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traumxrei-archive · 3 years ago

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hello! can i request #9 and jade for the special, um, 666 followers event LOL. if the slots are already full, can i request jade for #8 instead? thank you so much!

【 passing time in your arms 】

prompt #8: They said they were finally going to leave Twisted Wonderland, but he doesn’t want them to go and if he doesn’t say something now… (ft. jade leech)

gn! reader, 600 followers event ficlet

author's note: hello !! i think i ran out of slots on #9, so this will be written with prompt #8, which is. angsty asf. i had a fun time making jade go through all that angst jskdfjsk idk what possessed me to write this since it's kinda hurt/minimal comfort, but nonetheless i hope you enjoy the fic ^^

Memories weren't something that was particularly important to Jade Leech. It was simply a useful tool; for passing his classes, remembering orders, and at times recalling the past. But right now more than ever, Jade was sure that he wanted to remember. No, he needed to remember.

As he desperately ransacked his own belongings— trying so hard to remember— Jade's mind couldn't help but replay the exact moment that lead him to where he was now.

It was a particularly special day for Jade. The Mountain Lovers Club finally got clearance to do an off-campus hike. To Jade, there was nothing more exciting. Especially when the Prefect was added to the mix. He managed to coax out an agreement from them to come with him for this hike.

And the hike was productive indeed, just as his calculations had predicted. There were many new plants he got to catalog and photograph, and the Prefect's company was a welcome change from his usually lonely hikes. It wasn't until they got to the mountaintop that the atmosphere started to change.

"Jade," It was automatic how he turned towards where they were, used to them calling for him; whether at the lounge, in the lunchroom, or those rare moments they had alone. There was a slight smile on his face, uncharacteristic of his usual disposition. But it quickly disappeared when he saw the serious look on their face.

"What is it, Prefect?"

"This is hard..." They muttered under their breath, dragging their hands over their face. "Okay. Crowley just informed me this morning that he found a way to send me back to my old world. I...wanted you to be one of the first to know."

Jade tilted his head. Was he hearing right? He didn't know how to conduct himself, his face contorting into a painfully polite smile, "Excuse me?"

"I'm going back to my old world, Jade," There was a slight pause before they continued. "I know this isn't something you could be happy about—"

"No, no," Jade insisted, though he could feel his heart clench painfully in the confines of his ribs. "This must be a happy occasion for you. I was just...shocked, really. After all, it has been a long time since you've received any news." Not long enough, a traitorous thought said and Jade couldn't help but agree.

"Right?" They turned their gaze to the view. "I guess Crowley did his work after all that procrastinating." What was once a beautiful view to Jade now all looked like it was dipped in greyscale with the crushing weight of the news they just delivered.

Jade tried to clear his head, "Who else knows?"

"Ah," They smiled sheepishly. "It's just you and Grim. He was there when Crowley told me, he's probably kicking up a fit because I left on the hike right after he was told."

Just him and Grim.

"Your other acquaintances probably won't be as composed as I," Jade bluffed, willing his eyes to curve into a fake smile. "I do wish you luck. And you can tell me if you'd like....assistance with telling them."

"Thank you, Jade," They breathed out a long sigh. "It's sad, but...Crowley said that the end of this month is the only guaranteed time I'd be able to go back. It's either now or most likely never, so... I hope you can understand my choice."

They didn't speak anymore after that. The hike down was quiet, sparse words exchanged to make sure that they didn't lose each other. They parted with a goodbye on their part, and he made sure not to lose his smile till after they were gone.

But how was Jade supposed to look at them the same when he knew he was on borrowed time? When he knew that he would be losing them at the end of it all?

The worst part was that his mind was working well enough that he could understand their choice. They had grown up in their original world; spending most of their life there. All semblance of family they had, all their friends, possessions, and anything that mattered...it was all there.

Not here. Not in Twisted Wonderland.

But there was something here, wasn't there? There was the time that they spent with everyone, no matter how short. It had been almost a whole year that they've stayed here. And the time they spend with him, too. Those memories must count for something...right?

So that was where he found himself now. Digging through his usually-neat desk drawer, trying to catch the memories rushing through his mind like sands slipping through his fingers.

A bookmark. The painfully familiar scrawl on the back reminded him of a favor he did for them in the early stages of their acquaintance. It was a first for him to receive such a gift, and it piqued his interest in them.

A handful of eel-shaped candies from Sam's. They had brought him one every so often whenever they remembered. And while Jade wasn't a sweet tooth, he still ate them at times. The candy always stained his tongue purple and he remembered them remarking about how they matched.

A pressed flower. Something about how autumn was coming and how the flowers were too pretty to forget. He only kept it because he thought that the sentiment was poetic, and the downcast gaze the Prefect gave the flower was too obvious to ignore.

An awfully burned glove that he should've thrown away sooner. The result of their experimentation in the greenhouse. They had laughed so brightly at the failure that Jade couldn't even bring himself to frown. They had perfected it at the end, and Crewel had praised them. But Jade only cared about the beaming smile they sent him.

A photo from that Ghost Camera of theirs. The couple in the photo moved slightly, and he sucked a breath at the vividness of it all. It was his birthday, and they said that it was their special gift for him. He was looking at them, something so bright in his eyes as they were busy clicking the shutter. He was staring at them so intently that he couldn't remember what it felt like before them.

And suddenly he couldn't breathe.

When. When did they become such an irreplaceable part of his life? Jade had to blink hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. There was a call of his name; just Floyd asking if he was okay. He looked like a mess, still in his hiking gear, rummaging through his stuff like a madman.

He said something along the lines that he was fine, cradling the items to his chest like they would disappear with the wind. He didn't remember much of the next part, only that he somehow found himself all the way at Ramshackle.

It was dark. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't, but when a sleepy-eyed Prefect answered the door he could feel his heart stopping in his throat.

"Jade?" He wanted to sob at the mere mention of his name.

"I'm not okay. I...I lied," Jade couldn't help but crumple to his knees as he made it into the foyer. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." They followed him, his hand clutching at their sleeve.

"Is this...?"

"This. And this, and this," He felt crazy just laying out each item. Crazy hoping that they would understand. "I didn't...realize."

"Realize what?" Their voice was surprisingly level, even as they picked up the photo. Though he could see it was all an act. He saw the way their throat bobbed; glossiness overtaking their eyes.

He cradled their hand, slowly letting his shaking fingers brush over their knuckles, "I am in love with you. I don't want you to leave. And I'm selfish for—"

He was interrupted by their hug, his items scattering as they fell onto the wood floors with a thump. The air was knocked out of him, replaced by an awful warmth as he snaked his arms around them all too desperately.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," They whispered, tears staining his neck. "You weren't supposed to say anything. I was— I was going to leave before we could—"

"We can now," Jade swallowed back another plead. "For you. Even if you decide to leave."

Their face hovered over his, equally as tear-stained, "I'll break your heart."

"And I'll allow it," Jade said firmly, wiping the tears from their cheeks. "I think it would break either way without you here."

The kiss they shared after was quiet; an exchange of silent promises not to forget. A bittersweet uncertainty punctuated by tears. For the time they had left in each other's arms was shorter than both would've liked. And a day would come when all they would have were memories of it all.

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luvherguts · 3 years ago

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A plan executed perfectly

An: This is my first fic so please don’t expect much 😭 i’m still trying to get the hang of this.

Cw: master kink, handjob, shibari, reader is kinda mean lol, femdom, female reader, porn with plot i think, sub getou, sub gojo.

———————

You honestly don’t know how it all happened. Well, how you persuaded the two boys to let you do that.

Though, if you were being honest, you did have it planned from the very start.

———————

“You want to do what?” The tall dark haired man questioned. Staring blankly at you.

“I said, I want to fuck both you and him.” You stated bluntly, not a hint of shame lacing your words.

Getou stared at you blankly, expression unfaltering, although in the bank of his mind, the thought did make a certain heat grow within him. But, he pushed it aside for the moment.

You, Suguru and Satoru had been, let’s say well acquainted. You three had had your fair share of fucking sessions, but that’s all it was. A fucking session. You valued your friendship with the boys, and you didn’t plan on ruining it now.

The only issue you had with these fucking sessions was, the two boys (especially Satoru) insisted on having the control. Which, bothered you a little, to say the least.

Sure, having the two men fuck you so hard you didn’t have a thought left in your head was nice and all, but you wanted to do the same to them, sometimes.

When you say sometimes, you really mean most days of the week.

Something about having the two men, one more slender and smoothly toned, and the other bigger, bulkier and muscular, begging for your touch, begging for you to please just touch their aching bodies, had a familiar feeling churn at your lower stomach.

And so, you made it your mission to have these two gorgeous men absolutely wrecked and fucked out of their mind.

Now, how to do it was the only question that resided in your mind.

——————

“Well, I’m not exactly opposed to the idea, but you know I have less objections than our friend. He’s going to be hard to convince.” Suguru told you, the slightest blush dusting his nose and cheeks, so faint, but you noticed. And you had to force down a smile at his slightly flustered state.

“That’s why I need you to convince him for me, Suguru.” You stared at him a slight smile tugging at your mouth.

He sighed, looking at you, trying to figure out exactly what it is you were going to do to them.

If Suguru were to be honest, he would tell you that he wanted this to happen from the very start, he wanted you to wreck him. Make him do anything you wanted, and praise him for being so good. He had thought about it since the day you started fucking. But, he couldn’t tell you that, he wouldn’t. It’s too embarrassing, and plus, he never knew you even wanted to do those things to him. So, he had to do what he does best, and stay calm, collected and act entirely content.

But, now everything had changed. He knew you wanted to do the things he thought about a little more than he’d like to admit. And he still didn’t want to admit it, but he would help you follow through with this, for his own specific desires, and because to be frank, he wanted to see Satoru ruined as well.

And, he and Satoru had already fucked, countless times. Which meant that neither of them were unfamiliar with being dommed.

So, he nodded and opened his phone, dialling a certain number and placing the device next to his ear.

“Hey, Satoru, I wanna talk to you about something. Meet me in an hour, ok?”

He listened to the other slightly highly pitched voice on the other end, nodding and humming at his answer, before hanging up.

“I’ll ask him then, but there’s no guaranteeing that this will work.” He explained.

“Oh come on Sugu, you know Satoru likes you, more than just a best friend on his part,”Suguru stared at you, slightly taken aback but honestly, not so surprised, considering his best friend had been a little too compliant with him, most of the time. And Suguru wouldn’t exactly deny that he too, did feel a little something more than platonic for the white haired man.

“Trust me, if he isn’t going to listen to you, he won’t listen to anyone. You’ll be able.” You told him, peering up at him as the cogs worked in his head.

“Fine, I’ll try my best.” The pretty dark haired man told you.

——————

“So, you’re telling me that you’re fine with this?” The white haired man asked his dark haired best friend, who was staring down at his hot drink, seeming a little too amused at its dark contents.

He snapped out of his trance and stared up at his friend, who looked slightly shocked that he would ever agree with it.

“Honestly, yeah.” He replied with a slight shrug. “I’ve kind of always wanted to do this with both of you. But I never thought she’d be up for it, so I refrained.” He honestly stated, lifting his cup up to his lips, drinking the black coffee.

Satoru felt a nervousness in his stomach at Suguru’s words. “I’ve kind of always wanted to do this with both of you” something about those words, something about his best friend wanting to be fucked senseless with him, made a certain place ache with want.

He never thought he’d agree to it, considering he had tried to make it seem to you like he was solely a dom. But, you obviously saw through it, and he wasn’t exactly angry about it.

Satoru had always known he liked being in control, but what he realised lately, was that he also wanted to be the one out of control. He couldn’t help but want to be ordered around, used to the others hearts’ content. Something about it made him cum faster than any idea of fucking someone relentlessly did.

But, being the Satoru Gojo, he was not going to so easily comply with your wishes. He wanted you to make him submit. And he wouldn’t be able to do that without a little mischief and his usual brattiness.

So, he listened to his friend, and complied.

“Fine. I’ll do it, why not. I doubt she can make me do anything she wants me to. So it’ll be amusing.” He smirked at his best friend, who sighed and looked at him.

“You’re going to piss her off, aren’t you?” Suguru questioned, to which Satoru laughed and stared at him.

“You really are annoying, Satoru.” Suguru looked at him and chuckled.

“You know better than anyone” the white haired man replied, a teasing tone to his words.

——————

So here the two men were, both seated in a chair each, at the end of your unnecessarily big bed, bound at their ankles and wrists behind their back and shibari crossed all around their torso and thighs. Crossing over their chest, barely missing their nipples and tied around their stomach tightly enough to leave a mark, but not uncomfortable. And the rope lastly decorating their toned thighs, tied around and knotted.

You were admiring your work very carefully, proud of yourself for how well you tied the two men up. Until, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a certain white haired brat.

“Are you going to get on with it or are you just going to stare?” He asked with a tone that you didn’t like.

The whole time you had been tying them up, he had been complaining, nothing seemed right for him. And it pissed you off, to say the least.

An idea popped into your head, a cruel, mean one. And you simply smiled at him and proceeded to completely ignore him.

“You should really act more like Sugu, Satoru.” You said, now playing with Suguru’s nipples, tugging at and rubbing them. Suguru let out a shaky breath. His nipples were sensitive, you noted.

“He’s been such a good boy this whole time.” You looked at Suguru straight in the eye. His eyes lit up at the praise, just like a puppy.

Satoru huffed. He wasn’t getting any attention, this isn’t what he wanted. He wanted you to pay attention to him, for you to punish him. But you weren’t even looking at him!

You put your mouth on Suguru’s nipple, circling it and licking. He let out the tiniest whimper, barely audible. It made you want to tease him further, so you did just that.

You circled the tip of his cock, so sensitive he jolted at the touch.

You spent the next 20 minutes teasing Suguru’s body, his nipples, thighs, cock. Anything you noted was sensitive, you teased.

By now Suguru had started to become impatient. He wanted you to touch him properly.

“Please, please. Touch me properly please” He whined

You simply ignored him, knowing he could do better than that.

“Master, please, I want you to touch me properly” he said quietly, slightly embarrassed at the name he gave you.

You noted his choice of words, he was so cute.

“Since you asked so nicely, I will, but you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so, ok?” He nodded at your words. “Say it properly, slut.”

He shivered at the name. “Yes, master”

You smiled and began stroking him, playing with his tip every so often.

You kept pumping him, getting faster, you noticed his thighs tensing and he tried to buck up into your touch, he was close. So you being cruel, you stopped. Just as he was about to cum.

He whined so beautifully, but he should’ve known. You said he wasn’t allowed to cum and he was about to do just that. So he tried not to complain.

——————

By now it had been, what? 45 minutes? An hour? Who knows.

You had been edging Suguru for the last however long and he had been reduced to a sloppy, begging mess.

“It hurts, c-can’t please. N-need to cum.” He wasn’t even forming coherent sentences anymore. It made you want to ruin him even more.

His poor cock was almost purple, leaking so much precum you’d of thought he already came. His nipples were standing up at attention and you couldn’t help but bite just around his left nipple, leaving a pretty mark that you’re sure wouldn’t go away for a couple days. He let out a near scream as you did so, which only made you hornier.

Satoru had been watching you both for the past hour, and he ached so badly, he wanted your touch, his cock was so needy. He needed you. He kept whining so prettily, letting out pleas and begging for you to just look at him, but you completely disregarded him. And he hated it.

You knew Suguru had been good, he’d been so good for you. Not complaining, even when you continuously left him wanting to cum, but never giving him his release.

But, you were cruel. And you weren’t going to let him cum now. Not yet.

You untied his hands and he looked at you confused.

“Keep touching yourself, but stop when you’re about to cum, ok baby?” You asked, leaving a kiss on his forehead, he looked like he was about to cry, how cute.

He nodded and began to touch himself, teasing his tip, whining each time he did so.

You stood up and glanced over to the other chair adorning the end of the bed.

You finally, finally looked at Satoru, who looked so needy. His cock was so red, darker at the tip than anywhere else. The redness was comparable to his chest and cheeks that were flushed a deep red, contrasting his bright eyes. He was batting his long pale lashes, trying to get you to pay attention. Chest going up and down unsteadily as he took uneven breaths. He looked so pretty.

You walked over to him. He peered up at you with the most needy look you’ve ever seen him give you.

It made you want to fuck him right then and there.

“Are you going to touch me now?” He questioned, still peering up at you.

“It depends, are you going to be a brat?” You asked

“I won’t! I promise! I’ll be good.” He cried tears brimming at his waterline.

“Ok, but you, just like Suguru aren’t allowed to cum. Suguru will get his reward for being so good soon, maybe you will too. But you need to be good.” You told him.

He nodded so fast you thought his neck was going to break.

You began to tease his nipples, rubbing and pulling at them lightly. An idea popped into your head, you laughed quietly and twisted his nipples, wanting to see what kind of reaction the male would have.

Satoru let out the whiniest moan you’ve ever heard, it was so pretty and needy, like music to your ears so you did it again. This time, having the same reaction but with a whimper following.

“A-ah hah, n-no don’t do t-that” he tried to squirm away from your touch, but it proved futile.

Your right hand slipped down the middle of his abs, all the way down to his pretty cock, so red and at attention for you. But, you weren’t going to give in just yet. You traced around his thighs, lower stomach, anywhere but his aching cock.

“Ah a-ah, please just- just touch it pleaseplease” he practically sobbed.

You looked at him, his beautiful eyelashes were clumped together due to his crying, all around his eyes was red. His lip trembled so slightly that if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t of noticed.

You placed a kiss to his swollen lips, quick and fleeting. He tried to kiss you again but you had already pulled away, he whined at that.

After sucking a hickey just above his collarbone, your hand ran down to his leaking cock. Your finger glided down his slit and he moaned so loud, he was so sensitive.

You began to circle your thumb around the tip, finger running down the underside, noting the vein that throbbed as you continued your teasing. You fisted his cock, running your hand up and down it, the pace was slow, too slow for him and you knew that. You were so mean. He whimpered at your slow pace, but you quickly picked up the pace. “Please, wanna- let me touch y-you” he cried out, looking at you so desperately, you couldn’t say no. You untied his hands, which flew to your hips, kneading them and holding on to them as some sort of way to ground him. His thighs started to tremble against the ropes and his breathing became more erratic, you knew he was about to cum.

Just as he was about to finish, you lifted your hand off his cock, leaving him high and dry. His cock throbbed and hurt, and he couldn’t take it. He wanted to finish and you didn’t let him!

“Y-you’re so mean” you laughed at that, “you’re only now realising? I told you you couldn’t cum, slut. Why are you complaining now?” You taunted him and he couldn’t say anything. Just shocked by how right you were.

You looked over at Suguru, who had been edging himself this whole time.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes closed as he kept stroking himself, getting faster and faster. You knew he was close, and he wasn’t stopping.

“Suguru, stop.” You said sternly

He was snapped out of his daze at your harsh tone and slowly took his hand off his dick. He huffed at the loss of friction.

“You were going to finish, weren’t you?” you asked, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

He looked so helpless, staring up at you like you’d just caught him committing a crime.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ he tried to say, but you cut him off with your mouth on his, tongue pushing passed his lips and into his mouth, you bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and he moaned at your harsh treatment. You pulled back, and Suguru looked so fucked out, he looked so pretty.

You untied his ankles. “Sit on the bed, and make it quick.” You said, no detectable hint of anger or happiness in your words.

He complied, sitting up and looking at his friend, who he noticed was stroking his cock. Suguru looked at him, trying to tell him to stop without actually saying anything. You noticed Suguru’s glances at Satoru, and decided to look at what was taking so much of his attention.

He was getting himself off. Without your permission. “Slut.” You scoffed, looking at the paler man in disgust. He was snapped out of it at that, and his stomach churned. He was in trouble.

You rummaged through the drawer, trying to find a certain something, until you finally found them. You walked over to Satoru, not a hint of sweetness of tenderness in the way you were looking at him.

You pushed his legs apart and slid one cock ring on his dick, and another on his balls so he’d last. He panted at your attention on his cock, but he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew what you were going to do.

And it wasn’t going to be fun, for him at least.

#dom!reader #sub!gojo #geto suguru #gojo satoru

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader �� A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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spikesbimbo · 4 years ago

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★ 5 stages of ‘love’

☆ makki x f!reader

☆ corruption, virgin!reader, somno, established relationship,unproctected sex, fingering, nipple play, mutual masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), throat fucking, voyerism (for like a sec)

☆ wc 6.5k

☆ a/n: this is a monster of a fic that i just wanted to be horny with but oh well, we got here. ★ for @seita corruption collab ★

18+ Minors DNI

Yeah you were a perv, but so was he.

Yes, a virgin one. But the way he was the only thing running through your mind as soon as you saw him, keeping you up late at after he called you an innocent pet name that you couldn't help but turn dirty as your clit was sore and aching by your own doing at the end of the night. The first man to ever catch your eye, to make you want him, putting on the same cherry lip gloss he was kissing off now just to get his attention on you.

The way his relaxed body was over your tense one, barely keeping his mind in check as his lips were stuck on yours, wanting to eat you up. Noses brushing while his hands didn't move from your waist. His fingers tracing circles into your skin, digging into your flesh the gentlest he could.

“Hir-” You tried to start, but your deep breath was snatched from your lips as his met yours once again, his scent lingering on you along with his hands not once leaving you.

Sliding his tongue forward into your mouth, meeting him tentatively as you let him take control, never feeling anything like kissing him. He was so intense and slow with the lighthearted look in his eyes; but you could feel the lust in his lips, the tension in his build as your own body went weak and pliant under him. But when his hands went under your skirt, fingers tracing the back of your panties, you froze.

“Hiro, wait.”

Stopping as he leaned back, anxiety rushing into you because you knew he must be hard, in fact you could feel it. But again, he was the first man to ever touch you, hold you, kiss you, make you feel some type of way.

Feeling burdensome that you always get him so worked up just for him to go take care of it himself in the bathroom while you sat there pawing with your clothes, waiting for him to come and tell you it was okay to be nervous to go further for the nth time.

His hand rubbing the side of your head while you sat in his lap chest to chest, chipped fingernails tracing his neck. The itch to please him was crawling under your skin, nerves pushed to the back as your hips moved slightly along his thigh. You wanted to be held in his arms and feel him grow hard again, wanting to be the best you could for him.

Arms wrapping loosely around you, just enough so you didn't fall from his lap, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. Feeling yourself grow wetter as your eyes looked up to his, grinding on his cock and sliding your tongue deeper into his mouth.

You were nothing but desperate at this point, full of want and need.

Wanting to know how his warm hands would feel like on your skin, already hot just from just his presence. Wanting to feel him without layers of clothing blocking you. Mumbling four words into his lips before you broke the kiss while looking up at him again. Spit still connecting you two until his hands cupped your face squishing your cheeks together, trying to control the pure eagerness in his body as you repeated yourself.

“You can touch me.” The room growing more silent as you whispered it out loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes widening in shock as a smirk surfaced on his face “Really? Like down there?”

“Stop saying it like that!” You said as you turned your head into his chest. “And yes...down there.”

Vision spinning as he quickly turned your back to his chest, his hands already spreading your legs as he dragged your shorts down. His fingers working their way down your sides, landing just below your stomach. Feeling his hot breath on your neck as they inched further down, thighs clenching around nothing. “H-hold on.” you whined.

Not listening in the slightest as you felt a light slap on your thighs after closing them. His touch being the only thing you felt, all your senses belong to him at the moment as his hands made there way down your panties.

“Wait.”

“Again? What this time pretty girl, hm?” Feigning annoyance, as he couldn't help but smile at your cute expression.

“Wanna take care of you too.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder as your pretty fucked out pout has him going crazy, his cock growing harder than before as your lips were puckered out, all wet and glossy, eyes in a whole nother world.

“You know how?” He asked, his hands holding your face as he thumbed your cheek, swiping across your lips every time.

“Kinda?“

“ ‘Kinda’ my ass, baby. Porn is mostly fake, I guarantee you if you try to take it all you're gonna choke and die. Then what am I supposed to do, hm?”

“M’not gonna die… pinky promise.” Your grin growing along with his as your hands unbuckled his belt, leaning back on his arms, head tilted back, not wanting to look at you just yet or he'd swear he cum. Fingers excitingly trembling as you unzipped his pants, eyes landing on his bugle as your palm grasped it, hearing the prettiest noise leave his mouth as you looked up to him, his cheeks burning red as your confidence grew along with your impatience.

Pulling his briefs down as he groaned from the cold air hitting it. You don't know if it was your loved filled gaze, but his cock was the prettiest one you've ever seen. Thumb tracing his pretty pink tip covered in precum, using it as lube as you tried to remember how the videos went down that you watched last night.

Grabbing his shaft with your hand, looking up at him to see if you were doing it right, and by his hazed gaze you guessed it at least had to feel slightly good, stroking it up and down, eyes moving back and forth between his cock and his face.

“Yeah fuck, just like that baby.” Your ego rising as his eyes fluttered, replacing the nerves as you finally felt proud of yourself.

His eyes opening at a record speed as he felt your soft wet lips on his tip, drooling all over it as your tongue lapped over his slit, flicking back and forth.

“Jesus fucking christ, sweetheart!” He groaned out as his head got thrown back, his hand moving to rest on your neck, fingers stroking the back of, trying his best not to rut up into your mouth. “You wanna take it all, pretty girl? You gotta relax your throat for me baby, okay?

“Mhm,” You choked out, voice thick and scratchy. “Want you.”

“Gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock, hm?” Looking down as his thumb parted your lips, waiting till you took a deep breath before he slid back inside, pushing forward as slowly as he could until he hit the back of your mouth.

Trying your best not to gag as you gripped onto your thumb, remembering what you read online, but he pushed forward again until his cock slid into your throat.

The tightness making your eyes water as you reached up to wipe them, but he was already on it, thumb catching your tears as he cooed at for taking it so well.

“Yeah, fuck. You feel so good baby- fuck.... so fucking good.”

His grip tightening on your neck as he let out a groan of relief at the feeling. Thrusting himself into your mouth with a little more force, the sounds of your gags being music to his ears, fuck you were such an angel, letting him fuck his throat and use his mouth how he wanted.

He could feel his balls tensing up as the pressure built in his back while your pretty little mouth gagged around him again, the pulse of your throat had him so close to cumming, but his gentlemanly side took over as he remembered this was about you, not him.

“God damn baby hold on, you're gonna make me nut so fast if you keep that up.”

Pressing his lips into your forehead as he took your head off his cock, going back to stroking it while your greedy cum stained lips met his. Not even feeling his hands wonder on your body until they touched your clit. Keening at the feeling while you moaned into his mouth as you could feel his smirk. The only part of your body you could control was your hand, the rest going limp into his side, legs spread open as he whispered dirty praise into your ear while tracing lazy circles into your swollen nub.

A gasp leaving your mouth as his lips disconnected from yours and attached themselves to your nipple, not leaving it once as your back arched at his touch,your trembling hands finding their way into his hair to loosely hold him against your chest.

Internally cooing at how precious your little moans were, your blissed out face was the only thing he looked forward to. You were so sensitive and he knew it, from the moment he gave you your first kiss seeing that look in your eyes, he knew he was stuck with you for life.

He felt like he could spend all day just teasing you and working you up until he could read you like a book. Trying your best to be so patient with him even though you wanted to jump him as soon as his eyes met yours. No regret in his system that he loved watching you get so skittish under him until your pretty little eyes were red and swollen as he held your shaking body close.

He bit and tugged on the sensitive little bud in between his lips, pulling out a strained moan from you, eyes opening to your lips being held back and eyebrows pushed together. Looking like the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on as he pressed soft kisses on them to ease the pain.

“Wanna cum, hiro... pl- please!”

Your hand wasn't even moving anymore, but your grip was still strong as he fucked himself into it while your moans grew more erratic, all his attention back on you as he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming and ingrain it in his memory.

Mind going in and out as your wet spit stained fingers were knuckle deep in your mouth and your panties somehow ended up on the tip of your feet and legs lifted in the air as his hand continued to abuse your cunt.

“Then cum baby, no one’s stopping you.”

Feeling his sloppy kisses on your neck down to your shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body grinded onto his fingers. Sending you over the edge just enough to finally catch that wave of pleasure as it ran though your body, riding it out the whole way while he guided you through it.

Taking in every detail while he felt your hole twitch around nothing as you finally came, gushing onto his fingers, soft body clinging onto his throughout your whole orgasm. Lying In his arm, only hearing his praise go in one ear and out the other as your hand brushed against his crotch, seeing that he was still hard.

Weak fingers once again wrapping themselves around his shaft, letting out a groan before he helped you out. His hands wrapping around yours, aiding you as he used your hand like a human fleshlight, bouncing it up and down as it didn't take long for him to come close.

“Fuck-, I’m gonna cum, baby… where you want it?… “

Eyes fluttering open as you opened your mouth, tongue placed out as you let out a moan, letting him know. “There?…” He asked as he was already moving.

Standing up as he jacked off the remaining into your face, seeing his balls swing back and forth every time his hand came back, the way his veins were throbbing right now as his tip grew redder and redder.

“Fuck-”

Mouth opening eagerly as you wanted to make him cum too, and after a short moment you felt him release onto your face and mouth, still fisitng his cock as he laid the tip on your tongue. Reflexes making you close your eyes as you felt more come into your mouth.

Not closing your lips when he pulled out, wanting to show him what a good job you did as you waited for his praise. Locking eyes with him as he gave you what you wanted, finally having the chance to lick it up as it was spilling out of your mouth, the taste almost making you gag again but luckily he was too far gone to notice.

Both of your chests heaving and panting as he pulled you up against him, laying against the couch together while he rubbed your sides.

God, you were so good to him.

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Head heavy as you woke up in his bed alone, sleepy eyes opening seeing that he left for work hours ago, the clock reading 4:15PM in front of the wall of pictures he always took of you two, while you held onto his pillow that was just as soft and firm as him. Missing the way he held you, missing the way his arms wrapped around you as your head rested into his chest. Inhaling the smell of his cologne as your body moved in on its own, still stuck in your dazed daydream.

Whining under your breath while you turned to your side, moving his pillow between your legs as you slowly began rutting into its edge. The soft fabric feeling after you u found the right angle, using your time alone to get off to the thought of him fucking you, seeing it picture perfect with your head curled into your chest and eyes pressed shut.

The friction hitting your clit as you grinded down harder, soft noises falling from your dry mouth while the bed creaked beneath you. Your movement slowing down as your thighs got weaker, but you didn't stop chasing your high as you kept rutting against the pillow between your legs and burrowing your head into the fabric.

Trying to muffle your moans into the pillow, not working in the slightest as you could still hear the pitiful whimpers escape your mouth. Knuckles turning white as you grip grew tighter, stifling your small grunts before you let out a drawn out cry, scratchy eyes wetting the pillowcase, as it wasn’t enough, never enough.

Bringing your knees to your chest as your free arm locked them in place, fingers slipping into your cunt, trying their best to curl into that spot that he always could reach. Wrist growing sore and tired as it just felt good enough to keep going.

"ha-, hiro."

You're so god damn close, swearing you're about to go insane if you can't finish soon. You're so focused on your own hard to reach pleasure that you didn't notice his figure resting on the door frame, shock running though you at the sight of your boyfriend catching you lost in your fantasy.

“Need me baby?” His voice echoing across the now silent room, wet eyelashes fluttering open to see his half assed smirk.

Body freezing instantly, inevitably starving off your pathetic becoming of an orgasm. Whimpered tears being held back in your throat as he walked up to you.

“Could've just asked, princess.” He said, a tease lingering in his voice as his hand reached out for you.

“No... s’embarrassing.” you whined, curling up into yourself even more. Burning up at the thought of him seeing you get off on his pillow, knowing he'd keep this in the back of his head forever.

“It's embarrassing? For your boyfriend to take care of you? For you boyfriend to fuck you better than you ever could?”

“Stop!” You squealed face first into the pillow. His pillow, the same pillow that you were getting off on like a dog in heat until a few minutes ago.

“Stop what? My little baby can't do anything for themselves, can they?”

“Shut up, m’not gonna let you touch ever again.” Lies exaggerating through your teeth, shame resting on your shoulders that you wanted him just as bad, while your mind raced with the fact that he always took such good care of you, better than you ever could.

“I'm playing baby, I'm playing.” he quickly chuckled out, hands reaching for your ankles, trying to drag you back after you moved your body to the headboard, covering your body up with your arms.

“C’mon baby, lemme apologize, please?” A look of pure desperation on his face, eyes looking like a puppy who just got kicked while he was on his hands knees before you.

Heat rising to your face, not knowing how to respond. Dealing with his shit all the time, but sitting in front of him with your legs spread out made you wanna shrivel up and hide for once. “O-, okay.”.

Thighs trembling from earlier as he leaned into you, holding your weak legs in his arms, pausing to look at your uneasy face while he rubbed circles into your knees.

“I-, im gonna make a mess…” you mumbled out, whispering most of it. Wet thighs sliding uncomfortably against each other as your head still remained tucked into your shoulder, eyes clamped shut.

“Baby, look at me.” He said, finally catching your eyes from between your legs as he pushed them apart. “I do not give a fuck. Fuck the bed, fuck the mattress, and fuck whatever else, just keep those legs open for me like a good girl, okay?”

Nodding a choked out response while your senses were still overwhelmed from the arousal to the point where it hurt. Cunt aching to be touched as his eyes were distracted by your soft ass, hands gripping it between his fingers while you squirmed under him, seeing your little hole wet with slick as your thighs were as far open as they could be.

“Hiding that pretty little cunt from me-” He said as his thumbs spread your folds, getting enough courage to peek behind your hands covering your eyes. ”-should be a fucking crime.”

Fingers immediately closing again as soon as those words left his mouth, legs involuntary jerking while a whimper escaped your lips as he made himself comfortable between your thighs, feeling his hot breath blow on your clit.

“Such a crybaby, cant even have your cunt touched without being a mess.”

His fingers trailing down your stomach, making goosebumps rise as you were hungry with anticipation. Finally reaching the spot that needed it most, lightly tracing circles into your clit, too light enough to feel anything, being a tease as always. But your whine got cut off mid complaint as his lips replaced his hand, the soft feeling making your back arch as you felt him smirk into you.

Somehow ending up in the same position he caught you in, arms holding onto the back of your knees as he was propped up on his forearms. Face first in your cunt, pulling you open farther than before, gasping as his tongue licked your entrance pushing its way inside.

Before your mind could catch up, he slipped his middle finger into you, thrusting it faster and rougher, your moans falling out uncontrollably as your lips were held between your teeth. Hands reaching for his hair, fingers running through it as your grip didn't budge him.

“I-I’m gonna cum… hiro ple-, m’gonna, please ngh… please…”

He curled his finger, hitting that spot deep inside of you making your eyes squeeze shut. Vision going black as his pace didn't stop, hitting it repeatedly while his lips remained on your clit, quickly bringing you over the edge as you let out a silent scream. Body tensing in his hold as you came. Back arching and your head tilting back as a rush of cum sprayed between you two, pulling back while your body went lax.

Seeing his chin shiny and wet as your eyes finally opened again, his hands grabbing your wrists before you could hide again, tugging you against his chest while bringing his cum soaked lips to yours as you easily gave way, too fucked out to resist.

“Damn.” He said taking the drenched sheets that drowned him also. Feeling the spit, cum, and drool lingering on every part of both of your bodies. “Can you do that again?”

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Yeah, you were definitely a perv. Waking up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass, no shame at all in your chest at the fact that you were enjoying this, enjoying ‘sleeping over’ at his place just for this.

Pulling your back closer to him while his hands rested on your sides, taking in the softness of your skin. Curling into you like a baby, and you can’t help but lean into him more. Pressing kisses into the back of your neck, one kiss tuning into many more, working his mouth down to your shoulder until he cant go anymore.

His teeth tracing your skin leaving a burn down your spine, feeling his cock throb as he cradled you into his arms further, resting skin tight against your ass. Rubbing it against your ass, groaning as it wasnt enough, his hands gripping your thighs as he worked to fix it.

Spreading them open as he tugged his boxers down enough to let his cock free while lifting your thigh up to let him slide in, a long groan being let out as he felt the fabric of your cotton panites touch his tip. The friction almost making him cum then and there.

Working his dick right between your thighs. Huffing out like he didn't care if he woke you up, hands gripping your hips tighter as you felt his head bury itself into the top of your back, growing wetter as you felt his sloppy half assed kisses all over your body.

You were so pretty, so soft and sweet, looking like an angel all the time. Letting him rest on you was like a blessing to him. Inhaling your scent as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had you.

“God, I fucking love you.”

Your body freezing at the words that just left his mouth, thankful that you weren’t facing him or he'd see the embarrassing look you face on your face right now. Only hearing your heartbeat and not the borderline annoying grunts that he was making at -- 3:37 in the morning.

But it was still cute to you, still making your heart flutter as you tilted your jaw back, looking him in the eyes on some spiderman and mary jane shit. “Yeah?”

His shocked expression fading as you reached your arm around him and grabbed onto his neck, dragging his head into yours. “Well I fucking love you too.”

“God dammit baby you can't just say that….m’gonna cum.”

Your giggle getting cut off as you felt it, felt his cock throbbing between your thighs. White panties see through now as his thick cock slid through your folds, tip hitting your clit with each stroke, feeling so soft and tight between your thighs that he couldn't stop his hips.

“So fucking good,” he groan edout to no one but himself, his hands cupping your ass, flesh in bwteen his fingers as your thighs close sound his cock. “baby fuck... I’m-…”

His raspy voice setting you off, sounding too pretty as he was lost in his own pleasure. His free hand moving under your, his, sweater. Fingers pinching your nipple, rubbing it back and forth, flicking it while you shuddered under him, missing the fucked out grin he had behind you as your face was buried in the sheets.

Taking almost no time for him to cum, letting out the most needy whine as his orgasm hit pulling back instantly as he shivered from the overstimulation. The mess of slick and cum on your thighs was nothing in comparison to him. Tear staines down his face, the messy while stuck to his sweaty forehead, turning around to see his swollen lips and tired face. Inching towards him as you just wanted to go back to sleep as he hissed when your thigh brushes against his cock, still too sensitive

Wiping sweat off of his face, as kissed the nape of your neck “Morning, sweetheart .”

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Your top thrown somewhere across his room while your bra was loosely hanging onto your shoulders. Biting your bottom lip while his hand held onto the top of your hips, his fingers curling into your walls as they rested under your panites.

The movie still playing in the background while the bowl of popcorn was knocked onto the floor, it being the last thing on either one of your minds.

Grinding on whatever you could as his lips pressed sloppy kisses onto your cunt while his hands came back to your body after turning off his phone, muting it from the spam texts that his friends were blowing him up with.

Shivering as his fingers ghosted down your sides, your bra sliding down with them.

“Lemme take care of you, yeah?" He whispered into your shoulder, lips lingering as his other hand abandoned your hips in favor of playing with your tits, squeezing the flesh in between his fingers as his fingers pinched your nipple.

Hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts and pulling them off, your uncomfortably wet panties sliding down with them.

The colder air making your curl up into yourself, but he’s learned you in and out by now. Already grasping your thighs in his palms and turning you towards him again slowly. Hearing his low groans the sight before him of your body sliding across the sheets. His warm hands growing clammy the longer they remained on your body.

“Fuck. You're so hot.”

“I-, uh thanks...”

“No, baby.” He chuckled out, the tension fading as you saw his teeth shining through his pretty smile. “Like physically, temperature wise.”

His smirk coming through as he pulled you back enough to where he was able to rest in between your legs once again, feeling his bulge rest between your thighs, his hands wandering over your tummy and thighs. Not being able to stop like it was an itch, rutting his clothed cock deeper into you.

Leaning back before he'd embarrassed himself by cumming in pants, rushing to slide down his briefs. Them landing besides his pants that somehow came off earlier.

His cock springing free, seeing his pretty pink tip again, but this time it was more red, looking angry and swollen. Getting a short time to lewdly admire his body like a perv, eyes glancing from his abs to his chest before he snapped you out of your trance.

“Ah-” Letting out an exasperated sigh while tilting your head back against the pillows, nudging it into your shoulder as you feel his cock start to grind on you.

Loving the feeling of his weight on you, but you were also itching for him, for him to be inside of you, for him to leave you trembling more than he ever has.

“It feel good, baby?” He muttered, thumbs spreading your folds as his middle finger found your clit. Giving you a reassuring kiss on your cheek. “I know you can’t lie to me sweetheart, you're already such a mess for me.”

“Ye-, yeah.” Legs automatically spreading wider, inviting him in. Your breath restless in anticipation, seeing though your lash line the corners of his lips turning up into a, light smug smile.

“Yeah? My sweet girl… s’cause I got you so wet for me. Dripping all over the place baby, how am I gonna clean it up, hm?” His tone laced with fake disappointment while a half assed pout rested on his face.

“s-sorry” you mumbled into your wrist, hiding your face. Emotions still high as he heard the way you voice trembled, remembering that you were in such a vulnerable state for the first time in your life.

“i-, oh fuck baby. You don’t have anything to be sorry about, kay? I know, I know…I’m such a meanie, aren’t I?

“Yeah..” you echoed. “ A meanie.”

“But your mean bad boyfriend always takes care of you, doesn’t he?” He softly cooed as his fingers traced your cheeks

“C’mere.” He says while he’s already doing the work for you, hands resting under your arms as he pulls you up. Letting you sit on your elbows as he grabs your arms, bringing them up to his body.

Hands resting on his chest as his gaze turns gentle and soft, eyes filled with adoration as they take their time roaming over your body.

“Here” he says as he drags your hands around his neck, bringing your body close to his, chest to chest as you feel his heart racing as you're sure he can feel yours too. “Hold onto me.”

Nuzzling your cheek into the dip of his neck while one of his hands holds you tight while the other firmly trails its way down your spine. Shivering happily, while his lips press a kiss onto the top of your head, not being able but to help let out a soft little moan at the intimate feeling. So close and tight, feeling so loved and adored.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?

His hands holding the small of your back, and as he pulls away you feel your heart beat loud and heavy, breath trying it’s best not to tremble as it leaves your mouth.

“Yeah, want you.”

He can’t believe that your his, eyes never leaving you as he always realizes that he has your beautiful self all to him, and no one else. Seeing your glossy eyes full of need below him, pouty lips demanding to be kissed, opening only for him.

“…need you.”

There was a streak of quietness before his eyes closed and let out a soft, 'fuck'. Swearing you could feel him grow even harder as his body shook, hands tightening around your ass.

Laying you down onto the soft bedding, stroking your cheek as he leaned down the rest of the way until you can feel him brushing between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He said grabbing your attention on him.

“it’s gonna hurt, okay?” He said, as his eyes locked with yours, seeing them contort as he started pushing his cock slowly in, your cunt instantly squeezing his tip, squeezing it just right.

“You gotta relax, baby” He groaned into your ear, pressing another hushed kiss onto the side of your head.

“cant.”

“You okay?” He asked. Your little hushed whimper hurting his heart.

“H-hurts.” You said clenching your jaw to try and stifle it.

“Shh, s’okay.” He cooed, thumbing your tears away before they even fell. “You know I got you, right?”

All 10 fingers gripping onto his hair matching his cheeks, while his gaze was the most intense you ever seen it. “-Yeah.” You mumbled, arms tightly wrapped around him, clinging onto him like the baby he said you were. “You got me.”

Eyes widening before they closed tight while he began to go deeper, keeping your gazes locked as he finally took what the both of you wanted the most. His breathing halted, mouth opened wide as your walls held him until he was balls deep inside you.

Praise leaving his lips as he remained still, trying his best to not cum and regain his senses. The feeling of him stretching you out burned, but you liked it. The painful feeling slowly growing number. A surprised shriek leaving your lips as his fingers found your clit.

“Oh? There's my good girl.” His light voice helping as he eased the rest of him inside you, rubbing your clit as your pussy fluttered around his length, finally feeling you relax around him. “Wanna hear you make more of those pretty sounds, can you do that for me?”

Nodding while your nails dug into his forearms. Working himself fully inside you, his thumb still resting on your clit as your now limp wrists wrapped around his waist, landing on his lower back. Nails digging into the top of his ass making his head get thrown back, eyes opening to see the most alluring mess before him.

“Fuck baby…you look so pretty all spread out on my cock.”

He grunted when your cunt clamped down on him as the vulgar words left his mouth, just thumbing your clit until you let him know it was okay for him to finally fuck you.

When he was given the okay, he felt his balls swell up. Whiny pants already leaving his mouth. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, barely giving him any room to budge, while you were dripping down his balls was going to be ingrained in his mind forever.

Nothing in his life would ever top this, nothing would ever compare to his pretty, beautiful, sweet girlfriend and her little cunt practically begging him to fuck her.

Your body already overwhelmed from the feeling of having him inside you. Reaching up, grabbing the base of his neck with your trembling hands to pull him in for another kiss.

“My pretty girl.” He said against your lips. “So sensitive. You like when Iike play with you, don't you?”

The tease is his voice remained, even though he was going through it as much as you. His hips meeting yours making you gasp. His thrusts growing faster, easily finding that hidden spot he tortured so many times before, cries of pleasure slipping past your broken lips.

The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the space, pulling away from his lips to let out a long, drawn out sob. “Yeah, love it hiro… love you.”

Burying your face in his neck, sweat beading on your forehead, the sticky feeling pooling onto both your bodies,. But all you could think about was the feeling of his cock stuffing you so full.

“Fuck, baby. You really know how to get me going don't you?” Trying to play off the blush on his face as you let out a tiny laugh, happy that he could at least make you more comfortable.

“You're mine right, baby?”

You body was so sensitive to his touch, easily making you fall apart in his hands. Never experiencing any of this before, feeling so overwhelmed in every way possible. And just like you were a perv, so was he. Getting unashamedly excited that he was the one to claim you, to mold you to his cock, to make sure no one but him could ever get you off.

Your soft sweet voice sounding so complaint under him. Draping your arms around his neck, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, m’yours.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so-. He loudly moans, knowing it would be obnoxious if he wasn’t in between your legs right now. His groans growing spractic as he gets rougher.

“Baby, you’re such a good girl. Letting me fuck you like this…fuck, you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”

"Letting me ruin your little cunt? Gonna make sure I’m the only one you’ll ever think of, the only one who can take care of you.” He said, his lips flicking upwards when you felt yourself getting wetter around him. “You like that? Already my dirty little girl, aren't you baby?"

A slight whine leaving his red swollen lips as you sigh and pant, your hips moving into his thrusts. And he keeps touching your clit and that spot inside you, his other hand gripping onto your tummy, drifting higher and higher until he’s touching your tits, both of his arms now holding you against his body.

“You gonna cum, baby? Already?" He asked, his hand covering the back of your neck to bring you back to his mouth. You hastily nodded, nearly sobbing out if his lips weren’t biting yours.

"Yeah?" He raspily groaned, as he felt himself growing closer too. Back arching while your hand gripped onto the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head, showing off your pretty expression. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna make another mess for me?”

His words set you off, clinging to him and whimpering out his name. Body shaking as he held your hand, tightly gripping his. Looking so vulnerable, precious little tears slipping out your eyes.

The head of his cock nudging against your g spot, his thumb on your clit, his other hand grabbing onto your tits, and you feel him pushing himself further inside you.

Body tending while your fingers dig into his thigh, breath coming out in sharp bursts as your walls pulse around his cock, moans pouring from your lips as he watched in awe.

“Hold on baby I gotta pull out.”

“no-”

Your fucked out little face had him second guessing himself, almost listening to your pleas. “Sweetheart, fuck.”

His own orgasm snuck up on him and before your high even calmed down, he barely pulled out and came out onto your stomach, some landing on the blankets. Feeling so hot and sticky, just like your skin, yours and his mess pooling under your thighs. Taking a deep breath, laying down limp as you watched stoke himself until he was dry.

“Damn. Hold on baby, gimme a second.”

Collapsing into your soft chest, his skin burning up as your fingers weakly ran through his hair. Flipping you over after he caught his breath, a big stupid grin on his face as he looked at your pretty body slump in his arms, wiping the sweat of your forehead, kissing each inch of skin he could.

“What’s wrong baby, hm?” He asked hearing you whine, shoving yourself into chest. “You gotta tell me or I can’t fix it.”

His cocky smirk appearing once again as he could clearly hear the words you mumbled into his skin. All because he didn’t have any condoms on him, and never being able to say no to you wanting him. Not knowing it would lead to this. Rubbing the back of your head as he leaned down into your ear.

“Well… there’s always next time pretty girl.”

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years ago

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I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

#angel reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #black!reader #plus size reader #angel reyes x black!plus size!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #i know what you're thinking you're on my mind

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neoculturetravesty · 4 years ago

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We met in online class - Last Part

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings: Strong language Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: And so it comes to an end, and let me tell you guys, I am not okay 😔 This is going to be a bit of a longer A/N, so please bear with me. If you’d like to get straight to the story, I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND, so feel free to click Keep Reading!

Lowkey, I had a bit of a meltdown as I typed the final words on this fic because I hadn’t realized how attached I had grown to the characters. This is the first time I wrote three different chapter openers before deciding on one, because I simply couldn’t believe it was goodbye after this.

These mofos had constantly been on my mind for the past two months and a half. I would spend most days thinking about where to take them and then bringing them to life at night, after my entire day was over. When I wasn’t writing, I’d make little notes about thoughts I had into the night about them so that I wouldn’t forget them when morning comes.

This was my first ever (and as of right now, my only) chaptered fic. I had no idea parting with it would be as emotional as it was. When I think back to when I first received the prompt for this, I had never even imagined I could write Renjun, let alone a series. But there was something in the prompt that had gotten my wheels turning. And I am so immensely glad that it did. There were days when I thought “Oh man, what have I gotten myself into.” Some days, the story would just flow. Other days, I’d keep staring at the blinking cursor not knowing what to type. But when I did, I found my emotions so deeply connected with the characters. I was happy when they were happy. I was sad when they were sad. So, parting with them is very hard to say the least.

But through this journey, I got to experience the joy of reading all of your reviews and comments and honestly, it made it all worth it. THANK YOU to every single one of you that read this story and waited on it and laughed and cried with it. You have made my life better in more ways than you can imagine.

In this moment, I want to thank 🍙 anon, because it was their prompt that put me in this mess in the first place. And so, it is only fitting that I dedicate the final part to them 💛

“Oh, we definitely need a picture together. How about here? I think this place would fit everyone.” Kim Doyoung looks about, finding a spot best suited for the photo he wanted.

“I think right there on the platform would be better. We could get everyone in two tiers.” his assistant suggests.

“You’re a genius. Let’s gather everyone. It’s not often that so many NCTU grads and students come to Midnight Arthouse,” Doyoung nods.

“How many of us are here, anyway?” Renjun muses. The assistant looks at her iPad, checking once again.

“I think there’s 23 of you. So, let’s definitely go for the platform.” she nods.

“Okay, then.” Doyoung claps his hands together once, “Gather everyone,” he says to no one in particular and walks ahead with purpose. Renjun and the assistant’s eyes meet and they smirk. Of course this was directed to the both of them. So, they set about to work.

As it would turn out, gathering 23 people from a charity event with art and food and drinks would be a bit of a task. But somehow, they manage to gather all alumni and current students on the platform in three tiers instead of two for a somewhat chaotic picture. There must’ve been something in the water at NCTU because none of it’s students could stand still for very long. They get maybe one decent picture and several in which someone or the other was moving or pulling a face.

His friends aside, looking around at the group, Renjun realized that he recognized nearly all of them. Yangyang and Hendery and the rest of their frat were here. As were the 127s, old and new. Renjun recognized them all, except maybe two boys, who didn’t seem to know a lot of the others either. When the pictures were done and the main events were over and the crowd had started to dissipate, Renjun finally walked over to the artwork to observe it up close.

Honestly speaking, watching the work with his own two eyes left no doubt in his mind that this artist deserved to be spotlighted like this. This work was in a league of its own. Watching it makes Renjun smile; because looking at it makes him think back to a few months ago when he was sitting in Kim Doyoung’s office, thinking of himself as some sort of a big shot. But the truth is, there was no way he had that caliber then, and there is no way he has that caliber now, though he was sure as hell working on it.

“This is the piece I lost the bid on.” Renjun hears a voice and he turns around to see Zhong Chenle’s father observing the art with him. Renjun bows politely and smiles under his mask,

“I mean, this is a remarkable piece. You have good taste.” Renjun acknowledges.

“What about you? Why isn’t any of your artwork displayed here?” he asks and for a while, Renjun smiles a bit nostalgically. He could’ve been here, had he made something for the Annuale. Had he just selfishly taken that shot. Then again, there would’ve been no real guarantees. Because Kim Doyoung was pretty particular in the people he chose, whether they were recommended by his family or not. Working with him closely in the last couple of months had taught Renjun that. It had also taught him how underdeveloped his skill was in the real world context.

“I guess I still have a long way to go.” Renjun replies humbly.

“Don’t we all?” Chenle’s father nods, “Are you working here at this establishment?”

“Um, I… I suppose I am. I am Kim Doyoung’s apprentice. He is my mentor.” Renjun nods.

“So I might see your work here soon enough, eh?” Renjun assumes the kind man is smiling under his mask because his eyes seem to be making the same shape as Chenle’s do when he smiles. So Renjun grins back.

“I mean… if I work really hard, I might get to shoot my shot in the next Midnight Arthouse Annuale.” Renjun fantasizes.

“Or maybe you’d get lucky like this young artist,” he points his chin towards the artwork.

Renjun smiles, “I would credit her luck, too if I hadn’t seen her work. But her talent is… it kinda speaks for itself.”

“Oh, no, you should definitely credit her luck. Talent isn’t enough. The stars have to align. Luck, talent, the right place, the right time. It all has to come together.” he says nodding.

Renjun considers his words. They seem to be coming from the wisdom of experience.

What if Renjun hadn’t received the phone call about his grandma back then? Well, then he probably would’ve made something lackluster and gotten rejected. Working with Kim Doyoung has taught him as much. It didn’t matter who had put a word in for him. At the end of the day, his work had to be outclass.

What if he had received the phone call and then still had enough time to submit something for the Annuale? Then he still probably wouldn’t have because… well, because of you.

What if he had gone ahead, regardless of you or his grandma and just made something and submitted it? Then he still would’ve been rejected. Because the truth of the matter is, he just didn’t have the caliber that artists associated with Midnight Arthouse did.

In that sense, Renjun supposes everything was in fact happening at the right place and right time now. Doyoung was mentoring him and he was getting better by the day. The stars were aligning for him. He knew it in his heart.

“Then I would wish that it all comes together for me, too.” Renjun says.

“When it does, young man, I’ll be the first one to bid on your work.” he says and Renjun doesn’t even have the time to react when he feels a presence breeze in his direction and invade his personal space.

Renjun doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is. He can tell by the way this body fits perfectly into his side. He can tell by how naturally his own body responds and just puts his arm around it’s waist.

“Oh man, I missed all of it, didn’t I?” you lament, as you loop your arms around his neck from the side instead of a hello.

“Not all of it. The guys just left but your brother and his friends are still here. Besides, you had work.” Renjun turns his head and looks into your eyes to reassure you. “Y/N, this is Chenle’s father.”

“Oh, hello!” you say cheerfully and respectfully bow and give you greetings. “It is so nice to meet you. Chenle looks just like you!”

“Yes, I’ve been told I’m a more handsome version of him,” he smiles then turns to Renjun, “And who might this young lady be?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. She goes to NCTU with us.” Renjun introduces you and you bow again. Oh, the thrill he got every time he got to introduce you as his girlfriend. Fuck, he’s pretty sure he’d never tire of it, even if it had just been a few months. The serotonin boost in his veins is strong and he gets the urge to squeeze you and hold you forever.

“Oh, that’s very nice. Come have a meal with us before we have to catch a plane back home, okay?” Chenle’s father invites the two of you.

“Oh, I would love to!” you say in your chipper tone before your eyes start darting around “I’m going to have to excuse myself for a little bit, I just wanna say hi to my brother.” you say and you politely bow before you start moving away.

“Babe, hang on…” Renjun says, holding you back by your hand. He brings his fingers delicately to the bridge of your nose and softly pinches down the mask over it so it sits more snugly on you. “There, it’s much safer now.” Renjun nods and watches the affectionate smile your eyes give before you move away. You looked so pretty today, even if you were just coming back from a four-hour internship. You were easily the most beautiful girl in this room, though Renjun suspected that you’d be the most beautiful girl in any room you entered.

Albeit sometimes, Renjun had to wonder if your talent or your beauty was greater. Because you had become the only junior in NCTU to land an internship at the SMK Trainee Drive. And now that you were a senior, you were somehow managing to keep your grades up alongside it.

Renjun, on the other hand, would find himself struggling with balancing his apprenticeship with his school work. So he knew firsthand how your discipline was something else altogether. Recently though, he had experienced a rise in his grades because you had been taking him on so many study dates that your organizational skills and motivation had started to rub off on him.

Renjun walks around the studio and the party and feels like it’s been too long till you’re finally back by his side.

“Love in the Time of Corona,” you read the title of an art piece displayed in front of you. “That was supposed to be our thing.”

Renjun laughs and has no qualms in looping his arms around your waist and finally pulling you into himself.

“I guess we should’ve realized then how un-novel the idea would become in a few months.” he comments.

“Un-novel is not a word, Huang Renjun.” you narrow your eyes at him.

Renjun laughs. “It is now,” he says and lets out a long exhale, “I missed you today.” he complains, though he looks down at you with warmth.

“Well, you’ve got me now. And you have me for the entire weekend.” you reassure him, your palms on his chest.

“Mhmm.” Renjun smiles and he wants to lean in to kiss you. But Kim Doyoung specifically had people assigned to walk around and make sure that everyone had their masks on when inside. “Also, we already have a thing.” he reminds you and winks.

You laugh, and say “I guess we do,” then let out a happy sigh as your eyes avert from his for a moment, taking in your surroundings. “Our Couple Thing should give you some ideas on what you can make when your work is displayed here in the 2022 Annuale. I won’t be late to that, I promise. I’ll take a day off from everything else in my life.”

Renjun's heart grows warmer still, and he’s sure his eyes reflect what he feels, “How can you be so sure my work will be displayed in the 2022 Annuale?”

“I don’t know, Huang Renjun. I just have a feeling about you.” you say and Renjun can see you smile even if your lips are covered by a mask. Your eyes always smiled before your mouth did, anyway.

“Y/N L/N, I have a feeling about you, too.” he retorts.

“And what feeling would that be?” you raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a secret.” he says, but now he sees your pout, even if he can’t see your mouth because your cheeks have puffed up over the mask. It makes him laugh.

“You’re no fun.” you protest.

“I’ll tell you once we get out of here.” Renjun offers.

“Well, I’m ready to leave.” you jut your chin up. Renjun grins and offers you his arm. You grab it with your entire body and the two of you start walking out together.

You had plans for the weekend, after all. And Renjun was determined to keep you all to himself for once, with no one else demanding your time. Not your internship, not your assignments, not any of your friends, and especially not Lee fucking Donghyuck. He was finally going to take you away where it could just be you and him and nobody else.

This moment felt way too surreal to Renjun.

The campfire had simmered down from a glorious roar to a comfortable burn, giving off just enough heat in the cool of an early winter evening. The sky was in it’s fading moments, where the pink of the light was slowly turning to violets and the violets were slowly merging into darks.

Renjun remembered suggesting to you all that time ago that maybe you could go somewhere together. But now that he was here, he hadn’t imagined that the moment would feel as surreal as it did.

Because now the two of you are sitting in front of your tent by the fire, entwined in one another. You’re sitting between his legs, arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek inside his padded jacket while he supports your head on his arm and kisses you.

He’s holding you in his arms and kissing you and everything seems so perfect that for a moment, he has to pull away to watch your face and wonder if all of this was real. And though there is a gentle smile on your face, you’re not opening your eyes much. Because you know full well that Renjun’s lips would be back on yours in no time. So you play with his hair as they fall to his forehead and when he kisses you again, you press up into him so he would wrap his arms around you and hold you tighter. He does and he rubs his hands up and down your back and attempts to close his jacket around you.

“Are you cold?” he asks lovingly. You shake your head.

“No. I just want to crawl inside you.” you say, like it’s the most logical thing to be said.

“Creepy.” Renjun remarks but holds you closer still.

“You should be happy you haven’t seen my collection of your hair clippings.” you quip as you nip into the skin of his neck.

“Oh, sweet. That rivals all your used tissues I’ve kept in my shrine at home.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” you coo at him and then lean up to kiss him some more and he laughs. But soon, he pushes the arm that you were using like a pillow up so your face would be closer to his and he could kiss you as deeply as he was truly craving.

The two of you keep kissing like that till the sky is dark. It was an odd sort of trance, being so lost in one another that neither of you cared about what time it was or how long you had been sitting here, wrapped up in one another. Your phones were zipped away in your bags and you hadn’t checked them even once since you had parked your camping van and set up your tent. It was a slow, peaceful sort of bliss, just sitting by the fire and kissing and kissing with nothing else on your minds but being here like this with one another.

“Renjun?” you say, your voice sounding like it was returning from a deep thought.

“Hmm?” Renjun asks as he combs your hair away from your pretty face.

“You know, I learnt today that a cactus can live anywhere between 10 and 200 years.” you tell him, idly tracing the birthmark on the back of his hand.

Renjun leans in and presses long into your lips. “Yeah?” he replies and watches your face. It seemed hazily focused, like it was trying to catch onto a faraway thought.

“I also learnt that it can take up to 30 years for a cactus to bear flowers.” you say in an introspective, wistful tone.

Renjun looks away to hide his smile. Oh God, you were so cute. “Yeah?” he says again, but it’s getting more and more difficult to keep a serious face.

“Sometimes, a cactus doesn’t flower at all.” you say and then you turn your head to look at him like you’ve resurfaced from your thoughts and are now in the moment. Renjun’s grin grows wider. “Renjunnn…” you whine and so he has no choice but to tenderly hold your cheeks in his palms and stroke your hair.

“What?” he chuckles.

“You said you’d think you’re worthy of my forgiveness when the cactus bears flowers.” you whine again and Renjun has to plant a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Is that what I said?” he chuckles some more and then leans in to kiss the anxious realization away from your lips.

“Renjun.” you pout and Renjun laughs and takes his beautiful, whiny, kindhearted girlfriend in his arms and hopes that his hold could chase away all the worries from her pretty, brilliant mind.

He kisses you because his heart can’t bear it any longer. How did he manage to hold a heart like yours in his hand?

Renjun feels an indescribable amount of happiness. Like he wasn’t sure that you were really here with him, in his arms, all for him to hold, with no worry or burden afflicting him. The happiness is so immense and so incredible and so heavy that for a moment, he feels it suffocating him. He wonders if he deserved this kind of happiness.

But right in the next moment, he stops himself. He knew how easy it was to relapse into those tempting, lonesome thoughts. But if there was anything that therapy was teaching him, it was that of course he deserved happiness.

Though right now, holding you in his arms, this happiness was choking him. He felt like his heart was swelling and pressing against his lungs and his chest couldn’t bear it and he could no longer breathe.

“Y/N…” he exhales, holding you back so he can look at your face and you could look up into his. He pauses to gather another breath. Then, he just says it. “I love you.”

And doing so does the trick. He feels his chest slowly getting lighter, because this is what it had been bursting with. Now, he’s told you. Now, it can be unburdened.

You look up at him and there is nothing but a sparkle in your eye, and tenderness in your smile. For a while, you say nothing, just looking upon his eyes like that. “Thank you.” you finally whisper back at him.

Renjun pauses for a moment. But then, he relaxes. This was okay. You didn’t have to say it back right away. Renjun was ready to give you as much time as you needed. So he presses his lips into your forehead once again till he feels you laughing against him. He pulls back in confusion and you grab at the lapel of his parka.

“Huang Renjun…” you say and he looks back at you with uncertainty, “... I love you, too.”

And Renjun can’t help it if he kisses you too hard. He can’t help it that he’s squeezing you too tight. He wouldn’t care if the night brightens back into morning and the morning fades back into night. He was going to hold you just like this for the rest of his life.

So he lays you down and kisses you deeper, like he wanted to make up for all the time he had lost. All the time in his life when he hadn’t known you. All the time he had known you and didn’t let himself have you. He was going to make up for it all. And as he zips the tent up and shields you from the rest of the world, he wonders if he could spend all of his days just like this. Holding you and loving you and knowing that you loved him back; and if he could, today was a damn good day to start.

The fire slows to a simmer till all that’s left are embers that keep being carried away by the breeze. But the two of you remain inside, in your own world, happy that you had found one another, happy that you could finally have one another. Happy that you could hold one another and say that you loved each other and have nothing in the world hold you back, not now, not ever.

You were Y/N and Renjun, Renjun and Y/N, two names that were forever intertwined because that’s how people would call you now. You were the couple that belonged so perfectly with one another that people would wonder if you’d been together for years. And any time someone with a burning curiosity would come up to you and ask,

“So, where did you guys meet?” you would just look at one another, smile and say, “Well, we met in online class.”

~THE END

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ellieswhoreeee · 4 years ago

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The Two of Us. pt 4

Author’s note; Sorry guys for being so inconsistent about posting guys! i promise i’ll do better but i was kinda distracted with a dina fic i’m writing🧍🏽‍♀️anyways this is the end, i hope you guys enjoy it! also i know this feels slightly rushed so i’m sorry for that :/

endgame pairings: ellie williams x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, marijuana, violence, ect.

ps: i’m still learning how to use tumblr when it comes to replying and doing other stuff so please give me time 😭

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“I knew i’d find ya’ here,” Joel’s voice was oddly gruff but soft at the same time. He was loud enough for you to hear, even from the different distances. It was nice hearing his voice. You heard the rocks under his feet crunch together, making noise as he got closer and closer to your hiding spot. You were hiding in the tree house that was built into a large tree. The tree house was small but big enough for you, even though you built it when you were younger. It was surprisingly stable.

You didn’t say anything, and just stayed where you were. Hopefully he would think that you weren’t in here if you weren’t responding to him. “Kiddo, get down from there and talk to me. I ain’t gonna leave, so you can’t hide from me.”

You sighed quietly, and crawled towards the door- which in reality was just an old blanket that covered the entrance. You hated how noble Joel was. Your head peaked through the fabric. “Did Maria send you? Tell her i’m okay, i’m just sick.”

“Actually, i came here on my own. I’ve just… Noticed the changes between you and Ellie these past few days… I think if you could just talk to her-“

“Joel, this won’t get fixed by just talking. I fucked up this time.”

“What did you do…?” Joel questioned curiously. You looked away and decided to stay quiet as you clenched your jaw. Joel looked down at the ground awkwardly, noticing the look on your face. “I know y’all kids think i don’t know anything… But i’m not dumb. People talk… I’m just waiting for her to tell me so… whatever it is, i can guarantee that i won’t judge.”

You bit your lip, and decided it would be better to talk to him. It was a little awkward when you first met but after continuously talking to him and hanging with him really changed that. He was one of the many people you were grateful for. You gave him a small smile. “I would invite you up but you’re kinda…”

“What? Too old? I’ll have ya’ know that i’m in the prime of my life.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to hide your laugh. “Fat. I meant fat, you would break the tree house.” You were joking, it wasn’t anything serious and he knew that.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

He hummed, giving you a mischievous smile. He then moved towards the tree, and started to slowly climb up the ladder without any hesitation. You retreated back to the spot you were in, and watched as Joel struggled to get in quietly. He then sat across from you. He was curious about the inside- it didn’t look as abandoned as he thought he would be. “Cozy,”

You laughed. “Thanks, i guess you never been up here, huh? You should’ve seen it when me and Ellie put fairy lights up…” Joel stayed quiet for a moment. You brought your knees up to your chest and let out a quiet sigh. “You know, she’d say something dumb like, ‘it’s Ellie and I’ or something.”

Joel felt like patting you on the back and saying ‘it would be okay’ but that wasn’t what you needed right now. You needed someone to talk to. He needed to be that person for you because of how much he cared about you and Ellie. “What happened?”

“You won’t judge me?” Your voice cracked at the question, and he could tell you were scared. He shook his head in response which made you feel slightly better. You covered your eyes with your hands in frustration. “Ellie found out that i… Have feelings for her.” Your voice was quiet, and he almost didn’t hear you.

He was quiet for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only a couple of seconds. “…And does she like you back?” He questioned in the softest way possible. You removed your hands from your eyes and decided to look at him.

“If she did we wouldn’t be up here…” You replied awkwardly.

“So… You two talked about it? And you’re certain that she doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head slowly at his questions. “No, i kinda just walked away before she could say anything… But i know she doesn’t like me because she’s-“

“Dating Cat.” Joel finished for you. He already knew about Ellie and Cat. Not much, but enough to know how they dote on each other. People talk, so mostly everyone knew about them. Joel was just waiting for Ellie to tell him, and she hasn’t.

You nodded. “Yeah. Dating fucking Cat.” You spat bitterly.

Joel sighed, and continued to watch you. He noticed a lot by just watching you. You were playing with your hands, almost as if you were trying to calm your down from the hurricane that is your brain. You looked pretty sad. “Alright, i’m tired of it. You needa’ stop moping. So, we’re going.”

“Where are we going?” You asked quickly and followed him down the tree house. He waited for you, and once you reached the pebbles on the floor he started moving ahead once again. All you could really do was follow him.

“Just follow me, kid.”

“No way! I can’t do this right now, at least let me get a drink or something! I need whiskey in my system before i can talk to her!”

You don’t know how it happened. You let Joel drag you around town- just so he could get you to let your guard down. His real plan was getting you to Ellie’s garage. He asked you to close your eyes and lead you somewhere- and that’s where you are now. Right behind his house, aka in front of Ellie’s door.

“What if Cat’s here? This’ll be really awkward and pretty messed up.!” He was dragging you by your collar now, just so you couldn’t run away. You hated how strong he was. He then knocked on her door, and your skin shivered anxiously. You didn’t want to be here. You weren’t ready.

“Sorry, kid. In life, you gotta face your problems one way or another. I’m just giving you a gentle push.”

“More like a forceful shove!”

“Quit your whinin’. You need this. Closure or whatever you kids are saying these days.”

“Joel!-“

The door lock clicking caught your attention, then the door opened slowly. It revealed a very tired looking Ellie. She looked up at Joel and then down at you in surprise. “Sup..?”

Joel nodded in acknowledgment. “Heya, kiddo. Just thought i’d drop this off.” He let go of your collar, and suddenly you were on the floor. He turned on his heel and returned into his house through the back door. Fucking Joel, acting like i’m some sort of package. You couldn’t help think as you sat there.

“Fuck me,” You muttered lowly to yourself. You couldn’t even look up at Ellie. You were ashamed. You weren’t planning on telling Ellie about how you felt. Especially when you didn’t know if your feelings would last long. “This was a bad idea, i’m gonna go.” You stood up and brushed the dirt off your clothes.

You were about to walk- maybe even run away if it weren’t for Ellie talking first. “I never pegged you as a coward.”

You sighed, turning back to face her. To finally look at her. You noticed the bags under her eyes, that she looked paler than usual and her voice sounded hoarse. Seeing her this way made you sad. “Ellie…”

“No. You won’t talk right now.” She stopped you from speaking further. Maybe you deserved that. “Avoiding me, ignoring me and running away from me whenever i’m near? That’s all the things a coward would do. And that coward is you, y/n. I never thought that you were that type of person… You always faced your problems head on.”

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was leaning against her door. It was the support she needed at the moment. Her words were hitting you hard. It was like a wake up call, just what you needed to get out from the hole you found yourself in.

But you also felt like denying her words.

You scoffed, and took a few steps back from her. You felt even more far away from her then ever. “Look, Ellie what do you want from me? You know why. Why can’t we leave it at that and move on. Never talk about it again.”

“Right, cause’ this is something we can move on from… Y/n, I need to hear you say it.” She pushed herself off her door and slowly moved closer to you.

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why? Are you afraid? I never knew you were such a pussy.” The way those words left her lips made it seem like she wanted to piss you off, to push you over the edge. Just so she could get your reaction.

“Fuck you, ellie… God, why do you need to hear me say it? You and your girlfriend are fucked up for wanting me to say it despite knowing already.”

She hummed, and continued to take steps towards you. “Are you scared? Is that it? Why is it that this conversation scares you but not a pack of infected…?” You scoffed, and didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to. She ended up being a few inches away from you. You couldn’t look up at her. You’re scared of doing something that you’ll regret. God, you wished you had gotten a drink or something. Maybe then you could at least blame it on the alcohol.

“What are you so afraid of?” She questioned in a whisper. Ellie wanted you to say it, she wanted to confirm that you actually liked her. She needed to hear you say it. Not insinuate it, but to actually hear it from your lips. That’s what she wanted.

Your eyes travelled from the ground and slowly trailed up her body. Your eyes lingered on Ellie’s neck, and then stopped at her chapped lips. Instinctively, she licked her lips as she continued to stare at you. You swallowed lowly, finally finding yourself looking into her green eyes. “I’m scared that you won’t like it.” Again, your eyes flickered to her lips.

“I will.”

For a split second you’re happy. But then you remember Cat. You frown, and decided to take a step back. “You’re with Cat- in love with her. That’s what you said, isn’t it? I may be in love with you but i’m not gonna let you cheat on her.”

Ellie pressed her lips together, a nod and small smile on her lips. “You’re a good person, y/n. That’s one of the many things that i love about you..” Your stomach did a flip, but you tried to listen to her next words carefully. You couldn’t be distracted by her sweet words. “I broke up with Cat. As fucked up as it is… I was only with her to try and get over you.”

“So, what i’m getting from this conversation is… You’re single?”

She laughed, and walked closer to you. “Not for long i hope.” She winked- well, tried to to. It was a pretty bad wink. But it was cute that she tried.

“I feel bad for the next person who dates you… you’re infuriating.” You whispered, watching and you and Ellie inched closer to each other.

She grinned, and watched and you closed you eyes. “You love it.” She paused for a moment, just to tease you before she finally brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. Her hands trail down to your hips so you could be flushed against her body. Your arms wrap around her shoulders loosely. She groans when you nip at her lower lip, then slides her hand under your shirt. God… you’re so enticing, y/n. Ellie was only thinking of you in this moment.

“Oi! Y/n! Ellie! PDA!!” Joel’s head popped out from the kitchen window as he glared at you two playfully.

“Right,” You pushed away from Ellie’s lips. “Joel knows.”

Ellie nodded, a smile on her lips as she continued to look at you. She was awestruck. She finally got to kiss you, to hold you and in the future there would be more memories with you. More memorable memories. “I guess he does.” She peck you on the lips and grab your hands. “You’re with me, right?”

You nodded, squeezing her hands to comfort her. God, you loved her so much. There is nothing better than being with her. You wished you had told her your feelings sooner, way before Cat. Maybe things could’ve been different.

But things are back on track for you and Ellie, and will be for a long time. Your gut is telling you everything will be fine. “Always.”

As long as you were with Ellie, nothing could go wrong.

end <3

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie #ellie williams #joel miller #dina tlou #jesse tlou #the last of us part two #maria tlou #tommy tlou #reader insert #female reader #wlw ship

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darkhymns-fic · 3 years ago

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The Purrfect Salesman (Lying)

Kris runs into a shady figure in a dark alleyway.

They have cat ears.

This is unexpected.

Fandom: Deltarune Characters: Spamton, Kris, Noelle, Queen, Susie, Ralsei Rating: G Word Count: 4577 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: I wrote this fic around a year ago, (since people discovered him having the Cat element) but with the new Spamton lore reveal and the possible reason why he has this element?? I just think it’s very fun and I realized I never shared this here. Enjoy cat Spamton.

You hear a strange, clanging sound from the nearby dumpster.

It makes you stop in your tracks, though your hand doesn’t reach for your sword just yet. For all you know, it could just be an annoying mouse, trying to find its way out of the dumpster and into another hole in the wall. It could just be an Ambyuu-Lance, searching for anybody in need of some help and/or bullets. It could even be one of those Tasques that liked to bat you around like a little yarn ball.

And when you hear a rather frantic, “ME0W!” you begin to think it must be one of them. You can just sneak by the dumpster and get to that crosswalk-

The dumpster lid flies wide open when you barely take a step.

“HEY EVERY NYA!!! IT’S ME! EV3RY BUDDY ‘S FAVORITE [[Little Meow Meow!]] NYA~ SPAMTON G. SPAMTON.”

The first thing you see are fuzzy, black kitty ears which slowly emerges from the rim of the dumpster. Oh, cute.

…Which is then followed by the gaping mouth of a weird puppet man who is bending his head to the left a little too much, his pink and yellow glasses shining brightly. You can even hear his open mouth rattle unnervingly. Oh. Not cute. NOT. CUTE.

At the very moment he locks eyes with you, you realize you have lost your one measly chance at escape.

“WHOA! IS THAT A-!?” And then the cat-man-puppet jumps out of the garbage, leaping with all the feline grace that he apparently had. Against your own will, you take another look at him and, of course, he has a long silky tail. To match with those black ears of his. And?? Did he have paws?? It was not as easy to tell if what he has are paws or just nubby little puppet hands. But as he lands on all fours in front of you, he holds up those paws of his and gives you the full-frontal view of his toe beans.

Okay, that was kinda cute then. Weird, but cute.

“LIGHT nER! HEY-HE- ME0oooW!!!” He shakes, the yowl reverberating out of his throat like a static mess. You wonder if he has a very bad cold.

You don’t really want to get it yourself so maybe if you take a step back-

“LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE [[In Need of a Fuzzy Friend]]? WELL, LOOK NO MORE!!” He continues to show off his toe beans, but his talking, which is a mixture of static and a yowl, is not exactly drawing you in. “SPAMTON NYA SPAMTON HAS A [[Specil Deal]] JUST FOR YOU AT THIS [[Fine Pet Establishment Inc. 1997]]!!”

You’re afraid of what this cat-man is going to say the very next moment, but even when you try to turn your head away, he darts quick to be right in front of you. His little cat tail is waving around himself erratically. Like, in a not normal-cat kind of way. As if it is just about to leave this very dimension at every wagging motion. Also are his cat ears clipping through his head somehow…?

“I WANT YOU TO [[Adopt Me]] KRIS!!” He hops on all four of his feet – which, doesn’t exactly look right. He still looks very much like a puppet who is bending forwards on his hands and having a hard time even doing so. He struggles to keep the position and half the time stands up anyway, as if the previous action has been hurting his back. “I CAN BE YOUR [[Fuzzy Little Lumpkin!]] THIS WILL MAKE YOU A REAL [[BIG SHOT]]! I [[Satisfaction Guaranteed Or Your Money Back]]!”

You instantly shake your head in the negative.

“WHAT THE [[Paw Patrol]] DO YOU MEAN??! I’M A GOD-DAMNED CAT!!” He hisses through his open mouth, his jaw still rattling, always looking as if it is just about to fall off. “LISTEN, KRIS!! LISTEN! LET ME [[Sweet n’Low™]] THE DEAL FOR YOU!”

With that, Spamton the Cat Puppet leaps right back into the dumpster, making little yowls and hisses as he does so. You really should have left by now, but every time you take a step, Spamton would turn back at you and hiss, his black ears pressing back against his black hair.

Maybe you should wait and humor him a bit.

After a few more minutes, Spamton leaps right back out again, now holding something in his mouth. You wonder if he thinks he looks adorable like this, but with the way he grimaces and sorta drools over the object he is holding, it just looks kinda gross instead…

He then plops the object right at your feet. It’s a Maus, who falls to the ground with a tiny squeak. You have a feeling it’s still alive.

“SEE?? OL’ SPAMTON CAN BE YOUR VERY OWN [[Pest Control Services For Only $49.99 a Month]]!! IT’S A STE4L!”

The Maus clicks around a bit until it gets back up and scurries away into the darkness.

“HEY! WHAT THE [[@#$#$%]]?! I TOLD YA TO STAY [[Killed]]!!”

You once again try to leave, but Spamton gets in your path. He’s on all fours and clearly suffering through it!

“WHOA WHOA WHOA! KRIS!! YOU AIN’T THINKING OF LEAVING YOUR OLD PAL, SPAMTON?! I HAVE [[Fleas, Worms, and Ticks]] THAT ONLY YOU CAN GET RID OF WITH TLC!!”

You do your best to say that you are allergic to cats-

“THAT’S A BOLD-FACED LIE, KID AND YOU KNOW IT!!”

He saw right through that one, didn’t he?

Spamton is scuttling up to you again, clearing his throat a few too many times that you worry if he is about to cough something up… “KRIS! HOW ABOUT DOING THE [[Pet and Feed!!]] SO I CAN SHOW YOU HOW YOU’LL LOVE THIS DEAL! PLEASE?! [[I’m so lonely]].”

It’s hard to not feel pity for this cat, even if he is a very weird-looking, very aggressive cat. So you decide to do as he asks, and went to pet his head.

As you do so, you instantly feel the dried gel that he must have used in his hair/fur. But even the hint of you pulling your hand away makes him hiss and screech, so you went back to petting him until he is content and doing what he thinks must sound like purring but is more like…clearing his throat. You try to ignore the icky texture, since with the gel is also mixed in a lot of garbage juice.

Yeah, this is kind of a gross cat honestly.

“NYA~! THANK YOU, KRIS! NO ONE WANTS TO PET [[Number 1 Rated Meow Meow1997]] ANYMORE! BUT I KNEW YOU WERE DIFFERENT!”

He conveniently leaves out the fact that he looks like he is ready to maul your face whenever you are going to do anything else otherwise.

“NOW THAT WE ARE [[Friends Fur-ever❤️]] I CAN JOIN YOU ON YOUR CYBER CITY JOURNEY! IT’S [[downright terrifying]] FOR A KID LIKE YOU! YOU’LL NEED A HELPFUL PAW!”

You have a feeling that no matter what you say, this cat thing isn’t going to let you go.

In all fairness, you’ve been attacked by giant syringes, lanky wire beasts, and nearly been hit in the face with a glass-full of battery acid more times than you care to count. What is one weird cat thing to all of that?

Still, it would have been nice to have a choice in the matter.

“SO KRIS!! [[Deal or No Deal]]?? YOU’LL GET THE [[Top Dog Package]]!! EXCEPT I’M A CAT!” Spamton is shaking. His purring (??) noises grinding out to corrupted glitches. It’s a bit horrifying to witness so you immediately answer in the positive.

The shaking stops. Spamton is whole, a happy little kitty cat with greasy hair. He mews brightly, his glasses gleaming. “NYA~! THEN LET’S GO, KRIS!”

He leaps up once again, this time landing right on top of your head. You make no discernable expression. Even if you can smell the garbage off him way too keenly now. You inform Spamton that he needs to take a bath.

“CATS DON’T LIKE WATER, NYA~! GET IT TOGETHER, KID! I ALREADY CLEAN MYSELF UP LIKE ALL CATS DO!”

Okay, might as well give up on that front. Also, too much information.

So, you’ve gotten yourself a cat now. A very dirty, possibly rabid cat, but you got one. You suppose you can deal with one for the time being. So as if nothing life-changing had just happened, you walk off with your new little meow meow on your head, his paws scratching at your scalp just slightly painfully.

Only after you leave the alleyway with Spamton do you wonder how he knew your (is it yours?) name in the first place.

When you get back to Queen’s car, the first thing she asks you is, “Kris What Did I Tell You About Bringing Strays Back Home?” She looked at Spamton who is still kneading his claws into your head, leaning back in the passenger seat with her drink while you took the wheel once more, for some reason. “I Don’t Want To Get Fur All Over The Upholstery.”

Noelle, still in her ingenious robot disguise, is staring at you through her box-y head. You try to avoid staring too much, due to the craftsmanship of it. “Er, Kris? Who is…what is that?”

Spamton sees his opportunity then, jumping from your head and landing right in front of Noelle, meowing in a very, very grating manner. “HEY THERE, [[My Gal Pal]]!!” He then tries to do a little jig? You are not sure why he even bothered. “ARE YOU READY TO DO SOME PETTING? GIRLS L0VE PETS!!”

You can’t see Noelle’s face through the box, but you can imagine that she’s not enjoying things very much right now. “It- it talks? I don’t…”

Then Spamton leaps towards her so fast, almost violently with the way his back seems to crack, with the way his jaw seems to dislocate so he can keep doing his off-key meowing. “HERE COMES [[Santa Paws]]!”

He latches right onto her face, claws already tearing through the cardboard. And as he does so, Spamton keeps saying “meowmeowowowmeowowowomeow” on loop.

“Get it off get it off of me Kris help me!!!”

You feel it is getting a bit cold in here…

“Okay Everyone Get Out Of The Car Now,” speaks Queen. She grabs both you and Noelle in both arms, leaving her drink in the cup holder. “Guess We’ll Need To Hoof It.”

Of course, as she does so, Noelle’s boxy head falls right off, until Spamton is left clutching only that. He doesn’t seem to notice, furiously gnawing at it like a… well, like a cat that really liked boxes.

“YUM YUM [[Now That’s What I Call Boxmanship]]! GIVE ME ALL THE FIBER YOU HAVE!!”

And once everyone (except cat Spamton) is out of the car, that same car promptly explodes. Nothing was left. Not even a scrap of box or cat.

“Sorry Kris But It Had To Be Done,” said Queen. “Cyber Rabies Here Are No Joke.”

Though right after she said that, she notices Noelle and her box-less head. The red lights on her face read ‘OMG’.

“Oh Noelle Sweetie Gravy Pumpkin Spice Latte.” Queen clasps her hands together, smiling wide. “I Knew You’d Come Back.”

“…Uh oh.”

Before you can even blink, a cage had been calibrated correctly right on top of Noelle. You can only hear her screams as she’s whisked away, along with Queen’s regal laughter.

“I Knew It Was Good To Be Trucies With You Kris. Anyway Catch Ya Later. I Gotta Go Conquer The World Now With Noelle. Come By If You Want To Be Captured Too.”

And just when Queen runs out of there, that’s when you heard a familiar screeching… a familiar yowling.

You look up and see a rather toasty cat man fall from the sky to land right on your face. The force of his descent knocks you right onto your back. Everything is upside down for a long minute.

“KRIS! KRIS!!!” he yells right into your face, making your headache that much worse. “YOU [[Specil Little Slime]]!! DON’T YOU KNOW I HAVE [[9 Lives and Counting]]?! THAT’S THE DEAL YOU CAN’T REFUSE!”

He then begins pawing at your face, his claws a bit sharp, possibly a bit dirty. You hope you don’t need any shots after this.

Looks like you are still a cat owner, to your disappointment.

Susie makes a face as she looks at your forcefully-acquired pet that made his home on your head. “That’s a weird-looking cat.”

Ralsei is smiling, but you knew he is only doing it to be polite. “I think it has a rather unique cuteness! Kris, it’s so nice to know that you’re a pet lover.”

You nod, grateful that at least having this cat puppet man on your head is doing you a few favors. Maybe. Actually, you aren’t so sure on that front. But at least you found your friends after losing Noelle. They’re still in the middle of munching cotton candy. You would have to be sure Spamton doesn’t eat some.

“Seriously, since when were you a cat person, Kris?” Susie asks. She sounds like she isn’t exactly one herself.

After clawing your head some more, Spamton leaps down to greet your friends, smiling wide, which you are sure shouldn’t have been a normal thing to see on a cat. “KRIS! YOU GOT [[Friends]]!? NOW WE CAN BE A [[Buy 3, Get 1 Free]] GANG!”

Susie bares her teeth, hand dangerously close to her ax. “Why does it sound like my laptop right now?”

Ralsei gives a tiny clap with his furry hands. At least his fur is soft and clean. You miss that. “He looks friendly! Did you give him a name yet, Kris?”

“HEY THERE YOU [[Tender Little Lamb]]. I HAVE A NAME ALREADY! IT’S SPAMNYA~ G. ME0OWTON.”

Susie is looking incredibly freaked out. “Okay has this thing, like, been checked? I ain’t good with animals.”

You decide to be brutally honest and tell her you have no idea what the cat man’s problem is.

Ralsei still smiles, gazing down at Spamton who is looking a bit frazzled as he struggles to stay on all fours. “I’m sure if you give him a good home and some food, he’ll start being healthy before you know it!”

“I think this is more than just the cat not having enough freaking kibble.”

In fact, you're wondering that yourself. Because Spamton keeps shaking, his head facing the ground. His back arches slightly, and then you hear some strange hacking noises coming from his throat.

Susie is not having a good time right now. She flinches back, teeth basically jutting out of her mouth in a snarl. “The hell is its problem?!”

“Oh no, maybe we need to give it CPR…”

“WHAT? You can do that, Ralsei! I’m out!”

You kneel next to Spamton, also hoping you wouldn’t have to do so, but you are a cat owner now, so you have to accept some responsibilities. You gently place a hand on Spamton’s back, seeing him continue to heave. You ask if he is okay?

“JUST! A LITTLE HAIRBALL CAUGHT IN MY THROAT! DON’T WORRY ABOUT-” And then he promptly throws up on your shoes.

Susie is yelling, “The FLYING F-”

“Fiddlesticks!” Ralsei slickly interrupts. “He must be really sick if his hairball is that big!”

You suppose he is right, but something about that hairball is…off. It was a bright blue? And it seems to be moving, like it was about to hatch-

Oh. And it does. And from out of that blue shell comes out a dozen tiny little men. Little Spamton heads. They bounce around all happily, and they also all have little cat ears on them. This is the weirdest thing you have ever seen in your entire life.

Spamton looks down at his mini-versions and then gathers them all up in his paws. “LOOK, KRIS! I’M A MAMA CAT NOW!”

Susie slams her ax into the ground with a furious yell. “What the hell is going on right now?”

“Oh wow, Kris. I guess you have a full litter to take care of!”

You didn’t sign up for this.

“ACTUALLY YOU DID! IT WAS A [[Verbal Agreement]].” Spamton holds his egg children tightly, all of them chittering away like…actually you have no idea at all. “THEY’RE ALL I HAVE! PLEASE DON’T [[Sell Them Off to the Kitty Mill]]!” He then proceeds to lick them, cleaning up their dirty faces like a genuine parent cat would do.

Susie is grimacing. “We need to get this thing fixed.”

It’s hard for you to disagree…

Berdly smirks at you as he stands in your way once more, his halberd held high. “Hm, guess you’ve gotten soft, Kris? Who knew you’d be picking up strays now? Haha! But I guess that’s not surprising coming from-”

Spamton suddenly goes feral and leaps for Berdly’s face before you can even blink.

“NATURAL INSTINCT [[Coming in Hot]]!! ALL FOR THE [[Low, Low Price of Irritating Pain]]!!”

“OH MY GOD GET HIM OFF GET HIM OFF-”

You realize this is fast becoming a problem with your cat.

Susie doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything to help, and Ralsei is looking worried but also does nothing, mentioning how he doesn’t want to hurt the poor kitty. “He must have had such a hard life,” he adds.

An idea pops into your head, so you take out a little cat toy that you had bought in the city earlier, one with a toy Maus attached to it.

Spamton’s ears perk up when he hears the little bell ring from it, and quickly unlatches his claws from Berdly’s face to go and bat away at the toy you're waving around. “WOW! THIS IS [[High Satisfaction Guaranteed]]!”

“I can’t…feel my face…” Berdly croaks out, feathers fluttering all around him.

You probably need to train your cat a bit more.

It’s at Queen’s mansion that Spamton starts to act strange. Well, stranger than usual. For one, he is still kneading your skull with his paws, and you just have to accept that.

“KRIS!! THE BASEMENT!” He paws at your head, which for odd puppet cat paws, do not feel so comfortable. “WE MUST GO [[DownDownDown]] AND [[SEAL THE DE4L]]!”

You thought the deal was for him to be your cat now? You even bought the cat food from those Addisons who were all too happy to sell you their stock.

“NO, THE. OTHER. DEAL.” A pause, and then Spamton seals it with a wink and a “[[Nya~~]]. NOW LET’S GET TO IT, KRIS!”

Well, you are supposed to stop Queen, but you also didn’t want to be a bad pet owner…

Susie and Ralsei have been watching you as you stand in front of an open door. You go to tell them to wait here, or Spamton would get irritated.

“Huh? So what?” Susie growls. “Not like I’m gonna eat the dumb thing.”

“NYA!” Spamton hisses, grabbing onto your hair, again, not in a comfortable way. “SPAMTON IS NOT GOOD WITH NEW PEOPLE!”

Ralsei nods. “Makes sense. Some pets get scared of other people they just met.”

“Didn’t this dumb cat and Kris just meet today???”

Spamton is still hurting your head, so you decide to hurry this up and go on ahead. You tell your friends you’ll be back. Your cat just probably wants to go out.

Susie looks grossed out. “Ugh. Good luck with that.”

“I know you’ll do a good job, Kris!”

Spamton is still scratching at your head. “HURRY UP MY [[Little Cungadero]]! WE GOT PLACES TO BE! CAT POSTS TO SCRATCH! ME0WWW!”

Spamton just keeps repeating this same line of dialogue the whole time as you explore this basement. His meows and yowls echo against the walls, traveling back to your ears so you can deal with the damage even more so. You suppose these are just cat owner problems. Though you wish your cat would just take that bath already.

Spamton seems to be steering you through the basement as you explore, grabbing onto your hair and pulling you into going a direction he wanted. Eventually, you come upon a something that’s different from the monotonous atmosphere. Not just crumbling stone and clinging vines; but something made of metal that hangs in-between pillars, its details lost to the shadows.

Your cat goes ballistic just then as if the giant body is full of catnip. He leaps off your head and rushes towards it, quickly disappearing inside it until the last thing you see is his furry tail.

Did you just lose your pet??

You frown, putting your hands on your hips. Bad cat! Get outta there!

You can hear Spamton scurry inside the metal, and so you try to raise your voice a little louder, to show that you are quite angry with him. Bad cat! You don’t know where that’s been!

“I’M BUSY! GO AND [[Please Hang Up and Dial the Number Again]]. I WANT TO BE A FREE CAT NOW!”

You are getting irritated. You even got Spamton his own litter box and everything! The outside was dangerous!

“I’M A FREE CAT!! [[Hear Me Roar]]!! Meowmeowmeowowowow. I DON’T NEED A PET OWNER ANYMORE!”

You sigh. Maybe you should have given Spamton to Tasque Manager when you had the chance.

…No, you can’t think that. Spamton is your cat. He is your responsibility.

You grab onto the metal body and proceed to climb inside. This promptly freaks out Spamton intensely.

“NYA!!! MEOWMEOWOWOWO GET OUTTA HERE! I WON’T BE [[Domesticated]]!!”

The body shakes. You fly out of it and land on the hard floor. And that’s when you see that the body now has a head, and arms, and legs. It’s covered in bright neon pink and blinding orange, all of it haphazardly glued onto the body like an abstract creation. And it’s moving towards you.

…Also, it has cat ears.

“HERE I AM, KRIS!!” shouts Spamton. His pink and yellow glasses sparkle in the dark. Green strings hang up to a unseen ceiling. He moves towards you, each step making another weird meow noise? “I AM THE ULTIMATE [[Cat’s Meow!!]] AND I STILL GOT [[7 Lives Left]]!”

You get up, now knowing your cat has gotten feral. If only you had gotten Spamton his shots like you meant to but the expenses for that are so-

“HEY STOP THAT! I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOUR [[Little Furry Friend!]] IT WAS A RUSE! I’M THE [[King of the Jungle]]! IM HERE TO BE [[Top of the Food Chain]]!! I JUST NEED YOUR [[S O U L]] TO FINISH THE DEAL! ALL WITH THE HELP OF [[Hyperlink Blocked]].”

You ask Spamton about his children. Doesn’t he need to watch over them? Doesn’t he care about them?

His face turns a furious shade of red. “DON’T YOU DARE BRING MY LITTLE PIPIS INTO THIS!”

He holds up what looks like some sort of laser weapon, ready to strike. You step back, but you’re pinned to a wall. You have nowhere to run to. Maybe you really have reached your end. You prepare yourself for what would definitely be a kitty-themed attack aiming straight at you. Maybe a thousand claws will shred you up, or you’ll hit get by more weird hairballs that aren’t made of hair. The possibilities are endless.

And then you see what looks to be plastic cat ears fall from Spamton’s head to the ground. They're perched on a rubber band, the kind that people put on top of their heads…

Spamton lowers his laser weapon, staring at the forlorn head accessory.

The truth is revealed.

That is when Spamton falls to his knees. “I’M A FRAUD, KRIS!!”

You have no words to respond to this.

“I’M NOT A REAL CAT! I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE! BECAUSE NO ONE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]] ANYMORE! SO WHY NOT?? A [[Cute and Fuzzy]] ANIMAL?? THE INTERNET LOVES CATS!!” He continues to weep, his tail waving behind him. Even if it isn’t real, he is rather dedicated to the cosplay. He then holds up his hands to you, showing off those same toe beans until you notice something… “SEE?? THEY’RE JUST DRAWN ON!”

Spamton begins to cry, loud and very grating. But still, it is sad.

Feeling sorry for him, you walk over to pet him on the head. He looks less garbage-y, so it doesn’t gross you out as much as last time.

Spamton looks to you with teary eyes, his big head a bit intimidating but at least he isn’t about to bite you. Hopefully? You are going to hope really strongly on this.

Wiping away the tears, he reaches for the cat ears, their fake fur a little dirty looking, probably from sweat and also being in the garbage. You wonder if that is where he found the cat ears in the first place…

“IT….It… looks like I couldn’t be anything more than a puppet…OR a cat…” And as he speaks, his giant body shrinks, and soon he is left with just his old self, no longer having either kitty ears or tail. Just a poor little puppet man in his scuffed-up suit. “But… I can see that you are strong. Especially when caring for someone like me.”

You do not mention you had no choice in the matter, but it’s probably better that way.

“My own strings…My own weaknesses… I couldn’t overcome them, but you could. Please. Let me become your strength.”

And with his words, he starts to fade away until… there is nothing left but the dirty cat ears he had been holding, which now floats to your hands.

You have acquired the Purrfect Little Meow Meow!

You don’t want this.

“…Kris…? Kris?! KRIS?!!” Spamton yells from those same cat ears. “YOU’RE GOING TO [[Decline This Limited-Time Offer]] FROM ME?”

These ears are dirty. Also embarrassing. Can’t it be anything else?

“THERE’S NO TIME! WEAR THE CAT EARS! PUT ME ON!!”

Doesn’t Spamton have those fashionable pink and yellow glasses? Why not those inst-?

“NOT [[Cool]] KRIS! PUT. ON. THE. DAMN. CAT EARS.”

You swallow your pride and put on the Purrfect Little Meow Meow!

“Thank you!” You can feel the ears on your head smiling. You are not sure if this is that much more comfortable then before. “Now let’s get moving!”

So you do. You leave that dark basement with the broken body, leave the weird spinning teacups that Spamton had also thrown up his hair (egg?) balls into, and finally make it to your friends who are waiting on top.

Susie is at the door, ax in hand. “Hey, Kris! I was just about to go to you. You were taking so long and-”

She stares at the cat ears you wear on your head. You can see just how badly she wants to laugh.

And then she does, slapping her ax into the ground until it rumbles. “You look so freaking stupid, gahaha!”

Ralsei smiles softly. “Aw, Kris! You really are a cat lover, aren’t you?”

Susie then stops laughing immediately. “Oh yeah, where is that weirdo cat of yours anyway?”

You sigh. You suppose you have some explaining to do.

The sound of meowing still echoes in your ears…

#deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #ralsei #noelle holiday #fanfiction

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redmeet · 2 years ago

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IBLBM, Chapter 4 live slug (me) reaction

idk how you did it, but you've so easy for me to relate to jake, it's insane

"it's not a french press morning" lmaooo

jake. baby. love of my life. of all the bradley memories you have to choose from, you chose THAT ONE to remember in the middle of your medical???

"you don't need it" AH WTF WTF WTF

why mango though, is it bc he's hot?

willingness to leave people behind.. DUDE. they way i projected

okay brief but relevant parenthesis: i think it's amazing the way you've built jake from the scraps that the movie gave us on him. the material is close to nothing AND YET, you've managed to perfectly encapsulate jake's barely-there essence and make it something real and palpable and layered. also i think what's truly remarkable is that every single thing he says or does or thinks, feels in sync with movie!jake. there is not one thing i've read where i say "hmm not sure jake seresin would say that", quite the contrary, really

ngl i feel kinda weird that he didn't sit with fanboy and payback right away, BUT i'll attribute this to this widely-accepted fanon's idea that somehow all the daggers became like siblings in 2 weeks (which btw reminds me of the dark times in the mcu fandom when all fics post-avengers (2012) took place in the stark tower with them living together) lmaooo

fanboy my love i want a hug from you

oh man. my boy is down bad

i'll be a good former catholic and keep to myself my thoughts while readings jake's thoughts on bradley's body

ANOTHER RELEVANT PARENTHESIS: i also love the way you've built bradley. obviously the movie gave us a lot more material than with jake, but still, it feels (read: i feel) like you might've taken some of miles' personality (or at least what he and kaleigh let us on) and attached it to the character? am i correct? did you intend to? in any case, let me tell you this: YOUR BRADLEY IS AMAZING. he is, in my very not-so-humble opinion, The Perfect Man (haha i just remembered jake says this in Like What Up) because, again, he feels very real and in character with what the movie presented us with

you really should get an award for you E scenes

PHOENIX MY LOVE

god the pet names

THE PHILLIES. I KNEW IT. miles' traits bleeding into bradley YESSS GIMME MORE

ah this progressive camaraderie between everyone does feel natural!

OH MY GOD. OH GODDD. I'M-

teagan, you'll be hearing from my lawyer AND my therapist

no, for real, i LOVE angst, i love complicated and kinda self-sabotaging characters so that last part with jake and what we get to see of his past and the way he reacts to everyone, but particularly bradley is just *chef's kiss*. everything felt like a natural progression. it hurts in the best way

i've said this before but it bears repeating: you are an incredibly talented writer and i cannot wait to see where this goes <3

the way I love you!!!!!!! a live slug reaction so epic deserves it's own appropriate under the cut (with spoilers) response:

yes thinking of THAT while in medical... well it wasn't Jake's best plan was it

honestly any callsign I give a student I can guarantee I've given zero thought to 😂 it's usually the first word that comes into my head. you are absolutely welcome to picture mango as being hot <3 (if you're even referring to his callsign)

your first parentheses has me like 😭 thank you!!!!!! Jake is so precious to me and I try so hard to both keep my version of him true to the movie while also adding depth where I can... ah. thank you <3

re Jake not sitting with Payback and Fanboy straight away... yeah. I don't really believe that they'd go from the open animosity at the beginning of the movie to Super Besties by the end of it/after the mission, personally! gotta build that friendship first imo

re your second parentheses... thank you ahhh!!! I haven't necessarily consciously taken aspects of Miles' personality and applied it to Bradley! I just think that outside of a high stakes, stressful mission he'd be very confident and cool and collected and cocky because in their line of work you sort of have to be, I feel?

'you really should get an award for you E scenes' hehehehe 😈

'ah this progressive camaraderie between everyone does feel natural!' I'm so glad!!!

'teagan, you'll be hearing from my lawyer AND my therapist' I tried to warn people!!!!!! good to know that the angst lands well 🫣

'i've said this before but it bears repeating: you are an incredibly talented writer and i cannot wait to see where this goes <3' we are holding hands right now 🫶🏻

#imagine being loved by me #scheduling this to post in the morning because I'm wary of spoilers

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janetbrown711 · 4 years ago

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My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot:

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better.

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better.

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected.

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was t e r r i b l e at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it.

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