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iâm listening to this beautiful edit of mizisua + ivantill cure together and it made me realize how gently sua and mizi are singing in comparison to ivantill. they never had to shout to make their love known, because it was always requited. ivan and till have to shout at eachother in the final chorus because their feelings for eachother will always be unrequited.
#IM GONNA BE SO SICK#sorry gang i love ivantillâŠbut i donât think till ever felt the same about ivan#ivan desperately wanted cure to be a proper duet#ivan wanted what mizi and sua had in my clematis SO BADLY#the fact that mizisua cure is an actual duet like ivan wish he had with till MAKES ME SO ILL#and donât get me started on the cover art#the way mizi and sua gently caress eachother because they never had to be forced to look at eachother#they were always in eachothers gaze#I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE#alien stage#alnst#đŠąđž thoughts !!#ivantill#alien stage till#alnst till#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#alnst mizi#alnst sua#mizisua#alien stage mizi#alien stage sua
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Hello, how about a part 2 of being Sevika's boss maybe when they got together or something like that thankyouuu and i love all of your ficss thank you making them hehe
Sevika's Boss ê© part 2
hi anon, sevikas boss fanfic got a lot of love a while ago so im happy to write part 2 !! let me know if you enjoyed i threw in some misunderstandings for fun here..maybe kind of angst?? its okay tho you make up very quickly PART 1 , masterlist
You and Sevika hung around eachother a lot, I mean that was normal right? She is your second in command afterall.
Personally, you didn't see a problem with it, and nor did Sevika.
She had grown accustomed to your presence and didn't mind all your small, loving touches and annoying jokes.
And yes, sometimes she went a little overboard for you, like what kind of subordinate stays at their bosses house to tend to them whilst they are injured? Or goes out for drinks every weekend? But maybe your relationship was starting to exceed the bounds of boss and employee.
She has definitely warmed up to you more than she did with Silco. She thinks it was your charming personality, or cute outfits, your smile...
Some people might say you sitting in Sevikas lap while you fixed up her arm might be indecency in the workplace, but you found it to be a simple and innocent task.
But this begs the question, what exactly is your relationship?
This is also a question Jinx was starting to ask herself.
"So uh...whats with you and Sevika?" Jinx asked in an almost singsongy voice.
She flipped her gun around in her hand haphazardly while she was sprawled out on your (Silcos) desk.
"What do you mean whats with us..?" You shook your head, mimicking her movements with your pen.
"I meaaan, you guys act like a married couple or something!" She threw her two hands in the air with a 'duh' kind of look plastered on her face.
You pushed one of her braids to the side to pull out a paper from under it. One of Sevikas reports from a recent trip. Her handwriting was an imperfect cursive. Sighing, you put your face in your hand while you held the paper, staring at it diligently.
Jinx looked at you quizically at your lack of an answer. She sharply pushes the paper down with the tip of her gun, "Hey, are youâ Oh," She let out a nasally laugh at the paper, "Damn, you got it bad, huh, toots?"
"What? I have what bad?" You slid the paper away and tilted your head at her.
The blue-haired girl sat up and rested a spindly arm on her knee, "You're so in L word with her." She snickered at you.
"Im inâ" Your face flushed at your realization. "I am not in 'L word' with her." You raised your hands to do finger quotes around 'L word.'
"Hmmmm, are you sure?" She teased, putting her gun to her chin and looking up in mock thought "I mean, you practically cling to her, you always walk home with her, and plus you talk about her all the timeâ hell! You talk to her all the time."
You stared at Jinx, now zoning out in thought. What were you supposed to tell Sevika? Does Sevika even think the same way about you? Would that relationship even be appropriate?
"You know what?" You stood up and pointed in Jinx' face, "Im going to do itâ"
She attempted to cut you off with a meek,
"Sevikasâ"
"Im going to tell her I love her," You continued, Jinx' half attempt to save your ass fell on deaf ears.
You looked up, finger still in the girls face to make eye contact with a very familiar set of grey eyes. Fuck.
Sevikas gaze faltered, and she cleared her throat, bringing a fist to her mouth, "Um. I came to ask you if you wanted to grab a drink, but it seems like you have better plans."
Holy shit. She didn't know it was about her. Is that good or bad? You only felt a few seconds of relief before Sevika just turned around and walked out. That was bad.
Jinx whistled, still under the pressure of your pointing finger, "You have some explaining to do."
You fumbled over your words before pushing Jinx' forehead back with your finger. "Ughh.. This is your fault."
You drooped back down into the large chair, putting your head in your hand and heaving a sigh.
"Just go tell her while you still have a chance. She's probably going to be moping around the Last Drop," Jinx got up from her spot on the desk, and some papers fell with her.
"That's my queue to leave, though," She hopped out of the office with a little too much energy, probably on her way to cause more mischief.
You sighed and packed up your stuff, picking up stray papers and shoving them into a random drawer on your desk.
Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you pushed open the double doors to your office. It was time to go to the last drop.
poor sevika
Your entrance was signified with the ding of a bell atop the door. Music was playing loudly, and people were swarmed around the bar. Your eyes scanned the nearest areas for Sevika, but as you figures she was nowhere in sight.
She was most definitely in her usual gambling spot. You didn't want to approach her while she was in the middle of a game, so you waited at a nearby table, making sure to stay out of her sight.
You could hear the groans of the men at her table, most definitely losing. Chuckling at this, you watched as a waiter came up to your table asking for your order.
You just asked for a simple whiskey sour, hanging your bag on the back of your chair.
Several minutes (and a few drinks later), you felt someone's eyes on the back of your head. Turning around, you, once again, were met with steely grey eyes. Sevika stood near behind you with her arms crossed. The game had finished.
"You get rejected or something." She deadpanned.
"Noâwell.. not yet." You turned around in your chair to face her, the metal back of the chair was now settled between your legs.
You held what you thought was your sixth whiskey sour in between your fingers, chin resting on the top of the chair back.
She scoffed at this, turning her head to avoid eye contact. You could have sworn a small blush coated her cheeks. But her frown made you think otherwise, her large forearms tensed before she spoke.
"Oh, so you're waiting for her here."
How cruel of you to profess your love to someone in the place you knew Sevika would be. You probably wanted her to see it, right?
"Yeah, shes already here." You said, still staring at her side profile, tracing the scar on her cheek with your eyes.
The neon lights illuminated her face and brought out every curve and angle. But your thoughts were interrupted by her stern and almost angry voice.
"I should leave then," she started to walk away, but you reached out quickly.
(I dont know why you would do that when she wasn't even in arms length to begin with.) You started to fall forward, you let out a small yelp and held onto the chair, your drink falling onto the ground. You awaited impact, but it never came.
Instead, you were met with strong arms holding the back of your chair up. Sevika was bent over slightly, both mechanical arm and human arm on the metal of the chair. And for the third time, you made eye contact with now very close grey eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed in shock or frustration- you couldn't tell.
Without another thought, you grabbed her by the collar and pulled her lips into yours. At first, she tried to pull away but eventually melted into the heat of the kiss. She sat your chair back up on four legs, and her elbows lean on the top of the chair, encircling you.
Almost as soon and she relented she pulled away, "What the hell are you doing," She rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of a large hand.
Her lips were still puffy from the kiss, but almost more downturned than before. When you didn't respond she offered a question, "Are you drunk?"
Your lopsided grin told her all she needed to know. She knew she needed to take you home, but she was going to do so reluctantly. Afterall you were going to become someone else's girl, couldn't have her hands all over you like she usually did.
She grabbed you (almost roughly) by the arms and pulled you out of the chair, "How are you going to profess your love now?" She scoffed.
"I just did, was that not enough?" Your words were slurred and you helped her by stepping up with heavy legs.
She furrowed her brows until she came to a not-so-shocking realization. Cursing under her breath she smirked at you. You could almost see the relief wash over her face.
Her thick arm held you by your upper torso as she almost carried you to the doors. She sighed at your stupidness, why not just tell her right away, then you wouldn't have to have gone through all the trouble.
She eyed your glossed over eyes, shaking her head at the dumb smirk that held its place on your face. She could feel the quiver of your body against the cold night wind.
At that she lifted you into her arms, covering you with her cloak. You looked up at her with wide eyes, burying your face in the material. God she wanted to kiss you so bad. But she'd save that for the awkward talk in the morning.
thank you for reading ! yes i see your asks all your fics are on the way I swear !!!! much love
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STARCROSSED PT2 +à©â©â§âË LOGAN HOWLETT.
logan and y/n â where you are completely in love with a man older then youâre father by a good century or so.. whose completely in love with another.
- content warning age gap (is legal) drinking. explicit. swearing. dirty humour. comfort (an ounce). drugs. nsfw. sick. body issues. sh. angst.. maybe happy endings?! pairings: older!logan howlett x xaiver!reader. logan howlett x jean grey.
spoiler: insane yearning and angst iâm sorry im too far gone âčïž happy ? where.
note this is part two to starcrossed, prepare for even heavier angst!đ«¶đ» i didnât realise how sad this was until i finished the chapter and realised holy shit this is long. part three is already in the works. i hope u enjoy it! make sure to read pt1. itâs a bit diff from the first one but i hope u like it still. also if youâve seen the movie ten things i hate about u the mid bit of this might remind u of that one scene if u get me :) song: need you now by lady a cos i was listening to it and jeff buckley whilst reading this? also on the timeline im going for like xmen 2 time i think?
tags â @faceache111 @malfoys-demigod @navs-bhat @dilfismz @thisbipuff-isaswiftie @twinky-wink @thewiselionessss @thecraziestcrayon @awhoreforalotofshows @emily-b @jae48 @cxptainbuck @444st4rg1rl đ«¶đ»
[i hope you like it!!]
youâd absolutely love to believe that what you heard last night wasnât what happened but as your mind goes over the previous night as you fought yourself to stay awake during your fathers little class your brain couldnât forget the continuous moans and little yells that you heard from a few rooms across from your own at the mansion for a good hour or two last night. you canât help but figure out that logan most certainly found jean and just thinking about it made you feel sick. scott being the main thing on your brain after you got over the fact logan most definitely fucked jean last night.
she was a cheater. what else could you expect? your thoughts swirling in your brain causing an indescribable amount of heart ache as you kept yourself completely quiet and withdrawn from whatever was going on in this lesson, rogue clearly being able to tell you were off as she glanced at bobby giving him a look you picked up on â him shrugging his shoulders in return as you cursed your sadness for being so obvious.
just the thought of jean and logan staring at eachother hurt you but her touching him, his hands over her skin, her lips on his, his mind only on her in that moment and his gaze locked into hers as she let him take her yet again enraged you to another level it was a struggle not to jump into his mind and find out exactly what happened but you couldnât, you wouldnât. your brain fighting with your heart in every way as you felt sick with all those pictures of the scenario you were forming for yourself.
so from that knowledge as you sat in class you knew you needed to stop liking him for good. he didnât like you, he was throwing it in your face. you heard it all and it hurt you too much to bare. you didnât even wanna look at him â that single thought of contact sending you crazy. you couldnât even bring yourself to see him today. you didnât want too, you couldnât. seeing jean as you passed through the kitchen earlier was enough to make you nearly cry and immediately stop that tiny breakfast you had made.
you really couldnât deal with this. one bit. you never did well with emotional pain â physical was something you could endure, yet emotional was always something you couldnât stomach ever since you were a little girl.
+à©â©â§âË
you'd been avoiding him like the plague. literally. whenever you saw him at the end of the halls you'd turn the other away, force a little smile and act like you had somewhere to go if you were in conversation and it had been like that for two weeks. two weeks had passed since one of your normal conversations, the friendly chats you admired in your brain and made out to be more, the little touches he'd give you that you couldn't comprehend was only a friend thing to do, the way he'd hug you.. the deep conversations, the way he'd sometimes kiss your forehead before you left for bed, watching the rain together and just joking together all something you had put in the past. that had been gone for two weeks and to say it was breaking you would be an understatement.
you could tell others has noticed the practical borderline dissociation within you since you had been a little mute recently not that it was specially due to logan (it completely all was) but you didn't want it to be obvious, you hated that it could be perceived that way so you knew you had to do something about it. who knew heartache for one that didn't love you back could destroy you this badly from the inside out?
.. and today was no different on the logan front. you saw him once today in the halls ushering something to hank â the two in bustling conversation and you made sure not to risk it by going to class, to upset over it all to deal with another short horrible conversation where you were nothing but cold to him as you tried to cut down any romantic feelings you had for him. every time you spoke now you could see the confusion and frustration in his eyes, the mental image to much to bare as you went on hiding in your room and pondering and thatâs where you had been since â buried in clothing choices as you tried to stomach down the anxiety that had been growing in you over the fact it was jeans birthday party today and you would have to make an appearance after you had been a hermit since youâd got your heart broken by a guy that didnât even know. rogue and bobby being the only two people you had really spoke too since the shut down yet their concern had been growing annoying as rogue clearly told bobby about the little crush she couldâve guessed, and got out of you when the two of you were high together a few months ago, you had on logan. bobby actually giving you little options of guys you could date to get over someone which was all you needed to hear when you realised rogue had told him as he literally mentioned hank who they knew you recently hiked with since he had been bothering you over your melancholy, yet you had left before it was a full fledge little argument.
just the thought of having to socialise with him and the others and step out of the hole youâd built for yourself to hide in irritated you especially for jean of all peopleâs party, your âsmidgeâ of hatred for the woman who had really been rude to you since sheâd known you not because of logan, because god on that front she wins and it feels like sheâs married to him despite her ties to scott, but on the power front. she knew you had powers incomparable to hers that you hardly even showcased magneto being someone who taught you many things when you were younger, your own parents being raven and charles. of course you had powers which were indescribable.
and most of the time you wanted to use it on that bitch. you were lucky she couldnât get into your twisted mind to find that fact out.
you let out a little sigh as you decided on the black mini skirt and sweater â you finally having an excuse for the fall outfit and lack of dress because it was october which has always been your favourite season and best time of year yet this year that didnât apply because you havenât been hardly able to enjoy it because of isolation youâd forced yourself into.
y/n had to swallow her own self pity down as she leaned over to her perfume bottle on the drawer next to her mirror as she took in the image of her body in the skirt. her shrinking body, a scoff leaving her lips as she wasnât happy with what she saw in the reflection. she never could be. the aroma of the perfume not masking her feelings at all as she put on some dc martens paired with black tights. the perfect little outfit yet she was sure jean would be outshining her on that front. god she didnât even wanna imagine loganâs eyes being locked onto jean tonight, the heart ache already unbearable to comprehend as she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. that aching feeling hadnât gone away since the start of knowing logan the way she did, maybe that was a sign from the people above about how destined it was.. or how not it was.
these muddled thoughts led her too some early drinking as if she wouldnât be getting shitfaced later. pregaming alone which is a bit self pity full as she swallowed the burning liquor down her throat, the whiskey hitting her softly and slowly enough to give her the confidence to leave her room twenty minutes later for this party.
+à©â©â§âË
the decorations were perfect, the present corner was overflowing and the students and people were everywhere. jean being clearly the popular girl from the looks of this party, as if y/n already didnât know that, as the blasting music just made her more aware of the scenario she was in as she fought the urge to look around the room for logan as she went straight over to the bar that had been made. the party was the perfect one a girl, woman, could ask for and y/n could feel the jealously bubbling already that she bit down as she forced a friendly smile to join her lips.
walking through the dancing groups of people, there hardly even being any spaces to walk unless you wanted to bump into a coked up or insanely drunk teenager or wade. who she was lucky to get past without having to talk to yet, no matter how much she did like and enjoy his company she couldnât deal with his jokes right now which she could guess whoâd theyâd be centered around, she knew he knew to some extent she was just lucky he hadnât out rightly said it. that would be too much pity for her to deal with, that coming from wade being another level of pathetic.
the second she leant against the bar she managed to grab the busy barmaids attention giving her a soft nod and polite smile as she didnât notice the figure beside her as she asked for a coke and vodka.
âthank god youâre showing your face â i thought i was going to have to clone you to get a good conversation.â hank rolled out his tipsiness showing as he pulled y/n into a tight hug when he was sat down on the stool. y/n letting out a low chuckle as she hugged him back nicely, his presence being a little surprise she tried not to seem so bothered about.
âhiya hank.â y/n said softly as the barmaid came over with her drink, placing it next to her. âthanks.â y/n nodded out as hank placed his hand on the stool next to him as she immediately grabbed it and took a swig.
âcome! sit.â he ushered in with a drunken smile on his face, a bright one as usual, as he patted the bar stool next to him inviting her to sit and before y/n could even speak up in reply as she slid down on the stool hank bit in.
âwhere the hell have you been?â he abruptly said bluntly, putting a little look on his face off one thatâs pissed off as y/n felt the guilt rush through her as she wrapped her fingers around the glass drowning her truth in the drink as she took a big sip off the liquor acting as if that didnât taste appalling as she shrugged her shoulders at hanks obvious question which has an obvious answer to that sheâd play off as a stupid claim if questioned about it.
ââiâve been busy! controlling powersâ small missions, and that.â y/n lied out.
hank furrowed his eyebrows at his words, giving her a knowing look before he shook his head swiftly at what she said. seeing right through her little lie he truly knew nothing much about what the truth was or not as he took a little sip of his beer.
âi know you but iâm not pushing itâ rather you bite of loganâs heads rather then mine.â hank said out lowly as y/nâs eyebrows furrowed at his comment as a look of confusion spread over her face at the mention of him but before she could question hank on it she was met with two hands around her waist, pulling her tightly back purposely.
âhello pretty little liars, youâre aria?â wade said loudly into her ear his drunkenness obvious as y/n scoffed, him clearly stating that because her outfit choice as he squeezed her even tighter y/nâs eyes rolling as she elbowed him playfully back as his hands on her faltered as he playfully shoved her back.
ââelsa! you made it snow yet?â y/n said back to him as she was met with the sound of his laughter as he pulled on the stool next to y/n, making the guy who was sat on it mutter a curse before wade sent him a glare and then went speed walking away clearly a boy as young as fourteen or thirteen who just got the shit scared out him for, wadeâs harsh look as he sqt down on the stool as he met y/nâs gaze.
âyou know i have honey.â he nodded out with a smirk as hank leaned into the twos space.
âshots anyone?â hank rolled out, fixing his glasses as wade enthusiastically said a quick yes, y/n adding to the fire. ââvery much needed.â y/n drove out as wade sent her a little look of knowing yet he held back the urge to call her out on it. he was being a âgoodâ friend in his eyes anyway, he didnât wanna hear her say things about logan when he knew a few things himself on how the other party felt.
hank calling the barmaid over as wade pulled y/nâs stool closer to his that knowing look still present on his face as he played with the knowledge he had a bit just in a little playful way.
âyou seen the birthday girl yet?..gave her a gift?â wade said sarcastically knowing the two didnât really see eye to eye on a LOT of things as y/n gave him a little glare, him having been present for many of their little disagreements.
âluckily i havenât, as iâve brung nothing.â y/n rumbled back as wade nudged her playfully with her words as hank grabbed the tray of shots from the barmaidâ y/nâs eyes widening once she saw how many shots he had ordered. âfifteen?â y/n broke out with a raised eyebrow as hank chuckled as he took one, downing it straight away before grabbing another as wade spoke up cockily.
âwhoâs pants are you trying to get into?â wade rolled out, his voice sly as he grabbed two for himself as y/n leaned over and took one ready to get shitfaced, maybe thatâd stop her mind from falling back onto logan every other second her longing heart internally hating this situation more and more as she yearned to see him but she bit back the urge to even look around for him. halting that urge by taking a shot.
âpreferably anyone with a pulse and no dick between their legs.â hank said right as y/n took another shot, her nearly choking on the burning liquid which was a horrible mix of vodka and god knows what.
âi can tuck.â wade said lowly as this made it worse, y/n nudging wade, shaking her head as she held back her laugh as she swallowed the shot she just took. âdisgusting!â she rolled out as she took another, downing it before placing the shot down on the table.
âah! sweeties jealous.â wade spoke up sarcastically with that all familiar cocky smile on his face with that teasing glint in his eyes as he handed another shot y/nâs way as she took it gracefully as they all cheersed their glasses together. that being just one of the about eight times they did that within the next thirty to sixty minutes as y/n bit back her thoughts with copious amounts of shots and soon enough they had gone through a good four or so tray off shots and a few drinks each.
every passing minute y/n felt her mind get closer and closer to the edge as every time she felt that aching feeling grow sheâd swallow it back with another sip of liquor or large shot â wades jokes passing the time and hanks yapping and her own occasional drunken chime in making her mind a mess as hank got another row of shots.
the songs and wade and hankâs voices becoming a blur in y/nâs mind as she swallowed nothing but the truth with those shots. every sip feeling like more heartache she couldnât stop having.
+à©â©â§âË
y/n was practically stuck too the bar stool, her eyes scanning the crowd occasionally (by occasionally around five times if not more a minute) as she looked for him. her mind lingering on a certain someone as it always tended to do the liquor just amplifying those feelings as hank spoke up.
âyou knowâ you look like your mum.â
his words caused y/nâs attention to snap over to hank as she raised an eyebrow, wade making a little âooâ in the background even if he couldnât help but agree with his comment as he sipped on the cocktail he had ordered a few drinks previously that had just been laying there on the side. the bartender making a fuck ton of profit from these three miserables.
âvery dead?â y/n said sarcastically as hank gave her a little look â clearly a little annoyed she didnât take the comment seriously as he leaned a little closer to her.
âbeautiful you idiot.â hank added out, his words making her eyebrows furrow a bit as she took in his drunken words as she gave him a little a smile â swallowing the depreciating joke she was close to making as she took a sip of her drink.
âthank you hank.â y/n nodded out calmly as wade butted in.
ââfucking hell, incoming for angry jacob twilight wannabe.â wade cursed out as y/nâs gaze moved over wade following his eyes to where he was looking, her heart feeling as if it was flipping and twisting in her chest as she watched logan walk into the bar games room as she furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of jean following him angrily. her looking perfect as ever.
yet before y/n could think another thought she locked eyes with logan from across the room â their eyes meeting as she felt a weight lift immediately onto her as she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat at just the sight of him. it felt as if time has frozen just as they looked to each other , his eyes taking everything about her in as she did the same his way.
he practically immediately walked over, more like stomped over, as he seemed clearly agitated. more then usual as his eyes dawned onto wade and hank before resting back to y/n as he stopped in his tracks in front of the seated three.
âwho thought getting a teenager shitfaced was a good idea?â logan nearly growled out, giving wade a glare as y/nâs eyes lingered back on jean who saw who he was talking to and turned away her being even more pissed then him, y/n holding the urge to go into her mind and find out why as she brung her gaze onto logan after seeing jean walk off somewhere else in the room, her patience clearly wearing thin. her wanting to make a little childish comment about how she wasnât when wade spoke up.
âgods probably.â wade rolled out in reply as logan scoffed at what he said.
ây/n.â logan said, her eyes meeting his own as she took in his appearance. her eyes lingering on the chain that was wrapped around his neck â one he told her was something jean gave him when he first became an xmen, something he hasnât worn in months, this fact only making her feel a number of horrible thoughts as she grabbed her drink and took a mean swig. swallowing her own building self pity as she forced a fake smile logan immediately knew to be fake.
âhi.â she said swiftly after she put her drink back down on the table â his eyebrow raising a little at her hostility as he looked to wade, hank the back to her.
âuhââ logan spoke up, trying to find the words to say as he looked at her a bit lost for words at how she was acting as he swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat â feeling his frustration rise as he tried to control it, âwhere have you been?â he said lowly, hank raising his eyebrow at how this little conversation seemed weirdly tension filled. wade knew why, he couldâve called her little feelings for him back when she first met the guy but now he couldnât help see how serious it was because off the way she was looking at him and how it was affecting her.
he couldnât even brung himself to but in as he buried himself in his drink. hank doing the same.
âiâve been busy. but iâve been aroundâ i saw you two days ago.â she said quickly, shifting in her seat a little as his eyes almost felt as if they burnt through her.
âyou didnât stay,â he said taking a pause as he looked at her, taking in just how intoxicated she seemed as he tried to analyse it, âlike you uh- normally, do.â
his words touched a nerve on y/n as she felt that all familiar heart ache grow y/n trying to act as if the feeling inside her wasnât killing her right now and ripping her to shreds as she kept her gaze on him, his eyes on her making her think and feel a number of things she hated.
ââhad somewhere to be.â she replied quickly, his eyebrows raising at her bluntness to her reply as he knew something was off. he sensed it, the drunkness only adding to his worry as he went to step closer when he was cut off by a voice behind him.
y/n eyes dawned on the sight off jean, a tight silver dress on showcasing her curves as her red hair flowed down by her side as she looked at logan who hadnât even brung himself to met her gaze yet. y/n immediately being hit with a truck load of insecurities just with a glance to the older women who had the only guy sheâd ever loved wrapped around her finger.
y/nâs heart feeling as if it was stepped on as she kept her gaze on him â time feeling a little slow motion.
âloganânow.â jean said harshly.
âlo- logan.â she said again, y/n not leaving loganâs gaze as he swallowed his own spit as he eventually brung his gaze over to jean.
âloganâ he knows.â she said harshly, her words a little quiet as they were clearly just meant for loganâs ears yet y/n heard them. ânow! come on?â she questioned out frustratedly, saying that to grip his attention as logan looked to jean then back to y/n, wade and hank watching like it was a drama.
the air felt thick with some sort of something as y/n swallows, her eyes on him as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.
âbe careful kid, remember to slow down.â he rolled out before he turned away with jean going right to her side as y/n scoffed as he walked off turning her attention back to the barmaid â not feeling loganâs eyes burning back to her as he took a long glance her way before disappearing off with jean into the party to sort whatever was happening.
y/n rolled her eyes the second she turned her attention back over to the bar as she looked down at the bar table, swallowing her thoughts down with the rest of her vodka as she felt the others eyes on her. they sensed on the tension â it was impossible not too.
âso theyâre fucking again.â hank commented lowly and cluelessly. his words being like a gut punch to y/n as she bit down on her tongue as she called back over the barmaid, leaning over and ordering a couple shots as she sat back down in her seat.
âmm, most definitely.. hell for scott.â wade ushered out lowly, feeling a sense of guilt as he saw the way y/nâs eyes fell as y/n tried to mute out their conversation in the background as she welcomed the shots with open arms as she pulled the tray closer to her as she heard wade and hank whisper behind her as they leant over to gossip about the rumours of jean and scott being over as y/nâs heart felt as if it was plummeting and beating as fast as it ever had with every shot she took. the information she was hearing just making her internal pain grow worse as she tried to drink it away every shot seemingly enhancing her hurt as the metal images she were getting hurt her brain as she felt the urge to do something about it.
her mind full of relentless unlimited thoughts that were screaming at her as she placed the last empty shot glass she had down â the shots helping limit the voices to some extent as the barmaid came over and refilled them without another word most likely sensing her anguish as y/n nodded to her with as much of a smile she could muster up as she thought back to the conversation with logan.
âweâre going to danceâ you coming?â wade spoke to y/n as that brung her out her gaze with the bottom of the shot glass as she shook her head, ânoâthanks,â she slurred out as hank gave her a small nod and pat on the shoulder before they disappeared of into the crowd leaving her alone after saying their be right backsâ her lips immediately around another glass as she finished the rest of the drinks thay were laid out in front-of her.
y/n either needed fresh air and a sick bucket or the man she loved and craved, and she was going with the latter. her desires only heightened which was making just about everything worse due to the mess the alcohol had started to cause her brain and body.
her heart pounding as she stood up, everything going messy and spin like as she stumbled through the crowd. her mind on one thing and one thing only, one person, as she got pushed around a bit by the dancing people as she made her way out the bar room she was in. her eyes searching the place as she looked for him in every corner, in every face, every person, every laugh, every grunt and every noise. she was searching for him like she had been doing within her heart ever since sheâd know the man.
yet what she didnât expect to see when she turned the corner was him right there. logan right there in his bubble of perfection as she saw it. her eyes taking him in as she saw him in the hallway â a smile joining her lips as she started to walk over to him planning what she was going to say in her brain. how she was going to do any of this? she didnât even know what she had planned, she just wanted to speak to him. she needed to see his smile. she missed it. she wanted to make him laugh like usual, she wanted to kiss him, feel his touch. she needed it, it was destroying her to not have him. why was she ignoring him for the past two weeks? she should just tell him. nothing bad could hapâ
âmine.â she swore she could make out logan saying, her eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as she took one little step closer to where he was as her eyes dawned on a certain red head with a killer smirk on her lips as she had a tight grip on his chain.
and with that every thought she just had was crushed within the space of five or so seconds as she heard jeanâs light hearted chuckle next, her voice grating against y/nâs mind as she swallowed her own spit back down as she made sure she couldnât be seen by them. feeling the sick feeling rising in her as she watched loganâs hands wrap around jeanâs waist as she pulled him closer to her in a teasing action that broke y/nâs heart in two.
she was frozen in her tracks, watching as the one she loved was with the one he loved.
âyouâre mine.â ringing in her ears as she just made out what he had said to jean as his words sent a chill through y/nâs body as she felt the tears start to boil in her eyes as she couldnât tear her eyes away from the scene. her mouth fallen gap as she watched as he roughly had her against the door jeanâs hand going down to the handle of said door as y/n watched as jean pulled him in the room with her roughly.
the door slamming behind them as she felt her beating out her chest, her breath shaky and hitched as she swallowed.
and when she heard a little squeal come from the room over the music a few seconds or minutes later, she couldnât tell how long had passed, thatâs when she knew she needed to go before she turned into a public laughing stock as she turned on her heel â shakily making her way through the crowd again, unbeknownst to the tears dropping down her cheeks as she fought her way through the dancing crowd as she tried to get the hell out of here as she thought she was fighting back her emotions, yet she really wasnât doing too good of a job with it.
âwatch it!â someone yelled out over the music to y/n as she shuffled past them quickly, stumbling out and disappearing through the back door as she made her break for it. her heart feeling broken to an extreme it hadnât felt before which was only amplified by the alcohol as she felt her brain chemistry formed for logan be destroyed within a matter of moments. seeing it in front of her own eyes being completely different from assuming it had happened.
the fact they were doing that right now she just couldnât and didnât want too comprehend it. it hurting her so much she felt as if she was going to be sick, she could feel it to the extremist point that when she managed her way to the end of the courtyard where her little spot was with her childhood swing set, where sheâs surprised she even remembered the whereabouts off in this state, she couldnât stop herself from leaning down into a bush shakily.
her mouth watering, her throat burning with liquid as y/n threw up into the bush her heart pounding ridiculously as she felt the tears burning against her cheek as she didnât even notice the feeling off two strong hands holding her hair back. her body shaking as she kept being sick, feeling the acid burn her throat as she felt a strong hand round her hair pulling it into a ponytail and another hand around her fragile body to keep her up.
her body flinching a little at the touch as the person leaned a little closer as y/n was sick some more, âitâs okayââ a low voice ushered out as y/n couldnât help be sick again, leaning down closer into the bush nearly tripping into it as the person held her upright. their hand snacking onto her waist as y/n leaned back into their touch. basically tripping into it as she let out a shaky breath as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her top.
her eyes moving up onto an all familiar face and she instantly cursed in her brain as he managed to move her over to the swings, sitting her down in one of two seats as she clung to the chain of it leaning her body against it freely as she let out a little cry.
âyouâre good.â scott said softly his voice low as he spoke into a comforting tone that didnât completely soothe her as she felt the tears trail down her cheek as he kneeled down â his hands stabilising the swing that was rocking a little as he looked up at her making sure she was okay on the swing. the cold air hitting the twos faces as the moon shone down on the courtyard, the faint sound of pop music from the mansion being completely distant to both of them.
âscott.â she managed to say, him being able to tell how far gone she was by the way she slurred her words as if her crying and throwing up didnât prove that enough. his eyes on her as he moved her hair out the way for her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she held back a little sob which wasnât held back that well as she let out a shaky whimper.
âw-whyâ doesn-t he love me?â she spoke out quickly, her breath shaky and her voice high pitched as she let out little sniffles in between words, the weight of those making a sad smile tug on scottâs lips as he kept his hand on her face trying to keep her upright which was sort of impossible as he kept his comforting warm hand against her face. just trying to make her feel okay.
ââheââ scott cut himself off before he moved closer to her, trying to keep her calm, âhe does love you okay?â
y/n shook her head at scottâs words as she let out a muffled sob against her wrist, shaking her head as scott wiped the tears from her cheeks. ânot like i want him to.â she rolled out in a slur, scott feeling his heart beat quicken at her little admission as if he didnât know how she felt over him before as he moved his finger across her cheek in a soft circular motion, his hand cupping her jaw.
âhey- he does okay?â scott said quickly as he moved her jaw down so she met his eyes again, his tone soft as he moved himself to the other swing next to her â the second he was sat him moving his swing closer to her own. tangling the chains of his swing up a little in doing so.
âhe does.â scott added out again, y/n not believing him at all as she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat as she leaned herself again the hand that was cupping her face as she nearly tumbled off the swing.
her biting down on her tongue as she let out a little squeal as scott placed his hand on her back supporting and holding her up as a little chuckle left her lips as she leaned forward a little. scott not letting his hand move as worry was evident on his face as y/n turned to him a sad smile on her lips, tears still evident on her face.
âi wish.â he heard her whisper as he swallowed, his own voice breaking a little, âcome on. okay? he doesnât know what heâs missing right now.â he doesnt see you liking him.â scott said softly, giving her a little playful nudge as y/n started to lose the energy to even speak off it as she felt another tear slip down her cheek.
his words were taking the weight off her shoulders as she moved in the swing a little, scottâs comforting hand on her back which was now sort off around her waist making her sure she wasnât going to fall as she moved a tiny bit closer to him on her swing. their swings touching a little.
âyou deserve better then jean-y bitch.â she managed out lowly, scott not being able to help the chuckle that escaped his lips at how she put it as he looked out at the mansion in front of them. the moon present in his red tinted glasses.
âyeahâ iâm starting to realise that.â he chuckled out as y/n gave him a drunken smile in return as she locked eyes with scott. someone sheâd hardly noticed was this nice mostly due to the words logan remarked about him all the time as her smile couldnât help but grow as she looked at him. the air softening between the two as y/n felt tiredness fall over her as she leant against the chains a little as she slowly moved her gaze over to the moon.
a few moments of silence passes before scott spoke up.
ây/n?â scott managed out trying to grab her attention as he saw he eyes wondering a bit. his eyebrows furrowing when he heard no answer in return, her silence scaring him as he nudged her.
ây/n?â he quickly said out once again, nudging her a little as he saw how limp her body was and noticed her closed eyes.
âfuckâ y/n.â he ushered out quickly as he stood from his seat and went right to her side as he kneeled down, tapping her face to try and catch her attention. y/n stirring a little at his action as he stood up, pulling her up with him as he placed his hand around her waist as he tried to shake her a little which did the job as her eyes fluttered open to meet his own.
a drunken smile joining on her lips as a tear dropped down her cheek that she didnât even notice as she chuckled a little, leaning close to him as she swayed a little.
âscott.â she said lowly as scott gave her a low chucke as she placed her arm around him drunk on, him wiping the tear of her cheek softly something heâd done a number of times since being in her presence tonight.
âokay itâs time to go sleepâ im taking you to bed.â he explained softly as y/n looked at him with a little furrowed brow as he started to walk, helping her walk alongside him her hardly even able to realise she was walking as she leaned against his touch.
âyouâre good.â he said calmly to her as they walked through the dark courtyard, the illuminated by the moon field of grass between them and the bustling school /xmansion being the only light to guide them. his grip on her tightening softly when she nearly tripped over her own feet, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he realised just how long of a walk it was to the mansion. him sighing as he held her upright. ânearly there.â he muffled out as y/n leaned to him.
âââm gonna be sick.â she quickly flushed out before throwing her head over in the other direction as scott patted her back and stopped in his tracks at her words as she was sick again â him holding the urge got to be sick too because the smell as he focused on helping her. his heart skipping a beat bit as he felt his anger growing over logan putting her in this situation where she was so drunk she was being sick or the fact that she was being sick just thinking about logan it made his blood boil as he felt his jaw clench â his eyebrows twitching as he helped her get it all out, whispering little comforts as he soothed her back.
âgood girl. â he said lowly as y/n brung her gaze into him once more him giving her a small sad smile as he placed his hand back around her waist to guide her, âcmon, bed.â he whispered out to her as they started walking again. having to go through the party definitely going to be a difficult task as scott tightened his grip around her waist as they walked past a couple people hanging around the outside area of the building as the music met y/nâs ears as once they got into the building scott called for people to move out the way as he made y/n stay close to him. her eyes wondering over everyone in her drunken haze as scott helped her over to the staircase which was through a couple wide, filled rooms.
her swearing she came across wade and hank in the corner with two twins and colossusâs doing a certain something to wade, her eyebrows furrowing at what she believed to have just seen as she shook it off as she met scottâs words.
âyou need to be carried or are you okay?â scott asked as if he was babying her which sent a wave of comfort through her body as she let the question hang in her brain as she tried to form answer to it as she leaned herself against scott.
ââuââi canââ
âscarlett?â logan roughly called out in a raised voice towards scott as he came over out of nowhere. scott rolling his eyes as he quickly picked y/n up, y/n being in scottâs arms as her eyes fluttered open to see logan to the side of them. scottâs jaw immediately clenching as he continued up the stairs without cracking a word to logan as he rushed after the pair. his own anger frustratingly high as he tried to control himself and stop himself from doing anything stupid.
âscott?â logan said harshly, his anger growing as he didnât get an answer as he tried to get the man to look at him.
âlo-â y/n slipped out, her voice muffled as she leaned into scottâs arms more as he carried her bridal style up the stairs. her realising his presence, loganâs eyes casting onto y/n and then back to scott. his eyes darkening.
âwhat have you done to her?!â logan rushed out, his voice cracking with worry as scott ignored his words as he made it to the top of the stairs and continued on down to where heâs pretty sure her room is.
âscott!â logan shouted again trying to get his attention as scott opened the door with his back, giving logan a harsh glare as he walked right over to the bed where he placed y/n down carefully on it. her drunken self pouring the cover over her figure as she rolled over in bed. letting out a little muffled whimper as her head laid on the pillow.
the second scott having let go off y/n he immediately turned to logan scott not giving logan another chance to talk before he connected his fist with his jaw, logan been taken aback a little as he raised an eyebrow, scott looking right at him as logan pushed him back harshly.
âwhat the fuck did you do?â logan cursed out quickly, scott scoffing as he held back taking his glasses off because of the fact it was a party, not loganâs funeral even despite how much he wanted it to be.
âyou should ask yourself that, prick.â scott said harshly. loganâs eyebrows raising at his words as scott pushed himself past logan without another word.
logan immediately grabbing scottâs arm harshly, his claws aching to come out as he met his gaze.
âwhat do you mean by that?â logan said quickly, his eyes locked onto scottâs as so many questions flowed his brain. his thoughts enlaced with y/n and the worry he had for the girl as scott harshly brung his hand back to his side after shaking loganâs grip off â giving logan a stern look as he looked him up and down judgementally, âgod, you are so stupid. youâd think being born in the 19th century would make you slightly smarter then a twenty nine year old.â scott scoffed out lowly, his words only angering logan more as he shoved scott against the wall.
his claws extending as he pressed them close to his throat â his threat there as scott swallowed.
âtell me.â he said harshly as scott couldnât help a certain look cross his face. completely frustrated by logan, his heart aching for jean in this moment as he stared at what she had clearly picked over himself that enraging him yet also y/n and what she had just gone through herself. the heart ache something he could relate too and he wouldnât wish that on anyone. yet right now he would logan however.
âshe saw you and jean you idiot. meaning i did too. meaningâ fuck you.â scott said quickly as he clicked his visor getting the right aim, logan jumping back as scott lazered his chest. his beam going right through as a loud grunt escaped his lips as logan in immediate retaliation clawed scott in the side, scott pushing back the whimper threatening to leave his lips as logan as he got ready to take another shot at the man.
logan raising his eyebrow as the two stared eachother down, âiâll heal,â logan rolled out his words only angering scott worse as he went to raise his glasses again as logan roughly placed his hand on his chest to stop him, his claws retracted back in.
âi wish you wouldnât.â scott bit out harshly as logan scoffed at his words, keeping his anger limited as he rolled his eyes.
âjean only needed someone to talk tooââ
âyou mean fuck.â scott said out harshly, jean crossing loganâs mind as his jaw clenched his gaze darkening as he couldnât bring himself to shake his head. not that he was thinking about scottâs feelings â right now his mind pondering on another.
scott saw how logan couldnât even fight back with words â tutting as he pushed him back. loganâs hands falling to his side as the two didnât break eye contact.
âyou know weâre engaged.â scott spit out like venom, his words causing a look of surprise to wash over loganâs face as his mouth fell open, âwell we were.â he added out.
âyou wereâ what?â logan fumbled out, confusion written on his face as scott rolled his eyes at his reaction. not that he cared deep down, but it felt like he did right now.
âgreat.. she didnât tell you. like she didnât tell anyone,â he said lowly, ânot that it makes it any better what youâve done,â scott casted out as a few seconds finding passed as he tried to find the words which only come out anger filled, âsheâs a caniving cheating bitch.â scott cursed out, logan not bringing himself to react to the words scott ushered about jean as he looked at scott.
logan was about to say something to scott when the sound of y/nâs soft little snores filled the room which made the tension even higher as scott and logan glared at eachother.
âmaybe just think next time before you fuck someone elseâs girl, again.â scott managed out as he pushed past logan to leave the room.
âi donât think sheâs your girl.â logan called back out before he left as scottâs jaw clenched at his words as he opened the door.
ânot anymore. you can have her.â he said harshly as he paused as he knew he had to say something.
ââjust think about how y/n feels, because i know hurts.â scott spoke lowly as he left without another word clearly implying a certain fact.
logans heart skipped a beat at his words as the door shut behind scott, his mind feeling as if it was in a war as the tension built in the room immediately. the air feeling thick as he swallowed his own spit not bringing himself to call something back to him as his words couldnât even bring themselves to form right in his brain yet alone out loud.
his eyes dawned back onto the sleeping girl y/n laying there. looking so soft and innocent, completely sound asleep and his heart couldnât help twang a little as he bit down on the inside of his cheek â many bustling thoughts cursing his brain as he wished he had never thought of them.
his mind lingering on the thought of jean and what just occurred within him and scott as he came down from the pain that was inflicted on him his chest rising rapidly to a more normal flow as he healed. as he focused his gaze on y/n as he furrowed his eyebrows over what scott had said, trying to wrap his brain around it.
loganâs eyes dawning on y/n. guilt seeping through him as he felt his heart gain that aching feeling y/n had been riddled with since the day she first realised she was in love with the man as he sat on the foot of the bed. his mind feeling melted as he placed his hand on her own his big, gruff and rough feeling hand taking the soft touch of her hand into his own grip. her hand being half if not less of his size as he soothed her. her touch being another level of comfort he didnât recall experiencing since he was a young boy that feeling sending memories flooding through his brain he couldnât focus on now.
feeling all the emotions boiling up heâd been fighting to push down as he looked down at her asleep body. what was all of this? she had been distant, almost rude and very cold and scottâs words were making that why question he had on his mind for the past two weeks clearer.
the implication of scottâs words hung in his mind as he looked at her. him eventually bringing himself over to the spare place next to her in the bed not wanting to leave her alone for the night too worried about how drunk she was and if anything could happen in the night.. or anyone else drunkily walking in. but he couldnât help deep down in knowing that those were just excuses to stay within her presence. asleep or not.
carefully building a gap between the two of them as he laid down â no matter how strong the urge to hug her and comfort her was â as he let out a rough exhale as he closed his eyes.
only to open them three seconds later to look at her. his eyes not leaving her peacefully asleep body for the rest of the night.
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NOW STARRING : adrien x bottom m!reader
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€tutor sesh w/ your deliquent situationship but he can't focus on the studying, only you!
â warnings â parents are home , manhandling(?) , obsessive 'n a little pervy adrien , slight hair pulling , bodyworship(?) , Adrien is a little silly in this fic
notes ,, this was supposed to be short but I got carried away ^^;
Adrien had called you over to his house for a "tutoring session." For past few weeks, Adrien has been near-failing practically every single class except for gym class and whatnot. Realising he needed to improve his grades or he'll never graduate with you, he called you on one faithful evening to come over and help him study.
Obviously you complied; it was nice to see Adrien showing some sort of motivation to improve, so you changed into some casual clothes and began to walk to his house. You had prepared your laptop, pencil case, and textbooks, all ready to put in a few hours of tutoring. When you arrived at his front door, you grazed the back of your knuckles against the wood and knocked once or twice, expecting Adrien to show up with a proud smirk like he always did.
But it wasn't Adrien. When the door swung open, you saw his mother. You've only seen her once or twice but never up-close like this. The words caught in your throat as you clutched the straps of your bags, trying to find the words that never came. As if heaven answered your prayers, you saw Adrien jogging down the stairs and to the door, leaning on the door frame with his arm held above his head.
"You came," He grinned, taking the bag from your shoulders as he pulled you inside by your wrist. He helped you take off your shoes cinderella style and neatly placed them beside the doorway. He was awfully caring right now. Your hands felt crammy as you took a glance at Adrien's mother watching the two of you interact, a small blush dusted your ears while you quickly turned away. It must've looked like you were dating with the way she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, mom, we'll be in my room if you'd excuse us," Adrien flashed a toothy smile at his mother before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. As he walked you up the stairs, Adrien found an opportunity to tease you, "You nervous meeting my mom?" He asked, squeezing your sides playfully. You shoot him an unamused gaze and he lets out a hearty chuckle from that. Adrien's hand wrapped around his gold doorknob, twisting it before he halted for a second. "Uh, wait here for a second, I gotta clean up my room," he didn't even wait for a response before slipping into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
"Shit," Adrien muttered under his breath as he quickly shoved the polaroids and photos of you from his desk and into his drawer. He couldn't let you see how god damn obsessed he was about you. He couldn't let you see the photos of yourself stained with a white sheen, no, he wouldn't want to scare you off.
Adrien finally emerged from his room, pushing the door wide open for you to come in with a smile. You didn't question it. As you walked in, you were instantly hit with the scent of his cologne and natural musk. It wasn't a strong enough scent to burn your nose but it would still take you awhile to get used to it. Besides the scent, Adrien's bedroom was relatively clean for a guy who was titled 'the school deliquent.' He had a few sports posters plastered on the walls and his shelf had a few trophies from his childhood. You spotted the baseball bat leaned up against the wall alongside with the volleyball and basketball resting next to eachother. Adrien was sure athletic.
As you two sat down beside your desk, you pulled out all the equipment needed for studying and turned to Adrien, "What do you wanna study?" You asked him and got a small shrug in response. Well, why not start with biology since you conveniently happen to have a textbook that covered the subject.
Around 30 minutes pasted and you were diligently teaching him about human anatomy, glancing over to see him nodding once or twice. You thought it was going well but Adrien on the other hand... He was too focused on the way your hands glided against the pages, tapping the pen against the paper rhythmically, and how your eyes fluttered to him ever so often. Shit, he was horny as hell right now. Just the thought of those hands intertwining with his as he fucks the intelligence out of you is enough to get his blood pumping to the wrong places.
"Adrien? Are you listening?" Your voice snaps him out of his twisted fantasies and he leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper, "You know, I'm a hands-on, visual learner..." That shit-eating grin spread across his face as Adrien pat his lap enticingly, trying to draw your attention to the print in his sweatpants. But knowing you, you wouldn't give in so easily â you were called here to tutor him, not anything else.
"Just answer one more question and I'llâ" Before you could even finish your sentence, Adrien's arms wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you up from the chair, practically slinging you over his shoulder. His forearms flexed around you, making sure you didn't fall before placing you on his bed, the mattress dipped from the sudden weight. "Try to be quiet 'kay? My parents are home," He nipped at the shell of your ear before hastily undoing your belt and sliding your pants off. Did he care that his parents could come in at any moment? No, but it was much more exciting to see you try and keep quiet.
"Can we kiss?" Adrien's voice was almost whiny, his eyelashes batted at you innocently â even though he was far from innocent. Nonetheless, you didn't respond, you've set certain boundaries that prevented you and him from getting attached (even though you may or may not have broken it a couple of times). "No," it was a simple, sharp answer that Adrien grumbled at. He understood where you were coming from, he was a bad influence and you were this goody-two-shoes. But he couldn't deny the part of him that wanted something more than just meaningless flings. He huffed, murmuring a small, "How can I study the muscles of a tongue then?"
Scooping you up back into his arms, Adrien ignored your small protests and shifted your position so that your stomach would lay flat against his bed. His hands met the back of yours, pinning you down as he slotted each of his fingers in the spaces between yours. "What happened to studying, Adrien?" Your scolds were muffled by Adrien's pillow and seemed to fall short of his ears. As he held you down, he grinded his hips against your ass, groaning softly from the pure excitement he felt. It had been a few months since he was about to get his hands on you, your pictures just wasn't as good as the real thing.
"Calvin klein hm?" Adrien chuckled softly, trailing his hands from the back of your palm, to your shoulders, down your spine, and to the waistband of your boxers, "Next time don't wear anything." His fingers hooked the elastic before pulling it down and off your legs. You couldn't see what he was doing from your position, and every touch made your skin jump, he was so unpredictable. His fingers traced the curve of your ass before spreading them apart to see your hole. "This is the anus right?" He asked, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"âYes," you hesitated to answer him, he was obviously playing games with you, but there was no harm in humoring him. You heard the faint rustling of clothes before you felt something prod at your entrance. You sucked in through your teeth, was he seriously going to do this with no lube? "Sorry, don't got any on me right now." It was like he read your mind and instead dipped his head down to lick a stripe over your hole. It tickled, and your body naturally jerked away from it before he grabbed your hips and held them down one more. Weirdo.
He shuffled behind you, placing two knees on either side of your legs and his fingers angled your hips a little bit up. The slight burn of Adrien pushing into you made your fingers curl around his pillow, gripping it like your life depended on it. He slowly pushed in, filling you up until his hips met your ass. Even if your skin was flushed against his, Adrien pushed impossibly deeper inside of you until he could feel his tip press against your prostate. His hands tightened around your waist, stopping you from squirming and forcing you to take it.
"Is this your prostate?" He asked, his voice slightly trembled from the pleasure that coursed his veins, he was trying so hard to control himself. This time you ignore him, you know well that he knew. From the lack of a response, Adrien let out a breathy laugh before he finally decided to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming into you. Your eyes flew open and your knuckles grew pale from how hard you were holding onto his pillow, your whines were muffled quite well, thankfully.
Adrien groaned ruggedly as he pounded you into his bed, the headboard knocked on his wall with every thrust. "You're being so quiet," He chuckled, reaching a hand out to ruffle your hair affectionate before moving to grab your hand. You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic enough with the way he kept slamming into you like it was a punishment. Everytime he pulled out, he cooed at the way your hole would suck him back in like it missed him. "Fuck, I just can't with you," He let out a shaky breath as he rolled his hips against you, pushing further and further, trying to reach places he couldn't before.
He was reaching so deep that tears began to blur your vision, everything felt so overwhelming but numb at the same time. He leaned down to press kisses on your knuckles as he held your hand tightly under his own. His hips were relentless, slapping against yours, you were sure he'd leave your bruised and sore tomorrow. It was like he completely forgot they weren't alone in his house. In fact, Adrien's fingers moved from your hand to your hair, threading them through each strand and grabbing a handful, tugging it gently so your head would lift from the pillow.
"Kiss?" He asked once more, his lips already ghosting over yours. At this point you didn't care, all you could feel was how Adrien was throbbing inside you and how your dick rubbed against his white sheets with every thrust. "Fine," you exhale and he took the opportunity almost immediately, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss as he pulled your hair back for more access. His tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth while simultaneously keeping your moans contained.
The dim lighting, the way your eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back, his dick pulsing inside you, it was all too much for his perverted brain. "Gonna cum," he muttered against your lips, biting on your bottom lip. He his hands return to your hips and his head falls over your shoulder. You could feel your own orgasm building up as your body started to squirm, you cock growing sensitive from the constant rubbing against Adrien's sheets. Adrien paused his thrusting just to pull out completely and shove himself back in, causing a loud whine rip from your throat and you body jolting.
Your cum splattered across the bed as Adrien smiled against your shoulder, keeping you from squirming as he came inside you, filling you with his semen. With a few more wet thrusts, Adrien finally stilled, watching as his own cum bubbled around his dick as he nestled deep inside you. "We should do this again, hm? Next time we can study our chemistry," his arms snaked up your body to wrap them around your shoulders, capturing you in a bear hug as he looked up at you with a goofy smile.
"What's with you and being so corny?" You groan, pushing his face away from you.
a/n: i luv adrien sosososo much ... wish he real ,, also not sure if he was a bit ooc here ,, a bit sillier than usual but I hope you guys like it âĄ
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hot chocolate!
(last one i promise)
reader & spencer who arenât exactly enemies but theyâre def not friends but reader always double checks if spencerâs fbi vest is secured correctly which in return makes spencer check her over as well and theyâre always like âstop checking up on me and worry about your own safetyâ and it just happens every single time and they swear up and down that they dislike eachother deeply (they need to make out)
BANE OF MY EXISTENCE | Spencer Reid x reader
description: Spencer hates you, and you hate him, until it comes to protecting each other in the field
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His fingers wound through the back of your vest as you made a move to dart past him, trailing after Hotch as you loaded your glock.Â
You felt a yank at your neck, his obnoxiously long arms giving you a firm tug back with little to no effort, all but making you stumble backwards as he forced you to stop, and his fingers were at your hip, adjusting the strap before you could ask him just exactly what he was doing.Â
âWha- Reid, let go, my vest is fine,â You snapped, huffing when he ignored you, in the interest of fixing your belt, his brow turned down into a frown.Â
âDonât come crying to me when you get shot in abdomen and suddenly youâre bleeding out, and you lay there and thinking, dang if only the smart FBI would have told me to adjust my kevlar, and Iâll be right there to point and laugh and say I told you so,â He huffed, his fingers making light work of the fiddly strap, tightening it until he couldnât see a single inch of your shirt to the point he heard your breathing constrict, but he thought heâd rather you be a little uncomfortable than shot.Â
âI mean, if Iâm laying bleeding out I wonât really have much to say other than, Reid, get medical, I think they hit something serious, please donât come to my funeral, you were insufferable enough when I was living,â You said, allowing your body to be tugged back as he started on the other side, because there was no use fighting it when he got in those moods when he always needed to be right.Â
He paused, his brain catching up to your words and he drew in a silent breath, wondering if the other side of your jacket needed tightening even more, or better yet, if there was any way Hotch would make you stay in the car as back up.Â
Spencer yanked the strap with a vendetta, ignoring the way you whined it was too tight, and his lips pursed together.Â
âWould you relax, I was clearly kidding,â You said, thinking his mood had come from your teasing, because you seemed to know exactly what to say to push every one of his buttons, âWhat I would probably be thinking however is if youâll be able to flag down a medic with your shoelaces untied,â
His gaze snapped to his converse, and sure enough the double knot he relied on seemed to have failed him, and his strings were hazard material as they dragged along the pavement, already mucky where theyâd probably been undone for hours.Â
âMake sure you do them before we move in, Iâm not carrying your bone head out of there if we start taking hits and you trip over your own feet,â You snipped, and he finally released you, immediately leaning down to fix his own issues, completely missing the way your eyes trailed down to make sure he did the loops tight enough because you were being serious when you said it would loathe you to be the one to carry him away from the danger, though probably not in the way he thought.Â
He huffed, standing back to his full height and giving his feet a wiggle in their shoes to make sure they were comfortable, and he looked back at you where you were watching him carefully, catching the split second where something close to worry pooled in your eyes.Â
It snapped back into your usual cold demeanour when you realised he was looking straight at you, and you whirled you keep your back to him, inspecting your loaded gun some more as a way to busy yourself.Â
âTry not to miss, it doesnât look good on the reports when I have to save your ass twice,â Spencer snarked, and he practically heard the scoff before you even gave it.Â
âThat was one time, Reid, and it was only cause I couldnât see past your stupid fluffy hair. Youâre a cop, Reid, not a poodle, you don't need that much volume,â You snapped back, the two of you squabbling the entire walk to the building, until Hotch separated you for the sake of his growing headache.Â
He just wished you two would talk things out before he seriously considered Emilyâs proposition of locking you in the broom closet together.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#matthew gray gubler x reader
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smutty patrick +art +reader request!!!! ->
smut where both patrick &y/n r dominant and are constantly competing against eachother with who makes art cum faster/moan louder LOLâșïžâșïžâșïž patrick is like a rougher dom and reader is softer and she keeps praising art while patrick IS SUCH A MEANIEEEEE but he also loves art too obv(and reader). UGH i love them
HEHEHEHE <3
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: SMUT!! Threesome ft. Dom!Patrick, Soft!Dom Reader, Sub!Art, handjob, blowjob, ruined orgasm
A/N: god tier request, truly. something possessed me when I wrote this
Art Donaldson had never looked prettier than he did in that moment. The thin sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten, the pretty flush that burned pink down to his chest.
His back was pressed to your chest, your arms wrapped around him soothingly. It was the perfect angle to watch all the ways Patrick was torturing your sweet boy.
His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breathâ each exhale shuddery and rough. You pet his hair, brushing soft curls out of his eyes.
âHow are you, baby?â You asked softly, teasingly. âIs Patrick being too mean?â
He shook his head, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as Patrickâs hand moved faster and faster. A strangled moan slipped past his lips, eyes squeezing shut as Patrick brought him closer and closer to the edge.
âIâm just doing what he asked,â Patrick said with a grin. The sounds of his hand was slick as it moved up and down on the blondâs cock.. âHe wanted me to touch him, and Iâm touching him.â
You pressed a soothing kiss to his jaw and grinned down at Patrick. The brunet was a co-conspirator in the agonizing, delicious torture you put Artâs poor body through. You were just nicer about it.
âClose,â Art whimpered, his lips spit slick and bitten pink. âIâ fuckâ Iâm closeâ
Patrick smirked like the cat who got the cream, but you just ran a soothing hand over the plane of his chest, teasing his nipples, making him whine pitifully.
âYeah, baby? Youâre close, huh?â Your teeth tugged slightly at his earlobe and he moaned, loud and pretty. âBe polite and ask Patrick if you can cum.â
Patrickâs hand didnât let upâ slick and relentless. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and Art nearly sobbed.
âPleaseââ was all Art could manage.
âPlease, what, Donaldson? Youâre a big boy, you know how to ask the right way.â
He groaned, shifting so he could squirm away from Patrickâs relentless touch. It was futile, though. Art was strong, but with your legs pinning his thighs and Patrickâs hand slung across the blondâs torso, all he could do was take it.
âLemme cumâ please let me cum,â he was practically begging, eyes shining with crocodile tears. It was so fucking cute. You wished your camera was nearby so you couldâve snapped a picture of how desperate heâd gotten.
Patrick met your gaze and smiled, like heâd just gotten the best fucking idea in the world. âOkay, baby,â he said in an unusually gentle voice. âYou can cum.â
You could feel Artâs heart hammering against your palm, the surprise evident in his eyes.
âHurry before Pat changes his mind, yeah?â You cooed in his ear. He nodded, face scrunched slightly as Patrick brought him closer and closer to finishing.
And god, Art could get loud. He had his tells here, just like in tennis. As soon as he went silent, you knew he was right on the precipice, ready to tumble over.
The second Artâs orgasm hit, Patrick moved his hand off of him completely. It was different than it usually wasâ Art was always messy. Heâd shoot ropes of thick cum up to his chest, or his face if he was particularly backed up.
But then, he just whimpered pathetically as cum oozed out of his tip, leaving a puddle at the base of his cock. Andâ holy fuckâ he stayed hard.
Art practically sobbed, his head lolling back against your shoulder. Tears of frustration welled in his pretty blue eyes. âWhat the fuck, Patrick?â He groaned pathetically.
âWhat the fuck did you do?â You asked with wide eyes.
Patrick sat back and shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin. âI saw someone do it in a porn. He got to cum, he just didnât get the good part.â
âSwitch spots,â you said quickly. Patrick let you settle between Artâs thighs, eye level with his aching cock. It was red at the tip, aching for a real release.
When you wrapped a hand around him, he whimpered and squirmed in an attempt to escape the stimulation.
âYou good, baby?â You asked, pressing your lips to his thigh.
Before Art could respond, Patrick sighed. âStop babying himâ heâs fine.â
You met Artâs gaze, and he gave a tiny nod. His chest was heaving as he drew breath after shaky breath.
The mess of cum surrounding his base made each slick pass of your hand sound pornographic. Almost as debauched as the whimpers and moans that were escaping Artâs lips.
âMmm⊠fuck, fuckâ ah!â Like a goddamn pornstar.
âShhh⊠let me clean up the mess Patrick made, yeah?â
You pressed a soft kiss to his tip, and his thighs twitched with the need to buck into the warmth of your lips. Your mouth trailed down, peppering the hard length of him with wet, slow kisses. You could taste his release, salty on your tongue.
âJesus, babyâ pleaseââ Art, desperate and wanting, was your favorite thing in the world. Besides maybe Patrick, desperate and wanting in a completely opposite way.
âQuit whining, Art, or sheâs gonna stop.â Patrick murmured in the blondâs ear. You could already see a collection of red spots on Artâs throat that would turn into bruises.
You definitely werenât going to stop. You loved every single depraved noise you could wring out of him. You took mercy on him, easing his sensitive cock into the wet warmth of your mouth.
Youâre too soft on him. He likes when you make him work for it. You could hear Patrickâs complaints already.
It didnât matter. You liked taking care of your boy.
He pulsed against your tongue as you took him deeper, his thighs tensing where your hands rested against him. He bucked slightly, brushing the back of your throat. When you gagged around him, he made the same whimpery noise that he made on the tennis courts.
âTell her thank you,â Patrick said in Artâs ear.
You moaned softly around Artâs length as you felt Patrickâs fingers grip onto your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, faster and faster.
âArt, Iâll make her stop. Say thank you.â Patrickâs voice was firm, no trace of any sympathy. The same way heâd bark corrections that Art needed to make when they practiced together.
âThank you,â Art gasped out, like it took all the effort in the world. Patrick used his free hand to rake his nails over Artâs abs, and the blond cried out and bucked into your throat. âFuckââ
You knew he was close to finishingâ still so pent up from the orgasm that Patrick had ruined for him. So sensitive that it wouldnât take much more effort to have him spilling onto your tongue.
You pulled off slowly, jerking him off with slow, firm strokes. âYou wanna cum, baby?â You asked, lips just brushing the sensitive head of his cock.
âYes! God, need tâ cum so bad,â he cried, desperate and aching for release.
âJesus, youâre fuckinâ greedy, Art,â Patrick goaded. The hand that was in your hair had moved to your cheek, where he stroked along your skin sweetly. âYou think you deserve it?â
âYes, you asshole,â Art groaned. Patrick laughed, a smile spreading across his lips. You raised a brow, looking at the brunet expectantly for permission. He nodded and you smiled.
âGo on, baby, Iâve got you,â you said, hand moving faster. âI wonât be mean, Iâll let you get what you need.â
He cried out as he finished, painting your tongue with thick spurts of cum. You worked him through it, taking every drop he could offer you, until the feeling of your touch became too much.
âDonât swallow, câmere,â Patrick said. You joined him at the top of the bed, kissing him deeply, passing Artâs cum between your mouths with slow laves of your tongues against each other.
Art whined, reaching for your faces, wanting you to include him. Patrick leaned down, kissing him deeply, so he could taste the efforts of both of your attentions. You leaned in, tongue brushing Patrickâs, and Artâs, and you felt warmth flutter in your chest.
âYouâre too nice to him,â Patrick said after he pulled away. âI wouldâve made him beg for it.â
thank you for readinggggg <3 this was so fun to write đđ©”
#art donaldson x reader#patrick zweig x reader#patrick zweig x art donaldson#patrick zweig#art donaldson#challengers 2024#challengers fanfic#challengers x reader#my writing
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â choso kamo x f!reader â
cw: smut! college au! virgin choso! kinda pervy choso! unprotected sex! mutual pining!
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busy thinking about your college classmate choso who has the biggest crush on you.
the pretty girl who sits next to him in his math lecture.
when you spoke to him for the first time asking for the notes from your class, he practically scrambled to get out his notebook for you to copy off of.
and when you asked for his number with a sweet smile on your pretty face (for homework! of course!) he got so nervous, going over the number over and over in his head praying he didnât accidentally hit the wrong digit.
his breath hitches when his phone lights up a day or two later.
âhey!! iâm so behind in math, wondering if youâd like to help me study later :)â
he blinked a couple times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks or if you meant to text someone else. but all his worries dispersed when another text comes through.
âthis is choso, right?â
he has no idea how he ended up in your dorm room, sitting on your cute little bed with open textbooks surrounding you two.
you sigh, leaning your back against the headboard while stretching out your arms.
you were sure your brain was fried from all this mind numbing work.
âthis is boring, why donât we do something else.â your gaze falls on the dark haired boy in front of you, his eyes meeting your own. he gulped, an eyebrow quirked.
âlike what?â he asks, sitting up.
you only just met him two months ago, so you didn't know a lot about the man.
you think for a second, lips pursing together as you drum your fingers along your thigh.
âyou ever kiss a girl before, choso?â you ask, head tilting to the side as you watch for his reaction.
his eyes widen at your question.
âi-â he opens his mouth to speak, nervous under your gaze.
you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
âchoso?â you softly ask. he didnât even notice the way you were sitting closer to him, your thighs brushing against eachother.
he finally looks up at you, pink dusting on his cheeks.
âi-no, i havenât.â he sheepishly admits, emberassed you would make fun of him or even kick him out of your room.
but instead you give him a shocked look.
âreally? but youâre- i mean youâre hot.â you honestly say, making him chuckle. the anxiety built up in his body instantly relieving.
he knew he wasnât ugly by any means, but your forwardness made his heart flutter. you always made him so nervous.
sure, he was pretty inexperienced, but he wasnât innocent by any means. heâs watched a fair amount of porn, especially in his single dorm room at night.
he just spent most of his life watching over and taking care of his younger brothers. he was never really interested in finding a girlfriend. that was until he saw you on the first day of classes.
but the way you sat next to him on that first day, introducing yourself with a cute smile. you never left his mind since.
âcould i- shit, can i-â he stutters.
you giggle at his sudden shyness.
âyou wanna kiss me, cho?â he shudders when you lean up by his ear to basically whisper to him.
âfuck, yes. so badlyâ all his shame flies out the window when your pretty little hand rests on his thigh.
his breath hitches when you crawl atop his lap, straddling him. fuck he was hoping you couldnât feel how he instantly got hard from it.
you start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. gently cupping his cheek with your hand, you lean in, slowly brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.
one of his hands go to tangle themself in your hair, while his other held your waist gently. practically forcing you closer to him.
your lips move together, slowly at first, but eventually getting more and more aggressive. almost needy.
when you give his mouth an experimental lick, his tongue fighting with yours, you unconsciously roll your hips into him, making him moan into the kiss.
you pulled back, embarrassed you could barely control yourself from a make out session.
âs-sorry.â
fuck you were cute when youâre flustered.
âdonât be sorry. itâs hot.â he smiles, holding you by the back of your neck to bring you back into another kiss. your hands rest on his chest.
with all the baggy clothes he wears, it's hard to tell what a good body he has.
his hands move to your hips, grinding you against his clothed cock.
you whine when your clothed clit rubs against him just right.
âplease, can i taste you. wanna eat you out.â he begs, kissing down your jaw down to your neck.
âare you sure? you really donât have to.â you say, his kisses never ceasing.
âbeen dreaming of eating your pussy, baby.â he murmurs against your neck, biting down in a few spots. he reluctantly pulls back, letting you lie comfortably against your pillow.
your heart races as you peel your bottoms off, leaving you in your cute little panties. he crawls between your thighs, groaning at the sight.
âdid you know this was gonna happen?â he smirks at the sight of your lacy panties. you smile. of course you did
âlucky guess.â you shrug.
he smirks, eyes drawn to your damp panties. he experiments with a lick over the wet patch, eliciting a small gasp from you.
âdonât teaseâ you pout down at him, making him chuckle. he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.
a wave of nervousness washes over you when he just stares in awe. you thought maybe he was gonna back out.
âeven prettier than i imaginedâ he sighs, immediately delving in, making your gasp turn into a soft moan.
your mind wanders for a moment at the thought of him imagining this before. your hands finding themselves reaching under your shirt to play with your tits as he goes down on you.
he tries his hardest to do to you what heâs seen in porn. goes from flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit, to sucking on it which made your thighs tighten around his head.
he knew he found your most sensitive spot when his tongue flicked over a certain area, making you buck your hips up into him.
your hands move to grip in his messy dark hair, unconsciously tugging as he eats you out like a mad man.
you canât see the way he slowly grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock straining almost painfully through his sweatpants.
your mind is in a frenzy, body squirming trying to escape how good it felt, but also rutting your hips up into his mouth because you really didnât want him to stop.
not that he even would, he's in heaven right now. eating the pussy of the girl heâs jerked off too at least several times at this point.
his hands grip at the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he prods his tongue into your tight hole, nose brushing against your clit. you moan, tugging at his hair for more and he groans at the harsh tug. he fucking loves it.
you were sure you were so close as he fucks you with his tongue. toes curling so hard you're scared youâre gonna get a cramp.
âchoso, please donât stopâ you beg, grinding up into his unrelenting mouth.
he just hums into your cunt in acknowledgement, his movements never stopping as you coat his tongue.
your heels dig into his back, hands tugging at his dark locs, the vibration of his groan making you moan out his name as you cum on his mouth.
you were sure he was lying about being inexperienced with how hard he made you cum. but the way he stared at you like you were a fucking goddess made you think otherwise.
you whine when you realize he still hasnât stopped lapping at your sensitive pussy. your hips jolt up in overstimulation, making him come back to earth and pulling away.
âsorryâ he pants, wiping off his lower face with the sleeve of his hoodie, licking his lips.
âdonât be sorryâ you giggle, pulling him up so heâs hovering over you, strong arms on either side of your head. kissing you again. your essence surrounding his tongue.
he grinds his clothed erection into you, making you feel a little bad for neglecting him.
you reach your hand down to graze over him, making him groan and buck into you.
you pat his arm, signalling for him to switch places with you. he nods, sitting against the headboard.
you crawl into his lap, straddling him so youâre face to face. you smile, admiring how pretty he is.
âoff?â you ask, tugging at his nice oversized hoodie. he nods, you lean back to let him pull it off of his frame, throwing the hoodie somewhere on your floor.
you made a mental note to defiantly steal that later.
it is so fucked up this man hides this monster of a body behind all those baggy clothes.
you canât help but stare at his defined chest, running a hand down his stomach and to his hard cock. he moans when you rub him over the fabric of his pants, the heat of your hand making him go lightheaded.
your thumbs hook in his waistband, tugging down his hips, he helps you, bringing them down to his ankles.
you watch the way his thick, pale cock sits so pretty standing up against his stomach, the tip raging and pink from all the teasing.
you reach down to run your thumb over his slit, making him shiver. you felt bad teasing, but his reactions were so adorable.
you kiss and suck marks down his neck, down to his defined chest that you just wanted to bite.
his eyes go down to your throbbing pussy, his thumb innocently pulls apart your folds, rubbing at your clit generously. you mewl against him, hand gripping tighter against his cock.
if just your hand felt this good, he was imagining how amazing your cunt is gonna feel.
he was embarrassingly close, but he didnât wanna cum like this.
âpleaseâ he pants, pushing your hand away. you lean in to kiss his cheek.
âhmm?â you look at him, curiously.
âwanna fuck you so bad, pretty. please let me fuck you, youâre so perfect i-â he begs. you shut him up with a heated kiss, tongues clashing together as you give him mercy.
you set your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his cock.
âtell me if you wanna stop, ok?â you sweetly smile at him.
âdoubt itâ he thought. but he nods, promising.
you line him up with your entrance, very slowly sinking down on him, your face scrunches up a bit from the stretch of his sheer size.
you sigh when youâre finally seated on his pulsing cock, his hands gripping hard at your waist. his head against your shoulder in concentration of not cumming on the spot.
on instinct he bucks up into your heat, making you groan and squeeze around him, hips rolling.
âf-fuck, donât do that or iâm gonna cumâ he moans, hands holding you in place so you donât squirm.
you giggle, kissing his cheek down his jaw, letting him collect himself.
after a few moments he does an experimental roll upwards, making you softly gasp. he keeps doing this. wanting more friction, you start bouncing yourself up and down his cock.
"s'big" you whine.
he moans, hands groping at your ass to help you ride him. he looks up at you, tits bouncing through your thin little top.
âso prettyâ he lifts up the bottom of your shirt to uncover your tits, taking one into his mouth. you whine, leaning into him to feel him closer.
he nibbles and sucks on your tits, pulling off to stare at your fucked out face. you stare down at him, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open.
âkissâ you mumble to him.
he leans in, giving you a messy kiss as you fuck each other with a need for more. the way his dick fit deliciously inside of your snug pussy, almost sucking him in completely.
your hands tangle in the back of his hair, tugging and making his hips sputter. you try to do it again, but he removes your hands and puts them back on his shoulders.
"next time, g-god, m'gonna fuck you for hours, baby. promise." he pants, sucking dark red purplish marks into your poor neck.
you moan at the idea of a next time. maybe he'd take you out first on a cute date, make sweet dinner or lunch plans for you two.
or maybe he'd just take you to his dorm room and fuck you into his desk like he's been dreaming of for months. marking you up so everyone can see your matching hickies in lecture, knowing how pussy whipped you have him.
either way works.
he uses his strength to flip you back under him, never pulling out of you. he knew he was gonna cum soon, he was trying to put it off for so long but youâre making it too hard.
your head lolls back into the soft pillow, moaning as the flimsy bed frame of the dorm room squeaking like crazy. if his dick wasn't hitting every good spot right now perfectly, you'd probably give a fuck if the people next door heard.
he pumps into you as your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer. he fucks into you at a needy pace, his head in your neck as he whines into your ear which you could barely hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping.
âmâsorry, gonna cum, babyâ he moans. your hands go back into his hair, humming.
âplease cum in me, choso. need it.â you mewl, eyes threatening to roll back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with every harsh thrust.
you bring a hand to your neglected clit, rubbing furiously to catch up with him, legs shivering and cunt clenching.
he groans as he spills inside of you at the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge.
âf-fuck! feels s'good choso.â you cry, cumming so hard you practically milk his cock.
youâre both panting, his body going stiff.
you push at his arm to make him get off of you since he was practically crushing you.
âsorryâ he mumbles, his voice groggy. he reluctantly pulls out of you with a hiss, pulling his boxers back on and collapsing next to you.
âhand me that towel, please?â you point to the pile of clean laundry next to your nightstand, a fresh new towel sitting atop.
âyeah, shit, sorry.â he hands you the towel as you wipe down your inner thighs.
you put your now ruined panties back in place, noticing the way he's staring at you.
"what?" you smile, covering yourself with a throw blanket you keep on your bed.
he just shakes his head in a silent chuckle, plopping down onto the bed next to you. he moves a loose strand of your hair out of your face, finger running down your jaw to your kissed out lips.
your breath hitches at his gentle touch, his thumb dragging down your lower lip.
"nothing i just..." his eyes meet yours, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.
"really like you" he sheepishly admits. you smiled at how cute he is. he just came inside of you and he was still nervous around you. how sweet.
"well i'd sure hope so." you giggle, feeling the dull throb between your legs from a few minutes ago.
it wasn't like your intentions weren't completely innocent upon inviting him here. you always thought the quiet guy in your class was hot.
you thought it was so cute whenever you'd 'accidentally' brush against him and he'd either tense up or his face would turn pink.
"but if it makes you feel better..." you cuddle up next to him, head nuzzling into his shoulder as his strong arm wraps around your waist.
"i really like you too"
you also showed up to class the next day wearing his hoodie that you successfully stole. he acted annoyed, but secretly fucking loved it.
a/n: i'm alive y'all i got my wisdom teeth out so i was not in a mood to write but i'm back!! hope u enjoy! sorry if the ending got a lil cheesy i'm trying to get better at dialogue since i usually just write pure porn.
(in need of jjk prompts i want the men so bad)
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halloscream
was it chan in the hotel with the gun?
warnings đȘ: theyâre both as fucked up as eachother, unprotected sex (i normally dont say anything but PLEASE donât do this with someone you just met), desperation, d/s dynamics, chan is MEAN, degradation, a few lines of daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting, creampie, GUNPLAY
youâve always been a light sleeper. ever since you were young, the faintest rattling of the wind through your window would arise you from your slumber, and tonight is no different. you doubt your intruder had expected you to wake - in fact, the figure stalls next to your bed as your limbs slide over the expensive hotel sheets.
youâre not scared. when your eyes focus, the man is dressed head to toe in black stealth gear, harness gripping those toned muscles that heâs strutting around with. itâs ridiculous, really. only you could have a hot potential murderer in your room in the early hours of the morning.
âhello,â you speak, finally. he tilts his head. heâs got a mask covering the bottom half of his face. it means that you can only see his eyes, but regardless, they narrow. heâs assessing you, and by the way they relax, youâre convinced of one thing - itâs not you heâs looking for. âwho are you?â
he doesnât say anything. you watch him turn to the window, then back to you. when you sit up, the oversized shirt youâre wearing rucks up your thighs. his gaze immediately lands on them. oh.
youâre not new to sex with strangers. this is a little unusual for you though. itâs a feeling that only worsens when you see his fingers wrap around the gun attached to his harness.
okay, youâre a little fucked up. but you canât ignore the dampening of your pussy in your panties, and youâve always made a point of always going for what you want.
âyouâre still gonna kill me?â you question, and if you let the blanket slide down your legs a little more to distract him then thatâs only for you to know. âeven when iâm not who youâre meant to kill. youâre still going to kill me?â
he falters. the hand slides from the object, and when you squint, the streetlights coming through the curtains highlight it just enough for you to know. itâs a pistol. you know that itâs loaded - why wouldnât it be?
âyouâre good at reading people,â his voice is muffled, but you can hear it. he has a thick australian accent, but the pitch is low, almost threatening. it doesnât matter. you know heâs intrigued, and you let your head rest against the headboard, thighs shifting apart just a tiny bit. one arched eyebrow raises, dark eyes fixating on the space between your legs. âby the looks of it, youâre good at seducing people too. is that right?â
âso itâs working?â you let yourself smile, soft but enough to make him shuffle towards you. his boots are heavy, but heâs somehow quiet. experienced, you guess, in whatever you want to call it - being a hitman, assassin, mercy killer? âtell me your name.â
âno,â heâs quicker, knees shuffling against the sheets. his face gets closer to yours, still partially obscured, and you quiver under his gaze. heâs sexy. youâre going to fuck a man that intended on killing you only minutes ago. âi donât need to know yours either.â
âno, you donât,â you agree. heâs situated between your legs now, and you can feel it, the familiar press of a hard, throbbing erection against your cotton clad folds. it makes you grin wider, hands moving down to his belt. he lets you wrangle the black cargos off of toned thighs, pushing them down past his knees, and your hand dips into his boxers to feel him.
the first touch of your fingers against the silky skin of his cock makes him tremble, just barely losing his composure, and the grip you form around his thick shaft is enough to make his hands finally move to you. heâs big, heavy in your hand. two wide palms impatiently shove your shirt up, exposing heaving tits and a trembling tummy, and heâs quick to move them back down to yank your underwear off.
âi donât have long. i have places to be,â he explains, fingertips darting between your folds. youâre wet, of course you are. your folds clack together around his digits, clit peeking out, swollen and throbbing. this entire thing is like something out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. clenching and unclenching, your hole attempts to suck his fingertips in during his inspection, and he grunts in approval. itâs almost funny how quickly he loses his control. âfilthy fucking bitch. how wet can you be for someone like me? a murderer? someone who could- who could kill you at any point?â
âp-put it in,â youâre stammering. he ignores you, two fingers moving up to brush against your clit. you keep messily pumping his cock, feeling it leak into your palm as he only gets harder, shaky breaths exhaling from behind the mask. you moan so loud in response that his eyes crinkle with a smile. âgod, wonât you- wonât you put it in? please, you s-said you donât have long!â
âitâs gonna hurt,â he warns, but his hands leave you to push his black boxers down. your own palms fall to the sheets, thighs spreading far, far apart to allow the man to get where he needs to be. his hand moves to pump his shaft himself, eyes situated on your exposed core. youâre going to let a stranger fuck you unprotected. youâve never felt so dirty, but it makes your pussy clench. âyou want it to hurt, donât you?â
âyes,â you whine, pussy aching. you want nothing more than to reach down and rub circles on your clit until youâre shaking apart around nothing, but the man slaps his cockhead against the bundle of nerves to focus you. you twitch, thigh jolting against his hip. âput it inside, please, please-â
a strong bicep braces next to your head, and his figure crowds into your space once more. he slides his cock down to your hole, wet and soppy and aching, and the tip just barely slides in.
âoh- oh fuck? god, itâs big, so fucking big-â
âd-donât you know anything about being quiet?â heâs affected too, sliding the next few inches in. it makes you jolt again, and he moves to press his hands against your hips. the position change keeps you in place, sure, but it means he pushes inside of you fully, and the pressing of him against your cervix makes you wail. the stretch is almost too much, and you almost wish youâd listened and asked him to prep you beforehand.
you canât help it. your brain is spiraling, and the more you try to squirm and whine and beg, heâs only holding you down firmer. his cock rests inside of you, unmoving. you want it. you want it, and you want so much more, and-
the barrel of his pistol presses against your temple. your eyes widen, and youâre immediately stilled. the metal is cool, and you donât even know when he got it out of his harness, but youâre thankful he did. his finger rests on the trigger.
âwill you stay still now?â his voice is calm, measured. you donât nod, or move, or anything really - this is enough for the man. he starts to rut into you steadily, a slow, deep pace that makes your eyes roll back into your head. âyeah, thatâs it. such a good girl.â
âdoes it f-feel good for you?â you moan, pussy clamping down on his cock. it makes him speed up just enough to let the squelching sounds of your core reverberate around the room, and your cheeks blaze crimson with embarrassment. youâre this wet over a murderer that you just met.
he nods in response to you, making the mask shift lower on his face, exposing his nose. it gives you a clearer vision of what he looks like - dark chocolate eyes, a large nose that juts out proudly, and what you can assume are a plump, soft set of lips. heâs beautiful.
âi-iâm not scared,â you manage to tell him, because honestly, youâre not. he huffs, gun pressing firmer into your head. your pussy gushes around his cock. his pace speeds up, quicker and harder. you want to cum so bad that itâs making tears bite at your eyes.
âreally? youâre not?â he pushes your legs up, lets them fall over the pits of his elbows. it spreads you out, bent almost completely in half, and his cock in your pussy starts to make a wet clacking noise. it only turns you on more, clit throbbing for attention. youâre certain heâd actually shoot you if you moved to touch it.
thereâs a clicking next to your head. heâs cocked the gun, turned the safety off. you moan, hands finally moving to his waist to pull him into you. his pubic bone starts to grind against your clit, the trimmed hairs just the stimulation you need, and you whine and buck upwards into him.
âi could s-shoot you,â he groans, eyebrows furrowed, almost in disbelief. âi could kill you right now. i bet if i pulled the trigger, youâd cum before you died.â
âoh my god!â you squeal, hands still pulling at him. he lets you, crowding further into your space, eyes staring down at the way your pussy lets his cock drill you over and over. itâs too much. his finger braces on the trigger once again, and your nipples brush against the thick material of his all black long sleeve. theyâre so hard it hurts, and you just want to cum - youâre not above throwing a tantrum whether he has a gun or not. you just need a little more. âplease. please, i wanna cum, i wanna cum-â
âcan you cum from this?â itâs a genuine question, and he shifts his hips, moving to pummel that spot deep inside of you. it makes you squeal, pussy gushing steadily around him. itâs almost enough. his hand moves on the gun again. is he going to? âanswer me, fuckinâ whore. can you cum from this? yes or no. itâs not hard.â
he sounds wholly unaffected, and you want to cry. âyes! yes, i can, i can- please, keep going, iâm close, iâm close-â
âawh, baby. youâre close, i know, i can feel it,â his thighs bounce him into you. itâs just quick enough and just hard enough that you feel it building, and youâre almost there. âi can feel that fuckinâ pussy clenching on me, shit. fuck, you- you ready?â
you donât know what youâre agreeing to, but you nod nonetheless, fingers scrabbling at his skin, and then you hear it. he pulls the trigger, and your orgasm ripples through you like an electrocution - your back arches into him, core spraying your release all over the base of his tummy. you think youâve soaked his clothes, but he doesnât seem to mind. as soon as your orgasm is beginning to end, he grips your hips and yanks you towards him, pistoning in and out of your pussy to chase his own release.
once youâre in your right mind, you can understand that he in fact did not kill you. the chamber was empty, and the gun gets discarded to the side of the bed, no longer useful. by the time you come to, the blush has spread higher and higher until itâs visible on the apples of his cheeks, and you know heâs nearly there.
âcum inside of me, please,â you breathe, thighs still trembling. âgive me something to remember you by.â
he huffs, grunts under his breath, and his hips press into you. you can feel the pressure of his balls, and then he spills inside of you, so deep that your toes curl.
you want him to see it. when he pulls out, cock softening, you drag one hand down your body to form a vee around sticky folds. his cum leaks out, albeit slowly, and the man can only stare, cock twitching in interest.
he sniffs, nose twitching. âalright baby, cut the act. channieâs back now.â
you stretch out your limbs. the hotel sheets were just as soft as they were before you and your boyfriend started this little act, and they feel even better on your overheated skin. chan rips the mask off of his face, and immediately surges over you to kiss your face.
âchan-nie-â you giggle, foot kicking. he catches it and wraps your leg around his waist, still trying to catch your lips with his. heâs still got that damn tight shirt on, clinging to his muscles, and well - your pussy creams up a little, and you meet his kiss halfway.
âmm,â he moans, tongue clacking against yours. his breath spills against your lips when he pulls away to speak. âwanted to kiss you all the way through, honey. was it good? everything you imagined?â
âamazing. youâre amazing, daddy,â you murmur, and he smiles, satisfied. âthe gun felt realistic.â
âoh, yeah?â his smile turns almost sinister, and his hands move to your thighs. âwere you scared?â
âmm, a little,â youâre already letting your thighs fall apart. chanâs half hard again. youâre praying that you donât get an extra charge from the hotel after this - the sheets are destroyed. âit is fake, right?â
chan giggles. two knobby fingers breach your glistening hole, down to the knuckle, and you squirm. âobviously, baby. who dâya think i am?â
âi mean, i dunno? it was kinda convincing and- oh, daddy, right there.â
âthatâs it, baby,â his voice is calm, level. âyou donât need to think about it.â
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RERUN ââ Fiyero x fem!reader
author's note; this took longer than expected, i'm sorry! but here we are <3
prompt; "Admit it you missed me." "I certainly missed kicking your ass, if that's what you mean." for Fiyero x Reader? (maybe they knew eachother as kids?)
summary; fiyero's arrival in shiz university had everyone in a frenzy, but especially a certain lady from winkie country
side notes; i'm using a surname for the reader this time but its not an oc, feel free to imagine your own name! (i just didn't wanna use y/n). never read the books, so if i say anything about the vinkus/ winkie country is purely from google searches and maybe even made up by myself idk đ
ââ â. *. â
The newspaper pretty much hit her in the face.
She'd been walking in the courtyard, intending to head back to her dorm to get ready for her classes after an early morning jog. But the newspaper that somehow flew from a stack on one of the tables quite literally smacked her in the face.
She grabbed it with a huff, about to throw it aside. Of course, until the headline of the latest report from The Shiz Gazette caught her eye.
Prince Fiyero Spotted at Shiz!
She read it over and over again. Looked at the picture they'd printed repeatedly. Then she tossed it onto the floor, quite literally stomping over it as she ran back to her dorm.
When was the last time she saw that stupid, handsome prince? They were both younger then. Their separation was mainly because he could never for the life of him keep himself in one school â there was always something he did that had him transferred to a new one.
She'd thought that now she was in Shiz, maybe they wouldn't meet again. After all, it was quite a prestigious school. Maybe his nonchalant, slacking attitude would have him rejected the moment they saw his name.
She was so wrong.
He was here. Fiyero Tigelaar was here. The Winkie Prince. The boy she grew up with. The boy who stole her butterfly clips for no other reason than to make her run in the rain to catch him. The bane of her existence.
She was sure the universe was conspiring against her. The second she'd changed into her uniform, she left her dorm. Admittedly, it wasn't the typical blues that everyone wore. She was one of the few with a different shade; greys and lighter blues instead. She intended to head straight for her first classâ only to find a small crowd gathered outside.
That horse. Oh, she knew the horse. She recognised the bloody horse before she even saw the person.
When someone finally moved their head out of the way, she caught sight of Fiyero Tigelaar himself. He was by the directory board, figuring out the layout of the place. Galinda was there too, no doubt trying to offer some touring services. He turned his head, about to respond to the blonde girl â when his gaze drifted over the girl's shoulder and found a familiar face.
A smile immediately broke on his ridiculously handsome face, his hand raised for a wave. It was as if everyone's attention immediately snapped to her.
She sighed inwardly, her eyes narrowed. The slightest nod was all the acknowledgement she gave him before she turned and trudged off elsewhere, avoiding him at all costs.
She'd heard of his little escapade to the Ozdust Ballroom, bringing quite the group of students with him for a night out in town. Already he was rubbing off on everyone, influencing them into his bad habits.
Fiyero had been in Shiz for a week now, and she'd successfully avoided him. But of course her peace and quiet couldn't last forever. In the back shelves of the library, as she skimmed through the book bindings to find a history book â she was loudly interrupted.
âLady Yarrow.â
She nearly dropped a book with a gasp, startled by the sudden intrusion. Then she was quick to hush the person, spinning on her heels to see Fiyero's smug expression.
âThis is a library,â she pointed out.
âReally? It was introduced to me as the âbookplaceâ,â he hummed, looking around as if it was a new discovery.
She rolled her eyes, inhaling deeply to prevent herself from yelling at him like she used to back when they were in Winkie Country.
âLibrary,â she repeated. âAnd you're meant to be quiet.â
Fiyero grinned, knowing she was getting ticked off already.
âAnd is this ever-present tension a new development? Or have I forgotten how easy you are to rile up?â he teased.
The young girl he knew was always sensitive, took everything to heart. They weren't necessarily best of friends but they weren't enemies either â or so he believed.
âWhy are you here?â she deflected with ease as she turned back to searching for her book.
âI wanted to read.â
âHa!â
âShh, its a library,â he exclaimed in a mock whisper, repeating her earlier words as she shot him an exasperated glare.
âWhy are you in Shiz?â she asked instead, moving on from the topic.
âTransferred from Royal Winkie.â
âKicked out, I believe is the right term.â
âOh so you have been keeping up with me?â he exclaimed, a bit of a giddy grin on his face as tailed her through the shelves.
When she didn't respond, he just skipped his way until he was in front of her. He walked backwards as she moved forward, still looking through the titles.
âI haven't. But you know our parents,â she grumbled.
âAdmit it, princess, you missed me,â he teased, poking at her shoulder.
She swatted his hand away, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He was still as insufferable as ever.
âI certainly missed kicking your ass, if that's what you mean.â
Fiyero chuckled at that, but he persisted anyway. He just kept shadowing her through the library, pestering her with random teases or jokes even until she was leaving. Even then he followed her.
She just couldn't seem to shake him even if she tried.
âPrincess,â he drawled, knowing full well how much she hated when he called her that.
He couldn't help it though â getting on her nerves was his hobby. Not to mention, he hasn't seen her in years.
She ignored him though, continuing to walk through the halls and towards the garden instead. Fiyero knew she was stubborn, but so was he.
âIgnoring me won't make me go away,â he pointed out.
âThrowing a log at you might.â
His laugh was awfully gleeful for someone who just got threatened. When she settled at one of the tables in the garden, she noticed he wasn't directly with her anymore.
Just as she thought she was free of his torment, there was a daffodil suddenly in front of her face. She looked at the hand holding the yellow flower, following it up to see his cheeky and smug face. In a smooth motion, he slid the flower in her hair as an extra accessory.
"You know, I think I'll enjoy wearing you down," he said, before giving her his signature smile and walking away.
Fiyero Tigelaar made it his life mission to bother her at all times from that day onward â letting history repeat itself, as always.
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Randomly assorted headcanons (sfw+nsfw) for randomly assorted characters⊠pt. 2
I have yet to make a pinned post with some sort of navigation/rules guide but I will state in all my posts. Asks and Submissions are always open and if you have trouble with it comment!
Not proofread cause thatâs for the weak đ„°
Characters involved: Gale, Halsin, Karlach
Tags/Forewarnings: AFAB + AMAB genitalia mentions, use of magic to enhance sex, size differences, breeding, general worshipping, oral (receiving + giving), temperature play, fingering, penetration.
Gale
Yâall love pathetic men⊠I support. Anyways⊠Tell me iâm wrong but heâd love to spoil you. We already know he practically worships the ground you walk on. You entered his life full of strife and paved a way for him to have a more hopeful future. His eyes are practically hearts when he gazes upon you. As such, heâd love to buy you and craft you things when he can. Heâd buy you a gorgeous dress/vest/suit and enchant it to your liking. It feels, quite literally, like magic when you wear it. He presses kisses to your ear as he sings about how downright breathtaking you are. You hate the fact that the words make a giggle bubble in your chest.
He holds you at any opportunity he gets. In truth, he cannot fathom that you two are lovers. Heâs been with a goddess before but even she did not compare to you. His pinky grazes yours as you two stand near eachother. When someoneâs back turns, he presses kisses onto your cheek until you forcibly push him away. Which he always uses his puppy eyes as a retaliation to show his hate. Curse those big brown eyes. If youâd let him, heâd be more intimate without being inherently sexual. His hands glide along your skin as he helps you bathe in a nearby river or lake. Occasionally he whispers about how perfect you are to him, inside and out.
Personally, this man is the male version of a wine aunt. Once he feels that he can unwind in the camp without facing repercussions, he likes to get delightfully tipsy. Enough that his skin warms and his tongue loosens. He laughs along with the companions and makes chatter in the quiet camp. If you happen to grace him with your presence, he sings out your name and beckons you forth. To his surprise, you settle next to him on the bedroll and he wraps an arm around your waist. Squeezing you tight as he presses his nose against the pulse in your neck. He murmurs almost incoherently but you can tell from the tone of his voice it was sweet nothings.
When the camp is silent and everyone is asleep, he enjoys the thrill of seeking you out. He finds you in your bedroll and gently shakes you awake, claiming he desires you and cannot sleep. If you are so kind to spare your sleep and indulge him, he promises heâll make it worth your time. You two trail off to somewhere more secluded before he grasps you by the waist and presses his lips onto yours. His lips arenât too rough against yours but pleasantly warm. His fingers dance along your skin, trailing the expanse of your stomach. Suddenly, heâs whispering against your lips. You canât tell if heâs worked you up properly or if heâs genuinely speaking nonsense. Then, a sudden and intense shiver runs through your body. He smirks at you slightly and you cannot help the excitement in your veins.
Youâd nearly forgotten about the strange shiver that encompassed your body until you were on your knees in front of him. His expression held a soft intimacy yet a deep desire. He was anything but pure⊠just so willing for your attention and love. His cock would throb before you in a silent plead for touch. You wrap your hand around the base before wrapping your lips around the tip. He gasps softly at the sensation whilst your eyes widened. As you touched him, there was a tingle in your own loins. It was shockingly intense and you mentally cursed this man for the effect he had on you. Steeling yourself, you began to work on his shaft. Suckling, licking, stroking⊠all while breathy gasps and whimpers escaped his chest. The tingle in your body didnât dissipate- no, it only grew stronger. Thatâs when you gazed up at him in realization. His gaze was knowing and a little dark. The bastard charmed you⊠so that all the pleasure he experienced youâd experience and vice-versa. So that you two were properly intermingled for all the pleasure indulged that night.
He takes a certain pleasure in finding the spots on your body that make you shake and moan. Especially those that arenât explicitly between your thighs. If he finds a spot on your neck, or thighs, or chest that makes you whimper and grasp his hair? Heâs showering it with all his attention and love until itâs practically numb. His beard tickles your skin and causes you to occasionally squirm from the sensation. He wants you as turned on and into him as he is you. You can feel his erection against your thigh as he covers your neck in hickeys. His hips occasionally grinding for some sort of friction as he focused on you. If your hand trails down to his bulge, he grabs it swiftly and holds it beside your head. His lips are swollen and wet from his kisses and his pupils are blown wide. âNot yet, please, Iâm not done. Not ready for this to be over yetâŠâ He whines and gazes at you with a certain twinkle. Who are you to tell him no? Or, maybe thatâs what you want to see?
Halsin
He adores the size difference you two have. He towers over nearly everybody he knows and gotten used to being large. Honestly, it was kind of a nuisance at times. He envied others who could bed anyone without the worry of repercussions. Yet, that is a topic for discussion later down this list. Point said, he loves the feeling you provide in his chest. A protective instinct overwhelms him. No matter how soft, rugged, muscular or chubby you are. He wants to hold you and ensure youâll be safe. The look in his eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to even reach him bending over for a kiss shows the thrill he finds in it. Itâs even better when you two are cuddling and you can rest your body so comfortably ontop of his. Heâll encapsulate his arms around your form and keep you close, enjoying the thrum of your heart as you sleep.
Heâd teach you how to carve wood, if youâd like. It was one of his hobbies and for you to show interest in it only reminds him of how fine a specimen you are. Heâs careful as he teaches you, watchful eyes constantly glancing and staring over your shoulder as your thumbs turn the wood and the knife makes shavings. His hands wrap around yours and guide you when you struggle or use improper technique. His chest slotted against your back as he hums softly, paying no mind to how flustered youâd get. When you finish your first lesson, you both show off the sculptures you made. Heâs thoroughly impressed and praises whatever you decided to carve. Later, you find it on a table in his tent. The sight makes your chest tighten and heart soar. He loves you so utterly deeply.
He craves you so desperately it is almost amusing. Your touch, your voice, your presence. He doesnât outwardly express it but thereâs a certain air around him when you approach. His gaze softens as his chest puffs and he watches you expectantly. Despite all the lovers heâs taken in his years, youâd swear he looks like heâs fallen in love for the first time. Heâs nearly whipped by you. No-one has seemed so enraptured by you before. Each word you speak heâs hung unto, he watches all your movements so closely. Halsin makes sure to wrap you tightly in his hugs. Both to show you that he loves all of you and to remind you of the fact he wishes to protect you. He knows his boundaries and doesnât follow you like a lost puppy⊠but when you seek him of your own accord heâs utterly thrilled.
This man is a breeder. Donât argue with me on it. He seeks all the thrills and pleasures of nature. Regardless of if you can or cannot get pregnant, he stuffs you so full that in your haze you are sure youâll carry his kid. He tries so hard to be gentle with you and to some degree he is. His hands trail your skin softly like you were fine china. Though, he allows himself the pleasure of gripping your curves, dips and muscles. While he holds you so gently, you cannot say the same for where heâs pushing his length into. Itâs vigorous- almost mind-numbing. He groans into your ear shamelessly and with the knowledge you find it attractive. If youâd let him, heâd give into his desires and fill you til he was sure he had nothing else left to give. Heâd pick you up after and bathe you. Washing you of the forest dirt and sweat accumulated on your skin. All while whispering about how he adores you and youâve done so well for him.
We all know heâs a munch/dick eater. Itâs literally confirmed in his sex scene that he immediately goes down on you⊠and for that I will write for.
AFAB. Heâll hook a thigh over his shoulder and press his nose against the bump of your cunt. His tongue lavishes your clit in licks and suckles as his gaze remains heady on yours. If you can even look at him, that is. One hand trails on the leg youâre standing on before teasing your parted lips. He gathers your wetness and pushes a singular finger inside. He watches as your body tenses and relaxes from his ministrations. His tongue does not stop itâs assault. Then itâs two fingers, hooking and searching for the spot that he knows will make you abandon previous care. Once he finds it, youâre crying out to the woods. His large fingers practically abuse your walls as he sucks your clit like a madman. You began to whimper and shake in his hold. His strength became apparent when he pushes your hips against the tree to keep you still. To show that you cannot escape his pleasure and act of love. Pride swells in his chest and he keeps going until youâre shuddering in his hold. The coil in your belly snapping as hands fly down to grasp his hair, hips rocking against his face.
AMAB. Thereâs a smirk that engraves his face when he sees exactly how hard youâd gotten for him. His hands wrap around your thighs as he trails kisses along the skin of your stomach. Then, as soon as you open your mouth to protest, a kiss is placed on the tip. You tense and he begins to show your length some attention. One hand abandons your thigh to favor your sack, gently fondling as his kitten licks and kisses turn into something more intense. Lips wrapping around the head before taking you in one gulp. Your head throws back and your thighs quiver. Either he had tons of experience or you were simply smaller in comparison and he could do it with ease. Either way, the warmth of his throat is nearly overwhelming to your senses. He looks up between your legs when he could, bobbing his head as you began to melt into the pleasure. His nails gently scratched the skin of your thigh while his other continued itâs undivided attention to the sensitive skin of your balls. He continues like this, humming and suctioning around your cock until you either spill down his throat or pull him off of you. Either way, he has a cocky smile on his face as he wipes spit and precum from his lips.
Karlach
She is a very passionate woman. She burns bright, literally and metaphorically, and is a flame that will forever burn by your side. She is especially passionate about her companions and most importantly you. She supports you in nearly every decision you make and if she doesnât agree, she tries to understand anyways. Sheâs loud and speaks so highly of you to those she meets. Almost like a mother showing off her kids accomplishments in life. Sheâd likely be such a good mother if she ever had that opportunity. Until you fix her mechanical heart she supports you with just words and actions. As much as she craves to pull you into her grasp or press her lips on yours, sheâs a ticking bomb and is capable of hurting those. When you do fix it? She can barely keep her hands and lips off you. Ten years of forced abstinence nearly drove her MAD. While she doesnât outright burn you, sheâs so, so warm.
She loves jamming out. Dancing, playing an instrument, singing⊠it gives her an excuse to release her pent up energy. Bard or not, she gives you those puppy eyes and nearly begs you to join her. Sheâll dance with you and wrap her arms around your waist or hold your hand as you two dip and twirl. Her laugh is an angelic sound and any reservations you held melted away in her intense heat and passion. She had a way of lighting the room up and bringing out the best in those around her. You admired her for it. She eventually slows the rhythm between you two and smiles against your skin (hunched over or not). She whispers against you, light and full of emotion. âYou have no idea how thankful I am to have met you. I feel complete.â The breath you take is shaky as her words fill you with such fullness. This tiefling had wormed her way into your heart like the tadpole your mind. Except, this was a worm you wished to keep. You both would do anything for each other and you both knew it.
She absolutely seethes when anyone does you dirty. The girl is quite literally growling when someone hurts you emotionally or physically. Even a wrong look can have her hackles raising and her all pissed. You sometimes have to sit her down and remind her that youâre fine. She assures youâre safe and you appreciate it. After losing so much in her life, the control of her own body and mind, she cannot imagine losing you. Small threats alarm her and she feels guilty that she cannot contain her emotions. This time you assured her that you werenât going anywhere because she was passionate and hot-headed. You two had your own issues⊠and she wants nothing more than to work through them together and be the biggest supporters for each other. She pulls you into a bear hug afterwards, nuzzling against your jaw as her horn tangles in your hair. She plants kisses along the skin til youâre laughing and the air is less tense between you two.
As much as she so UTTERLY wishes to touch you, sheâs so touch deprived. You know that she needs the attention after sheâs had her heart repaired. You lay her down on the ground and trail kisses from her lips down to her throat and to her chest. She watches you with an excitement. It appears as if she was ready to jump out of her skin from the pure joy of being able to enjoy the sensations of flesh once more. You pay extra attention to her breasts and nipples before continuing further down to her navel. At this point, sheâs squirming and whimpering desperately. âCome on, babe. Donât tease me. I need you- so badly..â Her tone was pathetic if anything. There was no true fight or bite in her words. She liked giving her submission to you for once, letting her mind shut down. You wished nothing more than to give her what she deserved after all this time.
Once you finally reach further south, your hands slot around her hips and hold them down as you plant a few kisses against the inner of her thigh. All the teasing between you two was so worth it when you hear the wanton moan escape her lips as your tongue finally met her most sensitive parts. The heat of her cunt was intense- just like the rest of her. It was nearly overwhelming⊠almost burning your tongue. Yet, you ached for that warmth. To finally enjoy her moans and provide her with such pleasure. She has claws in your hair, tugging and tickling your scalp. One hand on her chest as you begin a rhythm with your tongue against her clit. Once she was beginning to properly fall apart against your mouth, you released a hand from her hip and trailed betwixt her lower lips. Your fingers sought her warmth and was pleasantly surprised with how she burned even hotter inside. Truly a creature of the hottest hells. Yet, it didnât quite burn you⊠certainly was a different sensation compared to the crisp air around you. You know that sheâll return this pleasure tenfold to you. Itâs her nature⊠and you couldnât wait til you two were properly intertwined later in the night.
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Mounting Spring Ch. 1.
Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.) Author note: I've had this idea for so long⊠Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success⊠so I decided to do another.
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The papers were passed around the Military board members, each set handed off in tense silence. The roomâs air had cooled quickly as the sun dipped below the horizon, making Leviâs coat, almost too heavy to bear earlier, feel suddenly necessary. The chill seeped through the old walls, hinting that a bit of heating might soon be in order.Â
With methodical precision, Levi slammed the stack of reports against the wooden table to align them perfectly, every edge sharp and in place. He moved aside the sticky notes heâd scribbled on hours before, crossing off the last item on his to-do list with finality. Job done for the dayâÂ
âWell, thatâs it,â he muttered, eager to leave the stale room behind.Â
A pointed clearing of someoneâs throat halted him, making him glance up slowly. Leviâs senses flared; he wasnât done after all. The tension thickened, and the air shifted to something more ominous. His gaze travelled around the table, landing on each board memberâs face. Some looked uncomfortable, others entertained, as if theyâd been anticipating this moment. Hange, seated beside him despite their role as Commander now, avoided his eye, their head lowered in apparent resignation. Recent meetings had seen the appearance of new, vaguely unsettling faces, like Kiyomi's, who now looked across the table with a subtle smile.Â
âCaptain,â Zacklyâs voice rasped as he cleared his throat yet again.Â
âThe dayâs agenda is finished,â Levi stated, irritation biting at his words. The official telegram had detailed the topics to be discussed, all of which theyâd already addressed. Anything beyond that, he knew, was meant to be cleared with the entire board beforehand.Â
âThis was a last-minute matter,â a Military Police officer interjected, though the smirk twitching at his lips betrayed more amusement than urgency.Â
âCaptain,â Zackly called again, knitting his fingers together. âYou know weâve always valued your dedication to Paradis.âÂ
The pause was rehearsed, the words strangely formal, making Leviâs eyes narrow. âWhat the hell is going on?â cutting through the manâs attempt at civility.Â
âLet the Commander finish,â Kiyomi insisted, her voice smooth and elegant, though tinged with a superiority that grated on him.Â
âWe wouldnât have managed to retake Wall Maria without your braveryââÂ
âA lot of people sacrificed themselves for that,â Levi replied sharply, cutting off the praise that felt, at best, patronizing. âIncluding the previous Commander, Erwin. No need to thank me.âÂ
âNevertheless,â Zackly forged on, tiring of the interruptions, âwithout your skill, all those sacrifices might have been in vain. Not only did you dare to fight for Erenâs retrieval from the Female Titan and against the former tyrannical regime, butââÂ
âIt wasnât just me. My squad and the brat over there were in it too.âÂ
The tone of the conversation was growing increasingly uneasy, the excessive praise no longer just annoying him but setting off alarms.Â
âQuite right. You and Mikasa were essential in humanityâs progress,â Kiyomi added, eyeing Levi with a calculating gaze. As her look shifted back to Zackly, Leviâs own attention followed.Â
âWhat we mean to say is⊠even if Paradis positions itself favourably in the new world, more capable individuals like you and Mikasa would be ideal assets for our success.â Zackly straightened in his chair, clearing his throat for the third time, making Levi wonder if the man needed waterâor to finally give up smoking like a chimney. âHave you ever considered marriage, Captain?âÂ
The question hit him like a bucket of ice water. It was so absurd Levi could only scoff. âWhat?âÂ
âHow old are you now?â Zackly continued, feigning casual curiosity. âThirty-three? Thirty-four? A prime age, Iâm sure. And for a high-breed alpha like youââÂ
Behind him, low chuckles began to echo from the MPs, each one making Leviâs grip on the chairâs arm tighten.Â
âThis is a trap.âÂ
âWhatever it is youâre implying, I I suggest you rethink it,â Levi spat, the weight of their words starting to settle.Â
âLetâs be frank,â Kiyomi leaned forward, hands placed firmly on the table. âCaptain, we once thought the Ackermans extinct, only to discover Paradis has not one but two. Even Zeke couldnât deny that meeting you at Shiganshina was... less than pleasant.âÂ
âOf course,â Levi replied dryly. âI beat that monkeyâs ass.âÂ
âExactly.â The dark-haired woman showed no amusement, her voice all business. âTo the point, then: we intend to provide you with a suitable wife to ensure that you bless this island with as many Ackermans as sheâs capable of bearing.âÂ
Levi shot to his feet. âYou must be out of your damned mind if you think Iâd agree to this. Iâm not here to be used as a breeding tool.âÂ
âOh, but you wouldnât be the one doing the birthing,â an MP remarked with a smirk as the rest of the board broke their facades, amusement flashing in their eyes. All but Hange, who looked as if they might vanish into their seat.Â
âYouâre insane,â Levi snarled, preparing to leave, feeling insulted to his core. âYou can use Historia as your political pawn as much as you want, but Iâm not some 17-year-old girl at your disposalââÂ
âThink of it as a service to your country,â Zackly replied coolly.Â
âI serve this island every damned day,â Levi snapped, baring his teeth. With a sharp slap, he pressed his papers against the table and strode toward the door, signaling his utter rejection of the idea.Â
âIf you wonât consider itâŠâ Kiyomi's calm, piercing voice halted him at the door, the threat clear. âThen weâll turn to the only other Ackerman left.âÂ
Levi stilled, staring at the golden knob in his hand, fury boiling in his veins. He wasnât about to fall for this.Â
âMikasa is too valuable to be reduced to a broodmare.âÂ
âSheâs a girl of duty,â Kiyomi replied, a note of satisfaction in her voice. âSomething you seem to lack. And sheâs an alpha. Iâm certain she could bear at least one healthy child before returning to the battlefield.âÂ
Levi clicked his tongue, pushing open the door with disdain. âWho the hell do they think I am?â Hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, he stormed down the royal cityâs military headquarters hallways, curses slipping from his lips. The whole idea was absurd; theyâd lost their minds if they thought heâd even consider it.Â
As Levi stormed down the dim corridor, every step sharp and swift, he couldnât shake the rancor rising within him. The brazenness of it all, to drag him into their twisted ambitions with such flippant disregard for his willâand then to threaten Mikasa. The audacity alone made his fists clench.Â
He barely noticed Hange keeping pace with him until their arm was outstretched, catching him by the shoulder.Â
âLevi,â Hange began softly. Their usual spark was subdued, gaze serious, and voice almost apologetic. âI know youâre furious. I knew this would be hell to hear, but I didnât know how else toââÂ
âSave it.â Levi shrugged their hand off, glowering. âYou knew, didnât you? That they were going to bring this shit up?âÂ
Hange hissed, as if asking them to confessed was almost painful. âYes⊠I knew.âÂ
Levi gritted his teeth, eyes dark with betrayal. âYou agreed to this?â Both of them whispering on the empty cold halls of the building. Â
âI⊠didnât agree,â Hange answered carefully. âBut I was there when the discussion happened. Look, Zackly and the othersââ Hange hesitated, running a hand through their hair. âTheyâre dead set on this idea. They think theyâre planning for a stronger Paradis, and if they think that means Ackerman bloodlinesââÂ
âSave the speech.â Leviâs tone was sharp. âThey can be dead set on whatever they please, but I'd like to see them drag the entire MP battalion if they want to force me into this.âÂ
The past year had hardly been easy on either of them, especially Hange with their new title as Commander. Levi was well aware of thisâyet the sense of betrayal cut deep. âFor fuckâs sake, Hange, you couldâve warned me.âÂ
A tense silence hung between them, until Hange finally sighed and adjusted their glasses, pressing on the bridge of their nose. âYou think I had a say in this? Kiyomi's paying for the entire coastal expansion and the railway. She thought it was a decent idea, and with her money backing it, sheâs got the final word on everything.âÂ
Levi clicked his tongue, crossing his arms in exasperation. âThose bastards in the upper ranks are just itching to get on my last nerve since we changed the policies.âÂ
âLook, I know it soundsâinsane. But maybe⊠if we donât try to protect the future of the island, there wonât be one. And if thereâs a way to keep the Ackerman bloodline alive, maybe thereâs value in thatâŠâÂ
âDonât give me that bloodline nonsense.â Leviâs tone was ice-cold, his gaze sharp. âThis is some harebrained scheme theyâve cooked up. And let me guess: it reeks of Zeke. That bearded bastardâs across the ocean, and heâs still screwing with my life.âÂ
Hange pressed their lips together, saying nothing. The silence was confirmation enough.Â
âThat son of a bitch,â Levi cursed under his breath. âHeâs the one with royal blood, not me.âÂ
Hangeâs lips twitched in something close to sympathy.Â
âWell, since you two are such good friends these days, feel free to let him know he can kiss my ass.âÂ
âLeviâŠâ Hange sighed, not because they disagreed but because Leviâs sense of betrayal cut both ways. They were the last two left of the original veteransâfamily in all but name. It wasnât just an argument; it felt like a wound between them.Â
Convincing Levi? Impossible. But convincing her? That possibility hung in the air, lingering like a storm on the horizon. Levi paced with conviction at first, then with dread. They both knew it, and, worse, Zeke likely knew it too. Mikasa had just turned seventeen, still almost a child, recently visited by someone claiming kinship with her clan. Levi couldnât care less about all the ancestral politics, but he was all too aware of how they worked.Â
âYou can choose whoever you wish for the father,â they had told her, as if it was some generous offer. And, step by step, he watched Mikasaâs face transform from disgust to something akin to acceptance. Perhaps it was because she, too, held a certain pedigree; perhaps she felt duty-bound. He didnât know, and he didnât care what methods they used to sway her.Â
âSheâs smarter than that,â he tried to tell himself.Â
But then he overheard Historia, almost childishly enthusiastic, whispering to Mikasa, âSee? I told youâweâre girls with responsibilities.â The blood drained from his face. If theyâd managed to convince Historia, to make her some kind of pawn in their twisted ambitions, what was stopping them from pulling Mikasa down the same path?Â
âItâs disgusting,â he thought bitterly. âMaybe this is how those classist bastards operate. They talk little girls into this like theyâre just trading dolls for something more âexciting.ââÂ
That night, back in his office, Levi was a restless storm, pacing the room with his suit jacket hanging loose, fingers curled around his glass of whiskey, his movements sharp and frustrated. The glow of his cigarette flared in the dark room as he took a deep drag, gritting his teeth.Â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.âÂ
Slouched in his chair, forearm draped over his eyes, his mind circled back to Mikasaâs hesitant, almost innocent blushâher teenage imagination painting a faint, rosy tint over whatever twisted future she thought she might face. And in his mind, as if staring him down, were Erenâs haunted eyes, that deadened look of someone who already knew more than he could say. Maybe the brat already knew Levi wouldnât let it happen.Â
âSheâs a damn kid,â he muttered. The thought of Mikasa shouldering this burden felt like a betrayal of his own values.Â
Though technically, she was not much younger than many girls whoâd borne children before. But this felt different, disturbingâ He let out a humourless chuckle, as a man that waits for getting hang. âThose bastards knew⊠I wouldnât let them ruin her life like that.âÂ
And like a cursed prophecy that tightened its grip the more one tried to escape it, Levi found himself back in that same damned office, slouched in his chair as if seated at a poker table. Bargaining his future.Â
Levi sat stiffly across from the military board, his expression a blend of frustration and disgust as they spoke. Zackly lounged in his chair, lazily smoking as the other officials presented folders adorned with detailed painted portraits, lists of family properties, and who knows what else. As they laid the offers on the table, a random thought clouded Leviâs mind: It feels like searching for a button that matches at the notions store.Â
He was reminded of long strips of fabric with various buttons sewn onto them, each one a potential fit. âMany of the noble families are eager to show their loyalty to the new government,â one officer stated with a practiced calmness. âSome have offered up alliances in exchange for the return of their territories and titles. This includes a number of unclaimed young omegas. Youâll have ample choices.âÂ
Leviâs jaw clenched. He knew they expected him to appear grateful for the options lined up before him, as if he were selecting a new weapon. Instead, he leaned back, crossing his arms tightly. âIâll be imposing some conditions.âÂ
They paused, exchanging glances. âNaturally, Captain,â one of the men replied, steepling his fingers.Â
âNo fancy bullshit,â Levi declared. âThe wedding will be plain. Just a civil ceremony. I have no intention of making a spectacle out of this.âÂ
The room fell silent, the officers exchanging looks that spoke volumes. One of them cleared his throat, hesitating before responding. âCaptain, you should considerââÂ
âIâm not considering anything,â Levi interrupted, his tone sharper than before. âThis is a plain arrangement, and it will remain exactly that. I donât need fanfare or ceremoniesâjust a quiet signing of papers.âÂ
The officers shifted uncomfortably, their discomfort palpable as they struggled to reconcile Leviâs cold practicality with their expectations. âThink of the girl. Many young omegas dream of their wedding day, waiting for it their whole lives. Itâsââ a female alpha soldier attempted to be the voice of reason, but Levi was clearly listening to none of it.Â
âNo buts,â Levi said, his patience wearing thin. âIf Iâm going to go through with this ridiculous arrangement, it will be on my terms. Iâm not dragging this girl through some overblown ceremony when neither of us wants to be there.âÂ
With a loud sigh, Levi lifted himself slightly from his seat to grab the portfolios. He barely looked at them, frowning deeply. âDonât you have pictures where they lookâ I donât knowâhuman?â he spat out sarcastically, noting how overly produced their painted portraits appeared.Â
âThatâs whatâs in fashion,â one officer muttered defensively.Â
Groaning in disinterest, Levi rolled his eyes. âNobles and their weird tastes.â But as he turned the next page to examine the descriptions, it was as if the world had tilted off its axis. âSixteen,â he muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. He looked up, venom lacing his words. âYouâre offering me sixteen-year-old girls? Girls who could be my damn daughters?âÂ
âItâs common, you knowââÂ
âI donât care whatâs common. Twenty-five,â Levi interjected. âAt least twenty-five. Iâm not getting tied to a child.âÂ
âCome on,â an exhausted soldier exclaimed, âsome are seventeen, eighteenââÂ
âTwenty-five,â Levi snapped, his eyes blazing. âIâm not interested in any of this unless you bring me someone who isnât still in their childhood.âÂ
âBe realistic,â Zackly finally spoke up, looking weary and disinterested. âHow many omegas do you know that arenât claimed by twenty-five?âÂ
âFuck if I know; thatâs your job to find out, not mine.â Leviâs anger flared, echoing in the sterile room. âWerenât you the one telling me to think of the girl? Donât you think of her?âÂ
âWhy? Are you planning on hurting her?â Zackly questioned, raising an eyebrow.Â
âFuck no.âÂ
âThen Iâm not concerned. Choose one and stop being a pain in the ass.âÂ
It was clear they were not going to reach any middle ground like this. Amid the hastily scribbled notes, he noticed a name: Y/N, age twenty-one. He pointed decisively at the line, cutting through the cacophony of voices. âThat one.âÂ
There was no picture, no descriptionânothing. Perhaps it should have raised suspicions, but Levi was too tired for this cheap drama.Â
âWhy her?â one member scoffed, glancing at the paper. âWe have better offers on the table.âÂ
Levi didnât hesitate. âSheâs the oldest.â He placed both hands on the table, pushing himself upward. He had made up his mind the night before; he just needed this to be over. Striding toward the door, he exited without allowing anyone to stop him. As he walked out of the conference room, he could hear the murmurs behind him.Â
As the door shut firmly, one of the cadets held the papers against his chest, confusion written all over his face. Slowly, he turned to the higher-ranking officer. âShouldnât we tell him that sheâs scheduled to marry this weekend to her childhood fiancĂ©?âÂ
Zackly chuckled, flicking the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray. Between coughs, he said, âOh well, he can find out from her once theyâre both married. Itâs no longer my problem.âÂ
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I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. (ìíìŽí)
synopsis: doing skincare/cozy stuff with bf!enhypen warnings đš tooth rotting fluff, skinship, petnames, and kissing.
(Hyung line)
Nova notes: HIHI âŁïž this was based on this request. I will probably do a whole one for Ni-ki later, and also probably Heeseung because I cannot resist writing fluff for this man. Maknae line here.
Heeseung (íŹìč)
You were sat on the bathroom counter with Heeseung in between your legs, hands on your thigh, rubbing up and down gently, watching you with heart eyes while you apply moisturiser on his face. "Stop looking at me like that." You said shyly, his gaze making your face heat up. "Why? You're pretty." He stated, his gaze not wavering from your ethereal face. Your smile widens as you feel Heesueng leaning closer to your touch. "Everyday I'm shocked that you're my girlfriend, because omg, you're fucking gorgeous." He whispered, relishing in the feeling of your warm hand. You roll eyes, trying to hide your flustered face, but that's impossible when he is looking at you like THAT. He chuckles slightly and turns his head, kissing your palm lovingly.
Jay (ì ì±)
You were having a tough week as it was midterms season. Constant studying, endless stressing, and a ruined sleep schedule that had Jay ruining his aswell. Jay knew that one of the ways to help you ease the stress, besides his cooking, is simply taking care of you. "Baby, I'm fine really. I just need to sleep." You said as Jay placed you on the bathroom counter and stood in between your legs, having your entire night care routine out beside you. "Yeah, and you also need some me love. So I'm giving you some." He said softly as he picked up the cleanser. He gently wet your face with a damp towel and began rubbing the cleanser all over your. You can feel your eyes getting heavier with every warm touch against your skin. Jay chuckled as he took in your drowsy figure, feeling his heart warm up with an overwhelming amount of love. "I hate seeing you this stressed, baby, you know that?" He said softly as he was caressing your face tenderly. "Blame the school system." You said, voice low with sleep and exhaustion. Jay sighed as he walked you to the he'd and completed your skincare while your sleeping soundly on the bed. "Sleep well, princess."
Jake (ìŹì€)
You and him were sat opposite to eachother on your shared bed with a variety of different colors of nail polish. "Okay, so, what color do you want, baby?" Jake asked, assessing each color individually. "I don't really know. You choose for me." You said with a cheeky smile. Jake smiled, looking up at you with eyes full of stars. "Oh, I've been waiting for this day. Okay, I will not disappoint you." He paused then gasped again, "Should I make you a design?" He asked with huge puppy eyes. You nodded, sharing the same enthusiasm. He picked up the baby pink and the pearly white nail polish and began painting your nails while talking with you about everything and nothing. After an hour or so, Jake finished with an excited clap. "Okay, I put my heart, sweat, and tears into this. I hope you like it." He said as you brought your hands up to see his masterpiece. Eyes lighting up with adoration, "omg, jake I love this! I will never take it off." You said, throwing your arms around him and peppering kisses all over his face. His and your giggles filled the room, love swirling in the dim room.
Sunghoon (ì±í)
"What's that for?" That was the question Sunghoon has been asking everytime you put a different product on his face. Now you were doing face masks. "This is a hydration face mask." You said simply, standing on your tip-toes to place the sheet mask over his flawless face. His hands unconsciously finding its way to your waist, holding you gently yet protectively. "And what's the one you have on your face?" He asked, mumbling from the face mask, afraid of disturbing you while you're patting it down. "It's the same thing just a different color." You explained, pushing his soft bangs away to smooth the mask down on his forehead. He hummed as he began rubbing your waist up and down, filling your stomach with butterflies. "Now we wait 20 minutes." You said, standing back at your original height. "I have some ideas that can fill those 20 minutes." He smirked down at you as you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips slightly that eventually led to a 20 minute make out session.
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NSFW! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader
This is purely self-indulgent smuttiness for Kurt, because sometimes cuteness aggression surfaces as really wanting to suck a man's dick. I know we haven't actually seen him in the 97' show yet, but I couldn't help myself. Think of this as a mixture between show Kurt and Comic Kurt. Or imagine any Kurt really.
Tw: MDNI!!!! Oral, slight cursing. Reader was pictured as AFAB while writing but no specific genitals or pronouns are mentioned.
Trying to relax in the X mansion was near impossible. There's always some event, some drama or loudness taking place. Living with gambit was hard enough with the explosions and shit, but after Jubilee moved inâŠ
There was just no Peace in this house. Even though you wouldn't trade it for the world, there wasn't exactly any "me" time, If you catch my drift. It was ridiculously hard to find time for yourself, leaving you a bit more pent up than normal.
On top of that, there was almost always some sexual tension in the house. Rogue and gambit, Jean and Scott. Morph. Literally just Morph, and their innuendos. It was hard enough to see Rogue and Remy tip-toe around eachother, But Jean and Scott? You can't remember a time they weren't sneaking off together to get laid.
All this had left you ridiculous stiff. No free time, surrounded by the adult equivalent of horny teens, it was taking a toll on you. When Kurt came back to the mansion, you were over the moon to see him.
You loved your boyfriend so incredibly much, but never before had you been thinking such sinful thoughts about him. You'd steel glances of his toned arms when he'd hand you something. Glance at his ass when he walked by. Hell, just his smile and laugh would get you going.
He was just so cute. He's loving, and caring, and kind. You felt so lucky to be with him, but that didn't change the fact that you wanted to jump his bones, bad. You wanted to suck this man dry, and as embarrassed you are to admit it, you didn't hesitate to. The moment you finally had him in your bed, you knew you were going to give this man the best head of his life.
âYou want to-?â Kurtâs breath hitches, the faint pupils in his yellow eyes dilating. His adam's apple bobbs as he looks away from your heated gaze and sets his eyes on your hands, idly stroking down his soft abdomen. You lean down to kiss him again, tenderly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tail swaying back and forth on the bed. It takes a moment for you to be able to focus enough to get back on task.
âPlease, Kurt.â You beg, breaking the kiss with him. He chases after your lips, and the action is so cute you can't help but kiss him again, and again. You kiss the corner of his mouth, before kissing the crook of his neck, and then his collarbone, dragging your teeth across the velvety blue skin. His soft moans are music to your ears as your hands drag lower, gently cupping the bulge that had started to grow. The air catches in his chest, but you don't tease him for long, moving your hands up and down his chest once again. His tail wraps around one of your wrists.
âAre you sure?â Kurt asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. You can help but lean into the touch with a sigh, mouth watering at the prospect of having him against your tongue. You smile at him, scoffing just lightly.
âOf course I am, silly.â The words come out breathlessly. âWhy wouldn't I be?â You trail kisses lower, paying special attention to the curly hair of his happy trail as you softly run your fingers across his skin. Kurt swallows, letting out a quiet whine as you start to slide his sweatpants down to free his cock.
â âJust⊠Don't want you to feel like you have to, Schatz- Hng..â He lets out a choaked groan as you start to press kisses along his inner thighs as you remove the pants completely. You giggle a little, aiming to make him moan just a little louder as you start to stroke and kiss along his length.
âBelieve me, love, I wouldn't be begging for it if I did.â You respond. Kurt opens his mouth to speak again, only to cut himself off with a sharp âAh!â as you take the head of his cock into your mouth and start to suck. The end of his tail twitches, still wrapped around your wrist, and he chuckles.
âThat was a dirty trick,â He says, reaching down to move the hair out of your face. You hum in appreciation as his hand gathers your locks, holding the hair back so he can see you better. You reward him by taking more of him into your mouth, reveling in the noises you receive in return. His skin is smooth and soft, and you find yourself appreciating every inch of him you can fit in your mouth.
You're doing your very best to give him exactly the kind of head he deserves for being so sweet and loving and caring. You think about the chores he's done without asking since he's been back as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The book he brought you as a souvenir as you glide back down, nosing the dark blue patch of curls. God- he was just the most perfect man you had ever met, and you were determined to reward him for that.
âScheisse- I⊠Liebe, I'm going toâŠah!â Kurt begins to writhe underneath you, and it gives you the best satisfaction when you open your eyes to see his face contorted in the throes of pleasure. You savor the taste of his skin as he begins to twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens around your hair, he free hand opening and clenching as he scrambles for purchase on the bed. You take hold of it, lacing your hands together as best you can just in time for him to reach his peak.
You never really liked the taste or texture of cum, but for Kurt, You'd swallow every drop he gives you. You work him through his high as he squeezes your hand, moaning at the sensation. His moans turn to whines as he becomes sensitive, his tail unwinding Itself from your wrist. You can tell just by looking at it that it might bruise, but you wouldn't dare tell him that.
His grip loosens on your hair as you pull away from him. His yellow eyes are teary and his muscles are relaxed and boneless, but that doesn't stop him from sitting up a little and sliding his hand behind the nape of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. His kisses are loving and passionate, they leave you breathless when he pulls away. Kurt licks his lips as he takes you in, chest heaving. You can only imagine how you look with messy hair and swollen, spit stained lips, but there's nothing but adoration in his eyes.
âI love you.â He says, after a moment of silence. âI'm in love with you. You know this, Ja?â His other arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. You can't wipe the smile off your face as you lean in, resting your forehead against his own, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose.
âI do. I promise.â You reply. Kurt grins, and you can briefly hear the sound of his tail swishing in a way you know means he's thinking about doing something mischievous, and the next thing you know, there's a *Bamf!* as you fall into where he was once sitting on the bed. You have the slightest moment of confusion before Kurt is behind you. He grabs hold of you, leaning back to make you fall backwards into him with your back against his bare chest. He presses kisses along your neck and maneuvers you into his lap. Your legs are hooked over his own, his knees widening the space between your thighs as his hands trail so close to where you want him to be.
âPlease, let me return the favor, my love.â
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holaa i got request that like 7 mins vids of chris and reader being in love but they are bsf like some fan did vid showing moments chris and reader do that shows their love to eachother
hope you like it!! <3
also, i think i've seen a similar story somewhere, so credits to the original
7 Minutes of Chris and Y/N Being in Love â” Chris Sturniolo
You stumbled upon the video late one night, alone in your room with the glow of your phone casting soft shadows across the walls. It was titled â7 Minutes of Chris and Y/N Being in Love But Not Admitting Itâ, posted by one of the Sturniolo Tripletsâ most dedicated fans. Curious, you clicked on it, not quite ready for the trip down memory lane.
The video started with a soft piano tune, and each moment was introduced by a little title. You held your breath as the first clip began.
1. âThe Hoodie Thingâ
The video opened with a scene from a casual vlog, probably from a random day where the four of you had just been hanging out. The camera was set up on the counter, capturing Chris as he talked animatedly about something or another. In the middle of his story, he looked over and spotted you wrapped up in his hoodie. You saw his mouth twitch in that familiar way as he tried to keep his composure, but his cheeks betrayed him, turning just a bit pink.
âIs that mine?â he asked, pretending to be annoyed, though the sparkle in his eyes told a different story.
You shrugged, smiling as you hugged the hoodie tighter. âYou left it here. Finders, keepers.â
The fan had zoomed in on his face just then, catching the soft expression he wore as he looked at you, that look he always gave when he thought you werenât watching.
2. âThe Arm Thingâ
The next clip was from one of their prank videos, where Nick had decided to try scaring you by hiding behind the door. The plan went off without a hitch; youâd jumped in fright, letting out a little squeal. The moment Chris heard it, he stepped in close, putting an arm around your shoulders, almost instinctively, like a protective reflex.
âAre you okay?â he asked, not even giving Nick the satisfaction of a laugh.
You laughed, brushing it off, but Chris kept his arm around you for the rest of the video. The fan had added a heart overlay on that moment, making it all the more obvious to anyone watching that this wasnât just a casual gesture. It was his way of telling you, without words, that heâd always be there to protect you.
3. âThe Way He Looks At Herâ
This cutscene played moments from several videos stitched together: every time Chrisâs gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary, his eyes softening, or the way his face would light up whenever you walked into the room.
One clip was from a road trip vlog where Nick had asked you a question, and youâd gone off on a tangent, laughing at your own story. The fan had slowed down the footage as Chris watched you, his smile widening with every word you spoke. Theyâd even added text overlay: Look at the way he smiles at her.
And there it wasâthat undeniable, heart-melting look that said so much more than words ever could.
4. âThe Hand Thingâ
The screen faded to another clip, this time from a Q&A the triplets had done with you sitting behind Chris. Heâd been laughing at something Matt said, his hand reaching back to rest on yours almost absentmindedly. Youâd barely registered it, but the fans clearly had, picking up on the way his fingers subtly intertwined with yours.
At one point, you noticed and looked down, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. But Chris didnât pull away; he just squeezed your hand gently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The fan had zoomed in here, highlighting the way his thumb rubbed small circles on your hand, creating a moment that had clearly been noticed by everyone but you two.
5. âLittle Things He Remembersâ
This section showed clips where Chris would mention something small about you, things you didnât even realize heâd picked up on. In one of the videos, youâd talked about a favorite candy that you hadnât had in years, and a month later, in a different video, Chris had surprised you with it.
Your face had lit up, and the fan had looped Chrisâs shy smile when he saw your reaction. Then came another clip from a Christmas gift exchange vlog, where heâd somehow known exactly what to get youâa rare vinyl record youâd been looking for forever.
As you hugged him in gratitude, the fan captioned it: he remembers the little things.
6. âThe Almost Kissâ
This was the clip that made you catch your breath. It was from a few weeks back, a late night when you and Chris had been filming a random vlog in his room. Heâd been teasing you about something, and youâd leaned in to swat his shoulder, both of you laughing.
But then there was that momentâa pauseâwhere your faces were just inches apart, his gaze locked on yours, and everything had gone quiet. You could almost feel the unspoken words hanging in the air, the what if.
The fan had zoomed in, adding a soft overlay to heighten the tension, and you watched yourself look up at him, eyes wide, both of you caught in that heart-stopping second. His face had softened, and heâd opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but then heâd pulled away, laughing to break the tension.
The screen faded to black as the fan added one final caption: maybe one day.
You stared at the end screen, your heart racing. Youâd felt all those moments before, lingering on the edges of your friendship with Chris, but seeing them compiled like this left you breathless. Your mind raced back to that last clip, to the almost kiss. What would have happened if he hadnât laughed it off? If you hadnât pulled away?
Just as you were lost in thought, your phone buzzed with a text from Chris.
Chris: Yo, did you see this vid someone made of us? LMAO they really think weâre in love or something đ
You felt a rush of nerves, unsure of how to respond.
You: Haha yeah, just saw it⊠itâs kinda cute though, donât you think?
There was a pause, longer than usual, and you held your breath, waiting.
Chris: Yeah⊠kinda cute.
Chris: Listen, about that one clip⊠you know the one Iâm talking about, right?
You: Yeah. I know.
Chris: What if I said I wasnât just acting for the camera?
Your heart skipped a beat. You could almost picture him, staring down at his phone, wondering if heâd said too much. But something told you it was time to finally say the words that had been on the tip of your tongue for years.
You: Then Iâd say⊠me neither.
It was a simple exchange, a confession years in the making, and yet somehow, that was all it took.
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Thinking about (lovesick) Hiori Yo keeping a diary.
His parents have always been emotionally unavaible. For them, Hiori was nothing more nothing less than an experiment, the one destined to be what they've always wanted to be and yet never managed to acomplish: someone who wears the title of being "the best in the world".
He also didn't have much (if any) friends. All his time was dedicated to football practice, so the only people he talked to (aside from his parents) were his teammates. And they were nice, sure, but they were not his friends. They were more like acquaintances. The only one he could really call a friend was one of his teammates, Karasu Tabito, and even so he still didn't feel comfortable enough talking to him about the complex thoughts he had.
Because of that, he's never had anyone to talk with. No one to confide about his feelings and emotions. No one to talk about how he wanted to leave his home house (that place didn't feel like a home). How his parents fucked up his sanity. How he didn't really like football that much.
He couldn't keep all these things inside his head anymore. He needed to pour these feelings out. That's why he decided to start a diary.
Grabbing an old notebook and one of those common blue pens, he started writing. The diary was his most treasured possession. It stayed locked inside his bedside table, being away from all of the prying eyes.
Writing felt good. He wrote about his strained relationship with his parents. About soccer practices. About gaming tips. About pretty much everything.
His thoughts about many different themes were written there. That's why his journal didn't really have a specific theme.
Well, at least in the beggining it didn't have.
Because ever since a month or so, all the pages on his diary began to revolve around a girl. You.
He met you during a rather boring math class. The teacher was rambling on and on about algebrics or whatever, and time seemed to freeze because of how utterly shitty the endless class seemed.
"His explanation sucks, doesn't it?"
He heard a female voice coming from beside him. When he turned to the direction of the sound, he saw the prettiest girl he had ever met.
Her hair framed her face perfectly, it's color matching her eyes in the most beautiful way Yo had ever seen. The smile she had on her face seemed to shine, and Hiori found himself smiling back, too.
"Yeah" he sighed, then looked back at the teacher
"I just wish the old hag would shut up"
"I wish he would just shut up"
They spoke at the same time.
Looking at eachother, they both began to laugh. Hard. Clutching your stomach and tearing up kind of laugh. Snorting like a pig laugh. Wheezing. Hitting the table with your fist to try and stop with the loud laughing, but being phisically incapable of stopping.
"Hiori Yo and (Name) (Lastname). Do you want to share with the class what made you laugh so hard? I'm sure they want to laugh to."
"N-No, mister. We're sorry. We-We'll stop" you answered, still trying to stiffle your laugh
"Do not interrupt my class again, or else I'll send you both to the principal's office"
"Okay sir." Hiori answered, not believing a word the teacher said but still a little scared to have his parents find out he went to the principal's office
"Hiori Yo, huh?" You said "It suits you"
"Thank you, miss (Name) (Lastname)." Hiori smirked "Your name is very pretty. It also suits you"
"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" You smirked, a mischevious and playful glint on your eyes.
"N-no!" Hiori blushed hard, averting your gaze. His accent got stronger like it always did when he became nervous, and he was quick to correct himself "I-I mean, yes! You're very pretty! B-but I didn't mean to say t-that. Not that you're not pretty! Is just that..."
He was interrupted by the sound of your laugh mixed with the bell signalizing the end of the school day. It's obnoxious sound was such a contrast from your sweet, honey-like melodic laugh.
"Don't worry, I was just teasing you!" You smiled at him, grabbing your backpack and getting up "Well, see you on the next advanced math period, mister Hiori Yo"
You then quickly left, leaving behind a red and speechless Hiori.
He has been obsessed in love with you ever since. He wanted to be with you all of the time, no exceptions. You were just so nice! It seemed like his problems disappeared when you were near. Life seemed brighter, and even his parents noticed the change in his behavior. He was more carefree, happier, lighter.
And never once did he forget to write in his diary. In fact, he wrote about you so much he decided to rip the pages about his parents and other things and make the journal solely based on you.
He wrote about the dates he wanted to go to with you. Wrote about how he wanted to hold hands with you, kiss you till you're both breathless, stargaze with you, game with you. Do basically everything with you.
He detailed how he wanted to confess to you: you would both be in a park, having a picnic, when he would suddenly pull a bouquet from his backpack and put his feelings on the table, making it clear he viewed you as more than a friend. And then you'd laugh and say you like him too, making fun of his strong accent and how much effect you had over him.
Not that he'd mind. As long as your attention was on him, you could humilliate him all you want. He was pathetic.
He even wrote about your wedding, the petunias he wanted to give you and how Hiori (Name) had such a nice ring to it.
He wrote everything in his diary. And that was his fatal flaw.
Because he also wrote about how he wanted to spend his practice time with you. How he wanted to give up on soccer and move in with you to a house on the countryside, just you and him. How he sometimes skipped practices just to go out with you.
"Mom? Dad?"
He would never have thought that, one day, he would forget to lock the diary up. And who would've guessed it would fall in the hands of his parents, who have no idea of privacy.
"Yo, we need to talk about this"
When Hiori saw the notebook in his dad's hand, he swallowed dry. He felt like crying just by imagining what they wanted to discuss about.
Maybe they didn't read it. Yeah, maybe they still respected their son, at least a little bit.
"W-what? How did you..."
"It was on your bed." His mom answered, a stern expression on her face "me and your father came to an agreement after reading it, and..."
"You read it?!" Hiori was furious and sad at the same time. Not surprised, no. He knew they would've done this. "You can't do this! My personal thoughts are in there! It's my diary! You're invading my privacy!"
"Bullshit. Teenagers do not have nor need privacy" his father cut him off "Whatever. What matters is that we read about that (Name) girl. And we've decided..."
No. He can say anything but what he thinks they're bout to say. He can't handle that.
"We don't want you around that girl anymore. She's getting in the way of your football practices. That's why...
We're moving you to a different school."
No...
No.
NO!
"No she's not!" Hiori screamed, pleaded. He wished that for once his parents would listen to him, think about his feelings at least one time. "I love her! I swear I'll do double the practice! Just, please. Please don't do this" his voice was wavering. He was weak. "Please don't keep her away from me. Please."
"We do this cause we know what's best for you. We're your parents. We know you better than yourself." His mom tried to reason.
"No you don't!" Hiori screamed "She's the best thing that has ever happened to me! You can't do this to me! You can't decide these things in my behalf!"
"We're your parents. We can and we did. End of discussion." His dad gritted out, not an ounce of empathy in his face. "And we also decided you're not keeping a diary anymore. We don't want you hiding things from us."
With a swift move, he threw the notebook inside the fireplace.
"NO!" Hiori screamed, running to collect the ashes and try to save the diary, but it was already too late.
In his knees in front of the fire, Hiori cried. The flames were dancing around as if mocking his sadness, laughing at his disgrace.
He stayed there for so long he lost track of time. His parents were no longer in the room, deciding to finally give their son space. But he didn't want space.
He wanted you.
He stayed motionless until the last flame was unstinguished. And when it finally was, so was his hope for a better future. A future without his parents playing with the strings of his life all the time, treating him like a puppet. A future with no pain.
A future with you.
And so, a single page that survived flew and fell in front of him.
He picked it up.
Dear diary,
I think I can make up with my parents. I didn't told her about the whole situation since I don't want to burden her, but from what she heard, (Name) said we just need to talk. And maybe she's right. Maybe they'll like her just as much as I do, and we can be a big happy family. She makes me feel like everything is possible. I'm sure I love her, and I want to spend all my time by her side...
He couldn't read it anymore.
With a scream, Hiori tore the page apart.
~A/N: Sorry anon, idk how to write angst âčïž
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"i told you i donât care about that ravenclaw guy, he was just asking me about a potions assignment," you snapped, the frustration of your argument with mattheo finally reaching its peak. your boyfriend had found you talking to another boy in the great hall this morning, and he hadnât let it go since, making you the main target of his pent up anger.
"well, i care! i care that my girlfriend was being all giggly with some guy in front of everyone, and i care even more that youâre brushing it off like itâs nothing!" he shouted back, running his hand through his brunette curls in frustration. you knew mattheoâs short temper well, how his mental health and past trauma affected his ability to express emotions, but he rarely lashed out at you like this. today had been different, and youâd sensed it the moment you saw that flicker of harshness in his usual soft brown eyes.
you sighed, trying to explain yourself calmly and hoping to ease his anger before things escalated, silently aware that it wouldnât change anything. "look, i understand how you must be feeling right now, butâ" he cut you off, his voice sharp and unyielding.
âno, you donât ! stop playing therapist all the time. you donât get it, and youâre never fucking going to." his words were harsh, and you tried not to let it get to your head, knowing he wasnât thinking clearly. you braced yourself for what might come next, knowing he was too far gone to appreciate your gentleness. "maybe if you werenât always trying to fix me, it would be easier. not my fault youâre oversensitive and canât take anything !"
that was the breaking point. heâd crossed a line, and he didnât even seem to care. mattheo knew how much you hated being yelled at, how it made you feel small and vulnerable, and yet, today he hadnât held back. deep down, you knew the reason : he hated how much power you had over him, how easily you could mess with his heart. in this entire school, you were the only one who dared to stand up to mattheo riddle, to tell him the truth even when it hurt. it was why your relationship worked, but also why you ended up having those arguments so often.
something shifted in your gaze, and he noticed it : the tiny spark of pain mixed with the tears welling up in your eyes. you whispered pleadingly, "donât yell at me like that, i canât do this." your voice was small, but the impact was immediate. the anger faded away from his eyes, when he remembered you telling him the reason why you couldnât stand shouting. he realised heâd just reenacted the past trauma you had told him about and his lips curved into a barely-there frown. you saw the regret settling in his expression.
"i know⊠i took it too far. i shouldnât have." his voice was softer now, the anger draining from his features. you didnât move or say anything, still reeling from the sting of his words. mattheo took a hesitant step towards you, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mixture of guilt and desperation. he hesitated, he saw the hurt heâd caused, the way your body tensed as if waiting for more. he hated himself for letting his temper get the better of him, for hurting the one person who had always stood by him.
âbaby, pleaseâŠâ he said softly, his voice trembling slightly as he took another step towards you. he reached out, but you instinctively flinched, and he froze, the guilt getting to him. you turned away, swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. âmattheo, you know i care about you more than anything, but i canât keep doing this. you canât keep lashing out at me every time youâre upset. itâs not fair.â
âi know,â he whispered, his voice thick with regret. âi just⊠i donât know how to deal with it sometimes. i get so scared of losing you that i get jealous and push you away. itâs messed up, i know that.â you finally looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes, the vulnerability he so rarely showed. it was the side of mattheo that made you fall for him, the boy beneath the act who just wanted to be loved and understood. but that didnât make the hurt disappear.
âiâm not going anywhere,â you said, your voice steady but soft as you tried to comfort him. âbut i need you to be with me in this, mattheo. i canât be the only one trying to fix it.â he nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek, though he quickly wiped it away. âi promise, iâll do better. i donât want to lose you. youâre the only good thing i have.â
the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache. you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, and then slowly closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. his arms enveloped you immediately, holding you tight as if you might slip away. you had never seen him cry before but that single tear on his cheek was enough to make you forget what had just happened
âiâm sorry,â he murmured into your hair, his voice muffled but heartfelt. âiâll work on it, i swear.â you nodded against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow as he calmed down. âi know you will. just⊠talk to me next time, okay? before it gets to this point.â
âi will,â he promised, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. âi love you, and iâm not going to let my stupid temper ruin what we have.â you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a small, forgiving smile. âi love you too, mattheo. just⊠no more yelling, okay?â he nodded frantically, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. âno more yelling. iâll keep that in check.â
you both stood there for a moment, just holding each other, letting the tension melt away. the storm had passed, and in its place was a new sense of understanding and commitment. mattheo might not be perfect, but neither were you, and that was okay. as long as you faced your flaws together, there was nothing you couldnât overcome.
âbut you have to promise me not to let anyone get too close to youâ he finally said, his voice lighter, almost playful. âand besides, youâre only supposed to laugh at my jokes.â
you smiled, chuckling. âhe didnât stand a single chance.â whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew youâd face them together, and that was all that mattered.
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