saw it. You were bubbly, but there was something downright malicious simmering below the surface. He didn't bother seeking you out, you were bound to cross paths.
That had been a year ago. A few weeks after your initial meeting, Art had paused his laborious work of crafting within the dilapidated house due to the sound of male shouting tinged with irritation.
"You've brought me out here for what? You said I could fuck you, so why the fuck are you leading me into the middle of nowhere? Got your boyfriend out here or something?"
The tone was downright condescending and full of unrighteous anger; he believed you owed him something. Art stood amongst the shadows of the lowering sun, arms crossed languidly as he watched, recognising your melodious voice instantly.
"You don't have to be so crude about it, I just want to have a romantic walk in the forest." You pouted, eyelashes fluttering at him as a small smile tugged at your lips, a pretty sheen of lipgloss staining them rosy.
The man gave you a disgusted grimace, checking his phone repetitively. He seemed aggravated, pawing at your skirt covered hips and backing you into a nearby tree. He outright ignored everything sweet you had to say, barely sparing you a glance as he scrutinised your form hugging jumper appreciatively.
Still, you prattled on and on, rambling kindly about how beautiful the forest became in the autumn, how refreshingly cold it was and that it was the perfect weather for a nice walk-
"You've got such a slutty body. Shut your mouth for me, yeah?" Hands began smoothing the already short skirt up your thighs, bunching the fabric, before they were slapped away. You ducked past him, skipping over to your bag that you had dropped earlier on and started searching for something.
"I just need to grab a condom. I'm a good girl, you know." You twirled a lock of hair with a sly smirk, digging through the multitude of items within your handbag. You pouted your lips in mild irritation, hand swiftly seeking what you needed, before you nodded to yourself happily, hand clutching what you desired.
Standing straight, you twirled around and offered the man a wink, to which he scoffed. Barely a second later, his kneecap was blown off as a resounding bang echoed throughout the thicket.
He screamed and fell to the floor in a heap, blood pouring grotesquely over the leaves that blanketed the damp ground. You held the gun out in front of you, aiming steadily. You shot the other knee, face stoic, and rolled your eyes at the blood curdling scream he released.
Art remained in the shadows, arms folded with intrigue as he chuckled to himself, eyebrows low. He watched the man roll back and forth upon the ground, crying out for help and for mercy. Peering back at you, he cocked his head at the way you giggled with a delicate hand covering your mouth, gun held high.
"You're so silly for thinking I'd ever let you touch me. At least take a girl out for dinner first, you know?"
With a playful wave goodbye, you shot him in the head, watching the way his body collapsed backwards, twitching. All fell silent. You sighed contentedly at the peace, smoothing your skirt back into place pristinely.
A rustle of leaves drew your attention, a tall, monochromatic man standing eerily still, lurking behind a tree at you. He was grinning. You waved at him amicably; he returned the gesture.
"Oh, I'd recognise you anywhere! From the costume shop, right?"
Art nodded slowly, stepping out from behind the tree and taking measured steps towards you. You still held the gun in your hand, but it was pointed at the floor.
As the clown approached, you found your neck craning upwards, his body swallowing you in it's shadow. He was lithe and lumbersome, grinning down at you.
"Think you could keep another secret, Mr tall and handsome?" You giggled, face a light pink from his close proximity and intense stare; he was alluring. In fact, you found yourself downright infatuated with him. You could sense the danger oozing off of him in waves, and although a bolt of caution shot through you, you couldn't deny the peculiar attraction you felt to his unique and theatrical self.
Art declined his head down at you, pointing softly to himself, humbly, as though to say 'who, me?', before comically twisting to look behind him, seeking out the other person you were surely complimenting.
It made you giggle again, smiling sweetly up at him as you shook your head at his playfulness. "Sorry, I shouldn't be so bold. You're the miles county killer, aren't you? It makes me nervous being in the presence of someone way above my calibre."
Your eyes fluttered around cutely, before returning up at him with a beautiful sparkle. Art waved off your compliment dramatically, grin sharpening at your girlish giggle. To anyone else, his rigid closeness and predatory stare down would immediately raise flags. But you seemed happy enough, cheeks a cute pink.
"It's so difficult though, being efficient, secretive and untraceable just like you. If I had half of your strength, it would make my life so much easier. It really takes it out of me having to lug these bodies around. And also-"
Art didn't take notice of when you both had begun to walk slowly through the shadowed forest, only that he didn't mind hearing your rambling. He watched you gesture dramatically as you told your stories of having to lure horrible men into the woods before shooting them, and cocked an eyebrow as you suddenly changed subject and fawned over the falling leaves, excitedly proclaiming your love for the various reds, oranges and yellows.
Art nodded thoughtfully at most things you said, even if the gesture was slightly mocking in its sincerity. Even still, he quite liked your voice, and he found himself laughing at some of the tales you told. You were delicate, short of stature compared to him; It would be incredibly easy to reach over and snap your neck. Art found that he didn't want to.
He wasn't restraining himself out of kindness, and he wasn't even actively attempting to be polite. He simply wanted to act this way, here and now, as spontaneous as always. It was humorous, for once he was the one listening calmly, and you were the one grinning far too widely at him.
That was some time ago. Since your first real introduction, you had seen Art here and there, pleasantly surprised when he'd turn up just as you were about to clean up the mess you made of a body, only to drag it with ease to whichever location you desired and burn it.
From there on, sightings of him became even more frequent, moreso to the point that one day you heard a crash in your kitchen, running down with gun in hand, only to bare witness to Art standing menacingly with a horrific smile, blood coating his form and a scissors and pliers held intimidatingly.
Upon seeing you, confusion entered his eyes, his hands lowering. You had never seen the clown appear bashful at his own mistake, raising his hands and shrugging as though to say 'oops'.
It made you giggle, hand to mouth. You pointed towards the window, indicating to the house nearby. "Art, weren't you supposed to be killing my neighbour tonight? You've trespassed the wrong house!" You snickered, bounding over to him excitedly and staring up at him with the most innocent, adoring expression; it made him want to lift the pliers and rip your stunning eyes out and keep them forever.
Art had the decency to realise his mistake, scratching the back of his head awkwardly before rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. He remembered you saying you lived close to his next victim, but he didn't realise you were adjacent. Mistakes for him were so rare.
Art scoffed at himself, shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air as though saying 'ive made a real mess of this'. His theatrics made you laugh, increasing drastically as you watched the way he perched his hands on his hips in exasperation.
"I'm really glad you're here. I've never shown you around my home before, so..if you've got time..." You trailed off softly, lifting your hands and crossing your fingers with hope as you danced side to side, awaiting his response.
Art deliberated upon that, taking his time as he watched you dance, before shrugging once with a grin. Sure, why not. He could spare a minute or two before he absolutely maimed your neighbour.
He felt your smaller form bolt over to his side and lock arms with him, and he let you. You pulled him along, showing him each room swiftly before dragging him up to your bedroom and pushing him in.
"You look soo dangerous in my room! I love it!"
You had a point. Perusing the room, he found it to be incredibly girly. You had a lot of pinks, fairy lights everywhere and a few teddies here and there. His monochromatic self standing eerily still within your room feels like he's siphoning the pretty colours out of it.
Regardless, you utterly beamed at him, more than happy. You bordered on manic, he thought, body shaking in excitement and fists clenched so hard. Your bright grin stretched wide, eyes round and watchful, focusing solely on him and his reaction.
After what felt like ages, Art lifted a finger up to his neck and mimicked a cutting motion, head tilted to the side and tongue poking out like a comical cartoon character that had been killed. This room was far too bright for him, sickeningly sweet and adorable, but your high pitched giggles of glee at his honest opinion had him chuckling silently too, eyebrows low as he watched you dazzle.
That had been one of your biggest turning points with the clown, and from that day you saw him almost daily. In fact, he walked into your home whenever he felt like it. You'd find him lounging on your chair by the TV at random times in the night, or eating at your kitchen table serenely.
What you cherished the most was when he took you to his dilapidated hideout, dark and dingy and cold, fully juxtaposing your little home; you were now the only beacon of light and colour in this place.
He did enjoy terrifying you now and again, especially in his hideout, his tall form no longer behind you, silently waiting for the moment to make you scream. Each time it made you incredibly excited, anxiety building up inside of you giddily.
When you'd least expect it, Art would be there, coming at you with a hatchet and swinging it downwards playfully. He'd listen to your high pitched squeals and relish in the way you'd flinch and cover yourself protectively. He'd laugh and point at you, shaking his head; it got you every time.
"You're so scary! But honestly, you're so attractive when you do that. Surely some of your victims admit that? The women? Maybe some men?" You swayed your shoulders bashfully, cheeks turning pink like they so often did in his presence.
Art paused at that, a mild look of bewilderment shaping his face at your proclamation, before a sinister smirk darkened the expression considerably. You blinked owlishly as the clown began to take measured, predatory steps towards you, backing you into a damp wall.
He was so tall, caging you against his body, and all you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, gnawing your pretty lips in anticipation of his next move. He chuckled silently at your reddening cheeks and the way you reached your hands up to cup them delicately. Finally, as an answer, he shook his head slowly.
You seemed mortified. "Did you cut their eyes out first or something? You're handsome to me! Tall, intimidating, dark, incredibly strong--", you began counting on your hand all of Arts best qualities, all the while the clown crossed his arms and nodded patiently, egging you on to continue with a wave of his hand.
"--Honestly, I've always thought this, but I didn't want to be too bold, and I'm feeling really shy with you backing me up against the wall but I also love it, and--and I'm rambling because I'm nervous."
Your admittance seemed to be the biggest factor that contributed to how the two of you were now: You completely smitten with him, and him accepting the fact that he would never kill you. You were sweet and you made the best hot chocolate, and you did make the killings more fun so he'd keep you around.
You were incredibly bubbly, always smiling at him beautifully and helping him cut up body parts with your constant giggles that rivalled his own. He had unintentionally made you cry once, and a foreign emotion had struck him.
Art thought it would be incredibly amusing to offer you a badly wrapped gift with a human body part inside it. He did it mostly to shock you and hear your shrieks of surprise that would eventually melt into laughter, and he didn't particularly put much thought into what body part he would gift you with.
Upon opening the box, you were stunned into silence at seeing the rotten, maggot infested heart staring back at you. You didn't cry out or scream, and you didn't giggle or smile. Instead, your large eyes filled to the brim with tears, lips quivering before the fat droplets spilled over and a sob was wrenched from you.
"Oh my God.", you held a hand to your mouth, mascara streaking your cheeks messily. "Is that a heart? For..for me?", you spoke in utter disbelief, words whispered and shaking. Art cocked his head at your peculiar display of sadness, but nodded nonetheless. He had never seen you cry before.
"That's the most romantic thing that anyone has ever done for me.", you rushed out in a broken sob, sniffling and wiping your tears profusely. Art blinked, face depicting confusion, lips tilted downward. His mind blanked as he awaited your explanation, amusement doused temporarily.
"Id always appreciate anything you gift me, but a heart? Of course I'll be your girlfriend!" You shrieked out with a sob, box dropping to the floor as you jumped and lunged at the clown, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
He felt your tears soak his neck, his hands lifted up in mild shock, face deadpan, frozen as you wrapped your body around his own, perched upon his lap. Art rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in amusement and exasperation, mimicking your emotional sobs over your shoulder with a dramatic pout, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.
He eventually threw his hands up in defeat, chuckling to himself. He did not foresee a reaction like this coming when you opened that box. He was more than content to play along, and eventually wrapped his strong hands around your body, charcoal eyes swirling with evil. He rather enjoyed your spontaneity.
Following the initiation into an apparent 'relationship', Art received a few gifts from you too. He himself received a human heart in a black, satin box. It was relatively fresh, and he couldn't help but sigh dreamily and flutter his eyelashes at the romantic gesture. His theatrics were over the top and evidently condescending, but it flew over your pretty head.
He was mildly impressed. You often used guns to kill your victims, lacking the strength and speed to ever out maneuver anyone bigger than yourself. Your hands were never that dirty either, you were not acquainted with using sharp weapons on the human body, so to be gifted a heart of all things, carved with effort from somebody's chest - it made Art nod in genuine approval.
The rest was history.
Art felt unnaturally domesticated within your presence, but he really didn't mind. You had a lot of uses, and he couldn't deny the possession he held for you. If claiming you as his own meant that you were in a 'relationship', then so be it.
He remained nonchalant to your girlish romanticism. He found it to be amusing and peculiarly cute, and even when he'd coo at you mockingly like a little dog, you loved it. In fact, a lot of his condescension did not perturb you. You were overjoyed at him mocking your kissy faces, pouting petulantly, mirroring your own actions.
Art couldn't deny enjoying the tender moments too. He had come to the conclusion long ago that he would never kill you - you were the only exception - and would display surprising levels of intimacy if only to hear your high pitched giggles and tease you for your pinkening cheeks.
Like right now, how he had his large palm delicately stroking your soft hair, brushing strands out of your face. His hand reached down to cup the side of your face, thumb tenderly rubbing circles upon your cheekbone.
You sighed dreamily, the exhale leaving your nose as you bobbed your head up and down his thick length. You sat perched on your knees between his wide thighs on the living room floor, sticky lipgloss leaving a messy residue on his shaft, your lips glistening with saliva.
You had been doing this for a while, languidly pleasuring him, and he let you. He allowed you to sink to your knees and fondle him until he was half hard before your loving mouth engulfed him. All the while, he watched whatever movie you had on TV.
Even when his dick was fully hard, splitting your jaw apart, he barely looked at you. He was focused on the movie, a masked killer hunting a woman down, and hardly spared you a glance even as you worked him faster, slurping and sucking him messily.
It made you unbearably wet, craving his attention, craving even a semblance of pleasure in his expression, or a buck of his hips to indicate that he was enjoying it. Instead, he stroked your cheek delicately, lazily, as though you were a pet that was doing a satisfactory job and nothing more.
Your brows knit together frustratedly, and you took him deep into your throat, saliva pooling down your chin as you choked and moaned quietly at the pulsating between your thighs. You were so wet it was beginning to coat them.
Granted, you had foregone the underwear, instead wearing an incredibly short skirt that had your plump ass cheeks hanging out. You were needy today, you depended on his attention, but he refused to spare you even a thought and it made childish tears well up in your eyes.
Your knees spread below you, skirt rising up higher upon your hips. If he had spared even a moments gaze upon you, he'd see the way your tight, puckered hole swallowed a pretty buttplug, embellished with a sparkling pink diamond on the end.
The pressure was pleasant, and you used your inner muscles to squeeze the toy, wiggling desperately as you did. You closed your eyes as you began sucking him lewdly now, the sounds becoming sloppy and loud as you reached a hand between your legs to play with your aching clitoris.
You were dripping whorishly upon the floor, moaning around his huge cock as you rubbed circles around the pulsating nub before slipping your fingers over it directly, hips bucking in relieved pleasure.
Arousal surged through you as you felt his hips lift the slightest, seeking the back of your throat, and your eyes flew open to witness the serenely blissful expression on his face, only to widen your eyes.
His gaze had been unknowingly on you for a while now, lacking it's usual grin and instead staring sternly, eyebrows low and shadowing his dark eyes. There was a lecherous blackness in his gaze, drinking in the way your cheeks reddened considerably, eyelashes fluttering bashfully against your cheeks.
You had his full, undivided attention now, and it only served to make you increase your efforts tenfold, bobbing your head up to the very tip to suckle the sensitive nerves, lapping up his salty precum with your hot tongue, before sinking back down as far as you could go, lifting a hand to fondle his swollen balls, encouraging them to unload inside your wanting mouth.
Arts intimidating stoicism faltered momentarily at your ministrations, head leaning back into the cushioned chair as his mouth opened in a silent, pleasured exhale, his sharp and angular jawline emphasised greatly from this angle.
That subtle, minor expression of bliss shot bolts of unfiltered arousal through you. You moaned around his cock, redoubling your efforts even as your jaw ached. You suckled your way to the tip, releasing his solid length with a pop; your hand took over, jerking him steadily.
"Mm, I get so wet whenever I give you a blowjob. If you had spared half a second to look at me, you'd notice.", your voice came out in a quiet, childish whine, lips pouted dramatically.
Art lolled his head to the side and stared down at you, eyebrow cocked in a silent question. He scrutinised your little pout and the way your eyes sparkled with unshed tears and a slow, sharp smirk etched it's way onto his face.
Aw, did you crave attention? Are you his little attention whore? Art snickered at the thought, but found that this must surely be the answer; you craved his affections, and he chuckled as your lips quivered.
Art stroked your face tenderly and pouted right back at you, nodding and mockingly agreeing with your little outburst. It really was awful of him, wasn't it? He'd have to rectify that.
Before you knew it, you found yourself bent over the arm of the chair, legs kicked apart as he toyed with the little plug in your ass, wiggling it back and forth. You had a glorious ass, round and fat and smooth, and even he wasn't immune to its juiciness.
He jiggled your cheeks playfully, watching the skin mold to his hand and ripple outwards under the pressure. One day, he'd fuck your tight little rim raw, and the thought had him rock hard as he pushed his cock against your sodden pussy and glided in halfway with a teasing smirk.
"Nng, don't tease me. P-put it all in, stretch me out-", you begged pathetically, pushing your luscious ass back against him.
Art pulled out slowly to the tip, rubbing along your folds for a moment, before catching the tip against your hole. With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, he sunk in as deep as he could, parting your velvety walls. The stretch was always considerable, always tinged with pain. It made you shudder beautifully, back arching.
"Yes, yes--Love this feeling, love you--", you rambled in a high pitched, girlish tenor, moaning as he filled you to the brim and more.
Arts face split into a nasty, smug grin behind you, shoulders shaking with laughter. It was pretty clear that you loved him, he thought. Each time his cock found your sodden hole you'd proclaim this proudly, delirious and euphoric.
Gripping your waist, Art smoothed his calloused hands down to your hips and back up rhythmically, hearing you sigh in delight. He fucked you the way he knew you loved, hard and deep, and had no issue acting so intimately, so romantically, as you'd say.
You were his, and he enjoyed your feminine noises of pleasure. He felt that you were the only instance where he would ever act this way. With you, he didn't merely act on a whim anymore, dangerously spontaneous. Of course, that did happen on occasion, but in moments like these, when he was paired up with someone so bizarrely loving, so warm and bubbly and intimate, he found that reciprocating wasn't all that hard anymore.
He revelled in your little adoring sighs as he smoothed his way up your womanly figure, and the way you'd nuzzle into his palm every time he'd trail a strong hand down your jaw and onto your neck to hold possessively.
You were as unhinged as him, but you were also..gentle. He didn't particularly want to hurt you too much anymore. He did want to fuck you into a crying mess, however.
Art pressed a thumb to the dazzling diamond sticking out between your cheeks, applying pressure so it sunk in deeper, all the while fucking you hard and filling you so full.
He had a feeling that you were hinting at something with the way this delectable little toy jutted out of you. You were so pure on times, he imagined you found it hard to admit. That was fine, he'd get it out of you one way or another. If you wanted your ass played with so much, all you had to do was ask.
He wiggled the toy back and forth, pulling on it slightly and feeling the way your tight hole suctioned it back in. You whined at the feeling, your ass and pussy deliciously full, and stared back at him with dazzling, loving eyes.
"Ahh-Art--Feels so good-!", you gasped, moaning sweetly to him, so high pitched and whiny that he couldn't help but coo down at you in faux affection. His cock pummelled into you rhythmically, the wet slap of skin permeating the air. His heavy balls slapped sinfully against your pulsing little clitoris causing your legs to quiver and shake.
Art gripped the base of the toy more firmly, wiggling it side to side once again, before pulling it out from your tight rim. You whined noisily at the feeling, shuddering as you felt his fingers dip down between your legs to gather lubrication, before prodding at your hole once more and sinking in to the knuckles.
You cried out, back arching and legs widening further at the feeling of his thick fingers rhythmically filling your ass. It felt dirty and forbidden, something you had never done before, but each and every time he gave your virgin hole attention, whether it be a delicate stroke of his thumb or his tongue lavishing the area, it had you so wet and sticky that you could barely handle it.
Art grinned salaciously as his digits pumped into you deeply, all the while his rigid cock slipped into your pussy relentlessly, stretching you in ways that you should be used to by now, but you never were. He was so long and thick and it made your mind whirl with pleasure.
"S-so dirty putting your fingers in there I--ahh-- I shouldn't like it but I do!", you rambled adorably, your tongue loosening as he fucked you harder, snapping his hips against your bouncing cheeks.
Art snickered and shook his head at your innocence; A finger in your ass was probably one of the least dirtiest things he had touched. Another digit entered your passage, his hot length ravaging your pliant form. You cried out in broken whimpers, rambling little, soft compliments about his sheer size and how you needed him to fuck you, how you loved him.
You became dumb once his cock was near you, he found. He quite liked it, revelled in your incoherent stammering, or the way your eyes would be glued to his massive length.
Art grinned cruelly down at you, a sudden darkness enveloping his irises as he gripped painful handfuls of your hips, his fingers no doubt bruising the tender area, before he pushed your body forward so your upper half fell down with a yelp, your ass fully on display for him and fucked you so mind numbingly rough that tears streaked down your cheeks, your high pitched sobs and cries to slow down were music to his ears. In the next breath, you'd beg him to never stop.
Your thighs quivered and shook as his balls slapped hard against your clitoris, his cock fucking into you so sinfully you were outright weeping. You shrieked when your orgasm peaked, splattering down your quaking thighs as you gasped and fisted the blankets desperately.
Art grit his teeth in concentration, feeling that overwhelming urge to unload himself within you. He placed a rough hand against your head and forced you downwards, his head tilting back and lips parting in bliss as his cock filled your crammed little hole with ropes of hot cum. His hips stuttered as each powerful rope shot out, your pulsating walls milking him and lapping up as much as it could before the excess spilled messily out of your pussy, around his girth and down his balls.
You were panting shallowly as he finished, unceremoniously dropped as his hands and body removed themselves from you. Cum dribbled out of your used hole, and you flushed darkly as Art righted your bunched up skirt, smoothing it back down over your ass and putting his cock back inside his costume as though he hadn't just decimated your body and mind brutally.
You pushed yourself up on weak arms, turning to face the cheeky grin of the clown who looked as pristine as ever, not at all out of breath and sweaty like you were. Art indicated to the forgotten movie on the screen, nodding over to the settee so that you could both take a seat and finish it, but upon taking a step forward your legs felt so shaky you thought you were about to collapse.
You stumbled forward and gripped his costume tightly, gravity making the thick, warm cum inside of you dribble down your thighs messily. Art outright laughed at your unstable legs, cooing down at you and winking at you slyly. He shrugged nonchalantly, raising his hands as though to say 'oops'.
You giggled up at him bashfully, feeling him lead you to the settee before you promptly flopped backwards onto it and spread your legs out over his lap. Art didn't mind, from how short your skirt was he got a good eyeful of your glistening, puffy pussy. It made him scoff darkly to himself, shaking his head.
"Oh, Halloweens on. This used to be my favourite film, I had a massive crush on Michael Myers for the longest time-".
Ah, there it was - your silly ramblings had started again, and Art cocked an eyebrow at your admittance, peering at the character on the screen who seemed to be choking a stupid teenage girl.
"--And I guess I do like Jason too but, I don't know, he never appealed to me as much as Michael--"
Art nodded along to your cute outburst, watching the way your eyes sparkled passionately. He smoothed a hand up your calf, smirking.
"--But Jason is so much faster than Michael, which is kind of attractive, you know, the whole predator/prey thing, and--"
Art raised both brows now, grin positively evil. You wanted to be chased, did you? Hunted down and captured like a victim? Interesting. He began to chuckle to himself, arms folded and turning in his seat so he could give you his undivided attention.
You felt your cheeks pinken at his look and realized you had probably admitted too much. From the way he wiggled his eyebrows, stare turning predatory, you knew he was plotting something.
"What? It can't be that surprising that I'd..kind of like to be on the receiving end one day. We hunt so many people, it must be hot being hunted," you sighed dreamily, hand reaching over to his and stroking it tenderly. It was rough and calloused.
"Especially by you. That would be..", you paused, biting your lip in a sultry display. You imagined the scene: Him undoubtedly capturing you and having his way with you. You could feel heat blooming in your abdomen. "-Exhilarating. I-Ive thought about it a few times.", you shrugged softly, embarrassed. You struggled to meet his gaze, but when you finally did, it made your breath hitch.
Long gone was that teasing grin, instead replaced by a stern austerity, eyebrows low and shadowing his dark, smouldering eyes. He chuckled once, demonstrated by the way his shoulders lifted in amusement, but his face remained downright terrifying and blank.
You fluttered your eyes to your lap, crimson faced and fidgeting, rubbing soothing circles into his veiny, strong hand.
"Do you...like that idea? I-if not that's okay. It's weird. I shouldn't have said anything.", you trailed off vulnerably, uncertain. You struggled to decipher his moods when he wasn't smiling, and it scared you.
A firm hand gripped your chin, tugging it upwards to meet his fiery gaze forcefully. He was so close, suddenly leaning halfway over your body and with a deliberate, slow nod, he wanted to make it clear that he would very much enjoy that.
You bit your lip in nervousness despite his clear agreement, studying his expression cautiously, but a smile soon graced your lips as Art wiggled your chin fondly back and forth, offering a small smirk; He liked that idea.
Soon, your face brightened up, and you practically jumped at him and snuggled against his chest, his thigh between your own. "You make me so happy.", you whispered, sighing in delight as you watched Michael kill another teenage girl.
Art shrugged playfully, patting your head. You probably should have never admitted that fantasy to him. He'll chase you like you wanted, give you a little head start, but after that he'd treat you like a real victim. You'll be so terrified that you're shaking, having second thoughts about the ordeal.
Then he'd fuck you into the dirt like a whore, knife held too close to your neck, borderline cutting into your flesh. He wouldn't go too far - Some light cutting, some choking, a gun to your head. It was all relatively toned down.
Even still, no matter how much you begged and screamed and pleaded, you'd still hold that adoring infatuation for him. It made him tilt his head back fully, unhinge his jaw and laugh so violently it actually scared you.
You knew what he was. You knew the dark, unfathomable pit of evil inside of him would swallow you whole too, making you his victim one way or another.
You knew he wouldn't kill you, but that doesn't mean that he'd never torment you. These were facts that you simply accepted; you loved him, you didn't know if he was capable of such an emotion, but him keeping you alive and treating you tenderly now and again was enough for you.
It made your heart sing and your insides pulse with need. Leaning your head fully against his chest, you curled up against him as he almost naturally enveloped you in his arms, holding you close. You nuzzled into him and savoured the moment.
You couldn't wait for the future ahead. You couldn't wait to maim more people with him and make love to him in their blood. You couldn't wait to become his next victim.
The thought made you wet all over again.
#art the clown#art the clown smut#terrifier#terrifier smut#art the clown x reader#terrifier x reader#art the clown x you#terrifer x you#i like ass so readers ass is hot okay#also im craving him#the title basically means 'enchanting wickedness' btw. love fancy titles if you hadnt guessed by now
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Shelter in the Storm
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summarize: Rafe is acting weird during the storm and youâre about to find out why
Warning(s): mention of gun, protective Rafe.
A/N: feedback always make me happier, love yâall â also tysm for all the love in my fics
The storm outside was relentless, sheets of rain hammering against the windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that felt too close, too ominous. Rafe stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the faint glow of the firelight. His jaw was tense, his hands flexing open and shut at his sides.
You had packed a bag and driven to Rafe's earlier today when you received a warning in your phone about the upcoming storm, not wanting to risk staying at yours to see the damage - your small house in the Cut had barely survived in the last one and neither you nor Rafe wanted to risk it. Not when his place was as much as yours as his.
You watched him from the couch, bundled up in an oversized sweater, your book abandoned beside you. He hadnât spoken much since the phone call earlier, but his restlessness told you everything. Something was wrong.
âRafe.â you said softly, pulling his attention away from the storm.
He turned, his blue eyes darker than usual, stormier. He didnât respond, just studied you for a moment like he was trying to memorize every detail. It wasnât unusual for him to brood, but tonight, something felt different. He never got that weird over business that went wrong.
âYouâve been pacing for twenty minutes, quiet ever since I've arrived. Whatâs going on, baby?â you asked, your voice laced with concern.
Rafe exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. âItâs nothing you need to worry about.â
You frowned, sitting up straighter. âDonât do that. Donât shut me out.â
âItâs not shutting you out, alright? â he snapped, then immediately softened his tone as he noticed you flinch, his chest tightening with guilty. âItâs keeping you safe.â
âFrom what?â
His eyes flicked away, unable to hold your gaze. His silence was answer enough.
âRafeâŚâ You stood, crossing the room to stand in front of him. Your hand rested lightly on his clothed chest. âWhat arenât you telling me?â
He hesitated, torn between wanting to protect you and needing to tell someone. He didn't like to keep things from you. Finally, he sighed. âYou remember Morroco?â
Your brow furrowed. âThe trip? Of course.â
He had called you to meet him by the beach, kissing you goodbye as he said he had an important last meeting to close a massive deal and that it'd probably take him a few weeks before he was back.
âIt wasn't just a trip.â he said bitterly. âItâs a mess. A deal went sideways, I went after Groff to get my money back and then... Then there was this blue crown treasure hunt with those... pogues. We crossed some people." His jaw clenched. âNow theyâre coming for me.â
Your blood ran cold as you tried to process everything. Not even paying a big attention to the fact that Rafe had lied to you. âThey?â
âMercenariesâ he admitted, the word dripping with disdain. âHired guns who donât care about anything but the paycheck and that fucking crown that slipped away from our fingers."
Fear pricked at the edges of your mind, you could hear your heartbeats in your ears. Mercenaries. âAnd you think theyâll come here, after you?â
âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice low. âBut Iâm not taking any chances.â
You stepped closer, your hands gripping his arms. âRafe, we should call someone - Shoupe, the poliââ
âNo,â he interrupted sharply. âThe cops wonât do anything. Iâll handle it, okay? I can take care of my own shit."
âYou canât handle this alone, Rafe. We're talking about mercenaries and not a cougar whose money went sideways in a deal!â you argued, your voice rising slightly.
âIâm not letting you get involved,â he said firmly, his hands resting on your shoulders. His touch was warm, grounding.
âIâm already involved,â you countered, your voice softening. âI care about you, Rafe. That means Iâm in this with you, whether you like it or not.â
His expression cracked, the tough exterior slipping to reveal the vulnerability underneath. âYou donât get it,â he whispered, his hands sliding down your arms. âYouâre the only thing Iâve got thatâs good. If something happens to you because of meââ He broke off, shaking his head.
âNothingâs going to happen to me,â you said, stepping even closer. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. âYouâre here. Youâll keep me safe.â
He stared at you, his breath hitching slightly. âYou have too much faith in me,â he murmured, almost to himself.
âI have the right amount,â you whispered back.
For a moment, the tension hung heavy between you, the storm outside roaring as if reflecting the chaos inside him. Then, before you could say anything else, Rafeâs hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.
âYouâre so damn stubborn,â he muttered, a small, almost pained smile tugging at his lips.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words were swallowed as his lips met yours. The kiss was desperate, almost frantic, like he needed to remind himself you were here, with him, safe. His hands slid into your hair, holding you to him as if letting go wasnât an option.
Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. The warmth of his body, the way he kissed you â it all felt like a promise, and a plea rolled into one.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy. âIâm not letting them get near you,â he vowed, his voice raw.
âThey wonât,â you assured him, nodding as your hands smoothed over his chest.
He kissed you again, slower this time, his hands skimming down your sides. When he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, you felt the full weight of his fear and his determination.
âI should send you away,â he muttered against your hair, his lips brushing your temple. âSomewhere safe. Away from Outer Banks."
You leaned back, meeting his gaze. âNo. Iâm staying right here. With you.â
Rafe stared at you, his jaw tightening. âYouâre insane.â
âMaybe,â you said with a small smile, not wanting him to know how terrified you actually were. âBut so are you. Weâre a good match, remember?"
Despite himself, he chuckled, his grip on you tightening. âYouâre going to drive me crazy.â
âYou wouldnât have it any other way,â you teased.
He didnât answer; he just pressed another kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his chest. His hand smoothed over your back, lingering there as if the simple act could protect you from the world.
After the conversation, the weight of the threat hanging over him, Rafe couldnât let you out of his sight. He needed to feel you close, needed to know you were safe in a way that words couldnât assure him - and it didn't help that you decided to organize everything that was out of place, moving between the rooms without saying anything. He knew you were stressed. You always clean whenever anxiety hits you.
âCâmon,â he murmured, his voice low as his arms slid around your waist.
You blinked up at him, confused. âWhat are you doing?â
âTaking you to bed,â he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Your cheeks flushed. âI can walk, Rafe.â
âNot tonight,â he said, shaking his head. âLet me do this.â
Before you could protest, Rafe bent down and swept you into his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a soft yelp of surprise, your arms instinctively looping around his neck.
âRafeââ
âShh,â he murmured, glancing down at you with a small, almost teasing smirk. âJust let me take care of you for once, okay?â
You pressed your lips together, your cheeks warming at the way he held you so effortlessly, his grip steady and secure. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a calming rhythm that contrasted with the chaos of the storm outside.
The walk to the bedroom was silent, save for the sound of the rain pounding against the roof. Rafe nudged the door open with his foot, carrying you inside. The room was dark except for the faint glow of a lamp on the nightstand, casting warm light over the space.
He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips for a moment before he stepped back. You watched as he moved around the room, double-checking the locks on the windows and door. His movements were methodical, his expression tense.
âRafe,â you said softly, sitting up. âYou donât have to do all this.â
He glanced at you over his shoulder, his lips pressing into a thin line. âYes, I do.â
You wanted to argue, but something in his tone stopped you. He was carrying more than just worry â it was guilt, fear, and the overwhelming need to protect you. It was his way of tricking himself into believing he had some control over the whole situation.
Once he was satisfied, Rafe returned to the bed. You noticed the subtle way he opened the drawer of his bedside table, checking the loaded gun inside.
Your stomach tightened. âDo you really think itâll come to that?â
His gaze flicked to you, softening slightly. âItâs just a precaution,â he said, his voice steady.
You nodded, though the thought of him having to use it sent a shiver down your spine.
âCome here,â he said, holding out a hand.
You crawled toward him, settling into his arms as he pulled you close. His body was warm, solid, and the way his arms wrapped around you made you feel like nothing in the world could touch you.
âGet some sleep,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âWhat about you?â you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.
âIâll sleep,â he promised. âJust need to make sure youâre out first.â
You frowned but didnât push further. His hand smoothed over your back in slow, soothing strokes, lulling you into a sense of security.
Eventually, your breathing evened out, and Rafe let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding.
He stayed awake, his eyes scanning the room, his ears attuned to every sound beyond the rain. Every creak of the house set his muscles on edge, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But then heâd look down at youâyour peaceful face, your fingers loosely curled against his chest â and the storm inside him would quiet, even if just for a moment.
Carefully, so as not to wake you, Rafe reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of your cheek.
âYou donât even know how much you mean to me,â he whispered, his voice so soft it was nearly drowned out by the rain.
His hand moved to your shoulder, then down your arm, his touch light, almost reverent. He wanted to memorize every detailâthe way your skin felt against his, the rise and fall of your breathing, the warmth you radiated.
For a long time, he just watched you, his thumb idly brushing against your arm.
No one would hurt you. Not the mercenaries, not anyone. Heâd burn the world down before he let anyone take you from him.
When his exhaustion finally began to creep in, Rafe pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment.
âIâll keep you safe,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âI swear. Even if it's the last thing I do.â
With one hand resting on the gun in the drawer and the other wrapped protectively around you, Rafe finally allowed his eyes to close, the storm outside fading into the background.
As long as you were in his arms, nothing else mattered.
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Peonies ; part five
Pairing: Theo Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: Everything is a mess after Mattheo visits the infirmary.
Word Count: 3833
Warnings: Unrequited love. The chapter is just full on angst, honestly. Mentions of drugging? Y/n is used once. Let me know if thereâs more!
A/N đ This is short and mainly focuses on Mattheo, but the next (and final!) chapter will be even more satisfying because of it. Even though a lot of you are mad at Mattheo, hopefully this makes up for it. As usual thank you to @moonpascal for reading and giving me feedback, I don't know what I'd do without you.
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âI donât understand. He seemed fine when I left.â Theo mutters under his breath, his voice tense and barely audible over the sharp echo of your hurried footsteps bouncing off the stone walls as the three of you head to the infirmary.
âI donât know,â Pansy sighs, her voice low and laced with frustration. âEverything seemed normal when I first got there, but then he just⌠snapped. It didnât seem like anyone had said anything to set him off; everyone looked just as shocked as I was. He was so worked upâangry, completely irrationalâthat we all decided to take him to the infirmary. We thought maybe heâd hit his head or something.â
âBut he didnât.â You mutter, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach as Pansyâs words echo in your mind. A love potion. Veronicaâs been giving him a love potion. The thought replays, each repetition tightening the knot in your chest.
âNo. It didnât take long for Madam Pomfrey to realize heâd been given a love potion. One so badly brewed that itâs been fucking with his emotions.â
Pansy shakes her head, her expression twisted in frustration. âVeronica came in, putting on her best worried girlfriend act. When I first confronted her about a love potion, she played innocent, swearing up and down sheâd never hurt him because she âlovedâ him.â Pansy scoffs, anger simmering in her eyes. âBut after enough yelling, she finally admitted it. Sheâd been giving him a potion, and things only went wrong because she tried to make it strongerâhis feelings had started shifting, and she couldnât stand it.â
A wave of sickness washes over youâanger and frustration curling together in a tight knot. For a moment, you consider darting to the right, heading straight for the restrooms to lose control in private, but you force yourself to steady your breath. This isnât the time to fall apart.
For a brief, unsettling moment, you wonder if thatâs why he confessed his feelings for youânot because he meant it, but because of the love potionâs influence. The thought stirs something confusing and hollow inside you, but now isnât the time to untangle it. As you step into the infirmary, nerves coil tight in your stomach, but Theoâs hand slips into yours giving a reassuring squeeze, soothing you. Youâre grateful for the touchâitâs the only thing keeping your anxiety from overwhelming you entirely.
âHow is he?â Pansy asks, her voice tense as she strides ahead of you and Theo, reaching out to take Blaiseâs hand. Draco and Enzo are there too, still in their practice clothes, looking out of place in the sterile, quiet room. Madam Pomfrey is nowhere in sight, but your eyes immediately catch the vial on the table next to himâwhatever it is, itâs been left there, untouched for now.
You glance at Draco, casually leaning against a pillar near Mattheoâs bed, and Enzo, perched on the edge of the bed parallel to him. Neither of them looks particularly worried, which eases some of the tension in your chest. In fact, Draco seems to be listening intently as Enzo quietly details the reasons heâs been feeling off about Veronica.Â
Then you finally allow your eyes to shift to the bed, where Mattheo lies back, his curls a wild tangle against the pillow. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and you canât help but wonder if the love potion is to blame. His brow is furrowed, his gaze fixed on Enzo with a look of confusion, as though heâs struggling to piece something together.
âA little out of it,â Blaise says with a gentle smile, his eyes softening. âPomfrey gave him something to counteract the potion.â He glances over Pansyâs head and spots you, offering a sympathetic smile your way. âHeâs been asking for you.â
âI donât know..â You trail off, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure of how Mattheo will react to seeing you. The last couple of months had clearly been tense and distant between you twoâwhat was stopping him from starting another argument? The last thing he needed right now was more stress. But at the end of the day, he was your friendâhe had been for years. What kind of friend would you be if you turned down his request to see you, especially when he asked for you specifically?
But it's too late to make a decisionâMattheoâs eyes shift, locking onto you. Itâs immediate, the way he sits up slightly, his eyes brightening with recognition, and a loopy smile forming on his lips. âHi, my love,â he says, his voice soft and warm as if nothing else matters in the room.Â
Draco and Enzo both turn their heads toward you and for a moment, you stand frozen, your lips parted as you scramble for the right words.Â
My love.Â
Itâs hard to know how to respond to that, and your friends donât seem any more certain, their eyes darting nervously toward Theo as they exchange uneasy glances.
You take a step forward, letting go of Theoâs hand as you approach the edge of Mattheoâs bed. A twinge of guilt runs through you as you release his hand, but you push it aside, not wanting Mattheo to see the two of you together yet. Not in this state.
âHi,â you murmur, your voice soft. Theo watches as Mattheo pats the spot next to him, an unspoken plea in his gesture, hoping youâll come and lie beside him. Theo praysâdesperatelyâthat you wonât, that youâll stay exactly where you are. It already hurts more than he can bear to have you let go of his hand, but if you climb into bed with Mattheo, itâll feel like youâve ripped his heart from his chest. And the thought of Mattheo calling you âmy loveââhe canât even bring himself to think about it.
âThe love potion must still be lingering in his system,â Draco mutters, his gaze flicking toward Theo. âThat explains why heâs been so jealous of you two. Veronica messed up the potion so badly, he ended up falling for Y/n instead.â
The rhythmic click of Madam Pomfreyâs shoes fills the room as she enters. âThe effects of the love potion have worn off, Mr. Malfoy,â she says crisply, her voice professional. âWhatever he says now is simply how he truly feels.â With a swift movement, she places a bowl on the bedside table, setting a cool cloth on Mattheoâs forehead with a practical, âFor the fever.â
Mattheo flinches at the shock of the cool, damp cloth on his forehead, shooting Madam Pomfrey an irritated look, which she ignores entirely.
âFever?â Enzo questions, and she gives a swift nod.
âAs I mentioned, the effects have worn off,â she explains, âbut his body still needs time to purge the potion from his system, which is why he has a fever. It should break by morning, and heâll be back to himself.â
Madam Pomfrey dips the cloth back into the water, preparing to place it on Mattheoâs forehead again, but he turns his head, ducking away. Her gaze shifts to you, and she extends the cloth with a small, knowing smile. âPerhaps it would be best if you handled this.â
Part of you wants to tell her you canât. It feels wrong to tend to Mattheo, especially with Theo standing right there. A few months ago, youâd have agreed without a second thought. But things are different nowâdistant and messy in ways you donât quite understand. Still, with Madam Pomfrey watching you so expectantly and now Mattheoâs gaze fixed intently on you, saying no feels impossible.
So, you step forward, taking the cloth from her hand before carefully settling onto the edge of his bed. Leaning in, you dab his forehead gently, your movements cautious and deliberate. Mattheo watches you intently, but you keep your gaze firmly on the task, avoiding his eyes as you work.Â
âYou know,â Mattheo murmurs, his voice soft and a little slurred, âI think youâre perfect.â For a moment, you freeze, your eyes darting to meet his.
âOh.â Itâs all you manage, the word slipping out as you quickly refocus on dabbing his forehead, ignoring the warmth spreading through your veins. Embarrassment prickles over you, knowing your friends are standing there, their whispered reactions confirming they heard every word Mattheo said. But when you glance up and catch Theoâs expression, your heart sinksâhe heard it too.
Theo meets your gaze, and you silently hope he understandsâyouâre sorry. Sorry that youâre the one Mattheo wants right now, and that if you could pass this task to Enzo, you would. But guilt tugs at you, knowing that Mattheoâs emotions have been chaotic because of the love potion. Could you truly hold his actions against him?
Mattheoâs fingers brush lightly against your wrist, drawing your attention back to him. His gaze is unwavering, soft with a raw vulnerability that youâve rarely seen in him. âYouâre so perfect,â He repeats. âAnd Iâve only ever wanted to be good enough for you.â His fingers brush against your skin, and you freezeâshock, guilt, and frustration rising within you. You swallow it all down, forcing yourself to keep calm as you murmur for him to rest, resuming your task of blotting his forehead.
Theo watches as you continue to take care of Mattheo, who continues to brush his fingers against your free hand as he looks up at you as if youâre the only girl heâs ever loved. A wave of nausea rises in Theo as he watches his best friend touch you, gaze at you as if youâre an angelâthe girl he loves so fiercely it hurts. His jaw clenches, a subconscious effort to keep his mouth shut and prevent himself from snapping at Mattheo to keep his hands off you. He knows he has no right to be jealousânot when you were never truly his to begin with.
The thought hits him so hard and painfully that he feels like he canât breathe. Without a word, he turns and walks out of the infirmary, and no matter how badly he wants to turn and look at you, he doesnât.
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By the next morning, Mattheo is back to himselfâat least, thatâs what everyoneâs been saying. Theo knows this because itâs all anyone can talk about. Heâs not sure how the news spread so fast, but heâs willing to bet Pansy had something to do with it. Not intentionally, of course; he just knows she tends to speak loudly when sheâs worked up, and heâs been aware of her suspicions about Veronica for months. Youâd told him all about how Pansy had been convinced something was off with Veronica, but you hadnât wanted to get into the details.
After spending the entire morning catching snippets of gossip, Theo decided the library would be his refuge for some peace and quiet. For a while, the back corner had offered him just thatâuntil two girls settled on the other side of the bookshelf. Unfortunately, that meant he could hear every word they said, and it didn't take long for their chatter to break the silence he'd been craving.
âDid you hear about Mattheo Riddle?â An eager voice asked, accompanied by the screech of a chair being dragged out.
âYou mean how his girlfriend slipped him a love potion?â Came the bored reply, the words dripping with indifference.
âUh huh,â Theo pictures the first girl nodding. âIâm not surprised though.â
âAmelia,â The second voice sighed. âThatâs an awful thing to say.â
âI just mean because even when he was with Veronica, he was still chasing after Y/n.â Theo feels his stomach drop, the urge to get up and leave washing over him. He starts to pack his bag, his movements quick and automatic, but then their next words slow his movements. He freezes, his hands stilling midairâheâs listening closely now.
âI thought she was dating Theo Nott.â The second girl speaks, her voice tinged with confusion, clearly already tired of the conversation.
âI think thatâs just a rumor.â Amelia denies, and even though she's technically right, Theo feels a surge of defensiveness rise within him.
âOh,â Girl two murmurs. âI couldâve sworn they were.â
Amelia hums, âNo, I think sheâll end up with Mattheo.â
That pushes Theo into motion. He hastily stuffs everything into his bag, determination flooding through him, though his stomach twists with nerves. He has to tell you how he feels. He wants a chanceâeven if you choose Mattheo, at least heâll never have to wonder what might have been between you two.
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When Theo finally spots you, he wishes heâd stayed in the library. Youâre sitting on one of the couches, your back turned to him, but he can tell by the open book beside youâleft unreadâthat youâve long since lost focus. But that isnât what bothers him.
No, the real problem is Mattheo, seated right beside you, facing you fully, his gaze intense and longing, âPlease, love.â
âMattheoââ
âIf thereâs even a part of you that feels something for me, just give me a chance,â Mattheo says, his voice low, edging closer to you. Theoâs stomach tightens as he watches. âI know I shouldâve told you soonerâbefore any of this.â
âIt hasnât even been twenty-four hours,â you murmur, your eyes drifting to Mattheo. âI think you need to focus on resting, clearing your head before we can figure any of this out.â
âIâve got a clear head, love,â he insists, his voice steady despite the weight of it all. You sigh, your gaze dropping for a moment.Â
âHonestly,â he continues, his words softer, âyouâre the only thing Iâve ever been clear-headed about.â
You fall silent for a moment, your gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. Theo watches Mattheo watch you, a quiet tension in the air. Heâs thankful for the shadows that stretch across the room, hiding his frame, because if they didnât, Mattheo would no doubt see him standing there.
Mattheo whispers your name, his voice heavy with longing and desperation, the sound so raw it nearly knocks Theo off balanceâmirroring the same ache that's tearing through him. âIf you were mineâŚâ Mattheo pauses, his gaze locked on yours. âI swear, Iâd never give you a reason to regret it.â
Theo fights the overwhelming urge to make himself known, to grab your hand and plead with you to choose him instead. Heâd fall to his knees and beg if it meant even the slightest chance with youâthough he knows youâd never have to ask. Heâd do it willingly, without hesitation, dropping down and promising you the world if only youâd agree to be his.Â
He wants to tell you to remember these past few months, to think of last nightâs kiss. To tell you heâs certain he fell in love with you the moment he saw youâthat every vision he has of the future has you at the center of it.
But instead, he watches, a cold sense of dread settling in his chest, as you slowly reach out and intertwine your fingers with Mattheoâs. You donât say anything, but itâs clear to him that words arenât necessaryâbecause at this moment, he realizes he has never stood a chance.
It was always going to be Mattheo.
It feels like a cruel echo of last nightâthat same sinking realization that no matter how hard he tries, heâll never be what you want. It feels like he canât get a proper breath in, so he turns and leaves, unwilling to stay and hear just how deeply your heart belongs to Mattheo.
He hadnât seen your face, but if he had, he wouldâve noticed the unease and discomfort in your expression as you turn to look at Mattheo, preparing yourself to turn him down as gently as possible.
âMattheo, I canât,â you whisper, your voice soft but steady as you squeeze his hand. The words come slowly, carefully, as if youâre afraid of shattering him. âI really canât, and Iâm sorry.â
He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as he looks away, frustration flickering in his eyes. When his gaze returns to you, itâs filled with a quiet vulnerability. âIf Iâd made a move⌠before all of this,â he asks softly, âwould you have said yes?â
âYes,â you admit softly. He sits up straighter, and you can already see the determination flickering in his eyes, ready to argue, ready to convince you. But you press on before he can speak. âBut everything is different, MattheoâVeronica, us drifting apart...â You pause, your voice faltering. â...Theo.â You roll your lips together, trying to suppress the wave of emotion that just saying Theoâs name stirs inside you.
Mattheo sighs, a subtle shake of his head as his gaze drops to your intertwined fingers, his thumb grazing the back of your hand. He watches it with a quiet intensity, as if heâs trying to memorize the feel of it, and your heart cracks at the sight, the ache of it almost too much to bear.
âIâm sure you knew,â You start, embarrassment coloring your tone. âFor the longest time, I had feelings for you. I spent so much time hopingâwishingâthat you'd feel the same. That you'd stop with the one-night stands and realize that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. I was convinced, you know? Convinced that because I understood you better than anyone, or at least I thought I did, that youâd finally feel safe enough with me to let me in.â
âBut I did,â he says, his voice thick with regret. âThe whole time, I wanted you. But Gods, the way Theoâs always looked at you... I couldnât make a move. I knew it would tear him apart if we got together. So I waited, told myself I was giving him time to make his moveâbut he never did. I built myself up, so many times, ready to ask you out, to make you mine. But then Iâd always freeze, thinking, âWhat if things donât work out?â And Iâd lose both of my best friends.â
He shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze. âBut then Veronica started giving me that potion, and IâI had feelings for her, but every time Iâd see you, it was like thatâs all I could focus on. And then suddenly, youâre with Theo, holding his hand, spending the night with him, and it felt like I was losing my mind. It hurt, seeing you with him. And maybe itâs selfish, but I had to know, had to see if there was any chance left with you. Because watching you two together made me realize that what I was really afraid of was losing you completely.â
Youâre at a loss for words, your mind failing to catch up to the fact that Theo has feelings for you- and he has for years. So you offer Mattheo a weak, sad smile, the tears gathering at your lashes threatening to spill over. He squeezes your hand, and you sigh, squeezing it back. Youâre both sat in the quiet common room, except for your occasional sniffle, for who knows how long, holding each others hand and watching the flames dance.
Mattheo clears his throat, a slight tension in his shoulders as he glances over at you, âWhen are you going to tell him you love him?â
You hesitate, a knot forming in your throat as your words trip over themselves. âI donâtâIâm notâŚâ You falter, but Mattheo sends you a knowing look. âItâs just... too soon.â
âItâs not.â His voice is firm.Â
âHow do you know?â The question slips from your lips before you can stop it, and immediately, guilt lances through you. It feels wrong to ask, especially after heâs just laid his feelings bare.
âBecause heâs been in love with you for years,â Mattheo smiles, but itâs nothing youâve ever seen from him before. âTrust me, itâs not going to be too soon for him to hear.â
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Heâs on his way to practice when your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the common room, calling his name. His stomach sinks, the realization hitting hardâheâs going to have to face you after days of successfully keeping his distance. Reluctantly, he turns toward you, and there you are, seated comfortably in one of the plush chairs near the fire. A sweet smile on your lips, and resting on your lap is a bookâlikely the same one he noticed you holding when you were talking to Mattheo. That puts a bitter taste in his mouth.
Thereâs something different about you. His gaze lingers, tracing the way the soft flicker of the flames paints your features in warm, golden light. You look gorgeous, as always, but thereâs an unmistakable lightness about you now, a brightness that wasnât there before. A taunting thought creeps into his mind: this is his doing. You look happierâbecause youâve finally gotten everything youâve ever wanted. Mattheo Riddle.
âI havenât seen you much.â You say, leaning forward as he slowly walks towards you.
He shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets with a casual ease that doesnât quite match the tension in his voice. âYeah, Iâve got a lot going on.â
You knew this already. Every time you asked the boys about him, there was always a new excuse for why he hadnât been around: Heâs behind on his assignments. Heâs gotten detention. He isnât feeling well. Heâs taking a nap.Â
âSo Iâve heard.â You say lightly, teasingly. âI actually wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade, since we didnât last time.â A soft smile curves at the memory of him taking you to the flower field.
You saw the look on his face that day, the way he was clearly bothered by you taking care of Mattheo. But you figured spending time together would be the perfect opportunity to set things straight. To tell him it meant nothing, that you turned Mattheo down, and that all you truly want is him. Itâs a surprisingly good feeling, better than you imagined, knowing that Mattheo is aware of your feelings for Theoâand that he actually encouraged you to go for it.
His eyes meet yours briefly before darting away, and he rakes a hand through his hair, a nervous edge to the motion. âOh, uh... I canât.â
âOh, okay.â You respond, your voice barely hiding the disappointment. An awkward silence settles between you, and Theo avoids your gaze, leaving you sitting there, a little wounded.
âActually, dolcezza,â he says softly, and your heart flutters at the familiar nickname, hope sparking in your chest. But then his next words land like a blow. âI canât spend time with you anymore.â
Your heart sinks, the statement feels like a bucket of cold water to the face. âWhat?â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
âIâm glad youâre happy,â he continues, his tone heavy with sincerity, âbut I canât be around you the way we were before. Not when youâre with him.â
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lies and flights- o.piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Skyf1interviewer! reader
summary: you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...
part one | part two | part three | part four
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He sighed as he walked into the paddock, cameras all over him as question after question was thrown at him. He answered as many as were appropriate and off he went, signing hats and t-shirts as he went. He had so much to do, so much to get through before qualifying, yet all he could think about was you. He didnât mean to make it a big deal, he just wanted to take care of you. Youâd fainted, for godâs sake. He was worried about you.Â
He caught a glimpse of you walking in with Lando as he was filming some random content for one of the sponsor's instagram pages, and his mood sank lower than it already had been. You with Lando.Â
Itâs not like either of you had confessed, but youâd both felt the chemistry between the two of you, right? He finished up with filming and followed Tom into one of the meeting rooms, ready to look over data, when he (literally) bumped into you, sending you flying.Â
âShit, sorry,â he muttered as he caught you, holding you by the waist. âMy bad.â
You smiled. âSaving me two days in a row? You should be a bodyguard instead of a driver,â you chuckled. âThanks Osc.â
Landoâs jaw dropped when he heard you call him âOscâ, and a sense of pride bloomed in his chest. Osc was getting the girl! Lando sent him a quick thumbs up behind your back as he also held the camera.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?â Oscar asked, not yet letting go of you. His hands were so warm, radiating heat through your whole body and making you nervous. You had a love-hate relationship with interactions with Oscar. He made you so nervous, no matter what. Your years of media training and professionalism could get stripped back by one small chuckle, one small smile, making eye contact. It was embarrassing. You liked him so much, which was a separate can of worms itself, and he looked at you the same way he looked at everyone.
âMotorhome tour,â you explained, looking up at him. He couldâve sworn he saw something in your eyes, something that practically asked him to make a move, to kiss you here in front of everyone. Then it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, your professionalism taking precedence over your feelings. âMoving on,â you turned back to the camera as Oscar dropped his hands from your waist, allowing you to move on. âTo the driverâs rooms!â
He chuckled as he watched you and Lando run towards the other side of the motorhome, and Oscar started walking again, not unaware of the eyes Tom was giving him.Â
âYou two seem close,â he smirked. âThe shoes arenât a dealbreaker, no?â
He laughed. âWhy does everyone bring up the shoes?!â
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âCongratulations on P3, Judgy McJudgy Pants! How did the race feel?â you questioned. You were doing post-race interviews today, and Oscar had gone from P5 to P3.Â
âYeah, it was difficult but we kept a good pace, Max was just too fast to catch,â he nodded, his eyes staring into yours.Â
âIâm glad to hear, are you glad for the race to be over?â
He nodded, chuckling. âVery glad.â
âThe heat must be something else in those cars, on top of the regular heat. Does that make getting out of the car a lot more of a relief?âÂ
âIt does, but I was more excited about the interviewer,â he smirked. He was not doing this right now. He was not flirting with you on live television. You got the signal that the interview should end and you let out a quick breath of relief.Â
âWell thank you, but I in fact need to interview your fellow podium drivers, thanks for your time.â
Lando walked over, ready to take the mic and he smirked at Oscar. âGetting bold?â
He shrugged with a smile. âWhatâs the worst she can say?âÂ
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"Oscar Jack Piastri!" Nicole's voice rang out as he lifted his phone to his ear. "My son flirting with people on live television is not something I want to see."
He chuckled as he mother continued berating him, and they chatted about the race for a while, before he had to go to the airport. When he walked to his door, ready to leave, he wasn't expecting a knock at the door, nor was he expecting it to be you.
"Hey Y/n," he smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm good thank, you?" you were out of breath. Had you ran here?
"I'm great, thanks. Are you alright?"
You came in and closed the door behind you. "What are you playing at?"
"Excuse me?"
"The interviews, the pictures, everything. What are you doing?" you questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "I like you, like, like like you. I thought I made that clear?"
You grimaced and his heart sank.
"It's fine if you don't-"
"Oscar, no, just... it's kind of awful timing and we can't be together, right? That would never work, we hate each other, right?" you rationalised, willing him to agree with you.
As much as he wanted to scream and rip his hair out, he nodded, a flat smile on his face. "Exactly, that's why I was just joking."
You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" you chuckled. "Well, congratulations on the win and I'll see you in Qatar, thanks Osc."
"Bye," he smiled half-heartedly, then flung himself back on his bed when you left. You didn't like him back. And what did you mean by 'bad timing'? He spent his entire flight, awake and wondering about what you meant, and thinking over every interaction, wondering if he'd really just made it all up in his head.
But the way you looked at him, it couldn't just be platonic, right?
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Hellooo! those jinx dating headcanons were so cute, could you maybe expand on Silco meeting Jinx's partner? đŠˇ
*:シďžâ§ silco meeting jinxâs partner
jinx x fem!reader | sfw
this made me so happy to write, the flashback we got of younger silco is heavy on my mind :,) missing him
it would definitely be a lot less intimidating than youâd expect!
in the month or so that youâve been with jinx, silco isnât immediately distrusting of you since she talks often about how great you are. not only that, but he can see the difference youâve made in her life and her mental state. how cheery she becomes when she talks about you. how big her smile gets when he asks about you.
however, it seems sheâs a bit embarrassed at the idea of introducing him to you. so, being the protective father that he is, he takes the initiative.
one day, as youâre heading home from work, you quickly reach for the switchblade in your back pocket when you feel a hand on your shoulder behind you.
you turn around to see thereâs a woman (who is considerably taller and buffer than you) standing there, clearly surprised to see a knife pointed at her. âmy name is sevika, iâm here on behalf of silco. he wants to see you in his office before the day ends. is now a good time?â
thankfully, you recognize the name. jinx had talked about going on a few missions with her. you lower your knife and shrug. âuh⌠yeah. yeah, nowâs fine. lead the way.â
she nods and proceeds to walk with you a few streets down to the building, offering some polite conversation and reassuranceâ this meeting is solely for the purpose of introducing himself to you, since his daughter wonât.
she takes you to the door of silcoâs office, opening it for you and wishing you good luck.
you donât immediately see silco, but you do hear his voice. âtake a seat wherever youâd like.â
once sevika shuts the door behind you, you take a deep breath and follow his instructions; sitting down at his desk and watching his own chair spin around so that he can finally come face-to-face with you.
your anxiety is through the roof and your heart wonât slow down no matter how many deep breaths you take, but youâre able to muster a polite smile.
he sees right through it, though. of course. like father, like daughter. âyou seem frightened. i apologize if sevika gave you a scare.â
âoh, noâ she was really nice. itâs just⌠i wasnât expecting a meeting with the kingpin of the underground today.â you joke.
he laughs, which makes you a bit more comfortable. âanother apology is in order, then. i know this is sudden, but jinx⌠she gets so bashful at the idea of introducing us. i figured, why donât i take the big leap?â
you nod. âyeah, of course. she talks very highly of you.â
âand you, as well. she talks my ear off, a million words a minute if she finds a way to bring you up.â silco shakes his head with a growing smile. âitâs impressive, how quickly sheâs become smitten with you. iâd think you were a sorceress if i didnât know any better.â
youâre flattered by his kind words, and a bit excited by the fact that she seemingly talks about you so much. you must be doing something right.
the two of you continue on as you answer all of the questions he asks about your upbringing and your current life, and you ask questions about his. it almost begins to feel like youâre talking to an old friend, not the most feared and influential man in the lanes.
however, at one point, he suddenly becomes very serious.
ânow, i feel this is an appropriate time to tell you this. you seem to be a genuinely good person, which is all too rare these days.â silco sighs. then, he clasps his hands together and casually leans forward onto the desk, resting his chin on his fists. âwith that being said, if i ever come to find out that you have made my daughter suffer in any way, and you will never know peace again. do i make myself clear?â
your eyes widen. youâre finally starting to see why the entire population of zaun is scared witless by him. âunderstood. it will never come to that, though. i can only hope you take my word for it.â
silco nods in approval of your answer. heâs very impressed by your ability to remain calm in the face of his intimidation. it only proves to him that youâre as good as you seem, and that your intentions are pureâ you have nothing to hide.
after a brief silence, he opens his mouth to speak again, but heâs interrupted by the sound of his office door slamming open.
âsheâs missing!â
youâre shocked to hear jinx. she sounds frantic, voice hoarse and pitchy, like she canât contain her terror. âi checked everywhere, high and low! we need to send one of your goons toââ
sheâs silenced when she sees you turn around in your chair and meet her glare. her look of horror turns into one of confusion. âwhat the hell is going on here? is this an intervention?â
you snort at her question, patting the chair next to you, inviting her to come sit down. her shoulders slump and she lets out a dramatic huff as she sulks over to sit beside you. her arms cross defensively. âi donât know what you weirdos think i did, but those fireworks going off last night were not mine, and to be frank, itâs kind of offensive that youâd assume iââ
âjinx, if you donât mind,â silco puts a hand up, imploring her to stop talking. âweâll talk about those fireworks later.â
âwhat?! i just said they werenât mine.â jinx scoffs.
âyou ramble when you lie. donât you think iâd know that by now?â silco sighs. âthatâs beside the point. since you had no plans to introduce me to y/n, i decided to introduce myself.â
you hum in confirmation. âthatâs all. no intervention.â
it takes jinx a long moment to process this information; it seems as if she forgot silco has eyes everywhere, and when he wants something done, it will be done.
youâre almost expecting her to be upset before a beaming smile replaces the scowl on her face. âun-fuckinâ-believable! iâm searching all over zaun for you, while youâre here, kicking back with him?!â she points in his direction.
âprecisely.â silco steps in for you, aware that this is one of those times where she is very happy, yet tries to pretend that she is very upset. âif itâs of any reassurance to youâ to both of youâ this relationship has my badge of approval.â
instantly, you feel a sense of pride in knowing that you���d made such a good impression on him. heâs a man thatâs very hard to impress, as far as youâve heard.
you reach for jinxâs hand and squeeze it. her smile is almost as big as yours now. âlook at that. i aced the big interview, and i havenât gone missing.â
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first !   bsf!rafe x virgin f!reader
         ę warnings - smut, lots of kissing, fingering, rafe's a softie and just so gentle with his best friend :( wc - 2.5k.
sitting beside rafe cozily while he was sprawled on his bed, scrolling away on his phone, your eyes read over the words printed on the book you were holding, a peaceful silence lingering in the air.
he had invited you over to spend the night, just a simple innocuous sleepover even, not admitting that heâd gotten a little bit too lonely in this house that was too big for a single person. sarah usually spent time with john b now, wheezie was away for a few weeks to spend time with their grandma while he was here handling all the work â maybe he should also buy a nice apartment for himself. maybe thatâd be less lonely.
you were a bit too invested into the plot, some cheesy romance novel that you were somehow enjoying. cliches were not that bad sometimes, after all. you found yourself unconsciously smiling at all these events happening to the protagonist, a foreign ache blooming in your chest. envy? or perhaps just mere curiousity, youâve never had a decent experience with dating, after all.
not even a first kiss, and it embarrassed you greatly.
almost everyone you knew was either already dating or experienced in this field, and no matter how much you tried to hide your lack of knowledge, it was clearly obvious. you werenât innocent by all means, the book in your hands was evidence enough, the scenes already accelerating to something more heated. though reading such things sometimes felt like a self sabotaging method because it always left you craving something similar.
your eyes drifted over to rafe, watching the neutral expression adorning his face, one arm folded under his head while his other hand held his phone, scrolling through whatever. you couldnât help but take advantage of the fact that he was not looking at you, admiring the way those plump lips of his were parted, his hair freshly shaved into a buzz cut. despite your initial shock when your best friend had revealed this new style of his to you cheekily, you loved this haircut on him a lot. everything looked good on him, though youâd rather not admit that to anyone, especially not him.
his eyes were half lidded, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him unconsciously lick his bottom lip, blood rushing to your cheeks, the book in your hand long forgotten. why was your body even reacting like this, so eager to memorise every inch of his face?
âstaring a little bit too much, arenât ya?â his calm voice broke you out of your trance, earning a soft gasp from you as you quickly looked away, the action of no avail. heâd already caught you.
ânope, just zoning out.â it was clear that you were lying. he noted how you were a little bit too squirmy, avoiding his eyes â flustered. he couldnât help but feel a smirk rising on his lips, sitting up on his bed as he put his phone aside, all of his attention now pointed at you.
âyouâre lying.â he scoffed, leaning forward.
silence once again fell within his bedroom, short yet tense. you could hear your heartbeat getting louder in your ears, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.
ârafe, have you ever⌠kissed anyone?â
what a foolish question to ask, of course he had kissed many times, even you knew that, fumbling your words out in the spur of the moment. though the ways his eyes widened made you go still, realisation replacing the confusion on his face almost as quickly. he snorted, his head falling back as he nodded. ââcourse iâve kissed people. havenât you seen me?â he asked, cockiness lacing his words.
you rolled your eyes, pursing your lips shut while trying to ignore the fact that you were a little bit too aware of the heat on your face, shrugging your shoulders. âi-itâs⌠itâs justâŚâ fuck, you couldnât believe you were actually doing this. âi havenât⌠yâknow.â you kept trailing off, looking anywhere and everywhere but at him.
he hummed knowingly, staring at you intently. he obviously knew that â definitely not because he always kept close tabs on you behind your back â always surprised that no one had kissed you or swept you off your feet yet. lucky him, he supposed, it was exactly what heâd wanted for a while now. âi know.â
âyou do?â you gasped out, though he didnât let you feel ashamed, his hands soon grasping yours, gently intertwining your fingers.
âi think everyone does.â he snickered, causing you to whine in protest, not even able to swat his shoulders gently since he was holding your hands. âbut whyâre you bringing it up, huh?â he feigned innocence.
he was so frustrating, obviously knowing that you wanted to try kissing him, especially due to the way your eyes kept trailing down onto his lips, your own lips parting slightly, as if wondering what itâd feel like to kiss him.
the thought of being your first kiss made his heart flutter in the best way possible, every little dream of his about you aching to come true. but still, it was funny to mess with you and watch you stutter while trying to not make a mess of yourself. you were just so damn adorable.
âi was wondering⌠if maybe we could try it.â you mumbled quietly.
âtry what?â
only if you could punch him. âkissingâŚ!â you squeaked out, already regretting your words. what if heâd reject you, never look at you the same again?
âshouldâve said that sooner.â he whispered, making you realise just how close he was to you as he leaned forward, his hands pulling you in front of him, soon moving up to cup your face, the tender action making your fears melt away.
âwant me to be your first kiss, baby?â his voice was more hoarse now, eyes glimmering with need as he stared down from your eyes to your lips, and then back up at your eyes that were staring at him so dreamily, feeling you nod hastily.
he soon closed the distance between you both, pressing his lips against yours. he was slow and gentle, not wanting to freak you out as you clumsily kissed him back, your fists bunching his shirt up as you clung onto him, feeling his head tilt slightly, his lips parting and moving against yours, swallowing up your surprised little noises.
it felt so good, better than youâd expected from all these novels that youâd been reading. his fingers were neatly tucked behind your ears, not minding that you were leaning forward obliviously, just wanting to be closer to him.
âcâmere.â he grunted against your mouth, that noise alone making your heart go all giddy as he pulled you up to sit on his lap, letting your hands leave his shirt as your arms wrapped around his neck, continuing to kiss him. you couldnâ believe you were kissing your best friend.
he reluctantly pulled away after a while, knowing that you had to catch your breath, eyes drinking in the sight of your panting softly, your lips all wet from the kiss. from the kiss he gave you. he found himself grinning like a fool, pressing a few more kisses on the side of your mouth, hearing you giggle.
ânot too bad for a first kiss, yeah?â he asked, earning a hum from you as you snugly sat on his lap, feeling his hands hold onto your waist, fingers slipping sneakily inside your waist, rubbing your sides in light circular motions, just a shy away from the waistband of your shorts. you didnât mind, staring at him with wide eyes, your breathing quickening at the feeling of his skin against yours.
âwhatâcha thinking about?â he asked, beginning to press light pecks on your jaw once he felt that you were comfortable enough.
your throat tightened momentarily, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked down, shaking your head, feeling your ears unbearably heat up once again. ânothing.â you whispered too quietly. he tsked, one hand reaching up to gently grab the side of your face, tilting your head towards his.
âjustâŚâ you cleared your throat. âjust wanna do more.â
âmore?â
âyâknow what i mean!â this time, you did swat on his shoulders, causing him to chuckle as he nodded.
âmhm, i know. my baby wants more.â he felt your legs spreading a bit more by his hips, your body squirming on his lap. âever touched yourself?â he asked, rendering you surprised by his rather crude question.
âyes. doesnât feel really good⌠i suck at it.â you huffed, not wanting to give the details of how you awkwardly stuck your fingers inside you or tried to rub yourself, either going too fast or too slow, always failing to reach the peak.
âoh no.â he cooed mockingly, his hand gently resting on your stomach through your shirt, his eyes finding yours, softening up. you looked so shy when your confidence was all drained out, it made him want to kiss you all the more greedily. but not yet, thatâd be too fast. âwant me to make you feel good?â he asked, genuine.
your eyes widened, wondering if he was joking or not, though the way he was staring at you and touching you with so much care made you want to swoon, nodding after a few seconds.
âuse your words, baby.â
âyesâŚâ a smile found its way to your lips, his hands swift to shift you around so now you were in between his legs once he parted them, your back resting against his chest. you giggled, your thighs squeezing shut while he pressed soft kisses on the top of your head and then your nape, his hands gently roaming over your torso through the fabric of your shirts, caressing away through your breasts, causing your breath to hitch.
âlift your hips up, cutie.â he ordered, to which you eagerly obeyed by leaning up so he could tug your shorts down, groaning audibly at the sight of your panties. âfuck, always wanted to see you like this.â he confessed, taking down your panties too, putting the clothes aside, not letting you see that he snuck your panties into the pocket of his sweats.
âreally?â you whimpered out, feeling his hands gently guiding your legs open, your back trying to lean more into his chest. his fingers snaked down, palming your pussy, your hips already twitching at the foreign touch.
âfuck, youâre so wet.â he couldnât help but groan, pleased as his fingers swiped through your slicken folds, gathering some wetness. he was hard, his cock eager to jump out of his pants but that was a matter for later, some other day. today was all about you.
carefully, he begins to circle his fingers around your clit, feeling it pulsate due to his feather-like, almost teasing movements. you moaned out blissfully, eyes flying shut as he continued to rub your clit, your skin tingling at this newfound feeling.
âfeels good?â he asked, earning a hum from you, his head resting on your shoulder, almost nuzzling against your cheek. his other hand went from gently caressing your thighs to in between your legs. âwant my fingers in you too?â
âyesâŚâ you mewled in ecstacy, lips parted in awe as your legs stayed spread, aching a bit though the pleasure coursing within you made it easy for you to ignore that. one hand focused on your clit while the other spread your folds apart, a finger teasing your tight hole, your hips trying to buck forward.
âso eager. all of this is fâme, yeah?â he was breathless, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against your ear as you nodded, whining out something incomprehensible that seemed like a âyeahâ.
his finger soon pushed into your pussy, feeling your squelchy walls squeeze around his digit eagerly. fuck, you were so tight, it made him want to stuff you full of his cock to see how prettily youâd stretch around him. he begin to gently move his finger around you, the other hand not ceasing its movements, fingers continuing to rub your clit.
ârafe⌠rafey!â you tilted your head, eagerly gasping out the nickname only youâd use on him, your lips trying to find his. he indulged, kissing your lips once again, sneaking in a second finger inside your pussy, beginning to thrust them in and out. his fingers were nicely long, reaching in and probing against your sweet spots that you had convinced yourself didnât exist. it all felt so good, your wetness leaking onto his fingers and probably dirtying his sheets too, the pleasure from both the simultaneous rubbing of your clit and his fingers fucking your pussy made your body writhe, feeling all sensitive, getting closer to the edge embarrassingly quick.
every pretty noise you were making was muffled against his mouth, feeling all hot and needy, something building up in your stomach. âi-i think mâgonna cum.â you fumbled over your words after pulling away from the kiss.
âkeep lookinâ at me.â his fingers continued to thrust in and out of your pussy at a steady pace while rubbing your wet throbbing clit, his hands a mess, eyes staying locked onto your glossy ones. your breathing quickened as you felt your peak approaching, crying out once you orgasmed, cumming all over his fingers, walls clenching around him impossibly tight as your body convulsed. his fingers didnât stop rubbing your clit until you were a limp mess in his arms, panting softly, all warm and fuzzy.
he gently pulled his fingers out, proudly looking at them before moving his fingers to your mouth. âlick it fâme?â he asked softly, your brain melted into mush as you opened your mouth to suckle onto his fingers for a while until he pulled them out. comfortably sitting you up, he cradled your face and pressed a kiss on your nose, watching you smile doppily, just so happy.
âwanna get cleaned up?â he tilted his head, causing your brows to furrow.
âbut⌠what about you?â you asked, looking down at the tent formed in his pants. his cheeks reddened at your observation, shaking his head as he nuzzled his nose against yours.
âdonât wanna go so fast on you and freak you out. someday later, okay?â truth was that he knew he wouldnât be able to control himself, claiming you as his as soon as heâd fuck you properly, letting his obsession unveil. he promised himself that he wouldnât do that â not yet at least â wanting your first time to be gentle with him taking his time with you.
and youâd be looking forward to it.
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hii! i love your writing and i had an idea for an eddie x reader - so maybe the reader buys him a ring as a present and they werenât sure if heâd like it but they see him wearing it all the time and he never takes it off sort of thing (kind of got the idea from gilmore girls with lorelai and luke with the baseball cap)! :)
First of all, I love Gilmore Girls, it's one of my favorite shows! And second, this is such a cute idea, thank you for the request!
You stand outside Eddie's trailer with the ring box in your pocket. You're nervous to give it to him, because one, you have no actual reason to give it to him besides the fact that you thought of him when you saw it when you went to the mall with Robin. And second, even though it's exactly something he would like.
It's a thick, silver band with a bunch of little designs on the side that are hard to make out and a black crystal is in the middle. You think it will go great with his other rings and even though Robin assured you more than once that Eddie would love it, you're still not sure.
The door opens and Eddie is on the other side, a wide smile on his face as he lets you into the trailer. You're too nervous to say anything so you just hold the box out to him and he takes is gratefully.
"What's this, baby?" He asks as he opens the box. "Baby," he gasps. "This is fucking amazing." He sets the box on the couch that's next to him and puts the ring on his left hand because his right is so cluttered. He holds his hand out to admire his new piece of jewelry and puts on a grin as he looks up at you, holding his arms out.
"You like it?" You ask, stepping over to him to accept his embrace, your arms wrapping around his waist.
"Love it. Now give me some sugar, sweetheart," he puckers his lips and you oblige, giving him a quick kiss.
As the days go by, you notice that Eddie never takes the ring off, not even when the two of you go to bed, even though he's removed the others and put them on his bedside table. He's thanking you for it every chance he gets and you start to realize that he really does love it and he's not just saying that to make you feel better.
It's the best gift he's ever received and it warms his heart that it reminded you of him and that's the reason why you bought it for him. He's never had anyone in his life that has done anything like that for him except for Wayne.
It's only when he takes the ring off to clean it that he notices that your name is engraved on the inside and that makes him love it even more.
"So you always have me close," you tell him and he feels like he might cry.
"God, babe, you're so cheesy," he laughs as he pulls you in for a hug.
"And you love it," you reply as you rest your head on his shoulder.
"I do," he says with a sigh as he pulls you in for a kiss, knowing that he's only going to take the ring off to look at your name every time he misses you.
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-Bi Han x Wife!Reader
Synopsis: {Bi-Han did not have many weaknessesâ but you?⌠you could make him completely fall apart}
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It was a rare moment to see your husband so at peace, his brows unfurled and his shoulders relaxed, the sight was welcomingâ you darenât even speak not wanting to break the silence that had blanketed itself around the steamy atmosphere.
The hot springs were always a nice way to end a stressful week, the warmth of the water chased away that chill that nipped the air not to mention how good he lookedâ his hair pulled back into a bun with a few stubborn strands that fell to frame his face, the way the water glistened across his chest and his toned arms that were resting upon the smooth rocks⌠you were lucky indeed.
Although such silence spoke more to Bi-Han than words did, he could sense your tender gaze upon him and knew exactly what was going through your mindâ perhaps thatâs why the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile, he knew you far too well.
âWill you join me anytime soon or will you just keep staring?â He asks, his voice deep and almost commanding beneath the softness that seems to overtake him in your presence. He opens his eyes to look up at you standing there with a silk robe wrapped around your body tightly.
A small scoff falls from your lips as you roll your eyes, averting your gaze in an attempt to be respectfulâ and to save yourself from further embarrassment.
âI am not staring⌠just admiring, thereâs a difference.â You mutter the response softly, fiddling with your fingers.
âWell your admiring is almost too polite, come here.â His tone carries a certain twinge of playfulness, something you donât hear a lot from him save for in privateâ where he can let that mask of his slip and open his heart to you.
With that you let your robe drop, the silk rippling against the curves of your body to pool at your feet leaving you bare for him and he shamelessly drinks in the sight, his gaze dragging along the slope of your shoulders down towards your chest and over your hips and thighsâ he was absolutely enraptured by you, every single inch.
Bi-Hanâs gaze follows you closely as you step down the stone stairs and into the hot waters, wading closer to him. It was almost a shame to call you mortal because it was clear to him that the gods were your creators, sculpted beneath their fingertips.
Especially right now, with the pale light of the moon kissing your skin and casting an otherworldly glow around your bodyâ you are the girl that all the poets write about.
âYouâve been neglecting me as of late.â You state so matter of factly, sticking your chin out in a playful confidence. The statement breaks him out of the trance you seem to have trapped him in.
At your words he sighs, yes heâd been neglecting you, but it wasnât on purpose. In fact, heâd gone to bed many nights swamped by guilt for how little time he has had for you recently, but on the other hand, this distance was for youâ to build a life where you would be protected.
âIâve had much to do in preparation, forgive me.â He says, voice gruff yet gentle⌠always so gentle with you.
You hum in understanding, padding your way closer to him through the steamy water and as soon as youâre close enough his hands immediately find purchase on your bare hips, tugging you near his body, he couldn't help himself, he ought to have more self-control he thinks to himself yet you seem to call to him like a siren does to a sailor.
âWell⌠am I to remain with this burning between my legs?â or will my husband make up for his negligence?â You respond playfully, brushing your fingers through the water and watching it ripple in small waves, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
The bluntness of your words catches him slightly off guard, making him chuckle through his nose as he drags the roughness of his fingertips along your waist and up your spine then back down again.
âCome here then, Iâll see what I can do about this burning of yours, hmm?â And with that heâs cupping the back of your thigh, pulling you to straddle his lap as the water sloshes up against your bodies and the rocks.
Your hands instinctively reach out to rest against his broad shoulders, stabilising yourself as he cups your chin to tilt your head in his directionâ his thumb brushes along your bottom lip with an almost reverent look in his dark eyes.
Being so intimately pressed up against one another sends your mind into a hopeless flurry of emotions and thoughts and Bi-Han reveals in the way squirm against him, the small noises that you make and how your pupils dilate.
âYes, pleaseââ you breathe almost pleading, meeting him halfway in a slow kiss that borders on desperation. His lips slotting perfectly against your own and he swears you were made for him, every curve and dip of your body.
Your fingers pull on the tie that keeps his hair up, dropping it into the water before running your hands through his dark tresses as he deepens the kissâ his tongue pushing past your parted lips to brush against your own, trying to tug you impossibly closer.
He canât help but smirk at the feeling of your hips grinding against him in search of that friction you so heedlessly need. âMm, Iâve got you, my love.â He whispers in between lazy kisses that taper off into small pecks, his lips trailing along your jawâ a hot mixture of teeth and tongue pave the way down your neck and over your collarbones, focusing on the spots that make you whimper and arch into his toned body.
Your whole body flushes with a tingling sensation as he dips his hand between your legs, his fingers dragging along the coarse hairs on your mound before pushing between your slick foldsâ a sharp gasp escapes your lips and your hand grasps a little tighter in his hair which causes him to groan in return, a sound that makes a familiar heat pool in your abdomen.
It was all so dizzying and the heat from the hot springs certainly didnât help either, but you couldnât say you minded not when his calloused fingertips rub slow circles over your clit-- the sudden feeling makes your hips buck against his hand, the warm water lapping up at your back and against the smooth rocks.
âMhmâ more, I need you.â Youâre already in a daze of pleasure and lust, it didnât take that much for him to render you into a blabbering mess and he basked in it every single time.
His hand tightens around your jaw ever so slightly, his thumb pressing into the corner of your mouth and he stares up at you in pure wonderment, enjoying every small little twitch in your face as he continues to circle at your clit.
âShh my sweet, patience you know Iâll give you everything you want⌠always,â he seals the promise with a kiss, smiling against your lips as you moan so carelessly into his mouth at the feeling of his middle finger dipping into your wet hole, followed by his ring finger.
The slickness of your walls clenching around his digits only serves to turn him on, his cock hardening in between your thighs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your greedy cuntâ curling them deeply in a way that makes you arch and whimper, grinding yourself against the heel of his palm.
His fingers stretch you open slowly, the water splashing up against your body, water droplets trickling down your jaw and rolling along your shoulders.
âI need you⌠inside me, please.â The words fall from your lips so carelessly, heady in a senseâ completely drunk on the pleasure he was giving to you.
He gives in to your wants, as always, he could never find it in himself to make you wait especially when you make such pretty noisesâ and partly because of how hard he is.
The loss of his thick fingers is soon replaced by his cock, his hands now grasping at the fat on your hips as he slowly guides you down onto him whilst you pant and moan into the crook of his neckâ whining about how big he is which only elicits a deep chuckle from him. The sound rumbling through his chest, you could feel it against your own.
âShh, you can take it⌠take me so well,â Bi-Han groans, tipping his head backwards slightly as you take all of him deep inside you, practically sucking him in and he breathes some comment about how âtightâ you are and how much he 'missed you'.
Itâs all such a haze in your mind, your eyes bleary with lust as he helps you move against himâ your knees pressing either side of his thighs, your nails biting into his broad shouldersâ it drove him insane and he canât help the way he grunts at the feeling, his hands squeezing at the curve of your ass.
The tip of his cock hits your cervix with every bounce, each one more intense than the otherâ the drag of his cock along your walls brings you closer and closer to the edge. It was a little embarrassing how quickly your body starts to tremble, the familiar tingle that flickers down your spine leaving a searing heat.
âI canâtâ I canât,â youâre a blabbering mess, letting him take control as he guides your hips up and down along his thick cockâ thrusting up into your wet cunt as you practically melt into his strong body.
âYou can, my girl⌠let go.â He whispers through slightly gritted teeth, smirking against the dewy skin of your shoulder as you loop your arms tightly around his neckâ âIâm right there with you,â he grunts, turning his head to brush his lips along the curve of your jaw,
Through whiny moans your orgasm washes over you, fingers buried in his hair as your warm heat clamps down around him until heâs spilling deep inside your wombâ the pair of you immediately finding each other's lips in a slow and needy kiss, his nose brushing against your own.
âIâve got you, always,â Bi-Han whispers hoarsely, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him as your body goes all boneless against him, all you can do is whimper in response. The heat from both your bodies and the water provided a sense of comfort, along with the way his calloused hand rubs your back soothingly⌠heâd never make you wait so long again.
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Hello I hope you're doing well.
I swear your Fics get me through the dayâ¤ď¸
I love the way you write about the boys!
I have a (sort of angsty I think) request:
How do you think each of them will handle/what they're gonna do if they aren't exactly the reader's/MC's type? Like, they're not in a relationship with MC yet, and they're in the stage where they're starting to court MC, and then they find out that MC's type is like their exact opposite, and that's where they sort of notice MC doesn't really consider them as a potential partner because of this
Zayne has never really thought that his feelings for you have been reciprocated. Somehow, it slips his mind to think that you could ever like him, especially since he's seen the types of people you had crushes on growing up. He'd never ask you on a date because of this, happy enough to stay your friend. That's why he was so surprised when you asked him on a date, the happiness in his chest dissipating as he began to realise that you simply didn't seem to have it in you to love him as much as he loves you.
His response is simply to break things off. He tells you not to try and force yourself onto him, that if you don't like him you don't have to pretend you do to fulfill some sort of perceived expectation you think he has. He doesn't really let the conversation progress further than that, moving past it. The two of you end up never really being the same, still able to be friends and hang out together but there's always something just bubbling under the surface.
Xavier doesn't realise what's wrong until he sees the way you look at other people. You do your best not to stray while you're sort of with Xavier but you also haven't had a conversation about exclusivity yet, despite the fact that he is wholly devoted to you. He doesn't entertain the idea of breaking things off, not thinking that things were that bad.
You end up breaking things off, telling him that it's really nothing he's done to you. You just didn't know how to feel, struggling to move into more romantic feelings for him. He takes it surprisingly well you think, acting as though things are totally normal. You don't realise that he's become even quieter than usual, not really taking team missions anymore and going out of his way to avoid you. He doesn't know how to cope with his feelings for you and a desire to make you happy, ending up further into avoidance.
Rafayel is devastated. He can tell immediately that you don't really like him, not in the same way you seem to like other people. A part of him wants to delude himself into thinking that maybe it's just a phase, that you'd eventually fall for him the way that literally everybody else seems to. The other part of him is angry, incredibly so. He doesn't like the idea of you messing with his feelings, being cold to you before you can reject him.
The two of you just end up drifting apart. He doesn't return your calls or messages anymore, internally begging for your attention but also being too irrational to consider that maybe if you two talked something could be figured out. He thought that being by your side would be okay as long as he could touch you but your rejection did nothing but make him spiral.
Sylus doesn't take your denial well. You aren't fully aware of it right away, but he's known from the start that you don't really care for him as much as he does you. He doesn't want to do anything about it, seeing if he could slowly encourage you into accepting him in further. He'd do everything he can to try and convince your relationship to progress further but things just seem to remain stagnant.
You'd have to tell him that things just aren't working out. The two of you struggle to maintain a cordial friendship afterwards. That's not to say you can't depend on him - just the fact that it's hard for him to act as comfortable around him as he used to be. He still aims to keep you safe but you lack that camaraderie that the two of you had.
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the other way | zhong chenle
chenle x fem!reader summary: chenle finds you really endearing. c/w: fluff, very short because i'm sleepy đ´ a/n: because @sinisxtea broke my weak heart.
You like Chenle.
You like Chenle very, very much.
Everyone knows it, even Chenle himself, and that was just so amusing to him.
It was a delight for him to watch you try to hide your feelings when you were so obviously smitten. At first, he didnât see you as his ideal type; to him, you were just a very⌠peculiar person who struggled to contain their emotions. But as he spent more time by your side each day, he couldnât help but grow fond of you, inevitably developing feelings of his own.
Yet, how could he confess his feelings when it was so entertaining to watch you grow flustered after an affectionate gesture? Or when you gathered just enough courage to let your actions reveal what your words could not? He wasnât ready to give up those moments, not yet. He wanted to savor them a little longer.
âOh, Iâm feeling so tired, Chenle,â you said with a dramatic sigh, letting your head tilt back slightly. He looked at you with a small, knowing smile and a raised eyebrow. By now, he was familiar with that toneâtoday, you were feeling bold.
The two of you were sitting side by side on the floor of a dimly lit practice room, the faint glow of city lights filtering through the large windows. The soft hum of a distant song played in the background. He had invited you to join him there after you texted him, saying you were bored, fully knowing youâd accept his invitation in a heartbeat.
âHmm, really?â he replied, a teasing edge to his voice. âWhy are you feeling tired when all youâve done is sit there watching me practice the entire time?â
âI mean,â you cleared your throat, âiâm feeling so dizzy, Chenle,â you corrected yourself with another exaggerated sigh, earning a barely restrained laugh from him. How could you be this bad at lying?
âOh no, dizzy?â a mock tone of concern in his voice. âWhat should we do now? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?â he leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, palms flat against the floor, his legs casually spread.
As he didnât question you any further about your little lie, you didnât feel the need to come up with more reasons or details to back it up. You simply watched him for a few seconds, quietly admiring his beauty. He was dressed in casual, comfortable clothes, perfect for moving around, though today he had spent more time talking and having fun with you than actually dancing. Even so, the simple sight of him made your heart race.
It wasnât unusual for him to catch you admiring him like that. He didnât mind; in fact, he liked itâa lot. It warmed his heart. He often found himself doing the same to you when you werenât paying attention or when you were too absorbed, just like now. He loved noticing the little details about you: the way your lips would purse in excitement whenever he was nearby or when he complimented you, the way your pupils dilated when your eyes locked on him, the coy smile and soft giggles that followed his words. Everything about you was utterly endearing to him.
âI think it would help a lot if you let me rest here,â you said, pointing to his chest. âItâs just that lying down on the floor would be way too uncomfortable, you knowâŚâ you shrugged casually, as if it were no big deal.
He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âOh, is that so?â he asked, leaning in slightly as if trying to gauge your true intentions. âWell, I wouldnât want you to be uncomfortable, of course.â
He shifted his position, leaning his back against the wall. Then, he patted his chest lightly, his arms opening in a small gesture of invitation. Naturally, he wouldnât deny you something like that, he never had before. Whether it was letting you rest your head on his shoulder because âit hurtsâ, holding his hand because âitâs too coldâ, or sticking close to his arm so âhe wouldnât get lost in a crowdââhe always let you.
You happily welcomed his words but tried to mask your excitement with a small pout, as if wanting to appear like a poor, sickly person. Without hesitation, you crawled into him, settling comfortably between his legs and resting your head on his chest. A delighted sigh escaped your lips at the feeling. You couldnât wish for anything better, being this close to him, listening to his steady heartbeat, so calm and in contrast to your own, which was hammering against your chest.
The same held true for Chenle. He looked down at you, all cuddled up on him, with adoring eyes. His hands moved instinctively: one gently caressing your hair while the other traced slow, soothing motions up and down your back. Those small, tender gestures made you melt into him even more, and this time, he couldnât hold back a soft chuckle. It was nice, having you like this.
âHow are you feeling now?â he asked, the smile never leaving his face as he tilted his head slightly to have a better look of you. âBetter?â
âI donât think so,â you replied, your eyes closed and a serene expression spreading across your face. âI need to stay like this a bit longer.â
âAre you sure that wasnât just an excuse to hug me?â
âNo, no, of course not. Why would I do that?â you replied, not even bothering to make your words sound convincing.
He chuckled softly at your response, his hand still tracing gentle patterns on your back. âHmm, I donât know... Maybe because you like me?â he said with a teasing lilt, his voice dripping with playful confidence.
Your eyes shot open, and you quickly lifted your head to meet his gaze. âW-What? Thatâs notââ you began, but the smirk on his face told you he wasnât buying it.
âRelax,â he said, cutting you off with a grin. âIâm just joking⌠unless?â His playful tone made your heart skip a beat, and you couldnât help but bury your face back into his chest, groaning in embarrassment.
âAh, stop teasing me,â you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shirt.
How could he stop when you acted so adorably?
âThen, I guess you donât like me at all, huh?â he said with a dramatic sigh, pretending to sound disappointed. You quickly caught on and lifted your head to look up at him again.
âI mean, I like you, yes, but not like⌠you know, the other way. Just the normal way,â you stammered, trying to explain, as you always did whenever he confronted you like this.
âYouâre always saying you like me the normal way, but what even is this normal way?â he asked, pressing further. His hand moved to cup one side of your face, his thumb brushing absently against your cheek. The sudden gesture made your heart race, and you panicked slightly as you struggled to find the words to respond.
âOh, just, you know, like, um, for example, like this and that and⌠you know, when we like somethingâŚâ your voice trailed off, getting quieter with each word. You didnât want him to think you didnât like him in a romantic way, but you also didnât want him thinking the opposite.
As you wrestled with your thoughts, Chenle could only gaze at you with those amused, affectionate eyes, taking in every detail. He watched the way you unconsciously leaned even more into his touch. His gaze drifted down to your lipsâslightly parted and as inviting as ever, perhaps even more so now.
As mentioned before, it was fun keeping this friendship status between you two, he enjoyed teasing you and drawing out those adorable reactions. But now, you had him wondering: what would it be like if he finally let things happen? Would you be even messier than this?
He wanted to find out.
In a subtle movement, taking advantage of your distracted state, he leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. The sudden warmth and softness of his lips against yours made your eyes widen in surprise. You blinked a few times, your mouth slightly open in shock as you tried to process what had just happened. It was as if you were frozen in place, your heart pounding so fast you thought you might be on the verge of a heart attack.
âOops, did I break you or something?â he teased, though his lighthearted words were tinged with genuine concern as he took in your stunned expression.
âNow I think Iâm really dizzy,â you said, your lips trembling ever so slightly. âAnd this time, I think the only solution is another kiss,â you had no idea where this sudden burst of courage came from; you were simply blurting out words at this point.
It was Chenleâs turn to look at you with a surprised expression before suddenly bursting into laughter, leaving you feeling as though youâd just said something ridiculous.
âWhy are you laughingâŚ?â you asked, shrugging your shoulders and looking away, your stomach twisting with embarrassment. âYouâre the one who started it.â
Instead of replying, he cupped your face in his hands, pulling you toward him in a fierce, urgent kiss. Your startled gasp was swallowed by his lips as his tongue gently explored your mouth, moving in soft, teasing caresses. You found yourself gripping his shirt tightly, your body melting into his, kissing him back without thinking. One of his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you even closer, pressing your body fully against his.
He hummed softly against your lips, finally giving in to something he had wanted for quite some time. It felt nice, better than he had imagined. The wait was worth it, especially if it was going to be like this.
He only pulled away because you did first, needing to catch your breath. Your lips were swollen and glistening slightly, and your breathless state, combined with the mix of confusion, satisfaction, happiness, and desire in your eyes, made his heart pound.
âI like you,â he said, slightly out of breath. âNot in the normal way. But the other way.â
There was no way you could be more surprised than you already were, so you just went with the flow, your mind too clouded to think before speaking.
âMe too,â you nodded fiercel. âI like you. So, so much. I really like you, Chenle.â It felt so nice to finally say that out loud, directly to him.
âI know you do,â he giggled, leaning in to plant another soft kiss on your lips. you could feel the warmth of his smile against your lips, and his fingers gently brushed your hair back, his touch as tender as ever.
He preferred to have you like that after all.
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okay soâŚnot that anyone asked but i have someâŚthoughts about this discourse surrounding jackâs signing last night
and honestlyâŚ.iâm sad. iâm so insanely sad that so many people who claim to love this team are so quick to assume jack is a lost cause asshole. i think so much of it is entitlement. and yeah, as people, everyone deserve kindness and overall base level social behaviors. but where is that for jack right now?
whereâs the grace and understanding that heâs tired. they likely had a day full of practice and drills and workouts before this signing. i mean, did he even get to go home before he was expected to sit and sign autographs for hours? why was he alone? why didnât they put him with someone else? i know the answer is likely because he was the most sought after signature there and they didnât want to make his line even longer, but still. i feel like jack has been very open and intentional with the fact he doesnât like to do media. he wants to play hockey and go home.
and yeah, he also knew it came with the territory, but it doesnât matter. if you sign up to be a teacher, you know thereâs going to be early mornings, but that doesnât mean you have to like getting up early. if you agree to work in healthcare, you know thereâs going to aspects of the job that are gross and unfortunate, but it doesnât mean you have to like cleaning up bodily fluids. the same can be said for these guys. they signed up to be professional hockey players, they knew media and signings and events were going to be expected of them, but it doesnât mean they have to like it.
but back to entitlement thing. i think it has become so normalized to create personas for real people in our heads that people are quite literally unable to separate the fantasy from reality. and i mean, iâll even say i contribute to the problem. all fanfic writers do. we create these idealized and fictional versions of these men, but the ability to differentiate between the two cannot be lost in the process. but i think it has been. i think thereâs this unrealistic expectation thrust upon all of them, but especially jack.
heâs popular, heâs cutie, and heâs good at hockey. of course heâs going to have a mass following. butâŚheâs just a guy, yâall. heâs a guy that has bad days, good days, who gets tired, who has a social battery. and last night, i think that social battery had just run out. do you know how long heâs been watched and in the media? do you know how long heâs been the most watched hughes, the expectations heâs carried on him for years?
i just think there needs to be some compassion and grace here. going back to the whole âpeople pay to watch me playâ incident is a little excessive, imo. i mean, are we going to hold every single player to everything theyâve ever said in the box? does it define who they are and their character? i have not once seen anyone berate and question quinnâs character when he told someone they were âfucking nothingâ. which, if you really want to get down to it, is worse than what jack said.
but no, jack is expected to be this guy with rainbows coming out of his ass all the time, apparently. i think the concept of social cues and situational awareness has been so lost because of the screen culture right now. people do so much communication through screens and phones that they forget, people arenât always enthusiastic and bright, even if they add an exclamation point to their text. last night was not something jack chose to do of his own accord. he was told to do it, and he did it. he made sure the kids had a good time and felt cared for. he signed everything that came across his table. could he have been a little more chatty? yeah. could he have maybe smiled a bit more? yeah.
but seriously, he knew he was going to have to sign a million different items and see a million different people. the whole point of a signing is just that. if he was even remotely going to get out of there on time, thereâs no way he could have had any meaningful conversation with every single person. and i feel like heâs said before he prioritizes/likes kids? i could be wrong, so donât hold me to that.
but the point is, this whole situation is so sad and such a good example of how gossip blogs only care about getting likes and reblogs and attention. they donât care about these players, no matter how much they claim to. and people are so quick to take everything they read for fact. personally, i think jack is justâŚantisocial.
i think he has a persona on the ice because heâs in his element, heâs comfortable, and heâs excited to be there. when heâs with his family and around his friends, he seems to be an overall happy guy. but around strangers? strangers that want to talk about his stats, how he played in this game or that game, that are shoving their items in his face to sign, people that heâll likely never see again? he doesnât give too much away.
and before people mention the being snippy and short with the workers, i wasnât there so i didnât see what happened. if he was, iâm not defending that behavior, but i donât think itâs because he thinks heâs above them or thinks heâs âgodâs gift to hockeyâ like iâve seen thrown around so much today. we have all been snappy with people we shouldnât have before. it doesnât mean someone is this terrible person with a high horse attitude. i think itâs a combination of fatigue, stress, and maybe even some anxious energy that had been built up and made its way out.
anyways, iâve said enough i think, and this will be the first and only time i talk about this, but i had too many thoughts swirling in my brain to just keep them there. be nice. show grace. youâre allowed to be disappointed if you attended last night and felt like he was maybe dry and dismissive, but please step back and put yourself in his shoes. not every person has a social and yappy personality. some people donât speak unless they have something to say. and thatâs okay!!!
and for the love of god, quit giving gossip blogs what they so desperately crave
#alliyaps#i just had to get this off my chest#this is not an invitation to be shitty on anon#the asks will be deleted#hockey#nhl#new jersey devils#jack hughes
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Bad news: I have not finished the next chapter of HEAT yet, which means that you guys will have to wait a bit longer for an update. I have written like a third of it, but then my brain was like "Dottie, you should re-write this entire fic from Azriel's POV"
Which leads me to the good news: The first chapter of 'HEAT (Azriel's POV)' is almost done.
I'll probably upload when I've finished both of them.
You can read a little (unedited) snippet below the cut.
I hope this can make up for the wait <3
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With the rock in his hand, Azriel opened the door as quietly as he could. He expected the worst â a house in total disarray, all his belongings shattered or stolen. However, as he stepped over the threshold, there was no chaos to be seen. The house was clean. Too clean. Azriel let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding, and when he breathed in again, he had to seriously ask himself if he had, in fact, fallen asleep, because there was no way that this was real. This had to be some kind of sick joke that his delirious and sleep deprived mind had made up just to spite him for not resting properly. He breathed in again just to be sure, and fuck. He was so very fucked. The sweet floral scent almost brought him to his knees. It tasted like honey on his tongue and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and let himself get lost in it. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a shiver of both pleasure and surprise ran down his spine. That scent could only mean one thingâŚ
And thatâs when he saw her.Â
She was standing in his kitchen, the big island covering her lower half. She was facing away from the door, which explained why she hadnât seen him yet. Azriel knew that he should make a sound. That he should do something, anything really, but he was frozen in place, staring at the woman that was currentlyâŚwell, what the fuck was she doing? Was she cleaning his sink?Â
This time, Azriel actually pinched himself just to make sure that this wasnât just some sort of fucked up dream. But no, he could feel his nails dig into his wrist. This was real. Fucking absurd, but real nonetheless.Â
There was an omega in his house.Â
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Pairing: Fellow Honest x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fellow sees you in Playful Land with your friends, thinks you're a rich girl by the way you act and the fact that you study at Night Raven College, and tries to get money from you, only to end up falling in love.
Notice(s): Inspired by "The Lady and the Tramp", Female reader, Reader is the MC, but Yuu(ken Enma) is also here, not nsfw but slightly spicy? We kinda have a french kiss here.
Request?: No.
Notes: I refuse to call him Ernesto, except in a specific Rapunzel-like fanfic where he is Eugene.
Comments and reblogs are very welcome âĄ
He could have sworn you were a rich girl. I mean, look at the way you carried yourself! Like a true lady. Eyes wide open, paying attention to everything and everyone, with a polite and kind smile on your face. Your excitement was restrained but evident. You always sat with your legs crossed.
As if your good behavior wasn't evidence enough, you were still wearing that damn uniform. Night Raven College. An elite school.
He didn't think he needed more. He has his conclusion.
Even if you are not extremely rich, some money you must have. And he will get it from you. He and Gidel need it more than you do, anyway.
He thought about how he could do this. First he had to separate you from your friends. Leave you alone with him.
Fellow approached slowly, like a predator carefully observing its prey. He adjusted his posture, donned an unassuming smile, and gave you a slight nod. He knew he needed to be strategic, charming, but not invasive. After all, winning over someone like you required delicacy.
âExcuse me, miss,â he said, his voice as smooth as silk. âI couldnât help but notice that youâre enjoying our park with such enthusiasm. Itâs always a pleasure to see such a charming visitor here.â
You looked at him curiously, a glint of surprise and interest dancing in your eyes. He knew he had your attention.
âOh, yes, itâs a wonderful place!â you replied, your voice polite but with a touch of excitement. âI didnât know it would be so much fun!â
Fellow made a gesture of slight mock indignation, placing a hand on his chest.
âAre you saying you underestimated our Playful Land? Oh, that breaks my heart!â He let out a light, relaxed laugh, as if you were already friends. âBut Iâm glad youâre enjoying it. By the way, let me introduce myself: Iâm Fellow Honest, one of the parkâs managers.â
âManager?â you asked, tilting your head slightly. He nodded, as if carrying a weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
âOf course. Not only do I help take care of the park, but I also make sure our guests have the best experience possible. And speaking of whichâŚâ He glanced around, as if searching for something. âI noticed your friends seem a little scattered. Itâs a shame to leave you alone.â
You shakes your head, showing that you were comfortable on your own. âThey went to explore some attractions. I preferred to stay here for a while.â
It was exactly the break Fellow needed. He gestured with his hand, as if he were putting on a great show.
âIn that case, perhaps I could be your companion? I can show you the secrets of this place that no one else knows about. After all, itâs not often we have such special guests.â
You hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. There was something in his eyes, in the way he spoke, that was hard to resist. âOkay, of course! Why not?â
Fellowâs smile widened, and he offered his hand, like a gentleman ready to lead her. Inwardly, he cheered. This was the first step in the plan.
But as they walked together, something unexpected began to happen. As he talked about the park, making jokes and telling charming stories, Fellow noticed something he hadnât expected. There was something in your laughter, in the way you responded to his words, that made his heart race. It wasnât the kind of racing that came from getting what you wanted, but something more genuine, more dangerous.
He tried to ignore it. He tried to remind himself that this was a scam, nothing more. But with every step you took together, with every smile you gave him, he felt the plan begin to slip away from his control. Why, suddenly, couldnât he stop looking at you?
It got to the point where the two of you finally arrived at the location Fellow had so carefully planned. It was a corner in the back of a restaurant, near one of the parkâs quieter attractions, where there was little traffic. Despite its modest location, the place felt cozy. String lights hung unassumingly, illuminating the space with a soft, golden glow, creating a curiously intimate atmosphere.
Fellow pulled out one of the chairs for you, giving you a slight theatrical bow as he spoke. âMilady, allow me to offer you a seat in our 'VIP area'. Not all visitors are lucky enough to experience this!â
You laughed softly at the act, accepting the chair. Fellow seemed pleased with your answer, but there was a hint of nervousness in his smile that he quickly tried to hide. He discreetly signaled to Gidel, who was hiding behind a nearby dumpster, waiting for the right moment.
As you looked around, taking in the peculiar surroundings, Fellow quickly took the chair next from you, leaning slightly closer to you. He propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand, as if he was completely absorbed by your presence.
As soon as Gidel brought the food, you couldn't help but just eat it. You liked to eat a lot, and personally you stopped holding back.
Fellow watched in shock as you shoveled a spoonful of spaghetti with meatballs into your mouth.
You ate... a lot. He was surprised to see that graceful young lady eating an entire plate so quickly, but what surprised him even more was... how charming you still looked, even with your cheeks a little stained with sauce.
âYouâve just so cute...â Fellow complimented as you ate.
"Hmm?" you lifted your head, your cheeks puffed up with food.
He chuckled, gently poking your cheek. He was quite amused by your innocent behavior. It was an endearing quality that drove him crazy. He set down his silverware and looked over at you. A smile on his face.
âYouâre even more beautiful when you eat, yâknow. Like a chipmunk.â
You can't help but blush, laughing awkwardly as you swallows your food. âI-Is that so?... That's so kind of you!â
âItâs honest too.â He said, almost with a wink.
You can't help but laugh at the slightly joke.
He smiled as you laughed before going back to eating his food. Every so often, his eyes would flick up to look at you. He let out a mental sigh before deciding to get cheeky. He reached over with his foot, brushing against your ankle before slowly traveling up your leg. He was testing his luck, seeing how youâd react. Would you kick him? Move away? Let it continue?
You didn't seem to take it as flirting, so you just smiled and looked at him, thinking he wanted to say something.
He wasnât expecting you to not notice. How dense could a person be? He almost wondered if you were actually doing this on purpose. Or maybe you just don't understand indirect flirting?
He decided to test the waters a little more. He moved a little closer to you, and when you were a little more distracted, he took the cutlery out of your hands with a smooth, light pushing motion.
"Huh?" You looked at him, with some confusion.
He simply placed a finger over his lip in a shushing gesture. He set the cutlery down before grabbing a napkin. Then, with a smile, he reached over to your cheek and wiped away a small sauce stain. "What about... we try something different? In some places, it's refined to eat without cutlery..."
"Eat without cutlery?"
He gave you a sly smile as he nodded. He took off his gloves, picking up a strand of spaghetti. "Try it. I promise it's not as barbaric as you think."
You shyly picks up the end of the spaghetti and puts it in your mouth. Fellow hums in approval at your action. He leans forward a bit more as he take the other side of the spaghetti.
Fellowâs expression was sly, his eyes slightly half-lidded as he let your faces get closer. He slowly started to close the distance, using the excuse of eating the spaghetti. His face was only inches away from yours, to the point he could feel your breath on his lips.
You didn't even move away, just standing there, your breathing becoming sporadic.
He inched closer, a smug smile on his face. He got you right where he wanted. When the distance was only centimeters apart, he licked some sauce off his lips, using it as an excuse to run his tongue right over your bottom lip.
You shivered, widening your eyes.
Fellow chuckled a little when you shivered, knowing exactly what effect he was having on you. He licked his lip again, now only a few millimeters from your own.
âYou taste⌠even better with sauce...â He mumbled out, low.
"M-Mr. Honest..." You stuttered.
His smile grew at your breathless words.
âHm? What is it?â He teased. His tone, the way looked at you⌠it was like a hawk that found its prey.
"W-Why... y-you look at me like that?..."
He chuckled to himself. He moved one hand up to your cheek and cupped it gently, his thumb running over your cheek.
âCanât you tell, darling?â He purred out. "You look like a bunny right now, you know?... and... I guess you know what foxes do with bunnies."
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"Where the f*ck is MC?" Ace questions Yuuken as the two are heading towards the cotton candy stand to find Floyd, Jade, and Lilia.
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen her since the prize booth..." Yuu says thoughtfully, and soon becoming desperate. "OH MY STARS! We have to find her!" Yuu was about to run away, but then he turned back and grabbed Ace to go with him.
#x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#fellow honest x reader#halloween event#twst mc#twst halloween#disney twst#twst playful land#twst
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"salvation", feat. viktor.
summary: you come to his temple and ask the herald to heal you.
word count: 540.
content warning: season 2, arc 2 spoilers!!! please, don't read if you haven't seen the series yet! some descriptions might sound even a bit sexual but this is a sfw work! i just got a bit carried away while writing sensations lol. also, viktor may be a little ooc since im still getting used to him on the new season.
author notes: i rushed this one hehe but its finally complete! i really wanted to write something based on season 2 and the insane amount of people saying things as such "i would join his church wtvr" or "i may believe in god now" made me think why not write this kind of thing happening? so here it is :))))
you heard the rumors spreading through the lanes, there was someone, a âsaviorâ, helping the ones in need â the shimmer addicts, the sick and the dying. and you thought that maybe the herald, as they called him, could save you.
so you walked down the busy streets, passing by empty shops and crowded brothels, finally descending in the dark alleys until light reached your eyes again, revealing a bright environment, made with metal, all with different colors and textures, molded into organic shapes, like it was meant to be like this all along. contorted yet so beautiful. outside the arch separating the commune and the commoners, there were people just like you, asking for help and hoping for his salvation.
a man walked towards you, the white clothing draped around him accentuating the swirly metallic patterns engraved on his body. âif you have something that could possibly harm someone, i must ask you to leave those here. this is a place of peaceâ, you discarded everything you could think of, emptying all pockets you had and he looked at you with empathy on his eyes, while you left behind everything that you used during your worst times, letting go of a part of your story, letting go of your past self. ânow, you shall come. he is expecting you.â
the man walked in front of you, guiding your path between tents full of people, healthy people, all dressed in white. some adults were working while the kids were playing and you were in pure awe, it all seemed so... perfect. a miracle that happened on the underground.
âthe herald is waiting, you must goâ, he gestured towards a round temple-like structure, tilting his head and leaving you alone shortly after, moving to the arch again.
you followed his words, walking till you reached where the herald was, in fact, waiting for you. flowing hair and royal blue fabric covering his glowing purple skin, all adorned with golden accents. he looked ethereal, almost inhuman, a god-like figure, a saint. the kind of saint that could fix the broken. fix you.
you came closer and he extended his hand in your direction without saying a word â it was not needed, actually â, you could sense his intentions, it was kind of a vibration, radiating off his fingers. he wanted to save you. so, when he touched your forehead, the whole world seemed to fade with a burst of light and all you could do was to feel. feel his cold fingers pressing further in your skin, feel the jolts it sended through your body, the way it ignited something deep inside of you, how you couldn't breathe, the way your veins burned and your heart rate increased, but it didn't hurt at all, instead, you felt alive. the metal fusing with your body, the magic circling both of you, how you could feel him inside of you, changing, morphing and purifying your flesh. it felt like you ascended to heaven and came back different, new, evolved. gloriously evolved.
he pulled back his arm, allowing your body to fall to its knees, and he knelt too, leaning on his staff, looking at you with his emotionless iridescent eyes, ânow, you need not suffer anymore.â
#âswe writes#league of legends x reader#arcane x reader#lol x reader#viktor x reader#im not completely happy with this one but i needed to write something for arc 2#i mean. if i didn't write it now it probably wouldn't make sense next week yk??#this is why it feels a bit rushed and all#but anyways!! he looks so gorgeous in season 2#like ....... gods why is this man so good looking?#save me viktor arcane save me#< i was thinking this all the time while writing it#i swear i swear#but fr pls save me viktor arcane#my way to cope with his âdeathâ is to write and write and write and write non stop#now we must wait for the machine herald >:D
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