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dearmantis · 1 year ago

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Golden Crown of Sorrow

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x fem!Princess!Reader

Summary: After sending dozens of letters begging your father to help you flee from your betrothed and his family, someone finally comes to save you

Warnings: domestic abuse, neglectful/abusive parents, sexism/violence against women, mentions of suicide, murder, mentions of child murder, mentions of getting attacked by an animal (if you get bitten by something, even a human, get checked by a medical professional), Fjerda slander, mention of pregnancy

Word Count: 4k words

Authors Note: This was originally part of A little loss of Innocence but it works way better as it's own one shot. Also, please pay attention to the warnings. English is not my native language and I didn't edit this

"Did my father send you?" You ask as you settle in the carriage, voice timid and quiet in a way that is so unlike the version of you that he knows that it throws him off for a second.

You haven't spoken at all during the ride here, contempt in burying your fingers in the mane of his horse or sleeping as he led it away from the house of the family you were promised to, and starring at the forest or the small fires he lit to cook food during the breaks.

His gaze wanders over you, taking in the way your shoulders are pulled together to make you appear smaller, the small, almost invisible cut on your left cheek, the way you keep wincing when the carriage shakes a bit, and how your eyes keep jumping around, gaze always flickering between the window and the position of his hands.

He can't lie to you, he realises. You're suspicious and filled to the brim with fear and paranoia. Whatever happened in Fjerda has shaken you to the core and thrown you right into survival mode. If he lies to you and you find out, you will never trust him with anything ever again.

Because even if you recover from this, you will always remember the fact that he lied to you when you were in your most vulnerable state. And Aleksander needs the trust of the royal family, as much as he might despise that fact.

"No"

You bite your lip harshly, teeth digging into the chapped, dry flesh before you nod, eyes finding his. The suspicion in them is stronger now, accompanied by a bit of confusion.

"Then why did you come? What's in it for you?"

Aleksander frowns. "Excuse me, your highness?"

"Why are you saving me? Why did you decide to come here instead of letting me die in Djerholm? My own family was ready to watch me perish there after all."

There is no anger in your voice, no sadness, nothing. Just this monotone, quiet, submissive voice that doesn't fit someone born into the status of royalty.

But your gaze is scrutinizing, clarifying that every question you ask is a test designed to make him trip in hopes of revealing his true motivations. You're expecting him to lie to you. In the back of your mind you're probably already planning how to weasel the truth out of him, so all he can really do to take control over the situation and reassure you into trusting him is to reveal the truth and in turn his playing cards for this specific game.

You want him to lie, and he has never enjoyed doing what the royal family wants.

"Glory"

Your surprise is like a shooting star: Visible for a singular heartbeat, then gone forever.

"Glory?" Your eyes look back down to your knees, your hands playing with the fabric of the skirt of your dress while the volume of your voice drops into a whisper. "You won't achieve glory like this. You will most likely be punished for saving me, and I'll be sent back."

Your behaviour is starting to bother him. It was a welcome change when he first got you out and traveled through Fjerda with you on the saddle in front of him, but now all he wants to do is shake you until the words start falling out of your mouth.

He thought you were just quiet because you were scared of being caught, but evidently, nothing has changed for you after he led you across the border to Ravka.

Maybe it would've been better to lie? To tell you that he was some kind of chivalrous knight in shining armour who had come to Fjerda out of the goodness of his own heart to save his struggling princess?

"I doubt that you'll be send back, your highness," he responds carefully. He never thought about the fact that your family might be upset about him saving you. They did give you away after all, and he simply acted on the assumption that they love you and want you to be safe, like all parents should. He should know by now that many parents don't love their children.

"I hope you're right," you mumble, averting your gaze to look at the scenery of Ravka rushing past the window, "For the sake of both of us."

You sink back into silence after that, and the letter still stuck in a pocket of his kefta is suddenly heavy as a bag of bricks. It's a short one, written on a scrap of paper that you must've somehow smuggled out of the house of your betrothed. It had ended up in his mail one day, either through an accident or through a servant who couldn't continue to watch the king ignore your cries for help.

Please father. I don't know how much longer I can survive this. I dream of taking a knife to my throat every day. I'm not strong enough for this.

The next time you speak, you're less than ten minutes away from the town where he planned to take a break, your quiet voice piercing through the air like an arrow.

"Do you have to bring me to my father?"

Aleksander looks up from the documents he had been reading, a deep frown on his face. "Where else would I bring you, your highness?"

You mirror his facial expression. "You could hide me at the Little Palace."

"No, I can't. What if someone catches you?"

"Nobody would catch me, I promise. I would be so quiet, I would never leave my rooms I would-"

"No. End of the discussion, or I'll tell the coachman to turn around and bring you back to your betrothed."

His voice is sharp and cold, the stress from the last few days finally boiling over, and you flinch back from him so harshly that your head hits the wood behind you. Fear burns like a small fire in your gaze, your frame curling in on itself even further.

You don't talk at all for two days straight after that. The only time he hears your voice is when you scream and cry at night, probably due to nightmares.

Looking back, he probably overreacted a bit.

The next time you talk, it's only because he asks you a question.

You're both sitting in a tavern, quietly eating together, and while your gaze keeps jumping from the three other people around you to the door and the windows, his is glued to you.

He has collected a thousand questions on his tongue in the last few days, and his mind works overtime trying to discern the differences between you now and you before all of this. Before the betrothal, before your travels to Fjerda.

"What exactly happened to you in Fjerda?"

Your attention shifts to him, brows furrowed.

"The same thing that always happens when a woman of Ravka gets betrothed to a man of Fjerda."

In the back of his mind, he remembers the death of Princess Fruzsina. How her brother, crown prince Konstantin, didn't let anyone see her or her newborn daughters corpse when they were transported back to Ravka, not even her own parents.

"Nobody needs to see this. It's better to remember her the way she was when she was still here."

He feels acid rising in his throat.

You talk again a few hours later, attention flickering from the window of the carriage to him and back a few times before you finally manage to find your voice again.

"Why did no one ever betroth you to someone?" You ask carefully.

Aleksander looks up from the book he has been reading, a small spark of annoyance visible in his eyes at the interruption.

He regrets it as soon as he sees you flinch again, his mind immediately travelling back to that young woman completely wrapped in shroud, her small babe right next to her. Just bundles of linen, not a milimetre of skin visible.

"Excuse me, your highness?"

"Why did no one ever betroth you to someone?" You repeat, "Or one of your ancestors at least. Wouldn't that make sense? Tie you and the Darkling line to the royal family through marriage and kids, force allegiance that way?"

Closing the book slowly, he lets your words roll over in his head.

"The Darklings have been loyal to the Royal Family since the Black Heretic died."

"Yes, but wouldn't it be better to tie the families together forever? It would also help to smooth over past animosities, I think. Suddenly, the king isn't just a stranger. He's the current Darklings father in law or uncle. And the Darkling is no longer a random stranger to the Princes and Princesses either. He's their cousin."

The idea is simple and logical, he has to give you that, but he has also spent the last two centuries making sure he wouldn't be betrothed to anyone. It kind of ruins his whole "faking his death and pretending to be his own son" ruse, after all. But he can't explain that to you, can he?

"No ravkan king would ever betroth their child to a Grisha, your Highness. Not when all over the country highborn children are still drowned in lakes and bathtubs as soon as they show their abilities." The words come out harsher than originally planned, but he doesn't correct himself. "Why are you thinking about this? You've never shown interest in Grisha, me, or the politics surrounding us."

He has to wait almost thirty minutes for an answer to that question. He's gone back to reading, carefully annotating his thoughts and questions, when your voice rings through the carriage once more, almost getting swallowed by the noise of the horses outside.

"At night, when I couldn't sleep, I often asked myself if I had other options. If I could've gotten betrothed to someone else. One of the only men I could think of that were still eligible is... you. And as soon as I realised that, I also noticed that the Darklings have never married someone highborn."

There's something else, he can tell by the way you speak, slow and careful like you're holding something back, but before he can even think to push you the carriage shakes and your face contorts into a pained grimace.

He doesn't have to see the skin hidden by your clothes to know that you're probably covered in bruises and cuts, maybe even some animal bite marks.

You should rest, and he can still interrogate you later, so he slowly nods and returns to his book, his eyes gliding over the paper without absorbing a single word. His mind stays with you.

You start having an easier time moving and walking a week after escaping your betrothed and his family, but you're still visibly keyed up and stressed. Everything scares you, everything wakes your suspicion, everything worries you.

He hears you mutter under your breath sometimes, especially during the late hours of the night and the hours before sunrise, convinced that he must be asleep. He can never quite understand what you're saying, only catching a few words at a time when it happens. You whisper about wolves following your scent, of someone sending you back into the north, of shoving a knife into your neck, deep enough that not even a well trained healer would be able to save you in time.

Your lack of sleep worries him as well. The only times he has seen you truly sleep well were at the beginning of your travels. You almost slept for two days straight, sitting in front of him on his horse, his arms keeping you stable in the saddle, only waking up after he made camp for the night and forced you to drink and eat. Now, the only sleep you get is through small involuntary naps in the carriage, when the exhaustion claims you like it did in those first two days.

The nightmares that wake you as soon as you fall asleep don't help either.

You're petting and brushing the horses while the other Grisha accompanying you fill the water bottles at a nearby river, your only guard being the General himself sitting a few metres away, eyes on the forest surrounding you.

"I was surprised how much I missed you," you say after a while, your attention still fully on the beautiful horses in front of you, carefully brushing the dust and dirt out of their fur in hopes of making them a bit more comfortable, "I missed my brothers, of course, and my friends and servants as well. I missed the gardens of the Grand Palace, the beauty of Os Alta, my own bed. I missed being home and not being scared for my life. But I also missed you a lot more than I thought I would."

You don't look at him, your voice light as if you were talking about the weather.

"I kept thinking about how much time I spend bothering you, how much my own parents brainwashed me into disliking you, and how much you must've suffered because of that. I was a brat before I was sent north, I know that now, and I want to apologize for my behaviour. I can't thank you enough for coming to save me despite everything."

Aleksander is speechless for longer than he would like to admit, starring at you with visible shock on his face. It takes him a while to shake it off, to find the right words to respond to you.

"You were a child for most of it, Your Highness. It would be stupid of me to hold a grudge because of that."

He has held grudges because of less, but you don't need to know that. You're the first member of the Royal Family to actually apologize to him. Sure, you're probably only doing it because he saved you from your betrothed, but he can tell that you genuinely feel bad.

"It wouldn't be. I was a terror as a child and grew up to be a brat."

The Darkling frowns weakly, watching you carefully as you move onto the second horse to brush it.

"I was a brat, and stupid too. I heard the story of Princess Fruzsina a thousand times. I even dug through the archive to read the reports from the Healers. I know everything they did to her. I'm probably the only person alive that actually still knows, since no one ever bothers to read through those documents... and I went north anyway. I betrayed her memory. She begged in her last letter before she was murdered that they could never send another ravkan girl north, and I went anyway."

He shakes his head, responding to your words before he even realises that he opened his mouth. "You did what your parents wanted from you. They were the ones suggesting the betrothal, and they encouraged you to go through with it. If anyone betrayed Fruzsinas' memory, it's them, just like they betrayed you when they suggested the betrothal without educating you on the sensitive political climate in Fjerda and their exact traditions and rules."

"I'm a woman grown, General, and I did research on Fruzsinas murder on my own. I should've done the same with the treatment of women in Fjerda instead of blindly believing my mother when she assured me that the men in the north don't hit their wives anymore. That they wouldn't dare to hurt a girl from a royal family. I'm a stupid little girl, nothing more."

"You believed that your parents would keep you safe instead of selling your life away for a political alliance. You assumed that your family would do what they're supposed to do. That's not a sin, your highness."

"Oh, but it is!" You bite back, eyes finally meeting his. There's anger and hate flickering in your irises, but he knows it's not directed towards him. It's directed towards yourself. A weapon pointed at your own heart and soul instead of his head. "I'm old enough to think for myself, to make my own decisions. People expect it of me, but instead of using my head I follow my mother and father around and copy them in everything, playing the obedient little princess instead of developing a personality and beliefs of my own. It took a man beating me half to death in front of his men to change that, to free me of the shackles I put onto my own wrists and ankles."

Your voice is sharper than a knife, colder than the permafrost up north, and your breathing is getting harsher. Gone is the sumbissive, quiet thing he pulled out of that house in the middle of the night. "I did everything to apease my parents, to be the perfect princess in their eyes, in everyones eyes. I loved what they loved, hated what they hated, and did what they did. And for what? To be sold off like an animal to a slaughterhouse?"

A scoff escapes your lips, an unladylike sound that you would've never let yourself make before. He guesses you stopped caring. There are many unladylike noises that you've probably made while laying in your own blood, cowering from the man who was supposed to protect and cherish you.

"That's what I meant when I said that they will send me back. I had the help of two of the servant girls. They smuggled letters out for me and sent them off to my parents, but no answer ever came. The only reason why I got out is because you somehow knew that something was wrong and wrongfully assumed it was an opportunity for you to gain glory."

He doesn't mention that he knew of your predicament because one of your letters ended up with him on accident, nor does he disrupt you for any other reasons. This is the most you've spoken since he dragged you out of that forsaken house in Djelholm and smuggled you out of the city. It would be insane to cut you off now and risk never hearing of your thoughts and opinions ever again.

"It's ridiculous. Even if a miracle happens and I don't get sent back immediately, they will simply betroth me to someone else from Fjerda, like that's somehow going to fix the years of tension between our countries. I will never be safe again. I will never be allowed to stay here. I will never be free the way I was before all this. I didn't even realise how privileged I was."

There is a way to save you from that fate. Several, actually, but one of them would play right into his hands if he simply played his cards right.

Aleksander suggests it two days before they reach Os Alta while they sit in the carriage.

He doesn't do anything special, doesn't prepare anything or bothers to give a speech. It would be filled with lies and manipulation anyways, and you would probably be able to tell. He hasn't officially accepted your apology for your past behaviours, after all. He just says what he wants you to do, nothing more.

"Marry me."

Your head whips up, attention dragged away from the book you had been reading.

"What?"

He smiles. "Marry me."

The carriage is currently driving through a town, the noise of children playing and people talking filling the silence between you two.

"Why?" You finally ask, suspicion barely hidden in your body language.

He has many reasons to make a suggestion like this, of course. Tying himself to someone, an otkazat'sya no less, is incredibly risky for him, after all. It needs to be thought through carefully, which he has.

Aleksander feels like he has done nothing else other than think since your rescue.

You're popular with the people, ravkas beautiful rose, kind and sweet and obedient. If the commoners found out what happened to you, what your parents knowingly put you through with this betrothal, they would riot in the streets. It would only get worse if they found out that they sent you away from your lover.

The story basically writes itself. It would be easy to plant rumours amongst the merchants and peasants, make them believe that you were in love with him and planned to run off with him, knowing that the king and queen would never allow for your love to flourish. That your parents found out and sent you away for a betrothal to a harsh and violent man as a punishment. That he saved you because he loved you so deeply, marrying you on the road back to the Grand Palace in a small chapel, hoping that the marriage will tie your souls together forever even if he gets killed for disobeying the wishes of the king and queen.

If he does it right he can claim that your father attacked you and that he killed him and the rest of the royal family to defend you, or that Fjerdans assassinated the royal family in revenge for the failed betrothal and that Aleksander somehow managed to save you, placing you on the throne, him right next to you.

He would no longer be General, then, but king consort. Your reputation should be high enough with the otkazat'sya to balance the hatred they have for him out as well. The rose of ravka would never fall for an evil man, after all.

Of course, this plan could backfire horribly. What if you hate him after he slaughters your family? What if you don't want to be queen? What if one of your relatives manages to kill you before he can kill them? He would have to claim the throne through right of conquest, and the people would hate him for it, would turn your family into martyrs and put his Grisha at even more risk.

But the risks might be worth it. He just has to be smart.

And he'd be saving you from an awful marriage. He could be a god husband to you. He could make you happy.

Probably.

Of course, he can't confess these things to you. The best way to force you to participate in his plans is if you don't know that he's planning anything at all.

"They can't send you back if you're married. You'll be mine. I'd be able to hide you away in the Little Palace, just like you wanted."

You make a face, clearly not convinced.

"They'll just order a priest to annul it or kill you to make me a widow and renew the betrothal," you warn.

"Your highness, as much as I respect the swordsmanship of the guards, I sincerely doubt that they would be able to kill me. Besides, I don't think that they would be able to betroth you to a fjerdan man after we consummate the marriage."

The book you've been reading drops to the floor of the carriage with a quiet thump, but you don't even notice that it has left your grasp, your full, undivided attention on him.

You're probably trying to discern if he's serious, and if you should slap him for even suggesting something like this.

"There's a chapel in this town, and a small tavern right next to it," he murmurs after a while, offering his hand to you, "It wouldn't be like the royal wedding you probably dreamed of, but you would be safe. I swear it. I protect what is mine."

He watches you swallow, traces the movement with his gaze, gleeful at the visible effect his proposal has on you. He can see the temptation in your eyes, the battle you're fighting in your head.

Are you willing to go behind your parents' backs to marry him? Are you willing to become the Darklings wife, to carry his children?

You grab his hand slowly, the look in your eyes vulnerable.

His smile widens when his fingers wrap around yours, his hand moving to knock against the wood of the carriage to get it to stop.

#aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader

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fishfingersandscarves · 1 month ago

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I don't even bother scrolling the ao3 armandaniel tag anymore, I just wait for your glorious art and then read whatever you illustrate...

That being said if you had any recommendations I'd happily take the o' knowledgeable one

ah nonnie i am happy to pull some from my meticulously vetted list

remember to read and mind all the tags

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blushweddinggowns · 9 months ago

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His mind was such a mess, Eddie barely knew what he was thinking anymore. But he did know to be annoyed as fuck when his phone rang. He had kept the ringer on high, despite the fact that the only calls he got were from his inner circle asking what the hell was going on. He managed to ignore most of those. But on the off chance it was Chrissy stuck on her layover he didn’t want to miss it.

He didn’t bother checking who it was when he answered. He knew it wouldn’t be Steve.

“Hello?” Eddie mumbled into the receiver, “Chris?”

“That better mean Chrissy,” Someone huffed, “If you’re seeing someone else already I think that gives me a legal right to kill you.”

Eddie jolted up at the sound of Steve’s voice, “S-Steve?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” He sighed on the other end, sounding way too casual for someone who just turned Eddie’s world upside down, “So how has Europe been? Or was it California?”

Eddie cringed, at a loss for what to say. It wasn’t helping that his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, “Oh. I-I didn’t- I mean- I’m sorry.”

Steve snorted on the other end, “Yeah, you are. No social media my ass.”

“It’s - I don’t usually use it that much?” Eddie stammered out, “It’s uh, mostly managed by a team but I have the password and - and this is not helping me at all. Is it?”

“No,” Steve agreed, “No, it’s not.”

“Steve I- I know I can’t say anything to fix this. But I-I didn’t want things to turn out like this. I get it, I’m an asshole but you weren’t a joke Steve. I’m the joke. I’m the idiot-you- I mean- I,” he was rambling, badly. Trying and failing to get everything out.

He had been too lost in the sauce of his own pity party to ever think about this point. Now he was blowing it.

Or so he thought.

Steve sighed again, “Okay, that’s enough of that. Come open the door. I’m outside.”

It took a second for that to compute, “Huh?”

“I’m outside of your door,” Steve said again, “Are you going to let me in or not?”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Eddie rushed to stand, almost instantly eating it when the blood didn’t catch up to his brain. He might have neglected a few bodily needs during the past few days. It just wasn’t enough to stop him from rushing to the door, knocking into every other thing on the way.

But what was a broken lamp and a few bruises compared to true love?

He wretched the door open, his phone still stupidly at his ear.

There Steve was, waiting for him. Eddie’s mind had decided to keep the idiot routine going because all he could really do was stare at him, at a total loss for what to do next.

Steve frowned at him, “Jesus, Eddie. You look… not good.”

“I know,” Eddie agreed, running a hand through his greasy hair. He hadn’t exactly been checking any mirrors but he could do the math. No showers, barely any sleep, constant crying. Now that he thought about it he’s pretty sure he hadn’t even changed since their fight. It was bad. Only made worse by the fact Steve was here to see it.

Steve was still frowning as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him to lean on.

They stared at each other while Eddie’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Is this what a heart attack fet like?

“I don’t really know what to do now,” Steve admitted after another beat of silence, “I kind of thought I would but… I don’t.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie tried, taking a cautious step forward. But Steve put a hand up, stopping him in his tracks.

He took a deep breathe, “Eddie, what I’m about to say isn’t to hurt you, okay? I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

Eddie swallowed, his throat dry and his voice quiet when he answered, “Okay.”

“I think you should go take a shower,” Steve said gently, “Then we can talk.”

from the next chapter of this fic

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e-hv · 9 months ago

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This is a repost cause i deleted all my fics

part 2

Major warning if you have mommy issues or daddy issues or parental neglect issues pls do not read this

and if you do read this pls don't blame me for anything, including but not limited to excessive crying/sobbing, a depression slump/ wanting to kill someone or anything else

Or if you're name Sarah

Alexia Putellas X Child!Reader

Tw: Negelct, Angst

Summary: Why does she not keep her promises

"Why do I keep reaching out to you, hoping for some semblance of acknowledgment, only to be met with silence and indifference?

“Mami, I made it into the school’s football team.” Ten year old you was very excited to tell Alexia that you made the football team. She was on her computer watching replays of her matched yesterday, she promised you she would fetch you from school toady but instead of her your helper was there. But you told yourself it was okay because Mami was busy and you could just tell her the good news when you got home. When you told her the news, she looked at you and asked you not to bother her while she was working, and that she’ll talk to you during dinner. So you went to your room to do your schoolwork. When you finally finish all your school work and extra revision, you went out of your room to find your Mami,but she wasn’t there so you asked your helper. She said Alexia, went out to meet up with friends. After dinner, you decide to wait up for her and read a book in the mean time, by the time she got backed you were almost done with the book and was really sleepy. But you still ran up to her and greet her, she pushed you away telling you that she was too tired and went to her room to sleep. You went back to your room, sitting on your bed, holding your book tightly, you couldn't help but wonder why Mami didn't seem to care about you. Why did she always ignore you when you just wanted her to notice you and be proud of you? Why did you keep trying to talk to her, hoping she would finally pay attention to you, even though she never did?

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered to yourself, "Why couldn’t she be proud of me like the moms in the stories are of their children?”

Why do I continue to bend over backwards to fulfill your every request, knowing deep down that you're just putting on a facade for others?

“Mami, can I go to the arcade with my friends it’s the last day of school, and we want to do something fun together.” You were now eleven, older then ten but still young enough to think Alexia could change. Alexia had just came home from training,but she was on the phone with someone so she told you to quiet down. You sighed and walked to your room to put down your bag and change into something comfortable. You decide to do your work as you thought if you finished it your Mami would let you go out with your friends. When you heard Alexia said her goodbyes to whoever was on the phone. You opened your room door and called for her, and reapeated the question adding in the fact that you finished your school work. She said you weren’t allowed to go out today and you could go out with them tomorrow instead, you tried to explain to her that most of your friends would be out of the country but she said you shouldn’t argue with her as she was your mother, and that she had a reason for saying no. You asked her what the reason was and she said her teammates were coming over for teambuilding and she wanted you to help bring them drinks and buy food and snacks for them. You just nodded your head and said yes knowing there was no use arguing. By the time you got back her teammates were already there, you heard her teammate, Ingrid, compliment how good you are. But your Mami just dismissed it and said that it was just how you were. Her other teammate Lucia asked her if you played football, Alexia laughed and said she didn’t think so. Feeling a lump form in your throat, you dropped the bag of snacks to the floor, causing concern from the adults. You assured them you were fine and quietly announced to your mom that you were going to bed, your heart heavy with disappointment and a growing understanding of the reality of your relationship.

When you stepped into your room, the weight of disappointment and frustration became too much to bear. You collapsed onto your bed, letting the tears flow freely as you allowed yourself to finally break down. The floodgates of emotion opened, releasing the pent-up feelings of rejection, loneliness, and hurt that you had been holding back. With each sob, you felt a little bit of the burden lift from your shoulders, yet the ache in your heart remained, a constant reminder of the unmet longing for your mother's love and approval.

Why do I lie to those around me, insisting that your absence isn't your fault, when I know it is?

“Miss Sánchez, my mom can’t make it to my graduation, because she has some work issues.”

You were now 12 and graduating from Primary school, you knew you weren’t telling the truth but it was technically not a lie either. Your teacher asked if you wanted her to speak to your mom to ask her to come but you said it was okay and you knew your mom was busy that day. Your best friend, Zoe, did not believe you and asked you to tell her why your mom couldn’t come. You told her that she was just busy and that it wasn’t her fault because she was the captain and she had to help her teammates. Zoe said it was bullshit, and you agreed but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it after all she was still your mom. Zoe asked you again why she actually couldn’t come and you finally told her the truth, that your Mom was training another girl the same age as you, and that the girls graduation was the same day as yours but her parents couldn’t make it so your mom promised the girl she would go instead. When the day of the graduation came, you didn’t even see Alexia in the morning as she said she was going to get breakfast with the girl, you looked in the mirror and thought to yourself,” Why didn’t she remember or keep or the promises she made for me but keeps the promises she makes for this girl. She didn’t even remember the fact she promise you she would be at your graduation, two weeks ago.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the day you'd confront her, letting the anger and hurt fuel your determination to rise above her absence. You knew you deserved better, and you vowed to become stronger, despite her shortcomings. Why do I constantly make excuses for your shortcomings, even though you never bother to show up for me?

And you... why do you harbor such animosity towards me that you refuse to even acknowledge my existence anymore?

“Hey, have you talk to your mom about the road trip yet?” Zoe asked. You said you haven’t had the time to, but the truth was your Mom was spending more time with Elena the girl whose graduation she went to and missed yours as a consequence, and hadn’t been talking to you for about a week , if you were still twelve you would have been sobbing your eyes out but you were now thirteen and realize what your mom was truly like to you. The only interaction you had was when she gave you money or you gave her something to sign, not that you didn’t try on your part you send her messages asking her if she wanted to go out for breakfast, lunch, dinner or even to just kick the ball around but she didn’t see it much less respond to it or said yes. You even resorted to leaving notes on the table but when you came back home instead of seeing a reply the note was in the trash. You were very sure she wouldn’t even notice your gone as the road trip was only for a week, and you wanted to test out your theory. So you asked her to give you a weeks worth of allowance when you finally saw her and agreed, probably because it meant she wouldn’t have to interact more with you.

When you came back from the road trip, you found that your theory was sadly accurate. Your mom hadn't even noticed you were gone. There were no inquiries about your trip, no excitement to hear about your adventures, no concern for your well-being. It was as if you had never left.

At first, the realization stung. You couldn't understand why your own mother seemed to harbor such animosity towards you, why she couldn't spare a moment to acknowledge your existence. But as the days passed, you began to accept the truth: your relationship with your mom was not what you had hoped it would be. She was more invested in Elena, more interested in her life and her accomplishments, than she was in yours.

It hurt, of course it did. But you were thirteen now, no longer the naive twelve-year-old who believed that her mom's love and attention were guaranteed. You knew better. And so, with a heavy heart but a steely resolve, you made a silent vow to yourself: you wouldn't waste any more time trying to win your mom's affection.

What did I do to deserve such disdain from my own flesh and blood?

“I didn’t do anything wrong Mom, she tried to take my necklace!” You tried explaining to your , mom. But she didn’t listen to you instead taking away your necklace and giving it to Elena, and telling her to go to the living room. Elena acted like an angel in front of her saying it was okay but when she walked out and your mom’s back was facing towards her she gave you a smirk as if saying now you know who she loves more. You tried explaining the situation again, but your mom said she didn’t want to listen to you and that she was so disappointed that she raised such a selfish and jealous daughter. You wanted to protest and state your case but you gave up knowing there was no point, you were now fourteen you told yourself it would just be four years until your out of this emotional hell hole and you would be with the person who treated you like her actual daughter. The person who gave you the necklace Elena took.

What flaw in me is so repulsive that you would rather speak to her than to me, your own daughter?

“Mom, can I talk to you about football tatics,?” you asked. You asked Alexia about football tactics, hoping to bond over something you both enjoyed, but she brushed you off, claiming she was too busy. You said it was okay and continued to read, when you heard the phone ring, Alexia had answered with a “Hola,Pequeña” and you knew she was talking to Elena, as Elena was the only one she called Pequeña, she defiteniley didn’t call you that or anyother nickname in the first place. Hell she doesn’t even acknowlege your her daughter unless she’s scolding you and telling you how she couldn’t believe she raised you.

Feeling rejected once again, you retreated to your room, wondering what flaw in you was so repulsive that your own mother would rather speak to someone else.

You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her indifference pressing down on you like a heavy blanket.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you tried to make sense of the situation, to understand what was so wrong with you that she would rather speak with her instead. But you went to your bathroom wipe your tears, and reminded your self you were now fifteen and that when you were twelve you vowed to yourself that you would no longer allow Alexia's indifference to define you.

And despite all the hurt and disappointment you've caused, why do I still cling to the hope that one day, you'll finally be there for me, even though you've never shown any inclination to do so in the past?

“Mom, I have an important football match today, can you come to support me?” You asked, your voice tinged with a flicker of hope despite the years of disappointment weighing heavy on your heart.

Alexia glanced up from her phone, her expression distant as she muttered something about being busy and needing to focus on her and Elena’s own training. The familiar sting of rejection pierced through you once again, but you quickly masked your disappointment with a forced smile.

Deep down, you knew better than to expect her to show up. You knew the pattern all too well — your mother's absence, her lack of interest in your life, her constant prioritization of others over you. But still, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, a small part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

As you made your way to the football field, your heart heavy with the weight of unmet expectations, you tried to push aside the nagging doubts and convince yourself that today would be the day she finally showed up for you. But deep down, you knew the truth — that no matter how much you wished for her presence, she would never be there to cheer you on, to celebrate your victories, or to comfort you in your defeats.

And yet, despite all the hurt and disappointment she had caused, despite the countless times she had let you down, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that one day, she would finally be there for you. It was a hope born from a deep-seated longing for a mother's love and approval, a hope that refused to die despite the harsh reality of your relationship. Even though you promise yousrelf that you would stop, but this was her last chance, you were now seventeen but was turning eighteen soon and she didn’t take it, so you knew your decision.

After the game, that you won, you looked into the stands even though you knew no one would be there to your surprise, the women you met at a match your mom played, who then became the person who treated you like her actual daughter was there.

Her warm smile and enthusiastic applause filled you with a sense of validation and belonging that you had longed for but never received from your own mother.

As you made your way over to her, she enveloped you in a tight hug, congratulating you on your victory and praising your performance on the field and telling you that she couldn’t wait until you joined her to play in arsenal. The person who treated you like her actual daughter and the person you call Ma when you talked to, was Leah Williamson. In that moment, surrounded by her genuine affection and support, you felt a sense of relief wash over you — a sense of relief that you no longer needed to rely on your mother's approval to feel valued and loved.

I just wish one day I'll have enough courage to let go of the futile longing for your love and acceptance, and to find the strength to accept that you may never change, no matter how much I yearn for your presence in my life.

“You ready to go yet?” Your Ma asked you. You told her to give you a few minutes, you look around your now barren room, all the memories flooding back.

The first time you made it into a football team,

"Mom, I made it into the school’s football team."

"That's nice, honey," Alexia replied absentmindedly, her eyes glued to the screen.

"But you promised you'd pick me up today," you reminded her, your excitement dampened by her lack of attention.

"I know, sweetie, but something came up. The helper will take care of you," she said, barely sparing you a glance.

Disappointed but hopeful, you waited until dinner to share your news, hoping for a moment of connection.

"Not now, I'm busy," Alexia brushed you off, immersed in her work.

Crestfallen, you retreated to your room, the weight of her indifference pressing down on you.

"Why doesn’t she care?" you whispered to yourself, tears welling in your eyes. "Why can't she just be proud of me?"

The last day of school when you were eleven,

"Mami, can I go to the arcade with my friends? It’s the last day of school," you asked, longing for a moment of fun.

"Not today, darling," Alexia replied, her attention divided between you and her phone call.

"But I finished all my work," you protested, desperate for her approval.

"I said no. End of discussion," she declared, her tone final.

Defeated, you resigned yourself to another night at home, your heart heavy with disappointment.

Your graduation when you were twelve,

"Mom, why can't you come to my graduation?" you asked, masking the hurt in your voice.

"I have a work commitment, sweetie," Alexia replied, her words ringing hollow.

"But you promised," you whispered, the weight of her broken promises crushing you.

As the day of your graduation arrived, you watched as Alexia left to attend another girl's ceremony, leaving you behind.

"Why does she always choose someone else over me?" you wondered, the sting of rejection burning deep.

When Elena took your necklace, and she took her side,

"I didn’t do anything wrong, Mom," you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I don't want to hear it," Alexia cut you off, her disappointment palpable.

"Why won't you listen to me?" you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks.

As you stood in your room, the silence echoed around you, a painful reminder of your mother's absence.

"Mom, please," you begged, your voice breaking with emotion.

But there was no answer, only the emptiness of your own heartache.

With all this memories flooding back to you, you decided to write her a letter,

Dear Alexia,

As you can see i’m no longer calling you mom. Since I was ten i’ve been making excuses as to why you didn’t care for me, I remember the times when I reached out to you, hoping for even a semblance of acknowledgment, only to be met with silence and indifference. Like when I excitedly told you I made it into the school's football team, only to have you brush me off, too busy with your own affairs to spare a moment for me. Or when I asked if I could go to the arcade with my friends, hoping for a moment of fun together, only to be shut down without a second thought.

I've bent over backwards to fulfill your every request, hoping against hope that maybe this time, you would see me, truly see me, and be proud of me. But time and time again, I've been met with disappointment and heartache.

I've lied to those around me, insisting that your absence isn't your fault, when deep down, I know it is. I've made excuses for your shortcomings, trying to shield you from judgment, even though you've never bothered to show up for me.

And I've wondered, time and time again, what flaw in me is so repulsive that you would rather speak to someone else than to me, your own daughter. I've cried myself to sleep, wondering why you harbor such animosity towards me, why you refuse to even acknowledge my existence anymore.

But despite all the hurt and disappointment you've caused, I still cling to the hope that one day, you'll finally be there for me. That one day, you'll see me for who I am and love me unconditionally, just like in the stories.

But I've come to realize that hope can be a dangerous thing, especially when it's placed in someone who may never change. So I'm writing this letter to let you know that I no longer need to cling to that hope. I no longer need to yearn for your love and acceptance, because I've found it elsewhere.

I've found it in the woman who treated me like her own daughter, who was there for me when you weren't. I've found it in the friends who have stood by me through thick and thin. And most importantly, I've found it within myself.

I hope that I have fulfil your wished that I no longer disappoint you as I’m no longer your problem or yours’s anymore as I finally have enough courage to let go of the futile longing for your love and acceptance, and to find the strength to accept that you may never change, no matter how much I yearn for your presence in my life

So ,

this is goodbye

Sincerely,

Y/N

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shhh-secret-time · 6 months ago

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Hi lovey! I would never pass up an opportunity to request something from you, you are litro my fav writer on here ^_^ Obsessed with the way you perfectly capture the love in your polyam stuff, can we get Style x fem reader with some fluffy and soft lovemaking👀 Aaaa I’d just die for that!

Lots of love from a loyal reader, take care of yourself 💘✨

Me? Me am favorite? Why?! You bless me with the sweet words. I hope I continue to serve.

Also happy Kyle Week guys! We stan a silly man in love! I had a blast writing this one!

Warning: NSFW, Strong Language, F/M/M, Threesome, Pillow violence.

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kyle

It's the pressure on his chest that stirs him. At first it was gentle, almost comforting in a way, but now it's too much. Every time he takes a breath it's strained. Kyle doesn't need to open his eyes to know what the source of his discomfort is, he already knows.

Stanley Marsh was a cuddler. It wasn't a secret the man was the most touch starved human being in South Park, but some imaginary pride kept him from acting on it in public. Behind closed doors the man had to be touching Kyle constantly, especially if it was bedtime.

"Dude you can't break the nighttime routine. Hurry up and get your ass in this bed. I'm tired!"

"Then go to bed Stan! Just because you don't care about your skin's health doesn't mean I have to neglect mine!"

It would be one thing if it was just Stan, unfortunately he wasn't alone. You were just as bad, if not worse. Kyle couldn't recall any moment in his shared relationship with you and Stan if you were ever warm. Not a day went by that you didn't complain about being cold.

"Kyle, sweetheart, love of my life, sun in my sky, light of my-"

"Yes, you can use my hoodie and my sweatpants."

A part of him feels bad; because as he cracks open his eyes, letting that early morning light hit the greens of his eyes, you both look so peaceful on his chest. Nothing in this world ever makes him feel so at peace than when he catches his lovers cuddles up against him. Stan tucked into his side; face nuzzled into the crook of neck with a heavy arm wrapped around his chest. You under that arm, slotted between his legs with your head resting just below his heart.

No, he can't think of anything more perfect. One of the many perks of being an early riser. He'd never tell either of you how he lies here for the first ten minutes of his day just admiring your sleeping forms. The way your hair clung to your face or how you would mumble under your breath, letting him know what kind of dreams you were having. Or how Stan's lips would curl up into a smile when he placed a kiss on his forehead. It was adorable that he could give him a dorky smile in his sleep, even with that trail of drool rolling down the side of his chin.

Kyle could deal with the sore arm and crushed lungs, not even the sweat bothered him. But the one thing Kyle couldn't stand being was being late, he couldn't stand it when his schedule was thrown off. If the shrill screaming alarm went off, it meant it was time to get up. Time to start his day and get work done so he can come home to the both of you as quickly as possible. Do the work, get the reward. That anxiety of keeping anyone waiting for him or being late for something was too strong to ignore.

So, what was he to do when his alarm went off and his two partners wouldn't move. Normally the alarm at least stirred you off him, made Stan roll over and give him room to get up. Something about this chilly Thursday morning kept you both glued to your spots. If anything, Kyle thinks he felt Stan's muscles twitch and his arm slide down towards his waist, tightening his hold on him. Your smaller frame moving closer to the source of warmth, sliding your cold little hands under his shirt. He couldn't tell if you were secretly awake and punishing him for even thinking about moving, or if you were just innocently still asleep. Either way that damn alarm wouldn't stop screaming.

With a huff, he moves his free arm across your body and makes a grab for the phone. Stan's eye, the one not buried in the crook of his neck, cracks open and he swats Kyle's hand. Sleep still trapped in his eyes, Stan fumbles with the device making it stop its cry for attention. He misses the glare Kyle shoots his way.

"Stop movin'." Stan's grumbled words make it sound like he's not asking, but Kyle wasn't having it.

"You know I need to get up. Now come on, let me get up." Kyle goes to move you off his chest and into Stan's arms. He figures you both can keep each other warm and comfortable so he can get up to start his day.

"Stop moving..." You whine in response to him trying to get up. He lets out the softest grunt when you push on his chest.

His brows furrow when he's pushed back down onto the bed. Kyle's back hits the plush of the bed making the headboard knock against the wall. If this kind of behavior was done on the weekend, he would have found it kind of adorable that you're both being so whiney. It did make Kyle feel loved that he was wanted, but being loved doesn't pay the bills or excuse irresponsibility.

So, he tries again, moves his arm out from under Stan and wraps it around you. In your sleepy haze you think he's going to give you a hug and give into the snuggling. You should have known better, should have remembered that Kyle was a stubborn man. Kyle twists his body in Stan's hold and uses you as a shield. Moving you into the arms of the raven-haired man, which Stan almost falls for. It's instinct at this point for Stan to hold you.

As much as he clings to Kyle, Stan clings to you. He loves picking you up and taking you away from whatever you're working on for cuddles. You don't fight him nearly as much as Kyle does and you get his warmth, it's a win-win. You huff in response, how dare that man use you and Stan's weakness against you.

"Kyle...noooo! Come back to bed." Your hands fly out to grab at his pajama shirt, tugging on the material.

"Don't give me that. I already told Stan I need to get up, you heard my alarm I know you did." The scolding in Kyle's tone dies when he sees how sweet you look. Even Stan looks adorable with his messy hair and baby blue eyes.

How dare you use his weakness for puppy dog eyes against him. The only defense he can think of is to turn his head and twist his body away from cute kryptonite. Turning his back on you proved to be his downfall. As soon as he did Stan's arm was around his waist, pulling him back against him again. You slipped around his body as if this was a coordinated attack. You moved your hands up his chest and locked them lazily around his neck.

"You're both horrible! God damn it Stan let me go! And you-" Kyle's protests come with a healthy scowl, one he's sure you're not taking seriously. "-you stop helping him!"

"Just five more minutes, please!" You whisper pleading, almost begging.

He knows better. Kyle knows better than to say yes because it won't be five minutes. It'll turn into ten, and that ten will turn to twenty. He'll be trapped here until Stan's alarm goes off, where he'll lay there watching him hit snooze three times. By then he'll have hit the fourth and Kyle will be late for work.

"No. I warned you both last night not to stay up and watch Castlevania." Despite his complaints, Kyle finds his body starting to melt back into the bed. His muscles don't tense as they should. His hands don't pry you away from him and instead find home on your hips. He even lets Stan intertwine his legs with his.

"Hmm, you're just grumpy Stan and I watched it without you." You hum in response, pressing a soft kiss on one of the stray freckles on his neck.

"Hm." Stan doesn't seem to register the conversation you're having, just grunting to tell you he's still awake. And that he really doesn't want to be.

"I'm not upset that you- wait you watched it all?"

".... No?" You muffle your lie in his skin, trying to hide the growing smile creeping across your face.

"You little shit!" He goes to bite down on your neck, squirming out of Stan's hold just enough to pin your wrists back by your head.

Squeals and kicks aren't enough to get him to stop. He rolls you over until you’re flat on your back, being late for work is a distant thought. Not when you just ratted yourself and Stan out. A betrayal like this can't go unpunished. Try as you might, you can't fight back Kyle's light-hearted wrath. His hands are up and under your shirt before you can blink, squeezing and tickling the sides of your stomach.

"Stan! Stan, help meeee! He did it too! Get him!" One minute you're begging to be saved, the next you're trying to drag him down with you. Gasping loudly as you try to catch your breath in between giggles.

Stan grumbles something now more awake since all that kicking, you're doing landed his way. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes before registering what you just said. A little smirk playing on his lips and instead of coming to your aid, he props himself up on his elbow.

"He'll get his! Don't you worry!" Stan's smirk drops. Kyle cuts him off like he knows Stan was about to protest. "Stanley Marsh don't you even try and get out of this!"

Luckily for you Kyle's assault stops long enough for you to scramble away and catch your breath. Your heels dig into the bed, hands fumbling the pillow beside you. Anything to keep distance between Kyle and your sore sides. You watch as Stan sits up, giving Kyle a loving look. Slowly a hand cups Kyle's hips, soft digits rubbing circles in a way that allows him to dip them past the band of Kyle's sweatpants. The Marsh Charm™ is in full effect.

"Kyle...dude look we can watch it again. And we'll get all the satisfaction of watching your cute face react to the stuff we already know." Stan lets his voice dip low, sweet whispers against the shell of his ear.

"Yeah? To the stuff you already know?" Kyle leans into his touch, lips getting closer towards Stan's. He's close enough that Stan's eyelids lower down, breath ghosting across his partner's lips.

"Hm-m."

The poor fool. You almost feel bad for Stan. The Marsh Charm™ is but a candle to the roaring fire that is the Broflovski Wrath™. As soon as Kyle brushes his lips across Stan's lips, and the man's shoulders drop, a pillow is swung hard against the side of his head. Out of left field a flash of blue and white stripes slam into the side of Stan's head. Hovering over him in triumph, Kyle continues his attack. Stan's arms come up to defend his face from the memory foam, each wack making a thump against his head.

"I.don't.want.your.shitty.excuses!" Each word comes with a healthy swing. Kyle was on a warpath now. Denied the right to get up and get his morning coffee. Denied the right to a warm shower to wash the sleep out of his eyes. Denied the right to whatever else his morning routine demanded. And now he was denied any happiness that would have come with watching a silly Netflix animated series with the loves of his life.

Once he's decided Stan's had enough, he falls back onto the bed and sighs. He didn't need to look at his phone, there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be late. So, he tosses the pillow onto Stan's face, who had just let his guard down again, and curls up next to you. Right back in the middle where you both had him moments ago.

"Fine. You win. The both of you are terrible, awful influences and when I get fired, you'll have no one to blame but yourselves." You and Stan both know that would never happen. The company Kyle worked for needed him badly, and he almost never called out of work.

When he closes his eyes, he expects the both of you to return to your spots. Reaping the sweet reward of a few more minutes of shut eye, basking in the warmth of his body like you always do. And in a way, you do. You and Stan take your positions against him, with you pressed up against his chest and Stan against his back.

Only you don't rest your head on his chest, instead he feels your hands playing with the metal snap buttons on his shirt. He feels Stan's hands playing with the hem of his pants again, hooking a thumb in the band of the sweats. Stan tugs him back against him just as your fingers pop a button open. The little snap makes his eyes shoot open.

"Someone's grumpy~"

"Are you mad at us baby?"

That purr in your voice and that little laugh that comes from Stan tells him that neither of you had any plans of going back to sleep. Kyle feels Stan's nails dig into his hips and can't help but groan a little at the pain. Those pretty sounds from his lips make Stan's cock jump up at attention, the borrowed basketball shorts do little to hide his growing arousal. Chapped lips trail down Kyle's neck, brushing up against the pulse point on his throat. Kyle's head lulls back expecting Stan to bite down, but all it does is open him up for Stan's lips to continue exploring.

He's so wrapped up in the way Stan makes him feel that he barely registers it when you push his shirt down. The shirt folds and slides down towards his elbows where you leave it. Your lips almost meet Stan's at the same point on his body, right on his shoulder where more freckles cover his skin. When your lips brush against Stan's you let out the sweetest laugh, one Kyle can feel make his heart speed up.

"Was here first~" Stan smirks down at you, nipping at your bottom lip. "I left his neck for you."

You giggle again and push your lips up against his as if to silence him with a kiss. You weave a response in between kisses. "You're the biter Stan, you take his neck."

"Don't talk like I'm- ah!" Kyle yelps when your teeth sink into his chest, right below his collarbone. It cuts his complaints short and turns it into a loud moan.

It's Stan's turn to laugh, a hint of pride in that deep sound. His thumb brushes over the bright red mark left behind, admiring it with a grin. He presses his lips back onto Kyle's skin right at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

"F..Fucking Christ you two. What happened to five more minutes?" Kyle gasps at the warmth left behind Stan's tongue.

"Stan and I had other ideas! You seemed so upset that we did something without you." As sweet as you sounded, the way your nails scraped down his chest and stomach made Kyle groan. "Now we're doing something with you. Isn't this better Ky?"

He wants to respond with a snarky comment, to gain some sense of control over the situation, but his head is spinning. He should be used to this by now, how you and Stan make him feel. But every kiss and hot breath that ghosts his skin makes his heart flutter, it makes him fall that much deeper in love. Especially when he hears praise after praise falls from your lips.

"So pretty."

Was he really? Kyle looked at himself in the mirror that was connected to your dresser. His face was flushed, and his hair was a mess.

"Love those sounds Ky."

His moans? Or the whimpers? Both? He couldn't stop them if he tried.

"Keep you rockin' your hips like that fuck you feel so good."

Just a little friction, something to help relieve his throbbing cock. Something to help Stan's that pushed him forward, forcing his cock to grind against the thin material of your underwear.

"Let’s get this off you."

The desperate whine that escapes his lips turns into a gasp when Stan pushes his sweats down. Your hands follow close behind pushing down his boxers leaving him in nothing but that sleep shirt still draped on his arms. Stan moves his hands off his hips for a moment, he feels the man shift behind him and soon the rustling of clothes close behind. But a second later he feels Stan's arousal against his.

His cock slides up between his legs pressing up against his. Kyle bites his bottom lip as he reaches down to grasp both members in his hand. Deft fingers wrap around them and begin pumping slowly, creating delicious friction. When Stan moans lowly and jerks his hips, it encourages him to go faster. Pre-cum being smeared in-between his hand and their shafts. It was messy but it made him feel so good, so good he didn't want to stop. He could feel that pressure building, pleasure rocking in his stomach in time with Stan's clumsy thrusts. He tightens his hand, squeezing the tips just as his hand comes back up.

It wasn't until he felt Stan's desperate hands grab at his wrist that he realized just how close he was. The hot pleasure that he was building up simmered down to a low heat. Tiny beads of sweat already forming on his chest and down his arms. When he looked down at you, you seemed to be enjoying the show.

Your fingers were dancing up and down his stomach, causing the skin to flex in response. He watched as they traced up towards Stan's arms and up back behind Kyle's head.

"We have all morning now Ky. Relax~ let's take it slow." Stan purred in his ear, low and soft. He felt his face burry into the crook of his neck again.

Kyle closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. Still, that didn't stop him from seeking out something to help his aching cock. He pulls you closer towards his frame, feeling your thighs instinctively spreading enough to where he can slot himself between. A moan escapes you as he slips his fingers down the hem of your underwear. He slips his fingers past the band, immediately seeking out your wetness. Kyle coats his fingers before placing them straight along your clit.

Your hips start to move in sync with his fingers. Grinding against the calloused fingertips, trying to create more friction. The angel of his hand and the fact that you were the only one still dressed made that difficult.

"Help me take this off."

You sound so desperate, how could he not? Hurriedly he removes his fingers from your cunt to assist you in removing what clothes you still had on. As soon as they were thrown off to the side, creating some pile in the corner of your shared bedroom, his fingers were back on you.

The only time his fingers stop their assault is when he feels your body tense. They sneak down, drenching in slick, he pushes them inside of you. Pulling his fingers out of you just enough to where he can slide them back inside. He creates a repetitive motion, curling his fingers against the sweet spot of your walls.

Stan watches from behind him with a humming approval. His own hand reaches out and grips your chin, bringing you closer. Your lips lock together for a brief moment. Gentle soft kisses that come with a warm smile. Your bodies pressed firmly against Kyle.

Stan gives you one last lazy peck on the lips before he moves his hand back down to Kyle's thigh. He nudges his legs open just enough to slip his hard cock up against his backside. There's a moment where he pulls away but it's only a breath. He twists his body back with a small blue bottle of clear gel.

Seconds later he repositions himself behind Kyle. It's like every moan you let out only encourages him. After putting a healthy amount of lube on his cock, Stan aligns himself back up against him. He takes the time to lather the cold gel onto his hole before gently pushing himself in. Kyle slightly winces in response, his body tensing but as he focuses on fingers on you, he relaxes.

"That's it Ky. Relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good." His sweet words coax him. Kyle can only bite his lip and nod.

At the same time, you pull his hand out of your soaked cunt. His fingers coated in your arousal. You smile up at him when his eyes fly down to you. He's worried for a moment, but that look of love and admiration in your eyes makes him relax.

Not wanting you to go far from him, Kyle wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against him. He copies Stan's movements and lifts your thigh, tossing your leg over his hip where Stan takes your ankle.

His hand going down to spread your lips where he eagerly guides his tip inside, you both sigh a relieving sigh at the feeling of it. A deep groan sounded from him and Stan both, once he's fully sheathed inside you. Stan rocks his hips forward, pushing in and out carefully. He tries to keep things slow, concentrating on pleasuring you just as much as Stan's giving him.

But the minute he rocks into you, being carried by Stan's momentum, he's commenting on his own desire. "More. Please, hurry up."

You roll your hips in response, hands flying out to be tangled up in his hair. There's that silent conversation that goes on between you and Stan again, one that he can't follow because of how much of a daze he's in. Stan presses a kiss on his cheek, you press one on his chest.

"Anything for you baby." It's the way your voice dips into a sultry purr and the way Stan's hands grab hips. "Like when you beg."

Kyle's seeing stars.

The delicious sounds and desperate use of his name almost sends him overboard. Stan's grip tightens and he picks up his movements, fucking him at a steady pace. Every time Stan drives his cock into him, it pushes his own further into you. Tight walls wrapped around his dick perfectly, like it was made for him.

Your walls stretch and pull him. Accommodating for the thick size, each thrust reaching further inside. Kyle nudges every sweet spot he can to pull more moans from you. The sound of wet skin on skin filled the room. A perfect rhythm and dance created.

It isn't until his name comes out in a choked cry that he knows how close you are. He hits a particular spot that had your vision turning white. That feeling of hot pressure shoots up through your body and down to your feet, you arch your back determined to have him repeat the action. "Th-there! Right there again! Please!"

Drawn-out moans escape his throat encouraging Stan to go faster and him to thrust harder. Your arms wrap around his neck bringing him down for another kiss. Stan's gaze makes it all the hotter, as he patiently waits for his turn. Once you break for air, Kyle doesn't get that luxury because Stan's mouth his on his before he can breathe. Each kiss makes him feel more and more loved.

Kyle has to break the kiss to breathe. To catch his breath and stop the room from spinning. The lack of air leads to the growing pressure building up in his stomach again. He's so close, he can feel his stomach tighten. That familiar warmth pooling at his stomach. He knew Stan was close from the way his hips were beginning to lose their steady rhythm. He wants to hold out. Find a way to cum together, he's not sure why he wants that so badly, but he does.

In seconds of wishful thinking, he feels your body start to tense. Your orgasm building higher and higher, walls constricting around his cock. Kyle watches your eyes flutter shut as a high-pitched whine escapes your lips.

"Close- 'm so close! Gonna cum!"

"Fu-fuck!"

Then like a band stretched too far. He snaps. Kyle lets his climax take over, spilling his load inside of you. The sight alone makes Stan follow shortly after. With a final thrust he buries himself deep inside of him, tightening his arms as he does. Between his blunt nails digging into your thighs and the lazy thrusts, you follow shortly after.

Kyle's heart was racing so loudly it was all he could hear past the soft panting. The out of breath chest heaving up and down in time with one another. He's never felt more connected to anyone before. Through his glossy vision he watches as you're the first to move, slipping off his softening cock. Stan follows behind pulling out of him slowly. Why was his body so spent? He felt so exhausted at that moment.

Your gentle hands move to help clean him, and Stan lifts him up enough to where he's back on his pillows. They've never felt so soft in that moment. He lets his eyes close, and he feels the weight of it all.

"Mm... give… give me a minute and I'll get up." Kyle mumbles in the fluff of the pillows.

"Okay baby. Stan and I are gonna make breakfast. That sound good?"

He doesn't respond. Even his mouth feels too heavy to talk. He just nods and decides to give himself five more minutes. Then he'll get up, grab a cup of coffee, and start his day.

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sapphicvqmpires · 2 years ago

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ i miss you there (pt.1)

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 2k

Contains - smut (18+), choking, cunnilingus, fingering, reader is lowkey a cry baby, annoyed but understanding shuri, some fluff, some hurt

Keywords - nkosazana (princess)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Shuri drops what she’s doing and sighs in annoyance. She rolls her eyes, transparent with her frustration as she walks over to you. Your stomach twists at the sight of her because, even though you’re angry and touch deprived, she still looks so damn good in her black compression shirt and silver chain. She holds the back of your head as she gently brings you into her chest, resting her chin on the top of your head. “I just miss you,” you whine into her

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @zayswriting @shuriszn @shurislover @mermaidchansons

Writer Note: I definitely drew inspiration from @mermaidchansons “Touch Me” fic, so shoutout to them! This is gonna be 2 parts, this is just part 1. I feel like I didn’t proof read this enough, so sorry if there’s any mistakes. Also, ntm on my Xhosa, I got it from Google lollll

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ You look down at your phone and you feel gutted at the *seen* underneath the text you left Shuri. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you opened your heart to her. She warned you numerous times before you started dating that being with her would not be easy. She was busy, and even though she set up her own lab away from Wakanda to be closer to you, it still seemed like she was miles away.

You sent her the text 2 hours ago, asking if you guys could facetime tonight, only to be left on *seen*. You pouted, feeling neglected and unwanted. It seemed like she wasn't even trying to pay attention to you. Not to mention she hasn’t touched you in a fair amount of time, besides the stolen kisses you take from her every chance you get. You sit on your bed, heavily glaring at your unanswered text message.

“Fuck it,” you say to yourself. “If she don’t wanna answer my damn texts, I’ll go bother her then.”

Shuri’s lab is not a far drive from your guys’ apartment, but it still gives you too much time to think. You pulled up, and punched in the code that Shuri gave you. The door opens, and there she is. She’s concentrated like her life depended on it, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that it probably did. You almost forget that you’re mad, lost in how hot she is. You cherish the sight of her for a second, adoring the way her brows pulled together as she fixates herself on her work. You love the way her perfectly coiled curls rest on her forehead, complimenting her almond shaped eyes, evident in desperate need of sleep. She’s beautiful.

“Nkosazana, what are you doing here? It’s late. Don’t you have an early morning class tomorrow?” Shuri says, still deep into whatever she’s doing, barely even looking at you.

Your face grows hot in frustration. “You didn’t answer my text.”

“Uxolo (Sorry). I was busy.”

“A simple ‘Sorry baby, I can’t. I’ll be busy’ text would suffice,” you snap, trying to keep your cool.

Shuri drops what she’s doing and sighs in annoyance. She rolls her eyes, transparent with her frustration as she walks over to you. Your stomach twists at the sight of her because, even though you’re angry and touch deprived, she still looks so damn good in her black compression shirt and silver chain. She holds the back of your head as she gently brings you into her chest, resting her chin on the top of your head.

“I just miss you,” you whine into her. She kisses the top of your head, caressing your box braids right before she goes back to her desk to continue her work. You follow her, leaning your chin onto her shoulder as you hover over her and her work.

“Y/n, I told you I would be busy these next couple of weeks, did I not? Wakanda needs me right now…”

You stay silent with no means to argue with her on that. You knew she was right.

“I’m going to Wakanda for about a week or so,” Shuri says, breaking the silence.

“What?? When??”

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow, nkosazana. Actually in a couple hours probably. Okoye will be here before the sun rises. But I’ll be back before you know it and I promise you’ll have all my attention.” Shuri turns to face you, noticing the clear glaze building up in your eyes. “Are you crying?”

“Shut up.”

Shuri sighs, now completely facing you as you stand in between her legs. She takes your hands in hers. “Y/n, I TOLD you. I told you this wasn’t going to be easy. I love you baby, and I miss you, for real. But I absolutely need to get this done. Now please stop crying. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“You did this,” you mellow.

“Nkosazana…please.” Shuri holds your hand and brushes her lips against your knuckles. You take a second to bask in this moment, grasping onto every butterfly that flutters inside you. You don’t know when you’ll feel like this again.

“Ndiyakuthandana (I love you),” she finally says.

“I love you too…but I miss you.”

Shuri looks up at you, and you notice a snap in her eyes as they shift back into her frustration. She glides her palms on her face and exhales heavily as she lifts herself off the chair, motioning you to sit. “Here…sit down.”

You look at her in confusion, but you do as she says. Shuri gets down on her knees, spreading you open just a bit. The warm liquid forming in between your legs makes you understand completely what Shuri wants. What you both want. She begins to lift your skirt to your hips, intentionally running her hands up your thighs on the way up. Her eyes settle on the dark, damp spot seeping through the fabric of your panties.

“Oh, you miss me alright,” she says, her voice low and raspy.

She brings her lips to yours, sucking and biting on your bottom lip.

“Shuri…I--”

“Ssshh, baby. I’m right here. Be patient.”

She dips her head back down and places kisses on your inner thighs, biting down a bit. The heat in your stomach grows, and you let out a moan as Shuri begins playing with your clit over your panties. Her slender fingers make slow and painful strokes over the material, and you're throbbing underneath. She takes her thumb and applies more pleasure to your clit, and your jaw drops.

“Sh--Shuri,” you moan.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Disrupt me while I’m working one more time, and so help me Bast…”

She almost aggressively removes your panties, sliding them all the way down your thighs, carelessly chugging them to the side. She spreads you open wholly, her gaze fixated on your glazed pussy.

“Fuck, I miss you.”

“Shuri, please baby. Enough with teasing, put your mouth on me already.”

A crooked smile creeps on her lips as she kisses you from your ankles all the way up to your inner thigh. She takes one lap in between your slit experimentally, circling her tongue around your clit. You drive your hips forward, desperate for more pressure, but Shuri holds your hips in place, forcing you to keep still. She takes your thighs and rests them on her shoulders, fully submerging herself into your dripping cunt. She eats mercilessly, taking her tongue to places you almost forgot you had.

“Shuri I…I can’t.” You’re throbbing so much, it almost hurts. Every move she makes in between your pussy lips pushes you closer to ecstasy. She lifts her face off for a few seconds, and it’s the worst few seconds of your week.

“Stand up,” she demands, her voice laced with desire. You comply as she picks you up, her hands firm around your ass. Your pussy is pressed against her lower abdomen, dripping against her. You lightly grind against her, hoping to get some relief. Shuri feels it and chuckles at the sight of how desperate you are. “Nyamezela sithandwa sam, ndizakuhoya (Be patient my love, I’ll take care of you).”

You have no idea what she’s saying but you don’t even care. You just want her to finish what she started. Shuri places you on her desk. Goosebumps appear on your skin as you come in contact with the coolness of her workspace. She pushes your long braids to the back.

“You miss me?”

“Yeah,” you say through your heaving chest.

“Then spread open for me, y/n. Let me inside that pretty pussy.”

You comply without question. Your dark pussy gleamed with your slick, swollen from Shuri’s tongue work. Shuri takes 2 digits, and slides them into your plush walls, receiving lustful moans coming from the back of your throat. She pumps in and out, taking no time to hammer into you.

“This is what you get for complaining all the time.”

“Shuri…I-”

“You what, baby? What do you need now?” She continues to slam her fingers into you, your walls closing in, gripping onto her like a leech. Shuri loves the way your pussy caresses her fingers. She can feel the way you pulse against her.

“I wanna cum,” you moan. You submit to the white hot feeling forming in your gut. Shuri curls her fingers just right, hitting your tender spot. You begin to moan her name unapologetically, as she takes your clit with her thumb. She removes her fingers, and uses them to spread your lips open, gazing at the wet mess she created.

“Bast y/n, you should see what you look like. So pretty and swollen.”

You whimper at the sight of her admiring your wet cunt. You could feel your orgasm trying to force its way through but you needed her back inside to finish.

“Shuri baby, I’m so close, please.”

She smiles wickedly as she grabs your throat. She continues to finger fuck you while she’s choking you, leaving you just enough air to cry her name out. You gasp but you absolutely do not want her to stop. You loved when she placed her tattooed hand around your throat. You clutch the edge of her desk, thrusting your hips forward.

“Stop moving, nkosazana, I’ll get you there.” She pumps into you hard, curling and spreading her fingers inside you like butter. You can feel your inner walls twitch with every thrust she gives you. The room goes silent for a second, with nothing but the sound of your helpless moans and your wet cunt.

“You hear that, baby? That’s my pretty pussy making all that sound. Bast, you’re soaking wet.”

Shuri’s voice seeps into your skin as the room goes hazy. Her hand is still tight around your throat and you gasp her name in praise. You surrender to your orgasm and it feels like ecstasy coursing between your thighs. The walls inside you are contracting to the rhythm of your girlfriend's fingers. Her touch was heaven. Oh how you missed her.

She slowly pulls out, your slick tugging with her fingers as she sucks her digits dry.

“Umnandi (You’re delicious).”

Your pussy clenches at the sound of her speaking Xhosa as you climb back down from your blissful high. Shuri helps pull your skirt back down, with no attempt to retrieve your panties that have been tossed onto the floor earlier. She grabs you by the throat once more and brings your face closer to hers, a soft moan escaping your lips from the pressure. A twisted smile appears on her face as she brings herself to your ear.

“Be patient with me when I’m working, nkosazana or I swear you’ll be so swollen, you won't be able to walk.”

There’s a pulse in your pussy, and you give her those “innocent” eyes you know drives her mad. “You promise?”

Shuri balls her fist in sexual frustration. She inhales and exhales slowly. “Mhmm.”

She lets go of you, bringing your braids to the front, admiring the way they gently caress your face.

“Umhle kakhulu, sithandwa sam (You’re so beautiful, my love),” she says as she plants a kiss on your forehead before she begins to pack up her work for the night. You watch the way she carefully places her gadgets and tools away, in awe.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. You’re beautiful.”

Shuri smiles at you, giving out a breathless laugh. You exchange goodnight kisses and hugs and you swear you almost don’t let go.

“I’m leaving for a week, not a year. You’ll be fine.”

“I know.”

Shuri reassures that she’ll keep in contact with you when she’s gone the best that she can. You roll your eyes a bit, but take her word for it. You give her one last kiss before you take off. The car ride is silent as you replay Shuri’s touch in your mind over and over again. You swear you can still feel her inside you, a lingering sensation only she gave you. You can’t wait to piss her off again. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

#shuri x you #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #shuri smut #smut #wlw smut #fluff #sub!y/n #shuri udaku #shuri black panther

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wanderer-six · 2 years ago

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Taste of You

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

AN: I am convinced that Echo would be addicted to u riding his face to an unreasonable degree and also he's my precious boy so I wish to praise him bc he deserves it aaa💖 this is my 2nd fic and my first Blatantly Inappropriate fic so please lmk what u think LOL

Relationships: Echo x Fem Jedi!Reader (established relationship)

Summary: When you and Echo have the night together, he's content to keep you on his face the entire evening. But you aren't about to let your poor lover go unattended...

Warnings: general smut, faceriding, praise kink ("good boy"), hand?job?

Word Count: 1.3k

“Echo…!”

A swift movement of Echo’s tongue ripped a moan from your lips. With the war raging on, it was not often enough that you found yourself here, enjoying the company of your beloved ARC trooper in the privacy of a Coruscant hotel room. But the two of you always made the most of the rare occasions when your shore leave coincided with his…

…and more often than not, that led to you in this position: sitting on the face of the most adorable man in the GAR.

Between gasps and whimpers, you glanced down at the sweet face buried between your thighs. You managed a soft smile in the midst of your pleasure. Since his return from Skako Minor, Echo has struggled so greatly to be comfortable, too wary of himself to ever relax. But somehow, whenever he was beneath you like this, it seemed his every stress and worry would melt away.

Frankly, you wondered if he enjoyed it even more than you did—and that was saying something.

Gently, you trailed your fingers across Echo’s scalp. When he moaned in response, you shivered at the vibrations that traveled through your core. He suckled and lapped at your sensitive clit, and from the sound alone, you could tell you were sopping wet.

But as incredible as he felt, you still longed for something more. Braving a glance over your shoulder, you could see just how hard he was—his length dripping with excitement, twitching at every moan you uttered. You licked your lips, knowing exactly what would sate your appetite.

“Mm, Echo…” you hummed. Your hands ran gently along his head, the soft touches you knew he loved. “Will you please fuck me, sweetheart? I want you inside of me…”

Echo groaned against you. His already tight grip on your hips tugged you even closer to him. He kept teasing you with his tongue, his eyes closed in utter bliss. When at last he broke away for a breath, he didn’t bother opening them.

“Five more minutes,” he grunted, before his mouth was on your sex once more.

You rolled your eyes. You would expect that answer from a lazy cadet attempting to sleep in during training, not the man who would sooner suffocate than miss a taste of you. But how could you be upset with him? Tenacious and stubborn, he was an ARC through and through—and that dedication showed tenfold when it came to pleasing you. And while you were pleased—by the stars, were you pleased—you only wished to take such good care of him, in turn.

But, with Echo’s iron grip on your hips and his insatiable appetite for you, it seemed you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. However, before you could resign yourself to another hour of riding his face (it was never, ever just “five minutes”), an idea came to you.

Echo wasn’t the only one with specialized training… and you had something in mind.

Willing yourself through the pleasure that Echo’s dexterous tongue overwhelmed you with, you managed to look over your shoulder once more. Shining beads of precum dribbled down Echo’s poor, neglected cock. Though you wanted with all of your heart to lick him clean, your mouth couldn’t reach him from this position. But that didn’t mean you were helpless.

Gently closing your eyes, you raised a hand—reaching out to the Force and flexing your palm slightly…

…and in moments, you had him in your grasp.

Almost instantly, Echo gasped, nearly choking as his drenched mouth broke away from your pussy.

“Ah… w-what… what are you…” he uttered, trying to form the words between his moans. But you quickly shushed him, settling your hips back onto his face once again and beckoning for his mouth to take you with a grind of your hips.

“Shh, it’s all right, handsome. I’ve got you…” you cooed. Your free hand continued caressing his head, while the other began to gently pump him with the Force. A smirk found your lips. “You promised me five more minutes, didn’t you? I know you’ll be a good boy and keep that promise…”

You can’t say what had Echo’s face more red—the way you were getting him off, or the sultry sweet praise you showered him with. Either way, he fell into this new pleasure quickly enough, lapping at you with renewed hunger while his hips desperately thrusted into the air.

With all the diligence of a perfect soldier, Echo kept true to his word, his tongue driving you into a stupor over and over again. All the while, you worked his length with the Force, pumping his length ever so gently—enough to drive him to his breaking point, but never past it. Each time you coaxed his cock with the perfect touch, feeling in the Force that he neared his end, you would release your hold on him—and he would be quite vocal about his distress from his safehaven between your thighs.

But as the night grew darker—as the sheen of sweat coated your trembling forms—you knew you couldn’t last much longer. Your dripping wetness painted the insides of your thighs and smothered your lover’s face, and all the same, Echo’s cock throbbed and ached. Both of you were desperate to cum, and try as you might to hold out, you couldn’t help but want to spoil that adorable man beneath you.

“Echo…!” you breathed. Gently, you tightened your thighs around his face and pressed your pussy against his mouth in the way you knew made him dizzy with delight. “Ah... please, make me come...! Good boy...”

As you rode him, you pumped him faster, feeling in the Force the way his cock twitched and swelled with excitement. With one last swirl of Echo’s tongue around your clit, the anticipation tightening within you finally unraveled. Your body seized as pulses of pleasure tore through you, and you came hard on Echo’s face.

From beneath you, Echo groaned loudly. His hips bucked desperately into the air one last time before he came, spraying hot strings of cum onto his chest and your back. Once he finished, you lowered your hand, releasing him from your Force grip. Trembling with exhaustion, he practically collapsed beneath you.

As you dismounted Echo’s face, he gasped for air, chest heaving even as you settled down beside him in the bed. His wide, golden eyes stared hard at the ceiling, as if he couldn’t believe he had survived such a taxing endeavor.

But before you could check in on him, he pulled your body close to his, meeting you in a fierce and desperate kiss. His tongue delved between your lips, and you could taste yourself on him.

When he finally broke away, he had to catch his breath again—but with his forehead on yours, he donned the biggest, warmest grin you think you’ve ever seen from your usually grumpy ARC trooper.

“I… I-I thought I was going to die,” he rasped. “Oh, kriff… we need to do that again.”

You laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you had such a good time,” you sighed. But after a moment, a mischievous smirk appeared on your lips. “Although…”

Echo’s eyes pleaded with yours. “What?”

With a gentle flex of your fingers, the Force just barely brushed against Echo’s overstimulated cock—forcing a hiss from between his teeth as his body jerked in surprise.

“I still expect you to fuck me, sweetheart,” you whispered into his ear, kissing softly on his neck soon after.

With a wide, hazy smile, Echo could only chuckle.

“You know I will, beautiful,” he promised. Sighing deeply, he laid on his back once more. “Just… give me five more minutes.”

Rolling your eyes, you found a small smile, making yourself comfortable against the chest of the man you adored more than anything.

AN: Thank you for reading!! please let me know if I missed anything in tags/warnings especially for a nsfw fic but most of all I hope u enjoyed!!~~✨✨

#tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #echo x reader #the bad batch echo x reader #Echo/Reader #W6Fic #redo bc I accidentally biffed the formatting in the first upload lol soz QQ

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years ago

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Neglect

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- Angst, misunderstanding, fluff, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, from behind, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

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Yoongi POV

"Jagi, I can't right now", I say

"You can naekkeo", she whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, her arms around me from behind

God she's driving me insane

I just want to turn around, throw her on my desk and fuck her hard and fast

But I can't

Namjoon needs this song in an hour before practice

"No baby, I can't. Namjoon needs the song before practice. That's in an hour."

"Really naekkeo? You can't just stop for ten minutes?", she asks

"Ten?", I ask pretending to be shocked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Oh stop. You know what I mean. If you only have ten minutes, then you can do it in ten", she rolls her eyes

Fuck she's making it really hard to say no

Just thinking of her sliding up and down my cock is turning me on

'Stop!', I yell at myself

I need to get this done

"Baby, I want to but I can't right now ok?"

She sighs, "Ok Yoongi."

I feel bad for saying no again

It's not like I don't want her, I do but I have so much work and it's stressing me out

"I guess I'm gonna go so you can finish", she says

I don't want her to go but I shouldn't keep her here

She was with me all morning and I haven't paid any attention to her

And I'm just going straight to practice after this

"Ok jagi. I'll see you tonight ok?"

"Yeah Yoongi. Ok naekkeo", she answers

She leans down and kisses my cheek

"I love you"

"I love you Jo", I answer

She gives me a small smile, then she's gone

I feel bad that I'm not spending any time with her

It's been like this for awhile because we're getting ready to release a new album

We get really busy during that time

This is the first album since our wings album and we got bigger

There's a lot of changes for this album

More photo shoots, more videos, more practices, more everything because now there are different versions of the album

I always get home really late and she's always asleep when I get there

She's also asleep when I leave at the ass crack of dawn

I know she's probably upset but she never shows it or complains

I'm so lucky I have her

And I'm going to make everything up to her as soon as I have any free time

She deserves that and I want her to know how much I love her

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I'm so tired

I'm on a break from the photo shoot we have today

I didn't get home last night until after 2

She was already sleeping and I felt like such an asshole

I told her I'd see her last night but I couldn't

Again

But I did get to see her a little this morning

She had to get up with me

She's one of our makeup artists and she had to come with me to the photo shoot

The photo shoot is almost over but I have practice after this

Again

So I don't know when I'm going to see her

Which is why I'm looking for her now so I can spend my break with her

If I can find her before it ends

I pass by a room, glancing in and seeing her there

I'm about to walk in when I see she's talking to someone, Grace another make up artist who she's close with

"He said no?", Grace asks

"Yeah", she answers

"Why?"

"He said he had to finish a song. I get it, I know he's busy"

"Uh yeah but it's obvious it's bothering you"

"Yeah but not because I didn't get sex", she answers

"Ok then why?"

"I just....he's always been busy before but that's never stopped him. He'd always find time see me for like fifteen or twenty minutes."

"For sex?", Grace asks

"Yes and no. Not just sex but to talk to me, hug me, tell me he loves me, see how my day is going, tell me about his. You know things a boyfriend says to his girlfriend"

"And he hasn't been doing that?"

"No", she answers, "Yesterday when I told him I was leaving he just said ok. He didn't try to stop me or ask me to stay or to go to practice with him. I just left and didn't hear from him for the rest of the day. I saw him when he woke me up to come here."

I didn't want her to go but I really didn't think she'd want to come to another practice

"Uh when was the last time you had sex with him"

"Uh two, no, three months ago", she answers

Shit

Has it really been that long?

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"And is that how long he hasn't spent any time with you? Like besides when you're doing his makeup?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm always alone. He's never at home anymore. Not even just to see if I'm there or if I'm ok. Just to sleep if he even makes it home instead of just going to the dorm.", she explains, "He doesn't text either. Not like he used to. And he's never been the kind of guy who does phone calls either. I just miss him. A lot."

Fuck

I'm messing up so much when it comes to her

She's right about everything

I haven't been texting her or even seeing if she's ok

I haven't spoken to her, for real, for months

I'm always in the studio or at practice or a shoot or a performance

"So why don't you go out? Do something when you're home alone?", Grace asks

"I don't feel like it. I used to go out to the park or to the bookstore but I just don't want to leave the apartment anymore. Just thinking about getting up, getting dressed and driving somewhere makes me tired. I don't want to do it"

"Jo, I think you may be depressed"

What?

No she can't be

Not because of me

I can't handle if it's true

That I'm the cause of something so horrible, something that hurts her

I never want to hurt her

Ever

"Nah, I'm just lazy", she answers

Grace is silent for a minute

"Jo, I don't really know what to say about any of this"

"I.....", she trails off

"What Jo? You can tell me"

"I think that he's....he's not attracted to me anymore. He used to never say no. He used to always want to be with me. I think he doesn't want me anymore and this is his way of distancing himself before he ends it", she says quietly

WHAT?

Is she insane?

No fucking way

"How long have you been together?"

"Eight years. Since we were 16"

"Wow."

"Yeah. Maybe he's tired of me and wants someone better"

No just no

She can't think this

That has never crossed my mind once in all our years together

I know I want her for the rest of my life

I knew it when I asked her out and I know it to this day

"Better? Whose better?"

She shrugs, "An idol? Someone who gets what it's like to be one? Or just someone who's not me"

No fucking way

I don't want an idol

I don't want anyone else

I want her

Only her

"Jo, I think you just need to talk to him"

"No", she answers so fast

"Why?", Grace asks

"Because I...I can't hear him tell me he doesn't love me. I can't hear him say he doesn't want me. Hearing him say it.....I just can't"

"So you'd rather just wait for him to break up with you? If that's even what he's going to do?"

She nods, "I can just tell him I know why so he doesn't have to say it. But if I ask him, then he's going to have to answer me. And I don't want to hear him tell me....tell me...fuck I can't even say it again"

"But doesn't he tell you he loves you?"

"Yeah but he's always distracted when he says it. And he just could be saying it because it's an automatic response."

It's not

I love her

With all my heart

This is all my fault

I've neglected her to the point where she thinks I don't love her

I never want her to think that

I fucked up

"Yoongi!", I hear my name being called

Shit

I don't want her to know I've been listening to her conversation

At least not yet

I move towards whoever is calling me

"Yoongi?", she calls

I turn to her voice, sad look on her face

"Hi jagi", I answer

"Did you have a break yet?", she asks

"Uh yeah", I answer

A look of hurt flashes on her face before she hides it

"Oh. Uh what did you do? Did you sleep?", she asks quietly

Shit

I shouldn't have told her I had a break

Now she thinks I didn't want to spend it with her

"I...uh..", I stammer

I don't know what to say

"It's ok. Forget I asked", she says looking down

"Jo-"

"Uh I'm gonna go ok? I'm uh not feeling too good, so I'm going home. You're almost done right?"

I nod

She's not feeling good?

Why what's wrong?

Is she sick?

"Ok so one of the other makeup artists can fix your makeup if you need it. You have practice after right?"

"Uh yeah", I answer, "But baby what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"My stomach just hurts. I'll be ok"

She's lying

She's hurt and just wants to go home, to be away from... everything I guess

And it's my fault she feels this way

"I'll see you whenever ok?", she says turning from me, "I love you"

She walks away, not even giving me a chance to tell her I love her

I need to fix this asap

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"Yoongi, what the hell? That's like the tenth time you messed up. And stepped on my foot!", Jin yells

"Sorry", I mumble

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It's like two in the morning"

I just want to go home

I want to be with her

"Don't give me that shit. Something is wrong", Jin insists

He's pissing me off

"Back off", I snap

"No. We have a fucking performance soon and you're fucking up. So what's wrong?"

"This!", I yell waving my hands around, "This, all this! The constant fucking practicing, the triple photo shoots, the schedule that has us even more fucking busy than we normally are! How every fucking waking moment is about work! How I have to be Suga all the time instead of Yoongi! How I have to be here instead of with her!"

They stare at me, shocked

"But we've always been busy especially around the time when we release an album", Hobi answers, "What's different this time?"

"This time I may lose her", I choke out

"What? Why?", Jimin gasps

"Because she thinks I don't love her and I'm going to breakup with her"

"Uh why would she think that? And how do you know?", Namjoon asks

"On my break today, I was looking for her and I heard her talking to Grace."

"About what?"

"How I haven't spent any time at all with her in three months. How I used to but I never find time anymore. How I always come home when she's sleeping, always gone when she wakes up. How we haven't had sex in three months"

"Uh....why not?", Jungkook asks

"Because I'm too busy! Because every time I finish with one thing, another thing is thrown at me that I have to do immediately. Because it's one thing after another. I have to tell her no every time she tries to kiss me, hug me, be with me because a song needs to be finished in an hour or I have to practice all day or we have photo shoots or she's always asleep when I finally see her and I don't want to wake her up, just to have sex, like I'm using her"

Silence

They don't say anything

They don't have to

"She thinks I'm not attracted to her and I don't want her. She's actually waiting for me to break up with her. She thinks I'm trying to distance myself from her before I leave her. She doesn't want to talk to me about it because she can't....fuck", I stop, breathing hard, trying not to cry

"What Yoongi?", Tae asks

"She thinks I'm going to tell her I don't love her, I don't want her and she can't take hearing that even though I would never say that to her"

"What?", Jimin asks confused

I laugh sarcastically, "Her plan is to wait for me to break up with her and tell me I don't need to explain because she already knows why so she doesn't have to hear me say it"

"I....I'm sorry Yoongi.", Jin says

"What are you going to do?", Tae asks

"I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I love her and I'm never going to leave her. But I can't with this fucking schedule. I'll be gone tomorrow before she wakes up again because I need to finish three songs before the meeting with our managers and then we have practice again, all day. And the next day, we have a performance so that means all day at the venue, rehearsing and I'll see her only when she's putting my make up on"

I think to the days coming and I actually don't have any fucking time to see her and talk to her.

I can't believe this shit

It's like how it used to be when I was a trainee and they kept me from going to Daegu to see her

No wonder she thinks I'm going to leave her

"This is so fucked. We've never been this busy before where there's actually no time for anything else"

"Yoongi, listen ok.", Namjoon says, "Tomorrow don't come to practice"

"What?", I ask warily

"Just come to the meeting, then leave and go stay with her. You're going to be distracted again if you come anyway. So just go home and talk to her"

"I....are you sure?", I ask

"Yeah. I don't want you and Joanne to break up. You two love each other and need to fix this", Namjoon replies

The relief I feel is immense

And I thank god Namjoon is giving me the time to fix my relationship

I just nod, "Thanks"

"I guess we should all stop now and go home", Namjoon says

"Yes!", Jungkook yells

Namjoon glares at him

"What I'm tired", Jungkook says

"Whatever lets go", Namjoon mutters

I get my stuff, say bye to the guys and get ready to go home to my jagi

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It's dark inside the apartment

I don't want to turn on any lights and wake her up

So I use the flashlight on my phone to see where I'm going

When I open the bedroom door, I see her sleeping

She's curled on her side of the bed, under the blanket

I can't help it, I go and sit next to her, dimming the flashlight so it's not so bright but I can still see her

Some hair is around her face so push it back, running my fingers in it

God I love her so much

It kills me that she thinks I don't love her

Looking at her I notice she has something she's holding to her, and she's actually laying on part of it

I pull the blanket down a little, squinting

Fuck

It's one of my shirts

She's sleeping, holding on to my shirt because she can't hold me

That breaks my heart

She's holding onto it so tightly and she wrapped part of her hand in it

Then I noticed she's wearing one of my shirts too

I move the blanket more and she also has on one of my pajama pants

Oh god what did I do to her?

She has to wear my clothes to feel close to me

Sleep holding my shirt because I'm not here

I'm such a fucked up boyfriend

And the worst part is that I didn't even notice how she felt

If I didn't hear her conversation today, I still wouldn't know

Because I haven't been paying attention to her

I see part of the shirt she's wearing is a little wet

It's then that I notice I'm crying and my tears are what's making the shirt wet

I lean over her, kissing her cheek, then get up to change

I just put on a t-shirt and pj pants, then get in the bed next to her

I turn to her, moving as closer to her as I can, cuddling into her back

And I just cry

I can't stop it

I can't believe I didn't see anything

How long has she been sleeping with one of my shirts?

How long has she been using them to sleep in?

How could I have not noticed until today?

I sleep next to her when I can and I was too stupid to notice

I wasn't paying attention but I will from now on

I'll never make her feel like this again

She moves, turning around to face me

"Wha?", she whispers, her eyes barely open

"Yoongi?", she asks tiredly

"Yeah jagi, I'm here", I answer

She moves closer to me, snuggling into my chest, her head on my arm and her arm around my body

"Yoongi", she says softly, her eyes closed

In a few seconds she's sleeping again, breathing evenly

"I'm sorry jagi", I whisper, holding her tightly, "I'm sorry. I love you Jo. So much. I'm going to fix everything. I swear"

I kiss her forehead and close my eyes, trying to sleep for a little

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My alarm goes off and I reach for my phone to turn it off

I didn't sleep well

I kept waking up to find her on her side of the bed, away from me

I don't know why but I think it's because she's used to sleeping alone

I have to ask her when I come back after the meeting

She's laying on me now because I woke up half an hour ago and moved her to me

Again

I don't want to go

I don't want to wake her up

I want to stay right here, holding her

'You can after the meeting', I tell myself

Gently, I move her on her pillow but her eyes open

Fuck, I was trying not to wake her up

"Yoongi?", she asks, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's 9:30 baby."

"Oh. You have practice this early?"

"No baby. I have a meeting with the guys and the managers."

She nods, "Right, I uh remember you said that, uh the other day. You have practice after the meeting right?"

"About that, I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Oh. Why?"

"I'm gonna come home after the meeting"

She looks at me tiredly, "Oh ok"

"You're going to be here right Jo?", I ask

"I uh yeah. I have no where to go so yeah"

I hate that she just stays home all day and has nothing to do

She works when we have photo shoots, music videos, performances, events or interviews

But there's no reason to have a make up artist when we're just practicing

I think Grace is right

I think she's depressed

Especially if she's just home alone all day

And if I'm right, then it's all my fault

I made her depressed, I made her think I don't love her

It's killing me

But I'm going to fix it today

"Ok jagi", I answer

I gotta get up so I go to the bathroom

When I get out, she goes in while I get dressed

"Jo?", I call

"Yeah?"

I walk to the kitchen where she went after the bathroom

"I'm going to go. I'll be home soon ok"

"Yeah Yoongi. Sure"

I lean down, giving her a kiss on her lips, "I love you"

"I love you too Yoongi", she answers, giving me a small smile

"Bye"

I make myself turn away from her towards the door

I stop before I leave the kitchen and glance back at her

She's just standing by the stove looking out the window while she waits for the water for her tea to boil

She looks so unhappy

I have to change that

I will

I swear I will

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I finally get out of the meeting with the guys and the managers

Pointless meeting about the schedule that we have over the next few months

More work

But I also talked to the managers about being overwhelmed with the amount of work and pressure they're putting on us

I told them that they need to lighten up or I'm going to burn out

I don't want that to happen

I love my job, I love performing, I love ARMYS

But if my body gives out, I can't do anything about it

They said they'd take what I said under consideration and we'll be getting a break after the end of the wings tour

Whatever

I'm still going to make time for Joanne no matter what they say

I leave BigHit, get into my car and drive home to spend the day with her

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I open the door to our apartment and go inside

"Jo?", I call

She was in the kitchen when I left

"Yoongi?", she asks

I follow her voice and go to the living room

She's on the couch with the tv on

Looking at me in surprise

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"I told you before I left jagi that I was coming back today. I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Yeah but...", she trails off

"What Jo?", I ask

Is she not happy to see me?

"I uh....I'm sorry Yoongi but I didn't believe you", she tells me

I didn't expect that but I can't blame her

"It's ok Jo. I just want to stay with you today"

She looks so confused, "You do? Why?"

I blink

Did she just ask me why?

"Uh what?", I ask unsure of what to say

"Why? Don't you have to finish the songs for the new album? And aren't you guys starting the rest of the tour in a few days? Isn't practicing more important?"

This hurts me so much

I hate how this is how she thinks because of me

God, I've neglected her so badly, she's actually asking me why I'd want to spend time with her

That's so fucked on so many levels

And it's my fault

"I uh, no baby, it's not more important than you. I miss you"

"You do?"

The look of genuine confusion on her face breaks my heart

She really thinks I don't miss her

I sit next to her, "Yeah jagi"

"Oh. I guess I don't understand what makes today different. Why you'd rather be here"

Hearing what she's saying makes me start crying

I can't stop it

Just like last night

She really can't believe I'd rather be with her than at work

"Yoongi what's wrong?", she asks panicking, "I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry I made you upset"

She puts her arms around me and holds me to her, rubbing my back

That just makes me cry harder

She thinks she upset me

Fuck I don't deserve her

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm so sorry", I sob, clutching onto her tight

"Uh it's ok Yoongi"

"No baby it's not ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you, don't want you. That I'm not attracted to you. But Joanne, that is so wrong"

"Uh ok", she answers

"I love you more than anything, with all my heart. You are the only girl I fell in love with and I'm just as in love with you as I was the day I realized I was..... No wait, I'm more in love with you than before. You're the only one I want, no one else"

"Yoongi, uh what's going on? What are you talking about?"

"I...I....heard you...Yyyy....yesterday talking to Grace"

"What?", she gasps

"I...I...went to look for you during my break Jo. When I fff...found you. I heard you talking to her. I heard what you said"

"Shit", she mutters

"No jagi, just listen. Please", I ask, pulling away from her and looking in her face

"Uh..ok"

"I love you Joanne", I sob, "There is no one better for me than you baby. I swear. No one compares to you. Not for me. Jagi you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Don't ever think I don't want you. I do. I did, every time you tried but I let work get in the way. And I'm sorry"

"Yoongi", she says softly

"Joanne, I don't want anyone but you. I can't live without you. I mean that. You're my everything, my world baby.", I get out, "I'm sorry I didn't notice how you felt baby. I'm sorry I didn't notice how I wasn't paying attention to you. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I never want you to think I don't love you because I always will. I can promise you I will always love you"

"How can you promise that? You can't", she says quietly

"Yes I can"

"How?"

"Because I can't even think of what it's like to be without you without crying. Because I can't imagine waking up and not seeing you next to me. I can't imagine living the rest of my life without you." I explain

I touch her beautiful face and I'm so happy when she leans into my hand

"I love you Yoongi. I feel the exact same way as about you"

"I know you do baby. I have never doubted that you love me. Ever. And I promise I'm going to change things jagi ok? I missed you so much. I promise I'm going to make time for you Jo. Everyday. I'm not going to let work take over. Lately it's been too much for me and I need to relax or I'm going to burn out. I told them that at the meeting. And I want to spend the time I take to chill out with you"

She smiles at me, "Yeah?"

"Yeah", I nod

"Ok"

I smile at her and pull her to me, my lips on hers

I put all my love into the kiss, kissing her like my life depends on it

She kisses me exactly the same way

After the kiss ends, I tell her, "I'm going to make everything up to you baby. I'm going to give you everything, all the attention I haven't been giving you. Starting now", I tell her

Leaning to her, I kiss her again

She puts her arms around my neck, kissing me back

I pull her on my lap, so shes straddling me, my hands in her hair, tongue in her mouth

She gets as close to me as possible, still kissing me

I move away from her lips, kissing her neck, making her moan

Jesus that sound turns me on so much

Sliding my hands down her body, I start pulling her shirt up

I pull away from her neck for a second to get the shirt off her

I go back to kissing her neck, licking and sucking, leaving marks all over her, touching her all over

"Yes Yoongi"

Moving down her body, I keep kissing her

When I get to her breasts, I suck gently on her nipple, running my hands up and down her back

"Shit", she moans, her body shaking a little

I smile

I love making her feel good

I miss making her feel good

Switching to her other nipple, I lick her over and over

"Fuck Yoongi"

I keep kissing her body, moving her up so she's on her knees

I kiss all over her stomach, leaving more marks all over, her hands moving into my hair and pulling

"Fuck, I love you", I whisper

"I love you Yoongi"

"Up baby", I say, helping her to stand up

I pull down her pj pants and panties, then move her back on me, just as she was before, keeping her up on her knees

I kiss lower, leaving more hickies on her perfect skin

Moving back I let my eyes roam all over her, my hands running up and down her legs

Fuck me, her body is so perfect

I can look at her all day, just sitting here staring at her

My eyes go to her pussy, and I bite my lip, getting so turned on

She's so wet, she's dripping all over my sweatpants, making them wet

I've never seen her this wet before

"Baby", I moan, just staring

"Yoongi", she whimpers

Fuck, I need her now

I pull her to me, her clit in my mouth and I start sucking fast

"Oh god Yoongi", she moans, her hands going back in my hair

"Baby", I moan too

Fuck, I love having her clit in my mouth

Licking, sucking, I love pleasuring her this way

And she loves when I play with her here than anywhere else

"Fuck YOONGI", she shouts, coming and shaking so hard, I have to hold her up by her legs

Moving my tongue to her pussy, I lick her, tasting her again and I kick myself for not doing this sooner

She tastes so good and I missed it so much

Pulling away, I see some of her cum on her thigh and I want it

I lean forward, running my tongue on her thigh, licking it off her

"Fuck, you're so good baby", I tell her

"God Yoongi. You're so fucking sexy", she moans

Not as much as she is

I look up at her, kiss her clit, making her tremble

"Can I give you more?"

"Huh?", she asks, looking down at me

God she's fucking beautiful

"I want to give my baby more. So much more jagi."

I lick her clit

"Shit"

"I want to make you feel so good baby. Over and over. I want to make you scream, make you shake, make you lose it. I want to give you everything", I explain, "Can I?"

"Yeah Yoongi. If you want to", she answers

"I want to baby. So much"

"Ok Yoongi", she smiles at me

"I love you", I tell her

I'm never going to stop telling her I love her

I want her to know, to hear it so she never forgets

"I love you", she answers

I love hearing her say that

"Ready to scream baby?", I smirk

She smirks and nods

I pull her to me, sliding my tongue all over her

"Oh god", she shouts, her hands going in my hair

Opening her legs more, I'm able to get better access to her, sliding my tongue all over her pussy

"Fuck", she whimpers

I love the way she feels against my tongue

I love everything about eating her out

I switch between licking her and sucking on her clit

"Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

God, I love it

Grabbing her, I move her, putting her on her back on the couch, opening her legs wide and sliding my tongue inside her

"Yoongi, fuck", she yells

I move my tongue up and out, sliding up her pussy, then suck on her clit

Then I slip my tongue back inside and do it again

And again and again and again

I feel her start to shake and put my tongue back in just as she explodes

She squeezes my tongue, releasing all over it, tasting fucking amazing

When she finishes, I move away, standing and taking my clothes off

Then I pick her up, lay on the couch, my head on the couch arm and slide her on my cock

"YOONGI!", she shouts, instantly clenching me tightly

"Oh god baby", I moan

Jesus Christ, I fucking forgot how good she feels

How tight, how wet

I was so stupid to wait so long

I should of been with her when I wanted to instead of stopping her

I'll never make that mistake again

Ever

"Fuck Jo. I missed you so much", I tell her

"I missed you too Yoongi. Shit you're so fucking hard and feel so fucking good", she praises

Fuck, she's the best girl ever

She tries to start moving but I stop her

"No baby"

She looks at me confused

"I don't want you to do anything. I want to give it to you. I want you to just feel ok?"

She tilts her head, looking at me but she answers, "Ok"

"Good"

Gripping her hips, I move her up then slam her down on my cock

"Shit!", she yells while I moan

I move her again, faster and harder, pleasure fucking exploding on my body

"Baby fuck", I yell

I watch her yell while I bounce her on me, pleasure on her face

She's fucking gorgeous

I feel her throbbing on me and it sends spikes of pleasure through my veins

I slam her down and she screams, orgasming, her hand gripping my wrist hard and her other gripping the couch

"YOONGI"

"Yes baby, fuck. I love when you cum on me"

"Fuck I love coming on your cock naekkeo. It feels so good", she moans

I keep fucking her through her orgasm, bringing her down and thrusting up into her at the same time

"Yoongi oh god", she shouts

I thrust harder, watching her again

She's yelling, her breasts bouncing hard, sweat all over her body

I can't tear my eyes away

I love seeing her in such pleasure and I love that I'm making her feel it

It just adds to the intense pleasure I'm feeling

The next thrust, slams into her spot, making her scream loudly

Yes

Fuck, she's gonna cum so much and I want her too

Every few slams in that spot can give her orgasm after orgasm and I love watching her in constant pleasure

The next thrust causes her first orgasm, making her shake above me and scream

"Yeah baby, more", I request

I keep going, causing another climax just as she finishes the first

"Oh god", she yells

"Again"

I slam in her again and she cums again

She's the only girl who I've been able to give multiple orgasms like this, one right after the other

And I fucking love it

Her constant orgasms makes her constantly throb and tighten on my cock, causing intense pleasure

"Again baby."

"Yoongi", she cries

"One more", I ask

One more this way

"Yes Yoongi, fuck I want it. I want you"

"I want you baby, always"

I move again and she explodes, screaming

"Yes, good girl. Fuck", I praise her, "My good girl. My best girl"

When she finishes, I pull her off and get her on her hands and knees

I thrust hard inside her and she screams my name loudly

"YOONGI"

I will never get fucking tired of hearing her scream my name

I love my name coming out of her mouth in any way

"Baby girl, your pussy is my favorite place to be"

"I love you being in me Yoongi. You always make me feel so good", she breathes hard

"Yeah baby? You always make me feel good too"

I snap my hips, burying my cock deep inside her

"Yes, baby", she whimpers

I pound in her mercilessly, just feeling the pleasure from her

She shouts and cums on me again

Looking down, I watch my cock slide in and out of her, soaked with her wetness and her cum

God that's a sight I love seeing

But I can't look for long or I'll cum

And I don't want to yet

I want to give her more

So I look away and just continue to thrust hard and fast in her

"YOONGI!", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum Yoongi!"

"Good girl baby. Be my good girl and let me feel you cum"

"Fuck!"

Her whole body shakes, her pussy squeezing and pulling my cock hard

Her arms start to give out but I grab her and hold her up

"Not yet baby. I want it again", I murmur

Slamming harder, I reach around her and rub her clit

"God Yoongi", she cries, her body trembling

"My baby likes when I play with her clit and fuck her?", I ask

"Yes Yoongi. I love it"

"Fuck baby, you're such a fucking turn on"

She really is

She can turn me on in a fucking second

"C'mon baby girl. Give me", I ask

"Oh my god Yoongi", she screams, another orgasm running through her

It feels fucking incredible

I need to get out before I cum

But she's holding on so tightly

"Bbbbb....baby let me go. Please jagi. I...I can't take it", I plead

I don't know if she's listening to me while she's feeling her orgasm

"Joanne! Let go baby. I'm gonna cum, let go!", I cry

I feel her orgasm end and the second she unclenches me, I pull out just in time

She falls face down on the couch and I sit back, trying to calm myself down

I know if I go back in her now, I'm gonna cum immediately

I give myself a few minutes, breathing hard

When I'm sure I'm good, I turn her over and move her on her back, her head on the couch's arm cushion

I open her legs, lay on her, pushing inside slowly

"Yoongi", she moans softly

"Jagi. Jo", I say kissing her lips

I move but this time I go slower, just feeling her

She tightens on me again, feeling so good

She puts her arms around me, pulling me against her, holding me tightly

Being in her arms is my favorite place to be

It's the one place I rather be than anywhere else

I feel safe and loved in her arms

And the best part is that she feels the same way in my arms

When she told me that for the first time, I was so happy

She runs her fingers up and down my back, heating every nerve in my skin

She's looking at me with so much love that it takes my breath away

She reaches out, caressing my face and I can feel her love

It's the best feeling in the world

"I love you Yoongi. So much naekkeo. Always", she whispers

God I feel like crying

I love her so much and I'm so happy she loves me

She's the only girl I ever loved and the only one that ever made me feel this way

I would give up anything for her, follow her anywhere

She's my life and I'm one thousand percent happy about it

"I love you Joanne. More than anything in this world"

She smiles at me, I can't take it

My lips land on hers in a passionate kiss

She kisses me back just as passionately

I feel her getting ready and the next time I move, she moans my name softly, coming and holding my body tightly to her

"Yoongi, my Yoongi"

The pure pleasure from her is too much and I can't hold back

I don't want to

I cum hard, pressing my body as close to her's as I can, my body shaking from my orgasm

"Joanne, oh baby, my Jo", I moan

When we both finish, I pull out but stay laying on her

She keeps holding me, running her fingers in my hair

I love when she plays with my hair

It feels good

"Baby, my baby", she whispers, "I love my Yoongi. My naekkeo"

I hold her tightly, listening to her heartbeat

"I love my Jo. So much jagi. Forever", I answer

"Forever", she agrees

I lift my head, kissing her and feeling her kiss me back

And I'm so happy I have her

Forever

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epicthemusical · 4 months ago

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Cracked Mask pt 1

WARNINGS:Very low self esteem, abandonment and neglectful/emotionally abusive mother read at your own risk!

Polites wakes up slowly, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. When that doesn't work he goes to rub at his eyes and his hands come back wet. He sighs, how he wishes that memory would leave him alone but no it continues to haunt him even in his sleep.

He remembers that day his mother had abandoned him. He remembers reaching out uselessly begging for her to stay that he could be better just please don't leave- he shakes his head to rid himself of the memory. Polites waits for the heavy feeling in his limbs and chest to go away but after a while gives up with a groan. It would be another one of those days then.

He forces himself to get out of bed and drags his feet over to the wash basin washing away any sign of his tears. He stares at his tired reflection in the water. He feels so very exhausted and all he wants is to climb back into bed and not move for the rest of the day. His mother's words force themselves to the front of his mind.

Don't be so lazy! You don't know how easy you have it so just deal with it.

That's right he can't let himself become lazy and selfish. He will be fine he has to be or else he will burden the rest of the crew. He can't be a burden. Burdens are unloved, they are abandoned.Deep down he knows that Odysseus and Eurylochus wouldn't leave him-

You also thought that about your mother and see what happened with her.

He shakes away the whispers in his brain and changes into fresh clothes pausing at his door. He takes a deep breath as he slips on his mask of bright smiles and lively laughter that he has long since perfected. As he steps outside of his room prepared for another long day of pretending and ignoring the hollow ache in his chest he hears his mother's last words to him before she had left echo in his mind.

You are a burden and that's all you will ever be

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Polites goes about his day greeting everyone with a bright smile and small talk like he doesn't feel the void inside trying to consume him. He has had plenty of practice pretending so everyone around him sees nothing off.

He keeps his well formed mask firmly in place because if he lets the cracks and tears show they will worry about him. He doesn't want to worry them unnecessarily. He is fine, he really is.

He notices an agitated crew member at the railing and something was obviously wrong. Polites debates what he should do. On one hand helping others has always helped lighten the darkness inside even if only a little but on the other hand he is still worked up from the dream so if anything goes wrong he can’t guarantee his mask will stay intact.

He sighs who is he kidding he has never been able to refuse people help. He heads over to the crew mate and greets them with a smile

“Hello my friend what's wrong?” They turn to face Polites with a scowl.

“What's it to you?” Polites feels a tiny crack in his mask at the obvious anger in their voice.

“I just wanted to see if you're okay” the crew mate snaps at Polites

“Well I'm busy, don't you have anything better to do? I don't need your help!”

Will you stop bothering me? I'm busy! I don't need a nuisance like you right now!

Polites does his best to suppress a flinch at the angry words so much like his mothers. He can feel the tiny crack start to widen and his smile starts to waver.

“Of course I'm sorry to bother you.” Polites walks away slowly at first before speeding up the pace a bit. He needs to go to his room and be alone. He needs some time to fix the mask he wears. More words fill his mind as the crack keeps growing. He doesn't notice the worried eyes following him.

I regret giving birth to a child like you!

Leave me alone already, I don't want to hear your voice!

He is almost to his room just a little longer-

Why are you always such a disappointment?!

Stop your crying, it's giving me a headache!

He feels tears forming in his eyes but he pushes them back just a bit more-

I could never love a burden like you!

You are a burden and that's all you will ever be.

He takes a deep breath and finally he has reached his room. He slips into his room, closing the door and sliding down onto the floor finally letting his mask shatter. His body heaves as he sobs. He wishes the words would stop but they keep taunting him. Why is he so weak? They had only snapped a bit he should be able to handle it. Besides, it's probably his own fault for being so nosy.

part 2 here

#epic the musical #polites #epic fic #odysseus #angst #odysseus epic the musical #polites epic the musical #polites needs a hug #heavy angst

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gelus-ugs · 2 years ago

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When he sees your scars~ Xavier Thorpe x Reader

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TW - Self harm

Gender neutral reader (pronouns not specified)

Established relationship

In no way am I romanticizing self harm, suicidal ideation, or mental illnesses, this is a way for me to cope w my problems

Update: I haven’t heard anything about the Percy Hynes White situation, so I’m opening back up requests for Xavier Thorpe!

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It had been a stressful past few weeks

It was test, upon test, upon test - not to mention there was also homework and extra curricular activities

You were raised as the star gifted kid, so no matter what, you had to keep your grades up and be on top of everything

This resulted in unhealthy habits

Little to no sleep, reducing basic hygiene, neglecting food and water, pushing away friends..

And unfortunately, self harm

It was a stress reliever - and a punishment at times

No one knew you did it - you always managed to hide it under your blazer or leggings

This time was no different - you went through the school day in a long sleeved button up and dark tights despite it being the middle of summer

Once the school day ended, you found yourself having time to relax for once

Xavier took the opportunity to invite you to paint in his shed with him

You couldn’t deny the request - especially since you missed your significant other. So there you were, dressed in a casual T-shirt and shorts on your way to your boyfriend’s art shed

He immediately greeted you with a hug once you arrived

He already had two canvases set up side by side, a stool in front of each of them as a supply of paint and brushes sat in the middle

Xavier put on some music as the two of you began to paint away, talking about whatever came to mind and occasionally singing along to the songs that played in the background

As you were humming a song while painting, Xavier glanced over at you to see what you were painting

However, he halted when he noticed the scars on your body - and they were obviously recent

Xavier was unsure on how to react, he just sat still as he heavily gulped

When did you do that? Why did you do that? Had you been struggling this entire time and he hadn’t noticed? Were you not comfortable enough to talk about your problems with him?

So many questions swirled in his mind as he couldn’t help but stare

“Hey, Xavi. Which color do you think-”

You cut yourself off when you noticed him staring at you with a troubled look on his face

You looked down, following his gaze - and that’s when you realized

“Xavier, I’m s-”

He pulled you into a hug, almost knocking you off your stool in the process

You hugged him back, confused but not saying anything

As you sat in each other’s embrace, you noticed his body shaking and his breath quivering

“How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long have…you been doing that?”

Xavier’s voice was shaking, as if he was holding back tears

You hesitated, letting out a sigh

“Well..I hadn’t done it for a while but I had relapsed a few weeks ago”

Xavier pulled back from the hug, placing one of his hands on your shoulder as the other caressed your face.

His touch was go gentle, as if he was worried you were going to disappear or crack at any second

His gaze was worried - terrified, even - and filled with tears that he was obviously trying to hold in.

“W-why? Is it a-anything I could help with? I don’t want to lose you, you mean so much to me..”

Xavier’s voice was small, cracking and stuttering every so often as the tears finally rolled down his face

You felt so guilty, knowing this was one of the reasons you hid your problems from everyone. You hated confrontation and you hated worrying people

You avoided eye contact, feeling your emotions begin to build up inside of you

“I’m sorry..I’ve just been really stressed lately and it’s been by go-to. I didn’t want to bother you or anyone else with my problems, so..”

You trailed off, feeling the tears begin to build as your breath began to stagger

Xavier pulled you into - yet another - hug, one of his hands gently rubbing your back while the other gently rested on the back of your head

“Oh, baby. You could never bother me with your problems. I love you so, so much and I know I can’t solve your problems, but I want to help you with them the best I can. I just..I don’t want to lose you or have you suffer alone”

You felt yourself begin to cry as Xavier spoke. You never had much validation for your mental health, figuring that your academic performances were more important. You genuinely felt supported and heard, which was more than enough to cause your emotions to finally tip over

Xavier held you as you cried, whispering sweet nothings and occasionally placing kisses on your cheek or head

You - somehow - ended up falling asleep in Xavier’s embrace, the fatigue catching up to you

Xavier carried you to a corner of the shed, gently placing you down on some of the bean bags and pillows

Yes, I’m convinced he has a corner in the shed that has bean bags, pillows, and blankets for whenever he wants to chill in his shed overnight or if you two wanna get away from others

He tucked you in, placing a blanket over you, before beginning to walk away

To his surprise, you grabbed the fabric of his pants (Since you’re laying down, his pants are the highest you can reach)

He turned around, seeing you sleepily and sadly looking up at him

“Don’t go”

His heart immediately ached at the sight. You were so vulnerable and tired, it was adorable yet sad

Xavier immediately snuggled under the blanket with you, gently holding you close to him as he occasionally placed kisses on the top of your head

You both fell asleep not too long afterwards <3

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If you’re struggling with depression, anxiety, or some sort of mental illness, it’s alright to experience that and your feelings are valid. Please seek out help, it’ll be worth it in the future - even if it doesn’t seem like it right now. Someone out there loves you. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it ❤️

#x reader #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope x reader #wednesday fic

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modernchillthings · 2 years ago

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I know I just did a little rant about Sooho so let me just talk about Sieun and why he is the way he is (or why I THINK so)

It's pretty obvious his parents neglect him, probably as early as childhood based on that flashback scene. I don't remember which parent said it but one of them most likely did not want to have a child and that outlook can definitely affect the way you raise your kid.

Based on that flashback, they were so unprepared with the thought of Sieun ever getting hurt (he had a broken arm I think?) I get being worried, but that was not worry to me tbh, it was more like they didn't expect raising kids to be so troublesome which is such a ridiculous notion! They get hurt, they get sick and you can't just expect a child to raise themselves no matter how smart or good they are. They need guidance! They need love!

And I don't remember what ep it was but when the dad asked Sieun if he still fell asleep in class or something like that and Sieun responded 'I don't do that anymore'. Idk that made me think that Sieun had like a chronic sleeping thing that he probably managed on his own just so he wouldn't trouble his parents. And the way Sieun at that age, understood how much 'trouble' he seemed to cause his parents, I think that's what started his very 'cold' and 'unfeeling' nature.

And from then on out, Sieun decided not to be a bother to his parents at all. That also made me think...okay, if he didn't want to bother them...then did he want to make them proud of him instead to show that he wasn't gonna be their problem?

And I get it, he's so me lol. Because I try so hard not to be a bother to not just my parents, but honestly any adult authority figure in my life. But the diff is, I kind of strive for that validation whereas Sieun...doesnt seem like he does, or at least not as much as he thought it would. Like what are his goals? Did he even want to go to a big college and be a big time 'something'? I don't even think we learned much about him and his motivations because it's true that he's so studious and gets so many awards and good grades and yes his parents praise him...but Sieun doesn't even look like he wants or cares about those praises anymore.

On the first ep. when he got that award and showed his dad, his dad seemed like he was genuinely proud of him but his reaction was just...😐 perhaps Sieun knows that his purpose in his parents eyes is to generate good grades and be a good kid so he just does that. Like 'ok I've done my purpose, on to the next task' and honestly that's so fucked up.

Anyways, yeah. I feel like he lost any sense of purpose. Maybe back then getting good grades and validation from his parents meant he wasn't being a bother to them and he prolly liked it but after a while, it kind of just burnt him out. Also maybe after his mother left and his dad started being away more often for work, it just didn't seem like it mattered to him but he still keeps going because it's the only thing that will grab his parents' attention. But again, at the same time, idk if he still even wants their attention. He doesn't even want to try anymore

When he was eating with his mom, you could tell the mom was distracted and Sieun must have felt so discouraged because he must have felt like a task to her, like something on her to do list to check off because how easily she pushes aside Sieun's presence and assumes he was done eating. Like she was already standing up, like she was waiting for an interruption. Sure, Sieun never said anything or expressed his needs but only because his parents never tried to understand him in the first place and idk...be an ACTUAL PRESENT ADULT FIGURE IN HIS LIFE!!

Sieun is such a complicated and interesting character and my only wish was for him to snap at his parents at least once. He almost did it with his dad at the hospital but he held back which he shouldn't have!! Yell at them! They deserve it! (hopefully we'll see that in s2)

I never really knew I would be so attached to him. Usually I get drawn towards the Sooho-type (and dont get me wrong, I love him too) but something about Sieun just makes me want to wrap him in a blanket and never let him go and give him the proper love and care and attention he deserves!

#plus park jihoon is such a brilliant actor #he just elevates the character #this was another long one #it's just mostly stream of consciousness bc like I said before #this show has occupied my brain and I want to get it out of my system!!#weak hero #weak hero class #weak hero class 1 #yeon sieun #park jihoon

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twisted-fics-in-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Nightmare Comfort Heartslabyul

Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

I wrote this on my Obey me Blog and people liked it so I'mma feed my fellow TWST Simps one dorm at a time ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night,

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as the cheap phone Crowley gave them lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late.

They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Of course they could just pet Grim but they didn't feel like dealing with the feline whining and complaining in that moment. So taking another deep breath, both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Riddle Rosehearts

Y/N hovered over the strict house warden's number for a while. They honestly weren't even sure how they managed to get Riddle to give them his number in the first place, but surely he'd have them delete it after this. That and give them the longest, most aggressive lecture of their life about getting proper rest. They took another deep breath, sucking it up and pushing their anxiety aside before they pressed the call button. They were taken aback at how quickly he picked up, but they won’t complain.

"Y/N, what are you-" he attempted to ask a question before being rudely interrupted by a familiar voice, "ACE SIT DOWN OR ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD," yeah they thought as much.

"Ace is keeping you up again?" they knew this happened fairly often but they still wanted to ask incase it was actually something different, or more of an emergency.

"Yes, however this isn't about me. Something unusual must be keeping you up. Grim is the only one you live with and to my knowledge he sleeps well," he pointed out with little hesitation.

They sighed softly, soothing themself by rubbing the corner of their thin blanket, that was nearly as decrepit as the building Crowely had them staying in, between their fingers. Now that they were actually expected to explain themself, the anxiety was kicking in. They were scared that he'd tell them it was childish to call him for such a thing.

"I had a night terror," they blurted out before they could think about it for any longer.

"I see. No wonder you're up.. did you mean to call someone else?" he sounded curious, almost sure he was correct in his assumption.

"No. I meant to call you, I'm sorry... you were the first person I thought to call," Y/N answered honestly.

"Me..? That's very bold of you," they could tell he was smiling by the sound of his voice, "well, since I'm already awake I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask what you need from me,"

"Thank you. I don't want to be alone.. just staying on the phone with me would be enough."

"I see. I'd be glad to keep you company, though I'd prefer you come to Heartslabyul so I can deal with this and not seem neglectful of you,"

"Okay," they laughed a little, "I'll be there soon, don't kill him just yet okay?"

"No promises. I'll have Trey lead you inside, since Ace has him up as well."

Trey Clover

Y/N sighed softly before dialing Trey's number. They didn't want him to lose any sleep because of them but they were sure he wouldn't mind. It's not like this was an every night thing for them to call the baker so late. Y/N waited impatiently for him to answer, swaying back and forth.

"Hello..?" Trey's raspy, sleep filled voice was heard from the other side of the line, "Y/N are you okay?" his voice was soft and concerned.

They sniffled, the tenderness in his voice making them feel so much safer already. The tears began falling and they tried to choke out a response, breathing out shakily in frustration. There was panicked shuffling on Trey's end.

"Hey, breathe!" his tone was concerned and a bit panicked, "Y/N take a few deep breaths and THEN try to explain."

They did as he said, wiping their tears before glancing at their feline companion to make sure they hadn't woken him up, "sorry.. I just had a really bad nightmare."

"Ah... Okay," he relaxed a bit, "I'm glad you trust me enough to call me, Y/N,"

They smiled a little, sniffling a bit more and staying quiet for a few moments, "Trey..?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to be alone right now.."

"I know, and I'm here. I won't leave you," the sound of a door closing then the crunching of leaves was heard through the phone.

"Are you outside?" they gasped

"I am now. I'm coming to Ramshackle," he sounded a little smug about this fact.

"What if Riddle catches you??" they giggled, already feeling better.

"He'll manage," Trey chuckled, "hey... It's really cold, can you wait at the front door for me?"

"Yeah of course," they got up excitedly, almost forgetting to bring their phone along and most definitely forgetting Grim was sleeping so soundly.

He was barely fazed, grumbling something before curling back up, falling asleep quick enough to rival Leona. They smiled a little and walked down to the front door.

"I'm at the dorm mirrors, I'll be there momentarily. Are you okay if I hang up for a few minutes?" he asked patiently.

"Yeah. I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright good," he hung up and just as promised he was there only minutes later. He held a small bag full of little baked goods, "I brought some extra sweets for you, hopefully they'll make you feel better,"

"Trey, I'm just happy you're here," Y/N hugged him tightly before taking the baked goods, "but I'll take these too." they giggled.

Cater Diamond

Y/N called Cater without hesitation, knowing that the ginger would in fact still be up much to Riddle's dismay. They bit their lip gently as the phone rings. It felt like an eternity until he picked up, even though the phone only rang once or twice.

"Heeeyyy," Cater starts cheerful as ever, "what's up? Glad you called I was getting pretty bored," he laughed a bit, his voice sounding tired.

"Ah.. I don't think the reason why I called is very entertaining but can you lend me your ear anyway?"

"Of course, besides I don't get bored when talking to you," they obviously couldn't see his face but they could just tell he was winking.

"You're such a dork," they laughed a little before getting serious once again, "I actually called because I had a nightmare.. sorry, I know it sounds really dumb and childish but I just didn't want to be alone."

He grew quiet for moment, making Y/N a little nervous but he spoke up after a while, "it's fine, I wasn't doing anything anyway. How about we switch over to facetime?"

"Alright," they smiled, hanging up and immediately video calling back.

Cater set his phone up so they could see him. He was sitting in his bed, pajamas on, with yet another phone in his hands.

"Do you just have an endless supply of phones or something?" Y/N giggled a little.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he shoots back with a playful grin, "now let me tell you about the most recent gossip! You're gonna love this!"

Cater begins talking about all the recent drama he can think of, most of it just being small funny incidents to make Y/N smile. He droned on about petty celebrity squabbles, and even drama on campus, including but not limited to a few feuds between RSA and NRC students. It was always on going but it didn't matter juicy gossip is juicy gossip. He continued until he heard their faint snoring. Looking over at their sleeping form, Cater couldn’t help but smile at a job well done and laid down himself. He decided to stay on the call with them, just in case the nightmare came back again.

Ace Trappola

Y/N hesitated to call Ace, as even though he'd known them from the beginning but he had a tendency to be cruel. They didn't feel like being made fun of tonight, however they were going to take that chance anyway. They called Ace, listening and rocking back and forth awkwardly. It shockingly didn't take long for him to pick up.

"'Sup, Y/N? It's a little late to be calling you know," he huffed, as if he wasn't already sneaking around his dorm, which in all honesty he probably was.

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed someone to talk to," they sighed softly.

"yeah? Why's that?" he asked lazily, not necessarily interested or disinterested in what Y/N had to say.

"I had a really bad nightmare, I know it sounds dumb-" the red head cut them off before they could apologize again.

"Damn that really sucks! Hate when that happens, but did you have to call right now?" he whined, making them deadpan, already mildly done with his behavior.

"And you're doing something this late that I'm interrupting?" they shot back with a snarky tone.

"Pshhh yeah obviously, I gotta sneak out of the kitchen or the House Warden is gonna have my head-"

"Again."

"Exactly... Hey!"

"You know if you really cared you wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place," they smirked a little, a devious plan forming,

there was silence for a little too long before Ace spoke up again, "You're being WAY too quiet, what are you thinking?"

Y/N lets out a quiet but mischievous chuckle, "I'm going to tell Riddle you were sneaking around again."

"What no!" he sounded a panicked. Good this was exactly how Y/N wanted him.

"Then you're gonna stay on the phone with me for a while."

"Really? You'd stoop to blackmail???"

"Yup"

"You're evil," with the way his voice sounded, they could tell he was pouting about this. Soon his voice was heard again, this time equally as devious as Y/N, "how about I do you one better, I'll sneak off to your dorm?"

They were taken aback by the suggestion but didn’t hate the idea, "why not? You won't have to deal with Riddle until the morning then," they giggled.

"Hell yeah! I'll be over soon," he hangs up and began his short journey to Ramshackle.

Deuce Spade

Y/N called Deuce with some bit of hesitation, not because they were worried he'd be mean, but because they didn't want him staying up too late. He was trying to be a model student and who were they to ruin it, whether it was to their own detriment or not. They argued back and forth with themself for a while before determining that Deuce really wouldn't mind if it was to help his friend.

Deuce was very loyal to those he cared about. Y/N called him and fiddles with their cover anxiously.

"Hello?" Deuce's voice, raspy and dripping with sleep, was heard after a few rings.

"Hey, Deuce. Sorry for waking you up..." they apologized awkwardly.

"You're fine.. is something wrong? It's really late and you don't normally call me so late," he pointed out, growing more and more concerned.

"I had a nightmare.. It was really bad and I just didn't want to be alone," they explained sheepishly, more embarrassed now that they said it out loud.

"Oh crap! Those suck, once I had one where.." He paused for a moment debating on saying his thought, "Actually never mind. Do you need me to come over to Ramshackle?"

"No. I don't want you to get in trouble with Riddle, just.. stay on the phone with me for a while?"

"Yeah I can do that," he was determined to help.

"Thanks, Deuce. It really means a lot."

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badsansandstarsansticklestuff · 1 year ago

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It is me again, rising from my grave to deliver you a ticklish Nightmare story

Characters: Nightmare, Error ( ship )

Context: Nightmare is overworking himself again and Error decides he needs a break

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It was getting dark in Nightmare's castle, the moon rose a few hours ago, and despite everyone going to bed Nightmare was still in his office, doing his usual paperwork.

Error, his partner, was waiting for him in the bedroom, knitting, wondering if the goopy skeleton would come to sleep or if he would sleep on his desk. It wouldn't be the first time Nightmare did that. Error sighed when he looked at the time, it was already past two am. His boyfriend's behavior really pissed him off, it was infuriating to see him neglect his health for some papers. Error got up.

- That's it, he's gonna take a break.

Nightmare flinched when he heard the door violently opening.

- Error ? What are you doing up this late ?

- Oh you can talk ! You're the one who's supposed to be in bed !

He said, placing himself next to Nightmare, who sighed.

- I have work to do, I delayed it too much already.

- You need a break, you barely sleep and I'm pretty sure you're not eating enough.

Nightmare sighed again.

- I'm almost done, I promise, I just need a few more days. I'll rest after I finished.

- Fine ! Keep overworking yourself then !

Error angrily mumbled, going behind his partner's chair.

- Thank you, dear..

Nightmare turned to face his papers again but as soon as the pen hit the sheet he felt a poke on his side, making him jump.

- E-Error what are you doing ?

- Watching you overwork yourself, again.

- Please, just, don't disturb me.

He tried to write again, only to feel a new poke on his other side.

- Error, please.

He waited a few second before writing again, slowly, carefully, when nothing happened he sighed in relief and continued working. The calm however didn't last long as he soon felt soft spiders all along his sides, making him squeak and let go of his pen.

- Error ! Stop that !

- No.

Nightmare clenched his teeth, the spiders didn't stop, he couldn't escape as Error was directly behind his chair, blocking him between the seat and the desk.

- I'll stop if you take a break.

- I'm almost dohohone !

He giggled, feeling the spiders fastening while still being teasingly soft.

- Well you better change your mind soon then.

- You behehetter not !

Error didn't take the warning in consideration and kept spidering all over his poor boyfriend's sides, sliding his hand on his tummy and lower back every now and then, ignoring his complaints. Despite complaining Nightmare wasn't doing this much efforts to stop Error from tickling him, he was too tired to fight back, all he could do was giggle and pray for Error to have some mercy.

His giggles rose to turn into soft laughter when Error started to gently squeeze his hips.

- E-Error ! The ohohthers are sleheheping!

- Then why are you making so much noise ? Is something bothering you ?

Nightmare blushed, feeling so weak right now, he couldn't make him stop and even if he couldn't see his face due to Error being behind him he was pretty sure that he was smiling. It almost felt like torture, it was so soft ! So teasingly soft ! He was already so tired, he didn't think he could handle it for too long.

Error didn't seem so tired and didn't stop his attack, spidering and squeezing endlessly, finding amusing to make the great and powerful Nightmare giggle like a babybone. This went on for a good ten minutes before Nightmare couldn't take it any longer anymore.

- Ohohokay ! You wohohon !

Nightmare surrendered.

- I'll tahahake a brehehehahak !

- Really ?

- Yehehes ! Nohohohow stohohop !

Error smiled, satisfied, and finally stopped, letting Nightmare regain his breath.

- Now, how about you get some sleep ? You seem very tired.

He jokingly asked, as if Nightmare had a choice.

- Okay...

Error chuckled seeing his partner yawn and lead him to the bedroom, happy to have succeeded in convincing him to stop.

He tucked him in bed and laid down beside him under the covers.

- Sleep well, honey.

He kissed his cheek.

- Good night, dear...

Nightmare yawned, already falling asleep.

He really needed a break.

#undertale au tickle #tickles #tickle fic #dreamtale #dreamtale tickle #nightmare sans #ticklish nightmare sans

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asena-graywolf · 2 years ago

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Be Up All Night At Door

You had to work until late at night. The computer had been on his lap for hours and his engine was overheated from long work. You could feel the heat of the engine in your lap.

You felt a tiredness in your eyes and thought that a little tea break would be good for you.

In fact, the reason for working so hard was not just the reports you had to produce. Because of an argument you had with your boyfriend, you hadn't answered his calls or texts for several days. He was still texting and calling. He kept saying that if you didn't answer him, he would come to your door as a last resort.

The reason you were arguing was that Kuro spends more time playing volleyball than usual these days. Therefore, he neglected both you and your relationship. Whenever you wanted to meet him, he always had work to do with the Nekoma team. You were out of patience now and you couldn't hold back your anger any longer and you lashed out at your boyfriend.

You both said hurtful words to each other. It was you who said, "Let's not see each other for a while if possible". But that sentence Kuro said in return broke your heart even more.

“Let's not talk. I can handle my work more easily. At least there won't be someone who constantly nags at me"

After a week, you hadn't said a word to each other. You had been separated. But afterward, Kuro was indescribably regretful.

He was constantly texting you how sorry he was, apologizing every minute.

You never responded to his messages, after a while Kuro's apology messages became so annoying that you almost decided to block him. For some reason something was keeping you from blocking his number from your phone.

Even the possibility of ending your relationship crossed his mind. Because you were almost on the way to ending your relationship. Until that night

You went to the kitchen and put water in the kettle and boiled it. Then you put a cup of green tea in a bag. After mixing sugar in your tea, you listened to the torrential rain outside.

It was spring rain. It was your favorite weather

Unfortunately, your enjoyment was interrupted by a knock on the door. The clock was showing 02:00 at night. Who would come at this hour?

Whoever came, what right did you have to disturb them in the middle of the night?

Anxiety and some fear arose in him. You slowly approached the door. You looked through the peephole. It was Kuro who came to your door. This kid was insane. He was really serious when he said "I'll come to your door"

Even though you wanted to pretend you weren't home, it was in vain.

“Y/n! Open the door, I know you're inside. I saw it coming. The house lights were on. Please open this door and let's talk"

You flatly refused

"No! Get out of here, Kuro. Neighbors will hear. You have no right to disturb anyone in the dead of night!”

Kuro knocked on the door

“Y/n. I beg you open. I need to see you. Let's just talk. I want you to listen to me for a minute. Then I'll go if you want and I won't bother you again. Please just listen to me"

“I said go, Kuro. I will not say it again. Because of you, I'm going to be a disgrace to the whole apartment. I guess you don't want them cursing behind my back"

“All I can think about right now is you y/n. I have nothing on my mind but you. Y/n…I love you. I didn't sleep every day without cursing myself for hurting you. I'm a vile man. Maybe I didn't deserve a person like you. But I'm really begging you. Please forgive me. Hurting you is the last thing I want in life. I never wanted you to be sad"

Kuro's voice trembled. You felt like you had a stake in the middle of your chest. Both of you were hurting

“I admit y/n. I am the only one responsible for what happened to us. I shouldn't have said that word to you. You didn't deserve this. I'm very regretful. I made my decision. I will wait at your door until you forgive me. I'll be here in the morning if necessary"

Your patience was starting to run out.

“Look how you are, Kuro! You should have thought of that before you broke my heart.”

Kuro knocked harder on the door

“Y/N…damn! I hate myself! I'm a vile bastard! Don't do that, please. Enough that I miss you so much. Please forgive me, lemme go inside. Lemme hug you like in the old days."

“Go and hug the volleyball ball. Damn Kuro! The whole apartment heard our voice! I am disgraced because of you! Get out of my door or I'll call the police"

“Y/N!”

The last word you heard from him was your name. He had been felt like crying. Even you didn’t pay no attention. You went inside and continued to work at an intense pace.

You fell asleep, unable to keep your eyelids open any longer than the last time you were tired.

When you wake up in the morning, you realize that you don't even remember how you fell asleep. Everything that happened last night crossed his mind within seconds of waking up.

Could Kuro still be at your door? Or had he given up and left? There was a torrential rain last night and when she got to your door he was soaked.

Even though you were angry with him, you worried that he might be sick.

As soon as you got out of bed, you went to the door. You didn't dare to open it up.

Gathering all your courage, you slowly opened the door and as soon as you opened it you were met with Kuro lying on the mat. You were so angry with him for putting yourself in this situation.

You nudged him to wake him up

“Kuro! Hey! Wake up!"

Kuro muttered and opened his eyes.

“Huh? Y/n?”

"Damn! You fool! What sanity are you lying on the mat?”

“You didn't let me in. Also, didn't I tell you that I won't be leaving your door until you forgive me?"

You sighed nervously.

"Ok! Get in there you idiot"

Kuro got up from the ground. You moved to the side of the door to let him in, and you let him in.

As soon as she walked in, Kuro hugged her tightly around her neck. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled your scent.

“I missed you so much, you know? Please tell me you forgive me"

You raised your hands to rest on his back when you remembered you were still angry with him.

“I'm only worried about you right now, Kuro. You're chilled! You're gonna be sick!"

"Can we stay like this for a while?" ' he asked, without breaking his breath.

Your heart slowly began to soften. You were so close to forgiving him

“If you want it that much…I'll warm you up in bed. You need warming up. I can't let you get sick"

He suddenly stopped hugging you and grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Does that mean you forgive me?” he asked excitedly

"What else would it mean, idiot!" you said patting your chest

"I can't live without you Kuro"

“God! i love you y/n. It's hard for me to even breathe without you. Welcome back to my life darling"

He kissed her on the forehead and you smiled at her

"Come on. Let's go to bed. Get some sleep too"

"Okay" he said smiling at you

You went to bed together. Kuro took off his clothes. He was left in only his underwear and t-shirt.

You hit the space next to the bed. Kuro got under the covers and lay down next to you. He pulled you to his chest and started playing with your hair

When you played with your hair you started to mash and muttered

“Kuro…sleep now my love”

He kissed the top of your head

“I'm going to sleep too now baby. It's so nice to sleep with you. Your bed is cozy too. Just like you"

If you had answered, you would have woken up. Instead, you snuggled closer to your boyfriend's chest and you both fell into a peaceful sleep after a long time, each other's scent and warmth.

#hq x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuro tetsuro #kuro tetsuro x y/n #kuro tetsuro x you #kuro tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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