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thecomfortgoth · 2 years ago

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Peeping Tom Part 1

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Requests are OPEN

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

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pokegalla · 1 year ago

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Haven’t watched this in awhile but I hope I do this some justice!

Request/trade from @neko-rose888

How do the bad sanses (+ Dream) deal with an S/o just like Yor Forger?

Dust:

* You two are literally the quiet duo. You would think that’s a bad thing right? Nah. Introverts just have their own way of communicating. So he actually understands you best. Which much to your relief helps you a lot.

* Now seeing you in battle is a whole ‘nother story. He didn’t think you had it in you. Even under the hoodie you can see his eyes go wide as you easily take down a group of strong men easily- you just earned this man’s instant affection-

* But if there’s one thing he’s more terrified of, it’s your cooking. He doesn’t panic but he’s pretty creative on getting rid of the evidence. Thank god he can teleport this away. No offense to you…he just can’t do it. But at least he’s discreet so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

* To him you are a beautiful strong and independent woman…and he’ll protect you even in the shadows.

Killer:

* He thought you were the cutest damn thing ever. Teasing you with sweet words and gentle gestures to flirt and see your face turn red. Stars he can never get over that sight.

* But man seeing you in action just makes him fall in more love. Fighting side by side as people drop down to the floor as you dance together with your blades? Can he really think of anything more romantic than this?

* Your cooking is one thing he’s a little….scared of. He still eats it. He loves you that much! But man his nonexistent stomach hurts so much- worth it-🥲

* He still loves you though. His perfect thorn princess…he’ll be sure to dance again with you

Horror:

* Ironically both of you are pretty similar: both of you are absolutely precious but a little terrifying if necessary- Horror is like a big ol teddy bear who likes to tail you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself and you make sure he’s ok too!

* But man both of you are RELENTLESS in battles. Downright chilling to the bone (pun intended-) with your cold glares and shocking strength. The switch up even makes the others nervous-

* But nothing more terrifying then Horror actually eating your cooking without any hesitation and even asking for seconds- thanks to him, you strive to do better in your cooking!

* He can’t help but have a soft spot for you. Just please do be careful. He worries a lot….

Error:

* Don’t let this tsundere act bullshit you- he finds you annoying but speaks up for you instantly? That man will glare anyone down if they try to take advantage of you-

* And despite being a little surprised at how capable you are in battle, he does still watch over you and assists you anyway he can. What? He knows you’re still a klutz. He’s not wanting to have to swoop in and save you because YOU aren’t paying attention- (he was being a worrywart-)

* He doesn’t really eat anything other than his chocolate bars but you swear someone has been tampering with your cooking….oh well. It does seem to taste better now!

* He might be a little jackass but that’s only because that’s what he wants you to see. He’s no softie dammit-!

Nightmare:

* He hired you for your services as your reputation exceeded you. But he was…not expecting someone so…well soft. He thought it was a facade but nope- purely that is your true character. Which was odd to him….could someone this innocent really do anything useful?

* Oh man but you shut him up with your actions. Your speed, your elegant skills, your raw power, he was mesmerized by it all. Could you really be the same gullible quiet girl….? Well you’ve earned his respect.

* With cooking, he actually helps you. At first you spoon feed him a taste and instead of panicking at the taste, he gives you an honest opinion, some advice, and even a cook book for you to follow. He does linger longer than he should have….

* He can’t help the soft spot that’s grown so fond of you. He’s hesitant but he can’t ignore how nice it feels to be with you….

Dream:

* He heard rumors of your deeds and wanted to put a stop to you. But when he first saw you…well he didn’t expect you to be so reserved. And kind. And sweet….he actually heard your story and you gained his empathy as he understood how you would feel the need to work hard for your sibling’s sake.

* He doesn’t agree with your work but he doesn’t stop you. Because he knows how important this is for you. But expect him to constantly make sure you’re ok and ready to heal you if necessary.

* As for cooking, he usually ends up cooking with you. Mostly because he smelled your cooking and was a little…concerned. But he decided to make this kinda like a fun dating activity while he teaches you! And oh how fun it was. You both couldn’t stop giggling.

* He really cherishes you and despite living different lives, you both make it work….

#my writing #undertale au #self insert #funny #cute #undertale au headcanons #anime headcanons #technically #reader is similar to Yor forger #sans au x reader #bad sanses x reader #dust sans #error sans #nighmare sans #killer sans #horror sans #dream sans #request answered

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hii could you please write a young coriolanus x reader arranged marriage trope thank you

☼ plinth legacy pt1 (Coriolanus Snow) ☼

warnings; swearing, death mention, blood mention, some grief.

wc; 7.7k

notes; made the reader sejanus's sister for angst reasons :)

part two.

Coriolanus Snow.

A name, much less a person, you had never thought would constantly be on your mind. He wasn’t before. In fact, most days you wouldn’t glance his way twice, unless you had to. He was just another face at the Academy, a friend of your brother, Sejanus. Which, by association, made him a friend of yours. Or, at the very least, acquaintances.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, or that he was unbearable to have a conversation with. Actually, his presence was nice, on the occasions that you were around him for longer than a few minutes at a time. He was polite, and always seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, even if he’d heard it all before from Sejanus.

You started to see more of Coriolanus when they became mentors for the tributes in the districts. You weren’t eligible to participate, and it wasn’t due to grades, but because you’re a year younger than your brother. This didn’t stop him from pulling you to see the tributes in the zoo when the opportunity first struck.

Ma had warned you two to be careful, after what she had seen happen with Coriolanus getting stuck inside. Still, she happily made the sandwiches when Sejanus requested it, and even made extra after he told her what his plan was. He wanted to give them to the tributes inside of the cage, he had a feeling they were hungry, and he was right.

Sejanus couldn’t get them to approach the bars, no matter what he said, or how hard he tried. A few times, you’d tried yourself, attention focused on one person in particular, who was on the far side of the cage, refusing to look your guys’ way.

Your fingers curled around the cold steel, leaning into it. “Marcus.” You breathed, a smile on your face. “Please, we want to help.” His eyes found you, standing above where Sejanus was crouched. “It’s just a sandwich.”

He didn’t budge, of course. Sejanus took a glance behind the two of you, getting to his feet. The sandwich lowering in one hand, as he waved someone over with the other. When you looked, you found Coriolanus coming through the crowd, blonde curls bouncing with each step.

When he caught your eye, he gave you a smile. “Trouble?”

“None of them trust us. And why should they?” Sejanus asked.

“Us?” Coriolanus echoed.

“I’ve been trying, too. But not as broadly.” You shook your head.

A girl had marched up next to the three of you to point to a sign on a pillar next to the enclosure. “It says, ‘Please don’t feed the animals.’”

“They’re not animals, though,” Sejanus told her. “They’re kids, like you and me.”

“They’re not like me! They’re district. That’s why they belong in a cage!” She shouted.

Sejanus sighed. “Once again, like me.” He then looked at Coriolanus. “Coriolanus, do you think you could get your tribute to come over? If she does, the others might. They have to be starving.”

He hesitated, looking through the bars to find his tribute. He took a moment to think, debate whether or not he should. All he needed was a little push to convince him, so you leaned forward, over Sejanus, to place a hand on his arm.

“Please?” The word was sweet, more than you had intended it to be. His eyes moved to you, instead. “Do you have any ideas?”

He took in a breath, “I can’t just treat her like it’s feeding time at the zoo,” He was shaking his head. “Not mine. But I could offer her dinner. Maybe they’ll join after that.”

Sejanus nodded, you removed your hand, giving him a smile. Your brother opened up the backpack for Coriolanus to see the amount of sandwiches and fresh plums that were inside, waiting. “Take whatever. Ma made extra. Please.”

Coriolanus took two sandwiches and two plums, and then moved away to a more private spot, where he sat down on a flat rock. His tribute went up to him to join, and they spoke briefly. She took a bite out of one of the sandwiches, a smile appearing on her face.

The other tributes had moved forward, seemingly gauging her reaction to make sure that it was good. When she swallowed her bite, she turned her head to them. “You all should get one. They’re real good!” She waved her district friend forward. “Go on, Jessup!”

Jessup took his time approaching the fence, black hair sticking to his forehead from the heat. Sejanus wordlessly handed him a sandwich, and a healthy plum. As soon as Jessup had returned to where he’d been before, the other tributes rushed forward.

You stole a sandwich and a plum, holding them to your chest, eyes on Marcus, as he refused to come forward. A dozen hands stuck themselves through the bars, and your brother struggled to fill them quickly. Within the minute, the food was gone, everyone had gotten one.

Except for Marcus.

He had his arms crossed over his chest, face hard. Sejanus pulled a sandwich out of the very bottom of the bag, unaware that the food you were holding was for Marcus, and not for yourself.

“Marcus, this is for you. Take it. Please.” Sejanus said, leaning out as far as he could. “Please, Marcus.” He pleaded. “You must be starving.”

You watched with a sinking heart as Marcus looked Sejanus up and down, and then turned his back to the both of you. One of the other, smaller, boy tributes took the opportunity and ran forward to claim the sandwich, snatching it from Sejanus’s hand.

The news crew showed up after that, pushing a camera into his face. Your brother wasn’t having it, slinging the empty backpack over his shoulder. He held his elbow out for you, so he could escort you through the crowd better.

“I’m going to talk to Marcus.” You told him. “I don’t want him to go hungry.”

“Ma will be upset that I left you here.” Sejanus said, “She told me to watch you.”

“You wouldn’t be leaving me. I have Coryo.” You motioned to Coriolanus, who was in his own world with his tribute. You cleared your throat, getting his attention. “Sejanus is going to leave, you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on me, would you?”

Coriolanus nodded, smiling, “Of course not, why’d you even ask?”

Sejanus was satisfied, lowering his elbow. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Tell Ma I won’t be too late.” You said, watching him weave through the crowd to leave.

And then you turned back to the cage, eyes on Marcus in the corner. He was stiff, unmoving in the corner for another few long minutes. Which was probably done to ensure that you two had left.

When he decided that enough time had passed, he took his time turning around. The first place he looked was in your direction to confirm the coast was clear.

You were certain he was going to shut you out at the sight of you, but he didn’t. He stayed where he was, and so did you. You waited for him to relax, even if it was a little bit, before you bothered to hold up the sandwich and the plum you’d been holding to your chest. The food that you’d been protecting for him.

His face twisted, you stared, drawing in a breath. “Ma made it. I don’t want you to go hungry, Marcus.”

Marcus deliberated, eyes wandering from yours, and then he’d pushed himself off of the wall. You crouched, so that he wouldn’t have to come up the dry moat if he didn’t want to. He took his time, drawing attention to himself.

If he had any respect from the other tributes for abstaining, it had crumbled like his resolve.

Marcus stopped at the bottom of the moat, you held out the sandwich and the plum for him. “We’re so sorry you’re here, Marcus. We never could’ve imagined it’d come to this.” He didn’t move, watching you.

And then all of a sudden he did.

His hands closed around your wrists, yanking you forward. You barely turned your head in time to keep your nose from slamming into the bars, eyes wide, trying to pull back. He had a tight grip on you, squeezing hard enough for you to feel the blood beginning to build in your fingers.

“You aren’t.” He said, voice hard.

“Marcus…” You wiggled, “Marcus, you’re hurting me.”

He tried to pull you in closer, forcing you to press into the bars of the enclosure. “This is what you get, (Y/n). This is what happens when you treat people like animals.”

“But this isn’t my fault!” You shouted, panic settling in. “Let go of me!”

“You’re the one that moved to the Capitol. You didn’t stay in District Two. You’re just as bad as they are.”

“Let go!” You cried, tears in your eyes.

“Get off of her.” A hard voice demanded, a hand shot in front of you to make a grab at Marcus.

Coriolanus was angry, an emotion that you hadn’t seen him wear before. He was always so cool and collected, there wasn’t a lot that could get him riled up. If it did, he would excuse himself, to keep from tarnishing his perfect reputation.

A stern crease was between his eyebrows as he got his hand around one of Marcus’s forearms, bringing him forward with one solid pull.

“I said, get off of her.” His voice was low.

“Or what?” Marcus asked.

“Or I’ll make you wish you never met her.”

Marcus listened, never taking his eyes off of Coriolanus, as if he could jump through the narrow bars to strangle him. His hands released, and you let go of the sandwich and the plum in the process. You caught yourself on the bars before you could fall completely, standing up swiftly, brushing dust off your skirt.

Coriolanus reached for you, and you held onto the red sleeve of his Academy uniform, breathing heavily. You shook your head at Marcus, heart beating in your chest. “Just because we’re here now, doesn’t mean we’ve changed, unlike you.”

The evening was ruined, but the zoo was closing anyway. Coriolanus let you hang onto his elbow, as he began to lead you out while blocking the cameras from bombarding you. You didn’t make it very far before you saw Sejanus, sitting behind a boulder. And even though you could’ve let go of Coriolanus, you didn’t.

You were upset, for multiple reasons. Your intentions were completely different from what Marcus assumed. You weren’t there to save face with District Two, you were there to help him. And even worse, you were mad at Sejanus for dragging you along in the first place.

It was the last time you went to see Marcus with Sejanus, but it was the first time Coriolanus kept you up at night. It was the way he had stepped in, how he reached for you first, instead of waiting to see if you wanted his comfort. It stuck out in your mind, and then it didn’t.

When your mom saw the bruises on your wrists the following day, she told you that you were done. Sejanus would have to do the mentoring on his own. This doesn’t mean that you heard about it any less. You probably heard about it more, getting every detail without ever having to ask, because Sejanus offered it up.

You didn’t see Coriolanus for a few days after that, despite the fact that you wanted to thank him. You were too invested in schoolwork, while also trying to come up with ideas for Sejanus to use with Marcus, because he wanted to make things right between them.

When you did see him next, it was the day of Arachne Crane’s funeral. The whole school had gathered on the front steps of the Academy. The groups were divided neatly and alphabetically by class, but Coriolanus wasn’t. He was in the front row, sitting alongside important individuals, namely President Ravenstill.

You had no idea why, until the Academy clock struck nine, and the entire crowd fell silent. That’s when he rose from his seat and walked to the podium, where he sang the anthem. The president then gave a speech about Arachne, how her life didn’t deserve to be taken when all the Capitol is doing is striving for peace.

You bit your tongue, hard. If they wanted peace, they should treat those in the districts together. You’d heard about what happened to Arachne, what she did to her tribute. She was teasing a starving girl, and while you don’t agree that taking a life is the right form of payback, you can’t blame the tribute.

The funeral procession came around the corner, following the drumming. At first, it was all peacekeepers from the honor guard. The crane was next, attached to a flatbed. And dangling from the hook, with bullets in her dead body, was the district girl. Below, shackled to the truck bed, were the twenty-three other tributes, filthy with their heads down.

You were sick, struggling to breathe, as you imagined the amount of pain they had to be in. As you pictured yourself hanging from that hook, or chained to a truck that you couldn’t even stand on. The rest of the funeral was a blur, as the truck disappeared.

Still, you went to find Coriolanus, ignoring your own brother to do so. He was standing near the podium, talking to Dean Highbottom, but as soon as he left, you slid in.

“You sounded amazing.” You said, Coriolanus turned to you with raised eyebrows. When he saw your face, he gave you a smile. “I wish I sounded half as good.”

“I’m sure you do.” He said, hand on your shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in a couple of days, is everything okay?”

“Ma told me I’m not allowed to help anymore, she saw the bruises.” You said, “I’m fine, though.”

“He left bruises?” That crease between his eyebrows returned.

“He was mad. I would be too.” You muttered. “They got dumped into a zoo, literally. You were there. How did it feel?”

His face contorted, “Wrong, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.”

“You’re right.” You sighed. “I never got to properly thank you for stepping in. I think he would’ve let go eventually, but—”

“You don’t need to thank me, (Y/n).” He interrupted, watching as you reached into your backpack.

“I do, actually.” You pulled out a neat plate of bread pudding that had been sitting flat on the bottom of your bag. When you looked up, you saw his parted lips. “You can’t ask how I know, but I heard that you really like bread pudding. I made enough for you and Tigris, or even if you wanted to share it with Lucy Gray.”

“You bake.” He said.

“On occasion. If you have any requests, I’ll be more than happy to make it for you.” You nodded.

He gave you a smile. “Thank you, (Y/n), but I don’t think I could ever ask that of you.”

“Please, don’t hesitate.” You told him. “I’ll see you around.”

You’d expected to see Coriolanus in the hallways next in passing, not the hospital later that evening. The mentors had gone to the arena with the tributes to do televised interviews, when rebels set off several bombs, killing multiple people. Both of the tributes from Six were killed, as well as the Ring twins—Diana and Apollo. While three mentors had been injured, that being Coriolanus, Androcles Anderson and Gauis Breen. The latter one lost both of his legs.

And of course, with the exit being wide open, four tributes went running for it. The tributes from One were dead before they stepped foot out the door, while the girl from Two had made it to the river. She made it over the wall, but died in the fall. While Marcus… he disappeared completely.

Sejanus was, thankfully, uninjured. The Academy canceled classes, so he came straight home. He didn’t really speak until the following day, when he suggested for the two of you to visit Coryo in the hospital. You’d agreed, because leaving your brother alone while he was that upset didn’t seem right.

Ma made more meat loaf sandwiches, because Coriolanus seemed to like them so much. When you visited him, he sat up in the hospital bed. Sejanus set Coryo’s book bag down on a table, while you took a seat. Together, the three of you enjoyed the sandwiches, while talking about anything but Marcus.

When you were done, you wished for him to get well soon. It would be the second time that he’d stay on your mind, this time lasting longer. You didn’t like that he was hurt, especially when he didn’t deserve to be. The war was between the districts and the government, not the people in-between that were being forced to help.

It didn’t seem to bother Coriolanus, though. He kept fighting for his tribute, and you tried to pry him from your mind. It was easier to do when the Games did finally come around, especially that first day. When the cameras started with a wide shot of the arena as a whole, and the fourteen tributes that stood in a circle around the center.

Then the camera changed, as it slowly zoomed in on twin steel poles, twenty feet high with a crossbeam. And at the center, Marcus hung from shackles at his wrists, beaten bloody, face swollen. When he moved his lips, it showed his broken teeth.

You raised to your feet the same time that Sejanus had. He was standing a few feet in front of you, next to Coriolanus, who was watching him carefully. The only reason why you were allowed to be in the hall was because you were there to support your brother, and you quickly understood why.

Sejanus rushed forward, grabbed an empty chair, and hurled it at the screen, where Marcus’s mangled face was. “Monsters!” He screamed. “You’re all monsters here!”

You watched in silence as he left the hall, leaving you there. No one had moved after him, and you were too stunned for a minute to chase after him. Coriolanus turned in his chair, where he saw you grabbing at your wrists, where the bruises were just healing.

“(Y/n)--” He was worried, shaking his head.

“He’s right.” You breathed, backing up toward the door. “What have we done?”

“Miss Plinth,” A hand had grabbed you.

You jerked away, eyes wild, lips parted. It was Dean Highbottom, and there was a warning on his face, telling you not to cause a scene. You didn’t want to be like your brother. Except, it was too late for him to step in, because the two of you were already too similar. Born from the same tree branch that split into two.

“Get away from me.” The words were harsh, “Don’t touch me.”

He let you go, as you followed after Sejanus. He wasn’t too far, just down the hall, where he was heaving heavy breaths, hands in fists at his sides. The look he gave you could’ve killed anyone, but his expression softened when he realized it was you.

You hugged him, standing there for what felt like forever. Marcus ended up dying later that afternoon by another tribute, presumably a mercy killing. Sejanus encouraged you to go home, telling you that he’d be right behind you in a few hours. You listened, told Ma that Sejanus was upset and that was it.

Well, that’s what you thought, at least. He didn’t come home that night, and as it got later, Ma was getting more worried. She asked you if you had any ideas where he could’ve gone, and you told her no. All you could do was suggest Coriolanus, because they were close, and Coryo seemed to care.

Ma took you to the Snow penthouse, where Tigris opened the door, dressed in a nice lavender dress. With Ma in hysterics, you explained the situation, and she invited you inside to sit in the living room. Tigris made tea, while her grandmother took a seat in a chair nearby. On the television was the arena, but it was too dark to see anything, even with the moonlight.

Tigris poured jasmine tea into cups on the table, while your mom tried to clean herself up with the handkerchief. “You’re such nice people. I’m so sorry to have dropped in on you like this.”

“Any friend of Coriolanus is a friend of us all.” His grandmother said. “Plinch, did you say?”

Your eyebrows twitched, Ma didn’t skip a beat. “Plinth. It’s Plinth.”

“You know, Grandm’am, she sent the lovely casserole when Coriolanus was injured.” Tigris said to remind her.

“I’m sorry. It’s too late.” Ma sniffed.

“Please don’t apologize. You did exactly the right thing.” Tigris patted her shoulder, looking up. Her eyebrows raised suddenly. “Oh, here’s my cousin now! Perhaps he knows something.”

You turned, finding Coriolanus gently shutting the door behind him. He gave you a gentle smile, but when you didn’t reciprocate, it dropped slightly. “Mrs. Plinth, (Y/n), what an unexpected pleasure. Is everything all right?” He asked, coming closer.

“Oh, Coriolanus. It isn’t. Not at all. Sejanus hasn’t come home. (Y/n) said he left the Academy this morning, and I haven’t seen him since. I’m so worried." She said. “Where can he be? I know Marcus being like that hit him—” She placed a hand on your knee, hand squeezing. “Them hard. Do you know? Do you know where he could be?”

“He was upset, ma’am. BUt I don’t know that it’s any cause for worry. He probably just needed to blow off some steam. Took a long walk or something. I’d do the same thing myself.” He tried to ease her.

“But it’s so late. It isn’t like him to up and disappear, not without letting his ma know.”

“Is there anywhere you can think of he might go? Or somebody he might visit?” Tigris asked.

Ma shook her head. “No. No. Your cousin’s his only friend.”

Coriolanus looked at you, where you hand your palms on your lap. “You know, if he’d wanted company, I think he’d have come to me first. You can see how he might have needed some time alone to… to make sense of all this. I’m sure he’s all right. Otherwise you’d have heard of it.”

“Did you check with the Peacekeepers?” Tigris asked.

Ma nodded. “No sign of him.”

“You see?” Coriolanus asked. “There’s been no trouble. Maybe he’s even home by now.”

“Perhaps you should go and check.” Their grandmother suggested.

Tigris gave her a look. “Or you could just call.”

Ma shook her head. “No. Your grandma’s right. Home is the place we should be. And I should let you all get to bed.”

“Coriolanus will walk you.” Tigris said.

“Of course.” Coriolanus nodded, you got to your feet.

“My car’s waiting down the block.” Ma told them, getting up as well. She smoothed down her hair. “Thank you. You’ve all been so kind. Thank you.” She reached back to grab her handbag, you looked away from Coriolanus to the television, where you stopped.

There, on the screen, a shadowy figure came out the barricade. The moonlight catering the side of his face, the features eerily familiar. He was carrying something in his hands, as he crossed the arena to Marcus’s corpse, where he stopped. Above laid a sleeping girl, the tribute that had killed your friend to keep him from suffering.

“Shall I walk you to your car?” Coriolanus asked, Ma had begun toward him. “I bet you’ll find Sejanus in bed.”

“No.” The word was a whisper out of your mouth. “No, Coryo.” He’d turned his attention to you, mouth opening to speak, when you did it first. “Sejanus is in there.”

Coriolanus came closer, passing Ma. You reached out to grab him, hand on his shoulder. Sejanus knelt down, and tried his best to arrange Marcus in an appropriate manner. He rolled Marcus on his back, straightened his legs and tried to fold his arms over his chest. And then he stood up and held his hand out over Marcus’s body.

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung into your eyes.

“That’s your son in there? What’s he doing?” Asked their grandmother.

“He’s putting bread crumbs on the body.” You murmured, lips trembling. “So Marcus has food on his journey.”

“His journey where? He’s dead!”

“Back to wherever he came from.” Ma told them. “It’s what we do, back home. When someone dies.”

You swallowed thickly, a tear running down your face. A handkerchief materialized out of Coriolanus’s pocket, he passed it to you. “Thank you, Coryo.”

The phone rang a moment later. “Is the whole city up?” Their grandmother sighed.

“Excuse me.” Coriolanus said, holding your gaze for a moment, as he walked away. He turned his body away to speak.

You wiped your eyes with the handkerchief, and then folded it neatly to place back on the coffee table. You needed to leave, to go to Sejanus. Why hadn’t he mentioned this to you? Was it because he knew it was a stupid idea?

When Coriolanus came away from the phone, he sighed. “That was the Head Gamemaker. She’d like you to meet her at the arena to collect Sejanus, and I’m to accompany the both of you.”

“Is he in trouble?” Ma asked, eyes wide. “With the Capitol?”

“Oh, no. They’re just concerned with his well-being. Shouldn’t be long, but don’t wait up.” He told his family.

The three of you shuffled out of the apartment after that, going down the elevator and through the lobby. Your parents’ car rolled up silently, and the three of you got inside, with Coriolanus requesting the arena. The Avox nodded, nad began to drive down the streets in a hurry.

“First time we saw the Capitol, it was night, like this.” Ma spoke quietly.

“Oh, yes?” Coriolanus asked, looking at you.

“Sejanus sat right where you are, saying, ‘It’ll be all right, Ma. It’ll be okay.’ Trying to calm me down. When we all knew it was a disaster,” Ma looked out the window. “But he was so brave. So good. Only thinking of his ma.”

“Hm. Must have been a big change.” Coriolanus said.

“Family and friends cut us off.” You told him, adjusting in your seat.

“No new ones to be made here. Strabo—their pa, that is—still thinks it was the right thing to do. No kind of future in Two. His way of protecting us. His way of keeping Sejanus and (Y/n) from the Games.”

“Ironic, really. Given the circumstances.” Coriolanus said. “Now, I don’t know what Dr. Gaul has in mind, but I imagine she wants your help getting him out of there.”

“I don’t know if I can. Him so upset and all. I can try, but he’ll have to think it’s the right thing to do.” She said, glancing at you. “I can’t let you go inside. You two have always been close, but I don’t want you in there.”

“I don’t want her to go inside, either.” Coriolanus chimed in. “Maybe there will be a different way.”

When you got to the arena, there were people already waiting outside of the doors. A dozen Peacekeepers, a good handful of Gamemakers, including Dr. Gaul. You approached tentatively, unsure about her presence. She didn’t always come off stable, that’s why you tried to keep your distance.

Coriolanus noticed this, choosing to stand between you two.

“At least you’re punctual.” Dr. Gaul said. “Mrs. Plinth, I presume? And little (Y/n).”

You pressed your lips together. Ma nodded, “Yes, yes. I’m sorry if Sejanus has caused any inconvenience. He’s a good boy, really, It’s just he takes things so to heart.”

“No one could accuse him of being indifferent.” She agreed, looking at Coriolanus. “Any idea how we might rescue your best friend, Mr. Snow?”

“What’s he doing?” Coriolanus asked, ignoring the comment.

“Just kneeling there, looks like.” Dean Highbottom said, eyeing you. “Possibly in some kind of shock.”

“He appears calm. Perhaps you could send the Peacekeepers in now without startling him?” Coriolanus suggested.

“Too risky.” Dr. Gaul shot it down.

“What about putting his mother on a speaker, or a bullhorn?” He asked. “If you can darken the screen, surely you can manipulate the audio as well.”

“On the broadcast. But in the arena, we’d alert every tribute to the fact that there’s an unarmed Capitol boy in their midst.” Dean Highbottom said.

Coriolanus didn’t speak for a second. “What do you propose?”

“We think someone he knows needs to slip in as unobtrusively as possible and coax him out.” Dr. Gaul looked directly at you. “Namely, her.”

“No.” Coriolanus said immediately, shaking his head so hard that his blonde curls started to bounce. “She can’t go in there. I will.”

“Oh, no!” Ma cried. “It can’t be Coriolanus. The last thing we need is to put another child in danger. I’ll do it.”

“What we need is someone who can make a run for it, if necessary. If your daughter won’t, then Mr. Snow is the man for the job.” Dr. Gaul motioned to the Peacekeepers, who came over at her motion to dress him in body armor. “This vest should protect your vital organs. Here’s your pepper spray and a flash unit that will temporarily blind your enemies, should you make any.”

Coriolanus looked down at the bottle of pepper spray. “What about a gun? Or at least a knife?”

“Since you’re not trained, this seems safer. Remember, you’re not in there to do damage; you’re in there to bring your friend out as quickly and quietly as possible.” Dr. Gaul told him.

You started to shake your head, “Coryo, I can’t ask you to do this.”

“You aren’t asking.” He looked at you. “I’m volunteering.”

“He’s just a boy. Let me call my husband.” Ma begged.

Dean Highbottom gave Coriolanus a small smile. “He’ll be all right. It takes a lot to kill a Snow.”

You watched as Coriolanus’s face dropped, he sighed. And then he looked at you. “I’ll bring Sejanus out. Don’t worry.”

“Be careful.” You told him.

The Peacekeepers took him to the arena, where he disappeared inside. Your attention shifted to the news truck with the live feed of the tributes. It was dark though, too dark. You could barely make out anything, meaning you might as well had not been looking at all.

You were able to make out their figures, as Coriolanus slowly approached Sejanus to not scare him. They stood there, the minutes dragging on for what felt like forever, until they finally made the movement to leave, but not without Marcus’s body. They picked it up, made it a good deal across the arena before the other tributes came up to them. Less than a minute later, they came out.

And you were there in an instant, because you refused to leave without seeing either of the boys, while Ma went home. You had to push past the Peacekeepers to see Coriolanus and Sejanus, sitting on the tile. You crouched in front of them, hands on your knees.

“That was stupid of you, Sejanus.” You told your brother, looking at the blood pooling on the ground. “But you did what I couldn’t do.”

And then you looked at Coriolanus, who had his eyes on you already. You could see the scrapes on his face, his chin mostly, and the blood on his forehead. You reached out, he winced, but let you touch the area around the wounds.

“Thank you, Coryo.” You whispered.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Of course, (Y/n).”

From then on, seeing Coriolanus for longer than a few minutes at a time was rare. You looked forward to it each time. You saw him when Sejanus announced the Plinth prize, the sparkle in his eye at the mention of it.

He stopped by a couple days later, after Sejanus had gone to bed and Ma was cooking in the kitchen. You think he wanted to talk to Sejanus, possibly about the whole ordeal in the arena, but he had taken his sleeping medication. With the dosage he was on, there was no waking him.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, swiveling side to side on the stool, talking to Ma as she baked her pies. You were about to go to bed, dressed in your pajamas, the only reason why you hadn’t was because you were waiting for her to put the peach pie in the oven first. At the sight of Coriolanus, the cuts on his face, and the smile on his lips, you’d clammed up.

“I was just heading off to bed.” You said to him, sliding from the chair.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a piece of pie, (Y/n)?” Ma asked you, worry on her face.

“I’ll have a piece tomorrow.” You told her. “Besides, I think Coryo will have a piece big enough for the both of us, isn’t that right?” You smiled.

He nodded. “Sure.”

“Goodnight.” You murmured, pausing long enough to let Ma kiss your forehead. You waved to Coriolanus, and then disappeared around the corner, where curiosity stopped you.

Except, what they talked about while he enjoyed the blackberry pie wasn’t important, just about Sejanus and how the university would be better when he graduated. The real talk came after, when Pa wanted to see him. And Coriolanus went inside, closing the door behind him, which you then pressed your ear to.

“You look just like your father.”

“I hear that a lot,” Coriolanus said. “Did you know him?”

“Our business overlapped at times.” Pa said. “It’s striking, the resemblance. But you’re nothing like him, really.” He paused for a moment. “Nothing at all. Or you’d never have gone into that arena after my son. Impossible to imagine Crassus Snow risking his life for me. I keep asking myself why you did it.”

“I couldn’t let (Y/n) go inside. And he’s my friend.”

“No matter how many times I hear that, it’s difficult to believe. But even from the beginning, Sejanus singled you out. Maybe you take after your mother, huh? She was always gracious to me when I came here on business before the war. Despite my background. The very definition of a lady. Never forget it.” Pa said, there was another pause. “Are you like your mother?”

Coriolanus didn’t speak right away. “I’d like to think I am, in some respects.”

“In what respects?”

“Well, we shared a fondness for music.”

“Music, huh?”

“And I do think we both believed that good fortune was… something to be repaid… on a daily basis. Not taken for granted.” Coriolanus said.

“I’d agree with that.”

“Oh, good. Yes, well, so… Sejanus.”

“Sejanus. Thank you, by the way, for saving his life.”

“No thanks necessary. As I said, he’s my friend.”

“And (Y/n), is she your friend too?” Pa asked.

“Yes, she is.”

“She tells me that you’ve done a lot for her lately.” Pa said slowly. “You helped her at the zoo?”

“That was nothing.”

“I wouldn’t consider it so. She could’ve gotten seriously hurt if you hadn’t stepped in. You saw the bruises.” He said. “You’ve checked up with her since. And volunteered to keep her safe when Dr. Gaul suggested that she should go inside of the arena.”

“Well—”

“Coriolanus, in District Two, there are traditions we have for families like ours.” Pa said, your eyebrows drew together. “Wealthy families, I mean. I’m not sure if the Capitol has the same beliefs.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following.” Coriolanus said.

“Arranged marriage.”

You felt your blood run cold, but at the same time, the heat flamed in your face, licking your cheeks. You pulled your ear away for a second, thinking that you shouldn’t be listening in on this conversation.

“I’ve heard of families coming together in the Capitol, but it’s not very common.”

“It’s for more than just wealth, it’s to combine names as well.” Pa told him. “Snow is a grand name, don’t you think?”

“As is Plinth.” Coriolanus agreed.

“So, you understand what I’m implying then? What would your grandmother think?”

“I think that she wouldn’t agree to doing it so soon.”

“Of course not, it would happen after graduation, before university.” Pa said, “Will you give me your home phone? I’d like to discuss this with your grandmother.”

After that point, seeing Coriolanus would be painful… except, you didn’t see him the following day. In fact, you didn’t see him again at all. The next time his name was brought up in your house was with Sejanus’s, which was tied in with the words District Twelve and Peacekeepers.

“What?” You asked, coming around the hallway corner. Ma’s eyes widened. “Sejanus is where?”

“Oh, darling, you weren’t supposed to hear that. We wanted to tell you tonight.”

You shook your head. “Sejanus and Coryo went to District Twelve? Why?”

“I believe Coriolanus Snow signed himself up.” Pa told you. “As for Sejanus, it was the best we could do. He won’t be there long.”

“And what about Coriolanus?”

Pa made a face, tilted his head, “Twenty years, is what I was hearing.”

Your mouth dropped open, a reaction that you couldn’t stop in time. “Is that the same for Sejanus?”

“Yes.”

The only option you were given to keep in touch was letters. You could write to either of them whenever you wanted. Ma even told you that she was going to pack them food to send, stuff that they’d never be able to get in the districts, let alone Twelve.

With it being summer, you had plenty of time on your hands to write, but every time you picked up the pencil, the words escaped you. Everything that you’d been bottling to save for Sejanus seemed meaningless. So, you mostly replied to what Sejanus said, which could be a lot. He carried the conversations mostly, and you told him that you missed him. And you’d continue to miss him until he finally came back.

Which would never happen, not that you knew that at the time. It was a quiet day when the news reached your parents about what happened. That your brother had got caught up in rebel activities, which was treason. He was hanged without a trial, without a single letter sent home. For once, your family’s money couldn’t buy his way out of this one.

A black hole appeared in your chest, sucking in everyone’s words, their emotions. Ma couldn’t help you, even though she tried. She spent more time with you, trying to get you to speak, but all you wanted was to forget. Or to go back in time and tell Sejanus he needed to stop, that his actions would cost him his life.

Sejanus.

The boy you grew up with, the one you trusted with every secret, the one that kept you safe. Who you’d play with as a child when no one else would, who would help you with your homework when you fell behind. His sweetness, his hopefulness, his personality. He’s gone. He’s gone and you never got to say goodbye.

All you gave him was half-assed letters. If you’d known that it would be the last time you talked to him, you would’ve done more. You would’ve said so much more.

It was like almost every piece of him was gone, until the next wave of news came. While Sejanus would never get to leave District Twelve, Coriolanus had been honorably discharged. He was coming home to the Capitol. And with it being weeks after Sejanus’s death, it opened up a conversation that you thought was done for good.

The Snow’s were falling. You’d heard the news about Tigris and their grandmother almost immediately after Coriolanus had left. They had to sell their apartment, the nice penthouse you went to visit once. They couldn’t afford to keep it, so they downgraded, but the apartment lay empty.

Pa had decided that it was time to revisit the topic of an arranged marriage when he heard that Coriolanus was coming back. Ma really liked Coryo, because he was such a good friend to Sejanus. With your brother being gone, their attention had shifted a little, split between you and Coryo. Why keep it that way when there was a solution?

His grandmother agreed to it. It took a little bit of convincing, but at the mention of Pa buying the penthouse back as a gift, it made her cave. A letter was promptly sent to Coriolanus, who wasn’t to leave Twelve for another few days while they settled his paperwork.

And his reply? ‘It would be my pleasure.’

As you straighten out the dress again, you look at the time on the clock that the train station has on display. Coriolanus should be arriving at any minute. It was requested that he were to be picked up by a Peacekeeper truck to take him to the Citadel, but Pa pulled strings, as he always does. He wanted your face to be the first thing that Coriolanus saw when he stepped off.

You didn’t agree to this. You wanted to put this off for as long as possible. Sejanus chose to go to District Twelve to follow Coriolanus. They were close. He was the last one to have a conversation with your brother when he was alive. Besides, you’re set to marry him in a few short weeks. His suit measurements take place in two days.

A horn sounds, you look up from your polished shoes, the one scuf you managed to get this morning on the walk here. It was too late to turn around and change the shoes. Besides, they’re the only pair that matches this dress. A whole new outfit bought for Coriolanus, and he won’t even realize it.

The train pulls in the station, blowing cool air into your face. You take in a deep breath, trying to correct your posture. This will be the first time you’ve seen Coriolanus in months. Does he even know that you’re here to greet him?

It doesn’t matter. Once the doors open, you take a few steps toward them, trying to be casual. It’s hard to, with the hammering in your chest. You press your lips together, regripping the handbag, coming to a stop in front of the doors. The first few people that file out look like regular Capitol workers.

You’re too busy looking for Coriolanus’s blonde curls, that you almost miss him stepping out of the doors. His eyes flicker up for a moment, likely to collect his bearings, glancing over you.

You must register in his mind the next second, because he looks directly at you again, stepping off the train. You swallow, eyes stuck on his hair. Or rather, the lack of it. His head’s been shaved.

“(Y/n).” He smiles, “I wish I would’ve known you’d be here, I would’ve had something for you.”

“Your curls…” You murmur, face beginning to contort. If they got rid of his hair when he was enlisted, was the same done to Sejanus?

Coriolanus closes the distance between the two of you, pulling you into a tight hug. You press your forehead to his chest, hands gripping the clothes he’s wearing as you fight off the tears that threaten you. You don’t want to cry, you’ve spent so much of your time doing exactly that. For once, you want to be in control.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n).” He says, “I can’t imagine how difficult it’s been.”

“I miss him.” The words are strained, you pull your head back, looking at Coriolanus. “I wish he would’ve told me what he was planning.”

“He’d never put you in danger.”

“I know.” You back away from the hug. Coriolanus holds out his elbow for you to take, you begin to lead him to the car. “I trust you’ve learned a lot these past few months. Did you get to see Lucy Gray, at least?”

His face smooths out, this was not the right question to ask. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “I did, but her lifestyle is much different from mine.”

You nod. “You’re not district.”

“I’m not covey.” He corrects, a smile hinting at the corners of his lips.

“Oh, so she had you singing?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He looks away, at someone passing by.

It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment. There was so much you wanted to say to him, but much like the letters to your brother, the words have left you. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“You have something on your mind.” Coriolanus says, it’s not a question.

You sniff. “It’s um… It’s about Sejanus, just one thing I have to know before I can stop thinking about him.”

“He wouldn’t want you to do that.”

“It’s to put my mind at ease.” You stop outside of the car. “I know it’s not your tradition, Coriolanus, but were you able to…”

He nods. “I was.”

You meet his eyes. “The bread crumbs? They let you see his body?”

“He has food on his journey.” He tells you.

You breathe out a sigh. “Oh, good. Ma will be happy to hear that.”

Neither of you move for the car door, standing there, staring at each other. He eventually starts to shake his head. “(Y/n), I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“It’s too late for that.” You tell him. “We can talk about it more later on, in a few days.”

Coriolanus reaches for the car door, motioning for you to go inside first. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

You don’t move to get inside. “Thank you for being such a good friend to my brother.”

He tilts his head. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“You’re the only piece of him I have left.” You shift on your feet, “I have to thank you.”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

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can you do a part 3 to safe house please where reader goes back to Allie’s but stays in Paige’s room and they start a relationship?

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safe house pt 3 (previous part)

summary: loosely based on this request! read previous parts

content warnings: alcohol consumption

You can’t remember the last time you got drunk. While you were with your ex boyfriend, you weren’t allowed to drink or party or have any fun actually but you’re not with him anymore so you can do whatever you want. And that’s why you had a red cup in each hand, one filled with vodka and the other with rum.

You took big gulps from each cup, the harsh bitterness of the alcohol no longer having an effect on you. You didn’t know what time it was, you could have arrived at the party two minutes ago or two hours ago, everything was a blur. It was nice. The constant anxiety that you were so used to living with everyday was slowly dispersing and not just because of the multitude of drinks you had consumed tonight.

You’d been staying at Allies place with her Paige and Jana for almost a month now. Your bruises had faded, you no longer flinched when someone touched you and you slept peacefully every night knowing that you weren’t going to wake up being choked or slapped. OK, not every night, you had nightmares sometimes but you were never alone, the girls held you while you cried every time. Especially Paige, she had a knack for knowing when you needed support and she would wrap her arms around you and rub your back until you could breathe normally again.

Speaking of Paige, you hadn’t seen her in a while, nor Allie or Jana but you just shrugged this off, downing the rest of your drinks, eager to find another. Your steps were staggered and your body swayed as you walked, if you knew any better, you’d stop drinking, go find your friends and make your way home but you didn’t know better. You felt like you had a new sense of life and you wanted to do all the things you missed out on while being in such a toxic relationship and that included getting drunk at frat parties.

You giggled to yourself as you pour more vodka into your cup. Your hand shook and the liquid splashed onto the counter, “Oh shittttt!” Your speech was slurred and slow and you felt dizzy as you spun around looking for paper towels to clean your mess. You couldn’t find any so decided the next best option was your shirt. You stretch the hem of your shirt and used the thin, lacy material to soak up the spilled alcohol. Obviously, this didn’t have the intended effect and you were left with a wet shirt and a bigger mess than before. You cursed under your breath but another sip of alcohol soon had you forgetting about the wet patch and swaying to the music again.

You made your way out of the kitchen, towards the booming speakers, desperate to dance but with your eyes focused on your feet, trying to stay balanced, you didn’t notice as you bumped straight into the chest of a rather large guy.

“Woah there.” He chuckles, hands reaching out to steady you and you allow him to, looking up grinning.

“I’m soooo sorryyyy.” You drawl out and he chuckles again, “It’s OK baby. Gotta watch where you’re going.”

“I just want to dance!” You pout, “Dance with me?” You flutter your lashes at the guy and his eyes rake over you, settling on your chest and you look down to see the top of your bra peaking out of your shirt, your full cleavage on clear display. Using your shirt as a rag had caused it to expose your chest way more than necessary.

“How ‘bout we go to my room? You can dance all you like in there.”

With God knows how much alcohol in your system and lack of better judgment, you slip your hand into his and follow behind him as he leads you through the frat house. He’s walking fast and you can’t keep up, you trip over your own feet, landing on the floor, your knee instantly hurts.

“Owww.” You cry out, clutching your throbbing knee, the entirety of your cup is spilled but you don’t have time to think about any of that because you’re instantly picked by up the guy you just met and you’re on your feet again and he’s leading you to the stairs.

Your steps are slower now because you’re limping but you’re practically being dragged and you feel as though you might fall again but then you feel a grip on your wrist and you’re being dragged in the opposite direction. With your hand still tight in the guys and your wrist being grasped from behind you, you’re being dragged in both directions and you think your arms are going to be ripped off.

“Let her go.” A stern, steady voice says from behind you and you recognise it, “Paigeeeeee!” You cheered as you turned around, coming face to face with the blonde, “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Now you’ve found me. Let’s go.” She says, tugging on your arm.

“Oh noooo I’m OK! We’re going to danceeee.” You reassure and your new buddy does too, “Yeah, I got her.” He says, also tugging on your arm.

“What’s her name?” Paige asks completely deadpan, in fact, she’s full on death glaring and when the guy can’t answer her question, she tugs on you harder until he drops your hand and scurries away.

“You’re no fun.” You sulk, crossing your arms over your body, frowning at Paige.

“And you’re very drunk. And your boobs are out,” She lifts your shirt until your chest is covered again, “and your knee is bleeding. And he definitely did not want to dance.”

“So? I’m si..shingle now.” You fumble over your words.

“Shingle?” Paige laughs and it only makes you frown more, “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know. All too well. Let’s go home.” She says grabbing your hand.

“Oh! I loooveeeee that song! Ten minute version! I walked through the door with you…” You began belting out the lyrics to All Too Well (10 minute version) as Paige guided you out of the frat house and you laughed as you walked through a door as you sang that exact lyric.

“And the air isssss cold.” You laugh again as you step into the street.

“OH YOUR SWEET DIS-DISPO-DISPOSITION!” You continue to perform as you walk hand in hand with Paige.

“What even is disposition? I’m sure yours is sweet whatever it is.” You lean into Paige, suddenly feeling very unsteady and she wraps your arm over her shoulder, her own hooking around your waist and she pretty much carries you all the way home while you butcher the lyrics to Taylor Swift.

By the time you reach the apartment, all your body weight is leant on Paige and she holds you strong and firm as she unlocks the door. You trip and stumble as you walk but she doesn’t let you fall, “Home stretch ma, just a few more steps.” She tells you before you feel the soft surface of a bed beneath you. The covers are fluffy and lilac, “This is your bed.” You say as if she doesn’t know. “Uh huh.” Is all she says as you feel her taking off your shoes.

You lay looking up at Paiges ceiling and you hear her shuffle around her room. Her bed is really comfortable you think to yourself.

Your knee begins to sting and you flinch, “It’s OK. I’m just wiping your knee.” Paiges voice is soft and gentle and she rubs your leg comfortingly. “You’re good at that.” You mumble, “Fixing me up.”

“I got you.”

“Thank you.” You voice is croaky and dry as you sit yourself up to look at your knee and the room spins, “The room is spinning.” You groan, holding a hand to your head.

“I’ll get you some water. Stay there.” Paige instructed and she left you alone in her room. Your wet shirt clung to you in an uncomfortable way and you tussle with it to get it over your head before throwing it on the floor.

“Oh…” Paige clears her throat as she comes back with a bottle of water, “It was wet.” You motion to your discarded shirt, “I’ll get you a clean one.” She says and hands you the bottle of water which you gladly take and gulp down, desperate for hydration.

Paige slips a t-shirt over your head and helps you thread your arms through and you look down, recognising the grey, UConn Basketball shirt you’ve seen her wear so many times, “Suits you.” She remarks and you grin up at her from your place on the edge of her bed, “Thank you, Paige. For everything. All the things you’ve done for me. No one’s ever done that for me before.” You admit as sobriety starts to slip in.

“Of course. I couldn’t just stand back and watch you get hurt.”

You reach out for Paiges hand as she stands in front of you and you hold it tenderly before bringing it to your mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. You look up at Paige through your eyelashes and she’s looking down at you, eyes blue as ever, cheeks slightly flushed, “Can I sleep in here tonight?” You ask timidly and Paige nods, “I’ll take the couch.”

“No. I want to sleep in here…with you…please.” You mutter, hand still linked with Paiges, her calloused palm pressed against yours.

“You’re drunk…” She warns but you shake your head, “I know what I’m saying.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“Trust me, I do. Just lay with me tonight.” You shuffle back onto Paiges bed, pulling her with you and she doesn’t argue. She kicks her shoes off before laying down beside you, still holding your hand.

“I never knew it was meant to feel like this. So safe and secure.” You ramble on, unable to stop the words from spewing out, “And maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you. Why it’s you who I want when I wake up crying. I don’t know if you meant to do this but you’ve showed me what it’s like to be truly cared for. I think I’m falling for you.”

The air is charged and there’s a long uncomfortable silence as your words hang between you both as you lay side by side.

“Get some sleep. You’ve had a lot to drink and you’re not going to remember anything in the morning.” Paige says, staring at her ceiling.

“I will.” You argue but you listen to her and close your eyes, moving your head to rest on her shoulder as you drift off to sleep, the taste of spirits still strong in your mouth and your heart racing from your drunken confession.

You wake up feeling like your head has been crushed under a hydraulic press. You groan as your eyes flutter open and then you gasp, waking up to Paige underneath you, your head rested on her chest, arm flung over her torso.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath, noticing you’re wearing her top and that her arm is wrapped around you keeping you pressed to her. “Paige!” You hiss nudging her awake and it takes a moment but she begins to stir before slowly peeling her eyes open.

“I bet your head hurts like a motherfucker.” She grumbles, voice husky, thick with tiredness.

“You can say that again.” You squeeze your eyes shut hoping that blocking out the stream of daylight coming through the curtains will ease your pounding head. It doesn’t.

“What happened last night?” You ask apprehensively, pushing yourself up and off of Paige. She stays laying down, staring up at you, her eyes searching yours for a lightbulb moment but it doesn’t come. You have no memory of last night at all.

“You don’t remember?” She asks also pushing herself up so you’re both sitting. She’s still fully dressed and you’re still clad in your skirt from the night before so you know nothing happened between you but the atmosphere is charged like there’s something unspoken just hanging in the air.

“No. Not a thing. Did I embarrass myself?” You ask, cheeks heating at the thought of you doing something you’ll regret.

Paige shakes her head, “No. You were just really drunk. Tried going to a random dudes room so I brought you home.”

“Oh God. Thanks for stopping that.” You place a hand on Paiges knee and she has a reaction that you can’t quite place, “How comes I’m in here?” You ask, referring to her room. You either slept with Allie or on the couch.

“You asked to sleep in here.” She tells you and breaks eye contact, standing from the bed. She was acting weird. Fidgety and awkward. This wasn’t Paige.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask, guilt starting to slip in. You were used to being blamed for everything so it was only right Paiges mood was caused by you.

“No. No, of course not.” She reassured you but her body language said otherwise, “Then what is it?” You press, starting to feel awkward yourself, sat in her bed, wearing her top.

“You really don’t remember?”

“Obviously not. Can you just tell me?”

“You were drunk-“

“Yeah I got that part.”

“You were drunk and you asked to sleep in here…with me so we layed down together and you said you felt safe and secure. You said you can’t stop thinking about me…” Paige trails off but she doesn’t need to say anything more because everything comes flooding back to you, “I said I think I’m falling for you.” You say, repeating your alcohol induced confession.

Paige nods, “Fuckkk.” You groan, flopping back on her bed, covering your face with your hands, “I’m sorry. I was drunk and I shouldn’t have said that and now I’ve made things weird when you’ve been so good to me.” Your voice is muffled as you keep your hands pressed to your face, not daring to look at Paige.

“You haven’t made things weird. I didn’t know you felt like that. You caught me off guard.” Paige says and you feel the bed dip as she sits on it.

“Off guard in a bad way…or a good way?” You ask, not sure if you want to hear the answer.

Spending the past month with Paige had been confusing and you put it down to the repercussions of such an awful relationship but the more time you spent alone, watching movies, cooking, eating, talking, laughing, crying and actually being treated right, you realised that your feelings for Paige weren’t strictly platonic. You had no plan on telling her that though. To you, Paige saw you as a victim, someone who needed saving and she was kind enough to do that and you had taken that kindness and made it something it wasn’t and you were sure Paige saw you as just a friend.

“Not in a bad way. You’re beautiful and funny and you deserve the best in life but-“

“But I’m damaged goods.” You mutter, you had allowed yourself to be used and abused for a long time and then Paige watched you throw yourself at a random guy last night, you were crazy to think she’d want you.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say,” She turns to look at you and you have your knees tucked up to your chest, back rested against her headboard, “you’ve been through a lot. You’re going through a lot. I didn’t want to take advantage of that.” Paige says softly and you feel yourself melt. She has a way with words that makes your stomach flutter.

“I just want to forget about that. You help me forget about that. But I don’t want to be a charity case.”

“You’re not a charity case. Not to me.”

“What am I, to you?”

Paige stays silent but she moves closer to you, close enough to touch but ahe doesn’t reach out and your skin burns with need.

“You’re someone I care about…deeply. I want to spend all my time with you. I do spend all my time with you. You have something that I just can’t get enough of. I want to show you what it’s like to be loved…for real. Real, wholesome love. If you’ll let me.

Will you let me?”

Your heart is beating in your ears at this point and you’re staring at Paige, eyes soft and yearning and you can’t hold back from touching her any longer so you fling your arms around her, pulling her as close to you as she can get. Her arms find their way around your waist, hugging you back, your face is nestled into her neck, the scent of last nights cologne still strong, “I’ll let you.”

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a/n: think i might take a break from writing once i get through some requests. my mental health is downnn atm and it’s making me hate everything i write 😕

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #wcbb #wlw #lovegalor333 #lgbtq #fanfic #paige x reader #oneshot #sophs works 🪽#paige bueckers fanfiction

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sillydizzybxtches · 1 month ago

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work , r. rapp

WARNINGS ; smut, trainer!sadist!dom!bottom!reneé, gymrat!masochist!sub!top!reader, strap-on referred to as "dick"/"cock"/etc, reneé being toxic as fuck <3 — A/N? ; gn!reader + 4.0k words, reneé is mean as fuck again ... yet another porn-ifesto from dizzy <3 also, congrats!! (iykyk) ⯌ summary ; at the gym, reneé pushes her partner's limits—maybe it results in more than they intended.

EXHAUSTION—as you felt your muscles flex, that's all that you felt: fucking exhausted. You'd been at the gym with Reneé for hours, and being your trainer and girlfriend, she wouldn't give you a break to save your life; your core throbbed, you felt knots beginning to form in your legs from exertion, and you felt the muscles in your shoulders and arms trying to go slack as you bench pressed.

Everything in you was begging to stop—take a break, whatever. But she made it fucking impossible.

A cocky smirk on pretty lips and narrowed emerald eyes were fixed down on you—God, she looked down at you like you were filth; like she could step on you in high-heels and get you to thank her. She probably could. Actually, she definitely could.

"Baby, you're shaking," Reneé chuckled in amusement, stating the obvious as disappointment brimmed in her words. "I thought you were trying today? Or are you just here to bitch and moan the second something starts getting sore?" She snickered. Your eyes narrowed as your arms shook above you, the bar shaking with you as you continued to lift. Your shoulders flexed and your biceps cried for a break, but here you were. Shaking and listening to Reneé talk down on you like she wanted to spit on you, which was pissing you off, turning you on, and also somehow motivating you like it always did. Shit, the brain was weird. "You asked for this, so don’t you fucking get weak on me now.”

She was usually hard on you when you were here—that was her job as your trainer, after all—but God, she was dialed up to a thousand today. It was never this bad, and it never lasted this fucking long. Yeah, you asked her to push you—but you didn't expect her to be this hard on you. Your arms literally felt like they were about to give out. Usually, if you ever got to this point, she'd help you—but was she lending so much as a finger today? No, she watched you struggle and fucking mocked you. God, you were confused about how this was making you feel. Your muscles burned but so did the pit in your stomach that wanted to put her in her place and get her screaming for you like you usually did. Yet here you fucking were.

Reneé scoffed, giggling softly as she watched your resolve weaken, your lifts much slower and less steady. "That's cute," She chuffed. "But how about you actually fucking try, baby? You had no problem being spent last night, so why not now?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and your eyes narrow, wanting to glare up at her but knowing better and too focused on struggling to lift the bar—fuck, this burned.

"I'm tired, Nae—"

"Then stay tired," Your girlfriend scoffed. "You aren't stopping until I see you put in some fucking effort—and don't you fucking dare call me that right now. You don't deserve it," She spat, and you could feel her gaze burning into you. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Can I please just have a break, ma'am?" You pleaded.

"Like you've earned it," She retorted. "I don't know what it'll take for you to just shut the fuck up and take it. Do I need to make it heavier so you can focus?" She snapped, emerald eyes zeroing in on you. You quickly shook your head, and while taking it would've been nice in another type of scenario, you already knew you'd feel this for days.

"Answer me," She spat.

"No, ma'am—" You breathed out shakily.

Her smirk widened, "That's what I thought. I honestly expected more from you, but I guess I can't, hm?"

What the fuck was she even talking about?

"You usually last so, so much longer for me," She crooned with faux-affection, tilting her head a bit. "I thought you'd be good for me, baby. What, are you that fucking pathetic that you can't follow orders unless we're fucking?" She scoffed. Your eyes widened and narrowed—as much as this was turning you on, there were fucking people around. She was trying to humiliate you even more. Your arms shook, and you seriously couldn't do it anymore.

"Nae—"

"Fix it, now," She snapped with narrowed eyes and danger twinging her tone.

"God—ma'am," You corrected, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "I can't anymore—please," You whined, weakly pushing the bar up and exhaling shakily. You left it up in the air, trying to give yourself a moment to breathe.

Reneé laughed, bending over so that her face hovered over yours—eyes narrowed. "Did I say you could stop?" She whispered in a low warning. You swallowed and shrank beneath her, your arms trying not to give out. "No, but—"

"Did I say you could stop, baby?" She repeated with a pointed tone. You shook your head and whimpered—you tried to keep the bar up, but you fucking couldn't anymore. Your arms literally gave out and just as the barbell was about to come down, Reneé was quick to catch it and set it back on the rack with a loud, careless thud.

"Get up," She snapped. "Now, Y/N."

When you got outside, Reneé didn't say anything—she opened your car door for you, slammed it, and climbed into the driver's seat before turning on the radio to sing-along with—like she hadn't just berated you less than ten minutes ago. You were still sweating and you were convinced you couldn't use your arms. No tension on her behalf, no scolding—just humming along with the radio as your eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion.

"Up, baby," Reneé hummed, gently tapping your thigh to prompt you awake. When you stirred but didn't move, she pinched your sore bicep and you jerked awake and whined, eyes droopy and narrowed. "Ow, what the hell?" You whined. Reneé rolled her eyes and passively smacked your arm, scoffing. "Watch your mouth. C'mon, we're home."

Sleepy—your limbs dragged behind you in exhaustion, sore and aching. You couldn't wait to take a hot, soothing sho—

A sharp yelp was elicited from your throat as you were suddenly shoved, your legs immediately giving out beneath you as you fell to your knees—what the fuck?

Before you could process what happened, a strong hand gripped your jaw and forcefully tilted your head upward—fuck, it was Reneé. The front door was already shut behind her and her emerald eyes were brimming with a mix of anger and cockiness, her smirk cruel and mocking. You knew something was off in the car.

"God, you're pathetic," She scoffed, her smirk widening. "I barely even touched you. I didn't think you were that weak, but I guess that explains today, doesn't it?"

God, here she goes with this bullshit again—the bullshit that confused your brain and your body so that you didn't know what to feel: angry and turned on, maybe? Definitely one of those at least.

"I thought I did good," You bit, your tone bubbling with irritation as all the feelings from the gym came back up. There it was—her smirk widened even more. "Good, baby?" She chuckled. "Good isn't almost dropping the barbell on yourself—good isn't disobeying me," She spat. You swallowed and your eyes narrowed—you wish you could shut her up so fucking badly. "I'm not weak," You scoffed. "You just kept—"

"Pushing you? Yeah, I did," She interrupted, her smirk still wide. "You could've actually fucking tried instead of trying to give up every ten seconds. God, I wanted to shut you up so badly—but we were in public. Maybe I should've done it anyway," She scoffed. "I know you'd love it—you clearly get off on humiliating yourself when you pull some weak shit like that."

Your gaze hardened—she was clearly trying to piss you off, and she was winning—which you couldn't let her do … again. You hated how much you wanted her to say more. You rolled your eyes with a scoff as you shakily stood up … until you were roughly shoved against the wall—Reneé's gaze narrowed and mildly angry. Her strong hand clamped down around your throat and her eyes screamed 'I fucking dare you to do that again'—a warning you'd seen from her before. You swallowed and shrank a bit—and she knew she'd won when she had you like this. Without warning, she captured your lips in a fervent kiss, catching you by surprise as you instinctively melted into it; her grip tightened around your throat while the other came to hold your jaw, pulling you further into her. Her teeth sank into your bottom lip and her tongue soothed over it before she shoved her tongue in your mouth—her fingers dug into your jaw almost painfully as she claimed you. You were fucking hers.

With the intensity that she was kissing you, you swore that she was trying to kiss you senseless. Your noses pressed up against each other’s and she moved the hand around your throat to one of your tits, using her free hand to alternate and grope them, causing you to moan softly and lose your bearings. She took advantage of your weak point and smirked into the kiss, sliding her thigh between yours and pressing to grant you a perfect, delicious friction. It caught you so off guard—the way her hands were toying with your breasts and her tongue on yours—it made you want to melt for her, even if all the anger and arousal from the gym was subtly bubbling beneath the surface. Your hands found her ass and squeezed, causing her to moan softly. She pulled away and moved her kisses to your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before sinking her teeth into your pulse point, causing you to let out a whine as she sucked a mark into the area. Her lips continued to litter your neck with hot kisses and love bites. Suddenly, without giving you a chance to comprehend what was really happening, Reneé pushed herself off of you with a sigh, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed as her chest heaved. You blinked in confusion and whined in protest as you watched her step back, dazed but also hot and bothered. Good.

"Nae?—"

"What, baby?" Reneé, feigning innocence.

"What do you mean 'what'?" You scoffed, still confused and breathless. "Why'd you stop?"

"Oh, I was tired."

That fucking did it.

You stormed toward her, eyes narrowed as you grabbed a hold of her jaw—before you could even try anything, she dug her fingers into your shoulder and shoved you down—hard enough for it to hurt.

She forced your chin up again, your eyes narrowing up at her. "Wanna try that again, weak bitch?" She chuckled with blown pupils zeroed in on you.

You growled in aggravation. "Cunt—"

Your scoff turned to a yelp as her hand came across your face, her eyes narrowed with real anger. "Say it again, now."

Fuck.

"I didn—"

"I heard you fine, Y/N. I fucking said to say it again."

Fuck—you shrank again, shaking your head. "I—I'm sorry," You whined out. God, maybe you really were pathetic. You definitely felt like it right now.

"That's what I thought. Now, fuck off," She spat, releasing your chin and heading toward the kitchen—leaving you there in the middle of the living room.

You tried to wash away all the tension—not just in your body, but between your body and brain. Fuck, you were confused; one minute, you wanted to punish her for being a bitch, and the next, she scared you into whimpering like a pup. It all honestly pissed you off, either way. The hot water and steam couldn't even cleanse you of the sinful thoughts you had about her. You'd try to get rid of the tension by fucking yourself, but one, you knew she'd get you started all over again and, two, your arms were too weak for that shit. You could barely wash yourself without getting muscle fatigue. This was bullshit.

God, you were sick of her—sick of her bratting off like she wanted to be handled only to deny it—to win. That's all you could think about as you tightened the belt of your robe around your waist, walking out of the bathroom—maybe a fucking nap would help.

A trail of steam followed you from the bathroom as you were startled by the sight of Reneé laying on the bed, clad in nothing but a towel as she leaned against the headboard, mindlessly scrolling through her phone—until she heard you. Her gaze flicked from her phone to you and her head tilted a bit, her smirk twisted and her tone saccharine. "Hey, baby," She hummed as she cut her phone off. She must've taken a shower in the guest bathroom. "C'mere."

You hummed lowly and hesitantly walked over, your body wrapped in the silk robe. Her hand reached out to grab a hold of your sore arm—smirk widening as you winced—to pull you into bed beside her. Then, she climbed on top of you—thighs straddling your lap as her face hovered over yours. Now that you were closer, you could see everything that stirred in her gaze—hunger and amusement.

"Are you weak?" Reneé hummed, tilting her head a bit. Your eyes narrowed and came to rest on her hips, nails digging into the flesh. "No, Nae," You scoffed. She just had to run her fucking mou—

"So, you're strong?" She corrected. You shrugged and nodded passively—this was just another one of her games. She tsked, her hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. "Words."

"Yeah," You mumbled loud enough to satisfy her.

That was when her smirk widened—her tongue running to dampen her lips. "Then prove it," She scoffed. Before you could ask questions, she reached under the pillow next to you and pulled out a strap-on—you blinked in surprise. You don't know you expected, but it sure as hell wasn't for her to pull a strap from under a pillow like some sort of kinky magic trick. When you didn't answer, she shrugged. "Or, are you as pathetic as you proved to be earlier?"

"Fine," You scoffed.

That was enough motivation, your eyes narrowing as you snatched the harness from her while she climbed off of you. You stepped off the bed to shrug your robe off and buckle the harness around your hips, tightening it properly before snapping your gaze toward Reneé. Her smirk was wide and cocky—God, did you want to wipe it off her smug, pretty, bitchy face.

You clambered back into bed and hovered over her, your arms shaking as you tried to hold yourself up. Shit, this was harder than it was supposed to be. You tried to re-adjust the way you stood over her, but your arms kept threatening to give out. Fuck, this wasn't fair. She literally set you up for failure.

"How's your strength holding up?" Reneé laughed, watching you struggle. Your eyes narrowed and your arms continued to shake—fuck, she was right. You literally couldn't even hold yourself up. Whatever, you'd power through it.

"It's fine," You spat—until your arms started cramping and they gave out. You collapsed sideways on the bed and winced, and before you could even try to get up, you heard Reneé hiss.

"Stay," She growled, climbing on top of you and looking down on you. You hadn't even realized that she had taken her towel off—fuck. "God, you're more pathetic than I thought," She spat. "It's funny how you've been trying to talk about being strong, yet you can't even fuck me properly," She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

You bit your lip and growled. "It's not my f—"

“Shut it,” Reneé scoffed and shoved her fingers in your mouth, slamming into the back of your throat and making you gag and whimper around her digits. "God, you talk too much," She spat. "Maybe I should just keep your whiney mouth full, since you can't seem to shut the fuck up."

You didn't even have time to react. Her hips lowered to hover over the faux-dick, lips curled in a smirk as she let the tip of it drag through her folds, humming. You watched her eyes flutter as she slowly lowered herself onto your cock, her hips meeting yours with a soft moan as she felt her walls contract around it. "Fuck," She groaned softly.

And all you could do was watch.

Reneé smirked down at you as you watched in awe—and she hadn't even done anything yet. She bit her lips and hummed in satisfaction, her smirk domineering and cocky—just her presence was. "God, you really are pathetic," She laughed as she began to sway her hips. "Now I have to do all of the fucking work because you're too weak."

You tried to respond, only for her to push her fingers into your throat again—promptly shutting you up. You sucked on her digits and coated them in a generous amount of saliva, feeling your brain turn to mush from confusion. Fuck, you didn't know how to feel—you wanted to handle her, but couldn't do anything about it; she was fucking herself on top of you and had you gagging on her fingers. Maybe you were pathetic—but God, it was so unfair. It pissed you off yet got you off.

Your hands came to settle on her hips as they swayed. Reneé's brow furrowed, and her smirk widened. "Desperate, are we?" She scoffed. "Hands off."

You bit your lip and didn't move—if this was the only place you could have control, you'd take i—

Reneé rolled her eyes and shot her strong hand out to tighten around your throat, arms flexing as she squeezed tightly to momentarily scare you. You whined and let your hands slide off her hips, to which her smirk widened and her grip loosened. “Desperate bitch,” She scoffed, roughly bucking down on the strap as she began to increase her pace.

“Fuck,” She choked as her chin tipped up to look at the ceiling, continually sinking on your dick before lifting herself up again. She started off slower—until she didn’t; her hips met yours—pace speeding up and getting rougher as she got more and more desperate. Her hand on your throat moved to your chest as she pressed down, bucking her hips down on yours as she rode you. You watched as her angel-sculpted tits bounced with each rock of her hips, desperate to hold them. Fuck, this wasn’t fair—you’d done your best and now you were being punished for it. You wanted to touch her and take out how angry she made you out on her until she was whimpering, moaning mess. You wanted to handle her.

Her gaze flicked back down to you, pupils blown and smirk wide. “God, look at you—resting easy,” She scoffed. “All you can do is watch because you—fuck,” She whined, picking up her pace even more. She couldn’t do it anymore—you couldn’t do it anymore as you watched her get greedy. You bit your lip and grabbed her hips, pulling her down on your cock, eliciting a throaty moan from her. Her grip around your throat tightened, though not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to express her dominance. You didn’t relent and as she lifted her hips again, and you pulled her down roughly, causing her to whine. “No—fuck, you don’t get to—” She choked, practically fucking screaming as your hips slammed up into her. Her eyes shot open and were wide with fury, promptly removing her fingers from your mouth and throat and gripping your wrists, squeezing them almost painfully as she pinned them above your head. “So dumb you don’t know how to take orders, huh?” She snapped before spitting on your face, to which you whined and shrank beneath her. Her smirk widened—she had you right where she wanted you.

“Look at yourself, baby,” She scoffed, laughing as she began to slam her hips into yours, eyes rolling in pleasure. “So weak and pathetic for me—so pretty under me—” She choked, her tone breaking off into a breathy whine. “Aren’t you?”

You didn’t respond, watching as she struggled—fuck, you wanted to touch her so badly.

“Please,” You whined. “Please, ma’am—can I touch you, please? I’ll be good for you,” You whimpered. Her smirk widened and she hummed in thought, using all of her self control to resist the urge to speed up at the sound of your begging. “Fine,” She bit, though it was half-hearted. The moment she released your wrists, you sat up and pulled her firmly against your lap, making her groan. “Fuck—”

You didn’t think—you just let your body go after what it was craving, your lips pressing kisses to her tits as you switched between kissing them and groping them. She moaned softly and shuddered, picking up her pace and whining. Your lips moved down and you took a hard nipple in your mouth, sucking desperately as she screamed.

Her hands gripped your sides and ran down your back, nails digging into the skin and scratching down, hard—making you wince but whine.

Her breathing grew heavier and she buried her face in your neck, her moans getting pitchier as she began to convulse around your cock—your lips still wrapped around her nipple and your hands pulling her down roughly on the silicone. She was so, so close—you could tell she just needed a little more, though.

You gripped her hair, pulling her away from your neck and smashing your lips together—you didn’t give a fuck anymore, you just wanted to hear her scream in pleasure. You wanted to make her feel good.

Your tongue found her way into her mouth as your other hand snaked down to her clit, the pad of your thumb rubbing it in speedy, circular motions as you felt her moan into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” She choked. “I can’t—”

You whined against her lips, pressing your forehead to hers as a string of saliva connected your lips once you seperate. “God, Nae,” You whimpered. “Please, cum for me, Mommy—”

You barely got through the words before screamed, obscenities slurring from her mouth as she continued to ride you through her high. Her hips stuttered and bucked sloppily as you helped guide her, feeling her nails scratch down your back as she kept fucking herself through it until she couldn’t anymore—whining into your neck and collapsing against you, boneless and exhausted. She clung to you as her chest heaved, and you gently cradled her to your chest and ran your fingers through her hair, soothing her.

“You’re okay, angel,” You whispered softly, rocking her gently as she whined. “I’ve got you.”

You let her rest against you as she basked in the bliss, unnmoving—you lifted her chin you check on her, pupils blown and eyelids droopy with a heaving chest. You let her lay her head back on your chest, stroking her hair as she came down.

“I fucking love you,” She slurred. “You did so good ...”

Your heart warmed as you heard the words you’d been waiting to hear all day. Finally.

“I love you, too, Reneé.”

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bloodyinkandquill · 10 months ago

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Mach x Reader (HEHEHEHHE)

first off I have very strong opinions on this being a Mach self shipper so this is self indulgent

- So first off, Mach gets misscharacterized far too much, she’s serious sure but she’s also got a silly caring side!!

- When you first get together she remains pretty stoic, wanting to take things slow, though with her perception of time being warped beyond recognition how slow it really is really depends

- She’s fine with basic PDA but she doesn’t want anything extreme, holding hands, kiss on the cheek when others are around is about as much as she wants

- However in private Mach can be very touchy, as long as you’re ok with it, she doesn’t like being touched but she’s also touch starved and your touch feels different, a good different

- Hugging, cuddling, snuggling, kisses all over, she loved being close to you, though she is afraid of hurting you due to how strong she is, also with her height she’s completely fine being big spoon but every one in a while she does wanna feel small and be held

- Her love language is probably quality time, she doesn’t mind what yours is but to her just doing things with you, or just being in the same room doing different things but together feels so soft and sweet to her

- Not big on pet names, maybe one or two either basic or one specific one she gives to you, and on her she’s fine with them but does think just hearing you say her name is more romantic, speaking of her name she doesn’t mind if you call her Mach or if you call her Carolina but sometimes she does prefer Carolina as it’s a more reserved and personal name

- Mach gives you such interesting and peculiar gifts, flowers you’ve never heard of, an artifact that gives you maybe good luck or keeps you safe, she gives you things ‘as unique as you’ in her words

- She doesn’t need to sleep as much as you, so she’s fine working on things in a chair by your bed, every few nights she may join you, even if she doesn’t actually sleep, just holds you closely but carefully

- Honestly Mach is not a great cook, if you can cook however she eats whatever it is, you being able to cook would be so endearing to her, again she doesn’t need to eat as much as you but that isn’t to say she can’t eat, if you want her to eat a meal with you, she will

- Danger? Don’t know em! She will never let anything hurt you, she’s very cautious, and a little too protective some times, she’s worried to let you board the elevator because you could get hurt, same with running any of the courses, but she trusts you even if she’s anxious, if you do get hurt she goes full mother hen, your a mortal she sometimes forgets how much an injury would truly affect you, so a simple scrape can make her panic

- On that note Mach’s protective of who goes around you, MR is anywhere near you she teleports you away before destroying him. Then certain floors she’s very cautious of due to their inhabitants such as Shop Space as Enphoso can be violent, or Funny Maze as Scary Mike hurts people who enter his residence

- Takes you on whatever date you want, you wanna see a pretty planet? You were on course yesterday. Nice dinner out? Reservations been there for weeks. Go to the beach? She’s found you two a secluded spot no one else will bother you and a swimsuit that fits you perfectly in a matter of seconds.

- Please put your body weight on her, it helps ground her and makes her feel close to you, and she doesn’t have to worry about hurting you if you’re the one on her

- Due to all the shit Mach’s been through sometimes she needs your help to return to reality or just needs to cry in your arms, she misses her siblings a lot and is still terrified of her great grandfather so she needs comfort sometimes

that was a lot longer than i intended, hell i still have more to say, do please let me know if you want more Mach head canons!

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #x reader #mach #mach regretevator #regretevator mach #mach x reader #regretevator mach x reader #mach x reader regretevator

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heartless-tate · 1 year ago

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Hi! If I may be so self indulgent and request something... 👉🏻👈🏻

Reader being a (for lack of better words) boring person. They're good at blending in within social circles but never standing out or having a circle or friend of their own. Good laughing at jokes but can't come up with good ones or even if they did, they don't have the courage to tell them outright. They're very much a chicken when it comes to expressing themselves as an individual because they're never comfortable enough around anyone. They are a chicken in general, to be honest. This essentially (and sadly) leaves them as an NPC in their own life. And they've accepted it, trying to come to terms with a life of extreme mediocrity. They're actively trying to push down any need of wanting more from life 99% of days.

However, when you're good at listening, you observe things much better and you learn things faster. And subconsciously, reader has been observing a lot of things about Velaris (including the IC). I'm not sure where this would lead but this is probably the only real skill they have; being a good observer and learner.

I leave the rest to you. I was thinking pairing them with Azriel (since he would probably understand her better) but I'm open to any modifications.

Also, just an afterthought, I've always wondered what job I would love to have in a fantasy world (and I don't know if this counts as an actual job) but something like observing the sky/stars to look for any forthcoming events sounds really cool. So I guess reader could do that since major events happen don't happen once in a hundred years or something which ultimately makes their job very boring. However, they love it because who wouldn't love spending their whole night star-gazing (potential date idea?? YESS).

Sorry this became way longer than I intended. I wouldn't judge if you chose not to write on it. Thanks & have a great day :)

Am I boring? | Azriel X boring F reader

A/N: Hiii! Tysm for your ask. I hope I captured what you were imagining right. 💖

summary: You’re a star mapper. And you’re boring with no hope of love. Or at least you believed that until Azriel came along.

1.2k words

warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, cussing??, romance?? That’s it?? I think?

The stars shined brighter tonight. Since you were a little girl, you had always been fascinated by them. How they sparkled. They were interesting, and beautiful- unlike you. Maybe that’s why you clung onto them.

You pulled a piece of parchment from your bag, and started mapping the stars. Rhysand, the highlord of the night court, had invited you to his court to observe and map stars from this part of the world. You accepted, wanting some change. Even if you knew it wouldn’t be much of a difference to you. The inner circle was more than nice to you, and you appreciated it.

Laughter bubbled from behind you. You currently sat with your telescope on the balcony of the House of Wind. This was your third week here. Rhysand had offered you a permanent place here in the night court, but you were yet to accept. You didn’t fit in. You were a background character. A random star mapper, a job would probably never be much of use to anyone. Except weird star fanatics. Aka you. You were sure he only offered you a place here because of pity.

The inner circle seemed to really like you, and whether that was because of your quiet and shy nature, or the fact you always listened and gave great advice, or the fact you always laughed to try and fit in even if you didn’t quite understand the joke, you didn’t know. The only one who seemed to see past your mask of people pleasing was the Shadowsinger.

Anytime you ‘laughed’ at Cassian’s jokes, he was always there, smirking with a known look at you. As if he knew you. As if he had known you your whole life. Azriel had seemed curious about you. It was uncomfortable. Nobody had ever been curious about you. Everyone always enjoyed someone that they could talk to about themselves for hours. But he was the one always interrupting the other members of the inner circle to question you, on you. And your own life. And sadly you didn’t have many answers other than, “oh I don’t know.”

It made you feel weird at how interested he seemed in you. It made you feel awkward. But you knew he would lose interest once he really discovered there wasn’t actually much to you. You were a bore.

“Those stars are named Arktos, Carynth, and Oristes. They shine above that mountain for a week once a year during the blood rite.” A voice said beside you. You flinched as you noticed Azriel sitting directly by you, his shadows swirling around you both. He was always appearing out of nowhere. He handed you a plate of cake.

“Courtesy of Elain. She baked dessert tonight.” Azriel said, lifting a bite of his cake to his mouth and chewing on it.

“Oh.” You responded, setting the plate down beside you. You quickly labeled the stars on your parchment. They were beautiful.

“Do you like cake?” He questioned.

You paused and stared blank at him.

“I’m not sure?” You responded, fiddling with your hands. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Azriel smiled at you knowingly. Loud laughter boomed from the room behind you two. He looked right at you with piercing amber eyes that seemed annoyed. As if he had noticed you flinching from the loud sounds.

“Come with me? Just trust me.” He whispered, grasping your hand gently with caution. It was sudden. And you weren’t sure. You didn’t know him much. How could you trust him? But something in your body and soul screamed yes. Why not? It was risky- but life was boring.

“Okay.” You responded, gasping as he pulled you close, his wings wrapping you close to him, and his shadows swarming around you both before all of a sudden you were now standing on a cliff. Oh gods. His hands were on your hips gently, his wings spread wide, letting you see the view.

You both stood on a cliff that overlooked a waterfall and river. The moon reflected in the water and the stars did too, creating a mirror effect. It was probably the most gorgeous sight you had ever seen.

“Its- it’s…” Your words fumbled, mouth open in shock. “Beautiful..” you whispered. His breath was hot against your ear.

“Very.” He whispered back. When you looked at him he wasn’t even looking at the view. His eyes were glued on you. And he was looking at you as if you were a goddess. Azriel’s eyes softened, with adoration. It scared you. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. With a blush you realized he was holding you like a lover. He smirked at you as if knowing you just realized it.

Azriel slowly let go and used his wing to guide you to turn around. Blankets and pillows were on the ground. Like a picnic but a nest. His shadows swirled excitedly around the set up. He guided you gently to the set up, helping you sit down before sitting beside you.

“Do you want your mapping materials? My shadows can retrieve them for you. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to just relax and enjoy this night or continue star mapping.” He murmured.

You thought for a second. This was odd. Was this a date? Or did he do this with all of his friends? Did you want to map or did you want to enjoy this night with him?

“No it’s okay.” You replied, eyes glued to the stars above. They were much clearer from this view then from the House of Wind. You guess the city lights blurred them out. But here? They were in their full glory.

“Why did you bring me here?” He seemed to pause before responding.

“My shadows told me you might be leaving soon. This is my attempt at convincing you to stay here. In the night court. With your mate.” Azriel confessed.

He watched your eyebrows furrow.

“Mate? I don’t have a mate-“ you panicked.

His wings cocooned you and his arm enveloped you. It was like he could sense your panic. He rocked you back and forth like a child. And it was comforting.

“I’m your mate. I’ve known since I’ve met you. I thought I would have more time to get to know you and the bond would snap for you, but then my shadows informed me of your soon departure.”

You swallowed, throat bobbing. You blinked a few times. “There isn’t anything about me to get to know.” You replied harshly. Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Shadows swirled around you both, some tendrils caressing you.

“Don’t say that. I know it isn’t true. Everyday I learn something new about you. I don’t care what you say, you are the most interesting person I’ve ever met.” He said, words much louder and firmer now. He thinks you’re interesting?

“Stay. Stay with me. Let me get to know you. I don’t expect you to accept the bond anytime soon. But give me- give us a chance.” Azriel said, wings tightening around you both. His eyes bore into you, with a fierce and loving look in them. You couldn’t help but soften in his hold.

You realized then, you deserved love. And for once a belonging feeling overwhelmed your senses.

“I’ll stay.”

Hope you guys enjoyed 💗

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 1 year ago

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"Excuse me, you dropped this," you call after the boy, your voice slightly echoing in the vast Sendai City Gymnasium.

He turns, scanning the bustling crowd before realising it was you who spoke. As your eyes lock with his, the noise of the gym fades into a dull hum.

Kawaii

His eyes widen, and a light pink dusts across his cheeks, a mixture of surprise and confusion evident on his face.

Shit, did I say that out loud??

You realise you have also been gaping at him.

"Uhh I- I mean this. You dropped this. It's really cute," you say, extending your hand with the teddy bear eye mask.

He looks down at the familiar object. "Oh. I didn't realise. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for the trouble," he says, bowing. Twice.

"It was no trouble at all," you smile at him, "My name is Y/N. L/N Y/N."

"Asahi. Azumane Asahi," he responds. His voice is gentle yet deep. You notice how his long brown hair, tied into a low bun, frames his face perfectly.

"I gotta say, you have good taste, Asahi. I've seen cute eye masks before but none this cute. And it's crocheted too! If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it from?"

He seems a little taken aback by your... question? The fact that you are talking to him? You don't know.

"I- actually- I made this myself," he admits.

"You did? Oh my god that's so cool! That makes this a hundred times better!"

A shy, embarrassed smile graces his lips. It makes you want to keep this conversation going for just a little longer.

"Th-thank you so much. It was just a hobby I took up during the summer," he says, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

"Oi! Asahi! Don't stand around to chit chat. We need to war-," the black-haired boy's call from the end of the corridor is cut short by a smack on the head from a grey-haired teammate. They both seem to be wearing the same black jacket Asahi is. Another black haired boy next to them seems to be struggling to restrain two boys from running in your direction.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't realise I was keeping you. You should get back to your teammates. I need to get back to my friend's match as well. It was really nice meeting you, Asahi." You're a little disappointed but you think you manage to hide it well with your smile.

"It- It was really nice meeting you too," he says.

Oh well, that's that, I guess. You start walking away, feeling a pang of regret.

"W-wait!"

You stop in surprise. You turn to face him and see he is reaching into his bag.

"I- I want you to have this," you can hear the crinkle of paper as he pulls something out, "Don't worry, it's new. I haven't used it."

Your eyes widen as you realize it is another crocheted eye mask. It is tucked carefully away in a paper bag but you can see the design on it. The little blue penguin is even cuter than the teddy bear.

"Oh no no, I couldn't possibly accept that!"

"I can absolutely understand if- if you don't want to accept something from a stranger like me. Or is it the design? Do you like the bear better? I could make another-"

"No. That's not it. This design is really, really cute. In fact I love penguins. And this is so, so sweet of you to offer. I just feel like it wouldn't be right. You must have spent so much time making this and to just give it away like this? Plus you brought it here so I'm assuming you intended to use it."

"No no, I had just put it in my bag long ago in case I or my teammates needed it. I made three of these so I have another. Please don't worry. It would make me very happy if you accepted," he bows, both arms holding out the eye mask.

"I- well, at least let me pay you for it!"

He shakes his head. "No, please. It's a gift. From me to you," he says, determined. It is your turn to feel the heat in your cheeks.

You take the eye mask from his hands, your fingers lightly brushing against his.

"Thank you, Asahi. This is so precious. I promise to keep it safe," you say, smiling from ear to ear as you inspect the adorable little creation, "and since you won't let me pay you for this, will you at least let me buy you a cup of coffee after your game as a thank you? Please?"

His eyes widen in surprise. "A-a coffee? With you? Are you sure?"

You nod, "Of course. I'm sure."

He is clearly flustered but you can see a smile forming on his lips. "I'd really like that," he finally says, his voice soft.

"Great! It's a date then," you say, grinning when his blush returns in full force at the word 'date'.

"Kawaii," you say out loud this time, a little more confident.

Steam might have started coming out of his ears had his teammates not called for him again at that very moment. He quickly gives you his number and says his goodbyes, promising to meet up with you as soon as he can. The shy smile seems permanently stuck on his face as he jogs back to his team.

You watch him go, the little blue penguin eye mask clutched in your hands, a warm feeling spreading through your chest.

Before he enters the stadium, Asahi glances back one more time and flashes you the biggest smile that makes your insides feel like goop. It is too soon to say but, somehow, your gut tells you that this might be the start of something special.

Inspired by this manga panel. || Kofi

#i don't know what to feel about this write-up but i am a firm believer in telling Asahi Azumane that he's cute unprompted #he deserves it #asahi azumane #azumane asahi #haikyuu asahi #asahi #asahi x reader #haikyuu #azumane #haikyuu x reader #asahi azumane x reader #haikyuu!!#asahi haikyuu

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beeing1alive · 1 year ago

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Could you please write more head canons about Nahoya? Maybe about his jealousy or something. It's okay if not!

How Tokyo Revengers boys are jealous p.2

Note: Hello there! I've already been working on a second part and thought I'd just include Nahoya as well. I hope you're fine with it

f.t.: Smiley (Nahoya Kawata); Angry (Souya Kawata); Takemichi (Takemichi Hanagaki)

Smiley

his usual smile adorns his face, but I'm not going to lie, the angry vein on his forehead and his clenched fists can't be missed

tries to look busy all the time, but stares at you constantly and watches you

he gets sick with rage when he sees the boy across from you smiling at you and blushing at the same time

no one is allowed to look at you like that except him!

so he stomps towards you, and as soon as he arrives, he gives the boy in front of you a strong punch

the punch was a little stronger than he intended and… well

he's not sorry

you looked at him in dismay and told him that the boy was just trying to be nice to you

he just grinned even wider and told you that the boy wanted much more than to be nice and that he didn't want anything like that because you were his girlfriend

Angry

really tries not to show it so much because he thinks you might not like it

but when he sees you paying more attention to another boy than him at the moment

as soon as this goes on for longer than 10 minutes, he really can't hold back anymore

the jealousy burns like fire on his skin

before he even knew what he was doing he ran to you, took your hand and pulled you away from the other boy

when you got to a quiet place, he apologised and promised you that it would never happen again

won't get back into it until you reassure him that it's okay and he doesn't need to apologise

he will immediately shut up and stop talking

give him a sweet kiss and he will be normal again, normal but very flushed

Takemichi

as usual, doesn't think and just walks straight towards you

will stand diagonally behind you and stare angrily into the eyes of the guy in front of you

he said that the boy should get the fuck away from his partner and that he wasn't wanted here

he only realises far too late that he would definitely lose a fight against the boy

but that doesn't stop him from standing there in defiance and continuing to stare angrily into the boy's eyes

because the boy doesn't want to look bad in front of you, he leaves after giving Takemichi one last hateful look

was scared, of course, but tries to hide it

a little later that day, he asked you if everything had been okay or if it had bothered you

you have to tell him everything was fine and smile at him and as soon as you do that, he's pretty much forgotten about it again

Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #headcannons #smiley x reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya kawata #tokyo revengers nahoya #angry tokyo revengers #angry #angry x reader #smiley tokyo revengers #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi #takemichi x reader

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melanieph321 · 8 months ago

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Hi, could you do a Ruben Dias x reader x Josko Gvardiol👀

OMG OMG OMG! 🙈🙈

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 2)

Ruben Dias/Joško Gvardiol x Reader - Tussle Of Three

18+

Must be nice. Is all I can say. 😝

Enjoy! 💞

They weren't fighting over you. Why would they? When you wanted them both.....at the sametime.

Ruben wasn't shy about a threesome. However, he did feel some type of way about sharing you with someone else. Someone who wanted you as much as him.

Badlier even.

"Come here Y/N, sit on my lap."

"She's not going anywhere."

Joško rolled his eyes at Ruben's paranoia. Although his teammate agreed to experiment, Ruben was far from getting a participation medal afterwards, that was forsure. "Relax mate. I just want her to be comfortable, and she will be....on my lap."

Ruben's hand tightened around your arm and that's when you knew to interfere. "Guys. Come on." The dimmed hotel room was already steamy enough. "Why fight when we can fuck?"

Both men grinned.

After a couple of persuasive kisses Ruben let you walk over to the bed, to Joško, who greated you with rough hands that tugged off the straps of your dress, sliding the fabric down your naked shoulders.

As stubborn as he was, Ruben sat back and watched another man play with his wife. He sat back in the leather chair placed in the corner of the baroque suite. He sat back with a hand in his pants, stroking himself slowly as he saw your body unravel in the darkness.

"God." You moaned, to the sensation of Joško's hand moving between your thighs.

"Nah, leave him out of this." He chuckled against your skin. His free hand was brought to your back, steading you before traveling downwards to slap the swollen flesh of your ass, leaving a stinging mark.

"Careful." Ruben hissed, ushering a warning in a steady voice. He had stopped stroking himself, eyes narrowed at the bed.

"What can I say?" Joško teased with a smile. "I couldn't help myself. Sorry"

"It's okay baby, I liked it." You assured, watching Ruben over your shoulder. He grunted in response, a signal for the two of you to continue. You did so in a matter of foreplay. What Joško did to your body was only a fraction of what your husband's darkest fantasies intended. Joško was actually sweet compared to Ruben. Although he made his teammate watch on as he tortured you by burying his fingers deep inside of your pussy while his mouth latched onto the crest of your breasts, taking his time with your stiff nipples in his wet mouth.

You squirmed above him, struggling to keep still. The pleasure was building up to something intense, something dangerously on the verge of rupturing. But just as you wanted to explode, Ruben tapped in with a heavy hand on your shoulder. "I'll take it from here."

You came down from the high with an unsatisfied whimper as Josko stepped aside. No questions asked. He knew better than to get in the way of Ruben and his desire for you.

Wait!" You protested.

This was meant to be a threesome. Something for the three of you to enjoy. What was the point of having all three of you in the same room if one person was constantly forced to stand back and watch?

"Babe, is this not okay for you?" Ruben looked to you in concern.

"No."

He immediately backed off.

"Wait, no. I mean yes. Yes, this is okay for me. However..." You reached for your husband's hand and did the same thing with Joško's. "I want all three of us to enjoy this. Please, it's what we came here for."

The two men regarded each other skeptically, a stand off between two lovers. But then Ruben initiated a peace offering by leaning forward and pressing a feather-like kiss to your neck. He then moved you to stand to the side of him while he did the same thing to Joško, his lips lingering a bit longer against his teammates pale skin. The men shared a knowing glanced and went onto offer you a seat on the bed.

"After you." Joško nodded at Ruben, who gladly got rid of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed. Joško did the same, stripping himself naked to let his erect cock and clenching muscles reveal his egerness for a tussle of three.

Your heart fluttered having two men sandwich you on a dream bed, their erect penises grinding against you like thick lodges. For a second, while drowning in the caressing of your body, a sudden fear struck you. An irrational fear that these two men wider in size and height, could do as they pleased with you. In any way they wished to. For as long as they wished to and as hard as they wished to.

But this was Ruben you were fearing. Your loving husband who, despite the unethical situation, whispered sweet nothings in your ear as if you were alone, making love in your bed at home. Even Joško, with his barbaric appearance, never forced you into uncomfortable positions without reminding you of your safeword of the night. And his lips upon your body, his tounge sometimes inside of it, never drove you over an edge you weren't prepared to leap from.

Together, the two men made you the center of attention. Taking turns to please you in ways you never thought possible. They left you tender and warm skinned. Heat generating from places one would never expect to generate as much moisture as it did. And when it all eventually came to a finish, sunlight had begun creeping into the room.

By that time you had transformed into one. One thrusting body. Ruben and Joško, taking you from the front and behind as you cried out the final rises of pleasure. The fifteenth time that night.

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #josko gvardiol x reader #josko gvardiol #josko gvardiol imagine

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lia404 · 2 months ago

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8th AnniVRAINSary Celebration notebooks giveaway!

I'm a day late. Of course I am. When am I not late?

In my defense, it took longer than I'd have expected to have a genius idea and then speed-create prototypes to share with the world, hoping they will convey all the said genius of the idea.

(To be fair, it's probably not a genius idea at all. But it's an idea, and it somehow became important to me, so here we are.)

Happy belated AnniVRAINSary! As mentioned in the title, I'd like to celebrate the occasion with... notebooks, since apparently it's become my language of love.

More explanations and link to the form under the cut!

Some context: It's been a little over a year since I finally began watching Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS, and... let's be honest, it's been a rather dark year. I would have never expected when I decided to press Play on these first episodes that the series would carry me through so much. After acknowledging it, I allowed myself to carry an "emotional support Playmaker" keychain and to even self-indulge in the designing and crafting of a small VRAINS-inspired notebook I bound for myself (and that I actually managed to share on the ACTUAL day of the AnniVRAINSary! Not so late anymore, are we? Both items follow me through my days, and call me materialistic if you want, but it does help me emotionally.

A few days ago, I shared that silly Do It For Yusaku crunchy poster. While delightfully shitposty, it was a good translation of my mindset about him (and the whole series.) What I didn't expect it was the amount of reblogs and likes, which made me realise that I was far from the only one with this mindset.

Hence, the project: 8 is not a round number, it's not a 10 or a 15 or one of those big markers, it's not even Yusaku's beloved 3. BUT it's my 1st anniVRAINSary, and considering all the context above, it feels quite important for me to celebrate. I thus spend the past 48 hours overthinking and prototyping and using Rain and Mino as my ever-suffering sounding boards, and reached this conclusion:

I WANT TO GIVE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT VRAINS NOTEBOOKS TO THOSE WHO WISH TO CELEBRATE TOO.

So here we are now after 2 days of tinkering with the absolute lack of tools I have at home:

Softcover and hardcover notebooks, size A6 and A7. (The colours are atrocious because my phone camera is atrocious, and the lines are not 100% straight because I don't have my guillotine at home. Please don't focus on this.)

All of them are made using the same typesetting as the one I designed for myself, except the translation is in English instead of French. It's delightfully spoilery of sub'd episode 120 of VRAINS, which means that you might want to watch the full series if you're to get this notebook. Look at me totally not encouraging you to watch VRAINS in its entirety if you haven't already 😇

I am confident that I have enough materials in my workshop to do around 15 softcover notebooks, and 3 to 5 hardback notebooks depending on the size. This means that I can do almost 20 emotional-support notebooks for VRAINS fans who want to carry the final dialogue with them at all time!

OKAY LIA BUT YOU TALK WAY TOO MUCH, HOW DO I GET THAT NOTEBOOK YOU INTEND TO MAKE FOR ME TO CELEBRATE MY LOVE FOR VRAINS THEN?

Easy! You can just fill in

this form

to let me know which type of notebook you like best (there are more photos for details in there), and I'll contact you to confirm the logistics of shipping once I'm done binding your notebook!

OKAY LIA BUT ALSO THAT'S A LITTLE TOO NICE, WHAT'S THE CATCH?

Alas, you got me. I hate it but there is a catch. While I'm glad to cover for materials, I won't be able to cover for shipping. International shipping has become ridiculously expensive, especially since I refuse to send anything without tracking anymore. I will thus ask you to participate to the shipping cost once the notebook is done. I estimate it at around 7€ to 13€ (depending on the size), but I am giving more details in the form.

I'll close the form either 2 weeks from now, on May 25, or when I reach the point where I don't have enough materials left. Don't hesitate to ask questions if you have them, or to share the project with your friends!

And now it's time for me to conclude this post by saying it again—

HAPPY BELATED ANNIVRAINSARY!!!

#yu gi oh #vrains #yugioh vrains #bookbinding #fanbinding #fanproject #les idées à la con de lia #i'm not even going to translate this tag because at this point it's almost a brand name #i swear that it was faster to make the prototypes than to create the form and write the post #this took me a whole day and i don't regret anything (too much)

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ren14554 · 2 months ago

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*Want to start from the beginning? Chapter 1

Eternal

Chapter 23: Close Calls

Pope wasn't lying when he said it would be an early wake-up call. It just wasn't Pope who did the waking.

The birds outside create a cacophony that grates on Rafe's brain. He attempts to hide, curling into Sofia and digging his head into the curve of her neck, but the sounds still find him. Just like they do the others.

They all grumble through packing, quickly scarfing down rehydrated oats before hitting the trail again. The morning sun heats up the world steadily, though the cool night air still lingers in pockets beneath the rainforest canopy.

"How much longer?" Cleo calls out, a few steps behind Pope.

"Only a bit more. We're coming up on—"Pope's eyes flicking from the map to the trail ahead. "Some waterfalls… I think."

"These particularly important waterfalls?"

"Not the ones I think we're looking for," Pope admits.

"Hey, Rafe."

John B sidles up next to him, his right leg favoring a lighter step than his left—the bandage Sarah and Kiara wrapped earlier this morning still holding strong.

"What do you want?"

John B smiles. "Ever think you'd be trekking across a Mexican rainforest with the likes of us Pogue degenerates?"

Rafe rolls his eyes—playfully. "Not once."

"Me neither," John B replies with a smirk. Almost in sync, they step over a thick tree root.

"You good?"

"With life in general?" John B trails off, searching for the thread.

Rafe nods toward the women up ahead. Sarah walks beside Sofia, her arm looped through his girlfriend's; mid-story, both laughing.

"Getting my sister pregnant."

John B blushes. "Ah. That."

"That," Rafe echoes.

"She's good. We're good," John B says with a little nod.

"Ever thought you'd be trekking it across a Mexican rainforest with a pregnant girlfriend?"

"Not once." John B repeats Rafe's earlier answer with a reserved sigh. "So long as she stays safe, I'm happy."

"Agreed."

"Anyway, she's prepared." John B chuckles. "I've got all the gear, and she's lugging all the food. Stick with her if you get lost—else, you're shit outta luck."

Rafe can't help the low laugh. Of course, Sarah's pack is loaded with snacks. The little gremlin was getting more peckish by the day.

"It's kinda nice," John B muses, "not wanting to deck each other in the face."

"Yeah, well—there's still time." Rafe quips. "Don't know if it's a customary big-brother duty, but if anything ever happened to her on your watch…"

"You'd kill me?" John B finishes with a cheeky, all-knowing smile.

"Something like that," Rafe mutters, eyes rolling.

"Duly noted," Sarah's boyfriend replies, surprisingly sincere. "You know, Rafe, we just had a heart-to-heart."

Rafe glances over, taking in John B's smug expression, and nods with faux solemnity. "Only in your dreams, Little John."

John B laughs.

He catches Sarah's eye. Her pleased smile as she quickly takes in him and John B before she turns back around. She leans into Sofia and whispers something that makes them both smile. He can't help the subtle smile sticking to his mouth longer than intended.

~~~~~

They reach the waterfalls Pope mentioned by lunchtime, mist rolling off the cascading drop, balancing the sun's heat and the humidity clinging to their skin. Granola and rehydrated lukewarm mac and cheese are all they're afforded.

Rafe's starting to miss the Mexican food they'd been eating all week.

Kiara steals the map from Pope as they start out again, wanting to double-check that he and his trusty compass actually know where they're going—because it feels like they've been heading deeper and deeper into nothingness.

But signs begin to show.

Small structures of old stone, half-swallowed by earth, are covered in vines that twist and curl like nature's security system. A darker tree line stands ahead—denser, more ominous.

And then they break through.

Another lost city.

No bigger than the last, but far more eroded—like time and earth decided this one needed to be swallowed whole. Trees and roots burst from the ground around what used to be homes, temples, and gathering spaces. Everything looks trampled by nature—yet somehow, still standing. Persisting despite centuries of decay.

There's a beat of awe.

And it's not just Rafe. The others—Sofia, Sarah, John B, Cleo, Pope, Kiara—stare wide-eyed, brains short-circuiting.

How has no one found this?

"What the fuck," Cleo mutters, for all of them.

What the fuck.

Just like before, they move in slowly. Stepping over crumbled pillars and debris, skirting thick vegetation that's long since claimed the land. It's darker here, the massive canopy blanketing most of the city—save for the tall pyramid at its center. Like the forest was grown specifically to hide it.

Still, the heat is heavy, trapped in the overgrowth. The buzzing of insects is relentless. Distant screeches echo through the trees.

"Wow," Sarah breathes.

"Once again, I ask how," Kiara says. "How does this place look like it's never been discovered?"

Rafe starts down a crumbling staircase—at least two stories tall—leading to an overgrown path that winds through what used to be, no doubt, a vibrant community. The others follow in small clusters.

"I'd love to pick Hollis's brain about how and why she had the artifact that led us here," Cleo says, her footsteps echoing on the stone.

"Too bad Groff killed her," Rafe mutters.

He stops at the bottom, scanning the ruins. Sofia's hand curves over his shoulder as she steps up behind him. Sarah glances up from the step next to him.

"She never mentioned anything like this to you?"

"No," Rafe answers flatly. "She only ever wanted my money." Sofia squeezes his shoulder lightly.

"So what—do we head toward the pyramid?" Sarah asks, stretching her back.

"Seems like the right direction," Cleo offers.

"It's the only direction," John B murmurs.

Sofia's voice floats in from behind Rafe, aimed toward Pope. "Where's the trail from here? Wasn't this only the midpoint on the map from the museum? Maybe instead of heading to the largest structure, we should focus on where we need to be."

Pope sighs. "That's the problem. Everything I've found shows no clear continuation of the trail. So... all we've got is exploration."

"Then let's explore," Sarah decides, already moving.

They follow without much hesitation—what else can they do?

The quiet returns, broken only by the chatter of wildlife. A few monkeys hang lazily from broken stones in the distance, watching as they creep further in.

"Does anyone else feel like we're not alone?" Kiara asks softly.

"I feel like we're walking into a damn trap," Cleo mutters, adjusting her pack.

Sofia brushes her fingertips along the carved face of a nearby wall. "This is incredible."

She never got to take in the last ruins—she was too busy trying to get them out alive.

Rafe follows just behind her, his hand ghosting over the same markings—but his attention isn't on the stone. It's in the shadows. The silence here isn't peaceful.

"I don't like it," he murmurs.

Pope and Kiara lead again, slipping through a narrow corridor formed by toppled columns. It opens into an overgrown courtyard, a vine-choked fountain in the center, and moss-covered steps leading to raised platforms—likely ceremonial.

"You think this was part of the same system as the last site?" Sarah asks, one hand absentmindedly resting on her belly.

"Could be. Layout's familiar... but this place feels older," Pope replies. "More forgotten."

Then, a sound cuts through the air.

They freeze.

Not an animal. Not wind.

Footsteps.

Human.

Cleo throws Rafe a look. Her hand's already on the hilt of her knife. John B shifts protectively in front of Sarah.

Rafe moves closer to Sofia, jaw clenched, scanning the brush.

Then again—voices. Low, muffled. Foreign. Male.

Rafe catches Sofia's eye. She's already saying it with her look before she whispers, "Dalia's men."

"Move," Rafe mouths. "Now."

Pope points to a half-collapsed structure. "There."

They sprint across the courtyard, crouched low, diving behind the wall and pressing into the foliage. A heartbeat thuds in his ears.

Moments later, two armed men enter the courtyard.

They're not rushing. Just scanning.

Rafe lifts just enough to peer over the wall. They're too close.

One of the men nudges a stone with his boot, muttering about "not being far behind." The other mentions "clearing the path to the temple."

They're headed to the pyramid.

Eventually, the men move on, disappearing down the opposite path.

No one breathes for a long minute.

"So we're definitely not alone," Kiara whispers.

"We're not the first either," Sofia adds.

"Makes sense," Pope says, adjusting his grip on the map. "We're up against a private militia with serious resources." The paper crinkles too loudly, drawing glares. Pope winces.

"We could camp out here. Wait until they're gone."

"And let the bugs eat us alive?" Cleo scoffs, already stepping back out. "Pass."

They follow slower now. Rafe offers Sofia a hand over the rubble. She wipes her palms on her shorts and gives him a soft smile.

Their movements tighten. Quieter. Close to the walls, ready to duck at the first sign of danger.

Then the hum of noise grows louder as they near the heart of the ruins—the pyramid.

They step out of a long corridor and freeze.

A massive field stretches to the pyramid steps. Armored trucks sit parked just outside. Men mill around—some searching, some resting.

They duck back into the crumbling doorway of a nearby building.

Rafe peeks out again.

"How the fuck did they get vehicles in here?" he mutters.

"Sheer will and good luck?" John B offers.

"Absolute disregard for nature and decency," Kiara adds with a sneer.

They're outnumbered. Outgunned.

"There's gotta be another way," Rafe murmurs. "We can't go through them."

Pope's already pulling the map back out. "If the layout's the same, we follow the perimeter. Stay low, avoid the plazas."

"Circle the city?" Sarah asks.

"Exactly."

No one argues. Boots still echo somewhere in the distance.

They move again. Quiet. Careful. The city thins as they approach its edge—roots thick, terrain uneven. The old roads are mostly earth and broken stone.

Then they see it.

A massive stone wall rises ahead, nearly hidden by growth and terrain. It curves out of view, separating the city from the jungle.

"What the hell…" John B breathes.

"I didn't even realize we were this close to the edge," Sarah says.

"It's not marked on anything I've seen," Pope adds.

They follow it for a few yards, brushing away vines and watching where they step—until something interrupts the stone pattern.

A gate.

Massive. Half-swallowed by earth. Unremarkable, save for the faint impressions of where hinges once might've been. But there's a path—clearly visible on the other side. Worn flat. Leading somewhere.

"This," Pope whispers. "This is it. Has to be."

"And now we have to figure out how to open it," Sofia asks, brushing the cracked surface.

Sarah leans closer. "Doesn't look like it's opened in a long time."

Pope steps back, turning slowly to examine the surrounding wall. That's when Pope perks up. Rafe glances where Pope is gliding to, a weathered mural carved into the stone beside the gate, partially covered in moss and dirt.

"Guys—help me clear this."

They all move in, scraping back vines and earth until the faded image reveals itself: two pyramids etched into the stone, one taller, one smaller, drawn side by side. Between them, a faint symbol—circular, possibly a key of some kind—hovering above the smaller one. The gate, represented crudely, sits beneath the mural with a line connecting it directly to the smaller pyramid.

"Not again," Cleo mutters.

John B responds, "Wouldn't be a proper ancient mystery without a few trials and tribulations, right?"

"Let's just hope there's no booby traps," Cleo replies.

"Well, if there are poison darts, Rafe's taking that one," Sarah teases.

Rafe glares.

Pope's breath catches. "This is a map."

"And it's leading us exactly where we need to go." Rafe states, "The key—or whatever opens this gate—isn't in the one Dalia's men are raiding."

"It's in the smaller one," Pope confirms. "Just behind it."

"So… we go in through the back," Cleo nods. "While they're distracted."

Sofia steps back, eyeing the gate. "Let's just hope they don't figure that out first."

A beat of silence.

Then Rafe nods. "Let's go."

They all nod—except John B. The pogue shifts slightly beside Sarah.

"Wait," John B says. "Sarah shouldn't come."

Rafe stops short. He glances back, his brow tightening. "Why?"

"She's pregnant, man."

Sarah lets out a sharp breath. "Don't do that."

"I'm not trying to sideline you," John B says quickly, but his stance doesn't budge. "But going back toward a bunch of armed men with only half a plan and a wall mural? That's not smart."

"I'm pregnant, not fragile."

Kiara steps forward then, firm. "If something goes sideways, it's not just you we'd be worried about."

Sarah crosses her arms, staring them down.

Rafe shifts. "Look, I don't think anyone's saying you can't handle yourself, but if they spot or hear us, we have to run or fight… it's just not worth the risk. Not for you. Not for the baby."

Sarah opens her mouth to argue, but this time, even Cleo nods, arms crossed over her chest like she's already decided.

"We're not leaving you," Pope adds, handing her a walkie. "Channel four. Short messages only."

Sarah accepts it reluctantly. John B slips an arm around her.

"Don't be gone long," she says.

"We won't," Kiara promises.

Cleo readjusts her bag moving to wordlessly take Popes backpack from him. "We'll hang here. If they regroup, we'll warn you."

Kiara, Sofia, and himself follow suit, handing over what’s remaining of their backpacks before they break off.

"You good?" she asks quietly when they’re a few yards away from the others.

He nods. "You?"

She mirrors it.

He glances at Pope and Kiara. "Let's go."

They disappear into the brush, the pyramid looming ahead. The group splits.

~~~~~

Rafe leads, one hand near his sidearm, the other brushing aside vines and low branches as they creep the long way around the city. Sofia stays close, her hand gripping the back of his shirt when the terrain steepens. Kiara and Pope trail behind, silent, eyes flicking about on high alert.

The smaller pyramid comes into view through breaks in the canopy—partially buried in the jungle, its stone staircase cracked and uneven. Humble compared to the grand one towering beyond it, but unmistakably significant.

Then—movement.

Rafe freezes, throwing an arm up, stopping Sofia short.

Voices, low and fast. Male. Spanish?

They're just ahead.

Rafe ducks behind a crumbled wall, pulling Sofia with him until they're pressed shoulder to shoulder into the mossy stone. Pope and Kiara flatten themselves nearby. Rafe glances toward the noise—shadows shifting at the tree line, maybe twenty yards off.

"Did you hear that?"

"No—there. I saw something move."

Leaves rustle. Rafe tenses.

Sofia slips her hand into his. No words—just pressure. His thumb brushes over her knuckles as he listens.

Then, a sharp movement in the brush. And it didn't come from them.

Then chaos.

Gunfire erupts into the rainforest. Immediate. Wild.

The mercenaries fire blindly into the jungle, shouting over one another. Birds scream overhead and scatter. Bullets tear into trees and dirt. Rafe jerks instinctively, pulling Sofia closer, wrapping one arm tight around her, shielding her body with his.

Dirt kicks up inches from his boot. A branch splinters above Pope's head.

"Shit—" Kiara breathes, ducking lower.

"They didn't see us," Pope mouths. "They think it's animals."

More gunfire. One of the men swears, calling something about monkeys. The other laughs—dry and humorless. Rafe's heart hammers, chest pressed firm against Sofia's back.

She doesn't flinch. Just leans into him, calm, sharp-eyed. When she shifts slightly to peer through a crevice in the stone, her hand stays curled against his stomach, grounding them both.

He squeezes it. Quick. Reassuring.

"We need to move," he breathes.

Sofia nods against his shoulder.

He gestures right—away from the noise—toward a narrow path curling between two collapsed stone walls.

This time, she grabs his hand before he can turn.

"You okay?" she whispers, locking eyes with his.

He nods. "You?"

"I'm with you."

That's all it takes.

They move—quiet, fast. Boots barely touching the ground. Ducking beneath twisted branches, weaving through rubble and thick roots. The gunfire fades behind them. Then silence.

Almost.

Forest sounds return slowly. Birds. Insects. The whirl of distant wind.

They don't stop until the smaller pyramid looms closer, framed by tangled vines and time.

Rafe crouches behind a low ridge of rock, scanning the area.

No movement. No sound except their breathing.

They're clear.

He finally exhales, not relief exactly—but something like it.

Sofia leans her forehead against his shoulder, hand still wrapped around his wrist. "That was close."

"Too close," he mutters, pressing a kiss to her hair. He lingers a second longer. "You good?"

"I will be when we get out of here."

Kiara drops to one knee beside them, brushing leaves off her arms. "They seriously shot up half the jungle for nothing."

Pope peeks through the brush and lets out a low whistle. "Fucking idiots."

Rafe reluctantly lets Sofia go as they all rise. The pyramid is only a few feet away now. Its steps are eroded, and the entrance at the top is barely visible through the overgrowth.

The base of the smaller pyramid is partially swallowed by the jungle, vines creeping like veins over the stone. Whatever entrance once existed isn't obvious—at least not at first.

They fan out slightly, still close, careful not to speak too loudly. Even with the gunfire gone, Rafe knows better than to think they're alone.

"Here," Pope calls softly, waving them over. He kneels beside a low, jagged opening half-hidden behind a collapsed slab. It's not an entrance in the traditional sense—just a break in the structure. Narrow. Just wide enough to crawl through.

"You sure?" Kiara asks.

Pope nods. "There's airflow. And I can see the floor slope down."

Rafe crouches beside him, peering into the dark. It's tight but passable.

He looks at Sofia. "You up for it?"

Sofia arches a brow. "After that sprint through gunfire? Yeah. I'm good."

He smirks faintly, pressing a hand to her lower back, guiding her toward the opening. He follows after, with Pope and Kiara close behind.

It's cooler inside—musty and damp. The air smells old, thick with mildew. They crawl a few feet before the tunnel opens into a lower chamber. Rafe stands slowly, brushing dirt off his arms, eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through cracks in the rock.

They're inside.

But it's different this time.

No grand ceremonial chamber like the last site. No vast open floor.

This one's more intricate. Instead of one large space, walls weave along the inner floor—almost like rooms, but with no doors. Nothing that would make any of them private. From up here, it almost looks like an ant farm—open, segmented, visible save for a few obscured pockets.

Sofia steps beside him, peering over the ledge. Her arm wraps easily around his waist, and he leans into her touch, resting a hand on her shoulder.

She whispers, "What kind of place is this?"

Unease itches down his spine.

They descend the steps together, tighter now, careful. Who knows if they're the first ones in here?

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Next part: Chapter 24

*Hi. Sorry for the delay. Busy life things got in the way. But I've been on a roll with writing the next few parts, so it will be much sooner for the next chapter than this one.*

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hey.. mist with two tentacles. goodbye. -🗡

….. I’m just going to apologize for whatever this is. I got extremely carried away as usual.

Zephyr should know better than to be in dark places alone.

Or 1.7k of mist using Zeph as she pleases

Warnings for: tentacles, pretty dubious consent but it gets more enthusiastic as it goes on, stalking, predator/prey dynamics, fear play, it’s pretty fucking gratuitous monster sex.

Zephyr tended to leave the door to the tiny room cracked. A small dusty lamp illuminated the space with dingy yellow light, and the crack allowed the light from the library to flood part of the room with extra light. Not enough for the noise from the library to interrupt their work, but enough for them to actually see what they’re working on.

It was late, at least past 10. River tended to keep the library open at all hours even against imperators orders. Something about unholy knowledge being the best in the late hours of the night. But technically they were supposed to close at 7. Zephyr didn’t mind though even if they tended to be a stickler for rules. It gave them an excuse to work later in the archival room than taking their work back to their room where it would no doubt get scattered across their desk and floor.

Their back hurt hunched over the small table. Rows and rows of shelves surrounded them in the cramped space. Dust and the smell of old paper filled the stuffy air. The door creaked open wider, allowing the noise from a group of sisters to make it hard to work.

“Stupid draft” Zeph mumbled, getting up to place the door back into the proper position. He heard a rustling behind him, chocking it up to the wind caused by shutting the door.

Zephyr sat back down with a huff. They had been working for over an hour, a date with ifrit going longer than either intended. The spontaneous fire ghoul had rubbed off on them awfully, usually they would get their work down before letting anyone distract them, but if there was one person zephyr couldn’t say no to, it was ifrit.

The temperature slowly dropped about 10 degrees. Zephyr tended to run pretty cold considering they were an air ghoul and chronically ill, but it bordered on eerie, almost uncomfortable. They pulled ifrits stolen flannel around them tighter with a huff. The small inconveniences all adding up to being borderline unworkable, or they were just tired, they didn’t know.

There wasn’t much work left luckily, simply some records to sort and write down for the end of the month, left to be filed away for when zephyr had the energy to actually do it properly. There was the sound of paper moving behind them, as if something was moving around the stacks of unsorted papers.

“I fucking told bell to deal with the rat problem” they grumbled as more things shifted in the area behind the first row of shelves. They got up to look around, seeing if they could possibly scare the creatures off for long enough to finish the stupid files.

The shifting stopped when Zeph rounded the corner. A glint of white in the shadows of the shelving. Probably just sheets of new bright paper that shined at an angle. Hopefully.

The air felt different. Like the cold chill right before a storm. “Whatever” they whispered, trying to focus on finishing so they could go back to their room. The promise of a nice warm body to heat them up helping to quell the strange feeling in their chest.

The hair on the back of their neck stood. The small lamp flickering slightly. The wiring was old, probably dating back to nihil if they were to guess. They felt the itch in their skin to get the hell out of that room. Something was wrong, the floor creaked behind them.

Zephyr suddenly didn’t think they were alone anymore.

There was a chill that crawled up their spine, a hand wrapping around their face to clamp over their mouth before they had the chance to turn around.

“Hi wisp been looking for you” a voice whispered into their ear. Zephyr tried to thrash, bite so they could scream and hope River heard them.

“Now now, no need for all of that. Haven’t you ever been told you’re too pretty to be all alone out here at night?” Zephyr could feel their cold breath along their neck, the tips of sharp teeth grazing along their skin. There was an inherent warning to the ghouls tone, the promise of sunken teeth if they were to continue their movements.

Zephyr was suddenly turned around and leaned up against the wall, mouth still tightly covered. They prayed that she wouldn’t notice how rapid their heartbeat had become, something to taunt her and break their attempt as calm demeanor.

Mist stood in front of them. Pupils blown and a shark-like grin. There was always a sense of predation to her. Small and mostly kept to herself, but had a glint in her eyes that no one really wanted to mess with.

“Gotta be quiet for me my moth, wouldn’t be fair to me if I had to share you like this”

A cloth quickly replaced mists hand. Shoved far deep into their mouth to where they would gag if they moved wrong. Zephyr wondered how long she had been hiding. The creaking door, rusting of the shelves behind them. She must have been stalking them.

It’s a weird feeling honestly. Knowing that someone’s been watching you without you being aware. The knowledge that you saw all the signs and still couldn’t help but be caught. Pinned down like a butterfly on a corkboard. Waiting for the next shoe to drop.

They made a scared whimper around the gag when mist dove to sink her teeth in the junction of their shoulder and neck. A sharp pressure followed by the sting of mist licking the blood away from her freshly caused wound. The pain bled into a soft pleasure as mist continued to kiss up their neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, trying to distract from the searing hot bite mark.

“You sing so sweet song bird, keep making those noises for me” mist cooed, lifting her head to stand up on her toes and give Zeph a small kiss on the side of their mouth. Zephyr only whimpered again, a need to be obedient.

The smell of sea salt and juniper took over zephyrs senses. They felt weak, almost powerless even against the much smaller ghoulette. What she lacked in size she made up for in claws and teeth. They could feel the blood rush from their head at her touch, a sting of magic as their cock thicken in their pants. Be it from the predicament or her manipulating them, they didn’t know but soon they were sunk to their knees with their legs practically collapsing underneath them.

Her sight was dizzying. The taste and feel of a wet cloth gagging their pathetic noises, along with mist looking down on him as if she could eat him if given the chance. Saliva ran down their chin around the gag. The rapid tightness growing in their pants only made them almost want it more. Relief, to please her, anything. Blood loss really does wonders for obedience.

“Want me to use your mouth zephy? looks like you’re drooling for it anyways” mist tugged zephyrs head back by their hair. A fist full of white making them let out another muffled whine. She slowly took the cloth out of their mouth and watched the strings of saliva connect to their tongue. “Stay quiet wisp, i promise I’ll fill you up again”

Mist fumbled with her clothing, keeping a tight hand in zephyrs hair as she tugged down her pants. The air ghoul let out a pained cry as she pulled harshly while she undid the button, desperately tugging them down. She had soaked through her underwear already, blue panties adorned with a wet spot right in the middle. She had been getting off on this, the stalking was only the foreplay.

Something writhed beneath the fabric. The print of something long with small cupped circles slithering up and down the underwear, coating it in more slick.

“Think she likes you darling” mist grinned, slowly pulling down her panties.

Two tentacles emerged from her cunt. A couple inches long and flushed a deep shade of blue. Nothing too thick but zephyrs mouth watered at the sight. He knew water ghouls were weird, had heard about Water from omega, but mist having two tentacles was beyond their imagination. They were pretty in a fascinating way, dripping and wrapping around each other, looking for something to fuck. Weird but absolutely tantalizing.

“Please” zephyr breathed. They opened their mouth wide hoping the heat would beckon them forward. The promise of a warm mouth too tempting for even a monstrous appendage to ignore. The tentacle roughly pushed itself roughly between zephyrs lips, forcing itself down their throat. They gagged around it, trying hard to breathe through their nose.

“There you go wisp, let it use you” mist cooed. She used both of her hands to caress their face. A sweet touch compared to her tentacle that squirmed on their tongue. Using them. Something unsentient can’t have any regards for your well being.

Zephyr kept their eyes on the ghoulette. Wet between the thighs with the other tentacle wrapping around her skin and between her folds. The suckers almost seemed to pet across their tongue, sticky and catching when the thing went too fast, tried to be too rough.

The second tentacle seemed to tease the other in a sense. It would rub up and down the exposed length that wasn't in zephyrs mouth. Wet with mists arousal, they wouldn’t be surprised if it had been dripping onto the carpet.

Suddenly the second tentacle snaked back and pushed into mist earning a loud groan. She pulled against zephyrs hair at the feeling, making them take her deeper. An obscene squelch sounded through the small room while it fucked into her slowly, this one seemed almost less desperate, taking its time to get nice and deep inside of mist.

More drool and slick escaped zephyr mouth as they gagged, “if I knew you were this desperate I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of stalking you” mist almost growled. She bounced lightly, trying to fuck herself on her own tentacle, chase her own high as she continued to stare at zephyr as if they were a piece of meat. “Almost hoped you would’ve put up more of a fight, didn’t take you as easy prey”

#I’m so sorry #this is one is pretty weird #even for me #cw tentacles #cw dubcon #tentacles #dubious consent #monster fucking #mist ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes

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