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oh lord they make me ill (don't mind bill he's just being silly) ALSO 2 POSTS IN 1 DAY??? saturdays are awesome man BTW THE @ IN THE DRAWING IS MY TWITTER!!!! side note anyone who unironically calls twitter X dni /j -- LORE -- fiddleford and emma-may were arranged years ago and have lived together in a lavender marriage. they are on good terms. stan is bisexual and ford is gay. fiddleford went up to gravity falls where he and ford fell in love and happily worked on the portal together. however, ford's growing obsession with bill and violent tendencies whenever he was posessed put a heavy strain on their relationship. eventually, after the whole portal incident with fiddleford, they got into a huge fight and fell out. fiddleford is too ashamed to go back to his wife and son empty handed because he was the breadmaker and emma-may was probably struggling financially without him around. (they both work btw it's just that fidds makes more money) so he began to keep a journal /j traumatized from what he saw in the portal he invented the memory gun, which, while succeeding in erasing his memory of the event, also caused him to completely forget the fallout. he wandered back to ford's house thinking nothing happened and met stan, initially very confused as to why and how ford had magically sprouted a mullet and was dressed like a hobo. obviously they clear things up and stan explains what happened to ford. fiddleford, having forgot all the awful things ford did to him, is still totally head over heels and is devastated hearing that he's gone. over the course of a few months or so, stan falls in love with fiddleford, and is way more guilty about it than ford was (because stan has a way bigger appreciation for family and feels awful being a homewrecker and ALSO this is his first time falling in love with a man so that's a whole other story with his upbringing and morals being questioned blah blah blah). fiddleford on the other hand is grieving the loss of his bf HARD. and it's even worse having to see his face every day but none of the things that truly made him him. but when stan finally told fiddleford how he felt...? god, he couldn't tell you what came over him. fiddleford could have sworn it was just like the first time he and ford had kissed. he was left panting, gasping for air while the latter gently caressed his face with broad, calloused hands. he felt guilty, telling stan he felt the same when his heart was still so set on his twin, but... he'd never know, right? wrong. stan was a con man. of course he could sniff out lies like a dog. and the worst part? he couldn't even blame fiddleford. after all, his brother was the better twin. he was smarter, more successful, and loved more than he could imagine. he was just a dumb, good-for-nothing loser. that was fine. it was a truth he'd come to terms with a long, long time ago. but through it all, he couldn't stop the tears that pricked his eyes while they shared that kiss. and he swallowed the words that tried to bubble up as he pulled away. "i know who you pretend i am."
#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls art#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#mullet stan#young stan pines#young stanley pines#fiddleford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#old man mcgucket#young fiddleford#young man mcgucket#fiddleford x stanley#stanley x fiddleford#fiddlestan#fiddstan#fanart#art#angst#fanfic#ao3 fanfic
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This is such a random thing, but I kept thinking about the bitties eating soap. So here's an extremely random thing that I thought was cute.
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âDo I need to take him to a hospital or a vet if he eats soap?â
This had not been the question that Bruce had expected after realising Clark had called him four times in a row. He had been on a Zoom meeting with an investor and had turned his phone off to take it, because Dick and Jason had both recently discovered the joys of texting. Cass was sleeping around his legs, using a slippered foot like a pillow.
âIâm sorry?â
âKon ate one of the bars of hotel soap,â Clark explained, his voice taking just a slight edge of panic. Bruce could imagine him pacing around the small hotel room, running his hand through his hair with one hand as his other hand clutched the cell. âHeâs always really wanted to and he didn��t listen to me when I told him no and Iâve always made sure to hide the soap before he could get to it, but I forgot this time and he found it.â
âHow much soap did he eat?â asked Bruce, reaching his hands forward to type a query into google. The screen showed multiple articles about various pets eating dish soap, bar soap, shampoo and all combinations.
âLike a mouthful?â said Clark, unsure. âThereâs still most of the bar left and I can see exactly where his teeth went.â The call became a little more echoey and Bruce guessed Clark had walked into the bathroom. He also began to hear a pathetic little mewing sound that Bruce recognised from when his boys had been sick over the years.
âLook Kon, Iâm sorry, but thatâs why I told you not to eat the soap.â Clark wasnât speaking to Bruce and his voice had taken the gentle, lifting tone he reserved for his bitty. âNow you have a tummy ache and get to burb bubbles.â
Kon made another, higher-pitched whine that made Cass lift her head from Bruceâs shoe and look around the room. Her little face furrowed in confusion as she tried to find a bitty that wasnât there.
âIs he throwing up?â Bruce asked. It was one of the questions that the Internet kept bringing up.
âNo. Well, not really. He definitely spat up the soap pieces, but nothing else.â
âAny diarrhea?â
âNo, thank god.â Clark sounded so relieved that Bruce couldnât help but chuckle.
âI think youâre fine then,â replied Bruce, trying to calm Clark through the phone. âGenerally, the rule of thumb is that youâre probably fine if thereâs nothing going up or down. But keep an eye on him for the next few hours and if something major changes, then he would need to go to a vet.â
Clark hummed, and Kon babbled a word that my be âyuckyâ.
âAre you sure? Heâs just a little guy and it doesnât seem like a lot of soap, but heâs also whining a lot. I tried x-raying him, but bitties are a black box for me, and then I started worrying about organ failure.â
Bruce snorted into the phone, which fully woke Cass up. She stood on his four paws and stretched her back in a graceful arch.
âHeâs whining because bitties are dramatic, and he spends time with the boys,â said Bruce gently. âAnd if I took the boys to the vet every time they ate something bad when they were growing up, I would have been there twice a week. Just keep an eye on him and call me if it gets any worse.â
âAre you sure?â
âPositive.â
Clark paused, probably chewing his lip, and then sighed. âIâm overreacting, arenât I?â
âMaybe just a little, but thatâs normal for a new parent.â
Have the bitties tasted soap?
God, I think the bitties are very bite-first, no questions. Even though Dad tells them not to bite something.... they are taking a little bite. There's always a chance that Dad might be lying and it might taste really good. He is an evil and cruel individual so it's always a possibility.
#bitty au#kay speaks#itty bitties#this is so random#kay writes#microfiction#very rarely#an idea in the asks will inspire me to write something#I know the bitties have eaten so many things
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The coffee thief.
#dramione#dramione fanart#dramione art#tw: scars#draco/hermione#dhr#draco x hermione#hermione x draco#dhr fanart#dhr art#crookshanks#early mornings at the Granger-Malfoy household#He painted that cup for her so he thinks he can use it too#He is very wrong#Hermione painted the tea pot#Maybe I should draw them on their ceramics painting date...#Mens' torsos are weird and bumpy#there were going to be word bubbles but I forgot#but I remembered their rings and the text in Hermione's book!#old wip#procreate#tiny q#digital painting
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They diagnosed me with liking comics disease
#i don't think ive ever thought about anything more in my entire life#genuinely it's probably right below thinking about food#I'm sick with it. there are gutters dividing the moments of my life#there are gutters dividing the weeks#it's like if i just get a little bit closer to the medium I can step inside#it's like I can understand a language but can barely speak it#my first language. I'm trying to speak it.#the panels crawl under my skin and the speech bubbles writhe in my gut and can someone die from this#can someone shed their skin and spread their wings from this#I'm heady with overexposure and waiting for a turning point that will never come where it somehow all falls away#stops being hours of my life and starts being one pure point of knowledge#no idea what's supposed to happen then. time shouldnt exist.#if I read enough comics -- *dissect* enough comics -- practice the language of scriptwriting --#if I process it all right I'll turn it into a diamond of certain knowledge. and then the perfect comic will pop fully formed out of my mind#the comic that all the others were building up to. the holotypical comic.#<- I forgot the right word for the version of something that is the best. but this is funnier#either way idk why my mental illness has decided this is actually going anywhere.#all I've got is a document titled âKILL THE FAIRY QUEENâ and 430 xmen comics in the past 3 months#and a bookshelf that's a little bit past capacity#dont even have a good grip on the language yet smh#i feel like im going to die Alien chestburster style and it'll be a speech bubble bursting out of me instead#you can spend thousands and thousands of hours on comics without even scratching the surface#and I haven't. i haven't scratched it yet
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ive been the butt end of 2 relatively homophobic/transphobic comments from customers at work this weekend and im feeling weird about it
#like if yall dont know im trans agender and very androgynous#im exactly at the point of my transition where i want to be and im super happy about it#(sidenote: i forgot i have to do my shot that always helps)#but sometimes i forget just how shitty people can be#i live in a lil bubble where (most) of my loved ones call me by my preferred name and pronoun#(sidenote 2: someone once told me i shouldnt say preferred and i should just say âmy name and pronouns are..â but like...#i prefer saying preferred if you know what i mean?#like i honestly feel like the wording (as a poet) means a lot to me#so by saying preferred it indicates that it belongs to me#i prefer it#i dunno#anyway#)#and then weird people in my hometown come out with some swinging statements about my general state of being#like i was saying to my mom earlier (we were arguing about it i think thats why its still sitting on me weird)#if i were in my rainbow gear and being rude about my pronouns and walking around going âkill all straightsâ then sure#you have a right to be upset#but its literally just my face yknow?#like.. im wearing a matching pastel pink shirt and boot combo and im wearing a vest#im just trying to keep my staff alive in a busy friday night rush#im not a threat#lexis thoughts#whatever I'm gonna go do my shot and just suck it up#asi do :)
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PLEASE MAKE SUGAR MOMMY!WANDA. It can be when she already left Westview and is now living a lonely life alone missing her children. Then there goes new neighbor R who just left home and is struggling financially OMG!
I loved every single one of your Wanda fics and I'll never shut up about it đ
Everything Again
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff & fem!Reader
Genre: Smut & Dark-ish fic
Words: 8K+
Summary: Wanda has nothing in her life that brings her joy once she let go of Westview, but then she meets you. She makes sure to be everything you want and need, and youâre all she needs⌠for a while. But what happens when some of her wants from Westview come creeping back? Can Wanda suppress it or will she do whatever it takes to have everything she wants again?
Warnings: light stalking, not the healthiest relationship, Wanda is controlling, toxic!Wanda, mind manipulation, top!Wanda, bottom!R, rough sex, magic strap-on, slight breeding kink, degradation, magic restraints, light choking, slight dubcon, maybe possibly unknown risk of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy.
A/N: I hate this title but I couldn't think of a better one... Anyways I kinda took a dark turn with this request that's my bad. Enjoy folks!
When Wanda saw you, she knew she had to have you. It was like the stars aligned all of a sudden and a splash of color came into her bleak world for once since leaving Westview. Sheâd been wandering all over since that⌠incident. All she felt for months was this horrible, nagging, hollowness and she had no idea how to solve it. Part of her wondered if she filled this void with something to at least stave off the boredom, maybe it would be better. But so far, her only method of occupying her time was figuring out the scope of her power. And every time she dabbled with that it just felt like the hole inside her ripped open even deeper.Â
She had made her way to a small college town when she bumped into you. Or, more accurately, when you smacked into her, your eyes glued to your phone at the time. When your body collided with Wandaâs she felt anger bubble inside her for a moment and that familiar tingle at her fingertips as she decided how she might act in response to your inconsideration. But when your panicked eyes looked up at hers, suddenly it was like the fuse inside her was doused with ice cold water.Â
Wanda couldnât help but smirk at your immediate apologetic response once you realized you were now fully pressed against an utter stranger. At the time, you were so panicked over the email you had just received that you forgot to look up. But when you felt strong hands bracing your elbows as you hit another personâs body like hitting a brick wall, it brought you crashing into reality. The guilt and embarrassment you felt were burning on your cheeks, but the eyes that met yours were only angry for a brief moment. After yours locked with hers they shifted from anger to surprise and then, curiously enough for the both of you, to intrigue.Â
âIâ I am so sorry,â you sputtered as you attempted to take a step back. Key word there was attempted. To your confusion, the woman in front of you didnât seem to want to let go.Â
It surprised Wanda too, but not in a bad way. The moment she heard your voice things lit up even more. That splash of color turned into a sea and she didnât want to let go just yet. Her hands wrapped tighter around your elbows and for a moment she didnât even care that it could possibly startle you. She just knew that for some odd reason, having you, this wide-eyed, terrified random girl she bumped into on the street, was bringing part of her back to life in a way.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda still didnât let go. If anything, she pulled you ever so slightly closer as she swore she could feel your heartbeat like crazy against her own chest. Â
âOh, um, yes.â You again attempted to take a step back. âThank you, umâŚâ
âWanda,â she replied and finally dropped her hold on you. It didnât go unseenâ the disappointed frown she had for a moment as you took a wide step back.Â
âWanda,â you echoed. âIâm sorry about that. I shouldâve watched where I was going. Are you alright?â Your head tilted and your eyebrows scrunched as you asked her that and Wanda was taken aback for a moment that you even thought to ask. It had been so long since she was asked anything if she were being honest.
âWhat made you so distracted?â Wanda ignored your question and chose to ask one of her own. She didnât even know you, but she realized she suddenly wanted to learn everything about you, starting with what had you so wrapped up in a tiny screen that you ran straight into another human being.Â
âOhâŚâ Your eyes dropped to the ground and Wanda took note of the way you shuffled nervously in front of her. âUm, nothing justâ It wasnât something that shouldâve distracted me like that. Iâm sorry for running into you.â You were trying to go at this point. The way this stranger was looking at you had you anxious and you had no idea why. The fact that she was also asking you this rather than just going on her own way also made you feel self-conscious and scrutinized by the woman before you.Â
Wanda just blinked back at you, the frown on her face showing yet again for a moment. Your eyes searched hers and the confusion in them grew. Did this total stranger really want to know your business? If you were to say it out loud to her, surely you would seem pathetic. But she still stood, waiting for you to answer what was so important that you completely missed the person standing still as you walked right into her.
âOkay,â you sighed, âI got an email about my funding. Iâm aâ Or I guess was a student here. My funding got pulled. No funding means no grad school⌠So I have to figure that out, I guess.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Wanda just stared down at you. Her facial expression was impossible to read for a moment. It was pensive, almost neutral and you waited for any sort of response to her.Â
âIâll figure it out,â you continued for whatever reason. Trying to fill the silence as Wanda just kept staring. âThereâs other programs, other schools. I can apply again.â
âIâm sure it will all work out,â Wanda finally said. She put her hand on your shoulder for a moment, trailing it over you as she finally began to walk past you. When her hand left you and she went her own way, you just stood there stunned.Â
You thought that encounter with her would plague your mind for days, but as if a switch had flipped suddenly that strangeness that was filling your mind faded into nothing.
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That encounter may have left you utterly confused, but to Wanda it made things so clear. She finally had a plan, something to do. She was wandering aimlessly since Westview with nothing to fill the time. She had said she would find her children again in some dimension, somewhere, but for she had no real leads. She was losing hope, she was spiralingâ That is until you bumped into her.
The gears in Wandaâs mind began to turn the minute you confessed to why you were so distracted that fateful day. And ever since then, she was going to put a plan into motion. First, she had to learn just a little bit more about you. But it wouldnât do if you suddenly left the place she had found you in, so she tweaked some things. Starting with an anonymous donation to your department (of which she found quite quickly from just a few days of watching you) so that they might be able to fund their graduate studentsâ Specifically youâ and that you might be able to stay and continue your research and studies while she worked on a way to draw you closer to her.Â
After a few weeks of watching you, she quickly learned that despite her donation, they didnât give you enough funding to comfortably live on. You ran from job to job when you werenât on campus studying and Wanda quickly decided, if you were to be her new fixation, then having multiple jobs would not do. You had her undivided attention, so now she wanted the majority of yours. She decided you could have your studies, but the rest of you⌠The rest of you she was going to make hers.Â
It only took her a few more weeks after watching you carefully to approach you again. One thing about her new powers was that, rather than captivating a whole town like she did with Westview, she could easilyâ and with a lot less catastrophic damageâ erase a small part of peopleâs memories. Namely, their memory that Wanda even existed in the first place. It wasnât possible for the whole world to forget her, but a small college town she definitely could handle. Just another reason to keep you inside this town and not let you wander much further. With her handle on this new aspect of her own power, she took it one step further with you, erasing the very first day you two met. That day would always replay in Wandaâs mind, but she knew it confused and frightened you and she needed to paint herself in the best light possible when she finally approached you face-to-face again.
It was quite easy to approach you this time too. She posed as a professor in your own university. She twisted and turned the minds of the university until it was as if she had been there a long time. An established part of a university department outside of your own. She knew your schedule too, so she knew that you would always sit at the corner of the university coffee shop for about an hour in between classes. Thatâs where she finally approached youâ or, to be more accurate, she made you approach her.
She almost felt bad about it, but at the same time she knew it would be her way in. She knew your eyes would be buried in a book as you walked to your usual spot and she used that moment to use an invisible force to trip you. And, like the knight in shining armor she wanted to appear to you as, she swooped in front of you and caught you skillfully.Â
The first look you gave her was back on your face this time too. The panic and embarrassment that burned in your cheeks as you looked up at your savior was evident on your face. Wanda gave you the best, charming smile she could muster, but if you were being honest it made you feel almost as if you were a fly that landed right in a spiderâs web.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda said the same line to you and you nodded, immediately trying to apologize like last time.Â
Wanda knew by now that this was your personality. You were shy and anxious, but also patient and kind. All the things that were the opposite of how she considered herself and all the things that had her captivated by you.Â
âYeah, Iâ Iâm good,â you again tried to step back and this time Wanda let you. âIâm so sorry! Thank you for catching me. Are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Wanda chuckled as her hands fell to her sides. âWhat are you reading? Must be interesting.â The crooked smile she gave you was what finally drew you in. It was charming and warm and the way her eyes sparkled had you wanting to see more. When Wanda took in the wide, curious eyes looking back at her she knew she had you.Â
And that was really all it took for her to wrap you up in her web and never let you go.
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In the following months things happened rather quickly. After the day you had officially met Wanda, you saw her way more often. She would always sit near you at the coffee shop, or bump into you on other parts of campus, until finally you two established a date. And from that date things happened even quicker. It was like you blinked and suddenly your whole life was wrapped up in Wandaâs. You quickly said goodbye to your rundown, tiny apartment and moved into Wandaâs extravagant house right outside of town. Instead of taking the city bus to and from campus, she was driving you whenever and wherever you needed to go. There was now a lot more free time in your life to focus on both your studies and this new relationship you found yourself in with Wanda, as she had insisted you quit your job. That she would take care of every single one of your wants and needs. And how could you say no to that? Although, it was all a little too fast for your comfort, if you were being honest, but at the same time it was Wanda⌠You couldnât picture your life without her from the very moment you met her and she made it clear that she intended for you to never find out what it would be like without her in it.Â
She took care of you, she took care of everything. You needed only to focus on two things: her and school. Wanda loved the passion you had for studying, so she let you keep one thing outside of her. But she was still near, even if you werenât aware. She was always near.Â
But as months stretched on and her attachment to you became even stronger, things shifted a bit. She was feeling⌠anxious. The life she had back in Westview began to pop up in her mind again and she felt that hole inside her chest once moreâ The one that you had filled when she first saw you. There was only one part of her Westview life that kept running through her mind though. It wasnât Vision. No, it was never Vision. Not when she had you. You were a brighter light in her life than Vision ever had been. A deeper love that felt soft and gentle, even if she had orchestrated a lot of events in order to make the two of you happen.Â
Vision wasnât what kept her up lately. It was her boys. There were dreams of them, flashes of them in her daily life. It was almost as if the more she loved you, the more she missed them. You had healed this wound, but in the nights that you wrapped your arms around her and fell asleep, she felt that familiar tug she had in Westviewâ the one that longed for a family. A life of peace and completeness. That made the wound feel fresh again.Â
So Wanda began to withdraw. She wasnât going to let you go, but for now, as she contemplated these feelings and how to fix them, she needed time and distance. Each time you smiled at her, each time you kissed her, that tug in the pit of her stomach felt stronger and stronger. The longing grewâ The thought of recreating a Westview with you was tempting. But she knew how well that worked out last time.Â
Late at night when this longing grew particularly strong, Wanda would sneak away when you were fast asleep to contemplate her options. She had hoped that you wouldnât notice her withdrawal, but when your whole world was Wanda⌠How could you not?Â
As these days of dealing with a withdrawn Wanda stretched on, you were getting restless. Something was clearly bothering Wanda and it was causing a rise of anxiety in you. At first you tried to approach it gently, but Wanda iced you out. The problem grew and Wanda warned you not to poke at it, but you couldnât just leave it be.Â
With your life being filled with Wanda nowâ Her withdrawing left you painfully lonely. So you began pushing unspoken limits Wanda set for you. Fights started and time and time again Wanda would shut you down.Â
The more she did so, the more it felt she was putting you on the shelf. Like you were her little play thing and she was bored of you. There was an ache in you that you didnât quite understand and the more confusion she left you with the closer you were to being utterly done. How you could even live without Wanda, you werenât sure, but you were almost a little tempted to figure it out.Â
There was no way you could ever leave Wanda, though. You didnât want to, even if she was withdrawn, you still loved her deeply. But you wanted attention, acknowledgement, anything.Â
Unfortunately for you, the only way you knew how to get that was to push her buttons more and more each day.Â
You had no idea what was going through Wandaâs mind, but she had been particularly aggravated lately. What you didnât know was that Wanda was stuck in trying to find the solution to the feelings that were plaguing her. She had played with an idea, but knew that in order to do so she would out her true nature and risk the memories she took from you to come flooding back. What would you do then, if you remembered who Wanda was? Her name was all over the news and the whole world knew she had fallen far from where she was when she helped the avengers. That was so long ago to Wanda. It was a different time, a different her. One that didnât know her potential and didnât know her own heart until she finally found all the pieces.Â
The problem was, sheâs never had all those pieces all at the same time. She wanted you and her boys. She wanted the picture perfect family that she had in Westview, but she wanted it with you this time. She wanted you as her little housewife and mother of her twins. In the past week she had been engrossed in ways to make that happen. She had a theory that if she tried to create her children again it would be the same children she once had. All she needed was to share her DNA in some way with you and a little bit of magic to add to that. Then, all would be right in her eyes if she had them in this way. For whatever reason, she felt that that was the true way the universe was meant to be. If she built this family with you, then it would never be taken from her ever again. The tricky part was actually creating them with you in a way that didnât have you questioning how it was even scientifically possible. That would have you questioning a lot about who she is and what she could do. And she didnât want to ruin what she established with you just yet. Even if the more you pushed at her the more she was tempted to say let go of her control.
She knew you were getting fed up with it too and the more you pushed her the more she contemplated letting her resolve slip. She tried her best to keep you at arms length while she tried to figure out her predicament. But she was feeling stuck with no alternative other than to reveal herself and what she could do. She kept going in circles to feel less stuck, but the more stuck she felt with this problem the angrier she was. And unfortunately, the angrier she was the easier it was for you to push her buttons.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, it only took one final push for her to actually snap. When you thought of Wanda breaking, you thought it would mean she would be forced to talk to you. Never did you expect the outcome of your plans that night.Â
Your classmates had invited you out for drinks and, since you met Wanda, your answer was usually no. But tonight things were different. Wanda was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didnât pick you on campus. She was kind enough to warn you to take an Uber and she would pay, but you were still angry about it. So when you were invited out, you said yes.Â
Saying anything other than no wouldâve already irritated Wanda. Even a maybe. She didnât like the idea of you going out to bars, especially without her. Usually if you wanted to do something with anyone else youâd at least ask her and she would be nearby to make sure you were safe and no one was tempted to take advantage of the time she was allowing them to have alone with you. But this time, you werenât even going to ask. You were just going to go. Something you hadnât done since before Wanda.
You knew what you were doing. It was all entirely intentional. Right down to the outfit you picked and the way you walked past Wanda, making just enough noise to get some of her attention. Even if she didnât look up at you.
âWhere are you going?â Wanda asked as she flipped a page of a strange book she was reading.
âOut,â you muttered. Even if Wanda wasnât looking at you, you wanted your tone to register that you were rolling your eyes at her. The fact that she didnât even look up just pissed you off even more.Â
âIâm not planning to leave the house tonight.â She still wasnât looking at you and that just made your hands ball into fists as you got more and more offended by her lack of attention.Â
âI know,â you scoffed. âI donât have to go everywhere with you.â
Suddenly, an eerie silence filled the room. You watched Wandaâs face as she kept her eyes glued to the book she was reading. There was a slight change in it, a tightening of her jaw, but she still didnât look at you.Â
âYou know thatâs not how this works,â Wandaâs response was calm, but you could tell you were starting to get to her. Never had you been defiant to her. She gave you everything you wanted and you did whatever she asked. There was an unspoken rule to go where Wanda goes, be where she wants you and an even deeper unspoken rule to not question or defy any of the other arrangements you two have made. But tonight, as you watched her jaw clench and unclench and realized you were getting under her skin, you decided to push more.Â
âSo?â You shrugged and that silent uncomfortable feeling in the room felt like it intensified the very second you uttered that one word. âI donât see the harm in going out just for one night on my own.â
Wandaâs eyes slowly slid from her book to your face the moment you uttered the phrase on your own. That definitely wasnât something you shouldâve said to her. There was an understanding that anything you did âon your ownâ was something that Wanda would be nearby for. What you were asking for was a night completely away from Wanda, and it was breaking the biggest unspoken rule she had for you. This was new waters you were treading, but you were so sick of her lack of interest that you didnât care. Any attention from her was a change from whatever was happening now.Â
âYouâre not going,â she ordered as she snapped her book shut and stood up.Â
You just snorted at that, anger boiling in your blood as you stood your ground. âWhy not? You seem preoccupied with just about anything other than me. Whatâs the harm?â
She was right in front of you now, her jaw was clenching and unclenching like it had before, but this time you looked down for a brief second and noticed her fists were doing the same. Still, though, you wanted to keep pushing.Â
âWith you dressed like that,â Wanda warned, âI think you know exactly what harm it could do.â You knew what you were doing when you got dressed. A tight, cropped shirt and even tighter short shorts to match. It was something meant to catch the eye of others and definitely something you knew would get an extra rise out of Wanda to add to that. What you didnât know was what exactly Wanda meant. She was already picturing in her mind the droves of people who would come trying to pick you up at whatever trashy bar you decided to go to. And when she pictured people trying to touch what was hers, she also pictured all the ways in which she could make them suffer so much as daring to think they could have you.Â
You were playing with fire and on some level you knew that, but something in you couldnât stop pushing her buttons. Even if you didnât know what exactly you were getting into, even if you didnât know to the full extent how possessive Wanda could be of you and how much of a monster she was capable of being when provoked.Â
âI donât think itâs that big of a deal.â You shrugged again and Wandaâs eye twitched as you kept challenging her resolve. âAt least someone will appreciate it.â
If you thought the tension was bad when Wanda stood up, now it was suffocating you. Wanda just stared back at you, her eyes burning with anger. In fact, she looked so angry you swore you saw a red flash in her eyes. For a moment, you kind of just stood there, waiting for Wanda to respond, but on her part she was trying to calm the possessive rage that you just caused to boil over inside of her.Â
Part of her wanted to force you to your knees and have you beg forgiveness for defying her like this. You hadnât even done anything yet, but just the idea and threat of disobeying her wishes had her furious. She was so close to figuring out how to have everything she wanted and now of all times you were trying to defy her? Trying to let a pathetic stranger swoop in on you at some dive bar when you know youâre hers? No, this was unacceptable to her. Never have you done anything other than be good for her. The way you so easily obeyed her is a small part of what drew her to you in the first place. And she did realize she had been neglectful, but couldnât you see it was for your own good? For the good of the family Wanda was trying to rebuild with you? The more she had you the more she wanted. She had you completely already, that was true, but she wanted you in a way she wasnât sure you were ready for. In a way that would show you exactly who Wanda really was.Â
So in order to find a solution to the raging beast inside of her that wanted to claim you and have her family back, she thought it was best to withdraw.Clearly she over calculated and now here she was. But as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest, daring her with your eyes to do something, suddenly thatâs when all her control just snapped. You felt the shift too, even if you didnât understand it. It was like the calm before the storm. Wanda took a sharp, deep breath through her nose before exhaling and taking a step into your personal space.Â
âOkay,â Wanda growled. âThatâs about enough.â In a blink of the eye you were thrown over her shoulder. The way you yelped as you felt yourself hoisted off the ground echoed through the room. You knew Wanda was strong, but you didnât know she was that strong. She had you thrown over her shoulder like it was nothing. Your hands grasped at her shirt, terrified she would drop you at any moment, but it was as if she had no struggle at all.Â
âWanda, what the fuck?â You cried as she walked towards the bedroom. With a grunt, you landed hard on the mattress. You couldnât even begin to sit up before she was already on the bed with her legs on either side of your waist, essentially pinning you down onto the bed with her body.
âLanguage,â she hissed as she started to pull her own shirt off before immediately reaching for yours.Â
âHow did you- What- When did you get so strong?â You couldnât collect your thoughts. They were scrambled up by the display of sheer strength and also maybe a little bit by the fact that Wanda was sitting on top of you without a shirt.Â
âYou wanted attention and now youâre questioning how I give it to you?â Wandaâs voice was dripping with irritation as she began to yank both your own shirt and bra off of you.Â
âIâ No, butâŚâ You were now naked from the waist up beneath Wanda. Her eyebrow arched as you struggled to find your words. You definitely knew your little stunt would piss her off, but you didnât expect this outcome.Â
âNow tell me,â Wandaâs nails began dragging down your chest as she spoke, âwhy would you want anyone elseâs attention, when Iâm all that you need?â Her nails dug down a little harder as they reached your stomach and you hissed at the slight sting of the red marks they left behind.
âTell me,â Wanda ordered again as her hands made their way back up to your chest. âI give you everything you could possibly want.â The way she was palming at them was rough, but still it had you squirming underneath her. âSo why,â she took your nipples between her fingers and pinched just a little harder than she usually would, causing a slight pain as she spoke, âwould you ever think about anyone else?â
You winced as she palmed at you even harder, but you couldnât help the flood of shame at the arousal it sent straight to your core. The way she was handling you, like an objectâ like something to be ownedâ was new. Sure she could be intense when she touched you, but she was never intentionally rough like she was being right now. She never purposely caused any kind of pain, even if right now it was mild and (to your surprise) enjoyable.Â
âItâ it wasnât like that!â You were stumbling over your words as you began to feel Wanda grind down into you. It wasnât slight or subtle, the way she was moving her hips. She was pressing your body harder into the mattress as she dragged herself against you from where she was straddling your waist.Â
âHm, then what was it like?â Wandaâs tone was degrading. She was practically seething on top of you as she spoke. âBecause to me it sounded like my little toy wanted someone else to play with her?âÂ
âIââ You couldnât stop the wince at her harsh words. She had called you that before, but still there was a loving inflection in her voice when she did in the past. This tone she had now, the way she said, it was filled with nothing but rage. âWanda, I donât want anyone else. Noâ No, I⌠I just wanted you to-âÂ
âOh look at that,â Wanda interrupted, her tone utterly condescending. âNow youâre trying to cover your tracks.â You watched curiously as one of Wandaâs hands left your body. âI thought you understood when we started that youâre mine. I canât have a single ounce of doubt in your mind about that fact. Now I need to remind you of who you belong to. Who owns you.â She hissed that word and your eyes widened as you watched her fingers twist and twirl in the air, a red glow following them as they moved. In a blink the rest of your clothes just vanished. Your eyes widened for a moment as you stared up at Wanda. But then, in another flash of red you felt your hands fly up and pin themselves above your head. No matter the struggle, you felt a constant, unwavering invisible force hold your wrists in place.Â
âWanda, whatâ how did you do that?â Your eyes shifted from above you, then to her fingers and finally to her face. Now you definitely noticed the matching red swirl in her irises.Â
âI think itâs time I properly taught you just how important it is for you to be good, so that we can have everything we want.â If she heard your question she was clearly ignoring it. Your mind was racing trying to keep up with what was going on top of you. Her words definitely confused you too, but you didnât get the chance to question them again.Â
Wanda looked down for a moment and saw the look in your eyes before rolling her own and pressing her glowing fingers to your temple. In a split second you suddenly realized exactly who she was. Your heart raced and you gulped, but oddly you werenât as terrified as you were just shocked.Â
The Wanda Maximoff was on top of you telling you that you belonged to her. You should be running and screaming for help, or at least attempting to. All the news headlines and stories flooded your memory and you knew exactly how they painted her. She could end you in a second; you should be afraid. But for some reason, you werenât. Instead, seeing this powerful woman on top of you and thinking back to all the times she told you she loved you, that she would take care of you, that she wanted only you. Knowing the truth, it stunned you, but not in a bad way.Â
âAre you scared?â Wandaâs tone was still the same, taunting and demeaning as it was before. Only this time, you saw a little beyond that. There was a seriousness there. A curiosity of what your reaction was. Wanda thought if you reacted badly she could just go back to how it was. Wipe your mind of her existence entirely yet again, restart with you, and enjoy the dynamic you two had again. Was it a healthy plan? No. She would have to start from scratch again. Get you to fall for her once more. But Wandaâs obsession with you has gone far beyond the point of return. She would do what was necessary.
As if to purposely test your limits, Wanda reached for your throat, pressing ever so slightly. âAre you?â She repeated as she leaned down to look you in the eye.
You swallowed hard for a second, already feeling the slight strain on your throat as you did. âNo,â you breathed out lowly. You werenât at all. You realized all you wanted was her attention and finally she was giving it to you. Was this secret that kept her so withdrawn lately? âNo, Wanda, Iâm not.âÂ
You were nervous, but you werenât scared. No matter what Wanda was before, no matter what she has become now, you were hers from the moment you crashed into her. A memory that was returned to you. If she hadnât wiped that one, you wouldâve still been drawn to her and fallen for her just as hard as you did when she was posing as a professor.Â
Wanda knew your acceptance was true and took your answer for what it was. This moment right now opened so many doors for her. The void she had been feeling, it could finally be fixed in the way she wanted to fix it. Things in her life were falling into place. As Wanda sat atop of you she finallyâ for the first time in her entire existence âfelt like she was winning. Not once did she ever feel so powerful until this very moment.
âNow that you know the truthâŚâ Wanda trailed off in a low voice. She was thinking aloud more than she was talking to you. Her eyes stayed locked with yours but you could tell she was pondering something. When you saw the now familiar swirl of red in her eyes you began to question what Wanda has in store for you.Â
âDo you love me?â Wanda now spoke directly to you. Her eyes were still glowing red as her hand finally relaxed against your throat.
âYes,â you replied breathlessly. Wandaâs face melted at your admission. The harsh, contemplative look she was wearing shifted into a soft smile finally. It was perhaps the first time in weeks she gave you a glimpse of her softness and you reveled in it.Â
But after just a split second it was replaced with a bigger smile, one that gave you that feeling of being prey caught in a trap again. It was a feeling you werenât unfamiliar with. And, if you were being honest, you enjoyed the thrill you got from seeing it. âWeâre going to try something,â Wanda purred as she sat back up, but remained on top of you. âSomething that weâll both thoroughly enjoy.âÂ
You looked at her with curious eyes, squirming underneath her only slightly as she shifted and began to move between your legs.Â
âIt will give us both what weâve been wanting,â Wanda continued as she now knelt between your legs, holding them open for her as she spoke. Her eyes raked down your body, from your flushed cheeks all the way down to the wetness that dripped from your thighs. She couldnât help the satisfied hum at the sight, thinking this might be a lot easier of a task than she thought it would be.Â
With another swirl of red in her eyes and a matching red shimmer around her twirling fingers, you followed her eyes down as the rest of her clothes disappeared and something materialized. Wandaâs smile grew as something you couldnât fully see appeared between her legs.
You strained your neck up as best you could from the pillow, but with your arms still pinned above your head it was difficult. You caught what looked like shimmering, deep red straps resting around her waist and could only imagine what those led to.Â
When Wanda leaned forward and you felt a cool, silicon tip pushing between your folds, your suspicions were confirmed. The contact made the both of you shiver, and as you felt Wanda run the toy slowly from your entrance to your clit and back down, you could see her taking sharp, deep breaths.
âThis is going to be⌠incredible,â Wanda practically hissed. âIâll be able to feel everything, to feel every part of you when I make you cum.â
Wanda hadnât even begun fucking you and the idea of it turned you on so much you couldnât stop the moan that slipped from your lips in a response.Â
âAnd then,â Wanda lined the tip up as she spoke, âIâm going to fill you with my cum and hopefully it will work.â With that she pushed forward and you both took a sharp breath at the feeling.Â
Wanda eased in as slowly as she could while fighting her every instinct to just ram into you and fuck you until she felt you fall apart. But she knew that at least for the start of this, she should go slow. This was, after all, the first time sheâs fucked you using her magic. It was the first time sheâs fucked you using something this big too. For all she knew, youâve only ever had experience with her fingers. She didnât want to break youâ not completely. But as her cock sank into you inch by inch she was beginning to slip.
âGod this feels better than I imagined,â Wanda hissed as she bottomed out inside you. âWhy didnât I do this sooner?âÂ
Your teeth were digging into your lip as you tried to stop yourself from crying out from the sheer feeling of being so full. To have Wanda fill your pussy in a way she never has before, it was taking all your willpower not to turn into a moaning, whining mess before she even really began to fuck you.
Wandaâs hips were currently completely pressed between your legs and you were taking her so surprisingly well. You were tight, but the way you squeezed Wandaâs magic strap was delicious. There was a pause for a momentâ just a brief second for you to adjust to the size of her toy. But it was all she could manage to give you. The sensation of actually feeling you in this way had her head swimming and she needed more.Â
She pulled the toy out slowly, so much so that only the tip stayed inside you. Her chest was already heaving as she looked down at you. The way her eyes were filled with hunger made you shiver as you looked back up at her, restrained, helpless, and thirsty for more. Your legs spread open for her even more without her prompting you and she groaned at the sight before her. Your wetness smeared on the parts of the toy that she could see, your arms still pinned over your head. It was all too much. She couldnât help what she did next. Her hips snapped suddenly and her cock pushed deep into you.Â
The cry you let out echoed through the room and Wanda swore sheâs never heard a prettier sound. Her hips pulled back again until just the tip was left in you. Again she snapped them forward hard, making your eyes screw shut as you cried her name.Â
âFuck, if I knew it would feel like thisâŚâ Wanda groaned as she began to pump inside you at a brutal pace. Her hands were on your thighs, nails digging into your skin as she kept your legs spread open. Your hands were balled into fists above your head as she fucked you. You couldnât stop the moans and cries that fell from your lips even if you wanted to.Â
As Wanda kept fucking you, she fell forward, her entire body pressed against yours, as her lips captured your own. You whimpered into the kiss as her tongue filled your mouth much in the same aggressive way as the way she was currently fucking the toy into you.Â
Wandaâs hands still had a hold of your thighs as she hoisted your legs over her waist, giving her a better angle to fuck the toy into you. You struggled to keep up with the way Wanda was licking into your mouth and biting at your lips. Her cock was hitting a spot inside of you, you didnât even know would feel as good as it did. Your knuckles were turning white as your whole body began to shake from the sheer pleasure she was giving you. Even though you felt as if your whole body was on the brink of exploding, Wanda just kept going.
When Wanda began to moan more and more against your own mouth, you knew neither of you would last much longer. Wanda couldnât keep kissing you anymore, and instead buried her head in the nape of your neck as she hoisted your legs higher onto her hips and fucked you even deeper. Your eyes had rolled back and cries of Wandaâs name fell from your lips nonstop as she picked up her pace.
âI can feel how close you are,â Wanda groaned as she pumped particularly harder into you. âBut youâre going to wait. I want you to cum when I do.â
All you could do was whine in response as the sensation of her fucking you made it impossible for you to let out any coherent words.Â
âYouâre going to look so pretty,â she moaned against your neck, âfilled up with my cum⌠and even prettier after.â Wandaâs movements were becoming erratic as she spoke. The words hardly registered to you as she kept fucking you harder and faster.Â
âYou wanna cum, baby?â Wanda purred in your ear. You nodded desperately, your whole body trembling as you continued to take her. Her teeth grazed against the most sensitive part of your neck as she felt you nod and she could feel her own body tremble from how close she was. âThen come with me,â she ordered. Her hips pumped harder into you and after a moment you felt a sudden warm rush of fluids inside you. The sound of moans filled the air even louder than before and you werenât sure if they were coming from you or her.Â
The moment you felt her cum inside you, you followed after. Your body arched off the bed and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Wandaâs forehead was pressed to your bare chest as she came. The way your pussy tightened around her magic cock was intoxicating. Neither of you had felt so good in your entire lives and Wanda made a mental note to fuck you like this often.Â
When she felt your body finally collapse against the mattress she did the same against you. You realized quickly that your wrists no longer felt restrained, but you kept them above your head either way. Too exhausted to even lift them yet.Â
âThat wasâŚâ you couldnât find the words. You had never felt so amazing on so many different levels than you did tonight. Your body felt spent and sensitive, but all you wanted was more. More of that, more of Wanda, more of everything she had to offer now that you knew who Wanda was.Â
âYeah,â Wanda didnât need to hear you finish your sentence to know she was feeling the same way you were. Her head rested on your chest, listening to your heartbeat begin to slow as you came down from the high Wanda gave you.Â
âCan we⌠do it like that more?â Your face was flushed as you asked.Â
Wanda lifted her head and gave you a beaming smile. To anyone else it would be dazzling, but curiously, to you it gave you that feeling againâ the one where you were nothing but a sheep caught in a wolfâs clutches.Â
âOf course we can, baby,â Wanda purred as she looked up at you. âAs many times as it takes.âÂ
The word choice was odd. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the woman on your chest. Her eyes were dark as she looked back up at you and something about the way her fingers traced up and down your stomach made you shudder.Â
âAs many times as it takes?â You echoed Wandaâs words back to her as a question, but she just gave a small hum of agreement as she placed a few kisses on your skin.Â
âUntil I have everything that I want again.â Her voice was low suddenly, almost threatening. You looked down at her eyes and saw how they darkened as she continued to trace her fingers against your body. âAnd nobody will take it from me again.â
Her words felt like a threat to an invisible entity. You knew it wasnât directed towards you, you had no idea the source. But you knew she was serious, even if you didnât quite understand why. Her words felt as much as a threat to someone as they did a direct promise to you.Â
As Wanda laid on your chest and recovered some of her strength she thought about how she was one step closer. She could have her perfect family; her happiness. She didnât need to control a whole town, she didnât even necessarily need to control you. Once you did understand, she knew you would be accepting. Shocked, maybe, but ultimately accepting and even happy to build the dream Wanda had. She would have her boys, she would recreate them again with you. And then it would be the four of you, forever.Â
For your part, you didnât know what Wanda meant exactly. It wouldnât be until later that evening, when Wanda decided you recovered enough to go again, that you put the pieces together and realized exactly how magic Wandaâs new toy was. She was right in her assumption of your reaction, shocked but accepting. Just like the good girl she knew you would be. Whatever Wanda wanted, you decided you would give it to her, knowing she would do the same. Wanda was one step closer to her happiness and it finally felt as if she was building it on solid foundations. There would be no one to take you from her, no one to stop her from building a life again with you. And there was a silent, chilling understanding between the two of you that if anyone were to ever threaten her happiness again⌠they would not get very far.
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Golf - LN4
*:ď˝Ľďž Summary: In Portugal, Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, and Maxâs girlfriend Pietra go golfing, with Pietraâs single friend (you) tagging along. You struggle with the game, prompting Lando to offer hands-on lessons.
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The warm Portuguese sun bathed the lush green golf course, casting soft shadows over the rolling hills. The faint scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as the group of four made their way towards the first hole. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, his girlfriend Pietra, and Pietraâs friendâa single woman, fresh-faced and smiling despite her clear inexperience with golfâwalked together, laughter bubbling up between them as they teased one another.
Pietra nudged Max playfully as he adjusted his glove, âYou know you're only here to look pretty while you lose, right?â
Max scoffed. âWeâll see who loses when I sink this birdie.â
Lando laughed, shaking his head as he carried his golf bag. His eyes, however, kept straying to the woman walking beside Pietraâyou. You had been quiet at first, observing the banter between the group, but it didnât take long for you to find your rhythm. Your natural charm had won the guys over quickly, but it was Lando who seemed most intrigued by you.
You were unsure about this whole golfing thing; youâd never played a round in your life. But when Pietra had invited you to join them on this trip, the allure of sunny Portugal and new adventures was impossible to resist. Plus, you werenât going to lieâspending time around Lando was hardly a bad thing.
After the first few holes, it became obvious that you were, well, not the best golfer. You swung the club a few times, and while your effort was there, the technique... not so much. Your ball either went nowhere, or far off course. Each miss was followed by giggles from Pietra and lighthearted teasing from Max.
âYouâve got this,â Pietra grinned, leaning on Maxâs arm, as you tried yet again.
Your swing was way off. The ball barely moved. You cringed, immediately breaking into laughter.
âThatâs it,â Lando said with a mischievous smile, stepping forward. âTime for a lesson.â His eyes sparkled with something more than just amusement, his dimpled grin sending a flutter through your stomach.
You raised an eyebrow, but couldnât stop the smile pulling at your lips. âOh? Youâre going to teach me how to golf?â
âWell, someoneâs got to save you from yourself.â He gave you a teasing wink, his accent rolling off his words in a way that made your heart skip. âMax certainly wonât.â
Max snorted, raising his hands. âIâm no teacher. Good luck, mate.â
You shook your head, amused, but when Lando stood next to you, a little closer than necessary, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. He placed his hands over yours, adjusting your grip on the club. His touch was firm, but not forceful, guiding rather than instructing.
âFirst, you need to relax,â Lando said softly, his voice close to your ear. âYouâre too tense.â
You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken at the proximity. His body was warm, his presence so magnetic that you were barely able to focus on his words. You could feel his breath against your skin as he adjusted your arms, moving them into position. He leaned in a little more, close enough that the scent of his cologne filled your senses.
âLike this,â Lando murmured, his hands guiding the motion. He stood behind you, his chest lightly brushing your back, and for a moment, you forgot you were supposed to be learning how to golf.
The rest of the group had quieted, either lost in their own conversation or deliberately giving the two of you space. Pietra, ever the romantic, watched with a knowing smile.
âOkay,â Lando continued, still guiding your movements. âNow, on three, swing. One⌠two⌠three.â
Together, you swung, and to your surprise, the ball sailed smoothly across the grass, not far, but far better than any of your previous attempts.
You turned, eyes wide. âI did it!â
Lando grinned down at you, pride in his expression. âSee? Itâs all in the technique.â
You laughed, a little embarrassed but mostly happy. âI guess I just needed the right teacher.â
He gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. âOr maybe Iâm just that good.â
The flirting between you and Lando was subtle, woven into each shared glance and teasing comment. It wasnât overt, but the tension between you was undeniable. Every time his hand brushed yours as he handed you the club, or when his fingers lingered on your back as he showed you the proper stance, it sent little sparks through your skin.
âOkay, letâs try again,â Lando said, stepping back into position behind you. This time, his touch was more casual, but it still held that underlying tension that made your pulse race.
You swung again, and though the ball didnât fly as far, it still went in the right direction.
Lando gave a mock sigh. âGuess Iâll have to stick with you for the rest of the day. Youâre not ready to be let loose just yet.â
âIs that so?â You shot him a playful look, fully aware of how close he was standing to you. âAnd here I thought I was getting better.â
âYou are,â he said, his voice soft and sincere. âYouâre just not ready to leave the pro yet.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his confidence, but something about the way he looked at you made the laughter die on your lips, replaced by a different kind of awareness.
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The day went on like that, filled with stolen glances, light touches, and gentle teasing. The others gave you space, Max and Pietra happily absorbed in their own world, but there was a sense that everyone knew something was happening between you and Lando.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the course, the group decided to call it a day. Max and Pietra walked ahead, leaving you and Lando lingering behind, still chatting quietly.
âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â Lando asked, his eyes catching yours as you strolled beside him, golf clubs slung over your shoulders.
You shrugged, smiling. âNot bad at all. But I donât think Iâll be challenging you to a game anytime soon.â
âMaybe we could practice again,â he suggested, his tone light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. âI could give you some more lessons.â
There it was againâthe tension, the unspoken something that had been building all day. You felt your heart race, your stomach doing little flips at the idea of spending more time with him. Alone.
âI think Iâd like that,â you said, your voice soft as you looked up at him.
Landoâs smile widened, his dimple showing once again. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
Neither of you moved for a moment, the world around you seeming to fade as the connection between you intensified. You werenât sure who moved first, but suddenly, you were standing even closer, the air between you charged with possibility.
âLando,â you whispered, unsure of what to say next, your heart beating fast in your chest.
But before you could say more, Maxâs voice rang out from ahead. âOi! You two lovebirds coming or what?â
You both jumped back, laughing at the interruption, though the moment wasnât lost. Landoâs hand found yours for a brief second, giving it a gentle squeeze before he let go, his eyes promising that this wasnât the end of whatever was brewing between you.
âYeah, weâre coming,â Lando called back, a grin on his face.
As you made your way back to the group, your heart felt light, your cheeks warm from more than just the sun. Golf might not have been your game, but LandoâLando was a whole different story.
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brat taming kirishima with his bratty tsundere girlfriend.
idk thinking that kiri can be such a soft but hard as fuck dom and it always come to a head when you get snarky, like he knows how you are, almost as bad as bakugou.
but god, does he love when you subconsciously act out.
in this sense, you had completely forgot the rule about not allowing kiri to help you with the heavier things. he hates when you get too independent. sure, he knows you carry yourself so, so good. but hes trying to make you not be so defensive, so independent where you cannot be helped because you wont let the thickest walls down.
and on top of that, you shooed him away. biggest mistake for you.
âyou know youre not supposed to be carrying these heavy things, right baby?â he tries to take the big box of a black grill out of your hands, but you pull away and swat your hand.
âi can do this shit by myself, kiri.â you grumble, sitting it in the garage with a standing kirishima.
none of that mattered now, not the way he has you folded up on your back to mattress and spread eagle.
the sheer force of his body always knocked you into oblivion, thrusts making your voice so high and ragged.
âiâm sorry, im so sorrây!â you squeal, moans just bubbling out and a thumb circling your clit.
âoh, i know.â he coos, thrusts becoming meaner by the second. oh, he was pissed. pissed because, the fuck you thought this was? let him lift heavy things for you! youre not single anymore.. and your exes were some punk ass bitches. âbet you wont do this shit again, huh baby?â
you nod, tears starting to bubble up in the corner of your eyes and trying to keep the hold of the back or your knees.
he slows, keeping that motion on your clit and thrusting once really hard. âwords, baby.â he growls, pointed teeth gritting.
âyes! yes!â you hiccup, feeling his hips go back to bullying your cervix.
âsuch a fuckinâ brat you know?â he groans, soft slaps against your cheek. âneedâa real man to fuck into you like this, huh?â he coos again, rolling his eyes at a certain tightness. âalways gotta be so mean to me.â
you nod, babbling incoherent words and sentences as he circled your over sensitive clit and push his cock deeper. âigunnacum!â
âthere you go, just let go and cum, âkay baby?â
you hate how gooey he makes you feel. how patience is his strongest suit and making you feel so pathetic in his hands. he was right, needed a big bruly man to fuck you so deep you forget to rebuild that wall you made to protect yourself.
âyou going to be mean like that again?â he asked, thrusting in his needy tip that pushes and traps you into the corner of the bed that is against the wall. âhm? cmon, say something, love.â
one thing about kirishima, you know hes pissed when hes drilling you like this, and heâs mocking and laughing at you.
his hands grips your hips hard, all two eighty five hundred pounds of him loving you. âfuckâ fuck! yeah, cum!â demanded, and starved. finally, he hits that gummy spot hard enough, and your clit throbs and feels like it clenches on its own, creamy translucent fluid just dribbling from your walls and he laughs out.
âoh, thats my girl.â he shushes, wiping the tears and kissing your cheek. he groans, pulling himself out from your confinements and stroking himself, looking down as he growls from his chest meanwhile his own essence drools to the couch.
you just lay there, a twitching mess as he presses your legs up. he takes the discarded shirt of his to wipe up your cream and then his own. âyou okay baby? did i go to hard, again?â he thickly swallows, feeling the pat of your hand against his large bicep.
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GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON
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¤â˘ ËËË Kinktober day twelve.
Hands + Mirror Sex (2.2k words)
summary: Your wandering eyes lead you to the best show you have ever seen.
warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, chocking, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie.
The Austin GP turned out nothing like you expected it to. Sure, the car didnât have the pace and the McLaren wasnât the quickest car this weekend, but that last lap was really what made your blood boil. How was that even fair? It wasnât, and you knew Lando wasnât going to be his bubbly self after how that turned out.
You saw it coming; he was usually down for the tiniest things, but this? You were already thinking a million things to take his head off the result, at least for a little while.
He got out of the car, and you could see he was disappointed, taking his gloves off and walking with his head down as he made his way to the garage.Â
âLando,â you softly called him as you got close to him. He still had his helmet on, so you couldnât see any more than his eyes, which didnât look as happy as they did before the race. âIâm really proud of you, despite everything, you did the best you could out there.â
He let out a sigh as he took his helmet off. Lando was pissed, and so was everyone else. âYeah, didnât really have a choice there.â He said, ripping the balaclava off his head.
His hair bounced a bit as he did so, which usually made you smile and want to run your hand through his curls, but the way his hands looked as he fisted the material had your eyes fixated there, and you didnât even notice at first, but as soon as you did, you tried to look back at him as he vented a little, but he just looked so good you just couldnât look away. Suddenly, you forgot what you were talking about.Â
âIt was a little messy, definitely not what we were hoping for. Max clearly went way too hard and also gained an advantage with it, but I guess donât make the rules. I tried, but he went off the track too, so I didnât have a choice. I donât know what they were expecting me to do, really.â Lando let out another loud sigh as anger stained his words, clearly waiting for you to say something back, but when you were silent for a little too long, he followed where your eyes fell, a smirk creeping on his face when he realised. âAre you listening to me?â
âHuh?â You looked up at him, feeling bad for not getting a single word that left his mouth. âYes, you did great, honey.â You gazed up at him for a moment, your face burning in embarrassment, but that was long forgotten when your eyes fell to his hand again â this time, the one holding the hemet.
Lando stepped closer to you, forcing you to look at him as he whispered, âI guess youâve got other things in mind. Good, youâll help me forget about this shitshow later.â
With that, he walked away, ready to take on his post-race duties. Now you were embarrassed.
It took a good while for them to finish everything up; with media and the debrief, you were left to wait for him in his room. The wait felt like hours, especially knowing what you signed yourself up to with your wandering eyes.
Finally, you saw him come through the door and quickly grab his things. âLetâs go, weâre getting out of here.â He looked oddly calm and collected as he handed his hand out to you, which you happily took.
âSo what was the debrief? Is the team going to say something?â
âOh, so now you wanna talk about it.â
You playfully punched his arm with your elbow as you both left the small room, walking to the car that would take you back to the hotel. The ride back was pretty normal, just talking about random things and what you would do before heading to Mexico; it wasnât until the hotel door closed behind you that his demeanour completely changed.
He pushed you against the door as his things fell to the ground, capturing your lips in a needy kiss. âCouldnât even vent properly cause your mind was too focused on my hands,â he said into the kiss, biting your bottom lip softly before kissing you again.Â
All you could do was kiss him back as low whimpers scaped your lips. But then you felt one of his big hands caressing your tummy, slowly making its way up to your neck. Your heart nearly stopped beating when he wrapped a hand around it, putting a little pressure as the other one fell on your bum. It was simply impossible to stay quiet in that moment.
âTell me if itâs too much,â he whispered before locking eyes with you.Â
You could feel a red tint spread across your face at how much that turned you on as a burning feeling grew between your legs. âNo,â you said, following his lips once again.Â
He was smiling against them, applying a little more pressure as he guided you into the room. Instinctively, your feet were walking towards the bed, but with a sudden squeeze, he stopped you.Â
âNot tonight. I didnât know you enjoyed them so much, sweetheart, you deserve a show.âÂ
Lando kept walking until you made it to the bathroom, only stopping when you were both in front of the big, full-sized mirror. He turned you around so you would face yourself, but kept his hand around your neck.
âUndress for me, baby.â
You did as he said, slowly taking every piece of clothing as your eyes fixated on his big hand, veins prominent as he held you. His other one was exploring your body as it lost the layers, squeezing every inch of your skin.
His eyes never left your face; he was truly enjoying your expression change as he got closer to your folds, your teeth capturing your lower lip as he reached your pussy.
âIs this what youâve been thinking about all day? Mhm? My hands making you feel good?â
All you could do was nod, your clit already invaded as he played with it slowly. He teased you for a couple of minutes, until a desperate moan made him apply more pressure and dip a big finger in your dripping hole. It always felt good, of course it did, but there was something about watching him do it, his finger disappearing inside you, glistening in your arousal.
Lando got closer to your ear â so close to you you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin. âThis is what I get to see every night under me. Do you like what you see, love?âÂ
âUh huh,â you replied, your mind too focused on your pleasure to form any words.
His pace quickened as he inserted another finger, making everything intensify by a thousand, your legs almost giving in. You caught a glimpse of his face, his gaze so deep and immersed in making you come. This almost made you crumble, until he stopped.
âOn your knees,â he demanded. You were a bit confused by this, but who were you to deny him? You were about to turn around to face him, thinking he was asking you for a blowjob, but you saw him shaking his head in his reflection. âYouâll be facing yourself. Like I said, you deserve a show.â
You went on your knees and watched him undress himself, his eyes locked with yours as his clothes fell to the ground somewhere in the over-the-top hotel bathroom. You were almost salivating at the sight, and you knew he was teasing you by how slow he was being, but you were so desperate to feel something that your fingers found your needy pussy. Oh but by the look that he gave you, you knew he didnât like that one bit.
âNot so fast, baby.â He said it with an extremely low voice, and your hand immediately fell to your thigh.
Lando kneeled behind you, now completely naked, as he grabbed the hand that just seconds ago was buried between your folds. His eyes found yours again, and without hesitation and an intense look, he took your wet fingers in his mouth, licking them clean with a moan. God, was he trying to kill you?
âYou tend to get so desperate, my love. You know how much I hate that.â
âS-sorry.â
âShh, itâs okay. Just let me do the work.â
You saw him grab his cock, or at least you knew he did, but his reflection was hiding behind you. With a few tugs, he guided it to your pussy, running his head through your folds a few times to take some of your wetness.
âReady?â He asked, and you just nodded. Once he was perfectly positioned behind you, he sunk his cock into you, loving the way your mouth fell open as he was buried deep inside you. As he gave you some time to adjust, his right hand went back to wrap around your neck, giving it the right amount of pressure. âYouâre gonna love the view.â
He started slamming into you, slowly at first, his arm wrapping around your torso to keep you stable. You nearly couldnât believe your eyes; the way he was holding you, his veins more visible than ever, his pretty face contortioning in pleasure, his cock disappearing inside you. He was right, what a show.
It was almost too much, he was hitting all the right spots. Moans, whimpers, and skin snapping against yours echoed in the bathroom, your hot bodies steaming as he fucked you from behind, making the mirror in front of you somewhat foggy. But you needed more.
âLando,â you whimpered.
He hummed in response, and almost as if he knew exactly what you were asking for, his fingers found your clit, rubbing small but quick circles. This almost made you lose balance, but it was so worth it.
You couldnât help your eyes closing for a moment as your mind got so lost in pleasure you thought you were about to pass out, but with a hard squeeze on your neck, he demanded you to open them, finding his deep, dark gaze.
âI said you would be watching yourself, remember? Keep âem open for me.â
You nodded as your eyes explored the image in front of you, your mesmerised stare encouraging him to go faster and harder. With his mouth positioned right beside your ear, you could hear every little sound he was making, moans and senseless words through gritted teeth as he tried to keep it together.
He wasnât gonna lie; even though he made it clear he wanted you to enjoy the show, he was enjoying it just as much, if not more. You had never done it in front of a mirror, but now that he knew what that was like, he would definitely be suggesting it more.
It was like he couldnât get enough of you; he always got to see you take it, but this? This was different. He was slamming you so hard he knew he wasnât gonna last long, so he had to make sure you were close.
âGonna cum for me? Gonna watch yourself cum in my cock?â
âYes, please.â You were begging at this point. You were also close, and with him applying more pressure on your clit, that feeling only got more and more intense. You were sure your knees would be bruised by the end of this, but that was the least of your worries as you felt you were about to snap. âSo close,â you whimpered.
âGood.â
With a few more thrusts, you fell over the edge, the loudest scream he has ever heard leaving your lips. His fingers left your pussy as he felt you combulsing against him, wrapping his arm around you again to stop you from falling forward.
You didnât care anymore, you closed your eyes in pure euphoria as your orgasm hit you, your hand falling in the mirror in front of you and leaving a print in it. The sight before him and the way your pussy was pulsing around him brought him to a sweet release, pumping into you a few more times before his hot cum spilled inside you.
Heavy breaths took over the bathroom. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his, the view almost making you horny again.
âDid you like what you saw, sweetheart?â He asked, this time using the sweetest voice known to man. Anyone that heard him mutter those words would never imagine what he was truly asking you.
âYes. We have to do this again.â Breathless words escaped your lips.
âYou havenât even seen the best part.â As he said this, he slipped out of you, your combined fluids dripping out of you. Both of you stared at the way your thighs got tainted with them, and you almost felt embarrassed at how his stare lingered for a little too long. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â And with a kiss to your temple, he stood up and made his way to the shower, turning it on and making sure the temperature was right.
He came back to you a few seconds later and handed out his hand to help you get up, his arms were holding you as you made a mental note to get a bigger mirror for your shared room back home.
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Downfall [ Five Hargreeves x Reader ]
Summary: No matter the timeline, you and Five never get your chance.
A/N: well I think I can agree with everyone that season four was not good⌠so my way of coping is making angsty imagines for it⌠Iâm trying to cope with the fact this is the last time we will ever see them ): This is also super short, apologies
Warnings: Season Four Spoilers
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Five had seen multiple timelines with Lila throughout their time spent together. And in almost every single one they saw, you were dead by the hands of him or vice versa. Eventually it became normal to see you mourning Five or him taking revenge for you.
Lila could see how distressing it was for him to see every timeline play out the same for the both of you.
Fate never seemed to be on your side, and even in your timeline, Five never had the courage to tell you his feelings. Despite spending six years by his side, being his roommate, helping him with cases, being there emotionally for him⌠he never seemed to catch on to the fact that you held feelings for him, too.
On one of their multiple train rides, Lila tried to address what the two of you meant to each other, but Five didnât want to acknowledge it.
Because he feared the moment heâd open up, fate would play itâs cruel trick again and guarantee he would never see you again.
So he buried it deep within himself so it would not haunt him.
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For you, it was mere hours you had last seen Five. You had helped Allison and Claire rescue Klaus from being buried alive, and had found your way to Lila and Diegoâs home.
Everything seemed to be alright, and although you could sense something was wrong with Five, you didnât have the energy to ask, simply from the long day you were all having.
However, you didnât fail to notice the looks Lila and Five were sharing. It made not only you suspicious, but Diego as well. It was started to grow more and more tense as he pried information from them.
It almost felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest, being stomped on by the universe, as Five and Lila confessed of their infidelity.
You werenât sure if you wanted to console Diego or slap Five.
You decided on the latter before storming out of the house. Diego tried to stop Five from chasing after you, but Five was quicker and blinked to your side.
âLet me explain.â
âGet away from me!â You screamed as you exited the house. Nobody followed the two of you, so you only assumed Lila was in the hot seat.
â(Y/n)! Stop acting like a child and listen.â Five grabbed your arm and whipped you around to face him. He was close now, his breath fanning your face.
âHow could I listen to the fact you and Lila shared such an intimate relationship while I have been waiting years for you to do the same with me.â You made sure to throw your words in his face, making all of your emotions clear as day. Pretending to not hold feelings for him was beginning to weigh you down, so you needed to let go of those weights now.
âAll we did was kiss,â Five said it like it was the most simple action in the world. âOne kiss and we realized our mistake immediately. We got wrapped up in our own little bubble and forgot the important things. I just⌠I couldnât handle seeing you die anymoreâŚâ
âWhat?â You pushed away from him. Had he seen a timeline with you dead?
âI⌠we donât get a happy ending in any timelines. No matter what we do, we fail to be together.â Five sighed and ran a hand through his hair. âI lost hope that even if we got back, it would lead to our demise.â
You didnât know what to say to him as your heart began to beat uncontrollably.
He looked into your tear filled eyes and said, âI want to be with you, but I donât want to kill you.â
âI donât want to be with someone who, after forty years in the apocalypse, couldnât even keep his heart on one person for seven years. It doesnât matter if you realized your mistake, Five. Iâve been here the whole time waiting for you. I took care of you when you came home bloodied. I stayed up with you while you had panic attacks. I made sure that you had coffee brewed every morning.â
Five felt ashamed he had let everything you had done for him go to waste with his one mistake. âI donât expect you to forgive me.â
âMaybe Iâll be the bigger person and actually forgive you, because I know deep inside I am that person. And I for sure know you arenât because you kissed your brotherâs wife, Five.â You scoffed and wiped away your tears. âGood luck with that.â
You began to walk towards your car without another word, and Five just watched as you left.
He was smart enough to know that if he chased you, it would lead to a grave.
And not too long after, he would sacrifice himself with his family, his last thoughts only consisted of you and how much he failed your relationship. Some selfish part of him hoped that heâd come back, to be able to see you again.
But the more rational side of him knew that he would never touch you again.
Because for once, you would be able to live in a peaceful timeline without him there to cause your downfall.
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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.1K]
Jealousy, reassurance and Steve. Prompts: âwhy didnât you tell me where you were?â And âIâm not being overdramatic.â Was this supposed to be a 500 word prompt? Yes, we donât talk about it.
You hated it, you hated it, you hated it.
It was a gross feeling, an awful sensation that felt thick like tar, clinging to your chest, enough of it to make you ache and feel heavy. It crawled up your throat, making you feel too hot and by the time youâd spotted your boyfriend in the food court, standing talking to a pretty blonde girl, the lunch youâd brought him had went cold in your hand.
Anxiety? Perhaps not. Jealousy? You hated that that emotion seemed to sit better on your tongue, bitterly so.
And when Steve waited for you in his car later, the engine running and the heating on full so it was warm enough for you, jealousy still clung to you in an ugly way.
âHey, babe,â Steve greeted as you slumped into the passenger seat. He was reading the back of a new cassette tape, absent minded as he scratched off the price sticker and leaned over to give you a kiss. He didnât seem to notice - or mind - that you turned and gave him your cheek. âHow was work?â
You hummed, non committal and fussed with your bag, pushing it down into the footwell. âWas fine,â you mumbled. âYours?â
You wondered if this was when Steve admitted to rendezvousing with a girl in secret, if heâd try to deny it. The logical part of your brain told you that there was absolutely nothing secret about meeting someone in the middle of the busy food court on a Saturday afternoon, but the jealous bubble that had grown inside of you was having none of it. It grew and grew, a blue-green ball that took up all the cracks and crevices between your ribs until it felt like youâd burst from the pressure.
Steve was backing out of the parking space, his arm thrown around your headrest and he nodded, eyes on the rear window. âYeah, yeah, it was alright. Got busy after lunch so it wasnât too slow, yâknow?â
âRight.â You nodded, suddenly finding breathing a weary task. Your throat was tight, your eyes hot. Lunch. âI, uhâ I came to visit you on mine. My lunch.â
Steve blinked, chancing a quick glance at you now he was on the straight road back to Hawkins. He blinked in surprise. âYou did? I hate that I missed you, babe, mâsorry.â His hand found your knee and squeezed. âI mustâve been in the back or something.â
You didnât say anything. Not for a few minutes. Because Steve was your first real relationship you didnât know the rules and you didnât know what to say and youâd never, ever experienced the kind of fizzing, hot dread that was clawing at your throatâ
âDid you go out at lunch?â
Steve turned to look at you once more, a fleeting glance with knitted brows and a small, if not unsure, smile on his face. You were being weird. Your voice was quieter than normal, soft and formal all at once and you hadnât put your hand over his as it sat on your knee still.
âYeah,â he told you, wondering why you asked. âI forgot mine at home, ran to the food court and grabbed some fries.â His thumb rubbed over you. âMustâve been when I missed you, huh?â
âMmm,â you hummed again, head ducked, fingers tangled in your lap. Steve was frowning. âDid you go back to the store? After?â
âWhat?â It was becoming harder to concentrate on the road. The street lights flickered to life as the evening set in and the orange-white glow of them made the wet in your eyes shine. Steve was alarmed, wondering why on earth you looked like you were close to tears. âBabyâ after I got my fries? I mean, yeah?â
Steve wouldâve almost missed the way your bottom lip trembled if he hadnât slowed for the stop sign. âHoney? What? Whatâs going on?â
You broke then, watery eyes and lip tucked between your teeth as you tried not to let out the audible sob that was stuck in your throat. It was a silly thing, to feel such intense emotions, especially over a scenario you knew little about, but that heavy feeling had clawed at your chest all day and you felt smaller than you ever had, too hot and itchy to be in your own skin and something - somehow - had to get outâ
âBaby,â Steve was more than alarmed now, wide eyed as he pulled over to the side of the road, the wheel turning dramatically in his hands as he killed the engine and unbuckled his belt. âBaby, what is it, huh? Câmon, talk to meââ
He was leaning over the console to you, brown eyes shining with concern as one big hand chased your wet cheek, pushing at you softly until you lifted your chin for him. Steve made a soft noise at the sight of you, glassy eyed and huffing as you tried to tamper down your shaky breaths.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhy didnât you tell me where you were?â It wasnât what you had planned to say, but it was the only thing that made it past your lips in the moment.
The boyâs face crumbled in confusion, brows creased. âAt lunch? I didâŚwhat?â
You sniffed, immediately feeling silly but you were too far gone, too deep in. You swiped hastily as your cheeks, too meanly for Steveâs liking and he chased your fingers with much kinder ones.
âYou said you went back to the store,â your breath hitched, a shuddering thing as you pulled in a gasp of air. God, this was so silly, this was so stupid. Your body burned. âAfter your lunchâ you said you went back.â
Steve looked at you a little plainly, the little gears that most men had in their heads whirring into overdrive. He looked confused, grasping at your words and trying to decipher what they meant. âYeah?â He tried weakly.
âBut I saw you,â another hiccup, another fresh tear that you managed to catch before Steve did and the boy frowned deeper when you pulled your face away from his touch. âI saw you in the food court, you were talking to a girl.â
You were very aware of how childish the sentence was as it left your lips. But you were tired, defeated. Youâd held onto the jealousy and fear and anxiety all day and now that it was out, you were exhausted, shoulders slumping and mouth twisted into a pout that Steve really wanted to be able to kiss away.
But recognition settled over him at your words and his lips fell into a small âoâ of understanding. He tried not to smile, he really did, knowing how much it would upset you further, so he pressed his lips together and nodded before speaking.
âYou saw me with Tammy Thomson.â It wasnât a question.
You sniffed and shrugged, suddenly playing indifference now you knew the blondes name.
âBaby,â Steve tried again, bringing his hand back up to sweep along your jaw, his thumb pushing gently against your cheek. It was a fond touch, dripping in affection and you so wanted to lean into it. âShe was an old school friend.â
You scoffed. You might have not went to Hawkins High like Steve had, but youâd had enough conversations with Robin and Eddie to know the list of people that had crushed hard on Steve. Tammy Thomsonâs name had come up on serval occasions.
âYou werenât going to tell me you ran into her?â You mumbled, staring at your skirt.
Steve floundered for a second, lips moving without sound as he tried to find the right words before settling on the honest to gods truth. âI actually kinda forgot.â He shrugged, apologetic. âI wasnât thinking about it. It, uh, it wasnât an important part of my day, yâknow?â
Embarrassment washed over you in a hot, sticky curtain, leaving you just as teary as before. You hated what you were insinuating with your words, what you were accidentally accusing Steve of. He wasnât trying to hide anything from you, despite what your brain had told you all day. He hadnât done anything wrong.
âGodâ urgh,â your eyes watered again but you squeezed the heel of each palm to them before the tears could fall. Stupid, stupid, stupid. âI, Iâm sorry. Can you take me home? Please.â
The car drop sat at the side of the road, the inside cooler now the engine wasnât running and you hated the idea of someone you knew driving by and seeing your tear stricken face - or worse, thinking that at this was the spot youâd chosen to make out with your boyfriend.
Although, youâd much prefer that right now.
âHey, hey,â Steveâs voice was achingly soft and closer than before as he moved in. His hands found your wrists and gently pulled them away from your face, easing the pressure youâd put on your poor, swollen eyes. âCâmon now, talk to me? Please?â
You blinked as the world and the boy came back into view, lip still trembling and you felt too soft, too delicate, way too vulnerable. Steveâs gaze was just as gentle though, kinder than you thought you deserved.
âI shouldnât haveââ
Accused? Spied? You werenât sure what you were going to say but Steve interrupted you regardless. âWanna know what I was thinking about?â His thumbs stroked over the soft skin on the inside of your wrists as he held them between you both. He didnât wait for an answer. âYou.â
You couldâve cried again if Steve had let you, but he seemed to sense the stuttering of your chest and he smiled, a little teasing, a lot loving. âYou, fries - of course, how much I hate my boss, where I wanted to take you out for dinner tomorrow, how I heard about this new movie I thought youâd like.â
Adoration filled the cavernous space your jealousy had once been.
âI think about you a lot,â Steve told you, grimacing playfully like it was something shameful and secretive. It made you smile, head falling forward to rest against your joined hands. âItâs sick, actually, right?â
You nodded, face still hidden and joining in on the joke because you didnât know what else to do or say. Not in the car at least. Maybe, you thought, when you got back home youâd invite the boy in and cover him in kisses. Apologetic ones, loving ones, doting ones, from head to toe if you had to.
âYou okay?â He asked, more serious now. âCan you look at me?â
How could say no?
You lifted your head and Steve tutted, lips pressed thin as he took in your puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks. He used your hands in his to wipe away the damp tracks, so much softer than youâd done before, making you treat yourself with so much more care and kindness.
He raised his brows, waiting on an answer.
âIâm okay,â your voice was raspy from emotion and you coughed, embarrassed. âSteve, Iâm sorry.â
Steve shook his head shrugging. âItâs okay. Justâ just talk to me next time, yeah? Donâf tiptoe around whatâs making you sad, babe. I wanna be able to fix it for you.â
You nodded, still aching with all the emotion, both good and bad. The self conscious side of you couldnât help but ask, âdo you think I was being overdramatic?â
Steveâs lip quirked up, something he managed to tame quickly. He frowned, leaning in to press a kiss at your hot cheek. âYou?â He murmured into your skin, nose pressed to the soft skin by your mouth. âOverdramatic? My crybaby? Since when?â
There was laughter laced in his words, a light teasing youâd taken months to get used to but you recognised it for what it was. Fondness, familiarity, a way to break the heavy tension and make you smile.
So you did, lips lifting and brows crinkling all at the same time. âIâm not being overdramatic!â You watched Steve grin as he started the car again, looking both ways before pulling back into the lane. âI thoughtâ I thought you wereââ
âWhat?â Steve glanced at you, grinning. He caught your hand and lifted it to his lips, stamping a kiss on the back of it and held it on your lap, not letting go. âYou thought I was gonna get my fries and runaway with Tammy Thomson? Never to return?â
You didnât say anything, you just say back in the chair and tried not to pout, because, yeah, thatâs exactly what you thought. You just hated how stupid it sounded coming from someoneâs mouth and not your own head.
âAnd leave you?â Steve tutted, head shaking as he kept up the playful tone. There was a lot of love on his eyes when he looked over at you. âBaby, câmon now.â
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call me back
fluff (+ a bit of angst) đ established relationship đ idol!hoshi x fem!reader đ wc: 1.6k
. . . fighting with you is never easy for hoshi. especially not when an ocean is separating you
was fighting over the last piece of cake stupid and immature? yes. did it feel like hoshiâs whole world was about to collapse when he noticed you ate it? double yes. while your boyfriend wasnât known for his great patience and non-existent anger issues, he never took his anger out on you, no matter how frustrated and annoyed he was.
well - until last week.Â
hoshi came home tired and very, very hungry, nothing out of the ordinary, though you could clearly see he was a lot more agitated than usual, so you did what you always did when he came back exhausted like that - gave him space. you were just about to start your nighttime routine when you heard your name being yelled from the kitchen, and not in a happy âbaby, my love, my darling, please come hereeeeâ kind of way.Â
you didnât even get a chance to take a breath as you entered the kitchen, coming face to face with soonyoung and his angry pout. âwhere the fuck is my cake?â he asked, and now, a week later, his words were still echoing through his head.Â
it was never his intention to lash out at you like that. obviously. he was tired, and hungry, his muscles were aching, he felt like a bad boyfriend for spending so little time with you, and he forgot to buy a gift for his mom's birthday - not that it mattered, nothing could excuse him for being so mean to you. to make matters worse, instead of acting like a man and begging on his knees for your forgiveness, he chickened out and just left.Â
âman, why donât you just donât call her and apologise?â woozi sighed, throwing his head back because it had to be the tenth time he had to listen to hoshiâs story of how he decided to act like the biggest dick over an overpriced piece of a strawberry cake.Â
âi did but sheâs not answering.âÂ
âno shit, i wouldnât have answered either.âÂ
and that exactly was the biggest problem - it was hard enough to go through a fight while he was home, but now that he was overseas, a thousand kilometres away from you it was impossible. yes, he could send you flowers and shit, but it would only piss you off even more. there was no way for him to show you how truly fucking sorry he was.Â
âi know youâre angry with me right now, but please,â hoshi took in a shaky inhale. he couldnât remember the last time he felt so⌠sad. âplease, just call me back,â that had to be the tenth voicemail he left you ever since he left home.Â
you, on the other hand, werenât doing much better. you felt like slapping the shit out of him that night in your apartment, and although you were able to control your sudden surge of violence, you didnât hold back on cursing him out after he left. you even thought about burning his side of the closet but if you did that youâd lose all of your favourite hoodies and flannels, so you gave up on that too.Â
after your short rage situation, you sat down at kitchen island, and stared at the empty plate where soonyoungâs cake was supposed to be. how were you supposed to know heâd act like that over a cake? obviously you wouldnât have eaten it then. you figured your boyfriend mustâve had a really bad day at the rehearsals. the past couple of days were really harsh on him, and if you could youâd wrap him in bubble wrap, a couple of blankets, and cuddle the shit out of him for being so strong through all of this.Â
all of those excuses for him and still - you couldnât bring yourself to answer his calls and texts, no matter how much listening to his voicemails broke your heart.Â
âso, um, i know weâre not talking but iâm just calling to tell you good morning. remember to eat, and um, have a great day, baby.âÂ
the boys were slowly losing their patience too (seungcheol asked mingaho if he could share some of his calming tea) because a grumpy hoshi was never a fun hoshi, plus - they hated seeing their best friend constantly beating himself over your fight. there was something lacking without their performance team leaderâs spark.Â
âshould we just call her?â mingyu looked over at soonyoung, who was sitting by himself in the corner of the room. âhe looks pathetic, moping around like that,â he snorted.Â
seungcheol groaned, banging his head on jeonghan's shoulder. as they started to get older he started to feel less like a leader but more like a therapist (he really thought about resigning the day seungkwan came whining about a love triangle he got himself into). âthey are adults, they should figure it out between themselves.âÂ
âoh come on, do we have to remind you what we had to do for you when you forgot about your girlfriend's birthday so she would forgive you?â mingyu snickered, and pulled out his phone.Â
you didnât know what to expect when you saw mingyuâs picture flash over your phone screen. it definitely had something to do with your boyfriend, that much you gathered, but you werenât sure you wanted to hear what he had to say. your boyfriendâs words really hurt you, and no matter how much you wanted to forgive him, you werenât sure you could do it yet.Â
eventually, you clicked on the green button with a shaky finger. âyes?â you took a deep inhale and prepared yourself for whatever you were about to hear.Â
âokay, so you know exactly why iâm calling. your boyfriend looks like a kicked puppy, he stopped saying horanghae, heâs dressed all in black and he looks like he drank an entire bottle of soju. i mean, don't worry, he didn't do it because he would be reeling now, but you get what i mean. whatever happened between the two of you, give us back our hoshi."
"well, that was very tactful," you heard coups' voice in the background.
âcan you shut up for one second?âÂ
âno, in fact i canât.âÂ
âokay, boys, i donât want to interrupt whatever is going on, but i really need to know if heâs doing as bad as you're saying.âÂ
âbadâ didnât even come close to what hoshi was feeling. at this point he was so angry and frustrated at himself for acting like he acted, that seriously had to be one of his lowest points of his life achievements. now you were going to dump him, and heâd have to drown himself in soju, and grow a beard, and write a sad love song that heâd hear at the radio for the rest of his life, and-
there was no way you were calling him right now. and yet, âh-hello? babe?âÂ
âno, the fucking pope,â heâd have to add a cabin in the woods to his list of what heâd do after youâd break up with him. âkwoon soonyoung, you have to be one of the most insufferable, impatient and immature people i know. all this because of a piece of cake? do you hear how childish that sounds?"
loud and clear, honey.Â
âthatâs why i didnât apologise in the first place. i immediately realised how fucking stupid i acted, and felt so ashamed of saying all of those awful things to you, and so i just left.âÂ
you sighed defeated. you kind of anticipated him saying that - your boyfriend had a habit of doing things before thinking them over, and as much as you understood him being exhausted and overworked, you still couldnât forget how small he made you feel that night.Â
âlook, i really donât want to fight, being away from you is hard enough, butâŚ,â you ran a hand over your face. what were you supposed to do? you spent the last three nights on the couch because you couldnât fall asleep in your shared bed, and there were so many times when you wanted to text him about the most unserious things that only heâd get, but you just couldnât. âyour words really hurt me.âÂ
âi know, shit, i know, and iâm so fucking sorry. whatever iâll say it wonât be enough, i shouldâve apologised right away. fuck, your boyfriend is such a loser,â you heard him laugh, but it was not the usual soonyoung laugh that made the flowers bloom, and sun shine. âi understand if you want to take a break.âÂ
âthatâs the thing, i donât want to take any breaks. i miss you so much. i miss talking to you every night, i miss our silly conversations, i miss getting my daily hoshi boyfriend pics. iâm sick of seeing your face on twitter and not over face time,â you pulled the sleeve of his sweater over your hand, like it would make you feel any closer to him. âletâs take it slow, maybe?â
you could swear you heard soonyoung exhale, âyes, yes, letâs do that. whatever you need, babe,â he said immediately. âmy poor baby mustâve been so nervous.âÂ
âi love you, you know,â you whispered. there was no point in making things worse and pretending that you didn't miss him, and even though it would probably be a while before everything went back to normal, you didn't want him to doubt whether you still loved him as much as you did before.
âi love you too. very much,â he whispered back, finally sounding a bit happier. âand baby? thank you for calling me back.
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hi victoria!! you're my favorite writer. i just failed a test and i feel really bad about it đżđż i was wondering if you could do a rafe comforting kook!sweetheart that she failed a test? thank youu đ¤đ¤
warnings: bsf!rafe, reader fails her driving test (sheâs me), comfort, fluff, slight humor, pet names
a/n: decided to make this a semi continuation of this fic lol. iâm not sure what kind of test you failed anon but donât beat yourself up over it! weâre all human and it happens to the best of us :( thank you for reading and appreciating my works <3
âso what do you think?â your hands were on your hips, your hair falling cutely in your face as you beamed up at rafe. you had just explained to him why you wanted to get your driverâs license, saying; âwhat if i want to go shopping or something while youâre working with your dad? i could take myself to the mall.â you had looked so excited, so without discouraging you, rafe went along with the whole thing.
âyou know what? thatâs a great idea, babe. do you know how to set up the appointment?â you nodded frantically, following him into his bedroom. âyeah, i go in tomorrow!â thankfully you were behind the poor man so you couldnât see his eyes widen with worry. âtomorrow?!â he watched the way your smile faltered at his tone. rafe made a quick recovery, pulling you in for a hug as he cheered you on.
âyouâre gonna kill it.. literally.â you pulled away, muttering a âwhat was that?â before you forgot about the subject and started rambling on and on about what outfit you should wear to the dmv. after convincing you that heels wouldnât be the best shoe to wear for your test, rafe found himself waiting in the office with you the next morning. âdoes my makeup look okay?â you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
âyes, you look perfect-â just then, an older man with glasses and a clipboard called out your name. âwell, thatâs me..â you got up, rafe squeezing your hand before he watched you go outside with the test proctor. he waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the tv screen in the corner of of the waiting room. not even ten minutes later, you had walked back in, a mortified expression on your face.
âwhatâs wrong? you forget something?â you shook your head, your eyebrows drawn together as you approached him with a pout. âno. can we just leave, please?â rafe got up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before the test proctor came back. âyouâll be driving that one around for a while.â he laughed to himself, making his way to the back. that wasnât goodâŚ
âwhat happened?â rafe asked once you two were back in his truck. âthe test starts with parallel parking.â at your words, rafe refrained from laughing. âoh..â he nodded, âiâm assuming he stopped the test right then and there?â you stayed silent for a moment. âyes.â rafe took a deep breath before facing you. âdonât even worry about it, baby. that just means we need to practice more.â he reassured you.
ârafe it was so bad. when he asked me to start, i just thought about last time when i couldnât even park in one slot..â rafe couldnât help himself anymore, a laugh bubbling from his throat. âsânot funny!â you elbowed him playfully. âalright, alright, iâm sorry.â he apologized. âhow about we grab some breakfast? itâll make you feel better.â he leaned in, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
âokay..â you agreed, âyou know what else would make me feel better?â rafe hummed, starting up the engine. âthree orgasms and a shopping spree.â
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bubble gum flavored
Beomgyu x fem!reader
synopsis: you're a camgirl and beomgyu is your favorite fan.
warnings: đ!!! mentions of masturbation (m! and f!), sex toys, mentions of cum eating, panty sniffing, fingering, oral (f!rec), nipple play, overstim (m! and f! rec), marking, use of teeth, unprotected sex, creampie, reader calls gyu by username beomiebear, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 6k
an: my weakness is camgirl/camboy fics and I already want to write a part two. take a shot every time I use the three câs cum clit cock feedback appreciated :)) [m.list]
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beomgyu remembers when he found your stream for the first time. The cam website had you listed in the newcummer ranks, only a few watchers sitting in the chat when he clicked on. he usually kept to the top camgirls in the list, getting off once and then heading to bed, but he had misclicked when logging on ending up right where he needed to be all along.
The little window previewing your stream showed your pink backdrop, a million pink pillows laid out on the ground where you leaned back. He shrugged, opening your stream to see you with a wand pressed to your clothed clit, legs lifted to your chest, your back arching as you came, the strappy blue bikini straining against your tits like it would pop off at any second. It was over for him the second he heard your breathy whines, thighs shaking as you overstimulated yourself, knees pulling in before you gave a shout pulling the vibrator away. The swimsuit bottoms are completely soaked through sticking and outlining your cunt.Â
Even without the wand you were trembling, head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. And for the first time ever gyu commented in the chat dropping a donation with a single word.Â
beomiebear: again.
The ding of the request was the only sound in your room, drawing you to look right at the screen for the first time. If he hadn't been gone by the sound of your pretty noises he was with your pretty face.Â
âokay ill go again,â you hooked your arms under your knees, and before pressing back down on your clit you muttered, âThis one's for you beomiebear,âÂ
beomgyu stayed up until your stream was over, cock raw from how long he had been fucking his hand, stomach covered in streams of his cum from how often he finished to the sight of you. he bookmarked your page, paid to be an exclusive member and waited for a notification that you were on live.Â
The first month of following you he got used to your schedule on Wednesday, and Friday nights he would be at his desk filling your chat with requests, commenting on your beauty, dropping donations like candy leading you through the forest of your other commenters to praise him and him alone. Every stream he joined got him more and more recognition from you. A sweet, âhi beomiebear,â drawn out and giddy, your little wave and smile just for him. Other exclusive members in the chat didnât get that voice, no, it was reserved for beomgyu and beomgyu alone. Even as you grew higher in the ranks and more people started joining your little army you always greeted beomiebear. He was the longest standing member in chat, donated the most, requested things he could tell you liked just by the way you sounded.Â
When you listed a wishlist for items to be sent to you, if the gift was from beomiebear you didnât just mention the one time you wore it but every time after, âYou remember this one donât you? It was a gift from beomiebear,â your fingers snapping the waistband of the pink thong you wore, âbeomie says he loves me in pink, do you guys agree?âÂ
Your streams were everything to him, even if he was on a trip or out late when you started a stream he was in the bathroom of a bar jerking off like it was the first time he ever saw you, he's trying to stifle his moans in hotel rooms, cumming hard with your name on his lips. he was there for your streams when you just got ready, always in your tiny little tank top nipples peddled, treating the camera like a facetime call. Asking the chat what you should wear, holding up options. His favorite part is always at the end when you put on your lipstick and then go on to fix up your hair, spinning in your outfit asking if you looked pretty. He never missed an opportunity to shower you with love.Â
And when you did an event for reaching your goal sub count you promised the highest donator a fleshlight, two used pairs of panties, and a personal video of you cumming in one of them. beomgyu was the winner by a landslide. âand who would have guessed that beomiebear was the winner? I'm not surprised my beomiebear is obsessed with me,â it was the same time that you set up personal chat offers for long-time members and no one had been watching as long as gyu had.Â
you: Do you want me to use your real name in my video for you?
But gyu loved that you called him by his screen name, anyone else he had ever had sex with only called him beomgyu and you were so much more than just casual even if you had never met in person.Â
beomiebear: No, I like it when you call me beomiebear or even just beomie or bear.Â
Once beomgyu got his video he watched it on the days you didnât stream, playing it over and over until he had each word memorized.Â
âI picked these out just for you,â your hands running over the bubble gum pink panties you wore, âyouâre going to have to tell me if you like them. and then these,â you held up that strappy blue swimsuit, âI know I said two panties but these were from the first stream you joined, so that means I wore them the first time you made me cum,âÂ
just the fact you remembered made him hard. and when you pulled out the fleshlight you got him, unboxing it to show it off, ânow it's not wet unlike how I am right now but I'm sure you'll get it wet enough,â your fingers running over the silicone, slipping your middle and ring finger in the hole before taking them out and putting them into your mouth, âI wish I could lick this clean after you had used it,â you pout, âI know you must taste so good,â you kissed over the puffy lips before asking, âyouâll think of me when you use it right?âÂ
You had him wrapped so tight about your little finger that he was nodding and answering to a screen knowing damn well you couldn't hear him.
When his package came in he was shaking with need, straining in his jeans ripping open the box, groaning over the smell of you. You didnât only send the things promised, you tossed in an extra pair of panties, sprayed with your perfume, and a little bear and lollipop phone charm. A note card handwritten for him saying âfor my beomiebear, donât forget to give your new toy clitty kisses before fucking it and filling it up while thinking of me <33â and did he listen, kissing over where he knew your lips had been before sending it, fucking it until he was so drained he was amazed at how much cum could leave his body. Your panties pressed to his nose, phone charm hanging from his case.Â
You were right about him being obsessed with you and neither of you would have it any other way. and you were no different. Seeing beomiebear's name in the chat or donating would never stop you from smiling. He was one of the first people to support you on live, calling out bad behavior in chat, and calling you the prettiest names. When beomie was active you were putting on your best show. You felt the prettiest when beomiebear was watching and commenting. You picked out outfits you knew beomie would like and couldn't help but think about how he must look behind his keyboard at home.
You've never seen beomie but that didnât mean that you weren't obsessed with the idea of him just like he was obsessed with the idea of you. Sometimes after a stream when beomie would go to your private chat complimenting you and saying goodnight you were laid out in bed giggling and kicking your feet, blushing and smiling acting as if you've never had a boyfriend before in your life. No man had ever made you this giddy in real life and no one else from your streams compared.Â
You remember finding the little phone charm when you were on vacation smiling like a madman just thinking about beomiebear so you bought it. You wouldn't be able to forget the cute little bear or the lolly pop, beomiebear, and his bubblegum princess in pink. Always wondered if he had put it to use or if it was sitting in his nightstand with your panties.Â
Tonight you set up your stream for a get ready with me, fingers rolling over your nipples to get them hard, âHi! Tonight is just going to be a short stream, it feels like forever since I've been on but it's been only one day,â your eyes scan over chat, welcoming the users who tip or the ones you've seen before. These streams never did as well as the ones with you masturbating but they did bring in long-term tippers, the ones who requested private texts and videos often. âI'm going out tonight so I need help to make sure I look good, do you think you could help me decide on a few things?âÂ
Your setup is in your spare room, the one space that made you sign for your apartment as soon as you saw it. Your backdrop is set up right along the back wall, a bed set up lengthwise along the wall with all your pillows to lay down at the perfect angle for your camera. Your vanity is usually behind the camera, only used when you do streams like these, the lights setting the mood. The small closet attached to the room held anything you wore for streams, all your toys and props organized under where everything hung. Tonight you were going out with friends for drinks for a rare night out with friends. You spend most of the time commuting to class and home, and with both your cam schedule and your school schedule you didnât go out much. And none of your friends knew your little secret and you would keep it like that as long as you possibly could.Â
You held up the two options you had picked out for tonight, âmaybe I should try them both on for you?âÂ
It then that beomies name pops up in chat and your smile brightens, âHi beomiebear! Which one should I try first?â you were going for an angel or devil theme with the white set and the black set in hand, both of them nearly identical to each other.
beomiebear: Donât we get to see the lingerie first?
âI didnât even think of that beomie youâre so right. I would need your help to pick out the perfect panties for these, hmm let me see what I have,â you dig through your collection, pulling out a few options for them to pick between. âHere I have pink,â you hold them up one at a time, âwhite, red, and black. If I wear the white skirt I donât know if I'll be able to wear the red but why donât we see?âÂ
Your top half was mostly in frame as you changed your panties but stepping closer to the bed you could see more of your body in the viewfinder. Picking up the white skirt to pull it on, purposefully tugging it up higher. âsee what I mean everyone would be able to see, especially if I bend over,â you demonstrate leaning over the bed and looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips.Â
beomgyu is sitting in his apartment biting his lip trying to decide if he should touch himself when he has to be ready in an hour to leave for drinks with his friends. Debating if the clean up is worth it but knowing that if he doesn't get off at least once he will be fighting a boner for a while. He watches as you pick up the next pair of panties to try, youâre standing in front of the camera tugging your skirt down enough so that when you take off the red pair the camera doesn't pick it up, but as you tug on the white lace and bend back over the bed he gives up on resisting. The material is just sheer enough to show the outline of your cunt and as you sway your hips asking if these are better the fabric slips along your lips. there is no way he is not touching himself now. âoops,â you giggle fixing the lace so that it sits right again, âmaybe not these, donât want anyone else seeing what is only meant for my angels,âÂ
you stand back up, âYou know what I think the black skirt is better,â you slide the white skirt off leaving you back in your tiny cropped tank and lace panties before sliding up the black skirt, âokay but now the white is too showy,â you bend again, âwhat should I pick next the black or the pink?â gyu is fast to respond, âokay beomie says pink so I think we have to try that one next,â and gyu doesn't know what happens to him when he sees you wear pink only that he's whimpering with his hand down his sweats picking up his pace as he squeezes his cock. When you bend doing your little wiggle he knows he's the one who sent these to you from your wishlist, that alone makes him cum. His head falls back against the headboard, not caring about the mess anymore when youâre there taking your top off, pushing down on your boobs with your arm to hide giggling about not wanting to wear a bra tonight. Your bare back to the camera as you pull on your new top.Â
By the end of your stream, he was cutting it close to making it out on time to meet up with everyone. But when he got to the bar they had saved him a seat at their booth half taken up with his friends and half taken up with yours.Â
You were half squished between your friend and soobin, feeling claustrophobic amongst the group. soobin and you have an econ class together along with another friend at the table. He had invited the two of you out a couple of times but it was always on a Friday and you always made the most of Friday nights. But he had asked to celebrate the end of the semester pointing out everyone else was going so you agreed wanting to finally get out even if it was only the one time. So far all of his friends were nice, picking up conversation easily and adding everyone in like they had been besties for years. gyu didnât even realize it was you at the table until you lifted your head at yeonjuns loud, âLook who finally made it!âÂ
beomgyu had only just seen you on his screen, putting on lipstick and blowing a kiss to your chat before logging off, he felt like he was hallucinating but he didnât want to get caught staring. He tried to keep his features blank, avoiding spending too much time looking at you when he nodded a short greeting to everyone. he wasn't fully convinced it was you until soobin was introducing your side of the table, âAnd this is gyu,âÂ
your smile was the barest reaction he had ever seen you give, âHi gyu,â so unlike the way you look when you call him beomie. he sat on the other side of soobin as the others continued their conversation. His hands were slick with sweat as he discreetly pulled out his phone pulling up your private chat, he had messaged you after stream like he usually did complimenting you, your sweet reply always going straight to his heart. He typed out a message for you clicking his phone off and letting it sit in his lap as he watched you pick yours up.Â
beomiebear: I hope youâre thinking of me while youâre dressed that pretty tonight donât need you forgetting me.Â
beomgyu was trying not to make it obvious he was watching you as your face lit up typing before clicking your phone off. In his lap, his buzzed and he knew it was you. That little smile gave away more than anything else.Â
you: There is no way I could forget about you when I'm always thinking about you <3
And as much as beomgyu wants to talk to you he's completely scared shitless.Â
He feels like the second you two lock eyes you'll know he knows youâre a cam girl. That you'll feel weird once you know he's watched you get off for what feels like forever. Not even that he just watched but he's gotten off more times than he can count from watching you. that not even two hours ago he was fucking his hand wishing it was you and you had only been changing. He wouldn't be able to take it if you ignored him, stopped answering his messages, and smiled at his user. So he bit his tongue and sat back.
beomgyu didnât think he would have a problem acting normal but when your friend dragged you out onto the dance floor it was almost painful not to watch you. the way your body was moving drawing him in without him noticing he was stuck on you until soobin bumped his shoulder, âjust talk to her,âÂ
âw-what no,â he stumbled, waving away the suggestion, âshe wouldn't- I'm not-â his heart was beating so hard he's sure any more attention brought to him would give him away.Â
âI will if you donât,â gyu gave the deadliest glance, it was the last thing he ever wanted to think about, his friend and you together when it should be him. soobin chuckled, âI'm kidding I like her friend but it proves my point on why you should speak up,âÂ
beomgyu bit the inside of his cheek before muttering, âI'm getting another drink,âÂ
and that's where you found him at the bar. He was checking the time on his phone waiting for his drink when you popped up next to him leaning over the bartop waving over the bartender. Not even noticing he was from your group until the bartender walked right past ignoring you. gyu went stiff, placing his phone face down on the counter when you spoke up, âgyu right?âÂ
âYeah,â he absentmindedly starts to play with the charm on his phone, flicking the lollipop. He knows you've never seen him, that you wouldn't know him in the way he knows you. Every shared glance feels as if you will just know it's him, like his username is written on his forehead that if you paid enough attention would be visible to only you. He could feel a pit in his stomach, a brewing mix of embarrassment and need. If he wasn't worried you would freak out he wanted to get to know you like he would any other girl in the bar. Ask you to dance, get you a drink, flirt until the sun comes up; he wanted you to like him, feel something for him even if it was a fraction of what he felt for you.Â
âhow do you know soobin?â you ask just trying to make conversation as you wait for another bartender to pass.Â
âwe're childhood friends and we roomed together our first year,â he flicks the charm again, looking over at the glasses lining the wall in front of the two of you, missing the way you looked down at what he was messing with.Â
You could feel your heart in your ears at seeing the charm on his phone, the instant realization almost blinding. Your silence is what makes gyu look back at you, both of you looking at eachother like you saw a ghost. The two of you jumped out of your skin when Yeonjun and Kai came up behind gyu to say goodbye.Â
âbeomgyu were leaving,â and if Kai hadn't said his name at that exact moment you could have written it off. Anyone could be beomiebear it didnât have to be gyu but mixed with the phone charm at that exact moment you couldn't have missed it.Â
âo-okay,â beomgyu had to clear his throat to get the words out. the final nail in the coffin was when Yeonjun ruffled gyus hair as a salute not knowing he was leaving the two of you in a puddle of nerves after saying, âBye beomie,âÂ
Even if it's a packed room, the only thing you can see is gyu in front of you. you had always dreaded the day when you would meet a member outside of chat, the possibility so much higher with your face uncovered. Now you were face to face with someone you had proof watched almost every single one of your streams. âso⌠is it going to be really uncomfortable now?âÂ
âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable at all. I wasn't going to say anything,â beomgyu feels like he's rambling, grasping for straws to try to right the situation. You can see the panic on his face, the same face you're re-examining with your new clarity. A deep blush is set across his cheeks, his brows pinched in worry.Â
âno it's okay I'm more shocked than uncomfortable,â you try to laugh it off, finger brushing over the little bear charm. âHappy to put a face to the name, youâre way cuter than I imagined,âÂ
beomgyu could feel warmth all over his body at the compliment, a soft smile showing itself. âyou think?â it was so much better in person to hear you say nice things, to know it was meant for him alone.Â
you give a soft chuckle waving, âDo you want to dance with me? I donât think the bartender cares about us at this point,âÂ
âo-okay,âÂ
beomgyu couldn't believe you were here, the two of you are so close now that beomgyu can smell your perfume, making his cock so much harder remembering your panties pressed to his face, aided now by the way you were grinding back on him. he had a hard time putting his hands on you in the first place, you have to guide him to grab your waist. But as the night went on he was finding it easier and easier to let his hands roam wherever you let him.Â
It felt as if you've known him for so long, everything falling into place as if you've always known each other, like that first stream was a first date and you haven't been apart since. If it had been anyone else you think you would have gone straight home and locked yourself away, with beomiebear, with beomgyu, you felt as if you could lock the two of you in a room and never leave. Because even if he had been behind the screen he still had picked up on the way you liked things.Â
You turned wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to your mouth, âit's getting late,âÂ
âI donât wanna go,â he confessed not caring if you could feel his erection pressed against you, he wanted to stay with you not see you go.Â
âYou donât want to go home with me?â if you could push yourself any closer you would just to make your point, âBecause something tells me you really do,âÂ
beomgyus mouth is dry, trying and failing to come up with words that won't seem too needy because all he wants to do is beg. he would have you right here if he could, right in the back of the uber you called to pick the two of you up. He's never been so nervous to be with anyone before, even his first time he was less needy and more confident. What breaks him is when you get to your apartment, when you push open the door to your spare room and he sees that pink bed from your background, moody lights and all. He moans at the thought of all the times he's seen you spread out on those very pillows with your hand between your thighs. The white skirt and panties you didnât wear were still on the floor. âare you really wearing the panties I picked out?â his voice was caught in his throat, not at all how he wanted it to come off. But you just smile from the doorway, no one has ever been in here with you before and it gives you butterflies.
âWhy donât you find out for yourself?â you ask, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck.Â
He's slow to kiss you, the soft tentative nature of his kiss unlike how you thought he would be. He was being so gentle, taking his time with you, exploring the way you two fit together. His hands at your waist pulling you into him, kissing you breathless. beomgyu could make out with you forever, making every effort to know you inside and out. one hand sliding down the curve of your ass, pushing your shirt up until he was feeling the lace of your panties, groaning into your kiss. âdo you-,â he canât even pull himself away from you, pressing himself closer, coming back to your mouth like it was the source, âdo you think-â
you have to pull away giggling. âit's okay beomgyu I'll still kiss you after you ask your question,â he's nodding like he understands, nose brushing against yours as he tries to latch back onto your mouth.Â
âDo you think I could watch you?â those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, âplease,â
âonly if I get to see what it looks like on the other side of the screen,â you reach down to cup him over his jeans, âit's only fair,â beomgyu has never been so noisy in his life, whimpering as you feel him up, wanting to thrust into the air when you pull away. âDo you want me to use a toy?âÂ
he's nodding his head watching you pull open your closet door, the drawer you pull open overstocked with everything he's ever seen you use in a stream, even things he hasn't seen you use yet. He's almost a little shocked at the sight of all the options to choose from, mind filtering through every reaction he can remember you having with each one, needing to see your lashes flutter. It's when he sees the wand toy from the first stream he attended that he knows there was never another option for him.Â
beomgyu sits on your vanity chair, leaning back against the cushion to get the perfect angle to watch you. The nerves were new for you, even the first few streams you had done you had been able to overlook the feeling because you were just alone in the room and no one really watched. Now you were actively being seen because even if the chat was running it was almost always positive comments that boosted your ego. Even other partners hadn't stepped into the space and maybe that's what was making it worse, you didnât want to disappoint, but as you laid back on the pillows all stacked up to keep you slightly upright and looked at beomgyu it all faded away. He was watching you like he was seconds away from devouring you, that needy crease to his brow, the hem of his shirt rolled up just enough to show off his navel and waistband of his underwear.Â
You lifted your knees to your chest using your arm to help keep them up, the way you were folded made your panties tighten against your cunt, the wet outline making gyus mouth water. He popped the button of his jeans, zipping down the zipper, to give him some release. You clicked on the vibrator, the hum the only sound in the room as you pressed it over your clit. Your reaction was instant, hips jerking and lashes fluttering. You could see the way beomgyus breathing increased, his hand pushed into his pants, lip between his teeth to keep his moans quiet.Â
âI want to hear you,â you gasp, âI need to hear you,âÂ
beomgyu nods adam's apple bobbing, the breathy whimpers taking up all of the space in your mind until he pulls down his pants. His cock is heavy as it slaps against his stomach, beomgyu works fast to take off his shirt not caring where it lands as you focus in on every vein on his shaft. He's already so leaky, all his precum aiding his strokes. The visual of watching his hand working himself drives you insane, your imagination running wild as his hand pumps up and down stopping right at the flared tip, picturing exactly what it would feel like when he pushes into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, the pretty sounds coming from your mouth alone have beomgyu following right after, both of you locking eyes across the room as you try to come down from your high. gyus stomach is covered in streaks of his cum, sliding down with every breath he takes. You click off the wand not wanting to overstimulate yourself letting it fall in the pillows next to you.
Your panties are completely soaked as you push them down, strings of wetness still clinging to the fabric. You toss them over to beomgyu who's eager to catch them, cleaning up the mess he's made only to wrap them around his still-hard cock, letting your combined cum work as more lube for his slow pumps. âYour cock is so pretty beomie, does it put the gift I gave you to good use?âÂ
beomgyus thrusts up into his hand at the nickname, âYes, I-I make sure to give it clitty kisses just like you told me,âÂ
you run your fingers through your slick folds spreading your legs wider to give him a better view, âare you going to give me clitty kisses before you fuck me?â beomgyu has to pull his hand away from himself before he came again at the question. He had dreamed of tasting you; getting lost between your thighs. He dropped your panties making his way to kneel in front of you on the bed. You still had your shirt and skirt on and he helped take both of them off before hooking your knees over his shoulders. As much as he has seen your pussy on screen nothing beats in person, your swollen clit covered in your slick, his head framed by your thighs. beomgyu is licking his lips as you brush your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands behind his ears, his eyes flickering up to yours as he wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still. âhow is it that you look this edible?â
you roll your hips, the heels of your feet pushing into his back, âjust get to eating me,âÂ
his lips ghost over your clit, your whimper drawing him closer, soft kisses dusting over every part of your pussy. You have to tighten your hold on his hair, pushing him to your clit to get him to move past all his teasing. beomgyu moans at the taste of you, the vibrations aiding his work on your clit. If he could spend the rest of the night between your legs overstimulating you he would. Every sound and movement in reaction to the way he's making you feel fuling him on. He's messy as he buries his face into you, all of your wetness gathered on his tongue as he circles your bundle of nerves, sucking deeply making you roll your head back. Your second orgasm is blinding as he presses two fingers into you, the pressure making you see spots, legs closing in around his ears.Â
When beomgyu pulls away your legs feel weak when they rest back on the bed. He kisses up your stomach, loving your uneven breathing as you try to come back to reality. His mouth is all over you, tongue trialing your skin before he finds your nipples. Taking his time with each he lightly tugs them between his teeth, sucking along the delicate flesh leaving marks up and down your body. beomgyus thinking about seeing all the hickeys he's leaving on you when you stream, everyone knowing someone had their mouth on you. The thought alone has him humping into the mattress, your giggles waking him up as you run your thumb over his cheek, âwho knew beomiebear would be so needy,âÂ
âonly for you,â he confesses kissing your extended wrist, âplease let me fuck you, please,âÂ
you donât hesitate to let your legs fall open wider as an invitation beomgyus cock already pressed against your thigh, sticky still from earlier. âyou donât need to beg,âÂ
you help him guide himself to your entrance, mushroom tip pressing in enough to make you shiver, mouth opening in a silent moan at the feeling. beomgyu canât contain his noises, eyes glued to where the two of you are connected. He pushed in further the sight of him disappearing into your cunt like a beacon he wonât look away from. He doesnât look up to see your face until he gives one last thrust to fully knock his pelvis to yours. Your head is rolled back with that hazy fucked out expression and heâs hardly done anything at all. he rolls his hips back before pushing all the way back in your whimper tearing him apart. âyou feel so fucking good,âÂ
beomgyu sits back on his heels dragging you with him, hands holding your hips as your back arches. The angle pushing him right against your gspot, your feet digging Into the mattress as gyu frantically picks up his pace. He guides your body down on his cock, every thrust making your boobs bounce. beomgyu is lost in the feeling, desperate whimpers escaping him, veins in his hands and arms bulging from his hold on you.Â
âbeomie,â the name slipping so easily, the whine making beomgyu feel like any second he would cum especially when you felt this warm, this wet. He was using you like his own personal cock sleeve focused solely on getting his cum as deep as possible into you.Â
Blindly you reached out next to you for the vibrator, finding it and turning it on pressing it to your clit. beomgyu can feel his orgasm building aided by the way youâre squeezing him. Sloppily thrusting he feels the tightness in his balls, he presses as close as he can get himself to you.Â
The fucked out expression on his face as his hot cum spills inside you triggers your orgasm, the wand pressed to your clit also pressed to the base of his cock overstimulating the both of you. You go to move it but beomgyuâs hand shoots out holding the vibrator in place watching the way your body convulses. Thighs trying to close in around him, your cries loud enough you know youâll get a noise complaint. But beomgyuâs cock is still pulsing your body milking him in a way no one ever has before.Â
Itâs only when he sees the tears in your eyes that he pulls the wand away, switching it off and laying himself onto you. His mouth is on your neck, hammering pulse pressed to his lips as he gives you slow soft thrusts making sure youâre stuffed full of his cum.Â
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers curling in the sweaty strands of hair at the base of his neck. Both of you catch your breath slowly coming back to yourselves.Â
When he pulls out you feel the overwhelming gush of your combined cum slipping out and down to puddle on the mattress. beomgyu sat back watching in amazement. âIâve always wanted to see what your pussy would look like after i was done with it,â two fingers scooping up anything he could to stuff it right back in.
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Aaron hotchner x (fem)reader
(could be read as gn reader but aaron calls reader princess if you're fine with that)
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warnings: fluff /slight angst but also a lil suggestive! so minors dni, mentiones of surgery, reader is high on anesthesia, secret relationship, lmk if i forgot something
Summary: After undergoing surgery, you wake up to find Hotch by your sideâand under the influence of anesthesia, you accidentally let some unfiltered, unholy thoughts slip
wc: 1.7k it's a small one srry
A/n: i was actually planning on writing some crazy naughty stuff but i couldn't bring myself to ruin the sweet moment so. Edit: this was an ask from a friend :))
The world was a haze of muted colors and soft lights as your eyes fluttered open. Everything felt⌠heavy, yet oddly light at the same time. The last thing you remembered was the searing pain, the sound of shouts around you, and the warmth of Aaronâs hand gripping yours as you were rushed into surgery. Your head was spinning, and the sterile smell of the hospital filled your senses, reminding you that you were safe now. But that comforting thought wasnât fully real until your eyes found him.
Aaron was there, sitting at the edge of your bed, his normally composed face lined with worry. His dark eyes softened the moment he saw you stir, as though some enormous weight had just lifted off his shoulders. His hand moved, almost instinctively, reaching out just enough to brush against your blanket-covered arm. You knew he was keeping it subtle, keeping his usual public reserve, even though you longed for his touch to be closer. You didnât mind. Just knowing he was there was enough.
âAaronâŚâ you murmured, his name slipping out in a breathy whisper, almost a plea. A sleepy, lopsided smile tugged at your lips as you raised your hand weakly, the gesture an open invitation. And he understood instantly. He moved forward, his hand enveloping yours with a tenderness that, even in your groggy state, sent warmth spreading through you.
âHey,â he said softly, leaning close enough that his familiar scent, clean and comforting, washed over you. âAre you okay?â There was a hitch in his voice, and his gaze searched your face for any sign of lingering pain.
You felt a giggle bubble up, uncharacteristic but unstoppable under the heavy influence of the anesthesia. âYes,â you said, your voice slurred but light with relief. âBut gosh, I really am so horny for you right now.â The words tumbled out, raw and honest, before you even registered what you were saying. It was as if, in this dreamy, half-awake state, you couldnât help but speak exactly what was on your mind.
And for a beat, the world felt perfect.
Then, as your senses sharpened, you became acutely aware of the quietâunnaturally quiet. You blinked, focusing past Aaron, and thatâs when you saw them. The entire BAU team stood around your bed, a collective look of utter shock written across their faces.
JJâs mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of surprise and excitement. Beside her, Morgan was strugglingâand failingâto hide a grin, while Garcia looked as though sheâd just stumbled onto the juiciest secret of the decade. Reid was there, too, his head tilted in deep thought, clearly recalculating every recent interaction between you and Aaron. Emily was one of the first to piece things together, thanks to her observant nature and razor-sharp intuition, and her expression quickly shifted from mild surprise to amusement.
Embarrassment surged through you, but Aaron didnât let go of your hand. His grip was steady, grounding, and as you looked up at him, his expression remained calm, even gently amused. You caught the faintest hint of a smile as he glanced down at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges in that rare, quiet way that he reserved just for you.
Morgan was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat and crossing his arms with a sly grin. âSo⌠looks like thereâs a little something we missed here?â
Your cheeks flushed, but Aaron gave your hand an encouraging squeeze, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your knuckles. He wasnât going to leave you to face this alone. You took a deep breath, glancing at each member of your team, your family, before you spoke.
âGuess⌠the secretâs out,â you said, your voice still a bit wobbly from the anesthesia but carrying a hint of humor.
âOh my God,â Garcia burst out, clapping her hands together with a gleeful little jump. âThis is the best plot twist of all time! I knew something was going on! Didnât I say something was going on?â
JJ let out a little laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. âYou two⌠Really?â
Aaron, ever composed, only smiled, his face calm as he finally addressed the team. âYes,â he said simply, his deep voice carrying just a hint of pride. âWeâve⌠kept it quiet for a while.â
âQuiet?!â Garciaâs eyes were practically shining. âThis is FBI-level stealth, boss man!â
Emily cleared her throat, causing everyone to pause and look her way. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice teasing but not unkind. "Hotch, I never would have pegged you for a rule-bender. But hey, Iâm impressed.â
Reid, still analyzing the situation, gave a little nod, murmuring as he looked back and forth between you both, âI suppose that does explain the slight change in body language Iâve observed between you two over the last few monthsâŚâ
Aaron raised an eyebrow, a subtle, almost playful challenge directed at Reid. âNothing gets past you, does it?â
Reidâs cheeks turned pink, and he adjusted his glasses. âWell, um⌠no,â he replied, with a sheepish little smile.
Morgan crossed his arms and chuckled, nudging JJ with his elbow. âMan, Hotch, I never thought Iâd see the day! But you know what? Iâm happy for you both. Really.â His grin was genuine, the teasing look in his eyes replaced by one of warmth and respect.
With the laughter and light-hearted jabs filling the room, the awkwardness melted away. The anesthesia-induced embarrassment faded, replaced by a sense of belonging, of trust. This teamâyour familyâwas nothing but supportive, and you felt a profound sense of relief and gratitude that they knew now.
Finally, you turned back to Aaron, who had never let go of your hand through it all. His gaze was soft, a glint of humor still in his eyes as he leaned down just slightly, murmuring so only you could hear, âGuess weâll have to get used to a little less privacy.â
You smiled up at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. âI think I can live with that.â
âAlright,â he said, his voice as steady as ever, though a hint of relief softened his tone. âI think itâs time for everyone to let the patient get some rest.â
The team murmured their goodbyes, each leaving their own quirky remarks. JJ gave you a warm smile, mouthing âweâll talk later,â while Garcia blew you a playful kiss, winking at you and Aaron as she left.
But Morgan lingered a little longer, crossing his arms and giving Aaron a mischievous grin. âTake it easy in here, Hotch,â he said with a laugh, then pointed a finger at him. âAnd behave, alright?â
You couldnât help but laugh, the anesthesia still making your giggles sound a bit loopy. Morgan winked at you before finally heading out, and with that, the room fell silent, leaving just you and Aaron.
The laughter faded, and the quiet settled around you both. Aaron still held your hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your palm. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his gaze softened, his brow still creased with the worry he hadnât quite shaken. He let out a long, shaky breath, his thumb pausing as he looked down at you.
âYou scared me,â he admitted quietly, his voice a low murmur. âWhen I saw you go downâŚâ His jaw tightened, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if replaying that moment was too painful. âI felt like I couldnât breathe.â
Your heart twisted at the vulnerability in his voice. Youâd never seen him like thisâHotch, the stoic, unshakeable leader, allowing himself to show this depth of emotion. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, your fingers weak but wanting to comfort him in any way you could.
âIâm right here, Aaron,â you said, your voice a little hoarse but filled with as much warmth as you could muster. âIâm not going anywhere.â
He looked back at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a small, relieved smile. Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if grounding himself in the fact that you were safe and alive.
Then, unable to resist, he moved lower, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was tender, slow, filled with all the things he couldnât say. When he finally pulled back, his hand still cradling yours, he looked at you with an expression so full of love and relief that it made your heart skip a beat.
You smiled up at him, feeling a little cheeky despite everything. âOkay,â you whispered, your voice soft but playful. âNow you need to fix it.â
Aaronâs brows rose slightly, and a hint of a smirk crossed his face as he realized exactly what you meant. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. âWhen youâre better, Iâll treat you like the best pillow princess that you are.â
A laugh bubbled up, and you reached up to lightly tap his arm, both touched and amused. âYouâd better keep that promise, Hotchner.â
He chuckled, his own tension easing a little as he looked at you, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. âI donât make promises lightly. You know that.â
And in that moment, as you lay there under his warm gaze, you felt the absolute certainty that you were cherished, protected, and loved in a way you never imagined.
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Nephite when an other follower/ omega tryed to get with us?
yandere omega cultist nephite
cw;; religion, cults, omegaverse, violence
nephite is the least physically violent of the ocs ive posted so far but that doesn't take away from how scary he can be. he's so loyal to the church he has a lot of power for an omega.
y/n: do you know what happened to him?
nephite: he received divine punishment ^.^
y/n: right. i forgot you're crazy again.
nephite can't even breathe when he sees one of the slightly younger omegas flirting with you at a potluck. you're completely unreceptive to the advances of course. but he can't help but hear these words in his ears.
"alphas always prefer young omegas"
right now you were ignoring this harlot but for how long? how long before he became old and undesirable? nephite chewed his thumb nail until he broke the skin, only actually stopping because his mother pulled his hand away. she scolded him gently as she cleaned up his booboo but he couldn't look at her, he couldn't hear her. his sister noticed and teased him a little for getting so worked up over a random omega.
they were right. it was silly. he stuffed it down but he still spent the whole night attached to your hip.
it was fine.
but that omega didn't stop. if you left the house that omega would come find you and immediately start talking to you. his hands would press against your chest, his arms would wrap around one of your own, he would lean his body into you every chance he got. nephite's usually bright eyes would go dead the moment he saw the younger omega. what was he supposed to say? that filth never did it when he was right next to you, always waiting for you to be alone. and its not like it got more suggestive than just flirting. but it was driving nephite insane.
one day nephite was holding a sacred texts study group for omegas at your home. he had been so excited to be the host for this meeting, he spent the whole day making snacks for it! only to find, to his horror, that omega also arrived. you had decided to stay out of the living room while his group was going on but that just meant that horrible harlot could really get you alone! nephite had tried so hard to watch him like a hawk but he'd also gotten too into the discussion with the others. he never even realized when that omega disappeared from the group.
after everyone left he headed to your shared bedroom, excited to tell you about how it went. his hands pressed the door and his eyes immediately went dead. you were sitting on the bed with that omega, just talking. you had been showing him a book you'd been reading recently. his hand was on your knee. his shirt was unbuttoned. nephite felt dizzy, delirious with all the dark emotions bubbling in his stomach. he thought about killing that harlot right here, cutting off the filthy hands that dared to touch you.
you snapped him out of it, asking if group was over and then saying that harlot should leave. you escorted him to the door like a real gentleman. you asked him what was bothering him, if his group had gone poorly. nephite had practically tackled you into the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your chest. he cried well into the night about all his insecurities and worries about you leaving him. and with every tear there was your reassuring hand in his hair, soothing him gently.
but that wasn't enough. the next day he went to confession with a pair of his frilly underwear stuffed in his pocket. he told the pastor the truth. mostly. he exaggerated the amount of adultery that harlot had really done so far. the pastor seemed to know he was being lied to but he trusted that nephite would only be bringing someone to his attention if they were a filthy sinner. the frilly underwear were icing on the cake. he told the pastor that he found them in the sinner's home along with a plan to seduce you.
they made a big show of dragging that sinner through the compound. wherever he was going he would never be coming back from. he caught nephite's eyes as he was dragged crying and screaming through the street. nephite held your arm tighter a wicked smile on his face just long enough for that foolish sinner to catch.
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