#time to found out what kind of fun is there to have in a city which peaked in the 1500's
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*Super au. Aka freddy after a century decides to be everyone's problem.*
*Freddy wasn't kind. Freddy wasn't good. Despite what ames said. No matter what Hikari said. He wasn't good. He lied he hurt he stole he killed once or twice. He was horrible. But that wasn't important right now. Right now, he took time to walk and think about his time as a supervillain. He had magic minions he had a base he was a monster, villains feared, and heros were too scared to battle. But he had a rival. A young hero. She was like a cat girl. She also had wings magic powers, and heck, she had a side kick that was a stuffed toy he thinks? That alien thing was very odd and was a bit of an straightlacer. He grew to like her as a rival. She was naive young and oh so foolish. But he always lost. Him! A over 100 year old....whatever the fuck he was. And he was beaten by a 10 year old! But he took a walk to clear his head. It was after a plan that he almost won. He had her gear caught her and stole her powers but then...he heard her cry spaced out and suddenly he was holding Laz and she was back with new powers and won the day. Now. Laz was a puppet. His sister...his precious sisters made a teddy bear that was dressed up like him back when they talked him into becoming a superhero when playing pretend. He wasn't sure why her sniffles and crying while hiccuping struck a cord. But it did. He heard voices. And for weeks he didn't do any villainy. All the while he wondered why he thought that way. He was even sure he missed the hero. And even took different routes. He cleaned up his base. He ate healthier he even looked up various plush toys his sisters had and played with them. Again he didn't know why. But while listening to the news the news were happy he was gone and after the first week. He...saw something. The hero who was named 'Miss Plush' who he found out was named Amelia was different. Her mask was torn. Her cape wasn't patched up rightly. Her costume had faded stains he even saw she was skinny. And pale. And bags under her eyes along with bloodshot eyes. She looked like him. So soon he took walks in an attempt to try and find her. He even found her home but..she wasn't there. WHY WASNT SHE THERE? SHES 10! HER DAD HAD A GOOD JOB! HER MOM WAS ALIVE! WHERE WAS SHE? WHY DID THEY NOT CARE? WHY WERE THEY SO OBSESSED WITH HER HERO PERSONA? HOW DID THEY KNOW ABOUT HER PERSONA?*
*thats when he got to where he is now. Alone. On a cold day. Thanks to a new crime spree he started in an attempt to drag the hero out he used magic to make sleet Hail a blizzard and even freezing rain that burned he even whipped up a storm trying to get her to rush here. But he found her.*
*in a destroyed building. It was empty somehow colder then the outside. Wait where was her sidekick? he got closer. Brusies. Cuts. He even saw snow. So he was outside. But...why was she here? He then saw the lack of things in the bag. All she had was her costume a pillow and a map. Was...was she stealing? Hey....wait. he read her journal so she was elsewhere she fought minor villains and monsters and robots destroying them all ah not liked he cared. Though however She was doing the same things he did as a hero. That was new. He normally would have had fun mocking her but now he was mad. She of course woke up just enough to puke blood on his foot and to joke she was going to see him finally win.*
*upset Freddy asked her what the hell happened and she explained it all. Along with talking about her new powers. He blocked out it all after a few minutes. He didn't hear what she said about the cops. About the people. About the city. She said everything about her parents and flashing to times where he had to deal with bad adults and felt his wrath against humans flared but in a move Noone would understand and he snapped out of the Funk and was currently over a stove. As an auto pilot he took her home. He fed her. He healed her. He...he why was he like this?*
*he sat down watching the city try to manage without her and his own antics. Cops stopped burglers and supervillains were on the loose as the hero healed in his home. He can't remember what she said happened but her sidekick abandoned her and outed her. She ran from her home and parents and somehow everyone turned on or abandoned her. Hell the other magical heros didn't care. Surely it was cause they were upstaged by her.*
*she did heal up after a week of intense care and was in the base holding Laz with the plushies behind her. She made Laz her new sidekick and watched as the heros failed to stop freddy who renamed himself 'Gargoyle' ditching his Admiral Anarchy persona and his celestial devil title. She saw how he took them out abd how he destroyed people.*
*Freddy wasnt kind.*
*Freddy wasn't nice.*
*Freddy wasn't a hero nor was he good.*
*but after a tour of mayhem he came back giving her the powers of the heros and taught her how to steal magic and powers of others and his skills.*
*Freddy would need a new sidekick. Yes...sidekick*
*Miss Plush soon started calling herself Ames. She had heard she was someone who saved Freddy once and she was sure she'd want her to help Freddy.*
*she was a new hero after years she became the new hero the Celestial Angel.*
*Ames Bishop was kind.*
*Ames Bishop was a hero.*
*her father Freddy Bishop wasn't kind.*
*but...maybe.*
*maybe Freddy can try.*
*Freddy is willing to try.*
*All for Ames. All for his little girl.*
*the funniest thing. People forget when you become older time seems to both slow down and speed up. It had bee a full 6 years huh? Damn. Well that dosent matter now! He had his routine. Get up make coffee have food wake up Ames and try to not think about the past.*
*he knew what he wanted after he found his first target all that time ago. The parents of that little magical girl he found all those times ago. Heh. Funny. He wasn't sure why her old sidekick tried to make another hero and paint her as a traitor. Oh well hed be taken care of eventually.*
*now. Where is his girl? She needs to get ready for school! She has a big day! She's graduating! He couldn't be prouder!*
@donkeybro
You are a villain with a long-standing rivalry with the local Magical Girl. One day, you learn that the Magical Girl has been abandoned by her parents.
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The Doorless Cage - Seekers x reader (2)
đ” Tranformers (Post-Apocalyptic AU).
đ” The Decepticons have conquered Earth, leaving humanity in ruins.
đ”I'll try this for a bit. Remember: I'm not very good at it đ.
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Skywarp had always found patrols to be mind-numbingly dull. The ruined city sprawled out before him, a desolate wasteland devoid of lifeâexactly as they wanted it. Theyâd swept through this place more times than he could count, tearing down every last sign of resistance, yet still, Megatron insisted they make rounds, âin case anything survived.â
But Skywarp knew better. The humans were all but extinct, their brief, flickering rebellion snuffed out, leaving him, Thundercracker, and Starscream wandering empty streets with only the wind and rubble for company. Thundercracker trudged along somewhere behind him, too lost in thought to complain as he usually did. And Starscream was further ahead, stalking through the ruins with his optics cold and sharp.
Skywarp sighed, glancing down a dark alley, then at a broken tower across the street. His teleportation circuits hummed with potential energy, itching to be used for anything other than walking these streets. Part of him wanted to zap right back to base and tell Thundercracker and Starscream heâd âscoutedâ the rest of the city, but he knew that would only bring more boredom. And, of course, Starscream would berate him for leaving his post, and Skywarp wasnât in the mood for another lecture from his second-in-command.
Then, he heard itâa faint, barely-there sound, muffled and distant, but unmistakable.
Human.
It was like catching the scent of prey on the wind, and for a moment, Skywarpâs optics brightened with excitement. He slowed his steps, creeping closer to the soundâs sourceâa half-fallen building just across the street. A grin spread across his face, and his boredom evaporated. Maybe there was a human left to torment after all. With a bit of luck, he could finally have some fun.
Skywarp stopped just outside the building, letting his heavy footsteps echo against the cracked walls, then pausing as if he were about to enter. He listened for any reaction from inside, and sure enough, he heard a frantic rustling, followed by absolute silence. They knew he was there, and they were hiding.
Perfect.
With exaggerated slowness, he moved a few steps forward, then stopped again, allowing the suspense to build. He could only imagine the terror that must be coursing through the humanâs veins, the way theyâd be shrinking into the shadows, praying he wouldnât find them.
But Skywarp was done playing subtle.
With a resounding clang, he struck the wall, letting his servo drive through the structure and tear the roof off with a violent pull. Dust and debris flew into the air, and Skywarpâs optics zeroed in on the small figure crouched below, eyes wide with terror. The human screamed, and he grinned, reveling in the sound.
âWell, well, what do we have here?â he drawled, his optics gleaming. He reached down, massive fingers wrapped around the human body with brutal force. He lifted them off the ground, letting them wriggle in his grip as he gave them a rough squeeze, just enough to remind them of their fragility.
The human stilled, frozen in fear, and Skywarp chuckled, drawing them closer until they were at optic level.
âLooks like someoneâs been playing hide-and-seek,â he sneered. âToo bad for youâI always win, mouse."
Skywarpâs optic gleamed with cruel delight as he brought the tiny human up to his face, studying them with the kind of mocking curiosity one might show an insect caught in a jar. His grip was loose but deliberate, giving them enough room to wriggle and squirm, knowing that any attempt to break free was hopeless.
He tilted his hand back, causing the human to slip toward the edge of his fingers, a startled gasp escaping them as they scrambled to find a hold. Just as they were about to slip, he flattened his palm, catching them with a satisfied chuckle.
âAw, did you think youâd fall?â he sneered, lifting them to eye level. He twisted his wrist so they dangled precariously, just far enough from his fingers that theyâd have to struggle to keep their balance. The sheer terror in their eyes only amused him further, and he leaned in close, his voice a low, mocking whisper.
âOh, donât look so scared. I won't drop you......at least not now." He loosened his grip again, watching with twisted glee as they gripped his metal fingers in desperation, their breaths coming fast and shallow.
Skywarp found himself thoroughly entertained by the way they trembled, the faint spark of defiance in their eyes already waning as he continued his taunts. He nudged them with his thumb, pressing them back against his palm, ignoring their gasp of pain as he applied a bit more pressure.
As he toyed with his new prize, he heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, just as Starscream and Thundercracker appeared around the corner.
âWhat are you doing, Skywarp?â Starscreamâs voice was dripping with annoyance as he stalked up to them. His red optics narrowed, taking in the sight of the human in Skywarpâs grip. âI thought we were on patrol, not indulging your ridiculous whims.â
Skywarp merely smirked, holding up the human for them to see. âOh, lighten up, Starscream. Look what I foundâa little survivor. Thought weâd gotten rid of all of them, but I guess thereâs still a few stragglers.â
Starscreamâs gaze shifted to the trembling human,his face wrinkled. He lifted his arm, aiming his null ray at them. âThen letâs finish the job. I donât have time for your games.â
Skywarp rolled his optics, drawing the human back just out of range of Starscreamâs weapon. âWhereâs the fun in that? The cityâs already dead, so whatâs one little human running around? Think of it as entertainment. Itâll give us something to do.â
Starscream scoffed, crossing his arms. âAn amusement? Itâs a disgusting organic.â
Skywarp shrugged, his grip tightening on the human to keep them still. âMaybe, but it's better than walking around looking for nothing. Besides, itâs got a decent scream.â
Thundercracker sighed, casting a skeptical glance at the human. âMegatronâs not gonna be happy if he finds out weâre keeping a pet. Besides, I thought you hated organics.â
âEh, this oneâs different,â Skywarp glancing back at the human, who was clinging to his fingers, staring at him with a mixture of horror and disbelief. âI mean, look at them. Theyâre pathetic. If they try anything, I can justâŠsqueeze.ïżœïżœ He gave the human a light, taunting squeeze, chuckling as their face paled.
âBesides, if they become a problem, we can always crush them later. But for now, letâs see if they can last. Itâll be likeâŠa game.â Skywarp added, a gleam of mischief in his optics.
Thundercrackerâs optics narrowed, clearly unimpressed by Skywarpâs twisted idea of amusement. âA game?â he muttered, shaking his head. âYouâre playing with scraps from a dead world.â His voice held a hint of disdain, but under it lay a reluctant curiosity. âItâs just going to run, hide, and scream.â
Skywarp shrugged, still grinning as he dangled the human, watching them squirm. âExactly! Thatâs what makes it fun, Thundercracker. Itâs like⊠a pet with spirit,â he taunted, giving the human another playful shake. âOr at least, until they break. Theyâve got nothing left to lose, right?â He tilted his head, eyeing the humanâs wide, terrified eyes with twisted fascination. âWhy not see how long theyâll last?â
Starscream rolled his optics. âSkywarp, if youâre this bored, maybe I should assign you extra patrols.â He sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm
"Hey!"
âBut since you insist on this ridiculous game, I suppose it could be⊠mildly interesting to see just how long this one lasts.â He shot a disdainful look at the human. âSeeing it fall apart was quite a sight to behold.â
Thundercracker snorted âSince when did you get interested in playing with organic matter?â he muttered, though he didnât move to stop Skywarp. âTheyâre just a reminder of what this place used to beâa waste.â
Starscream huffed, optics narrowing as he scoffed at Thundercracker's objections. "Shut up! I never did." He replied. In a moment of consideration, he spoke up. "And is that a waste? Think of it as⊠a way to pass the time. After all, the planetâs dead. Might as well use the leftovers.â
Thundercracker sighed, looking away. âFine, but donât expect me to take part in this.â But there was still a glimmer of curiosity in his opticsâif unwilling to admit itâto see how long this human might survive under their âcare.â
Skywarp chuckled, clearly pleased with his trinematesâ grudging acceptance. âSee? Itâll be good for morale.â He leaned closer to the human, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. âCongratulationsâyou get to stay alive⊠for now. Better keep us entertained, though, or weâll get bored.â
âLetâs go,â Starscream ordered, turning to walk ahead. âIf we linger, Megatron will think weâre slacking off.â
As the three Seekers turned to leave, the human still firmly in Skywarpâs grip, Starscreamâs voice cut through the quiet. âRemember, Skywarp: this is your little âpet.â If they become a nuisance, itâs on you to clean up the mess.â But his smirk revealed that he, too, was already looking forward to the twisted amusement their new âpetâ might bring.
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Skywarp is fun, right?
"I can justâŠsqueeze." đ€«
#transformers x reader#starscream x reader#Skywarp x reader#thundercracker x reader#transformers starscream#transformers thundercraker#transformers skywarp
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Astarion was not a "corrupt" magistrate.
Hello again. Just more opinion about my favorite battle buddy. Warning, trigger words in use. Game spoilers.
It's not quite set in stone that Astarion really was a magistrate, but we are going to go with the idea he was for this thought pocket. Also this is just game as it is now info use.
I don't believe he was corrupt magistrate. There were a few things in the game that called that out, but one in particular really set it in stone for me.
His response to the Ansur lair puzzle regarding justice.
Astarion: âMercy?! Please. Justice should be a harsh lesson. All the better to deter the next vagabond.â
This makes me think he was a bit of a hard ass as a magistrate, but not corrupt. Had he been dealing dirty in the background I really feel like this answer would have been more dismissive or flippant. But he is pretty intent that this is his stance. Very, iv said this a thousand times, type feel.
I think, he was more of a by the book, law is law type. You murder and rape you swing from the gallows. You steal from a shop keeper, you do time. Period.
My theory is, he got beat up because he wasn't lenient with a member of the Gur that was on trial.
"Leniency?! You have been found guilty of negligence resulting in the death of a innocent! You are owed nothing!"
Could you hear it?
"But he talks about being hedonistic and indulgent all the time. "
Yes, but most patriar level citizens were spoiled entitled brats that did what they desired. Have you talked to some of them in the upper city? Yeeesh.
Was he arrogant? Most likely. Prejudice? Obviously (insert gnomes here). But being a haughty jerk does not make one evil.
Sex, nudity, orgies, parties, over indulging etc are not taboo in Faerun. If everybody is consenting to be being naked in a fountain, hopefully in a private villa garden, its not a crime. He talks about that like its a memory, but I like to think his wine drunk giggly ass was actually in that fountain.
If you want to have a little rabbit hole fun, break down the name. Faerun = Fae Run = Run by the Fae. And last I checked, fairies were always down for some naked in the water time. I mean, come on, you can go to pound town with a bear. (No offence, Halsin.) You think they are going to draw the line at how may wieners you can have in the same pot? I think not.
I think the criminal behavior came after he was turned. Cazador may have been targeting him, but not because they were involved. But maybe due to him looking like his old master Vellioth? And he took advantage of a situation. Who knows, lots of ideas there.
"But he's always getting onto Tav for doing the "right" thing."
Yup, Tav is being too trusting and getting too involved with other peoples problems. Why is this an issue for Astarion? Kindness was what got him entombed for a year. He cared about that sweet mans life and was severally punished for it. Its akin to being mauled by a dog and then watching people just reach out a pet every one they see. The anxiety of that attack is still there and it paints every encounter with its opinion. Danger.
"He's not smart enough."
Oh I bet he is. You can be whip smart at a subject and socially akward at the same time. I'm very good at my job. I know it inside and out and can give you any detail, rule, configuration at the drop of a hat in the most professional and proficient way possible. But ask me to be eloquent in a social situation? HA! You are better off asking a rock to fart. Unrelated.
"But he wants to ascend, and that's evil."
That is more about who is is after years of torment and abuse. Not before.
I think the rogue role was adopted to stay alive while hunting. And what a gods awful fate to be turned into the thing you hated the most. A criminal.
I'm sure Caz was real tickled by that. Expletive Adjective.
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rhythm & heat
summary: you and nicholas are co-stars in a fun and innocent PR relationship, the chemistry was already there so it just feels natural but something shifts when you, him and cast go out.
type: fem! reader x nicholas (i tried add some of Nicholasâ POV per my friendâs suggestion, itâll be in red to stand out)
tags/warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (m! receiving), unprotected sex (wrap your willy yall) and creampie
authorâs note: iâm having sooooo much fun writing again so thanks to everyone whoâs been encouraging me to do it. i used to write in college and now that im 27 (almost 28 in january) itâs good to get back into it. i wanted to do something while im working on slow burn pt. 3 so i hope yall like it!!!!
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The bass pulsed through the club, sending ripples of heat and sound through the packed dance floor. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting an electric glow over the scene as bodies moved in sync with the music. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made everyone buzz with energy, like something wild could happen at any moment.
You and your co-star, Nicholas Chavez, were out celebrating the wrap of the second seasonâa well-deserved break after months of filming. The first season had been a hit, with fans and critics alike praising your performances and the chemistry you brought to your characters. And of course, that chemistry hadnât gone unnoticed. Rumors about the two of you had been swirling since the first season, with fans speculating about what might be going on off-camera.
And they werenât completely off. Your and Nicholasâs teams had decided that hinting at a romance would be the perfect, harmless way to build buzz for the next season. You werenât usually one for gimmicks, but you both thought itâd be fun, and honestly, with the chemistry you two shared on screen, the idea didnât feel far-fetched. Playing at âdatingâ off-screen just felt natural.
There were moments on set where the boundary between acting and reality seemed to blur. In one particularly intense scene, you and Nicholasâs character finished having sex and his hands roamed in a way that made sense for the character but caught you off guard, you leaned in to commit to the scene but you remember leaving the set that day with your heart fluttering.
Off set, at interviews and press events, the playful banter you shared made the rumors almost impossible to deny. During one red carpet appearance, when a reporter asked what Nicholas liked best about working with you, he leaned close and, in a low voice, said, âShe makes me forget weâre acting.â The reporters loved it, and you could feel your cheeks warm under the spotlight.
Even your off-duty moments seemed to fuel the rumors. You remembered the night you and Nicholas went to see Sabrina Carpenter in concert and to avoid the crowds, you were escorted through hidden elevators in the arena. One of the elevators was especially small, so when you were pushed inside with security guards and crew, space was tight. Somehow, you ended up in the back corner, pressed chest to chest with Nicholas, his arm slipping around your waist to pull you closer.
When you joked about it later, he laughed, claiming he was just âmaking roomâ for everyone. But you couldnât ignore the way his hand lingered at your waist during the two-minute rideâor how, when you shifted to get more comfortable, you felt his hardness through his jeans.
There were countless other moments and with another press run coming up, it just felt like you were still both âin characterâ all the time but for tonight, you just wanted to dance, let loose, and get ready for another thrilling media cycle. You, Nicholas and a few costars decided to go out to a boiler room club in the city. None of you had planned on playing into the rumors tonight, but as the crowd grew, Nicholas slipped into âboyfriendâ mode without a second thought. His hand found your waist, guiding you through the crowd; he held your hand, lingered close, and let his touches drift to intimate places whenever you danced or laughed together.
The night felt electric. Drinks flowed freely, adding a warm edge to the pulsing bass that reverberated through the walls and floor. Your group had claimed a private section overlooking the dance floor, with a perfect view of the swirling neon lights below. Fans would catch glimpses of you and the cast, looking up with wide smiles, waving, and cheering to show their love. Some even made heart shapes with their hands or mouthed âWe love youâ as they danced. Every now and then, Nicholas would slide his arm around your waist, pulling you close for a quick fan photo or to lean in as he spoke over the music, his breath grazing your ear.
Nicholas could hardly keep his eyes off you. Even in the chaos of the club, you stood outâlike a spark in the dark, drawing him in. The energy around you, the way you moved, the way you threw back your head to laugh at something your friend said⊠it made his chest feel tight. Heâd been watching you for a while now, unable to shake the feeling that tonight was different.
At first, it was all casual, harmless fun. But as the night wore on and the drinks kept coming, you couldnât help but notice a shift. Nicholasâs touches lingered a little longer, his fingers resting at your waist even when the picture was done or the conversation had shifted. The way he looked at you changed tooâhis gaze softened, his words slower, and his attention focused entirely on you, despite the crowd around you both.
When the group began to dance, he stayed close, his hand brushing yours, fingers grazing along your arm, almost as if testing the waters. As the music thumped, he moved nearer, his chest pressing lightly against your back, his hand slipping down to rest at your hip. Every touch, every shared laugh, felt charged, and you could feel the tension building in each small gesture. Youâd been close to him before, but this was differentâthe alcohol, the music, the night itself seemed to bring out something more raw.
His thoughts became a blur of want, fueled by the subtle way your lips parted as you looked up at him. The pull was irresistible, drawing him closer as he traced his fingers along the small of your back, letting his thumb graze your hip in a possessive but tender gesture. He was intoxicated, not just by the alcohol but by you, by the way you felt so effortlessly right in his arms.
As you danced, his heartbeat quickened, his breaths shallow and erratic. He wondered if you knew what you were doing to himâhow just being close to you made it feel impossible to think straight. Every touch, every whisper, was like fuel to a fire that had been smoldering since the moment heâd met you. He couldn't ignore it any longer, the way youâd somehow slipped beneath his skin. He wanted all of youâthe quick wit, the mischievous grin, the soft vulnerability he saw in your eyes in quieter moments on set. And tonight, he wanted you in a way that left no room for pretense or careful boundaries.
You two were dancing face to face, the music vibrating through your chest as you moved in sync. Nicholas leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a jolt of heat through your body. His voice was low and smooth, a touch playful, as he whispered, âHowâs my girl feeling tonight?â
His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you in closer, pressing your bodies together as if there was any space left between you two. You could feel the solid muscle of his chest against yours, the strength in his arms as they wrapped around you, grounding you in the moment. The heat of his touch lingered where his fingers gently grazed the curve of your waist, sending a wave of electricity through your skin.
You were attracted to Nicholas, no doubt about it. Up close, he was all intense, striking features that seemed made for this low, pulsing light. His deep-set brown eyes held a mischievous spark, the kind that always kept you guessing and a little on edge, even when the cameras werenât rolling. His jawline was sharp, almost sculpted, and as he looked down at you, the soft stubble along it caught the neon glow, adding an edge to his otherwise boyish charm.
As you looked up, his tousled dark hair fell a bit across his forehead, framing his face in a way that softened his piercing gaze. His lips, full and inviting, curled into a subtle smirk as he looked at you, as though he knew exactly what kind of effect he had. You felt his fingers shift at your waist, his thumb tracing small, almost hypnotic circles against your hip, bringing a flush to your skin.
Despite the undeniable attraction, you hesitated to lean into whatever Nicholas was offering. Playing ârelationshipâ was fun, but you knew getting involved with a co-star was a risky move. You flashed him a playful smirk, your voice teasing as you responded, âYour co-star is doing fine.â You took a small step back, creating just enough space to break the intensity between you two. But it wasnât enough to stop the flirtationâyou secretly hoped heâd pull you right back in.
He wasnât having any of it. âStop playing with me,â Nicholas groaned, his voice taking on that low, almost dangerous tone you couldnât ignore. He leaned back down, his face just inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. âYou know I want you.â
His words sent a thrill coursing through you, the heat of his breath making your pulse race. Despite the hesitation, you could feel your body betraying you, urging you to close the space between you two again. His head lingered by your ear, his lips brushing against your skin, just barely a touch, sending a spark through you. Before you could pull back, his lips grazed the sensitive spot near your neck, planting soft, lingering âinnocentâ kisses.
The kisses were feather-light, almost teasing, yet each one felt like a jolt of electricity. They were gentle but purposeful, just enough to make your knees weaken and your womanhood tremble. His closeness, the warmth of his skin against yours, was intoxicating, and with every soft kiss, you found yourself craving more.
With a few sharp breaths and low moans, he knew he had you. The sound of his name on your lips, barely above a whisper, was all the confirmation he needed. You tilted your head to the side, offering him your neck, giving him full access to your skin. His hands, on your waist, pulling you even closer, his body flush against yours.
He didnât hold back. His lips moved with confidence now, kissing the delicate curve of your neck with more urgency. Each kiss was deeper and more insistent, the pressure of his mouth leaving a trail of heat and need in its wake. His tongue darted out, tracing the sensitive skin beneath your ear, sending a shiver of desire straight through your body.
You could feel him smiling against your skin, sensing the way your body responded to his touchâhow you instinctively leaned into him, drawn to the heat between you. His hands, bold and sure, roamed lower, the pads of his fingers grazing the curve of your back, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. The sensation was soft at first but quickly turned more intense, his touch growing bolder, more confident with each passing second. Every moment between you two felt like a slow burn, the anticipation building as his lips trailed over the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
Then, when he shifted, you felt itâhis hardness brushing against your thigh. The contact sent a wave of heat straight through you, an electric shock that heightened every nerve in your body. It was enough to make your pulse race, enough to make you realize how much you wanted him in that moment.
Without thinking, you reached down, your fingers gently grazing over the fabric of his pants, feeling the outline of him. The pressure of his body against yours, the growing heat between you two, made you want moreâmade you want to make him feel just as desperate for you as you felt for him.
You could feel the quickening of his breath, the way his chest rose and fell against yours. A low groan rumbled from his throat as you continued to trace his length, every brush of your fingers sending a thrill through both of you. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer, as though he couldnât get enough of you either.
Without another moment passing, Nicholas grabbed your hand, his fingers tight around yours, pulling you through the crowded space. He moved with purpose, guiding you down the secret hallway the cast used to get into the club, away from the prying eyes and flashing lights. Each step seemed to quicken the pulse between you, the anticipation building with every turn. You felt his grip firm on your hand, but also the heat radiating off him, as though he couldn't wait any longer.
With just a few more steps, you found yourselves in the private dead-end hallway. It was dim, secludedâperfectly private. Before you could process what was happening, Nicholas had you pressed up against the cold wall, his body pinning you in place. The urgency in his movements left no room for hesitation as he slammed his lips onto yours, the kiss fierce, demanding. His mouth claimed yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, lips moving against each other as if he couldnât get enough.
His hands werenât idle either. One moved to your waist, gripping you tightly as if to keep you exactly where he wanted you, while the other traveled lower, finding its way to the waistband of your panties. His touch was deliberate and heated, and in an instant, his hand slipped beneath the fabric. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin just above them, the contact sending a shock of heat straight through you.
You gasped into his mouth, the electricity of his touch overwhelming, making every part of you ache for more. His fingers continued to tease, moving with slow, deliberate pressure, testing the limits of your restraint. He continued to rub and massage your sweet spot while you moaned and squirmed against his kiss. He pulled away just enough to watch you under his power.
From his vantage, you were a visionâutterly captivating in every response. He loved the way your eyes fluttered closed, only to open halfway, trying to find his gaze but faltering under the intense pleasure he was giving you. The way your teeth sank into your lip, trying to hold back the sounds you couldnât suppress, only spurred him on. Each flick of his fingers brought a fresh wave of moans and whines, soft and breathy, laced with his name in barely-contained pleas. Hearing you beg him to take things further, to lose himself with you completely, made him feel invincible. He knew he had you right where he wanted, and he was savoring every moment.
You planted one last, deep kiss on his lips before sinking to your knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact. Nicholasâ gaze darkened, his breath catching slightly as he watched you with a mixture of anticipation and hunger. Your hands moved with urgency, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, your fingers grazing over the heat radiating from his body. As you freed him, he let out a soft groan, his gaze fixed on you, filled with both awe and impatience.
His hands instinctively found their way to your hair, tangling in it gently as you looked up at him, the connection between you electric and unspoken. The way he was watching youâintense, with a mix of excitement and restraintâmade your pulse race. His pupils were dilated, his breathing uneven, and you could see the anticipation building in his expression as he waited, every part of him attuned to your next move.
As you leaned closer, he tightened his grip, his fingers brushing against your scalp, guiding you but letting you set the pace. You started slow, savoring every moment, every reaction, feeling his muscles tense and hearing his breaths turn to low, needy moans. His chest rose and fell heavily as he fought to keep control, his head tilting back slightly as he surrendered to your touch, murmuring your name in a rough, breathy tone that only made you want him more.
Every time you paused to swirl your tongue around his tip, Nicholas' whole body tensed, his breathing turning shallow as he let out a low, drawn-out hiss. The sound of your name on his lips, mixed with whispered curses, filled the air. He couldnât help himself, alternating between breathless moans and deep, husky praises. âGod, youâre such a good girl,â he murmured, his voice filled with a raw, admiring intensity. âYou look so beautiful taking me like this.â
With each word, his grip in your hair tightened just enough to keep you where he wanted. His hands were steady, yet you could feel the slight tremor in his fingers as his need for you grew. Finally, he held your head in both hands, his gaze locked on yours, guiding you with a slow, deliberate motion. He pushed himself deeper, filling your mouth as his hips rocked in rhythm, pressing him to the back of your throat. The sounds escaping him were desperate yet controlled, each ragged breath carrying his satisfaction.
âLook at me, baby,â he whispered, his voice dropping to a breathy, gruff murmur, thick with desire. âLet me see those pretty eyes.â His gaze was commanding yet filled with an undeniable admiration, and as you met his eyes, he let out a deep, shuddering breath, fully captivated by the sight of you. The connection between you was intense, wordlessly conveying his appreciation for everything you were giving him, every shiver and sigh pulling him closer to the edge.
Your throat tightened slightly as you tried to take all of him, a small gag escaping despite your best efforts. Nicholas chuckled softly, a low, satisfied sound, and his hand moved to gently tap your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a subtle affection that made your heart race. âThatâs my girl,â he murmured, pride evident in his tone.
His hands slid down to your shoulders, pulling you up to meet him, and the moment your lips touched, he captured you in a deep, consuming kiss. It was passionate, full of hunger and appreciation, and he groaned against your mouth, relishing in the taste of you. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with a soft, smoldering intensity. âYou did so good, baby,â he whispered, his voice rough yet tender. âYou looked so perfect, taking me in⊠just like I always knew you could.â
Each word sent a wave of warmth through you, and his hands stayed on your hips, grounding you, his gaze never straying from yours. He ran a thumb over your bottom lip, still swollen from your efforts, his gaze filled with both desire and genuine admiration as he traced your features, savoring every moment and every breath shared between you.
Nicholas could feel the anticipation radiating off you, your body responding to his every touch and move. He knew just how much you wanted him, and he wanted to give you everything you craved. With deliberate slowness, he turned you around, pressing you gently forward. His hands slid up your thighs as he lifted the hem of your dress, savoring the soft, heated skin beneath. In one fluid motion, he pulled down your panties, his lips still trailing along your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses that made your breath quicken. He groaned into your ear, his voice low and thick with desire, reveling in the way your back arched, your body silently pleading for more.
âI wanna make you feel so good,â he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His hands roamed over your hips as he positioned himself behind you, letting his tip trace over your folds, teasing you until you were trembling in his grasp. The first sensation of him entering you made your breath catch, a shudder running through both of you as he filled you, slow and deep. You instinctively moved in sync, bodies finding a perfect rhythm, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you.
Nicholas buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in rough, heated gasps as he lost himself in the moment, savoring every pulse and movement of your body against his. You reached back, threading your fingers into his hair, giving it a gentle tug, and he let out a breathless whimperâa sound that only made you ache for him more. His need to be in control fueled you, but there was something thrilling in the way he let you pull him back, every now and then, giving you the slightest taste of control.
You guided one of his hands from your hip, pressing it down between your legs. He understood immediately, his fingers finding and massaging that sensitive spot, adding another layer of intensity to your connection. He quickly obliged, his touch skilled and deliberate, and you felt yourself unraveling under the dual sensations, every nerve heightened, every thought fading into pure, unfiltered bliss.
Nicholasâs pace quickened, and with every movement, he brought an intensity that made you lose yourself further with each second. His hands roamed your body, seeking out every place that could make you unravel under his touch. One moment heâd slap your ass, and in the next, his fingers wrapped around your neck, adding a delicious pressure that only heightened the sensations. He reached between your legs, his fingers brushing against your heat, before gently tilting your head, exposing more of your neck so he could plant hungry, open-mouthed kisses there. The air around you both grew hotter, more electric, and you could feel that familiar pressure building, bringing you both to the brink.
He leaned into your ear, his voice thick with need, a hint of desperation woven into it. âI want to cum for you, baby,â he breathed. âTell me how bad you want it.â
Your voice came out in a shaky whisper, overcome by the sensations he was giving you. âLetâs do it together. Iâm so close,â you pleaded, feeling yourself hovering right at the edge. His thrusts stayed steady but powerful, his head buried against your neck, breaths hitching and moans deepening. His grip on your hips tightened, guiding your body to match his rhythm perfectly, every stroke hitting deeper, more intense.
Nicholas, always the performer, could feel just how close you were, but he wanted to hear it. His voice was a low, teasing growl. âTell me how much you want me, baby,â he commanded. âTell me how good this feels⊠tell me who you belong to.â With each demand, his movements became more forceful, every stroke making you lose control a bit more.
He was close too, a raw intensity filling each thrust, and just before the finish, he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to make sure he felt every shudder of your response.
âAre you ready, baby?â he gasped, his tone shaky as he was right on the edge. You tried to say his name, but the feeling was so intense, it came out as a breathless, pleading sound. You nodded, barely able to form words as your body responded, every nerve lit up as you both finally reached your climax.
As he spilled into you, the sensation sent waves of warmth through your entire body, making you moan out, your voice just barely above a whisper but full of satisfaction. Your body shuddered, every nerve still singing from the overwhelming release.
Even as you tried to catch your breath, he gave you a few more slow, teasing thrusts, drawing out every last tremor until you were completely undone. Each lingering movement kept you in the moment, his body still pressed firmly against yours, leaving you weak and trembling beneath him.
A satisfied smirk played across his lips as he felt you react, your legs shaking as his hands traveled slowly up your sides, grounding you through the aftershocks. He murmured in your ear, his voice low and full of pride, "Youâre so fucking hot when you cum...just like I always imagined" His fingers traced gentle circles along your waist, savoring how soft you felt under his touch.
With a final, breathless sigh, you turned to face him, pressing your forehead to his as he caught his breath, his thumb grazing softly over your cheek.You both stayed like that, basking in the warmth between you, as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, leaving soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, his way of savoring every last moment.
#lavender baby#nicholas chavez#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas x reader#nicholas chavez x y/n#nicholas chavez smut#nicholas chavez fanfiction#nicholas chavez fic#bc i 10000000% think heâd be into public stuff
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Apparently I'm going to spend new years eve in a freezing medieval town with my two best friends (we did a poll and it defeated fucking barcelona), but it will be my first new year party out of the house since the pandemic so bring it own.
#probably my body is not ready for the brutal winter of the interior#I'm getting too coddled living next to the beach#time to found out what kind of fun is there to have in a city which peaked in the 1500's#really looking forward to the Greco's though#forestal ramblings
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Yandere Genshin Men With An Escaped Darling
Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)
This took me so much longer than what I have planned. I had much fun writing this:) if you have any yandere scenario requests feel free to send me an ask<3 (I most likely wonât include every single character). (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).
Masterlist
Warnings: violence, murder, imprisonment, manipulation, drugging, female reader
Word count: 9664
Albedo
The icy wind whipped against your cheeks. Snow clouded your vision. The tree branches waved in the wind and grasped at your clothes. You hissed as a thorn ripped your fabric, causing you to bleed.
As you ran down the mountain you glanced over your shoulder at every given moment.
A clearing caught your eye. Finally you could breathe out. You leans against a large tree. You needed to cover your wound. You rummaged through your pockets and to your joy you found a small scarf. The thin woven scarf was gifted to you by Klee, Albedoâs younger sister. The little girl was so proud when she gave you the scarf and wanted you to wear it all the time. Sadness filled your being at the thought of ruining the pink scarf, but your arm was more important. You bound your wound tightly with the scarf. One of the things he had thought you.
âI told you to stay inside the cabinâ his voice echoed.
You froze. You prayed to the archons that it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
âThis mountain is dangerous. You have no way of defending yourselfâ his voice soft.
You turned your head. Your eyes met his ice blue ones. They were cold, just like the icy mountain.
âLetâs go homeâ he walked towards you with quick steps. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. âYou are better off home, with me. I will keep you safeâ his arms tightened around your form.
Alhaitham
The scribe had given you freedom. Which allowed you to freely roam the Akademiya. While Alhaitham was preoccupied in his office, you explored the university. Within a couple of months you had made friends with a couple of the students. You never told them you situation with the grey haired scholar, but they all knew that you lived together.
You had spent a lot of time plotting your escape. After all escaping the scribe was no easy task. The House of Daena was empty and quiet. The small bag you had hoisted over your shoulder filled with only the necessities. Your hands was shaking as you pushed down the door handle to a back door. The sunlight blinded you as the door opened.
You hurried down the path from the Akademiya. Your flats clicking against the cobblestone. You had to get out from Sumeru City and seek refuge in a remote town. It was risk, sure, but it was your only hope.
After an hour or so you had made your way to a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It wasnât the ideal place, but it was your only option for the night. You was so kindly offered the spare bed by a lovely elderly woman. She didnât ask why you looked over your shoulder every minute and that you were thankful for.
You packed your things and thanked the older woman for her kindness and went on your way.
After hours on the road your legs felt like jelly. You stopped by a abandoned house and rested on the little bench by the overgrown vegetable garden.
You woke up by the sounds of footsteps coming your way. A shadow blocked the sun.
âI must say you have slightly developed, but unfortunately you are still as predictable as everâ Alhaitham shook his head. âThe elderly woman you slept at told me everything as soon as I explained the situationâ his lips widened into a grin. âShe thanked my for looking after such a helpless woman such as yourself.â
Strong arms picked you up and held you tight against his strong chest. âLetâs go homeâ.
Ayato
Ayato was a sly man. With his white clothing he looked like an angel, but that was far from the truth. You had many times heard him command the Shuumatsuban to get rid of the clanâs enemies. You knew the katana that rested by his hip when he was out on public duties, had slaughtered many.
You were afraid. Not only by him in himself, but afraid of his power and actions. Thatâs why you climbed over the tall walls that shielded the Kamisato residence from the outside world. Your ankles buckled under you as you landed and you whimpered out in pain. After you had collected yourself, you made a run for it. The ninjaâs that were stationed around the estate had without doubt already spotted you. You hoped that they went to report to Ayato instead of chasing you down.
The way down to the beach was rocky and dangerous. Like a wild goat you quickly made your way down thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through your veins. The old rowboat was in the same stop just as you had recalled from an evening stroll with Ayaka along the beach. To your luck the two paddles were still there. You pushed the boat with all your might to the shore. The saltwater cold against your bare feet.
The swish of an arrow stopped you in your tracks. You looked down and saw it sticking out from the side of the boat. The hole was not that big, but it would cause your boat to leak in enough water for it to sink before you had made it to safety.
âSeize her!â a Shuumatsuban with high standing ordered.
A man with his face covered dragged you away from your boat and bound your wrists behind your back.
When you looked up at the cliff you saw Ayato looking down at you. He made his way down slowly and dread filled your veins.
He stopped in front of you and lifted your chin with a finger. âDid you have fun?â he leaned his face closer, his breath fanning your face. âDo not forget that I have eyes and ears everywhereâ.
âNow letâs get you home. I will make sure you wonât slip through my fingers again. Though I must say your little attempt humoured meâ
Baizhu
Tricking the little zombie girl made you feel horrible, but it was your only ticket to freedom. The green haired doctor had feed you herbs that made you weak and depended on his care. You had seen the label on the little bottle containing the medicine. So when he was out researching some herbs, you went through all the medical books he had in his libraries in search of the antidote. After much time and countless books you finally figured out the antidote.
You talked to Qiqi alone when Baizhu was busy treating a patient. You explained that he needed some herbs and told her that she had to deliver them to you and not her guardian. After some convincing she agreed. You crossed your fingers that she would remember and not slip up.
To your joy Qiqi had indeed remembered. The herbs tasted awful, but it was a small price to pay. It didnât take long before you felt the medicine Baizhu had given you wear of. When he came to check up on you, you pretended that you were still weak. You asked him to go get some more medicine and he did as you said. When the green haired man left, you quickly tried to pry the window open. It was slightly jammed, but with your new strength you managed. Finally you had escaped the snakeâs nest.
Your feet moved fast as you ran down the many stairs. You had to turn Baizhu to the authorities for his crimes. Just as you had made it down the stairs you bumped into someone. You didnât need to look up to understand who it was.
âYou will catch a cold running around like thatâ his voice cold as ice. His fingers lifted up your chin. âTricking Qiqi really was a low move. That poor child was absolutely devastated to come home to an empty house. As for me I must say I am deeply disappointed. I have made it very clear that you will not manage without me.â
His lips curled up into a soft smile. âLetâs go home my darling. I will make some tea.â
Capitano
The first Harbinger was worshipped throughout the whole snowy nation. His underlings held great respect for him. He could be cruel and bloodthirsty, but to you he had a soft spot for.
Boots hammered against the ice ground. You knew you wouldnât be able to run away from them, but you would not give up so easily.
As you made your way through the thick pine forest you started to regret your decision, but it was too late. As you came to the end of the forest you were surrounded by soldiers. Their spears raised towards you, stopping you in your tracks.
The sound of hooves reached your ears. The soldiers parted and bowed deep. On a tall black horse sat Capitano. Even with his face hidden by his black helmet, you could feel his intense gaze.
The stallion came to a halt and his rider dismounted. The snow crunched underneath his heels as he made his way towards you. His height towering over your trembling form. âYou are all dismissedâ he barked out. The soldiers bowed before they marched down the hill.
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. The ice cold wind howling against the tree tops. The dark haired man finally spoke âYou broke my trust. Criminals deserve to be punished.â
With a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder and held you in place with his arm. He mounted his horse and squeezed his heels against the animalâs flank.
The Harbingerâs hold on you was tight and as suffocating as his presence. As you watched the landscape blur together you realised that you would never escape him.
Childe
The sound of childrenâs laughter could be heard in the distance. The small fishing village Ajaxâs family resides in was remote. The river that ran across it ice cold and filled to the brim with fish. You crept as quickly as you could between the trees that surround the village. To your dismay Childeâs childhood home was just by the border which meant that the red head knew the woods like the back of his hand.
You winced as you heard Teucer calling out for his brother. The little child had noticed your disappearance.
You picked up your speed and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was difficult with the heavy snow, but you had to keep going.
A flash of red stopped you in your tracks. You quickly hid behind a rock and held your breath.
âItâs not nice to run awayâ a chirpy voice said. Childe.
Of course he found you. It was only a matter of time. His soft laughter rang throughout the woods. He was close. Too close.
Suddenly he jumped onto the rock you had hidden behind. You yelped and backed away. He grinned as he looked down on you. His eyes wide and crazed. âIf you wanted to play hide and seek why didnât you just say so?â he laughed. His laughter chilling.
He jumped down and landed just a few centimetres from your legs. He bent down and dragged you to your feet. âTeucer, Tonia and Anthon are all waiting for you back home. You wouldnât want to disappoint them would you?â he tilted his head and faked a sad expression.
He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. âWhen we get home after our visit here, I will never let you leave my side. Is that understood?â his voice low. He chuckled as he pulled back to study your expression. âThat frightened look of yours is really something. Makes me wanna eat you upâ he kissed your cheek. âDonât make me lose my cool, okay?â
Cyno
The sun was bright and high. The heat was unbearable and you regretted not seeking shade. The sand danced across the dune as the wind gave you some mercy from the heat.
In front off you on the scorching sand laid the lifeless bodies of the eremites that had helped you with your escape from the general. Blood coloured the sand red and the ruins surrounding you were splattered in red. The metallic sand made you dizzy.
Cyno stood before the bodies with his back turned to you. His white hair was coated in red. His strong muscles made him look like a god as he stood there with his bloodied spear. He turned to you. His face blank.
âI am sorry you had to see thatâ his expression apologetic.
He planted the spear in the ground and walked towards you slowly like he was afraid of scaring you. He squatted down so that he was on your eye level. You pulled your legs towards you as much as you could.
âWhy did you run away?â
You only stared at him with big eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His head piece long discarded. âThe desert is a dangerous place. You have no idea how scared I was when I noticed your disappearanceâ his eyes sad. âWhen I saw you among those eremites⊠I have never felt such anger. I had no choice but to eliminate them. Those who try to take you away from me deserves punishment. I did the right thing with ridding the world of such peopleâ his hands was trembling in anger.
âI will make sure no one tries to take you away from me again. I will always be by your sideâ he kissed your tears away with a soft smile.
Dainsleif
Dainsleif had long lost his sanity. At least when it came to you. That much was clear.
You had just managed to escape him while he slept. The ruin you had chosen for your resting place for the night was eerie quite. Even the monsters were gone. You would have found it weird had you not been on the run. You manoeuvred through the dark ruins as fast as you could. After a while you made it out.
Your relived expression fell as you took in your surroundings. The monsters you had disappeared were now standing in front of you. You slowly backed away as you thought up an escaped plan. Just as you were about to make a run for it, dark blue power lit up the area in front of you. With movements faster then what your eyes could see, the monsters were slain.
The blond traveler looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. He flicked off the blood that coated his blade as he made his way towards you.
âI expected more from you. To believe you so ignorantly took the bait is truly disappointingâ he shook his head. âBut on the plus side, I have now proved to you that you will never make it without me. Let me be your protector. Let me take care of youâ he kneeled in front of you as he took your small hand in his and kissed it gently.
You could only cry silent as the Twilight Sword led you inside the ruins. Dainsleif was a man of his word and you knew very well that he would never break his promise to himself.
Diluc
The winery was a beautiful place. When you first arrived you thought it looked like something straight out from a fairytale. You could not be more wrong as you soon learned.
Diluc was a desperate man. He had tricked himself into believing he was your saviour and he would do anything in order to protect you. If he had to kill someone in order to do so he would not bat an eye.
You had escaped through the cellar door and out the cellar window. You had been unsure if you fitted through the window, but to your surprise you fitted like a glove. The moon casted a pale light against the manor and it made you pause in your steps by its beauty.
The stables were empty just as you had expected. You tacked up the chestnut mare Diluc had gifted you. You kissed her forehead as you collected yourself. He would come after you.
As the mare galloped through the dense forest you could hear the distant shouts from Diluc. You gritted your teeth as you made your horse run faster.
Just as you thought you had made it, you heard the dreaded screams of his hawk. You had lost.
Your eyes were heavy as you slowly gained consciousness. You were tied to the desk chair inside his bedroom. Your bindings was of the finest red silk. You shivered at the similarities between you and a neatly wrapped present. In front of you were a highly distressed red haired man. He was walking back and forth, muttering something to himself.
âHow could I be so careless as to not look better after her⊠I am a foolâ he hissed to himself.
After a few minutes he stopped and turned to you. His expression softened as he cupped your face. âI apologise for the bindings, but it is necessary. You could be hurt you know?â his voice soft, but serious. âI will never let any harm happen to you. Ever.â
Dottore
The doctorâs blood red eyes always sent shivers down your spine. Even though he was human, he seemed like anything but. His embraces felt like a cage and his sweet words like poison. It didnât take you long to understand why he was the most feared man in the entirety of Teyvat.
Dottore held you within his estate and refused to let you leave. Heavily armed guards guarded your chambers. You had tried to convince them to let you go and the next day you were delivered their served head on a platter. Dottore was cruel that much was obvious.
You knew you could never outsmart Dottore. He was one of the smartest beings on the plant and he never pretended not to be. If you couldnât trick Dottore, you would trick the servants.
The long hallways in Dottoreâs mansion were dark and empty. You sneaked through the manor as quietly as possible. With the key you had stolen clutched in your hand you made your way to the garden door. You twisted the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. Cold air filled your lungs. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the snow filled landscape.
Your freedom was however short lived.
âIf you take a step outside of that door I will behead this womanâ a deep voice reached your ears.
You froze and slowly turned. There in the doorway stood the Harbinger. His raven-like mask were nowhere to be found. His hand was wrapped around the neck of the maid who you had stolen the key from. Her face was filled with fear and she looked at you pleadingly.
As much as you longed for freedom, you could not bear to have the blood from someone else on your hands. You walked back in and locked the door with a lowered head. You placed the key in Dottoreâs waiting hand.
He slipped the key onto his pocket with a smile. âGood girl.â
âHoweverâŠ. I cannot let such an action go unpunishedâ he tck-ed. He threw the maid across the room. Her back hit the wall with a loud thud.
âI have given you all a specific rule you all must follow. I have made what would happen if you would ever break it quite clear, have I not?â his voice as cold as the unforgiving landscape that surrounded the estate. The maid muttered a âyes lord Harbingerâ.
The blue haired man scoffed and turned to you. âI suppose I should teach you a lessonâ his eyes held nothing but cold determination.
With three long strides he stopped in front of the maid. Her eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a sharp and sleek scalpel and slight her throat in a precise motion. âYou deserve much more suffering, but I donât want me darling to be witness to that so this would have to doâ he sneered at the maid as she gurgled on her own blood.
He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands on his pants. âLetâs get you back to your chambers shall we.â
He snaked his arm around your waist and led you out of the hallway. âI trust that you will stop your escape attempts and accept that you belong here with meâ his voice smooth like honey.
Gorou
The general of the resistance was a generous man. He always looked after his soldiers and treated them with respect and you were no different. He loved you with his entire being, that much was certain.
He never brought you to the frontlines. You were to stay at the base with a few trusted soldiers that looked after you. They all knew about your situation, but no one cared. They all were just glad that the general had someone who brought him comfort through the tough times.
As the soldiers exchanged posts you were able to sneak out of the cabin. You did not get far before a certain brunette had tracked you down.
His big cerulean eyes wide as his whole body tensed. âWhy are you out here?â his big eyes not blinking once. His ears alert.
âYou didnât try to leave right? It must be something else? Right?â his voice raised. His fangs visible as he sneered.
He gripped your hand tightly as he dragged you back to the camp. âIâm sorry sweetheart, but I need to keep you safeâ he looked at you with a sad expression as he hurried back to the camp.
The hybrid had always been extremely overprotective to the point it suffocated you. He always told he did what he did for your own good.
The next nights he held you tightly in his arms as he slept. His fluffy tail wrapping around your leg in a protective manner.
Heizou
The detective had locked you up in his own home, claiming it was a way to protect you. Every door and every window (and some drawers) had complicated locks on. Only a few doors and drawers were unlocked.
Heizou was out on a detective job so you were left all alone. This was your chance to get out. You knew all to well that the detective most likely would track you down, but you could not let such an opportunity pass.
The puzzle that was the lock-mechanism on the front door seemed different. Heizou did have the habit of changing them so you didnât think too much of it. The puzzle was tricky, but after a while you were able to figure it out. The door unlocked and you squealed in joy.
You hadnât come far before someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders. âBooâ he whispered into your ears causing you to yelp.
âAww⊠Did I scare you now?â his tone mocking. He leaned his entire body weight onto you causing you to stumble. He chuckled at your shuffling and poked your cheek. âIâm glad you passed my little test sweetheartâ he purred.
You regained your senses and pushed him off. You glared at him as he laughed.
âYou really are entertaining arenât you? You thought that I would ever let you go⊠Now thatâs just too funny!â he wiped his tears as he laughed.
âWith your naivety, you are better of with meâ he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Your noses almost touching. He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you gently. âI will take care of you, darling.â
Itto
The brutish oni was really clingy and always felt the need to have you glued to his side. Getting alone time was nearly impossible, but you managed when he was out organising a onikabuto match.
While the white haired man was busy making posters with his gang, you snuck out of the house. Which was surprisingly easy when he wasnât home. The city was lively and the lit lanterns flickering in the wind. Stars littering the clear night sky. You sneaked among the multiple food stalls. The smell of fried fish filling the air.
The sound of a booming laughter made your limbs freeze to the ground. You could recognise that laughter everywhere. You turned your head and your eyes widened in fear at your confirmed suspicion. Before a dessert stall stood Itto with Mamoru. âWe gotta get something for the gang. You brought money right?â the oni nudged Mamoru who muttered a âyes bossâ.
You quickly hid behind a small group of someone who stood before the boba shop. Luckily you where shorter than the group and you were able to stay hidden.
âWait⊠Why does it smell like [Name]?â
âI donât know boss. Isnât she home?â
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs. You carefully peaked through the group. Itto was sniffing in the air, the action almost comical, had it not been for your predicament. His closed eyes snapped open. His red slit eyes met yours. His body tense like a hunting dog. His expression filled with shock. âDoll?â he called out.
Your feet moved before you even registered it. You sprinted down the street. Your sandals clicking against the ground. You didnât need to look back to know that Itto was right behind you.
You jumped down the railing and you were thankful that the jumps wasnât too high as you landed on the soft grass. Just as you made it behind a small building, a big hand grabbed your arm. You lost your balanced and was pulled flushed against a broad chest.
âWhy are you outside?â his voice eerily quiet. âI thought I made it clear that itâs dangerous, you are not a big strong oni. Humans are so fragile and weakâ he pulled you into a tight hug. His face pressed against your soft hair. âYou better listen to me next time⊠or I would have to tie you upâ he pressed a kiss on top of your head followed by a soft âI love youâ.
Kaeya
The Calvary Captainâs office was quite save from the sound of the captainâs pen scribbling. He hadnât acknowledged you since he brought you inside his spacious office. His silence was scarier than his anger. He continued to write his report about some mission. The grandfather clock in the corner ticking.
After what felt like an eternity Kaeya looked up at you. He folded his hands and leaned his chin on them. His lone eye looking straight at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. âYou broke my trust did you not?â his honeyed voice terrifying. He tck-ed. âI am disappointed, but not surprisedâ he sighed. âI should punish youâ he unfolded his hands and drummed two fingers across the rim of his empty glass.
âWhy would I want to be locked up in some apartment?â you spat at the smug knight. His lips stretched up into a uncanny smile.
âOh myâŠ. You are more naive than what I gave you credit forâ he chuckled. He stood up suddenly, causing the chair legs to scrap against the hardwood floor. He walked towards you like a stalking wolf. His eyes hungry and brimming with madness.
He stopped before you and leaned down on the arms of your chair. His face close to yours. Too close. His crystal blue eye scanned yours. You felt completely naked underneath his gaze. âDid you really think I wouldnât know how you so foolishly conceived the knights guarding the house?â he laughed. His laughter sickening. âI dealt with them as soon as they reported back to me. It was a pain cleaning of the blood from my new boots, but some sacrifices must be madeâ he sighed.
He grasped your chin and leaned closer âI will never ever let you go.â
He straightened up. His expression lighthearted. âNow letâs get something to eat shall we?â he pulled you up with a tight grip. You looked down on his boots as he dragged you out of his office, noticing the few blood speckles he had missed.
Kaveh
The house Kaveh had constructed for you two was like a maze. With many corridors and doors, it was easy to get lost. He had built you both a home where he could play out his fantasy. He had kept you locked away in the mansion for months. Kaveh said it was to keep you safe and away from prying eyes.
You tried to force the window open for the 10th time, but to no avail. The window was still only a few centimetres open. Kaveh had proudly showed you the windows he had constructed that would not open more than a few centimetres. You had hoped that the design of the master architect had failed, but to your disappointment they had not.
Your eyes scanned the room till the landed on the doors to the winter garden. The glass were delicate and beautiful. You studied it closely till you came to the conclusion that they might be fragile enough to shatter. You picked up a stool that were standing in the corner. You lifted the furniture over your head and smashed the windows with all your might. The glass doors shattered into million pieces, looking like glittering diamonds. You dropped the stool and climbed through the window. You hissed as you cut yourself on the jagged pieces of glass that were still standing.
The winter garden was cozily decorated and it almost made you sad to leave it. The door out to the garden was locked which wasnât a surprise. To your luck one of the miniature stone statues that resembled birds of all sizes, was perfect for shattering windows. It almost broke your heart at the thought of shattering the beautiful stained glass walls, but you had no choice. With all your might you managed to break it.
You ran as fast as you could through the garden. You had to find the exit before Kaveh came home from his meeting with his new client. As you were about to climb the tall fence that surrounded the property, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down. You back hit the soft grass and straddling you were Kaveh. His eyes filled with betrayal and anger.
âHow could you?!â his voice loud. His grip on your shoulders tightened. âAfter all that I have done for you?!â his features twisted into rage and hurt.
You tried to defend yourself, but your words died on you tongue. You had never seen Kaveh that angry. Fear filled you entire being and you felt sick. You casted a last look at the flush forest behind the fence. You knew that this would be your last time outside for a very long time.
Kazuha
With your breath ragged you ran through the dense forest. You had finally managed to escape the white haired samurai. You just needed to reach the beach and board one of the fishing boats that were docked at the dock.
You finally made it to the clearing that lead down to the beach. You waved at the fishermen and they turned to greet you. The dock was old and badly maintained. Splinters poking out and threatening to stab your feet. Just as you were about to ask the captain on the rather small boat, a gust of wind nearly knocked you down.
Red maple leaves fell gently down form the sky. The man in front of you moved quickly and elegantly. His movements like a dance, completely ensnaring you with his beauty. Crimson rain littered the air before it splattered your face. The warm liquid brought you quickly to your senses. Kazuha swiftly slashed his katana, slitting the throat of the captain. The red eyed man landed gently and wiped his blade with a handkerchief. The white fabric staining red in an instant.
He turned his gaze to you. His lips bore a gentle smile. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the bloodstains of your skin. âWhat is my delicate flower doing here?â his voice soft.
You swallowed. You had yet to let you eyes wander to the slaughtered boat crew. Kazuhaâs eyes scanned yours. His long eyelashes fluttered. Tears ran down your cheeks in crystal clear rivers. You shoved him away as hard as you could. He stumbled back, but you knew he held back his strength. He had let you push him. âGet away from me!â your voice weak and trembling. You choked out a cry as your fell down to the wooden floor. The wood was soaked with red blood. You let your eyes wander. You wanted to throw up at the sight of the dead boatmen.
âYou know I canât do that. Without me youâre lost. I need to protect you. You are the only light in my life and I know we will live happily ever afterâ his voice was pained and vulnerable. His calloused hands gripped your shoulders in desperation. âI am never going to let you leave meâ his smile crazed and not fitting his saddened eyes.
He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that reminded you of a cage. His face nestled into your soft hair. âI will make you happy, just you wait and see.â
Lyney
A swarm of cards flew over your face, momentarily blinding you. You ducked your head, but lost balance as something caught your leg. It was a makeshift snare made of multiple colourful handkerchiefs. Playful giggles reached your ears.
âThe surprised look on your face is to die for! So adorable!â his voice gleeful.
You quickly got back on your feet and was about to make a run for it when Lyney tackled you. You landed with a groan, the cobblestone hard against your back. Lyney pinned your hands to the ground as he sat on top of your midriff. He grinned as he looked down on you.
âItâs no fun in you escaping you know?â he tilted his head. He kissed your nose before he jumped off you. âYou could at least be a little more creativeâ he shook his head in faux disappointment.
âAssholeâ you sneered at him.
His cat like eyes crinkled in amusement at your remark. âHow rudeâ he snickered.
Just as sudden as he had jumped you, his expression changed. His eyes colder than ice and his mouth a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you after him.
He unlocked the house he, his siblings and you resided in. He quickly locked the door after him and dragged you into your bedroom. He let go of your hand. You quickly stumbled as far away from him as you could.
âWhy canât you let me have nice things? Why [Name]?â his eyes narrowed. It was in moments like this that you remembered his role in The Fatui. His eyes held a dangerous glint that dared you to cross him.
Your eyes widened in horror. âNo, no, no⊠Please Lyney!â you begged. Tears trialing down your cheeks and pooling down onto the soft carpet.
âYou gave me no choice. This is the consequences of your own actionsâ he shushed you as he clasped the chain onto your left ankle. He gently kissed your tears away. âItâs only temporary, okay?â he gently stroked your cheekbone. âI love you darling, donât forget that.â
Neuvillette
Even though the judge bore aesthetically similarities with the sea otters that lived in the Fontanian waters, he was not like them at all. They were sweet playful creatures, and the judge a selfish cruel man. His good reputation made you sick. If only the citizens of Fontaine knew him like you did.
He had kept you hidden and locked up in his beautiful home. That was until you had managed to convince the Melusine that was in charge of looking after you that day. At first she refused to let you out, but when you told her that you were going to buy a present for Neuvillette she yielded. If it was under other circumstances you would have felt bad for tricking her.
The bustling streets of The Court of Fontaine a familiar sight. You breathed in the air. Oh how you had missed the smell of new baked goods and the music of street musicians.
You knew it would not take long before Neuvillette would notice your disappearance. You had to get out of the city and onto an aqua bus before he sent the Gardes after you.
You bought a ticket with the money you had managed to steal from Neuvillette. You quickly made it up the stairs to the aqua bus station. The aqua bus was just about to depart when a group of Gardes blocked the exit behind you. You leaped for the bus only to collide with a broad chest. You could recognise that scent no matter where in Teyvat you found yourself.
You slowly raised your head. Neuvillette looked down at you with a furious expression. You had only seen that expression when he had caught you chatting with other men (it didnât matter to him that your conversation was only friendly and nothing more). His lilac eyes bored into yours, stripping your soul naked.
âI told you to never leave the residenceâ his voice low and lazed with anger.
His horns glowing light blue. His hands balled into fists by his sides, clearly trying to ground himself. You lowered your head.
âWe are going back at once and you better not make any commotionsâ his hand turned you around and firmly guided you to the lift. One of the Gardes reached out his hand in order to size you properly. âGet your filthy hand away from herâ Neuvilletteâs voice boomed.
The Garde tried to defend himself but was cut short by Neuvillette. âLeave at once or you will regret itâ his teeth bared. His sharp fangs fully visible. The Garde bowed and quickly left.
Neuvilletteâs hand tightened its hold on your shoulder. âWhen we get home I demanded an explanation as to why you left your homeâ he whispered into your ear.
Pantalone
Pantalone was sitting on a expensive leather chair. His shoes polished in a way you could see your own reflection in the black leather. In his gloved hands was a black pistol with details in white gold.
In front of him on the cold polished hardwood floor knelt a man. His hands were bound behind his back. His eyes were looking pleadingly up at the Harbinger. He was a guard whom you had befriended. He had so kindly helped you escape before you both were caught red handed by the ninth Harbinger.
The black haired Harbinger turned his face towards you. âThis is what he gets for taking whatâs mineâ his voice as smooth as velvet. His eyes dark and his smile cunning. He turned towards the bound man. âI must admit that I am a rather greedy man. I really hate when people try to take whatâs mineâ he sighed and clicked his tongue. He flicked the safety and pointed the pistol at the guards head.
âNo!â you screamed as you desperately tried to get lose from your silk bindings.
Pantalone shushed you gently. âHe asked for it my loveâ his voice sweet as sugar.
âAny last words?â he smiled. âHmm⊠I donât think you deserve anyâ he fired the pistol before the poor guard had the time to open his mouth. Pantaloneâs smile stretched into a sickening grin. The manâs brain splatters onto the expansive rug.
You screamed as you tried to swallow the bile. âHow could you?! You disgusting monster! I hate you!â you screamed while thick tears ran down your cheeks.
âDonât cry my dear. Heâs not worth shedding your lovely tears overâ Pantalone kneeled in front of you. His eyes gentle. âI will make sure that no other men like that ever gets between us. You are mine and nothing will ever change thatâ his voice low.
Pierro
The sorcerer had forced you to your knees with his magic. You could feel the power tugging at your mind and it hurt. His pale eyes boring into yours. âHave you forgotten your place?â his gruff voice echoed inside the ballroom.
You glared up at him unable to do anything else. He kneeled before you and harshly lifted your chin. His expression harsher than the unforgiving climate outside. âI must say Iâm utterly disappointed in your behaviour. You should be ashamed.â
You tried to get control over your limbs, but to no avail. Your words died on your tongue and you were unable to make any sound.
The white haired man scoffed and released his hold on you. His magic released you completely and you crawled backwards and away from him. Creating as much distance as possible.
The Jester rose to his feet and dusted off invisible dust from his elegant robe. âIf you were anyone else I would have executed you for your crime. Do not forget that our relationship was blessed directly blessed from Her Majesty Herselfâ he sneered.
He hauled you up to your feet, his iron grip bruising. He dragged you down the corridors and up the many stairs to your chambers. He slammed the door open and dragged you inside.
âThink over what you have done. I donât take such humiliation lightlyâ his eyes narrow as he looked down on you. âDonât think you will ever get away. You belong to me and thatâs finalâ with that he closed the door and locked it making you all alone.
Sethos
You ran over the dunes as fast as you could. You had to be fast. Behind you you could hear Sethos voice as he called for you. To your misfortune the free spirited man was fast. Extremely fast. Your sandals were filled with sand, but you couldnât care less.
Suddenly it became quiet. Too quiet. You hid behind a rock formation and listened. Suddenly a figure slid down the dune to your left and leaped on top of you. He was precise enough that make sure you landed on the sand and not the rock behind you. His wild hair rustling in the wind.
The sight in front of you reminded you of the time when he swept you away and locked you away inside the temple. He had first gotten to know you when he visited Sumeru City. He had told you it was love at first sight and he asked you to come and visit the desert with him. You were taken aback by his impulsiveness, but you soon grew accustom to it.
âIf you wanted to play hide and seek you could have just said soâ his entire weight on you. He was silent for a few moments. His crystal green eyes scanning yours. You could see his gears turning. âDonât tell me you tried to run away from meâŠ? You would never do something like that? Right?â his voice lazed with disbelief and desperation.
In a swift movement you were brought to you feet. His hold on you right and you wondered if he thought you would fly away if he let go. âLetâs get back to the templeâ his voice back to its jovial self, but his eyes clouded with obsession and desperation.
Thoma
The white mop mopped over the hardwood floor in a fast motion. The white colour quickly staining red. A crimson red pool of blood was spilled across the floor. The sight made you sick. Bile raising up in your throat. You were sitting in the coroner of the room , hugging your knees. The blonde man stopped his mopping and raised his head and looked at you. His face splattered with blood. He sighed and leaned the mop against the wall.
âI am so sorry you had to see that, my angleâ his green eyes pleading. He crouched in front of your trembling form. He gently caressed your cheek.
The friendly and kind housekeeper was gone and replaced by a green eyed monster that slaughtered anything in its path. He had beheaded the kind men that helped you escape from the Kamisato estate.
âI am wounded that you tried to leave me. What did I do wrong?â his eyes glossy.
You locked me away you wanted to say, but you kept your mouth shut.
âMy master has been kind and let us stay here together and this is your gratitude?â his voice slightly raised. His eyes scanned over your form and landed on your bloodied nightdress. âI have to get that offâ he muttered as he quickly rose. His movements frantic as he looked for a washcloth.
âMy gratitude?â your voice shaky, but loud. âYou have taken everything away from me!â you stood up. Your legs shaky.
Thomaâs eyes narrowed. âWatch your tongueâ his voice cold.
You swallowed. You understood now better than anyone why so many feared the âfixerâ.
His hold on the washcloth tight. His knuckles whiter than snow. âGo to your room and change. I will wash your nightdress laterâ he spoke through gritted teeth.
Your colour drained from your face as you hurried to your room. Your bedroom seemed more like a prison than anything else.
Tighnari
The forest watcher had always lectured you about various plants and their effects and benefits. At first you thought it was boring, but after awhile you learned to use it to your advantage. Taking herbs from Tighnariâs beloved collection was tricky, but not impossible. You had read through every single book he had on botany. Your plan was bulletproof.
Tighnari had gently sipped on the cup of tea you had brewed for him while he read through some reposts. He had then fallen limp over the kitchen table. You checked his pulse and breathes out in relief when you felt his pulse against your fingers. You wanted to escape from the obsessed fox, not kill him.
You rummage through his pocket for his key. The key was heavy in your hand and it was almost a surreal feeling when you twisted it in the lock. The air fresh and welcoming. With a last look at the unconscious man you began your journey.
The rainforest was tricky to navigate in, but luckily you had stolen both a map and a compass from Tighnari. Yet again you were glad you paid attention to his boring lectures. The sound of branches snapping made you stop in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck rose.
âPoisoning meâŠâ his voice echoed through the treetops. âYour audacity is truly somethingâ he sneered. âLook at me when Iâm talking to youâ his voice nearer.
You slowly turned around and were met with a angry hazel eyes. His long ears pinned back in anger. His arms folded over his chest.
âThe rainforest is dangerous. Letâs get backâ you could see he was holding back his fury. His jaw clenched. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. âI guess I have no choiceâŠâ he sighed as he stalked towards you.
Quicker thank you could register he had trapped you within his arms. âI will never let you go. Iâm just trying to protect youâ he whispered against your ear.
Something pricked your neck. Your eyes widened and darted to Tighnariâs. âIt had to be down. Consider it⊠pay backâ he supported your body as you lost consciousness.
Venti
The anemo archon was an eerie man. He was all smiles and friendly laughter among the crowd disguised as Venti the bard, but with you he was like a completely different person. Sure he was still easygoing, but his obsession and possession overshadowing anything else. He had told you many times with a playful smirk that he was undoubtedly the weakest archon. You never believed him. You had seen with your very own eyes what he was capable of doing to those he thought was undeserving of your attention, but you had yet to see his full potential. Though you must admit that you rather did not wish to witness that.
He kept you in the ruins of Stormterrorâs lair. He had made the ruin as liveable as possible and even quite cozy. He treated you like royalty and gave you everything except freedom. You thought it was rather stupid considering he was the god of freedom.
Escaping the ruin was almost completely impossible considering the wind shields that surrounded it and the dragon that acted as a guard. When you finally managed to escape and run over the grassy meadows you were so happy you cried.
Your tears clouded your vision causing you to become less aware of your surroundings.
Strong wind slammed against causing you to lose balance. There in front of you were Barbados. He was not in his usual clothing, but rather in a godly outfit. White big wings flapping behind him. His cerulean eyes glowing intensely in the night. He was completely silent, but you felt the anger oozing out from him.
You were completely frozen to the ground and you were unsure if it was his doing or your fear taking over. You wanted to explain yourself, but your voice failed you completely.
With a gust of wind you were swept up into his arms. His arms strong and squeezed you flushed against him. His wings flapped silently as he soared through the air. High up in the air you were able to see Mondstadt City and you quickly came to the realisation that you would probably never step a foot inside its gates again.
Wanderer/Scara
In front off you was a raging man. His eyes wide and filled with fury. His hands held anemo power which he sliced through the merchants that had guided you through the tick rainforest. Wandererâs hair was slicked back with blood. He delivered the last strike to the merchant before he landed. He slowly turned around to face you. His hands shaking with anger.
You opened your mouth, but quickly shut your mouth at his raised hand. âThose lowlife who think they can take you away from meâ he laughed manically. âHow dumb can you be?â Wanderer sneered through laughter. âBecause you would never leave me right? After all I have been through? Right?â his eyes crazed as he continued to spew nonsense. âWe are destined to be together. Itâs my right. How dare they to take that away from me?! I should revive them just so that I could kill them againâ his laughter sounded almost forced.
He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel tears against your neck as he wept. You were astonished by his vulnerability. It almost made you pity him. Just almost.
He quickly regained his composure and roughly wiped his tears on his sleeve. âLetâs go homeâŠâ his voice distant.
The journey back had been quite. When you finally arrived back he shoved you inside. His eyes wide and intense. âYou have no idea how much I wanna lock you up in a cage right nowâ he muttered. His porcelain white hand tightly gripping yours. âI will make sure so that you never leave me. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. So donât ever try and get away.â
Wriothesley
You had long planned your escape from The Fortress of Meropide. Unlike the other inmates you were completely innocent. You had been wrongfully imprisoned on the request of Wriothesley. You had gained the trust of some of you fellow inmates and they promised to help you escape. You had chose the pipe cleaning day as your day of escaping. All went smoothly and exactly as planned.
The only step left in your plan was descend into the waters that the pipes were connected too and swim out to freedom. After that you had to avoid the detectors, but you were confident in your diving abilities.
As you were saying your thanks to the kind inmates, the sound of heavy boots against metal echoed in the pipes. In the opening of the pipe were Wriothesley. His imposing figure sending shivers down you spine.
The metal decorations on his outfit clattering with each step. The handcuffs on his hip catching the light. His icy eyes held an unreadable emotion. âWell well⊠What might this ruckus be?â he tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips. His tone held a dangerous edge to it. Wriothesley eyes glued onto yours and completely ignoring the others.
A bottomless pit formed in your stomach and you almost threw up. You swallowed the taste of vomit. Your freedom was so close, yes so very far.
âAre you aware your sentences are going to be so much longer?â his lips curled up into a little smirk. âI thought you were smarter than thisâ with two steps he reached you. He hooked off his cuffs and cuffed your wrists. âIt seems you need a more secure cell⊠Luckily I know just the oneâ he leaned closer to your ear âI will make sure you always stick to my sideâ.
You had never regretted something more than your little escape attempt. The new so called cell was a bedroom connected to the Dukeâs living quarters. Your freedom had never been so distant as it was now.
Xiao
You ran as fast as you could. The landscape blurring together as you navigated through the forest. You had to escape him. Or at least try. Tue bamboo forest was dense and dark. Your human eyes struggled to see clearly. You could hear birds fleeing in the distance. He was close.
You had ran away when you learned that he had slaughtered the man who had so kindly gifted you sun pork buns. The adepti had let you run first, which surprised you. Even though you didnât understand why, you were grateful for your head start.
Suddenly a green black cloud appeared in front off you. You tried to turn in your heel to flow, but was stopped when a hand grabbed your collar. You were momentarily unable to breath. It was only when he loosened his grip that you were able to gasp for air.
âI donât understand you mortals. I only do what I have to protect you. I give you everything you need and moreâ he sounded confused and annoyed.
âWithout me you would not have managed to survive. At allâ he spun you around so you could face him. âDid me killing that man hurt you that much? I have killed many of you near acquaintances and you never batted an eyeâŠâ his voice trailed off as he was lost in thought. âCould it be that you never realised? Never mind. It doesnât matter nowâ he sighed.
At the thought of him killing your near friends without you knowing made you sob helplessly. He only started at you in confusion.
He clicked his tongue before he hauled you over his shoulder. âI need to ask Madame Ping for a tea pot it seemsâŠâ his voice a frustrated groan.
Zhongli
You had sought shelter at a kind older couple. You needed to regain your energy before you fled the city. The woman was kind and gladly cooked for you. She completely denied your help. You stayed at their house for two weeks before the older woman knocked at your bedroom door and told you a friend of her husband was coming to visit.
The atmosphere in the living room was as tense as it could get. In front of you were Zhongli. He was the friend the couple had spoken so warmly about. The brunette was sitting in the sofa besides the woman, one of his legs over the other. His hand elegantly holding a cup of tea. His reptile eyes staring you down intensely.
You felt like sinking into the floor. Your hands trembling as you took a sip of the tea. The bitter taste doing nothing to soothe your nerves.
âI donât know if you are aware, but I and miss [Name] know each otherâs very wellâ his smile sharp. To hear your husband speaking in such manner made your heart beat against your chest.
You knew it was unwise to go against Morax and his contracts, but you had no choice. He had tricked you into signing the contract that would imprison. Zhongli had terrified you before you knew of his identity as the Geo Archon, but when you found out about his identity you were absolutely petrified.
Zhongli hummed at a joke the man had told. His golden eyes never leaving yours. His lips twisted up into a grin which revealed his sharp fangs. With the golden light from the sunset outside he looked even more inhuman than ever before. You felt small and utterly helpless before him. You dreaded his punishment that you knew would income when he brought you back.
After an hour and an half had past Zhongli excused himself. âI must take my leave now. [Name] you should come withâ his order clear as day. He smiled to the couple and bowed in courtesy.
You swallowed and nodded. You thanked the couple for their hospitality and left with Zhongli.
When you were out of earshot he turned to you. âA broken contract is no laughing matter my dearâ his hand gripping yours. âI will make it clear to you when we get back who you belong toâ his voice deep and determined.
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One Bed
pairing: leon kennedy x fem! agent! reader
â synopsis: who knew saving the president's daughter was so tiring? only you and leon knew the treacherous steps towards the hotel room that was supposed to rejuvenate you both. only for him to open the door and to see one bed.
â notes: omg hey everyone. it has been months since my last post and thank you so much for the love on 'such a sweetheart'. i needed a hiatus from writing and i hope you guys love this one bed trope! it's not proofread so sorry if there are mistakes but i am way too lazy to read over it all. love you guys.
†WC: 5K
†CW: you helped leon save ashley, one bed trope duh, touch starved leon, kisses, petnames, cowgirl, tired sex, p in v, unprotected sex, leon cums on you.
Who knew saving the president's daughter would be so exhausting? The whole ordeal was strenuous to your muscles and mental state. A good nights rest was what you needed after the catastrophe you just encountered. Luckily, you were able to squeeze a shower before getting to the hotel. The idea of mud, bodily fluids and blood was too much to handle for any longer than necessary. Though, if it wasn't for Leon - you probably wouldn't be around currently. Being mission partners with him allowed you to understand his perspective on bioweapons and whatnot.
Without a doubt, he hated them. Despised even. This was a common viewpoint, but his hate went far beyond the normal eye.
It was best not to pry. You couldn't class yourselves as friends, just work partners. Agents who fought the living dead and anything else that came in your way. The undead was a sensitive topic to Leon. What could he have went through?
Leon's life was one of pure terror ever since he was victimised to Raccoon City. The first day on the job completely different to others who joined for the first time. Unlocking padlocks were for survival, not for fun. Reading notes left from other officers who already found their fate was disturbing. The scribbles on the paper led him out. To safety he had hoped. No. Safety was not an option that day - his welfare was tarnished every second.
Now being forced into the workforce of the government wasn't any better. Probably even worse. Time and time again Leon would feel the cold metal pressed against his temple, shakily holding the gun to his head. The index finger aching to snap the trigger to blast his brains out. Yet the same reasoning withheld him from doing so. What if another incident like Raccoon City happened in the near future? He was hired to help others - to dispose of the horrors of the world without alarming the population.
Having you as his partner was a struggle and a blessing.
His communicative state from when he was 21 was now gone. A rookie turned agent against his will led him to be colder than others. Leon kept to himself most of the time, here and there giving you a few pointers on how you can effective pop a flash grenade or what to do in a sticky situation. You reflected how he was 6 years ago. A 21 year old who was excited to start at a police department - you were an agent who was motivated to save others. Your actions held such kindness to him. No prying or none of those snickering comments he would get from the other agents at base.
Just peace.
So mentally speaking, he didn't mind having to share a room with you in this crammed hotel. It was a Saturday so it was expected. Though, other patrons would be coming here to have a one night stand or a relaxing time away from their family... you both just needed rest.
Sluggish movements paved their way to the door number, 012. You and him clinging onto your duffel bags silently. It was an awkward silence, a silence that hung below you both as he fumbled with the key card in his hand. Scanning it through to unlock the barrier between you both and the comfort of the beds that laid inside.
Beds. Or... bed?
Your eyes scan the room. Continuously trying to seek out the other bed that should be here. You examine the footing of it, seeing that it's a double bed instead of 2 singles. Great. The dumbfounded look on your face is almost laughable as the situation dawns on you. You were in a room with Leon and it only consisted of one bed for the both of you.
There were a few ways to go about this. You either both sleep in the same bed together or one takes the bed and the other finds another place to rest. Looking around, it appears that the only viable option would be the cracked leather arm chair, resting solo in the corner. Thinking about it, you were willing to give yourself a crick in your neck to save yourself from the embarrassment of sharing the bed with the other agent.
Leon thought otherwise. The brisk movement of the gear belt slung over the armchair with his duffel bag smacked down in the centre. He was tired, over the bullshit that he just fought - he couldn't care less if he had to share a bed.
"Looks like they forgot a bed huh?" He joked sarcastically, stretching his limbs. The strain of his muscles was visible, undoubtably attractive. Leon carried himself enchantingly, you wanted to learn more about him as every second passed. A sigh leaves his throat whilst he sat down on the bed, continuously stretching. The shirt riding up slightly, giving you a chance to avert your eyes to the uncovered skin. His v-line was on show, the dip down soon stopped by the fabric of his cargos. The shirt he was wearing was a tight fit, letting the muscles of his biceps become visible to the naked eye and the shape of his pecs becoming more noticeable the more you looked.
At least you had a bed in the room? That was the only positive you could find from this when removing your gear off your body. Slinging it into the corner of the room alongside your bag. You both are exhausted from the long day, so you were thankful there's at least a bed to share.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick..." His movements are swift, already gripping onto his shirt he reveals his back to you - throwing the shirt on the floor beforehand. Multiple scars are littered faintly around the skin but the more distinguishable thing is his muscles. Leon's toned body calls out to you as his shoulder to waist ratio is insane. A slim waist, broad shoulders, it all speaks to you. You can feel your body speaking back as you look at him a little longer than expected.
Your little fangirling sesh is over when he shuts the bathroom door behind him - you let a breath you didn't know you withheld. Well, all you could do was wait for him to finish his shower before you could have one. The pitter patter of the water hitting the shower floor is heard before it dies down - giving you a mental note that Leon was now cleaning himself. Why are you even thinking about this?
Leon lets out a sigh once the hot water hits his body. An instant relieving feeling flowing through him as he just stands there for a minute. Soaking in the greatness of water before grabbing the washcloth and shower gel nicely provided by the hotel staff. Squeezing the bottle, a dollop of soap smothers the cloth before he runs it across his body.
Humming can be heard whilst he cleanses his body, ensuring to dispose of all the sweat and dirt from their recent mission. Reflecting back on the situation, he started to feel a bit nervous having to share a bed with you tonight. You were pretty, very pretty to him. He mentally scolded himself whilst he ran the cloth down his chest - his mind returning back to you. A soft moan elicited out of his lips made his hand smack his face. Leon wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Instinctive movements of him washing himself in motion, his fingers manoeuvring the washcloth on autopilot as his mind focused on you. He can't help but think about you some more, remembering your cute smile when you would hand him a cup of coffee at base. Or your simple gestures of making sure he was comfortable and how you reserved yourself around him made his heart skip a beat.
It had been a while since he thought about someone romantically, his job stripping him of any personal life as the thought of the multitude of viruses around the world was increasing each day. But now, deep down... he could feel an attraction to you. Leon wasn't sure if it was sexual or genuine love - it would be too soon to tell. However, this feeling was deep rooted within, his mind wanted to show you love. His heart longing for someone.
A sentiment he had not felt in a while.
Trying to calm his heart down from going into cardiac arrest, giving himself a mental pep talk - trying not to think about you too much. He shuts off the water soon after and grabs the white towel neatly folded on top of the counter cabinet. Rubbing himself dry and wrapping it around his waist - tightening it slightly. He doesn't want an accident to happen.
Your mind shuts off as you hear footsteps in the bathroom. He was out. Okay. Do you look away when he opens the door? Leon doesn't give you time to think as the door creaks open, revealing himself into the main room. His bare chest and hair still damp for show. Jesus Christ. His damped skin looks good in the dim light, as if he had displayed himself just for you. He notices you sitting tensely on the bed, his body approached you. Blue eyes instantly drifting to your body and lingering for a second before he snaps out of it.
"I needed that..." He groans out, sitting beside you. You mentally slap yourself as you snap your thoughts back to the present.
"Yeah I bet, I already had a shower before we got here so I'm alright." Your response is meek, but at least you had something to respond with.
The man next to you raises his eyebrows at you in slight surprise, he wasn't expecting you to have already taken a shower - but by the look of it, you did look super clean compared to him before. Perhaps you had it when he was getting questioned at base for the report of the mission. Leon tries to keep his eyes focused on your face and not your body. "Oh lucky you," he replied with a smirk.
"I couldn't stand all the random liquids on me, it was disgusting." A chuckle leaves you when you remember looking at yourself in the mirror. Gross... but at least you could laugh at yourself for getting in such a mess? "You were subjected to most of the mess to be honest." Leon chortled out, reminiscing on your reaction when you had novistador blood all over you.
Your conversation with him was cut short when you both recalled the situation laid opened to the two of you. One bed, two agents. It seemed childish that you couldn't think the both of you could share a bed - it was just awkward. Really awkward.
"I can take the floor if you want?" The sound of your voice cuts through the silence, Leon replayed the question in his head before shaking his head. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not letting you sleep on this cold ass floor." His eyes averted to the hardwood floor, indicating that your question was out of order.
"You want to share the bed then?" This question to Leon was better, he really didn't mind another person next to him whilst he slept. Recalling past moments, he's slept through worse. "We're both adults here. We can share the bed, it won't be bad." A calm response from the agent. What more could you expect?
Your reluctant nod allows him to get back up to look through the wardrobe in the hotel room. A couple extra blankets stored alongside some pyjamas that the workforce provided for both of you. You two were granted a pair of sweatpants and black top - your eyes brightened up, realising you weren't having to sleep in fresh gear wear.
"I'll go in the bathroom to change, you can change here." An authoritative tone left him, not giving you a chance to speak back before he returned back into the bathroom. Scurrying over to the open wardrobe, you hand picked your pyjamas - undressing yourself from the imprisonment of your current clothes to something a lot more baggy and comfortable. A sigh let loose from you, your body mindlessly walking over to the bed and plopping down on the edge. The mattress aiding in soothing your back from the hellish ride you attuned escaping the island.
A yawn seeped through your lips, hazily looking at your phone screen at the time, 01:24... It really was time to rest. Though, the thought of Leon couldn't leave your mind. He plagued your brain - a part of you didn't complain.
A sound of a door creaking open embarked into your ears, Leon had changed into his nightclothes. The tank top fit snugly on his body however, the pair of sweatpants seemed a little baggy. Clearly a little too big for him since they were hanging dangerously low on his hips. He was plain exhausted. His limbs gradually moved him to the bed that you two were about to share. Sinking his body into the mattress as the sheets hugged his frame.
Minutes passed, a silence rose in the room. Leon's back laid restfully whilst scrolling through countless media apps to pass the time. His mind wandering back to you. The heat emanating his body contradicted with the cold expression on his face. Why was he so hard to read? You couldn't tell if he was even comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with you. Your body laid on it's side, staring at him brazenly. Forgetting that your eyes were peering at his body, Leon's gaze averted to you - an eyebrow raised on his face.
"You alright?" His question caught you off guard; no you weren't okay. Not when he was so close to you, the faint smell of him seeping into your senses. You genuinely couldn't be okay in this situation.
"Mhm, m'alright. Just tired." Leon's eyes glanced at you and his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body before he forced himself to look back down at the device in his hand. 'What the hell are you doing?' The question rung in his mind over and over again as he thought about you. There was no denying the fact that he found you incredibly attractive - but for you to be his work partner... It was unprofessional for such thoughts to occur in his mind. Shakily putting down the phone in his grasp he spoke. "You should get some rest, it's getting late."
Like rest was an option. Turning your head towards him, a twinge of irritation was mixed in with your voice. "I know, it's just.. it's hard to sleep right now." The idea of you and him so close was making your head foggy, especially now since he rolled onto his side - discarding his phone on the bedside table. He now faced you, noticing the tone of your voice. Was there something bothering you?
"Why's it hard?" It was starting to click in Leon's head that them sharing a bed may have made you nervous. Scared perhaps. Analysing your expression, he was observant in your body language. A hint of worry trespassed his vision whilst he watched you silently - waiting for you to continue. His head in his hand, inaudibly taking notice of how pretty you look. Completely captivated from your features, he shook his head to clear his mind.
"We're sharing a bed, now I know there's nothing between us but it's just... weird? No offence! Like you're not weird you know that I just-" Realising you were rambling, a heavy sigh left your lips. It was hard trying to compose yourself, particularly because Leon was looking at you. He didn't look confused nor grossed out.. just enamoured. Lovesick eyes boring into yours when he heard you ramble for a moment.
A slight chuckle was brought out from him when you mentioned the closeness between the two of you, a small idea crossed his mind about how your body was mere inches away from his. He swallowed before speaking. "None taken, I get it. Sharing a bed can be kinda intimate huh?" He found it rather cute that you were so antsy. "But I'm glad we have a bed..."
Leon was right, you convinced yourself nothing was weird - staring at the cream coloured ceiling. A light huff was let out of Leon's nose. "Just try and relax," he mumbled, unsure on how to comfort you. Watching you snuggle under the covers, a slight smile spread across his face.
"Cute."
Leon surprised himself that he mumbled it out loud, his body tensing from the fear that reigned his body. Mentally face palming himself, rapidly looking away from you. Reprimanding himself for being so stupid to let it slip out.
After a moment, a lower voice was heard from him. "I mean- Ugh, sorry I didn't mean to make this so awkward." Shifting himself further from you, feeling ashamed of himself - you stop him from almost falling off the bed. "No no, it's fine!" Your efforts of comforting him didn't help him as it was clear he was still embarrassed. Leon's mind kept recalling the scene, shouldered with how attractive you were.
"I meant it." He stated. Leon had no clue where this confidence in him was coming from, but he hoped it wouldn't run out any time soon. The look on your face made him feel less nervous. A shocked expression plastered all over you - stuttering not knowing what to say. He found you to be the prettiest woman he had ever seen, the kindest too. Looking back at it all, he registered all along he had a little thing for you. You respected him, valued his need for privacy and want to be unjudged. Not many knew of his situation and Leon's involvement in Raccoon City. You didn't even know, you never pried.
Shamelessly, a fat smile shone on your face. Leon's expression softened as he found himself in awe. His body itched, craving your touch. Your love. This renowned love blossomed within him.
"You're cute too." That one sentence could make his heart stop if he really went into deep thought about it. Leon never really found himself to be that attractive, yeah his muscles were good in some aspect in his eyes. He did train well, he gave himself that. After all, he was the one many depended on to save the abundance of sick problems this once calm world faced.
Another silence was shared between the two of you - not one of awkwardness but one of solace. Leon didn't feel distressed, he felt calm. You brought out a side of him which he believed was gone. The side being the young man who wasn't scared of the future. A time where he was happy within himself and oblivious. All he could picture was you. You and him happily being each other's bridge.
Each other's home.
"I'm glad we got that out of the way." A breathless voice cut you both out of your trances. Leon flickering his view on you. Your face, those beautiful eyes staring into his own. The soft lips of yours calling out to him. Your bare neck, a blank canvas for his kisses and bites. His eyes then averted to the base of your neck, your chest covered by the black shirt you wore. Feeling his stare, the burning sensation in your cheeks rose. "What... what now?" The scary question was imprinted in your mind. It was obvious you both had a thing for each other, yet what were you going to do about it? Perhaps a relationship could happen between the both of you; would you both just stay work partners?
"Can I.. can I hold you?" Vulnerability was present in Leon's voice. He craved to touch your skin, his fingers twitching slightly from the excitement. Touch starved. That was the true definition of Leon's love life right now. He hadn't involved himself in relationship matters for years and now that the chance popped up with you, he would take what he could get.
You didn't even say yes, your body spoke for you. Wrapping your arms around his chest - you could feel his heartbeat. Rapid pumps thudded into your ear. Strong arms hugged you back clearly stating silently that Leon couldn't let you go. You'd be surprised if his shirt didn't have an imprint of your face since you were so close against him. Breaking free slightly, your head popped up - looking up at him. You were presented with his Adam's apple, slowly bobbing up and down as he swallowed looking down at you. The rough bump alluring you in whilst your hazy eyes lingered on the skin of his neck. Moles sparsely speckled all over his skin. God had crafted Leon himself, you were sure of it.
Moreover, the heat from his body lingered around you. Creating an invisible fortress of affection and love as both of you stared at each other.
A shaky hand pressed against the skin of your cheek, calloused pads caressing you. "You're so pretty." Leon mumbled, shifting a bit. Your touch to him granted him a sense of warmth, he even leaned into it a little - subconsciously seeking comfort. You brought out the 'weak' side of him, it felt nice for him to let down his guard and be himself around you. He let out a pleased hum as he cuddled you, the hold over you was tight. To you, it seemed like he was starved for physical contact and was finally getting the human touch he deserved.
What happened next was a blur, to both of you anyway. The stare-off between his blue eyes and your own turned into your faces being so close together; guaranteed to kiss. An eskimo kiss shared with him, the tips of both your noses touching. Lips hovering over his, your whisper snaps him out of his daze. "Thank you..." Your gratitude granted you a chuckle from Leon but his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Leon continued to stare at you but to pinpoint, he was eying at your lips. They looked so soft, the mere sight of them making his heart race more. He swallowed hard, his mind clouded with the vision of kissing you. An overwhelming sense of desire passing through him - it was need. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't just go in for a kiss; not without consent. Yet he craved to feel his lips against yours.
"Can I kiss you?" His mumbled whisper echoed through your ears. Were you hearing him correctly?
Kiss? You?
Besides, it's not like you were going to straight out reject him. That wasn't even possible in this situation with him; pressed so close against you that you could feel his rock hard boner pressing against your thigh. A nimble nod from you responding to his question was all he needed.
Leon's lips are soft, softer than you would expect. Sweet little kisses are shared, melting you into him. His hands now run down your back, rubbing your skin through the cotton shirt. He hums, tilting your head slightly back to get a better angle. It feels messy as saliva is shared between the two of you. A soft whine escaping you when Leon breaks away. Reining you back in, he gives you another kiss. Pure passion and love interweaved in it.
Kisses soon turn into touches as your fingers manoeuvre around his torso, slowly digging your fingers into him - eliciting a groan out his mouth. His touch on you becomes possessive, kneading your skin in his hands. Leon holds you close and after a few minutes, you find yourself on his lap. His hands automatically went to your hips, gripping you tight as his eyes locked onto yours. Those blue eyes of his roamed your body shamelessly whilst he held you against him, taking in the view of your straddling his hips.
You could feel the hard-on beneath you, begging for some friction. Subconsciously, your hips start to rock slightly, Leon takes full control as he guides you. There was no way he could stop right now, not with how his body was aching so badly and having you on his lap like this. "Can we take this slow? We're both... really tired." A yawn escapes you mid sentence, you can feel yourself getting tired and wet.
"Yeah, we can take this slow. Anything you want love." The nickname shoots desire right into your veins, the rasp in his voice concocted with a tired sigh as he watches you grind on him is heavenly. Shuddering from his touch, Leon brings you down to lay on him - adjusting you on his lap. Your foreheads touch, all you can see is love in his eyes. Leon's fingers tug on your shirt, a breathless chuckle leaving him before he asks the question. "Can I take this off?" He can't help but want to see you, feel you - caress the smoothness of your skin on the pads of his fingers. Hearing you say the word "yes" made his hands work in a fast fashion as your torso was soon left bare.
"So beautiful..." He sat you back up, feeling your flesh mould in-between his fingers. Leon ached for you, he wanted to have more energy to give you the proper fucking you deserved. However, the past mission and the strain it had on both of your bodies exempted him from treating you the way he wanted. So he had to settle for soft, gentle sex. Just like you wanted.
Rapid breathing contradicted the mellow touches shared between you both, your hips continuously rocking slowly before he lifts you up slightly - removing the same sweatpants that were already dangerously low. You're face to face with his boxers, a clear wet patch showcasing the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip.
"See what you do to me?" Leon groaned out, palming himself slowly - your eyes following his every movement. He was enchanting nonetheless, alluring you in with every pump he did to himself. Leon's mind was fogged with you, the view of you turning every cell in his brain insane. He seriously couldn't get enough of your watchful eyes scanning his hand; viewing the pornographic sight in front of you.
Although once again he did think to make this the best sex he's had in a while, it was obvious you both were too tired to even do anything remotely crazy that night. So plain ole cowgirl it is.
Quick work was made for your sweatpants as they were easily tossed to the floor, your panties being the the second piece of protection between you and Leon's boxers straining his dick in place. His hands guided you still, the subtle movements rocking back on forth bringing both of you a sense of release you both needed. Silken kisses bringing out a wave of passion. Playing with the band of his boxers - a dark look appeared in his gaze.
"Impatient?" The mere one word question could've left you astonished if you weren't so hazy from being aroused. Of course you were impatient. He was the embodiment of seduction. "Well, yeah." A laugh escaped both Leon and you, your eyes boring into his.
"Shouldn't keep you waiting should I?"
Sliding your panties to the side; pulling his boxers down, it was easy for his cock to slide in. Eliciting a deep moan from the both of you as kisses were shared once again. Leon couldn't believe how good you felt, he already felt pussy drunk. The two of you shared tired eyes and low whimpers whilst your hips rocked back and forth.
"You're so pretty..." Leon mumbled out, dazed out of his mind looking at how your body synchronised with his. The way his dick was slipping in and out of you, pressing into that sweet spot of yours. How were you so pretty? And how did you already make such a mess? Glancing down, his eyes followed to the feeling of wetness coating the base of his cock - your inner thighs glistening from how wet you were. Completely mesmerised, Leon looked up at you with pure love and lust.
You couldn't talk, not when all your throat could conjure was the moans and low screams as his hips started to jerk up slightly - thrusting himself further in you. Holding onto the bedframe keeping you both afloat, your mumbles tried to alert him from the upcoming orgasm reaching you. "Mmph... L-Leon, I..." was all you could muster. It was the only coherent thing he could understand before feeling you tighten up.
"That's it baby, keep going." The softness in his voice juxtaposed the way his hips were snapping up and down, Leon couldn't help it. Your pussy felt too good wrapped around him. He had to put in the last of his energy to making you feel good at least. Lazily, his hand slowly reached your clothed clit - his fingers slowly rubbing the fabric of your panties. The perfect amount of friction to make your bundle of nerves become overstimulated whilst being stuffed full.
Your tired eyes locked with his, feeling yourself getting closer to seventh heaven. A small smirk plastered on Leon's face, watching you breathlessly whilst his dick twitched too.
"Gotta pull out..." He murmured, his fingers making you reach the pinnacle of your orgasm. "L-Leon!" All you could do was shudder on-top of him, feeling the remaining energy in you seep out alongside your orgasm. Collapsing onto him, Leon subtly slipped himself out, painting your clit and lower stomach with his cum. A low hum leaving him as he kissed the nape of your neck. "You did so well."
Panting heavily, your moan responded to his words. Chuckling to himself, Leon held you close whilst sitting up. Grabbing a few tissues in the box to wipe your tummy.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up."
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Oo I got something for TFO
If possible would you be open to doing a human s/o with D-16? Like the human came from another planet that was destroyed and they got stranded on Cybertron and somehow managed to end up in Iacon city?
D-16 (Megatron) x Reader â The Creature From Another World - Part 1 of 2
A/N â This is so much longer than I thought it would be. I think it may be the most fun, silly fic Iâve ever written and I am so happy that I got to write it. Also, SPOILERS FOR THE END OF THE TRANSFORMERS ONE MOVIE IN THE FINAL SEGMENT!
Warnings â None.
Rating â T
It was all Orionâs fault. Everything that was likely to get D-16 in trouble was his fault. It was always, âHey, what if we searched the tunnels for something even more valuable than energon?â Or âYou want to come into the archives with me? Of course, I have a permit. Itâs not like I would try breaking in⊠again.â
This time, the line that was sure to get D-16 into trouble was, âHey bud, donât tell anyone but I got us a pet!â
D-16 rubbed his helm exasperatedly, âA pet, Pax! Why canât you just obey the rules for once.â
âHey, there are no rules against keeping pets,â Orion said excitedly, heading over to his locker to retrieve the creature in question.
âOf course there arenât! Because no one would be stupid enough to keep one!â
âYou just havenât seen it yet. Itâs really cute.â
âI hope your spark eater tears off your face, Pax. I really do,â D-16 deadpanned.
âNot a spark eater,â Orion chuckled, then he began whispering into his locker, âHey, hey, itâs okay. Iâm not gonna hurt ya, little cutie. Thatâs it, settle down now.â
D-16 shook his head, âYouâre gonna get demoted all the way down to the 40th sub-level and when you do, Iâm not gonna save your sorry aft. Besides Pax, there isnât enough energon to go around as is. Howâre you gonna feed a pet?â
âThatâs the thing,â Orion said eagerly. âIt doesnât fuel up on energon.â
âDonât be ridiculous. What kind of thing doesnât need energon?â D-16 asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him as he tried to peek over Orionâs shoulder at the so-called âpetâ he was trying to grab.
He heard some scrabbling, Orion said some more soothing words and then Orion turned around, holding a creature half his size around the waist in both servos.
âD-16, meet our new pet, Minitronus.â
âMinitronus!â D-16 said excitedly. He knew Orion had only picked the name to foster his attachment and ensure that he kept the creature a secret.
D-16 got close to Orionâs pet, resting his hands on his thighs as he bent down. âWhoa, what is it?â
âCâmon D-16. If you donât know, Iâm not gonna tell you.â
âYou have no idea, do you.â
âNot a one.â
The creature chittered angrily, pushing at Orionâs servos.
âIt looks angry,â D-16 observed.
âItâs just getting used to us. Thatâs all.â
Orion began stroking at the creatureâs head.
âOkay Pax,â D-16 said, resigning himself to Orionâs crazy new pet, as he knew he would from the start. âCâmon then. Tell me all about it. What does it eat? Whereâd you find it? And most importantly, howâre we going to keep it a secret?â
âHey! I said HEY! YOU UP THERE! STOP PETTING ME! IâM NOT AN ANIMAL, YOU BIG DUMB IDIOT!â
The giant metal man smiled at you affectionately, opening his mouth to say something you couldnât understand. It all sounded like scraping metal and electrical noises and you couldnât make sense of any of it.
Ever since the Quintessons had abducted you, your life had been nothing but trouble. You were their prisoner but when they found out your planet had nothing of worth, they decided it would be better to experiment on you. The only consolation was that you could at least understand the Quintessons, who had multiple translator devices on their ship.
You were very fortunate that the Quintessons didnât view you as a threat since they didnât bother keeping you in any kind of high-security prison and so you managed to escape before they did anything too terrible. The worst you suffered were a few zaps from a weak cattle prod, probably testing your nervous system.
Yet, having escaped the Quintesson ship, you had landed yourself into deeper trouble. You had found yourself on a living metal planet, and though a few plants grew on the ever-transforming surface, the pocket computer you had stolen from your captors informed you they were poisonous.
Fortunately, you had thought a few things through regarding your escape. You had managed to grab a backpack, stuffing it full of provisions and interesting gadgets. The food was stored in dehydrated cubes so with proper care, it could last you months, maybe even an entire year. The backpack also contained a device to keep you warm, a cube that turned into a forcefield when thrown to the ground, and most importantly one of the translators that had allowed you to understand the Quintessons along with a few other gadgets.
However, despite your planning, things hadnât gone very well for you. After touching down on the planet, you boarded a train that you hoped would take you to civilisation, and while it did take you to a city underground that was more beautiful and advanced than you could imagine, it was clear that the alien life-forms there had never seen an organic creature before.
The few you tried to talk to initially screamed as if you were vermin and tried to blast, stab, and crush you in succession. As you scrambled for your life, you took a kick to the back, saved by your pack which had broken your much-needed translator.
You ran and hid, keeping out of sight and soon you started feeling like the vermin the metal people viewed you as. You learned quickly to keep out of sight and made your way to where there were fewer bots, spending many quiet hours either sleeping in vents or trying to repair your translator with the limited knowledge you had.
Yet, your luck couldnât last forever and eventually, you ran into a vent that turned out to be a transportation tunnel to and from the mines. It was there that Mr Big-Red-Idiot-Bot caught you and took you to the charging bays. At first, you thought your luck was turning around and that he was going to take you to someone who would be able to understand you since he was obviously trying to be gentle with you. Then it became clear that he just thought you were some kind of stupid animal in need of care and he adopted you as his pet.
âWhat are these things?â D-16 asked, gently lifting your top.
You slapped at his servo, swearing at him even though he couldnât understand you. Orion laughed, âI donât know, but thatâs how it reacted to me too. I think theyâre to keep it warm. Either way, it doesnât like it when you touch them. Oh, and hey, check this out, it does tricks.â
Orion shoved you back into his locker where your bag was. You ran to your pack, hurriedly grabbing your broken translator and showing it to the new grey bot. You had tried repeatedly showing it to Big Red, but he didnât get what you were trying to do and always just laughed at you.
âWhatâs it holding?â D-16 asked.
âPlaying with some scrap metal. Isnât that cute? It has a favourite toy! I think Minitronus might have belonged to someone else once because it has all these adorable toys in there and it can make its own fuel.â
You sighed. Clearly, the grey bot was no better than Big Red, but at least he wasnât trying to kill you. You shook your head and began searching your pack for some tools to repair the translator. Upon seeing you grab a screwdriver, Orion took it from you.
You yelled a few more insults, demanding it back but Orion just teased you, holding it just out of reach.
âAww does Minitronus want the toy? Do you? Do you? Thatâs it, reach for the toy. Grab it.â He cooed.
D-16 rolled his eyes, amused by both Orion and his new pet. He snatched the miniature âtoyâ screwdriver from his friend, handing it back to you. âDonât tease it, Orion.â
You nodded gratefully at D-16 and he ruffled your hair. This time, you didnât bother insulting him since he had given you what you wanted.
The work alarm went off overhead and Orion slammed his locker shut just in time for the influx of workers to come through the shared stasis bunker on their way to work. D-16 tried to fight against the crowd to stay by the locker but Orion pulled him into the fray, muttering that it would look suspicious if he wasnât at work on time.
âBut what about- Will it be okay in there?â D-16 whispered as they headed into the lift.
âSure,â Orion said from the corner of his mouth, trying to be quiet. âItâs been in there for days and it's been fine.â
âIf you say so.â
âI do. Now be quiet and act normal.â
D-16 smiled and gave a small awkward wave to a bot in front of him who was observing the pair with a raised optical ridge. Over the years, Orion had caused more than his share of trouble so D-16 was used to the scrutinising looks from others, though he always got nervous when they both had something to hide.
You sighed and rested your hands on your hips. It was awful being constantly stuffed in a locker, especially since Big Red didnât seem to think things through. He shoved you in your new âhomeâ whenever other bots were around or when he went to the lift which you assumed meant he was working. The problem with that was that his species didnât tire easily and could work a very long time, and with this being what you could only assume was the poorer part of the city, there were always other bots around. You had to get your translator fixed quickly, or else you would spend the rest of your life in the locker. Still, things werenât all bad. It was warm and safe. You often used your backpack as a pillow, sleeping through the first few hours before getting back to your repair work. You had privacy and a personal collapsable service suite that pulled moisture from the air so you could drink or shower - it even took care of your waste by vaporising it; alien inventions sure were convenient. Besides, now the other bot knew about you too, and perhaps he could help you. Resignedly, you set about keeping to your normal routine and began some light repair work, too awake to rest now. You only wished you knew what you were doing and that you had even the faintest idea on how to fix alien technology; your life depended on it.
Orion and D-16 were the first up and out of the elevator, avoiding the usual crowds by skipping the last few minutes of work with a lame excuse about being called upstairs. Honestly, the pair got into so much trouble they were often called up to meetings with higher-ups for tellings-off, which Orion usually tried to talk his way out of, and so nobody so much as batted an optic when they left.
Upon getting up to their quarters, Orion and D-16 were both relieved to see that the rotation team had already filed out, presumably having taken one of the other lifts to a different mine. Orion ran to his locker and hurled it open.
âAww, look,â He pulled D-16 close to get a good look at you. âMinitronus is recharging. Hey, do you think itâs dreaming of us? Pets do that, right? Dream of their owners?â
âI mean, if Minitronus is thinking of me, thatâs a dream. If itâs you, itâs a nightmare.â
Orion elbowed D-16 in the chassis then reached in to grab you.
D-16 pulled him back, âWhoa hey, donât wake it.â
âWe have to. Itâs time for walkies and this is the only time we can get out of here quietly before the others catch up.â
Reluctantly, D-16 let Orion go.
You jolted awake, terrified until you remembered where you were and that you were now the âpetâ of an advanced alien. You settled groggily in his arms, wondering what he was going to do with you now.
He proffered you some words that sounded like two lawnmowers smashing together, but by his expression, you could tell he was happy. Then he jostled you, miming something you couldnât understand until it was too late.
You scowled at Big Red with your arms folded, too insulted to even try yelling as he tugged you along an empty alley on your new wire lead.
This was a new low.
âI donât think Minitronus likes walkies,â D-16 commented as you dug your heels into the floor, trying to hold your ground.
âNonsense,â Orion said, trying to be gentle as he pulled at your lead, making you stumble forward, âItâs just not used to it yet.â
D-16 patted his thighs, âCâmon Minitronus. Thatâs it. Here Minitronus. Minitronus.â
After a few more attempts, you realised that the gentle electrical hum Grey kept repeating must be his name for you. Huh⊠Well, at least the repetition meant they had a stable language.
You listened again and tried to mimic the sound, making both bots pause to look at you.
âDid it justâŠ?â D-16 asked, pointing at you.
You mimicked the sound again.
âIt did,â Orion agreed. He ran over to pick you up, spinning you in his arms, âWhoâs a smart Minitronus, huh? Yes, you. You are!â
Although your mimicry had been good, it wasnât quite enough to convince them that you were sentient. Rather, they were looking at you like a parrot who had picked up a new phrase. Instead of repeating your name, you had managed a babyish mumbling somewhere close, that sounded more like MiniâTron.â
D-16 beamed and petted your head, quickly coming to love his new pet. Orion was right, it was smart and cute.
âThatâs so cool, I wonder if we can teach it more words.â
âIâm definitely teaching it swears,â Orion laughed.
Eventually, the pair headed back to the underground, with Orion heading in first, making sure everyone was recharging, before signalling for D-16 to follow with you.
âOh, câmon, donât put me back in the locker,â You whined as you were placed on the top shelf.
âOh no, donât cry,â D-16 begged, listening to you pitchy chittering. He held a digit to his lips, shushing.
âYou two will be gone for ages, what between sleeping and working, and itâs dark in there,â You continued, even though he couldnât understand you.
You only stopped talking when he held you against his chassis, petting your head. You sighed in understanding. He was trying to keep you safe; this was all for your own good.
âOkay,â You thought, feeling strangely comforted by Greyâs actions. âIf this is how it has to be for now⊠Okay.â
Orion gave an enthusiastic thumbs up to D-16, glad that he had managed to keep your mewls under control.
âGoodnight, Minitronus,â Orion whispered before shutting the door.
âWe love you,â D-16 added.
You shook your head after the door shut; life was going to be interesting with those two.
âPAX!â Elita-One shouted, jetpacking up the empty elevator shaft to catch up with Orion and D-16 who had stolen away from work early for the third time that week.
Orion held you behind his back, hiding you just in time before Elita got in his face.
âCaptain, what a surprise!â Orion grinned cheekily, already trying to smooth-talk his way out of the situation. âMe and D-16 were just saying what a great and wonderful leader you-â
âCan it, Pax!â Elita glowered. âIâve had just about enough of you. Itâs bad enough that youâre a troublemaker but now, youâre dragging D-16 down with you and- whatâs behind your back?â
âMy back? Nothing at all,â Orion shoved you into D-16âs open arms, and he in turn hid you behind his leg, trusting that you wouldnât run away if he wasnât holding you.
Elita grabbed hold of Orion, slamming him into the lockers, her eyes narrowing when she didnât see anything worth hiding. She glared at D-16 who held up his servos in a shrug, gesturing to Pax who was already babbling about how strong she was and how no other Captain had had the strength to throw him so hard.
While Pax created a distraction and Elita-One continued her tirade against him, D-16 shuffled backwards, sneaking you out for your daily walk.
You had grown used to the routine now, learning the buildingâs alarms that marked the beginning or end of a shift. When it was coming time for Orion or D-16 to take you out, you always hitched on your backpack, just in case you needed anything, though you had long since learned not to work on your translator in front of Big Red, since he kept assuming it was a toy and continually threw it for you to fetch. Honestly, he was doing even more damage to the already broken machine, and it stressed you out constantly whenever you were forced to catch it before it hit the ground.
When you and Grey were alone, you always did repair work at the end of a walk, since he would take you somewhere quiet to rest for a while.
You had been living with the pair for just over two months now and in that time a few things of note had happened.
First, they had entrusted knowledge of you to a few of the others in their âplatoonâ or whatever the group they worked in was called. This had happened after an incident wherein you had escaped your locker to explore and a silver and blue bot with a passion for dance stumbled into you and squealed. Big Red, and Grey hurried to your rescue and had to explain their âpetâ to him.
This led to you being the worst kept secret in the mining facility, though it was bound to happen eventually with so many bots living in close quarters. However, all the mining bots found you sweet enough and they all had a code of honour that meant they kept you secret from anyone with authority like Elita-One or any of the other captains.
Yet, while everyone knew about you and you were generally allowed out of the locker most of the time, it was still only Orion or D-16 who took you out, and they still tried to get out of work a tad early to check on you.
One of the other changes in your life was the delivery of a big bundle of wires as âtoys.â That was another word you had learned to mimic since Orion kept bringing you play-things and repeating the Cybertronian equivalent.
This happened after you kept picking up pieces of scrap wire on walks, taking them with you so you could use them in your repair work. At first, Orion and D-16 took them off you, afraid you would hurt yourself somehow, but when you kept collecting them and fought hard to keep the few you had, they assumed it must be a normal nesting behaviour and brought you a great deal more than you needed.
You were delighted with the gifts and hugged both bots for it. Then, after saving the few you needed for your translator, you weaved the extra wires into a new over-shirt. It was uncomfortable, but quite practical since your jumper was wearing away and you needed a new one to keep decent when you were washing your actual shirt.
Another problem to occur was your hair. In your time with the bots, it had grown very long, and much to your bemusement, Orion had tried cutting it. The whole thing had gone disastrously, and you suddenly understood those dogs that got terrible haircuts because they tried to escape their groomers; you could only be thankful that the bald patch was beginning to grow back.
The final change was Greyâs idea. He felt confident that you were well trained since you now responded to your name, paying attention when you were called through the minersâ hab-suite. Because of your actions, he often let you off-lead, which you were immensely grateful for. He rarely put the lead back on you unless he thought something was unsafe, so whenever it went on now, you clambered onto his shoulder, trusting that he would take you home and away from danger quickly.
It wasnât a perfect life, but things were slowly improving. You could only hope that your lucky streak didnât break and that you would be able to communicate your needs fully before the year was up.
D-16 sighed, sitting on the side of a tall building overlooking the city with you in his lap. You were content to let him pet you while you toyed with your translator. You went in an almost trance-like state whenever you tinkered with it now, honestly not expecting anything to come of it but needing to work all the same.
He continued speaking in his gentle, rhythmic noises and you hummed as if you understood, pressing a wire down with the flat of your screwdriver.
â- and thatâs why I know what weâre doing is important. Even Sentinel says so. Us miners, weâre keeping Cybertron alive,â D-16 said proudly.
âWhoâs Sentinel?â You asked absentmindedly.
D-16 screamed, accidentally throwing you off his lap.
âHey, be careful!â You scolded. âYou could have dropped me over the edge.â
You picked up your translator and brushed yourself off.
âMinitronus, youâre talking!â D-16 accused.
âYeah, well soâŠare⊠Oh my God, I did it!â You breathed. Then you punched the air excitedly, âI DID IT!â
âWHAT IS GOING ON? HOW ARE YOU TALKING?!â
âI fixed my translator,â You squealed ecstatically, waving it in front of D-16.
âYour- Your toy?â
âYeah,â You nodded, practically bouncing on the spot.
âThis is impossible. You- Youâre our pet!â
âNo. Not a pet. Not anymore. Iâm (Y/N). Okay, (Y/N),â You repeated your name slowly, trying to get it through to Grey who still looked panicked.
âPrimus, this is insane.â
âYeah, it is.â
âYouâve got to explain everything to me, right now.â
âOkay, sit down,â You patted the ledge.
D-16 did so, and you jumped back into his lap.
âWhatâre you doing? You canât sit there now. Youâre not an animal.â
âHey,â You pushed against his servo, staying stubbornly in place, âIâm not going back on that ledge, I could fall.â âFine,â D-16 relented. He went to pet your head again then stopped himself, keeping his servos stiffly by his sides. âAs long as you explain yourself, you can sit wherever you want.â
Having told D-16 everything and had him explain a few things in return, things thankfully changed. Initially, things between you and all of the mining bots were awkward, with haunted comments from some of the bots like, âIt saw me in the wash racks,â or âI canât believe I tried to rub its belly⊠No wonder it slapped me. Oh. Oh no.â
Once everyone got used to the idea, your life improved. You were still kept secret since none of the miners knew how the higher-ups would react to an alien species, but with some ingenuity and a few favours exchanged for information about your species and planet, they all came together to transform your locker into a proper living space, complete with all the amenities they could manage to scrape together. They even began forming a plan to try and have you off-planet and en-route somewhere you could survive before your supplies would run out.
After D-16 and Orion were over the weirdness, you still had them take you on your daily excursions, sans the lead since you were no longer their pet. Orion managed to laugh about the whole thing, but D-16 grew to be even more strained around you. However, you didnât get to ask him about it till you were next alone with him, which was a long time afterwards.
âSo⊠Do you hate me now?â You asked him one day while he walked a few paces ahead of you, keeping an eye out for anyone who he would need to hide you from.
âWhat?â D-16 sputtered. âI- I donât-â
âItâs okay,â You smiled easily. âItâs a strange situation.â
D-16 felt his insides squeeze. He had held onto you while you slept. At the time, he thought you were cute. Now though⊠You were still cute when you slept, but it was a different kind of cute â Softer, somehow.
âI told you everything,â He sighed, defeatedly. âMy life, my dreams, my fears.â He shook his head, continuing mournfully, âAnd you didnât understand any of it.â
âNot true,â You contradicted, running to stand in front of him.
He watched you warily.
âI might not have known what you were saying, but I did understand you. Your tone, expressions, the sound of your voice. I understood more than you think.â
D-16âs spark pulsed.
âLetâs go home,â He said quickly, turning on his heel and walking away from you.
The two of you had to go where you wouldnât be alone or things would change again.
D-16 was falling in love with you and he couldnât let that happen. There were too many unknowns and he had his planet to think about. He was a miner â the life force of his planet. Thatâs what Sentinel Prime always said, and work came first.
Besides, you werenât going to be on Cybertron forever. You couldnât be. Once your supplies ran out, that would be it for you.
D-16 couldnât get attached. It wasnât like you were a pet anymore. You didnât belong to him, even if he wanted you to.
You ran through the destruction of Iacon City, terrified by everything that was happening. Honestly, you had missed most of the events leading up to it, having been stuck in Sentinelâs tower, but you had seen the so-called Prime torture and brand D-16.
Afterwards, you tried to find him or Orion, but you were small and Iacon was big and the city was collapsing around you.
You screamed as you were grabbed seemingly from nowhere and looked up to see D-16, though he looked slightly different thanks to the new infusion of Megatronusâ T-Cog which you hadnât seen him take from Sentinelâs corpse. Also, there was one other change â his angry red optics, which bore into you.
âD-16,â You shouted, âWhatâs going on? Whereâs Orion?â
âOrion is dead,â He growled. Though he had made a promise that nobody else would be deceived, you needed to hear that lest you side with Orion over him. Besides, it wasnât a lie. Orion was dead â Dead, and replaced by Optimus Prime. âAnd my name is Megatron.â
âOrion- Orionâs dead,â You repeated, too shell-shocked to even cry at the moment.
âYes,â Megatron glossed over your emotions, far too focused on his rage as he transformed around you, keeping you safe inside his alt-mode. âAnd weâre leaving.â
âWhere are we going?â
âTo war!â
Yet, even as Megatron burned with hatred and his desire to bring down the corruption that fuelled his planet, he was already reading the intel sent by the disgraced High Guard, informing him of several nearby planets where you would be able to get the organic fuel you required to stay online.
Megatron had lost everything. He was not about to lose his beloved pet too. You were his, and you always would be.
A/N - Hey, I worked really hard on this so please comment, or at the very least reblog. Likes aren't enough anymore guys, they just aren't.
#fanfiction#fanfic#reader insert#reader#transformers#maccadam#tf one#transformers one#d 16#orion pax#elita one#megatron#optimus prime#d-16#d 16 x reader#megatron x reader#The Creature From Another World#part one#chapter one
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that isn't very holy of you :/
Yandere church boy x gn!reader
It came out shittier than I hoped for. Not proofread đș I'll fix this when I have the time
Tw: religious themes, noncon mention, minor cult mention
âïž you had just arrived in the small town of morning star. Having been needing a break from the city life, you rented a one bedroom cabin close by. Planning on staying here for a month, you quickly headed towards your new home, very eager to start exploring the area
âïž wandering around the town square, it seemed everyone knew eachother. A family like community perhaps? Maybe that's why they all kept staring at you as passed through, must not be use to new faces
âïžthat was until a group of children approached, asking you to come play ball with them. You couldn't say no to their puppy dog eyes, and the adult's judgemental stares so you agreed. And it was fun surprisingly! You noticed none of the children had any phones.. or the grown up's for that matter
âïžyour first week there you were unsettled, but you just pushed it off as the townsfolks strange behavior, Focusing on unpacking and enjoying your stsy. Until one of the school teachers, a kindergarten one, knocked on your door on a sunday
"hi there honey! On behalf of the people I'd like to sincerely apologize for the cold welcome. It's just been a hard year for all of us! So to make it up you, won't you come to church with us on this fine morning?"
âïž whether or not you're religious yourself, she managed to convince you to come along. Chatting the whole walk there. Talking about her husband, her children. She mentioned something about having a son your age but you weren't really paying attention
âïž walking through the grand double doors of the church house, she sat you on the front row with the pastors family, next to a young man. You were startled as she sat on the other side of you, leaning in to whisper In Your ear as she pointed at the pastor preaching
"that's my hubby right there. He's a handsome fella ain't he?"
âïždavid looked at his mother in disbelief, he told her a few a times he found you attractive and now look at her! He could practically see the gears turning in her head. thankfully you seemed preoccupied thinking, so he did his best to seem normal while his poor heart beated 300 mph
âïžafter the sermon, david turned to you and have you a sheepish smile
"hi.. my name's David, but you can call me dave.. its.. nice to meet you"
âïžyou and David hit it off, unlike all the other people. He didn't constantly talk about praising god and forcing his religion down your throat. He was kind, understanding. Laughing at your jokes and nodding along to your words. He never met someone so.. ethereal
âïžgrowing up, he had a hard time believing in his small towns "god". Watching them cut up and sacrifice newcomers to their false idols, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach heading their screams. But he could definitely devote his cause to you...
âïžhe trapped you in this shitty town when he asked you out on a little date a few days later. Unaware he drugged your food and dragging you into his home, waking up chained to a bed. You couldn't tell how long you've been there, but every time you'd try to escape he'd punish you in bed. Not letting you cum or overstimulating you to the point of tears. Why would you want to leave something that can make you feel so good?
âïžhe grew up desensitized to blood and gore, so he's confused when you're screaming and crying. Why are you doing that? Don't you know that this is what happens to bad spouses? What do you mean you're not married either? ofcourse you are. Stop being so difficult...
âïžnobody blinks an eye when he strides into town with you on a collar and leash. And that's when you realized, you should have left earlier. Because the whole town was sick in the head. It wasn't like you could call for help because he fucking destroyed your electronics and the people don't even have phones. Something about wifi signals can brainwash you
âïž he's whipped for you, that much you can obviously tell. but he's smarter than he looks. Eating dinner with his family is just painful,since all they talk about is God god god. It hurts your ears with how often they just Randomly start singing praises. It's bad enough they force you to watch their cult church activities...
âïžif you give in to his demands, he'll let you off the leash but you have to stay close by at all times. If you don't, he'll have to make his punishments a little more extreme. There's also a possibility he'll force you to help around the town. whether that be looking after the children or just running around doing errands. The shock bracelet on your ankle stops you from running into the woods..
âïžif you don't, well.. you wouldn't mind if you became permanently handicapped right?
"don't be so difficult sweetie.. just stay still and it'll cut right through okay?'
#queenie ocs#yandere x darling#queenie writes#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere male#yandere male x reader#ocs#male yandere#Yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc x y/n#yandere oc x you#Yandere boyfriend#Yandere church boy x reader#David the church boy#yandere blog#tw yandere#yandere boy#yandere community#yandere thoughts
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DC x DP: Dog Walker
Danny needs someone to walk his dog.
He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.
Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.
So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.
The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesicknessâthat was where his dog came into the picture.
He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.
That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.
This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.
He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.
Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.
Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.
"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.
"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"
"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.
"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.
"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."
Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.
"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"
The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."
Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?
Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.
Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.
Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Dog walker#part 1#death defying#Danny is sus for thinking Damain adorable right off the bat#but its because he reminds me him of Jazz
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Sunderedâș : CATHARSIS
Big thanks to @mikeyslvrr for commissioning this piece! âĄ
Pairing: Gojo x reader
âą SUNDERED MASTERLIST
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader
word count: 5.6k
a/n: Only the kitchen conversation can be considered a part of the main series.
Have your pieces been carried by the waves, swept away from this city that whispers his name everywhere you go?
Satoru woke up from a hard smack on his shoulder. âWhat is wrong with you? You kept grunting in your sleep.â You walked away, fixing your belt. âYouâre leaving?â He muttered, heart still racing as he ran a hand down his face, thinking of his dream where you got mad at him and left with Yui.
Satoru's pretty sure that if he died today, he would get seven minutes of all the moments he had hurt you, not seven minutes of happy moments. Sometimes all the wrong things he did would catch up to him and haunt him in his sleep; where he can almost physically feel the pain he caused emitting from your skin because he chose to be a better man for someone else.Â
âUh, yes. Isnât that why you volunteered to babysit? He watched you reapply your lipstick. Satoru found himself licking his lips, spacing out. âOh yeah,â He sighed, realizing that he just fell asleep after snack time with Yui. He overheard you asking your Mom to babysit Yui while you go out and he volunteered.
Youâre going out. On a date. At night. With a guy.
He blinked fast like it could wipe away his heart-wrenching thoughts. Itâs just a date, he told himself, reminding himself of his place in your life and how he doesnât have the right to beâŠterritorial and possessive over you.Â
âI, uh, haha, âhad a really deep napââ He scratched his head. There were a lot of things going on inside his head but hugging you was the hardest to control. If he begged you not to go, would you listen? But he promised to support your happiness.Â
Satoru and you have been having a very healthy co-parenting relationship, and you're more comfortable around each other now. Although you never mentioned anything about taking him back, he just can't let go of his hope. If he gave up, he feared to end up like his father.Â
Lose the woman he loves, his family, forever. That's his biggest fear. Heâd probably just drop dead without warning if it happens.
âI wonât be out so late.â You rushed to check on your sleeping doll in her room. âHer screen time, Satoru.â You reminded him as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Satoru could only hum in response, mesmerized. He wished he could go out on date nights with you too.
Tapping his shoulder, you left him daydreaming in the middle of aftershocks from a nightmare.
âââââââââââââââ
âYui, do you think Mama still loves Dada?â He asked absentmindedly, juggling a toy in his hand while his daughter was lost in the movie. He didn't think she was listening to him, but she replied with a simple, âNo.â He stared at the side of her face for a minute before sighing, afraid that she might be right.
âMama wuv Yui.â She pointed at her chest, leaving Satoru in awe. âOf course. Dada loves you as well.â He was trying to let go of the weight on his chest but tragically failed when he remembered the words he said to you that fateful day. It was one of the days he regretted the most.Â
That, and the day he chose to give up on your relationship.He can see himself spending his whole life proving his love to you as long as you let him.Â
The wait was agonizing. He feels like his oxygen levels get significantly lower with each passing hour. He paced around the kitchen after lulling his child to sleep. Itâs 9:27 PM and just as he was about to check his phone, the door opened. âOh, itâs been a while since I ate out with a friend alone.â You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. Satoru just stood there nervously.
âW-welcome home. How did yourâŠdate go?â He kind of regrets asking that because it felt like he was intruding, but you smiled, taking your shoes off. âIt was fun, a little breather. Whereâs Yui?â You walked to Yuiâs room and Satoru couldnât help but breathe in as you passed by him.
You smelled ofâŠyour cologne. He let out a sigh of relief. But did he feel relieved? No. Itâs just the first date. There could be a second, third, and fourth date. Then, youâll be together, and GodâŠwhat will become of him?
âDid you go home by yourself?â He followed you. âOf course not. He dropped me off.â Damn it. He shouldâve waited by the window so he could see him. âHe got Yui a little something.â You pulled a little bear keychain from your bag, and Satoru couldnât help the painful contractions in his heart.
That motherfucker prepared. He cursed internally, smiling a little too hard as you showed it to him. âGuess Iâll just give it to her tomorrow.â You both kissed your daughter good night before leaving the room. He felt a splitting headache coming on. He hasnât stopped thinking since this afternoon.
As Satoru left, he took in the small smile on your face as you closed the door. Youâre really happy. Now, heâs curious about this guy. Closing his eyes, he squeezed the steering wheel. It was that feeling with Toji again, and this time itâs worse because he has to witness you slowly fall in love with someone new.
He felt like running back inside and begging you to just let him begin again like that too. But that would be too much of an imposition, especially for someone who almost ruined your perception of love.
What he can only do is go home, suck it up, and sleep.
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The following weeks have been nothing but torture for Satoru. The second time, you went out with a couple of friends but that didnât change anything for him. And now, youâre meeting up again, and despite being told that your mom can do it when itâs not his schedule, he still insisted on babysitting.
Now heâs once again sitting on your couch, elbows on his knees. What would he do if you called him and told him you wonât be home tonight? No, no, he doubts that. Youâre too hands-on with Yui, no way youâll just decide like that. ButâŠWhat if? He shot up from the seat to peek at the window when he saw headlights from outside.
Youâre still inside the car. Images started flashing before his eyes and he could tell he was just a pinch away from bursting out the door to get your attention. Satoruâs hand moved up to his chest in relief when you stepped out. He probably kissed her. His brain whispered and Satoru was forced to gulp the pain.
Heâs gonna have to see it one day and he will have no choice but to look away.
Sitting down when he saw you walk to the door, he rubbed his eyes quickly before pretending to be on his phone. âHi,â You smiled at him, âI got home late.â You sighed, glancing at your wristwatch. âItâs alright, Yui was being so good, she slept early.â He ran a hand through his hair and walked behind you.
Kissing your daughterâs cheeks, you looked up at him. âYou know, I was wondering if itâs fine to take Yui with us to the theme park next time?â You stood up, heading to the kitchen. âI mean, Iâll be there, I just want to tell you since youâre her parent too.â You continued, unaware of the thoughts in his head.
This kitchen.Â
He felt nauseous watching you stand there, leaning on the counter like you did when you had your big fight. He thinks this sensitivity stems from all that has happened to him and your family.
âWhat do you think? You can meet him before we goââ You explained but he just stood there, shaking his head as he licked his lips. âI donât know. I mean, I know you wonât let anything happen to her butâŠâ He inhaled sharply, should he admit that he was jealous? You wait for him to finish talking but he doesnât know what else to say.
âIs heâŠAre you guys getting serious?â He tried to smile genuinely. âAhâŠâ Sighing, he continued, âI guess I was just beingâŠoverprotective. Sure, y-you can take her. I mean, Iâm sure heâs a good guy if heââ Straightening up, you crossed your arms, perplexed. âSatoru, whatâs going on? What are you thinking?â He canât give a reason. He just bit his lip.
âN-nothing.â His eyes feel heavy, he just wants to sleep. He starting to feelâŠdefeated. âI just got a bitâŠI guess protective because aâŠa new person is gonna be around my child but,â He nodded awkwardly, desperate to convince you and hide his feelings, âItâs alright. Youâre with her. Yeah, itâs okay.â He was about to bid goodbye, but your curious eyes froze him in place.Â
âAlright,â A sigh of relief escaped his mouth despite not really feeling relieved. âWhy donât you eat with me? I bought something on our way home. Take it as a thanks for babysitting even when itâs not your schedule.â You joked, getting the plates. As much as Satoru wants to sleep his heartache off, how could he reject the smile on your face?
He canât even remember the last time you ate together. Just the two of you. Looking at you now, he canât help but wonder if this will be the last time too. If you fall for that guy, this could be the last time heâll see this; the glow on your face as you share your thoughts with him. In the midst of it, Satoru canât help but feel sentimental.
âNone of this wouldâve happened if I hadnât done all that shit. I donât know if Iâll ever be able to atone, but Iâll sell my soul just to take a quarter of the pain off your mind.â You paused, processing his words. You remember all the times you felt irked while experiencing something fun, knowing it couldâve been the three of you if it wasnât for what happened.
But youâre teaching yourself to create space for something good by letting go of the bad.
âWhy did you do those things? Did youâŠdid you want to get rid of me so bad back then?â You chuckled bitterly, suddenly feeling vulnerable, but he quickly answered. âNo, Y/N. I never wanted to get rid of you. I was justâŠâ Inhaling deeply, he looked you in the eyes. âI was desperate to run away from the problems I created in our relationship.â
âI thought distancing myself from you might help me move forward, butâŠâ He licked his lower lip, shaking his head.Â
But you canât really create distance when it comes to someone you love, no matter how far apart you physically are.Â
âSeeing Toji was the last straw. I knew I had to do something then, and I felt even dumber for letting it get to that point before listening to myself.â You looked down at the mention of your dear friend.
âI know how much you hate it, butâŠY/N, Iâm sorry. So many things went downhill in your life, and I took part in all of it. I can never do enough to fix it.â His voice weakened with every word. âYou gave me the best thing, too.â You spoke, and his eyes lit up a bit, but not enough to mask his sorrow.Â
You nodded toward your childâs room. âSatoru, itâs hard to just forget. Iâve said this countless times. But for that tiny human,â A small smile played on your lips, âFor that little girl, we have to put things behind us. I donât want her to grow up surrounded by the negative things of the past.â You leaned back in your chair, understanding that at times like this, you have to be positive.Â
Satoru had been through things, too, and you wouldnât invalidate that.
âDid you learn from your mistakes?â You asked him, standing up to grab a bottle of water. âI did, Y/N. I promise. I know itâs not much, but I try, and I will continue trying for you, for Yui.â You only realize now that you hadnât really talked about it so thoroughly. Why? Probably because it scared you. But you can't live in fear forever.
However, the conversation brought you back to when you first saw him and Naomi. You tried hard to stop your emotions from taking over. Your face slowly drops at the memory. You remembered how you trusted his words, and how he went back on them.
âWhy did you decide you didnât want to try with me anymore that time?â Your throat started to constrict. Your chest suddenly felt too cramped up for your beating heart. Perhaps if you chose to spill out your unanswered questions earlier, it wouldnât feel so hard right now.Â
âI was a coward. I was too afraid to face our problems with you, so I thought it was better to cling to the freedom I felt with Naomi.â Stretching his legs out, he glanced at you. You canât help but think that if only you had been open and talked it out before, instead of pushing each other away, things wouldâve been better.
But of course, thereâs always the threat of his beloved mother.
âThen, my mom introduced Naomi to me. She was there, she took care of Yui with me. She didnât pull away from me, even when all I talked about were my problems. She didnât make me feel alone.â He paused. The silence was deafening. You hated that all that you could hear was your heartbeat.
âThat timeâŠit was what I needed. But thatâs definitely not what I wanted.â He looked up at the kitchen light, recollecting the feelings and thoughts he used to have. âI wanted myself to believe that. I made myself believe that Iâm better off without you. For a little while, I did. She gave me a sense of tranquility, something we never had in a while then.â The peace.Â
You didnât think it would still hurt to hear him talk about her like sheâs his savior but you found yourself looking down, sighing. âThe quiet was nice, right?â You felt bitter suddenly. âIs that why it took a whole new guy coming into our lives for you to stand up and get your family?â You looked at him, feeling bad that you were having these thoughts for something gone.Â
You donât like to dwell on things so much but, maybe after all this time you still hate to think that some other girl was at your place.Â
âItâs not quiet when I got you on my mind.â He murmured, your breath hitched. âWeeks after we fought in this kitchen, I couldnât dream of anything else but your face, your voice.â He closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowed like he was in pain. âI couldâve sworn that if I heard your voice calling out my name, I wouldâve given it all up.â You gulped your water, recalling how crushed you felt that time.
âY/NâŠwhy did you pull away from me? I was scared shitless every time youâd say youâd find someone better because I know damn well thereâs a lot.â He laughed unenthusiastically. The breath you took was harsh on your throat. It felt like it was slicing your neck from the inside.Â
âI didnât know how else to protect myself, Satoru.â You sniffed, reminding yourself that this one conversation could change so much between you and Satoru. âI didnât know how else to protect myself from the pain, from your mom.â Something flashed in Satoruâs eyes at the mention of his mother. Heâs hurt but you know that he longs to talk to her. It was still his mother, after all.
âI failed to stand up for you because I was too focused on pleasing my mom. Iâm sorry that I couldnât protect us from her.â Satoru knew that if he only believed in you a little more, the damage in your relationship wouldnât have gotten so big. âI didnât realize that she was already dictating my life to the point where she got me to leave my family without even knowing it.âÂ
Slowly taking your hand in his, he rubbed your skin with his thumb. By how shallow his breathing was, you can tell that this conversation was slowly breaking Satoru into tinier pieces. Holding your hand was probably the only thing that could keep him from falling apart right now, so you let him.Â
Feeling his touch, you wondered if this was how gentle he was to Naomi. You canât help but thinkâŠwhat if heâs way gentler with her? Before you knew it, you were already speaking out your most kept thoughts; the softest, most tortured part of your heart was exposed.
âFor many nights, I stayed up crying, wondering how you could so easily protect Naomi at the expense of my feelings.â You watched as his finger stopped moving on the back of your hand. âI remember wanting to know what she had that made you the man I always wanted you to be.â Tears started to pool in your eyes again, but you refused to look at him.Â
Knowing about what happened to them, you were convinced that Naomi was also a victim of Satoruâs mother. She was a victim of her love towards Satoru, and that love was taken advantage of by Satoruâs mother. But other than that, you canât help but think about how she used to be such a wonder to Satoru that he fell for her so easily.Â
You watched Satoru wordlessly move out of his chair to kneel before you, kissing your hands. His whispered apologies spoke volumes. âYouâre never any less, Y/N. Please, donât think like that.â But you made her feel like that. He wished he could find the right words to say. But he thinks that no amount of apology could erase the scars he painted on your heart.
âI wanted to be better. But I'll forever regret everything I did just to satisfy her even when I knew it was hurting you.â His breaths were shaky, rough. âI wanted to be the man you wanted me to be. And just because I did it for her doesnât mean I didnât want to do it for you. Y/N, more than anyone, I wanted to be better for you first.â He knows that there will never be enough words to comfort your ache. But Satoruâs willing to prove it to you.
âI thought improving myself for her would make me feel better about our broken relationship. I was selfish, Y/N. Iâm sorry.â You quickly wiped your tears away, sighing at how the heavy feeling in your chest seemed to slowly vanish after being uncaged. âDid it? You were going to marry her.â You werenât mocking him at all. But it kills you to think that he loved her enough to want to marry her.
âAt one point, I did. I used to think taking things further with her would pull me farther away from you. But it didnât because if it did, I wouldnât break so easily at the sight of you being with someone else.â Silence follows, and you can only smile and nod. Words alone still feel hard to believe. Thatâs why you've opted for a co-parenting setup with himâfor now, you're letting his actions speak for themselves.
The night stretched on as your questions found answers, regrets were voiced, and what-ifs were shared. The conversation was bittersweet, a plea to undo mistakes and lessen the depth of wounds. The answers served as stitches and bandages to the injuries made.
That night, both of you hoped for a brighter tomorrow and lighter hearts in the days ahead.
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Three years ago, you wouldnât have seen yourself in an unfamiliar town, living in a small apartment with your mother and working as a waitress in a small restaurant. It was a tough adjustment for the kid but youâre getting there. She still asks for her father now and then, but you canât give anything but a simple âNot now. Heâs workingâÂ
Will they ever meet again? Will you ever see him again? It doesnât matter if he wonât come for you. You will live. For yourself. For Yui. You walked home with your head down, clutching your bag as you entered a small convenience store to grab some bread. You stared at a pack of candy on one of the shelves, allowing the buried memories to play in your mind.
âFLASHBACKâ
âSo, youâre good with her father now?â Your friend asked you as you pushed Yuiâs bike. The theme park was packed with people and Yui couldnât be more distracted and excited. âYeah, I guess. We talked about a lot of things. We needed that.â You sighed, pursing your lips.Â
âI'm still hesitant about trying again with him. With what happened between us, itâs still hard for me to just decide that.â Albeit unaware of your entire past with Satoru, your friend tried to be understanding, and you truly appreciated that.Â
Seeing a row of empty chairs, you decided to sit down, and just as you were about to speak to your friend again, Yui got up and cheered for the coming cart, âMama! Clouds, pwease!â You stood up as she pointed to it, dropping the toy Satoru got her. The toy quickly rolled down the pathway to the direction of the cart which had to stop by a group of kids and parents.
âOh, shoot!â Your friend didnât even have time to get it for you. You beat him to it, running after the toy which luckily bumped into a potted plant near the cart. You picked it up, panting as you looked back at them. Your friend was standing up, ready to go to you but you waved the toy at him, pointing at the cart to imply that you could get it yourself.
It was getting a bit crowded from the buyers so you signaled him to stay there with Yui, not wanting to involve her in any possible accidents. Thankfully, the vendor was skilled, and soon enough, you were returning to your daughter with a pink ball of cotton candy. âYou moved so fast. I couldâve gotten it for you.â Your friend laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
âI guess itâs because I got used to it. When Satoru canât be around to help, itâs all on me soâŠâ You shrugged, only realizing that when it comes to Yui, youâd rather let yourself do all the work instead of relying on others. But that changes little by little now that Satoruâs around more. The day flew by, turning out to be more about Yui's outing than a friendly date.
You quickly checked your phone after your friend dropped you off. âCan I come over when youâre home?â It was Satoru. Your brows furrowed at how serious he seemed. His texts usually carry a hint of sweetness, but this time, it was just a plain old text. âWeâre home.â You quickly replied and not even 15 minutes later, he was already at your house.
âWhereâs Yui?â You looked at him standing at the door, waiting until you signed for him to come in. He was always like that, and while you appreciated it, you found the awkwardness somewhat amusing. "She fell asleep. Have you had snacksâ" You were about to ask him, but he cut in abruptly, his tone serious.
âY/N, can I ask you about something?â You felt nervous all of a sudden. He looked at you before reluctantly sitting down on the couch. You joined him when he pulled out his phone, scrolling for something. âPlease, donât take this the wrong way. I just want to know what happened here,âÂ
Your eyes widened, staring at the photo of Yui with your friend at the park earlier. It only captured half of the cart, blurred in the background. âWhere were you? Look, my daughterâs alone with a⊠basically, a stranger to herââ You interrupted, heart racing in your chest, âWhy do you have that? Did you get someone to follow us?â He sighed, remaining composed.
âNo. Now, please just answer me first.â You learned the hard way about fights and now you just want to stay calm because this is certainly a misunderstanding. âI went after her toy that rolled down, and I bought cotton candy for her.â You reached out to zoom in on the pic, cursing out the way it was taken. What matters is that the cotton candy cart can be recognized.
âI know itâs blurry but Iâm here, I even have a photo of Yui with a cotton candy if you want toââ Satoru shook his head, sighing exasperatedly. âY/N, you left our daughter with a man. You barely know this guy, heâs a newbie in your work and now youâŠâ Rubbing a hand over his face, Satoru looked at you with disappointment but still soft nonetheless.Â
âYou couldâve let him get that toy for Yui if he was such a man, made him buy in that crowded place for you.â You stayed silent, understanding where heâs coming from but the fact that he has this photo is setting you off.Â
âHe was about to. But I beat him to it because itâs always been like that for me.â You tried to explain before continuing, âWho sent you that, Satoru?â Satoru stared at you, contemplating.Â
âMy mom came to my house.â Now you know why he was in such a state. You bit your lip, wanting to cry out of frustration. Her restraining order lasted six months. You know thereâs no way you could tear Satoruâs mother away from his life but you just want him to stop being tied to her apron strings.
He told you about how his mother came to him a few hours ago. He initially told her he was not yet ready to talk to her again, but was intrigued when she said she ran into Yui and a man at the park.Â
âWere you following them?â He didnât try hiding his accusatory gaze. âNo, son! Believe me, I was just afraid that Y/N would panic if she saw me. But I saw her leave Yui with this man.â She looked so different from before. Satoru almost wanted to cry to her despite the pain she caused him, ask her why she did that. But he has to be tough.Â
âYou may go, Mom. I will talk to Y/N about it.â He attempted to close the gate but she kept getting closer to him, âWhen will I see my granddaughter? I miss her so much. And you, my SonâŠâ Her teary eyes were still too much for Satoru, he looked away shaking his head. âI donât know. Not now.â With that, he closed the door.Â
âI donât want you to think that Iâm just simply buying her words, thatâs why I came here to talk to you,â Satoru reassured you, âI know you didnât mean to leave Yui like that but please, justâŠâ Before he could even finish, you already answered, kind of relieved that this didnât end with the slamming of doors again. âI know, I just got used to doing stuff for her myself. Iâm sorry.â With that, the misunderstanding was cleared.
You didnât think this would be followed by a string of events that would once again mess up your slowly glowing life. âWhy are you here?â Your phone was in your hand as you blocked the door, your fingers found the emergency dial and immediately called Satoru. âI just want to see my Yui. I know I messed up Y/N, I just want to see my only grandkid.â You just canât bring yourself to let her in.
âSatoruâŠcan you come over? Right now. Your motherâs here.â You can hear his heavy sigh from the other end, âDonât let her in. Wait for me.â And just as Satoru arrived his mother cried on his chest. âSon, I know I did wrong things but how can you treat me like I would harm your child?â Satoruâs hold on her arm was gentle but firm.Â
Holding her to his chest as she breaks down, she looks at you with eyes that bear his agony. You canât blame him for thatâs his mother. But youâre desire to protect your child was greater. âI will only allow it for a few minutes, Satoru.â You wiped Yuiâs face, peeking at the door to see his mother sitting on a monoblock chair with her head down.
âI know. I understand and Iâm sorry. Sit with us if that would make you feel more at ease about this. Iâm here, Y/N.â Hearing this from Satoru calmed you a bit, but it didnât take away your worries. You just prayed that this would end soon.Â
The last straw was the humiliation she caused you in front of your friends and strangers at a cafe. You were caught off guard and were almost torn down again but you stood your ground.Â
âYou dare leave your daughter at home just to mingle around? Y/N, what kind of a mother are you?â Your friends attempted to break it off, trying everything they could just to get his mother off your back. You shouldâve just called the police that day.Â
âWhat do you know about being a mother when you set up your own son for assault?!â You answered back, garnering whispers from strangers. âThis is not about me! This is about you leaving your daughter just to fuck around!â It was only a matter of time before the guards dragged the two of you out of the cafe.Â
âOut of all the days, she really chose the time when Satoruâs overseas for work!â You cried, fixing your hair on the way home. âYou gotta protect yourself and Yui from that woman, Y/N.â Your friends looked at you with concern. That woman brings nothing but misfortune to you and your life.Â
The moment you got home, you called Satoru immediately. âIâm filing a case whether you like it or not, Satoru. Iâm tired of this.â You cried, âI know, Y/N. Iâm so sorry but please just wait for me to get back. Iâll help you when Iâm back, I promise.â You couldnât go out for a few days after that, it also took everything to stop your mother from committing a crime.Â
And now, just a week after that, you almost lost your reason for living.Â
You had to get another set of utensils after Yui dropped hers. When you returned, you saw her walking out of the cafeâs door. Satoruâs mother held the door open, using a pack of candy to lure the child out.
Youâve never run so fast in your life. You fought with all your might but she beat you to it, carrying Yui and attempting to take her away. âIf you werenât in our lives, Satoru wouldâve been fine!â She screamed at you, pulling at the crying kid. You were so terrified and angry that you started to shake. You chose to scream for help rather than answer back, afraid that youâd lose your baby.
When people started rushing towards you, she immediately took off. You didnât bother to see if she was captured, you just ran, desperate to save your child. After calling your mom, youâve made your decision. You attempted to call Satoru but he was unreachable. You tried to understand that he was working and he didnât even know this was happening.Â
And when he finds out, heâd probably only try to hold you back and you donât think you can do that. You canât be in a place where your daughterâs unsafe. You knew you had to leave. Your daughterâs cries tell you that you have to leave. The scratches in her arms tell you that you have to leave. And thatâs what you did, albeit without a clear place in mind.Â
You left with your mother and thatâs all Satoru knows too.Â
Going home from his trip, Satoru didnât even go back to his house. He went straight to yours and as if his fears came to life, you werenât there. He tried calling you but it doesnât even ring. He looked everywhere, asked around, and even went to Tojiâs to beg him but he didnât know too. His nightmare came true and the beat of his heart felt like it was slowing down with each day that passed without news about you.
All he knows is that the last time you were here, Yui almost got kidnapped by her own grandmother.Â
He knows how protective you are of Yui. No wonder you disappeared. Satoru partially blames himself for not coming home when you called him crying. You probably thought he would put you off again. You probably thought heâd choose his mother again and honestly, he canât blame you after all that heâs done in the past.
Satoru was broken, and the love he used to have for his mother turned into disgust and hate. His father helped him with his motherâs case. She was sent to jail after witnesses including your friends testified. His sleepless nights were endless. His search for his family was ceaseless too.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Three years have passed since that, and you promised yourself that you would only believe that you and Satoru are meant to be together if he found you. If he didnât, then maybe itâs better to let it go. After everything, you just canât help but feel like the heavens are intentionally trying to separate the two of you.
But here you are, proven wrong when you bumped into a white-haired guy with tired blue eyes as you exited the store.
âY/N?â
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Wild, Wild West đ
Introduction fic for my cowboy OC idea. I hope you guys like this. This was in my drafts for at least half a year, haha.
Pairing: Yandere Cowboy x City Girl! Reader
Format: Short fic; 1.4k words
WARNING(S): Yandere themes, possessive, minor insecurity from reader.
Synopsis: Jealousy, Jealousy, read all about it! When in a new environment, insecurities are bound to surface. Why don't you go get you a drink to simmer down a bit?
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
The old Texas sun was relentless, harsher than usual, beating down on the skin of those poor townspeople just going about their day. Its temper reminded you of your late grandmother, always nagging and pestering like there was no tomorrow.
You found refuge near the large clumps of hay by the stables. The smell was familiarâunpleasant, sure, but nothing you couldnât handle.
Why the hell were you out here? Damn you for wanting to tag along, keeping that big oaf company. He couldnât stop poking fun at you, pushing you past your limits. It was like he knew you inside and out, from the surface of your pampered skin to the depths of your fluttering heart. For a man who wasnât too fond of school, he sure seemed to study you a lot.
And speak of the devil. He wiped dirt and grime off the worn denim that hung low at his waist. âWhatâs the matter, darlinâ?â he called out, glancing over his shoulder to meet your eyes. âYou donât look too hot.â
Hell, that was an understatement.
He sauntered over, slipping his hat off his head. His long strides had him at your side in moments, staring down at your seated position. Pushing his deep auburn hair from his damp skin, he squatted next to you. âWhatâs the matter?â he asked, placing the hat back on his head.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, torn between telling him and keeping your annoyance to yourself. You werenât even doing any heavy lifting, just spectating, but somehow, that made the heat even worse.
âItâs hot,â you mumbled, swallowing your pride.
âThen take your shirt off.â He grinned, raising a brow. âItâs just you ân me today, and itâs not like I havenât seen you without it anyhowââ
âStop!â you shouted, hugging your knees to your chest. If not for the heat, youâd have flushed even redder.
âAlright, suit yourself.â Jamie smirked, planting a kiss on your temple before rising to his feet in one swift motion. He turned back to his polished truck, the one he treated like gold. Sometimes, you swore he loved that hunk of metal more than anything, but youâd soon learn that his world revolved around you.
Your eyes followed his back, tracing the way his muscles moved with each twist of the wrench. Jamie was a tease, but damn if he wasnât easy on the eyes. Your gaze drifted to the tattoos scattered across his tanned skin, lingering on the intricate, slightly faded markings near his jugularâyour name, carved right there. The sight of it made you hot all over, and you found yourself popping open a few buttons.
You had told that stubborn fool not to get it, warning him that tattoos were permanent and took hours of pain to remove.
âWhyâre you sayinâ something like that?â heâd chuckled back then. âItâll be a cold day in hell before I get this baby removed, sugarplum.â
The memory made you want to laugh. Jamie was as stubborn as a bullâand as big as one too. Too bad all that stubbornness would be the death of him. Not literally, of course.
âYou wanna help me with the cattle? Think they need some lovinâ, too.â
You tilted your head, a spark of hope flaring up. Maybe he was serious about wanting your help, about spending time togetherâmaybe he was letting you be part of this place, tending to your shared home. But then he shrugged.
âOr I could get Mary Anne to come by. Sheâs always good with âemâknows her way around horses like she was born with âem.â
Mary Anne. Just the mention of her name made your blood boil. Youâd seen herâall soft curls and sweet smiles, the kind of girl who fit right in here. Unlike you.
Your lips thinned, the jealousy rising like a rattlesnake. âOh, is that so?â you asked, trying to keep your voice even despite the bitterness creeping in. âMary Anne this, Mary Anne thatâwhy donât you just go on and ask her, then, since sheâs not a âcity girlâ?â
Jamieâs eyes narrowed. âHey now, whatâs got you so riled up, sugar?â
âWhatâs got me riled up?â you snapped, rising to your feet. âYou know damn well, Jamie. You think I donât notice how you bring her up every time itâs my turn to help?â
You took a deep breath. âI know Iâm not as capable as the others, but this is my home too. Iâve been here for over a year, and you still donât ask me to help.â
He rolled his eyes, sighing as he straightened up, towering over you. âAw, hell, [Name]. You actinâ like this âcause youâre on the rag or somethinâ? Ainât no need to get all hot ân bothered over nothinâ.â
The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, disbelief turning into a wave of fury. âYou think thatâs what this is about?â you hissed, your voice sharp as a knife. âYou think that just because Iâm upset, itâs gotta be because of that?â
Jamie shrugged, unfazed, and that was the last straw. You spun on your heel, the dusty ground kicking up beneath your boots as you stormed off. âGo on and call her, then!â you shouted over your shoulder. âIâm sure sheâs just itching to help you!â
You didnât wait for his response. You marched across the sunbaked field, fists clenched tight. You needed to get awayâsomewhere he wasnât. The barn blurred into blobs of red as tears stung at the corners of your eyes. But you werenât about to let him see you cry. Not now, not ever.
This is not where you wanted to end up. An old, run-of-the-mill saloon on a Friday night, surrounded by drunkards and divorcees, the air thick with the stench of stale tobacco. Voices murmur, glasses clink, and the laughter around you is harsh and grating. To hell with it all. To hell with them.
The whiskey settles in your veins, warm and familiar as you lean against the sticky bar. Neon lights flicker, casting a red glow across your half-empty glass, and you blink to clear your vision. You know youâve had too much, but the nightâs long, and the noise makes it easy to drown out everything.
"Fuck," you mutter, rubbing your temples.
Youâve never been much of a drinker. After moving to the countryside to be with Jamie, life on the ranch demanded your focus. Jamie hated liquor, practically despised it.
Dammit, [Name], forget about him. You shake the thought away.
âNow, darlinâ, looks like your glass is âbout empty,â a smooth, slow drawl cuts through your thoughts. The man tilts the brim of his hat back just enough for you to catch a glint in his eyesâcold, calculating, like a snake. âWhy donât you let me get you another?â
Oh, right. You werenât exactly alone.
âSound good?â he asks again, his voice dripping with intentions youâre too drunk to untangle, coaxing you with the rough pad of his thumb tracing over your knuckles.
You hum. âThank you.â
For a moment, you try to recall his nameâMichael? Richard? Ashton? Danny? None of them sound right. Nothing about him feels familiar. Just another face in the blur. You decide heâs irrelevant.
"You donât want it to get cold now, do ya?"
A voice in your head tells you to stop, to head home before you cross a line. Something about him makes your stomach churn, but you blame it on the alcohol. It doesnât take much persuasion before you reach for the glass.
The liquor is bitter but good. But once it slips down your throat, the room spins. You blink hard, trying to steady yourself.
The barstool creaks as you sway, gripping the counter for balance. The strangerâs grin stretches wider, eyes watching you like a hawk. You know you shouldnât have taken that drink, but itâs too late. The world starts tilting.
You turn, ready to brush off the man beside you, when you hear the heavy boots. They echo on the old floorboards, slow and deliberate, each step sending a chill down your spine. Then, a hand rests on your shoulder, the grip firm, possessive.
âTakinâ drinks from strangers now, sugar?â His voice is low, a whisper against your ear. âWhyâd you go and do that for? You know better.â
Jamie.
His breath is warm, almost too close, as his fingers dig into your shoulder just enough to keep you anchored. The strangerâs hand pulls back, and you catch the flicker of fear in his eyes.
Jamieâs fingers tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to warn. âAinât polite to drink without me, darlinâ.â His tone is calm, but thereâs a tension in it, like a leash pulled too tight.
You look up at him, the soft light catching the curve of his grin. The cowboy hat sits low, loose curls brushing the nape of his neck, his button-up shirt hugging the broad stretch of his shoulders. His forearms, tanned and strong, are exposed as his sleeves are rolled up. His eyes, thoughâdark and unreadableâpin you in place. Thereâs a hunger in them, one that makes your skin prickle.
He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping off the smudge of your lipstick. His grin widens, revealing sharp canines that peek between his lips. Itâs friendly enoughâtoo friendly. Like the way foxes smile when theyâre circling prey.
âMm, youâre drunk.â He says it like itâs a fact heâs already known for hours. âHow much you had tonight, sugarplum?â
You stare at your glass, pretending you donât know. You donât want to admit to your carelessness.
Jamie chuckles, a low, knowing sound. âSo, quite a bit, huh?â
His laugh is loud, and it feels like a warning. He leans in, his hand settling on your hip, fingers curling possessively. âAnd flirtinâ with some nobody at the bar. Thatâs new.â His eyes narrow. âSo, you gonna tell me who he is?â
The stranger shifts uneasily, glancing between you and Jamie. His bravado fades, and he mumbles, âLook, I didnât mean no harm. Just thought she could use some company.â
Jamie doesnât even look at him. His eyes are locked on yours, sharp and unyielding. âAinât that sweet?â he says, his voice soft, but his grip on your hip tightens, like heâs claiming a prize. âBut I think sheâs got all the company she needs.â
The man hesitates, looks like heâs weighing his options, then backs off with a muttered apology, disappearing into the crowd.
The world tilts again, and youâre struggling to stay upright. The bar fades around you, the noise drowning in the back of your mind. The room swims, and your vision blurs, the faces blending into nothing but shadows.
Jamieâs presence feels suffocating. His eyes linger on you, dark and intent, like heâs waiting for something. Like heâs testing you. And you know, deep down, that he doesnât just hate you drinkingâhe hates you here, surrounded by people who arenât him.
âLetâs get you home, darlinâ.â His tone is almost gentle, but thereâs an edge beneath it, something possessive and unyielding.
Before you can protestâbefore the room spins againâheâs there, pulling you into him, lifting you off your feet like you weigh nothing. His arms wrap around your waist, and the world blurs as youâre hoisted over his shoulder, carried out the bar like a prize heâs claimed.
The night air bites at your cheeks as he strides through the darkness, the cold wind cutting through the haze in your mind. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and sure beneath you, and his fingers grip your thigh, possessive and unyielding. Heâs not letting you go.
Everything in you says to fight back, to push away, but he smells like homeâlike honey and oak. The world narrows down to him, the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his touch.
âMan, youâre gettinâ heavy. Eating too much pumpkin pie, huh, sugarplum?â
âFuck you,â you manage, but itâs weak, and the smile he gives you is sharp and satisfied.
You close your eyes, the world tilting again, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into it. Maybe this isnât so bad.
Maybe this is just how itâs meant to be.
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âź naga!Seonghwa Ă fem!Reader wc: 6.3k summary: Y/Nâs naga roommate is still trying to get used to the hustle and bustle of life in the city. He finds it difficult to go out and socialize as monsters arenât socially accepted yet. So he tends to go a little stir crazy and get bored often. dinner time is no different when he suggests they do something fun. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: food & alcohol consumption, snakes, snake behavior (literally. Not metaphorically lol), snake biology and anatomy; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.
a/n: this was originally Wooyoung when I started planning but I couldnât get the idea of naga!Seonghwa out of my head so I swapped him and Woo, giving Wooyoung siren instead. Nagas are one of my favorite creatures/monsters/cryptids. I have a special place in my heart for naga!Idols after writing that Mingi one for the Library of Illusion. Itâs just a fun concept. Thank you for reading! If you like this, please consider reblogging and supporting my writing! The next part is another member of Ateez and itâs going to be an interesting one, so stay tuned! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), table sex, double penetration (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (seonghwa is a snake man with two d!cks, they donât make condoms for snake men. But they do make them for humans. So use them), multiple orgasms (f receiving), use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, etc.), that should be all but of course, let me know if I missed any. kinks: Table/counter sex + double penetration dialogue prompt: ââ Iâm bored. Letâs fuck. ââ
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You stared, dumbstruck, at your roommate as he stared at you with his bright, green, reptilian eyes.
âWhat did you just say?â you asked incredulously as a smirk started to form on his face. âI said,â he started, never taking his eyes off yours. âIâm bored.â Your eyes narrowed as you stared him down. âI meant after that,â you retorted. The smirk on his face grew even more.
âLetâs fuck.â
When he had initially said those words to you, it was after you had returned home from work, excited to have the entire weekend off to relax and unwind. You had been prepared to come home, make dinner, and perhaps curl up on the couch with your favorite bottle of wine.
What you hadnât expected was for your naga roommate to suggest the two of you have sex to combat his boredom. That was the furthest thing from your mind. The idea of fucking your 4.5 meter long naga roommate had not even crossed the threshold of possibilities in your mind.
When you first met Seonghwa, it was like seeing the Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot for the first time. Nothing truly prepares you for seeing a cryptid for the very first time. There are no preparation classes or exams for that kind of thing. You have to rely on your instincts and while every single bone in your body had told you to run, you just couldnât bring yourself to listen.
Despite his monstrous stature and long, snake-like body, Seonghwa was the exact opposite of a monster to you. He was kind, courteous, polite, and quiet. He sometimes had a bit of a chaotic streak but he was great company and you enjoyed every second you spent in his presence.Â
When the Monster Relocation Initiative was enacted, making it illegal to discriminate against sentient humanoids, you found yourself wanting to help in some capacity because of your new budding friendship. You went through the proper channels, signing up for a monster roommate. Somehow, Seonghwa got matched with you and you were beyond excited to have him in your apartment.
Your ridiculously cramped apartment.
Not that it was cramped before, oh no. Before Seonghwa moved in, your apartment was just the right size. Perfect for you, living alone in a historic building renovated into apartments after the Monster Relocation Initiative was announced.
To you, your apartment was exactly the right size⊠for a single occupant. But add a 4.5 meter long snake-man and it started to get cramped real quick.
Not that you were complaining. On the contrary, you wouldnât have it any other way. Seonghwa may technically be a monster but he was the furthest thing from scary. Was he capable of wrapping you in his strong coils, squeezing the life out of you and eating you whole? Probably, but you knew he would never do that.
The difference between most monsters and the ones protected in the M.R Initiative was that the humanoids were sentient, capable of intelligent thought and able to learn and distinguish the difference between right and wrong. Could Seonghwa kill you in your sleep? Of course, he was fully capable of that. But would he? No.
This integral difference between most monsters and the humanoids allowed most of them to get jobs and integrate into society. It was illegal to discriminate in any way against them, denying them employment, housing, or entry to establishments was punishable by law. They were legally members of society with citizenship cards, IDs and the right to vote.
Socially, however, was another matter entirely. While they couldnât be denied jobs for being who they were, many places of employment found entirely valid, albeit bogus, reasons not to hire humanoids. This had been the subject of many of your conversations with Seonghwa by this point.
He often complained of boredom, being cooped up in the apartment all day. It was a difficult subject and rather sensitive for him. His lack of employment. Since Seonghwa moved into your place, youâd taken on most, if not all, of the financial responsibility, paying all the bills, buying all the household groceries and supplies. Again, you werenât complaining entirely. You enjoyed having Seonghwa around.
He did wonders for your mental health, which was why you often sat and listened to his complaints.
The topic of unemployment had come up again while you sat at your dining room table, where you were finishing up your dinner, Seonghwa having finished a long time ago. He had been talking about his day spent inside while you were outside, at work. He complained of the boredom and you listened patiently.
âCome on, Y/N!â he whined for the nth time that day. âI'm so bored!â You swallowed your mouthfuls of noodles before giving him an apologetic look. âHwa,â you said calmly, setting your fork down as you finished your meal. âWhy don't you try again and find another job?â
His lack of employment wasnât entirely his fault. Heâd been extremely diligent in the beginning, applying for a plethora of jobs he was more than qualified for. He managed to secure job interviews left and right but each time after the interview, the result was the same and after almost a year of numerous failures to secure a job, Seonghwa became more and more dejected. More depressed.
While being legally accepted into society, Seonghwa was still not accepted socially due to his monstrous size and form. Heâd been passed over again and again for job simply because he looked different. The more human the humanoids looked, the more likely they were to blend in and while the top part of Seonghwa was human enough, the other three meters of him was all too telling of his nature.
It had been well over a year since Seonghwa started living with you and while you were financially capable of handling the household bills until he did manage to land a job, Seonghwa was berating and beating himself up for it. He often snuck into your bed, at least as much of his body that would fit, and the two of you would stay up, talking late into the wee hours of the morning.
Most of his concerns circulated the same train of thought: finding a job and establishing himself as a member of society. He hated the isolation that his previous life forced on him, living all alone in the caves in the mountains with no one to talk to, being confined to the caves and starving until some poor creature wandered into his lair. He hated every second of it.
It was nice, having a warm body near you, and while Seonghwa wasnât the cuddliest creature, he did tend to wrap you up in his embrace, mainly to keep from pushing you off your bed with the rest of his huge, elongated body. The amount of heat between your bodies on some of the colder nights was nice but it left you wondering what the line between you was and had you crossed it already.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about Seonghwa in that way. More than once you had walked in on him showering, water running down his human torso as he tried to wash only his hair and not get his scales wet. Not because he couldn't get wet but because he didn't want trail water everywhere.
You pushed the inappropriate thoughts aside as your friend started to speak.
âWhat's the point?â he muttered. âAll I get is rejected. By jobs, by society, by everyone.â
You felt your heart sink. Your poor best friend. He was such a bright, bubbly person-- monster? He had so much love to give so to see him so down pulled at your heartstrings. You set your chopsticks down and reached across your tiny table to place a gentle hand over his that rested on the wooden surface.
Seonghwa looked from your hand up to meet your gaze as you smiled warmly at him. âI don't reject you,â you said softly. Seonghwa accepted your gesture, taking your hand in both of his hands and bringing it to his face, turning your hand over and pressing your palm against his cheek. âI know,â he whispered. âThank you.â
As quickly as it started, the tender moment was over when your phone buzzed violently against the table. Using your free hand, you grabbed the device as Seonghwa stared wide-eyed, his slit-like pupils widening to twice their normal width. âUgh. What part of working hours do my bosses not understand,â you grumbled, reading over your supervisor's text.Â
âItâs the weekend and nearly nine at night,â you added as you read over more of the message. âWell, at least I can handle this from home,â you continued when Seonghwa didn't reply.
You glanced up, mid-text, to see why he wasn't responding. He was looking at your phone, a far off look in his eyes. âHwa?â you called gently. He seemed to snap out of it and look up at you. âAre you alright?â you asked softly. Seonghwa nodded, eyes fixating on your phone again. âThat sound,â he started, voice barely above a whisper. You looked down at your phone and back up to your friend.
âThe vibration? Oh shit! I totally forgot!â you said quickly changing the vibration settings on your phone. In the wild, snakes sense the world by vibration and heat signatures. Seonghwa was no different. He'd told you in the beginning how highly sensitive to vibrations he was. He also can see in the dark using heat.
âIt's not that,â Seonghwa said suddenly. âIt reminded me of⊠nevermind,â he said after a brief pause. You could tell something was on his mind. Not wanting him to feel like he couldn't talk to you, you locked your phone screen before setting the device back on the table, face down and giving Seonghwa your undivided attention.
âNo,â you started. âIt's okay, you can tell me.â
You noticed how Seonghwa's cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of peach. âNo,â he said nonchalantly, waving his hand. âIt's nothing.â
You stared at him, waiting for him to feel the weight of your stare which took less than three seconds. âYou know you can tell me anything,â you replied kindly. âYou know I'll never judge you.â Seonghwa gave you a very pointed stare, raising one eyebrow.
âOkay, except for that one time I saw you swallow three whole rotisserie chickens at the store, I won't judge you.â
A familiar smile broke over your roommate's face as he remembered the day in question. âThe look on your face was priceless,â he mused, a giggle escaping him. You rolled your eyes.
âYeah, but the chickens werenât,â you retorted, causing Seonghwa to burst into laughter. âI know, I'm sorry,â he said between giggles. âI promise I'll pay you back!â You joined him in his laughter a moment later, shaking your head as he laughed loudly.
The laughter eventually subsided and you got up to clear the table, moving to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Seonghwa followed, leaning on his elbows against the kitchen island while he watched you. It was only a few dishes you needed to wash and once you set them aside and removed the gloves, you turned to find Seonghwa staring you down, his green eyes exploring your form.
âHwa?â you called to him, drawing his attention slowly back up to meet your gaze. You saw the tip of his long tongue, which was remarkably human in color and forked, dart out to lick his lips. âIâm bored,â he said, making you roll your eyes as you moved to the fridge, your fingers wrapping around the handle only for his next words to make you freeze.
âLetâs fuck.â
You had been staring at him for a good five minutes, equal parts shocked and confused by his sudden proposal. âWhat did you just say?â you asked, your voice cracking as a smirk spread across his face. âI said Iâm bored,â he repeated, trying to play coy. You shook your head. âI meant after that.â
Seonghwaâs smirk only grew as he stared at you, his eyes seeming to glow slightly. âLetâs fuck,â he repeated, his words taking all the breath from your lungs. Never had he been so bold. Heâd never been so forward with you before. You felt a wave of heat course through your body, spreading from your core to your extremities and settling in the pit of your stomach.
âWhat⊠why⊠howâŠâ you tried three times to ask a question but each time, the words failed you. Seonghwa tilted his head with a mischievous smile. âSnake got your tongue?â he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. âI â uhâŠâ you trailed off, cheeks burning under his gaze.
âAre you always this eloquent?â Seonghwa asked jokingly. âWhat prompted this?â you finally managed to choke out. Seonghwa shrugged, leaning back up. You could hear the coils of his snake body slide over the wooden floor, the boards creaking slightly under his weight.
âIâve thought about it all day actually,â he said simply. âThought about what?â you asked, your voice cracking again. âFucking you when you got home.â
Coughing overtook you as you accidentally inhaled your own spit. Seonghwa was by your side in an instant, guiding you to sit down at the table and offering you your glass from the table. You took a couple sips while he rubbed your back soothingly. âDoes the idea of fucking me gross you out that much?â he joked. You quickly shook your head.
âThat's not it,â you replied quickly, voice raspy from the choking and coughing. âI'm not opposed at all actually.â
You stopped, turning to look at Seonghwa who was now smirking at you, a devilish grin on his face. âOh really now?â he asked softly, tilting his head. âThought about me in that way, have you?â
Your face burned again, cheeks growing warm as you nervously pulled at the collar of your shirt. âIs it warm in here?â you murmured, looking down at your bowl full of broth that was now definitely cold.
Seonghwa's smirk grew. âIt's a little warm,â he answered, reaching up to brush your cheek before leaning in, lips inches from your ear. âBut it's about to get a whole lot hotter.â
You stared at the naga as he continued to smirk at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. âW-what do you mean?â
Seonghwa leaned his upper torso on the table, the bottom snake half of his body resting on the wooden floor, the boards creaking beneath his weight. He cocked his head, still smirking. âIt means,â he started, eyes quickly scanning your frame before darting back up to meet your gaze. âThat I'm bored.â
His answer was anticlimactic and that must have showed on your face because he quickly held up a finger, making you wait. âLet me elaborate,â he added. You nodded, motioning for him to continue speaking. He lowered his finger, again scanning you quickly.
âI've always found you insanely attractive for a human. Normally your kind grosses me out or maybe they just annoy me,â he said, bringing his hand up to tap his chin thoughtfully. âRegardless,â he continued. âYou're the first human to treat me with kindness and aren't bothered by my⊠unconventional appearance.â
You opened your mouth to protest his word choice but he simply took your chin in his hand, halting your movements. "Don't deny it," he stated, giving you a stern look. âYou know that other humans aren't so keen on my kind. I don't look human enough for them. It's why no one will hire me and why you've been covering my ass all this time.â
Again you tried to speak but he gave your head a gentle shake.
âI'm still talking, sweetheart,â he continued, his voice dropping an octave. Heat rushed between your thighs at the sound of his deep husky tone of his voice. You tried to discreetly squeeze your thighs together but Seonghwa had always been so perceptive.
âBack to what I was saying,â he said, a smirk returning to his lips as he rested his free hand on your thigh. âI find you exceptionally attractive. Everything about you is enticing. Your voice, your eyes, your smileâŠâ he trailed off, eyes lowering to your thighs clenching together. âEven your scent,â he rasped.
You let out a tiny gasp as you felt the pointed tips of his nails dig slightly into the exposed flesh of your thigh. âAnd judging by your reactions and what you said moments ago, you clearly are attracted to me,â he continued, glancing back up.
You pulled your bottom lip gently between your teeth as he eyed you. âIsn't that right?â he asked, tilting his head. You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. âAnd so let me rephrase my earlier statement,â Seonghwa said, moving his hand from your chin to grab the back of your neck.
âI'm bored. Letâs fuck.â
You had no chance to respond, only gasp before your voice was muffled, Seonghwa closing the short distance between your lips and taking you in a searing kiss.
The hand on your thigh held steady, fingers squeezing your thigh as Seonghwa parted your lips with his and his tongue slipped into your mouth. One of the more unsettling features was his forked tongue. You'd never felt it before but you were surprised it was soft, almost like a human tongue only forked and much longer.
Seonghwa pulled back much too quickly for your liking, chuckling when you attempted to pull him back in for another kiss. âEasy, sweetheart,â he murmured. âI'm not going anywhere.â
You whined when he dodged another one of your attempts to kiss him. âHwa!â you whined but he merely chuckled before pushing your centerpiece and other table decorations from the surface. They fell to the floor with a clatter while you stared wide eyed at your roommate.
âAre you ins-â
âGet on the table,â Seonghwa ordered, stopping you in your thoughts. You blinked incredulously at him. âO-on the table?â you stammered. He nodded, standing up straight. Looking at the now clear surface, you looked back at him. âWh-why?â
âBecause,â he said in a growl, the hand on your thigh sliding up under your loose shorts. âThis is the dinner table and I'm hungry.â
You quickly scrambled up, ignoring the way the table creaked as you scooted into position. Seonghwa was quick to pull off the shirt he was wearing. He only wore it around you at your insistence. His naked, toned torso was distracting at times.Â
âTake these off,â he ordered, tugging at the hem of your shorts.Â
You moved at lightning speed, pursuing the material down and discarding it on the floor. âThese too,â Seonghwa continued, running his thumb over the thin material of your panties. You were about to comply when an idea popped into your head.Â
âYou take them off,â you retorted.Â
Seonghwa eyed you, squinting suspiciously before he leaned over, towering over your form. âIf I take them off, I'll ruin them,â he replied. âYou really want that?â You shook your head. âControl your strength,â you answered. âTease me. Seduce me.â Seonghwa laughed out loud. âYou're lying on your back all but presenting yourself to me on the table, sweetheart,â he stated. âI think I've already seduced you.âÂ
Wordlessly, you sat up, pushing him back. âThen I guess I'll get dressed again,â you replied, moving to drop to the floor but Seonghwa stopped you, fingers wrapping around your throat lightly. âLike hell you will. You want me?â he asked, eyes burning into yours. You swallowed thickly against his hand, nodding slowly.
âThen you're gonna lie back, spread your legs and let me tease you until you're begging me for my cock,â he continued. Almost as if his words were hypnotizing, you slowly laid back as his hand slid from your neck and down your chest to the hem of your shirt.
He pushed it up as he leaned over. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips leave light kisses down your stomach. âYou want me to tease you?â he asked softly. âI'll tease you, alright?â
You let out a soft moan as his kisses moved further and further, skipping over your core and starting at your knee. You chanced a glance at him, moaning loudly as your gaze met his. His lips parted in a grin before he continued kissing down the inside of your thigh, stopping to nip at the sensitive skin, making you gasp.
âGod, I can smell you,â he groaned, burying his nose into your core. âI can't wait anymore,â he growled, pulling back, grabbing the sides of your panties and pulling them down your legs, leaving a trail of arousal smeared down your inner thigh. âI need to taste you.â
Before you could respond, Seonghwa had your legs over his shoulders and face buried in between them, tongue easily slipping between your folds. You gasped out, hands moving to his hair and gripping tightly. âHoly fuck, Seonghwa!â you gasped.
He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations to his tongue. âI'm going to ruin oral for you,â he murmured, pulling back to look at your glistening sex. âFrom now on, only I will be able to eat you out. No one else will be able to compare.â
You moaned again as his tongue returned to your clit, the appendage wriggling and teasing the sensitive nub. "Hwa," you whined, chest heaving as you panted. His hands pushed your thighs further apart, opening more of you up to him. âDon't worry, sweetheart,â he replied. âYou'll cum eventually.â
You felt his tongue prod at your hole and almost as soon as he found it, his tongue was slithering its way in, making you whimper, walls clenching as his tongue explored your pussy. âS-Seonghwa!â you cried out, back arching off the hardwood. He pulled back before your orgasm washed over you, making you whimper in protest. âBe patient,â he said simply as he gave you another devilish smirk.
His tongue was back on you in an instant, flicked your clit as his claws dug further into your skin but not enough to make you bleed. You knew you were going to bruise from his insane grip. Your fingers tightened their hold on his hair as he ran his tongue up and down your clit, the forked, pointed tip a strange contrast to the oddly human feeling of the muscle.
Your hips started to buck, rolling against his face as your orgasm approached once more. Seonghwa groaned, letting you rut against his tongue, keeping his head still for a moment before he grabbed your hips, pinning them down against the wood as he went back in, lapping at your clit in rapid movements until the tension that had been building finally snapped like a rubber band and your climax washed over you.
You let out a moan that bordered on a whine as you tugged at Seonghwaâs hair, trying to pull him away from your sensitive nub as your body jerked in reaction to each drag of his tongue over your swollen clit. âHwa,â you breathed. âPlease. No more.â He obliged instantly, withdrawing from your cunt and kissing a wet path up your body. Stopping at the edge of your black bralette.
This needs to come off,â he murmured, taking the material in his teeth and tugging lightly. âD-donât rip it,â you whispered, moving to sit up on the edge of the table, making him sit up straight and watch as you pulled your shirt off over your head, letting it fall to the floor with your panties. You held his gaze as you pulled your bralette off, letting it also drop to the floor. His eyes left yours, gaze wandering down to take in the sight of your bare chest.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve thought about this,â he said softly, shifting to lean over you, his lips meeting yours in a much slower, more languid kiss as he laid you back against the table, the wood creaking under your combined weights. âWhat if it breaks?â you whispered against his lips.
âThat would be impressive,â he murmured, lips ghosting over yours as he moved to kiss your neck. You could feel something rubbing against your cunt and glanced between your bodies to see the slit at the base of his torso. It was something youâd noticed plenty of times. The bump surrounding the slit wasnât massive but it was still a decent size. It didnât occur to you until then that was where his genitals were located.
Your head fell back against the table as he nipped at and sucked small love bites into the sensitive skin where your neck and shoulder met. âHwa,â you breathed out, back arching slightly, pressing your chest against his. âHmm?â he hummed in response, his tongue gliding over your pulse point and up to the base of your ear. âI need you,â you whispered.
âNeedy little baby,â Seonghwa said as he let out a chuckle and shifted slightly, pressing that mound at the base of his torso against your wet core. âDoes my little angel need me?â he cooed in your ear. âWants me to fuck her?â You nodded, whining as he rutted against you, your arousal smearing over his skin. âThen who am I to deny her?â
He pulled back slightly and you let out a whine of protest but you quickly felt something hot and warm brush against your cunt and gasped. You tried lifting your head but Seonghwa made that impossible, taking you into a searing kiss. âHwa,â you grumbled as his lips left yours. âI wanna see.â
Seonghwa snorted but pulled back slightly. âYou wanna see what?â he asked, tilting his head slightly. âI wanna see it,â you said, trying to look down between your bodies. Seonghwa let out a dry laugh but obliged you, pushing himself up. Your eyes traveled down his lean body until you were met with a sight you were not expecting.
The slit had been split open and not one but two cocks had emerged. They were a pale pink color, the tips slightly red. Whether that coloration was natural or because he was aroused, you had no idea and you werenât sure if you wanted to ask. The general shape was relatively human-like except for the head. The tip of each cock was slightly pointed, the base of the head flaring out a small amount.
The shafts were both mostly smooth with a few prominent veins. White beads of precum oozing from the slits on both. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view, lips parting in awe. Seonghwa watched your expression, keeping an eye on your body language as you eyed him up. He knew he was quite different from a human in this regard and the look on your face was anything but disgust. There was an excited look in your eyes.
And that, in turn, excited him.
âYou done staring?â he asked in an amused tone. Your eyes snapped up to meet his. âSorry,â you whispered as he leaned over you, lips inches from yours. âItâs just so different.â Seonghwan hummed in response, lips brushing against yours as he leaned in closer. âYou like what you see?â he asked softly. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as his lips ghosted over yours before kissing you softly.
âYou want both of them at the same time?â You let out a sound between a moan and a sob. âYes,â you groaned as his lips kissed slowly along your jaw. âI want both of them in me.â Seonghwa held back the growl that rumbled in his chest. âLetâs start with just one,â he murmured in your ear. âOn your stomach for me, baby.â
You quickly got up, turning to face the table. Before you could actually climb onto it, Seonghwa bent you over the edge, pressing your chest against the wooden surface. âIâll go slow,â he said softly as he leaned over your back, the tip of one of his cocks pressing against your cunt. âI promise.â You nodded in response. âI trust you,â you whispered as you felt the very tip of his cock part your folds.
âTell me if I hurt you, okay?â he asked softly. You nodded wordlessly, folding your arms in front of you as he grabbed your hips, stilling behind you as he looked down at where one of his cocks was about to disappear into you. He wasnât lying earlier, he had thought about this moment for a while now.
âOohh shiiiit,â you groaned, burying your face into your forearm as you felt Seonghwa ease the tip of his cock into your cunt. You heard him hiss from behind you. F-fuuuuuuck,â he grunted as he bottomed out, burying all of his length into your walls.
âYou feel so warm,â he muttered, one hand moving to rest against the table, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip. âSâfull,â you whimpered, your walls fluttering around and gripping Seonghwaâs cock as your body tried to adjust and accommodate him.
âYeah?â he asked with a slight chuckle. âYou like that? You like feeling full, baby?â
You responded with a whimper as he pulled back and gave you a gentle and shallow thrust, a deep rumble sounding from his chest. Almost like a purr. âFucking hell, so warm and tight,â he said again, marveling at how strong of a grip you had on him.
âItâs like youâve never been fucked.â
You groaned as he picked up the pace, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust with a slap. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Seonghwa hissed, slowing his hips. âIâm gonna cum if you keep doing that,â he growled.
That being the constricting of your walls around his cock. âI c-canât control that,â you gasped as he gave you a deep thrust. âWell try, damnit,â he huffed. âI donât want this to end before itâs really even started.â You cried out as he gave you another deep thrust. âOoh, thatâs new,â he said cheekily, repeating the same action. âYour neighbors might not enjoy all the sound though.â
You had no chance or urge to respond as he picked up the pace again, pounding into you from behind. âWhat? No snarky comeback this time?â he asked, chuckled as you shook your head, unable to speak. The wood under you creaked as he leaned over, placing his other hand on the table for leverage.
âYou wonât be able to walk when Iâm done with you,â he whispered in your ear. As if to drive his point home, he shoved all of his cock into your cunt and held it there, enjoying the way you struggled against him and whimpered. âFeels that good, huh?â he whispered as you started to relax under him.
You felt the tip of his tail curl around your ankle. âI can feel your heart pounding,â he murmured, lips tailing along your shoulder as his chest dressed against your back. âI can hear it. I can smell you,â he continued. âYouâre really into this, arenât you?â
You nodded, shuddering as he started to pull back and resume thrusting. âI never would have pegged you to be a monster fucker,â he chuckled. You let out a groan as you felt the pad of his thumb press against your asshole. âWhatâre you -ah!â you gasped as he slowly pushed the tip of his thumb into you. âIf you want to take both, I should probably prepare you,â he said softly.
Your walls clenched around his cock and he groaned, movements halting momentarily as he tried to regain his composure. âI told you to stop doing that,â he said in a low voice as he pushed his thumb further into you. You moaned against the wood of the table. Seonghwa quickly withdrew his thumb, letting a drop of spit fall onto your asshole before pushing two fingers into you, making you gasp, your hands balling into fists. âYou okay?â he asked softly as he stilled.
You nodded. The intrusion, while welcome, still stung slightly. Seonghwa gave you a moment to adjust, slowly working your hole open, stretching slightly as he moved his fingers in and out of you. âI donât know if Iâll be able to stretch you fully,â he murmured as he felt his cock inside your walls twitch. âItâs fine.â you said in a breathless voice. âJust put them both in.â
Seonghwa grimaced at the thought of roughly shoving his cock into you, knowing it would hurt you greatly. âNo,â he murmured, shaking his head. âWeâll just have to be patient.â
Your body had started to relax as he moved his fingers in and out of you slowly. After what felt like hours but was definitely only a few hours, he finally pulled his fingers out of you, resuming his thrusting. His pace was slow but the thrusts were powerful, rocking you into the table with each snap. Your hands tried to find purchase on the table as he continued to fuck you against the wooden surface.
âOh fuck this,â Seonghwa suddenly growled, pulling out of you completely. You whined in protest but when he easily flipped you over onto your back you stopped whining. He lined both cocks up with your holes, the first sliding into your cunt easy but the second needed some guidance and coaxing. He managed to ease the tip into your ass, making you gasp as you felt the head of his cock slowly start to stretch you further.
âHey, hey,â he said suddenly, noticing your body tense up. âRelax,â he whispered. âItâs gonna hurt but only for a bit,â he added. You nodded up at him, taking a deep breath and letting out. As you exhaled, he pushed more of the head into you, the flared base of his cockhead stretching you more before it finally slipped snugly inside. Seonghwa paused, letting your body adjust, gently stroking your thighs and whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear.
When you had relaxed even more, Seonghwa continued to push into you, both cocks filling your holes simultaneously. It was an entirely different experience, looking up into his green eyes as he pushed back into you slowly. You tried to maintain eye contact but your eyes betrayed you, rolling back as both cocks bottomed out.Â
âOh I like this more,â he chuckled, stilling as he let you adjust once more. After a few minutes, he started to move, setting a steady pace, pumping into you as he watched your face contort in pleasure. âI like being able to see your face. See the expressions you make as I fuck you,â he said as his pace increased, starting to pound into you.Â
The feeling was foreign but you enjoyed it. Both holes being filled at the same time provided a new type of pleasure, one youâd never even considered before. You knew after this, there would be no going back to normal men or normal sex. Not when you had Seonghwa in your apartment. As if he read your mind, Seonghwa spoke up, repeating the same sentiments youâd thought to yourself.
âI donât think I could give this up,â he groaned, hips hitting the back of your thighs and ass with each powerful thrust he gave you, the sound of skin hitting skin and the wet lewd sounds of his cocks slamming into you filling the apartment. âNow that Iâve had a taste,â he added.
âGonna wanna fill you every night.â You moaned in agreement, knowing that your nightly routines were about to change forever. âWould you let me?â Seonghwa asked breathlessly as his hips stuttered. âYou gonna let me fuck you every night now?â You nodded, moans raising in pitch as he continued to snap his hips, driving his cocks into you.
Your lips parted, a moan falling past them which was soon swallowed by Seonghwa as he leaned down, taking your lips in a messy kiss. His hips never faltered, his thrusts growing erratic as he drove both of you to orgasm. His tail was still curled around your ankle as he gave you a couple more thrusts, throwing you over the edge. Your walls tightened around his cock as you came, pushing him to his own climax.
Each moan you let out he swallowed eagerly as he fucked you both through your respective highs, emptying a ridiculous amount of cum into your abused holes until he finally stopped moving, his thick sticky cum dripping out of you and onto the floor. Neither of you spoke, only panting against each other as you tried to catch your breath and process what just happened.
Seonghwa finally pushed himself up, using the table for support as he looked down at you. âI thinkâŠâ he started, speaking between each labored breath. âWe should get cleaned up.â You nodded, your chest rising and falling with each pant. âI think thatâs a good idea,â you croaked. Seonghwa smirked down at you as you licked your lips and tried to sit up. âWhat?â you asked, noticing the hungry look in his eyes.
âRound two in the shower?â he asked eagerly. You scoffed. âYou just came! And a lot I might add,â you protested, feeling even more of his cum spill out of you. Seonghwa leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips. âYou forget Iâm not human,â he murmured against your lips. âSo?â you asked in between kisses.
âI have a lot more stamina than anyone youâve ever fucked,â he continued, pulling back and giving you another smirk before kissing you once more. You felt heat settle in the pit of your stomach as you remembered the two cocks that had emerged from the slit, both pink with pointed reddened tips. A fresh wave of excitement and arousal coursed through you at the prospect of being filled with both of them, something you had begged for earlier. Seonghwa, sensing your excitement, gave you another couple of kisses.
âAnd besides,â he added. âIâm not done with you just yet.â
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Thirst Tweets
Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)
!Disclaimer! Iâve got a lot going on right now, and Iâm not sure when Iâll be able to get back to writing. There will definitely be more parts, but not this week. I also have two oneshots saved that might go online this week, so donât be surprised if you see them.
I'd be happy about some feedback and just a reminder to you, I have my requests open, so feel free sending some of your ideas! :)
Warnings: tiny bit of fluff and some swearing here and there
Enjoy!
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Returning to New York felt like waking up from a beautiful dream I never wanted to end. Sydney had been a paradise - sunshine, the salty breeze from the ocean, and Hugh. God, Hugh. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, behaving like love-drunk teenagers. Whether it was our sunset strolls by the harbor or cozy nights in, wrapped in blankets, we found ourselves growing closer every day. There was something magical about that time - like we were in a world of our own, free from distractions.
Hugh would sometimes visit his family, leaving me to explore Sydney on my own. Iâd walk through the city, admiring the sights, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. But no matter where I went, I was always thinking about him. It wasnât long before Iâd be back at his place, sharing stories of my solo adventures while he teased me with that wicked smile.
Of course, the paparazzi had a field day. Every moment seemed to be caught on camera - whether we were laughing together at the beach, wandering the streets hand in hand, or lounging in the park. There were endless photos of us everywhere, but I didn't mind. Honestly, I found it kind of funny how we had become some sort of internet sensation. I had even started posting more pictures of Hugh on my socials - candid shots of him with funny, flirty captions. The fans ate it up, especially when I started liking and commenting on their fan edits of Hugh. They said I was fangirling hard, and maybe I was, but could you blame me? The man is perfect.
The hate we used to get was slowly dying down, too. People were starting to root for us. It felt good.
Today, though, was on a whole new level of fun. We were shooting a "Thirst Tweets" video, and it was as chaotic as you'd imagine. The energy in the studio was electric as we settled into the plush chairs, both of us trying to stifle our giggles before the chaos of "Thirst Tweets" began. I glanced over at Hugh, who looked far too calm for what was about to go down, his long fingers tapping lightly on his knee, his face carrying that familiar smirk that always made my heart race. It was like he knew exactly what was coming and how Iâd react.
The first tweet was mine to read. I grabbed the small card from the pile and cleared my throat dramatically. âOkay, here we goâŠâ I scanned the text quickly before bursting into laughter. âOh my God, okay. âI would let y/n punch me in the face just to say Iâve been touched by perfection.â â I couldnât help it - I snorted.
Hugh chuckled beside me, shaking his head. âWeâre starting off strong, arenât we?â he teased.
I leaned over, nudging him with my shoulder. âWhat can I say? I have violent fans.â
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Perfection though? Canât argue with that." he said, giving me a wink that made my face heat up.
It was Hughâs turn next. He grabbed his card, took a quick glance, and then raised an eyebrow at me. âAlright, hereâs a good one. âIâd like to officially announce that Hughâs arms should be declared a public service. Like, those things could end world hunger. Use them for good, sir.â "
I let out a loud laugh, slapping my knee. âSee, this is what Iâm saying! They should be protected. Maybe insured.â
He flexed a little - just enough to make me roll my eyes - and grinned. âIâll take it under consideration.â he joked. The crew behind the camera was already in stitches, but I could tell this was just the beginning.
The next tweet was handed again to Hugh, and he gave it a quick scan before bursting into laughter. "Oh, this one's good. 'Hugh, you can call me baby girl and tell me to sit down, and I would happily obey for the rest of my life.' "
I raised an eyebrow, trying to hold in my laughter. "I mean.. you do have that commanding presence."
He turned to me with a devilish grin, his voice deep and teasing. "You think I should try it out, love? Call you baby girl and see what happens?"
I immediately blushed, my laughter betraying how flustered I was. "Oh no, let's not give the fans more material!"
He chuckled, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Too late, baby."
He took the card with a dramatic flourish, his eyes quickly scanning it before he burst out laughing, almost choking on his words. âOh no, this oneâs for you, love. âY/n really out here fangirling over Hugh like the rest of us. Sheâs one of us now.â â
I groaned, though I couldnât hide my smile. "Listen, I am not fangirling!" I protested weakly, but Hugh gave me a look that said he didnât believe a word of it.
"Oh, you totally are!" he teased, nudging me playfully. âYouâre in deep.â
I shot back with a grin. âOkay, maybe Iâm a little obsessed with you. Can you blame me?â
The crew behind the camera was losing it by now, and I could hear some of them whispering amongst themselves, probably trying to stifle their own laughter. But we were just getting started.
I grabbed another card, still grinning. "Hugh could choke me with his biceps, and I'd die happy."
Hugh started laughing again, clearly enjoying himself. "There's a lot of love for my arms in this, isn't there?"
I looked at him, pretending to be serious. "I mean, have you seen your arms?"
He flexed again, playing it up for the camera. "I guess I have no choice but to deliver." I snorted loudly and leaned against him while laughing and hiding my face behind my right hand.
Hugh took the next tweet, shaking his head in amusement. âAlright, hereâs a spicy one. âHugh, please, just throw me against a wall. Like, Iâm begging you.ââ He read it in such a deadpan tone that I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.
He raised an eyebrow at me as I tried to compose myself. âWell?â
I fanned myself dramatically. âThatâs a strong request, but relatable."
Hugh opened his mouth to say something but instead snorted with laughter and shaking his head. "Unbelievable."
I picked up the next card, already giggling before I even read it aloud. " 'Y/nâs laugh could cure my depression, I swear. She could rob a bank and Iâd still be like, wow, what a cute laugh!' "
Hugh looked over at me, grinning. âSee? You do have a cute laugh.â
I shrugged, trying to play it cool even though my cheeks were burning. âI mean, if it works for bank robberies, maybe I should test it out.â
He gave me a look, smirking. âIâm not bailing you out.â
âI wouldnât expect you to." I replied, laughing. âIâd just charm my way out of it.â
I grabbed the next card from the pile, glancing over at Hugh before reading it aloud. "Y/n, how do I sign up to be your sugar baby? I don't need much - just a little attention and maybe to sleep on Hugh's abs as a pillow."
Hugh let out a loud laugh, his eyes widening. "My abs, huh?" He leaned back, pretending to flex for a moment before winking at the camera. "I didn't realize they had so many applications."
I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to hide my grin. "I mean, you have to admit, they're not wrong. Those abs could solve a lot of problems."
He smirked, leaning in closer to me, his voice dropping a bit. "Is that what you think about every time you cuddle me, baby? Using me as your personal pillow?"
I nudged him, trying not to laugh. "What can I say? I'm resourceful."
The next few tweets were just as wild, some downright inappropriate but in a way that had us both cracking up. Hugh read a particularly bold one aloud: " 'Hugh in that leather jacket⊠sir, Iâm on my knees. What do I need to do to get you to ruin my life?' " He paused, glancing over at me with a devilish grin. âWhat do they need to do?â
I covered my face, laughing into my hands. âOh God. This is escalating so much!â
He looked at the camera and lowering his voice. âMaybe just say âplease?â â
The crew burst out laughing again, and I could see the camera shaking slightly as the person filming struggled to keep it steady. By this point, even the sound guy was wiping away tears of laughter.
Hugh grabbed the next tweet from the pile, his eyes quickly scanning it before a sly grin spread across his face.
"Okay," he began, in that rich voice that could melt butter, "Hereâs a fun one: âHugh Jackman could breathe in my direction, and Iâd immediately drop to my knees, ready to serve.â"
I let out an involuntary snort, burying my face in my hands. "Oh my!" I gasped between fits of giggles. "They went straight for it!"
Hugh, trying to maintain composure, turned toward the camera with a half smile. "Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm." he said, and then turned to me. "Is that something I should be adding to my skill set?"
I swatted his arm playfully, still laughing. "Please, letâs not turn this into a live demonstration."
Hugh chuckled and nodded towards the camera. âFair enough. But hey, Iâm flattered."
I grabbed the next tweet, scanning it quickly and feeling my face heat up even more. "Oh, this oneâs good. âY/nâs legs are so long, they could wrap around me twice, and Iâd happily suffocate.â"
Hugh let out a low whistle, his eyes flicking down to my legs and back up to my face with a teasing grin. "I mean, theyâre not wrong." he quipped, making the entire crew laugh again.
I gave him a playful serious look. "Careful, you might encourage more of this behavior."
He laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Too late."
I passed the next tweet to him, still trying to suppress my laughter. Hugh's eyebrows shot up when he read it. âOh, wow, okay. âHugh could literally break me in half, and Iâd say thank you.ââ He paused, a devilish grin creeping onto his face as he looked up at me. âIâm sensing a theme here.â
The crew behind the camera was howling at this point again, and I could barely breathe through the laughter. "I mean⊠who wouldn't be thankful?" I teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
Hugh laughed, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. "Should I be concerned for you people, orâŠ?â
"Concerned, maybe. Grateful, definitely,â I replied, still giggling.
He handed me the next card, his smirk widening. âYour turn. Letâs see if it gets wilder.â
I took the card and immediately had to press my lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. âOh God, here we go again⊠âY/n could ruin my life, and Iâd thank her by paying her rent for the rest of the year.â â
Hughâs laugh boomed across the room, his head falling back as he tried to catch his breath. âWell, if youâre ever looking for a side hustleâŠâ
I gave him a playful nudge. "Hey, rentâs expensive in New York. I might just take them up on that."
He wiped away a tear of laughter, still grinning. âYouâd definitely have no shortage of offers.â
Another tweet landed in Hughâs hands, and he gave it a quick read before raising an eyebrow at me. âOh jeez, weâre diving straight into the deep end now. âHugh Jackmanâs voice is so hot, Iâd let him read the phone book to me while I climax.ââ
My jaw dropped. "NO." I immediately covered my face with my hands, laughing so hard. I would lie, if I'd say my body doesn't hurt of laughter by now.
Hugh, ever the professional, barely flinched. He just gave the camera a deadpan look. âThe phone book? Really? Thatâs a bit outdated, but⊠hey, Iâm here for it.â
I peeked at him from behind my hands, still laughing uncontrollably. âYouâre not gonna let that one go, are you?â
He winked at me, his voice dropping an octave. âIf thatâs what the people want, who am I to deny them?â
I playfully shoved him, still blushing furiously, but loving every second of the ridiculousness. âWe need to talk about boundaries later." I joked.
He shot me a grin. âBoundaries? What are those?â
I took a deep breath, composing myself enough to grab the next tweet. The second I read it, I was gone again. âOh, this oneâs golden. âY/n, I will pay you $1,000 to sit on my face. I donât even need to breathe. Just consider it.ââ
Hugh burst out laughing, clutching his chest and wiping tears from his eyes. âA thousand dollars? Only? Thatâs a bargain!â
I covered my face again, my shoulders shaking with laughter. âThis is officially out of control.â
Hugh leaned in closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. âCome on. Youâre underselling yourself. Youâre worth at least $10,000.â
I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair. âThanks for the vote of confidence, babe.â
By this point, the crew behind the cameras was barely keeping it together. The laughter was contagious, and it felt like the entire room was on the verge of tears from how absurd the tweets were getting.
Hugh, still grinning, took the next card, glancing at it before giving me a cheeky look. "Alright, last one for me. âHugh, you could crush me between your thighs, and Iâd die a happy person.ââ
I dissolved into laughter again, leaning back in my chair. "See, this is what Iâve been saying!" I managed between giggles.
Hugh turned to the camera, looking far too amused. âIâm sensing a lot of⊠very creative fans.â
I wiped away tears of laughter, still grinning. âCreative is one word for it.â
With that, the video wrapped up, and the crew finally stopped laughing long enough to give us a round of applause. Hughâs charm and my endless giggling made for the perfect combination, and I could tell this video was going to go viral the second it dropped.
One of the cameramen approached us, grinning. âIâve been doing this for years, and that was easily the funniest shoot Iâve ever been a part of.â
Hugh smiled, thanking him, while I nodded in agreement. âThat was insane!â I said, still feeling the buzz of excitement. âI donât think Iâve ever laughed that hard.â
After the shoot, we headed back to Hughâs place to get ready for dinner. Ryan and Blake were coming over with their kids and dogs, and Hugh was in charge of cooking, much to his delight. He loved being in the kitchen, and it was one of those little things about him that always made me swoon.
While he started prepping in the kitchen, I disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. I slipped into something simple but nice, touching up my makeup before making my way back to Hugh. He had his back turned, fully focused on whatever he was chopping up, so I tiptoed up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his back.
He jumped, clearly startled, but then relaxed into my embrace. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he chuckled, setting down the knife.
I grinned, squeezing him tighter. "Sorry, couldnât resist." My hands slid over his chest as I pressed closer. "You look ridiculously good in that shirt, by the way."
He glanced down at himself - just a casual button up and jeans - but it worked for him in a way that made my heart race. âOh yeah?â he asked, turning his head slightly to look at me with a playful smirk.
âYeah. Like.. annoyingly good." I teased, letting my fingers linger on the fabric. âDistractingly good. It's kind of a problem.â
He turned fully then, wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaned in close, his voice low. âMaybe we should skip dinner then?"
I bit my lip, laughing softly as I pushed against his chest. "Nice try. Weâre not blowing off dinner with Blake and Ryan. You know theyâd never let us hear the end of it."
Before we could get any further into our flirt, the doorbell rang, and we both groaned. The Reynolds were right on time, of course.
With one last grin at each other, we reluctantly pulled apart. Hugh grabbed a towel to wipe his hands before we made our way to the door. When we opened it, we were greeted by a whirlwind of chaos - Ryan with the kids and Blake holding onto the dogs. It was loud and warm, the kind of energy that made you feel instantly at home.
Blake gave me a tight hug while Ryan and Hugh exchanged their usual friendly banter. We all gathered in the dining room, Hugh finishing up in the kitchen while Blake and I set the table, chatting and laughing about everything and nothing.
Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and the occasional bark from the dogs. Hugh caught my eye from across the table more than once, and each time, I couldnât help but smile. This was our life now - full of love, friends, and shared moments that felt like they could last forever.
And honestly? I wouldnât change a thing.
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I met with you in my dream last night! For some reason I was in France, so it was only natural I go visit you. You took me on a little tour of your house and showed me some cow bones you had, and then you took me on a ride in your flying boat and fed me some cut fruit. You were very kind and gave me some excellent advice on a problem I was having in the dream. Then we met up with my mother, and I introduced you as my friend Hedgehog, lol. Thank you for being such a lovely host in my dream!! It was quite fun. I hope I get to visit dream you again, and maybe meet the dream llamas next time!
That's such a nice dream! All it's missing is a kiss from Poldine :) I'm glad I was a welcoming host, because I was bracing myself for a dark turn when I read "you showed me some cow bones you had"âthat just felt ominous.
I want you to know that it may have been a prophetic dream. Just a few days after I read your ask, back in June, Poldine & I went to visit some distant neighbours, and not only did I find the place eerily quiet and messy-empty, as if they had moved in a hurry, but there was a cow skull on their doormat. (There was also a goat skull behind the window in the barn.) My first assumption was that someone had placed the skulls there while the owners were temporarily absent and it had scared them into leaving for good. (I asked a friend "What should I do if I came home from a weekend away and found a cow skull placed in front of my door, and a goat skull behind the window in the barn?" and she said "Let whoever did this have your house; leave immediately.")
I don't want to post my cow skull photo because you see the glass door + the inside of the house behind it so it feels weird, like I'm doxxing my ex- or future-neighbours. Whoever moves here next will already have enough problems, what with all the skulls. I do have a photo of Poldine looking ambivalent about our presence here, post-skull discovery:
EDIT 2 months later: I kept this in my drafts and let the summer pass before posting, hoping local gossip would allow me to figure out what happened and I'd have a fun story to share, but no. The facts are: my distant neighbours (who moved here just last year) moved back to the big city in a hurry, no one knows why, 2 other people went to visit them after they left but I am the only one who saw the skulls. Maybe the person who put them there came back for them later so they can use them again when a new family buys this house? (It's a nice little wooden chalet, if anyone is interested. You'll be living in the woods with your nearest neighbours quite far away and possibly an enemy lurking in some nearby tree.)
I'm very sorry for unexpectedly turning your lovely ask into an episode of Creepy Rural Mysteries! Let me know if you have any more dreams about visiting me; they could contain important details and / or warnings.
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about you
pairing: spiderman!ellie williams x female reader
summary: ellie is living a double life, one of a college student and one of a crime fighting hero. she wants you more than anything but is scared to put you in danger.
content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral sex (r!receiving), scissoring, use of alcohol and weed, ellie is kind of a nerdy loser, a little rushed! not proofread
a/n: writing this taught me that i should never try to estimate when iâll finish something because âposting this weekâ quickly turned into âposting sometime this monthââŠ.sorry lmao. also this is inspired by the 1975 song!!
8:30 am
Good morning New Yorkers!
This was Ellieâs favorite part of the day. A bagel in one hand, the newest edition of Savage Starlight in her other, and her phone playing the morning newscast.Â
Today is April 12th and it looks like another beautiful dayâŠ
Moments like these were the only times she felt at ease. Her university classes kept her busy and when she wasnât studying or in class, she was off protecting the city.Â
So, sitting on the rooftop of a building where nobody could bother her was Ellieâs idea of peace.Â
It was easy to lose track of time while in her spot and Ellie always tried to keep an eye on the time, but it seemed to end the same way almost every day.Â
Weâre starting to see some traffic down byâÂ
The reporter was cut off by Ellieâs loud ringtone. She glanced at the caller ID and sighed softly when she saw it was her best friend Jesse calling.Â
âHey man, Iâm kinda busy right nowââ She said as she took a bite of her bagel.Â
âDude where the hell are you? Class started fifteen minutes ago and we have that big lab today!â Jesse whispered-shouted into his phone.Â
âWhat are you talking about? I donât have class on Thursday mornings,â She said.Â
âEllie, itâs Friday, we have class today,â Jesse said sharply, clearly irritated by Ellieâs lack of organization. She couldnât blame himâ he always needed her help during labs, and without her, it was likely heâd get a failing grade.Â
âOh shit!â Ellie groaned and began tossing her things back into her backpack. âIâm on my way right now, I swear.â She stated with her phone pressed against her ear by her shoulder. Stuffing her face with the last of her bagel, Ellie slid her backpack around her shoulders and stood up.Â
The streets were beginning to bustle with activity and the sky was bright, New York was awake and ready for the day. Ellie pulled her mask over her face and jumped off the roof, flying towards her class with the flick of her wrist.Â
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10 pm
Going out was the last thing on your mind. You were still coping after a messy breakup, and partying didnât sound like fun. The only reason you found yourself standing in front of a bustling frat house was because Dina had dragged you here. She had made a variety of arguments as to why you needed to come, mostly consisting of âYouâve been too sad, letâs get you laid!â or âI need you to be my wing-woman, Jesse will be there!â. Despite her nagging and desperation, you somehow ended up following her right to the party.Â
âDee I donât feel great, maybe I should just go back home,â You mumbled and tugged at the skirt you wore. It was Dinaâs and it was far too short for your liking. In the past, you loved partying and going out with friends, but at the moment all you wanted to do was curl up in your bed.Â
âJust stay for a little bit, I promise youâll have fun. It isnât good for you to rot in bed every day anyways,â Dina linked her arm with yours and gave a soft smile. You sighed and nodded, she had a point.Â
You stood in the frat, holding a red solo cup close to you. Dina shifted nervously beside you.Â
âWhat if he changed his mind? Maybe he doesnât want to see me,â She crossed her arms.
âDina, heâll show up, donât worry.â You reassured her. âHave another drink, you need to chill out,â She shrugged and poured herself a drink.Â
âHey, Dina!â A man greeted your friend loudly, a bright smile on his face. Dina grinned and gave him a quick hug.Â
âJesse! Iâm so glad you made it, I was starting to think you werenât going to show,âÂ
âSorry, Ellie was taking forever to get ready, slowed us down,â He laughed and shifted his gaze to you. âIâm Jesse, you must be y/n,âÂ
âYeah, Dinaâs told me a lot about you,â You glanced past him and looked at the girl standing awkwardly behind him. She was staring down at her phone, her lips pursed, clearly not excited to be there.Â
âOh, this is Ellie,â He turned and nudged Ellie with his elbow.
âHi,â She offered an awkward smile and stood a little straighter. âSorry, I donât come to these things very often,â Ellie looked around at the frat, drunk partygoers dancing and screaming, the floor covered in red solo cups and sticky liquids, it wasnât really her scene.Â
âThatâs alright, itâs nice to meet you,â You shook her hand. âIâm going to go out and get some air,â You shouted into Dinaâs ear and she nodded. Waving to Jesse and Ellie, you pushed past the crowds and made your way outside.Â
The cool air against your skin was a relieving change. You leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It was nice that Dina was looking out for you, but it was honestly overwhelming.Â
âMind if I join you?â You turned to look at Ellie, who stood a few feet away with her hands in her pockets. You simply nodded and tipped your head to the spot next to you. Without all of the flashing lights, you could get a good look at the other girl. A red flannel hung loosely around her frame, her short hair was in a messy half-up half-down style, and her face was covered in light freckles.
Ellieâs eyes lingered on you for a moment before she spoke again. âYou look stressed,âÂ
âI guess thatâs one word for it,â You chuckled. She dug her hand into her back pocket and pulled out a neatly rolled joint.
âJesse gave me this, do you want some?â Your eyes lit up a bit at the sight of the joint and you looked back at her.
âHow could I say no to such an offer?â Taking the joint, you held it between your glossy lips. âYou got a lighter?âÂ
Ellieâs eyes widened slightly as she realized she had been staring at your lips. âAhâ yeah, here,â She took the lighter from her pocket and fumbled with it a few times before she got a steady flame. You leaned in and watched as the end began to burn.Â
âYou donât smoke much, do you?â You giggled softly as your eyes drifted toward her. She watched you intently and shook her head.Â
âNo, not really,â You breathed out the smoke and offered her the joint.Â
âDo you want to try?â Your voice was soft and sweet, Ellie couldnât help but take the joint from your fingers. âJust breathe in slowly and then exhale,â She followed your instructions, still watching you as she took a drag. Coughing, Ellie passed it back.
The two of you passed the joint back and forth in silence, staring up at the night sky until you were able to drown out the loud noise of the party.Â
âJesse and Dina are definitely hooking up right now,â You blurted and started laughing.Â
âOh my god they totally are,â She shook with laughter. As your shoulders touched Ellieâs and you laughed until your cheeks grew tired, you realized that you were actually having fun. You hadnât thought about your ex in hours.Â
Eventually, Ellie offered to walk you back to your dorm, and you accepted gladly.Â
The walk back was full of mindless giggles and seemingly innocent brushes against one anotherâs arms. Ellie leaned against the frame of your door as you fumbled with the key.Â
âDo you want to come inside?â You muttered with a smile once you managed to get the door open. Ellieâs heart pounded at the offer and she could feel heat rush to her cheeks, but she found herself shaking her head no.Â
âIâIâm sorry, I canât,â She bit her lip and looked down at her sneakers. âIâve gotta be up early tomorrow for work, but Iâll see you around, yeah?â You tried not to look disappointed but Ellie could see it on your face almost immediately.Â
âThatâs fine, see ya,â You sighed and closed the door with a small smile.Â
Ellie could feel her heart sinking, and she almost regretted her words. Almost. She knew better than to get involved with someone while in her position, she could put you in a lot of danger, and it was too risky.Â
The next few days were rough. Ellie seemed to be actively avoiding you for some unknown reason and it felt like Dina and Jesse were too wrapped up in one another to even notice you. Every time Jesse came over to see Dina, he used the same excuse to cover for Ellieâs absence. âSheâs busy studying, couldnât make it today.âÂ
âHey, have you seen Ellie lately?â You asked Dina as the two of you walked to class.
âHuh? Oh, no, I havenât, why?â Dina glanced at her phone before looking back at you.
âWell, I thought we kinda hit it off at the party, but I havenât seen her since.â You sighed and trained your eyes on your shoes. âI invited her to come inside our dorm, but she said she had work and bolted,âÂ
Dina looked confused. âThatâs weird, she doesnât work in the mornings,â She shrugged. âI can invite her to come with us to that bar tonight, how about that?â Dina bumped her arm against yours.
âSure, thatâs great,â You smiled, relieved to see your best friend was still looking out for you. Her words stuck with you, why would Ellie lie to you? Maybe she was avoiding you.
That night, Dina got ready with you in your shared dorm.Â
âDid she say she was coming?â You asked nervously as you stared at yourself in the mirror.Â
âShe just liked the message,â Dina snorted and rolled her eyes. âWhat an ass.â
You sighed. âSheâs definitely avoiding me,âÂ
âIâll have Jesse drag her ass down to the bar if she doesnât show, donât worry babe.â Dina pat your shoulder. âAre you ready to go? I think some of the other girls are there already.âÂ
âOh, yeah.â You took one more glance at yourself. You wore a sparkly fitted dress, one that had been growing dusty in your dresser. It was pretty, but a little loud for your taste. âLetâs go before I change my mind,â Dina laughed and nodded.
The bar was busy already, filled with college students and their fake IDs, overpriced drinks in their hands. Dina ordered the two of you some drinks and you stood beside her at the bar.Â
You couldnât help but watch the door as Dina told some exaggerated story. You hated this, the feeling of self-doubt and disappointment that coursed through your body every time a girl let you down. It had only been a few weeks since your last girlfriend dumped you, and yet here you were repeating the same vicious cycle with another girl.Â
Just as you were about to make an excuse to leave, the door to the bar opened and Ellie strolled in. She was by herself, fidgeting with her hands nervously as she looked around the room. Â
You turned back to Dina before you could meet Ellieâs gaze. You had decided that if Ellie wanted to speak, she would have to come to you first.Â
âHey,â Ellie tapped your shoulder and stood beside you at the bar.Â
âHi Ellie,â You gave her a tight-lipped smile and took a sip of your drink. Ellie glanced at her shoes for a moment before speaking again.Â
âCan we talk?â She asked quietly. Was she nervous?
âSure, yeah, outside?â Ellie nodded and followed you out.Â
âOkay, you wanted to talk so letâs talk.â You crossed your arms and faced her once you stood outside.Â
Ellie took a deep breath and stuffed her hands in her pockets. âI know this is kind of forward, but I like you, and I want to get to know you better, butââ
âBut?â
âIâm just,â She sighed, seemingly frustrated. âI canât, I canât be around you,âÂ
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â You scoffed.Â
Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose as she struggled to think of a reply.Â
âItâs not a good idea,â She mumbled.
âYouâre still not making any sense,âÂ
Ellie hesitated. âCan I show you something?âÂ
âSure,âÂ
âYou seriously canât tell anyone about this,â Ellie glanced around. âLike anyone, not a single soul,âÂ
âJesus, I get it, Ellie, Iâll keep whatever secret youâre sharing.â
Ellie nodded and took one more look to make sure nobody was nearby.Â
âIâm, um, kind of like a superhero of sorts, like I fight criminals and protect people sometimes,â Ellieâs cheeks seemed to burn red as she spoke. âI justâ I donât want you to be put in danger because of it,âÂ
You stared at her for a moment before you laughed. âIs this some kind of joke? Thatâs the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard! Youâre a superhero? Forget it, Iâm going home, Ellie,â You turned away and began to walk toward the bar.Â
Ellie reached out and grabbed your arm. âNo, I swear Iâm not lying, I can prove it!â She said frantically.Â
âYou can prove it?âÂ
âI can,â She nodded.Â
âOkay, prove it.â Ellie nodded and offered her hand to you.Â
âLetâs go to my dorm, I can show you there,âÂ
âAre you trying to get me to sleep with you?â Ellie rolled her eyes.Â
âNot at the moment, no. Would you just come with me?â
âAlright then, letâs go,âÂ
The walk to Ellieâs dorm wasnât long, but the tension between you and her made it feel insufferable.Â
âHere we are,â She nodded toward the building and unlocked the front door. Ellie led you up a few flights of stairs before finally arriving at her room.Â
Ellieâs dorm room was covered in colorful posters and pictures. A small telescope was leaned against the wall by her window, comic books were stacked high on her nightstand, and some science textbooks were left open on her desk alongside scattered papers and assignments.Â
âThis is cute,â You muttered as you ran a hand along her navy blue bed sheets and looked around the room.
âOh, thanks. You can just make yourself at home,â She smiled and went to open her closet.Â
You sat on her bed and watched her rifle through her clothes. âHow do you plan on proving this?â You asked, slightly amused by this whole situation.Â
âJust wait and see, I donât think youâll find it funny in a minute.â She said, glancing over her shoulder to look at you. Ellie finally pulled out a hanger covered by a black zip-up cover.Â
She held the hanger up and unzipped the cover, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath the cover was a bright red and blue suit.Â
âWhat is that? Some sort of cosplay outfit?â You snorted.
Ellie narrowed her eyes at you. Without a response, Ellie slipped off her flannel and started tugging her shirt off.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You gasped and covered your eyes.Â
âIâm just changing, donât cream your pants.â She said sarcastically. Ellie stepped into the suit and pulled it on.Â
The suit itself seemed good quality, it was a shiny, bright red with black and blue highlights, and it fit her like a second skin. With a closer look, you could see the little details of the suit were designed to resemble a spider web of sorts.Â
âThis is what I wanted to show you,â She said and held out her hands. On each wrist was a complicated gadget that wrapped around her wrist and lay in the palm of her hand.
You reached out to touch the device but Ellie pulled her hands away.Â
âDonât touch them, youâll regret it.â She said with a small smile.Â
âWhat do they do?âÂ
âIâll show you,â She walked across the room to her window and pulled it open. âCâmere,âÂ
You went and stood by her side, an anxious feeling bubbling in your stomach. Ellie reached behind her head and pulled the mask of the suit over her face.Â
âDo you trust me?â She asked, her arm snaking around your waist.Â
âDo I have a choice?â Ellie laughed and pulled you closer to her side.Â
âHold onto me, and uhâ donât look down,â Before you had time to ask her what that meant, Ellie flicked her wrist and sent the two of you swinging out of her window.Â
As you flew through the air, all you could hear was the wind blowing past you and the sound of your screams. It was then that you started to believe that Ellie could be telling the truth.Â
âEllie Williams put me down right now!â You screamed as you watched the buildings fly past you in a blur.Â
âCalm down, weâre almost to my spot.âÂ
Ellie slowed down and stopped on a rooftop. She pulled her mask off. âThis is my favorite spot in the city.â Ellie helped you find your feet and kept a hand on your lower back. From the rooftop, you could see the glittering lights of the city life and the usual noise seemed to be quieter.Â
âThatâs great and all but I think I might vomit,â You let out a shaky breath and sat down. âYou wanna explain what the fuck you just pulled?â You looked up at her.
Ellie grinned and sat next to you. âThe nausea will pass, just take deep breaths. As for that,â Ellie showed you the gadget on her wrist. âTheyâre web shooters, I made them myself. They shoot something similar to spider webs, but much stronger.âÂ
âSo what, youâre like a spider-girl or something?âÂ
âWell, when you say it like that you make it sound childish.â Ellie chuckled.
âOkay Spider-Woman, why is this stopping you from taking me out?âÂ
âIâm scared,â She sighed. âI already put myself in so much danger by doing this, do you know how much worse it would be if I had to worry about keeping you safe as well? I canât guarantee that youâll be protected from everything I deal with, and I canât even imagine what it would be like for you if I ended up hurt or worse.âÂ
You stared at her for a moment and reached out to rest your hand on top of hers.Â
âYouâre forgetting that Iâm my own person, Ellie, I can make those decisions for myself. You donât have to protect me, I can do that on my own.âÂ
Ellie, careful not to touch the web-shooter on her palm, squeezed your hand gently. âI want you and I want this so bad, you have no idea,âÂ
âShow me,â You murmured as you turned to face her. Ellie let out a shaky breath and leaned in.Â
Your lips tasted exactly how Ellie had imagined they would. They were sweet, presumably from the lipgloss you always used, or maybe you just always tasted like cherries, Ellie couldnât tell, all she knew was that she wanted more.Â
âLetâs go back to my dorm,â She murmured as her lips chased yours.Â
âOkay,â You agreed, every thought in your head was focused on Ellie, and suddenly the only thing you cared about was getting that comic-book-looking costume off of her body.Â
The quick trip back to her dorm wasnât as scary as the first, though you werenât sure if you could ever get used to the way your stomach dropped every time she swung.Â
The moment your feet were on the floor of her dorm, Ellie had you pushed up against the door, her lips traveling down your bare neck. Your hands ran down Ellieâs back in search of a zipper or button to take off the suit, but you grumbled in frustration when you failed to find one.
âHow do you take this fuckinâ thing off?â You muttered while Ellie ran her fingers along the hem of your dress. She laughed softly against your skin.
âThe zipper is right here,â She whispered into your ear, taking your hand and guiding it to the side of her torso. Hidden beneath her arm and within the detailing of the suit was a tiny zipper.Â
Your lips met hers again, and while you slowly dragged the zipper down, you let your other hand slide around her waist.Â
And just before you were able to completely unzip the suit, a loud banging on Ellieâs door startled you both.
âYo, Ellie, you in there?â It was Jesse, and he sounded very drunk. Your eyes widened as you looked at Ellie, waiting for her to say something.Â
Ellie held a finger up to her lips and signaled for you to keep quiet. She was sure that if Jesse assumed she wasnât home, heâd find someone else to bother.Â
Jesse banged on the door a few times and groaned loudly when he realized Ellie wasnât answering. You sighed softly once you heard him shuffle away.Â
âWhere were we?â Ellie smiled and pulled you close to her. Finally, you were able to pull down that zipper and the suit came loose enough for Ellie to pull off.Â
Ellie slid her fingers under the straps of your dress and let them fall down your shoulders. âCan I take this off?â She asked.
You simply nodded.Â
As if trying to tease, Ellie slid one strap down at a time, then moved onto the zipper, which she pulled down as slowly as she possibly could.Â
After what felt like years of waiting, your dress fell to the floor, pooling at your feet.Â
The feeling of Ellieâs skin against your own was everything you needed. She was warm and gentle, even her calloused fingers felt like butter on your skin.Â
Hungry for more of her, you reached out and ran your fingers along the waistband of her black boyshorts. Everything about her drove you insane, the sight of her in the simple black sports bra and boyshorts that she wore was enough to make you go practically feral.Â
Ellie followed your lead and copied your moves, tracing the waistband of your panties, then going further and dipping her fingers inside. Ellie couldâve sworn that the gasp you let out when she brushed against your clit was enough to make her cum, god she was already completely soaked just by standing there with you.Â
âYouâre so wet,â She breathed and her fingers slid against your pussy again.Â
âFuck,â You whined.Â
Ellie pulled her fingers from your underwear and licked them clean.Â
âI gotta have more of you,â Ellie said desperately.
âThen stop talking and do it,â You bit your lip. Your words were the last bit of confirmation she needed. Ellie grabbed your thighs and picked you up with ease.
Just as quickly as you had said those words, Ellie had swept you off your feet and sat you right on her bed. Your legs spread and her head in between them.Â
She didnât waste time taking off your panties, she couldnât stop herself after she had that first taste. Ellieâs lips brushed against your cunt almost hesitantly but soon enough she was diving into you like she was starving. Your hips bucked up against her tongue as you searched desperately for release. Ellieâs hand snaked up around your thighs and held you down, causing you to whine out loudly.Â
âGod, you taste so goodâŠâ She groaned against your cunt.
âIâm getting close,â You gasped as you felt Ellie swirl her tongue around your clit.Â
âWe just started, baby,â Ellie chuckled and ran her tongue up along your slit. âThink you can wait a few more minutes? You just look so pretty like thisâŠâ She squeezed your thigh and looked up at you with a playful smirk.Â
You stared at her, stunned by how she could be so dirty when she was the same girl who had been nervous to talk to you at the bar. How could she look so sexy when her chin and nose were both glistening with your slick and her hair was messy from you pulling on it? Was this the same girl who had choked after taking a drag from a joint?
âPleaseâŠâ You moaned loudly and let your head fall back against the mattress. Ellie pulled away and kissed the inside of your thigh.Â
âFine, but only because you asked so nicely,â She smiled and stood up, pulling her underwear down and straddling your hips. âI wanna cum with youâŠâ She mumbled as she leaned down and kissed you gently.Â
A sharp gasp escaped your lips once you felt Ellie position her cunt against yours. Ellie let out a whiny moan and slowly rolled her hips forward, drawing out a loud sigh from you. Your bodies moved together slowly as if you were performing some heavenly dance.Â
Her wet folds grinding against yours seemed to stop every thought in your head. You couldnât recall the last person who had made you feel nearly this goodâ hell, you could barely form a coherent sentence. You reached out and grabbed Ellieâs hands, intertwining your fingers and squeezing her hands gently.Â
âGod, Ellie I canâtââ You stuttered and squeezed your eyes shut.Â
âI know, me tooâŠme too,â She groaned and tossed her head back. It wasnât hard to tell by the way her thighs were beginning to shake or the loud profanities leaving her mouth that Ellie was just as close to orgasm as you were.Â
It only took a few more moments before you came completely undone. A hot, sudden pleasure overcame you just as Ellie climaxed. As soon as the pleasure lulled, Ellie climbed off you and settled down next to you on the bed.Â
âI didnât want it to be like this,â Ellie whispered and turned to look at you.Â
âWhat?â You giggled.Â
âThis,â She said and slid her arm around your waist. âI wouldâve been moreâŠromantic. Take you out to dinner, maybe show you all my favorite rooftops, I wouldâve made this special.âÂ
You cupped her cheek and ran your thumb along her cheekbone. âI think tonight was pretty special. It was the best night Iâve ever had.âÂ
Ellieâs cheeks flushed slightly and a stupid smile tugged at her lips. âDonât say that, itâll inflate my ego.âÂ
âAlright then,â Â
âHey, promise me you wonât tell anyone about myââ
âYour secret identity? Trust me, Iâll take your secret to the grave.âÂ
âThank you.â Ellie took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back. âI just want to keep you safe,â
âI know,â You sighed.Â
On her nightstand, Ellieâs phone buzzed. You passed her the phone without hesitation.Â
âActive robbery occurring atâŠâ The headline flashed across her home screen.Â
You watched as Ellie sat up and started grabbing her clothes off the floor. It had barely been ten minutes since the two of you had finished and she was already getting ready to run off and stop crime.Â
âIâm so sorry, I justââÂ
âYou have to go,â You smiled and watched her slip into the suit.Â
âSorry,â She murmured, leaning down to kiss you before pulling the mask over her face.Â
âGood luck and be safe,â You waved as she leaped out of the window and swung into the darkness of the night.
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