#without asking but that is. besides the point

[harryspet]

stray kitten | r.cameron

[warnings] dark!rafe x homeless!pogue!reader, heavy somnophilia, blackmail/manipulation, size difference, DUBCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: Pls reblog and let me know what you think :)

In which Rafe grants you the freedom to come and go as you wish in his condo—but in return, your body becomes his to use freely.

word count: 3.5k

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The first night you met, a crashing sound wakes Rafe from his sleep. He’s delirious and still wearing his clothes from the same day. His flight had landed on the mainland at 11 o'clock, and after a long drive to Kildare, he'd collapsed on the couch in his condo's living room. He couldn’t quite gauge the time, but the sun hadn’t yet begun to creep through the tall windows that framed his space.

His mind was still foggy but he knew there was someone in his home, “Shit,” He muttered underneath his breath as he pulled himself off the couch and attempted to get his bearings. He found his phone, close to dying, lying underneath a pillow. The time read 2:19 a.m., making Rafe wince. He knew he hadn’t given anyone permission to be in his house. Sofia was the only one with a key and they were currently on an “off” phase of their on and off relationship. 

Rafe tucked his phone into his pocket, letting his eyes adjust, and quickly determining his plan of action. The bookcase beside the large-screen TV held a drawer. Precisely, Rafe moved over to it, and quietly retrieved a handgun that was discreetly hidden inside. 

The sounds of movement grew louder from the kitchen, and he could pinpoint the exact location now. His gaze shifted toward the hallway just off the living room, the one that led directly to the kitchen. Without hesitation, Rafe made his way toward it, the weight of the gun in his hand grounding him. 

The floorboards at the entrance to kitchen creaked slightly underneath his weight. Rafe knew he wouldn’t have the upperhand for long, soon he’d come face to face with the intruder, and he moved with determination. 

His heart beat louder than he wanted. As if on cue, the noise continued, and Rafe’s gun pointed toward his walk-in pantry. A quick shuffle of feet, Rafe moved quickly, strong arms pushing the door to the pantry completely open with one hand, the other tightly gripping the gun. 

He second guessed himself as soon as he saw you. His eyes scrunched in confusion just as you dropped the glass cookie jar in your hands, and the glass shattered all around your feet. The sound echoed in the quiet room, sharp and jarring.

For a brief moment, neither of you moved. Rafe’s gaze searched your face before he scanned you over. Scrawny legs, dark, golden skin and bare feet that were unprotected by the glass now around your feet. 

His grip on the gun tightened instinctively, but he hesitated, watching as you flinched at the sound of the shattering jar. Frightened, doe-like eyes looked back at him, wide and vulnerable. Your face was soft, framed by large, unruly curls that tumbled down your shoulders, “Don’t move,” It came off more threatening than he intended, “You’ll cut yourself.”

You didn’t respond though Rafe could see you were holding your breath. He lowered the gun. There was something wild in your eyes, untamed. Rafe’s curiosity piqued, “Who-Who are you?” Rafe asked, “What are you doing in my house?”

A long silence followed and the tension grew thicker, “I know you understand me,” Rafe continued. He took notice of your clothing. Your jean shorts reached just above your knee and were practically falling off your hips. You wore a raggedy sweatshirt with all the letters faded and you were clutching an old, leather backpack, “You here to steal from me?”

Rafe appeared disheveled, his button-up shirt untucked from his khakis, but even in his disorder, he stood in stark contrast to you.

You shook your head, eyes bursting with fear, “I didn’t … I didn’t mean to…”

“You didn’t mean to?” Rafe replied a little too quickly and you gave him a look that said you might shrink in on yourself. 

“I’ll … leave. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were home.” 

“That’s called breaking and entering.” 

“I’m sorry,” You repeated again and Rafe couldn’t help the incredulous look that spread across his face, “All the lights were out and I just …I didn’t have anywhere to go.”

Rafe nodded slowly, trying to process your presence and the fact that he currently had the power to …possibly, do whatever he pleased with you. He could call the police. Or threaten to call the police. He could see what you were willing to do in order for him not to call the police on you. What would you be able to do? You barely looked strong enough to carry the bag on your shoulder. He didn’t need the gun or a threat to the police. He could easily overpower you. His thoughts wandered down that path, and he felt no guilt in doing so; he had long ago accepted the darker side of his nature. Still, you had taken the risk, broken in all on your own.

You were desperate, Rafe thought, as the realization sank in.

“You running from someone, sweetheart?” Rafe questioned further, “You got warrants? People after you?”

You shook your head quickly, “No warrants. No one…” It was vulnerable information, Rafe could see it in your eyes, but he currently held your fate in his hands. You had to trust him for the time being, “No one’s looking for me. My foster parents kicked me out, uh, a long time ago. And I just … don’t have that many friends right now. I was just going to crash for the night.”

“And take my food?” Rafe added, a tired smile on his lips. 

You were still unsettled, naturally, but Rafe had already decided your fate, “Yeah,” You admitted, “I’m sorry. If you let me leave, you will never see me again. I promise. Please don’t call-”

You froze when Rafe lifted his gun again. He made a show of him flipping on the gun’s safety and placing it on the kitchen counter. He took a step forward, luckily, he fell asleep in his Tom Ford loafers which could protect him from the shattered glass. He stood in the pantry, door way, reaching a hand out to you. When Rafe sensed your hesitation, he said, “I’m not going to call the police,” He reassured you, “Let me help you so you don’t cut your fucking feet and get blood everywhere.”

You let his larger hand, envelope yours, and you were about to take a hesitant hop over the glass but as you leaned closer, so did Rafe. Before you could react, he effortlessly lifted you, setting you down on the far side of the kitchen. “Stay there,” he commanded, his tone firm. “I’m serious, don’t move.”

You didn’t even know his name, yet his presence alone had you nodding in quick, unquestioning compliance.

His line of questioning continued as you watched him procure of a broom and dust pan, “You’re from the Cut?”

“Yeah,” You answered timidly. It wasn’t fully true. You’d grown up everywhere but the foster parents that had taken you in at fifteen were from the Cut and you’d made your Kildare your home over the next years. 

“I’m Rafe.”

“...Y/N.”

“And do you usually do your breaking and entering barefoot?”

"I don’t like shoes," you said, your voice carrying a weight of seriousness that caught Rafe off guard. He paused in his crouch, lifting his gaze to meet yours as he stopped sweeping the glass. His eyes searched your face, trying to gauge the sincerity behind your words. "Never have. And I don’t do a lot of breaking and entering…"

“You don’t like shoes,” Rafe repeated in understanding, “And you’ve got a sweet tooth?”

“You didn’t have much real food,” You said and regretted it quickly, “I mean-”

Rafe stood and you watched him bring the scraped up glass to the trashcan, “Noted,” Rafe interrupted, “I apologize, I travel too much. And I’m not much of a cook.”

“I didn’t mean…I’m sorry,” You spoke sincerely, pressing yourself back into his marble countertops. His kitchen was huge, covered floor to ceiling in white fixtures and marble accents. You could feed an entire orphanage with a kitchen like this and yet you had come to the conclusion that he lived alone, “I’m not picky. I’m really not. And I will pay you back for the jar.”

“Oh yeah?” Rafe’s eyes narrowed at you as he moved closer to you, “How do I know you won’t pay me back with money you stole?”

You couldn’t help that your jaw tensed at the question, “I guess you wouldn’t know.”

“And how do I know you won’t come back with one of your pogue friends?” He held you with his gaze, so much so that it became too late for you to realize that he was placing both his hands on either side of you, effectively pinning you against the counter. Instinctively, your hand reach out to keep him from coming closer. That was far too intimate, you realized, as your hands came in contact with the hardness of his chest. You gasped, your hand falling helplessly back to your side, “You sure there’s no lowlife pogue boyfriend out looking for you right now?”

“No,” You spoke rapidly, “Yes, I mean, I’m sure there isn’t. And I won’t come back-” 

“But you’ll do this again. You’ll get hungry or cold. And you’ll probably meet someone who’s not as kind and welcoming as me.” 

Your breathing started to grow uneven and your eyes began to look for an exit, an escape plan, “If you’re not calling the police then I’ll leave. After that, it wouldn’t really be your business.” 

He seemed to nod with understanding but he kept you trapped there, “I have another way you can pay for that jar, sweetheart. And the sleep I’ve lost. And whatever else you have stuffed in your bag.” 

A cold realization washed over you, “I promise I’ll leave and won’t come back-”

Rafe shushed you. You felt a hand at your waist, a hand so large it effortlessly almost encircled your entire torso. His finger traced the waistband of your jeans, the movement slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. Then, his thumb brushed against the skin of your stomach. The sheer size of him, his imposing presence, his towering height, felt like a physical weight pressing down on you. 

“You don’t want to leave,” He leaned down to speak into your ear. This was the reality of your situation. You were aware of the risks. You were only scared that he would hurt you badly, “You’ve got nowhere to go, sweetheart. You’re hungry. Tired. You want a warm bed to sleep in tonight, don’t you? A hot shower?” 

“Yes,” You spoke weakly. 

“Good, then stay,” His words settled into the air like a final decree, and you couldn’t escape them. Not physically, and not mentally.

The first night happened like a dream. He made you hot food, something that came frozen, but you could microwave in a few minutes. After he watched you devour the entirety of the meal, he led you upstairs to his bedroom. Even in the dim light, of the early morning, the hues of cream and white gave the room a serene feeling. It was a distinct reminder of how different your world was from his. 

He left you alone to shower in his luxurious bathroom. The rainfall showerhead cascaded warm water over you, washing away two days of grime and exhaustion. The soothing stream was almost enough to lull you to sleep right there. You explored the shelves, trying a eucalyptus soap and using far too much from the expensive bottles of shampoo and conditioner, their silky textures foreign to you. When you stepped out, the heated floor greeted your feet with comforting warmth, and you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white robe that felt softer than anything you'd ever owned.

Standing before the mirror in the double vanity, you finally confronted your reflection. You began detangling your hair with your fingers, doing your best before braiding it into long plaits. For the first time in years, as you stared at yourself, you felt a glimmer of humanity, a version of yourself you had almost forgotten.

Finally, you found a spare toothbrush and freshened up, the minty taste a small but satisfying indulgence. Layers of cozy linens and soft throw blankets seemed to call you from the bedroom. Quietly, you left the bathroom and stepped back into the dimly lit space, your eyes drifting to the man who had taken you in.

He lay peacefully in his bed, his business clothes abandoned. The faint glow of moonlight revealed the contours of his bare torso, and though he appeared peaceful, there was no mistaking that undercurrent of danger that lingered in his presence. Handsome yet terrifying, he seemed both protector and predator.

Logic urged you to leave, to take the fleeting comforts he had offered and disappear before he could demand anything in return. But exhaustion and the strong pull of his presence overruled your better judgment. Silently, you slipped onto the opposite side of the California king bed, careful not to wake him. When he didn’t stir, you allowed yourself to sink into the luxurious mattress. Sleep claimed you within moments.

Something, someone, gently lulled you from your sleep later in the morning. You didn’t know it then but it wouldn’t be the last time you’d wake up with Rafe on top of you. Soft touches, kisses, peppered across your cheek. Small pecks against your lips. The feeling was almost comforting enough for you to not realize the reality of your situation. As soon as you did remember that you were in a stranger’s home underneath said stranger, your body reacted accordingly. 

You bit down on his lip.

"Fuck!" he hissed, pulling back slightly. You seized the moment to push against him, but any hope of escape vanished as his hand shot up, gripping your throat with unnerving ease.

“Don’t fucking move,” he commanded, his voice low and razor-sharp.

Your words caught in your throat and you stared up at the man with wide eyes, “You’re feisty in the morning, kitten,” Rafe breathed out, wiping his lip with his free hand. A thin smear of blood painted his fingertips. “Calm down, your body’s ready, your mind just hasn’t caught up.”

Although you were unable to look down at your body, you realized that the robe you slept in was wide open, exposing your naked body, “You’re already wet. I made sure.” He explained in most normal of tones. You realized what he was implying. 

“You touched me while I was sleeping?” You were able to ask once you gave the impression that you were calming down and he loosened his grip. The words were weaker than you intended. 

“What was I supposed to do, huh?” A wicked smirk grew on his lips, “I’ve got a half naked girl in my bed. I’m s’posed to keep my hands to myself? Be a saint?”

You swallowed, “Can you just …” Your voice came out uncertain, “I d-don’t have that much experience.”

His smirk grew even more, “You don’t want me to be rough? Don’t want me to bite you so hard you bleed? You can dish it out but you can’t take it?” 

You threw your head back in frustration, “You scared me.”

“That’s not the response I was looking for, kitten.”

“I’m sorry,” You corrected yourself, “I’m sorry for biting you.”

“Good girl,” Rafe kissed the side of your lip and you tried your best not to squirm, “Ask me what you wanted to ask me.”

Hands on either side of your head, he pressed his lower body into yours and his hard member pressing against your naked skin made your eyes widen in fear. You couldn’t look down, knowing that if you could visualize how big he was, you’d never stop fighting him. 

“Will you be gentle with me?” You asked the stranger, “Please don’t hurt me, Rafe.” 

The words you spoke out of nervousness seemed to add to his exhilaration. His body enveloped yours, the weight of him pressing down on you. It was inescapable, Rafe pushing all of his length, slowly but fully inside of you, “Won’t hurt you, little one,” You held onto him out of necessity, wanting to stabilize yourself, but your body told you to do the opposite. Although your legs were pinned, you tried to push away from him, not believing your body could fit all of him, “I know it doesn’t hurt. You’re ready for me. Don’t you fucking run.” 

“Please,” You whimpered. He was right. It wasn’t pain that you were feeling, “It feels too … too much. Too full.” 

Rafe hooked his arms around your legs, folding you into yourself, as he pushed himself deeper, “Shit, shit, shit,” you gasped, the words tumbling out as your head fell back. “Ffff—oh my god!”

“You can do it, little one,” Rafe coaxed you through the sensation, “Look at you. Taking me so deep. You’ve almost got all of me.” 

Almost, the word made you want to explode. You tried to leave your mind, to not overthink in that moment, knowing your anxiety was getting the best of you. You focused on his words. Maybe he was right? You could do it and you could do a good job. He’s too big, but he’s right, you’re not in pain. 

Rafe’s face swirled with amusement and ecstasy, “Fuck, let me use that tight little pussy,” He groaned, shifting his hips slightly, only to test how much further he could sheath himself inside of you, “You’re being such a good girl, squeezing me so good.” 

The praise sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through you. His voice was warm but demanding. He wanted you to surrender, and deep down, you wanted that to. 

Your breath hitched as he pressed forward again, and your body instinctively clenched around him. “Rafe,” you whimpered, his name slipping past your lips.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Say my name again, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, embarrassed by how easily he unraveled you, but Rafe wasn’t having it. His grip tightened, pulling you impossibly closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Say it.”

“Rafe,” you whispered obediently.

“Good girl.” His approval came like a reward. 

He adjusted his pace, moving in a rhythm that felt more intentional. It was overwhelming having him inside of you but you weren’t prepared for him to pull in an out of you, pushing deeper with each thrust. 

You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming. The gentle sound of the ocean outside the open windows providing a steady backdrop to the moment. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, their flowing fabric catching the morning light.

It wasn’t a bad bargain, your mind started to rationalize the situation. When Rafe eventually finished deep inside of you, your body shaking beneath him, he proposed the idea of the two of you continuing your arrangement. Rafe traveled so much and it wasn’t in your nature to stay in one place for too long, he offered to host you whenever you wished. As long as you kept what was between your legs for him, you could make yourself at home, even when he wasn’t. 

He kept his fridge stocked for you, left you gifts in the form of new clothes (never shoes), and gift cards to restaurants and stores. 

Sometimes you’d go weeks in between seeing him, having missed each other, but when you were together, Rafe took full advantage. 

The sunroom became your sanctuary—a place where the world slowed down. You spent hours there, stretched out on a chaise lounge, the warmth of the sun blanketing your skin as you flipped through pages of a book or dozed off to the sound of distant waves.

Rafe loved to find you napping. The first time he came home from a long, work trip and found your body laid out on the soft carpet of the sunroom floor, he wasted no time. Easily, he lifted your patchwork dress and pushed your panties to the side. As soon as you stirred from your sleep, you realized he was pressing his length against your entrance, “Rafe,” You called out, half asleep, but he was already inside of you, “What –”

“Did you miss me?” He asks as he slowly moves in and out of you. 

You gasp from the sensation but also the shock. He doesn’t leave room for you to protest, to second guess yourself, because he presses his weight into you and pins you there to the floor. In prone position, he fucks you hard and slow, “Did you miss me, kitten?” He asks again and you try your hardest to form the words. 

“Yes,” You managed, able to feel just how much he missed you, “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” He confirms and you can practically hear his smirk, “This little pussy hasn’t been fucked in a week.”

The thought makes you grateful for that overwhelming feeling. That fullness. 

“Gotta take care of my kitten.”

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[dollfacefantasy]

im shaking begging on my hands on knees pls if that’s okay and you’re comfortable with it could you cook some tongue sucking and spit play with Leon like absolutely sloppy messy nasty 🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲

it was a mistake telling leon that you'd never been kissed.

you'd been going out with the d.s.o agent for a few weeks now, and last friday night on another one of your dates you let that little not-so-fun fact about you slip. in your defense, you were a bit tipsy, and the buzz of alcohol dulled the points on your decision making skills.

"wait really?" he'd asked after a small laugh. he leaned forward, forearms pressing down on the white table cloth. "never been kissed? not even once?"

"well... one time sorta in third grade. but i don't count that," you amended.

that only made his smile wider. "wow, i thought you were cute before, sweetheart, but this just takes it to another level," he chuckled.

you felt your cheeks starting to burn, realizing that you may have made a mistake in disclosing this part of your past. it wasn't like you were totally innocent or something. you'd just never found someone you felt deserved to experience your lips against theirs.

he didn't continue to mock though. he just shook his head and eyed you over the brim of his glass.

"i'll have to change that then," he said.

that night as he dropped you at your apartment he acted on his words. before letting you leave the proximity of his car, he guided you close and pecked your lips. something soft and sweet. intimate but simple. your first real kiss.

it would be far from the last if he had anything to say about it though.

tonight he came over to your place to spend some time with you before an upcoming mission. the two of you laid on the couch, bodies intertwined. he had you tucked to his chest as a movie played on the tv in the background. his eyes stayed on you though.

his fingers ran down your cheek along the curve of your jaw. you could feel him staring and finally gave in, turning your head to smile at him.

"what?" you said with a small laugh.

"nothing," he replied, "am i not allowed to admire you?"

he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheekbone. one soft kiss landed on your skin and then another and another until his mouth reached your neck.

you giggled softly and squirmed beside him. he grinned against your throat, not letting up on his affection. his hand squeezed your waist. you felt his tongue slide out and glide across your pulse point before his lips latched on again.

"you know, baby... i've been thinking about kissing you again ever since last friday," he breathed.

"really?" you whispered in return.

"mhm. couldn't get you out of my head. even more than normal," he said, "those lips are just so soft and sweet. one kiss wasn't enough."

he began moving back up, cresting his lips over your chin to below your bottom lip.

"it wasn't enough for me either," you agreed, getting the words out while you still could.

in seconds, his lips landed on yours. this kiss was deeper than the last, more sensual and full of intention. he suckled on your bottom lip, scraping his teeth against the plush skin. his nose bumped yours. you could feel the soft puffs of his breaths on your face.

"of course it wasn't. that was just your first taste. it's only natural you'd want more," he murmured between smooches, "but i'm gonna give it to you. make up for all that time you went without."

his mouth connected with yours in full again, drawing a quiet moan from you. your fingers ran through his blonde tresses. he shuddered at the feeling of your fingers raking over his scalp.

it was weird. kissing him felt effortless and like something you needed to be conscious of at the same time. you melted into his movements and let him guide you, but you also thought about every detail from how much you were responding to the tender sighs slipping from your lips.

your breath hitched when you felt the tip of his tongue drag across the seam of your mouth. you didn't really know what to do, so you just went with your first instinct and parted your lips slightly.

"that's it, honey, let me in," he cooed before sliding the wet muscle into your mouth.

that got a louder sound out of you. he cupped your cheek and worked it in, swirling it with your own. the kisses got messier now. your head spun with the bliss of being so wrapped up in him.

he sucked at your tongue, and your legs squirmed in response. you didn't expect it to feel so nice. it was almost soothing in a way, to have him so intensely focused on you. the hand that wasn't on your cheek squeezed your hip, teasing at his want for more.

when he finally pulled away, a smile broke out on his face.

"look at you," he crooned, "you liked that, didn't you?"

all you could do was nod while staring up at him. your eyes were blown out with lust, your chest heaving with the same emotion.

his thumb came up to your wet bottom lip. the pad of it stroked back and forth, pressing down and opening your mouth a little. so cute.

"messy girl," he purred.

and then, without warning, he gathered some spit at the front of his mouth and parted his lips to let it fall into yours.

your body lit on fire at the sight and sensation. you felt the liquid hit your tongue and slide towards your throat. a soft moan made its way out of you before you lazily swatted at his arm.

"leon!" you whined, sticking out your lip into a pout, "ew."

he laughed at the simple reaction before ducking down to swap more spit with you. he kissed you deep and hard, twirling his tongue through your mouth languidly.

"that'll be the least 'ew' thing i do to you before tonight's over," he teased before sweeping you up in another passionate exchange.

[sinstear]

if there was one thing that kept her at bay from anything, it would be her arm. she loved and hated that part about herself. loved that it could protect her when needed, but hated that it could hurt someone she loved. sevika wasn’t afraid to use something so powerful to keep away evil, but she would never forgive herself if she accidentally hurt the one she swore to protect. even just holding their face in her hand, sent shivers down her spine and worry through her mind and body.  

you never minded though. in fact, there were times when you’d be sitting with her or near her, that your eyes would travel away from her current card game, down her metal arm, more times than none, and just stare at it. it was beautifully fascinating to you. with or without her knowledge of you just gawking at her. 

sevika did notice one night though, out of the blue, to your surprise, when you were comfortably sitting beside her— drinking from her whiskey glass and watching how she flawlessly yet swiftly dealt her cards. 

it started with her body tensing beside yours, calmy, when you lightly traced patterns on the cool metal, not wanting to push her into anything, just being gentle and cautious with your approach. then it was the way she looked at you from the corner of her eye, seeing you sitting there, looking down at her arm— but you didn’t look scared or worried. not like most people did. you looked interested.

“do you think it’s gonna bite you or something if you state at it any longer?” her voice rang out, raspy and gruff. the cigar hanging loosely between her lips made her look ten times hotter.

“that a challenge?” 

“maybe, maybe not, who knows with you.” 

for the remainder of her games— most of the time she could sit there all day but if she has company, aka you, then she takes time to spend with you before she’s got her usual shit to do, and finally stubbed out her cigar and put all of her attention on you. 

“you’re quiet,” she pointed out, sliding the coins off the table and pushing them into her pocket. “which is unusual, you’re never quiet.”

“gee, thanks,” you glared at her, yet the way your lips quirked up into a smile, made it aware you weren’t really mad. “just thinking.”

“well don’t be too excited to share, what’s wrong?” 

her eyes followed your gaze, and that’s when she quickly noticed you weren’t looking at her anymore, more or so looking at her arm again. “can i hold it?” 

your question was an innocent one, cautious even, but to her, it meant everything. you could tell by the way her eyes shifted away from you nervously, looking at anything but you. “i don’t think that’s a good idea,” she laughed, trying to play it off. “probably shouldn’t.” 

“shouldn’t or don’t want me to?”

“is there a difference?”

she’s looking at you again, too busy focused on what you’re saying to notice the small shift of your hand reaching for her metal one. “who knows with you,” you murmured with a playful smile.

it’s only when she feels you interlock your fingers with hers that she tries to pull away and save you the trouble but you’re faster. just a little, and pressing her hand to your cheek.

“you won’t hurt me.” you reassured. as if you were answering a question her eyes were silently asking, something she couldn’t find herself saying out loud. sevika’s lips part with a gentle sigh when your free hand reaches up and cups her metal hand against your cheek a little firmer, and she clenches her jaw tightly once you’re smiling. “i promise, you won’t hurt me, you can’t.” 

“how do you know i won’t?” she asked, insecurity laced with worry in her voice. 

“because if you wanted to you would have done it when we first met.” you stated, eyebrow raising just slightly when sevika moves her fingers across the apples of your cheek slowly. the coldness of the metal tingling your skin as she moved. “but you haven’t, so.” 

“maybe you just haven’t pissed me off enough yet.” sevika grins, and it’s almost primal in the way she looks at you. 

“yet,” you clicked your tongue with a light chuckle. “there’s still time then.”

your eyes lock with hers as she presses her thumb against your lips, almost like she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, while you mischievously winked. “maybe just a little time,” she murmured and pushed harder.

the cold metal of her fingers brushed against the muscle of your tongue before you knew it and sevika didn’t know whether to moan or growl at the sight of you grinning smugly around her fingers. it wasn’t something she was used to. she’s used to people seeing it, turning the other way and getting away from her.

but here you are, greedily sucking her fingers and having no issues or worries. not caring in the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” she admitted, in awe of you and watched you closely. “and i think it’s worrying that i’m perfectly okay with that.”

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika idea? Modern AU. Sevika and Reader (mostly reader because Sevika just grumbles about it) decide to take Jinx and Isha to an amusement park for the first time. Sevika is..... okay with it? But it's not her thing..

..That is until they get there and Sevika goes into full dad mode when she rides a rollercoaster with the two and now she can't stop because she wants to ride everything with them.

GOD GOD GOD i love fluffy fluffy fluff like this omg

men and minors dni

the girls sit you down one evening, both of them wearing determined looks and wearing one of sevika's old ties around their neck. jinx does most of the talking while isha hands out brochures and drawings.

"ladies, thank you for coming to this meeting." she greets. sevika rolls her eyes.

"you both forced us to come sit on the couch."

"shush." jinx flips sevika off quickly, before clearing her throat and continuing. "you may be wondering why we've asked you here today--"

"dragged." sevika corrects.

"hush!" jinx stomps her foot. isha glares at sevika. you elbow her. she sighs.

"fine, go."

"we have a business proposition for you." jinx announces. "in exchange for a month's allowance, we'd like you to take us to, drum roll please..."

isha pats her lap, giggling as you join in.

"randy's rollercoasters!" isha does a little twirl for emphasis.

sevika groans. you chuckle. isha hands you two brochures for randy's rollercoasters.

"now, hold on a second." you cut in. "we give you an allowance in exchange for your chores. you're telling me you'll clean the toilets without any pay? all month?" you ask.

jinx and isha nod, and isha crosses over her heart as a promise.

sevika grunts beside you. "and what are we supposed to do there while you two go on all the rides? stand in the hot sun and wait around all day?"

"oh, come on, sev! you can ride with us!"

"fuck no!"

"they sell beer." you mutter under your breath, pointing to the drinks and food section of your brochure. "we could just get tipsy and make out in dark corners while the kids ride."

jinx sticks her tongue out at the suggestion, but sevika seems intrigued. isha's blinking up at both of you with her hands folded under her chin, her gold eyes wide and watery as she waits for an answer.

sevika sighs, then groans. "fine."

the girls burst into cheers.

that's what you think will happen-- that the girls will have a great time and you and sevika will make the most of your day loitering around the park.

but then you get there, and isha gets spooked seeing how big the rollercoasters really are, and you and sevika promise to go on her first ride with her to show her it's safe.

but something about the thrill and watching her girls squeal with fear and excitement makes sevika all giddy and excited after the first ride.

it's adorable.

"have you never been on a roller coaster before, babe?"

"it's been almost twenty years!" she laughs, hoisting isha onto her shoulders. "okay, which one are we hitting next?" she asks jinx. isha squeals with excitement. you pout.

"we!? what about me?! i'll get sick if i go on another one of those rides."

sevika turns to you with a pout. your heart swells in your chest.

"c'mon, baby, please? just a few more rides, and i'm yours for the day. i just wanna do the log flume. and maybe the one with the loops."

"and the death dropper." jinx adds on. sevika nods.

"yeah, and the death dropper."

you examine your wife, laughter bubbling up in your lungs as you take in the excited, childlike glimmer in her eye. she's just as excited as isha and jinx. "you kids go have fun. if you need me, i'll be by the funnel cakes and beer." you say, shooing your family away toward the rides.

sevika grins, kissing your cheek and taking off with jinx at her side, isha cackling as they run toward the next ride.

so, you don't get to make out with your wife much. but you get a whole bunch of fun pictures of your family on the rides, a lot of cotton candy, and three million watt smiles from your girls and wife every time they come off a ride.

when the day winds down and the girls get tired, you walk around the carnival booths on the park grounds, letting isha and jinx play games and win bears.

sevika's got an arm slung around your shoulders, a smile on her lips. "'m sorry i abandoned you today." she says. you laugh.

"are you kidding? i had a blast today. getting to watch you three have all that fun, snacking and drinking to my heart's content-- we should do this every weekend." you suggest.

isha and jinx both perk up at that. sevika cackles. "no! no, we can not afford that. but, we can come back for isha's birthday." she suggests.

isha wins you a teddy bear with one of the darts games, then sevika gets jealous and tries to win you one of the strength testers. only, she hits the hammer so hard it's handle snaps in half, and the attendant has to close the stand for the night.

you buy the girls slushies then pile into the ferris wheel.

the sun is setting on the horizon, lighting up the little cart the four of you sit in. isha and jinx are chattering to themselves with their faces pressed against the glass, giving you and sevika some semblance of privacy on your little seat.

"you really had fun today?" sevika asks. you smile and nod.

"it was amazing. i love hearing you all laugh like that. especially you." you say.

sevika grins and swoops in to kiss you, just as your cart reaches the top of the wheel.

the girls 'ooh' and 'aah' and the height and the sights, and then they both groan when they turn around and find you two kissing.

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[rowie264]

Jinx NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. A lot of cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jinx's favorite body part of hers is her hair. She refuses to cut it, even if it's ridiculously long and sometimes even uncomfortable to live with (washing and brushing takes forever). But she loves her hair and she likes when you touch it. Her favorite body part of yours is your neck. It's her safe place and she likes to nuzzle your neck to inhale your scent. She also likes to leave her marks to show everyone who you belong to.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Be prepared for a mess because she is a squirter. Also her cum is slightly pinkish because of the shimmer (just like her tears).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Sometimes she stalks you. "To protect you" she convinces herself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Jinx wasn't interested in relationship before she met you. She is a virgin. But you can't grow up in Zaun without picking up some of 'adults talks' so she knows how sex works and even knows about few spicy things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) If she is receiving then her favorite will be one that allows her to hug you. She is very clingy not only during sex but in general. If she is giving then it can be any pose as long as she can see your face. She likes to watch how good she can make you feel.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Can crack jokes, giggle and tease you even when she is submissive. But can get quite serious if she feels dominant and jealous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Not blue as you thought it would be! She starts shaving after few intimate nights, because now she "has a reason".

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Always says that she loves you at some point.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Jinx doesn't masturbate just because her body needs to release some tension. She will masturbate only if she'll get aroused after thinking of you and only if she can't reach you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Praise kink. Absolutelly loves being called good girl and being encouraged.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Her bed which she adjusted especially for the two of you (it's like a love nest now with bunch of stolen pillows)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Besides praises she can get really turned on if you'll bite her and leave a mark. She is possessive herself and if you'll show the same possessiveness over her she'll ask you to take her right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Don't even think about threesome or any kind of polyamorous relationship. You belong solemnly to her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Jinx learns fast enough how you like it. Expect her eyes being locked with yours while she eats you out. If you are the one giving she'll look at you too because she likes it when your eyes turn the same color as hers because of her shimmer cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Usually she prefers slow and sensual. It really helps her insecure mind when you take your time to make her feel loved and appreciated. But sometimes she can act like a total brat on purpose to rile you up and get punished for it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Prefers long sessions rather than quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) If you want to try something new - she is up for it. The more ways to give each other pleasure the better. Will not take risks if it can really hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) With shimmer running in her veins she has a lot of stamina. You gotta try really hard to get her exhausted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Bought a few to try them out with you but then threw them away because she could create better ones - just perfect for you and for herself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Ocassionally can tease you for fun, like in a little game. Will 100% tease you mercilessly if she feels dominant.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Jinx isn't shy about being loud. She'll whimper, moan and scream for you because why would she hide her reactions from you? You make her feel good and you deserve to know how much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) She is like 70% submissive and 30% dominant. She loves playing with your breasts, especially to lick and suck your nipples. Likes to hear her name on your lips.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Jinx's clothes exposes enough skin already but once she is completely naked you can fully see her tattoes which always makes you pause and admire it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Chaotic. One week can be full of cuddles and chaste kisses, when on other you'll be making love every day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) At first, Jinx couldn't fall asleep before you (she hadn't slept well for years). But after some time spent with you, she began to get more sleep and could even fall asleep in your arms before you.

[rezwrites]

First I want to say I am obsessed with your Agatha x Reader fics. They give me a lot of joy through my last shitty weeks. I adore you

Second, I have an idea/request so Dark Agatha, who for Reader is just her friendly neighbor, but Agatha has been keeping an eye on Reader since Reader arrived in the neighborhood. One night while Reader was returning from a party and decides to walk home in the middle of the night, Agatha drives her car ‘casually at the same time’ and offers to take Reader at home. Of course, Reader accepts… what could happen?

Dark + jealousy + possessiveness + obsession + dub-con

No pressure. Take your time 

I really glad you like them! Writing them gets me through my shitty days too.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, dub-con, alcohol consumption, fingering

Quite footsteps filled the silent night as you cautiously walked down the sidewalk. The humid air causing your skin to become sticky with sweat. The low rumble of a car engine grew louder as it drove closer. You tensed up hearing the slight squeak of the brakes.

“Dear?” a soft saccharine voice called from behind you. Upon seeing Ms. Harkness peeking her head out her window, you breathed sigh of relief, relaxing. “It’s late. What’s are doing walking about?”

Ms. Harkness has been an angel ever since you moved into the neighborhood. She was always a shoulder to lean on whenever you need it. Never judging, always listening. The most wonderful neighbor you could ask for. Heavy disappointment washed over you for letting her see you this way.

You tried your hardest not to slur your words in front of her, but failed. Even if your words worked you probably looked a mess carrying your shoes, walking without them. “I’..m just walking… home,” You point in the direction of your home.

A deep frown etched in her features as she exited her car, nearing you, “How much have you had to drink?”

“A few..” you trailed off struggling to remember. Cups, glasses, a few shots. There was so much alcohol flowing throughout the night, it was hard to keep track in your addled mind.

“Hun, you’re too drunk to be out here alone. Let’s get you home.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, guiding you to the passenger side of her car. Climbing back in her seat Agatha set the air conditioning towards you, making sure you’re comfortable before driving off.

Pulling into the driveway Agatha swiftly came around helping you out of the car. Eyeing the flowerbeds under the windows of the house you realized this wasn’t your house. “This is your house, Ms. Harkness.” You stated, confused.

“Yes, dear. It will be easier for me to take care of you here tonight.” She rubbed your back soothingly as she guided you to the front door, “Besides, how would your family react if you came home in this state?”

She’s right. Your parents- your father, really, would berate you endlessly if you came home this wasted.

Guiding you upstairs she kept a steady hand on your back, patient as you took your time up each step. “I’ll wash your clothes and bring you a fresh pair, honey,” Agatha assured, placing you on her bed. Agatha scurried over to her dresser, bringing back a light hoodie and shorts. Agatha disappeared into the connecting bathroom, you took that time to change. Pulling on the hoodie the soft material on the inside felt like velvet again your skin.

Falling back against the bed you listened to Agatha get closer, collect your clothing, then walk out the room. Hearing her footsteps gradually grow and stop next to you, you have her a bit of insight of tonight, “I thought she liked me, that we had a connection. Only to see her dragging the quarterback upstairs.”

She audibly sighs tucking her arms underneath you, adjusting your body back against the pillows, “See, honey. This is what happens when you mess with girls like that.” She runs her thumb over your eyebrows, smoothing them down.

She hated to watch you fall for girls that lacked any substance. Anger in her eyes every time she saw you with someone who would ultimately break your heart. Agatha always told herself that you needed stable woman, one that can give you structure and support. You needed her. “Perhaps you need to slow down from finding a relationship.”

“Mmm…” The plush bed felt like a cloud underneath you, the faint scent of Agatha’s hoodie comforted you further, “Your bed is so comfortable, Ms. Harkness.”

“I’m sorry about tonight, sweetie.” Agatha pressed herself at your back. She gave you a kiss ghosting the back of your neck, her fingers playing with your sides. The patterns she drew lulled you into a light sleep, not noticing Agatha’s hand had dipped lower. Not until your hips jerked, her digits landing on your clit. Agatha’s serene voice soothed you, “Feels good?”

“…yes..” your body moved on it’s own, seeking Agatha’s touch once more. Her hand went lower, palm now rubbing against your bud. The coil in your lower stomach began to tighten, as Agatha ran her fingertips through the arousal that started to leak from you. Agatha peppered kisses wherever she could reach, sinking two digits into your quivering hole.

The alcohol in your system made you very sensitive, burying your face to stifle your moans. Each trust and rub on your core sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“Not yet,” A groan fell from your lips as Agatha halted her movements, removing her fingers from you, “I want to start the new year off right. Hearing your pretty moans at the stroke of midnight.”

You both laid there for a minute before Agatha plunged two fingers back into your pussy, setting a merciless pace. Using her other hand to hold you still by your hair to prevent you from hiding. Agatha shoved one of her legs between yours using it to spread you open, giving her a deeper access to your needy cunt. Guttural moans ripped from your throat when Agatha curled her fingers in tandem with her thrusts, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

Your whimpers and moans were music to Agatha’s ears. Hot juices coated her fingers creating the squelch that emits around the room. “I know you’re close. Come for me, babygirl.”

“Ah- Agatha!” you cried, shaking in her arms. The coils snapped, shockwaves of intense pleasure reverberated throughout your entire body, reaching every inch of you. Agatha held you tightly fucking you through your orgasm, until you were limp from exhaustion.

“Mine.” Agatha claimed, sucking a deep purple mark on the crook of your neck as you were dragged into a heavy slumber.

[aspenmissing]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ

1881 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ, ʏ/ɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʟᴅ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ʏ/ɴ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ, ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴅ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 || ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ | ᴇɴꜰᴏʀᴄᴇʀꜱ

The factory was silent save for the faint hum of machinery in the background. You stood near one of the abandoned assembly lines, rolling your injured shoulder to keep it from stiffening. The skirmish earlier had been brutal, but that was life in Zaun. You were used to it. You were a fighter—a protector of what little Silco had carved out for himself in this ruthless undercity.

The sound of footsteps broke your thoughts, steady and purposeful. You turned to see Silco walking through the dim light, but he wasn’t alone. His figure was shadowed by someone smaller, hesitant. As they stepped closer, you caught sight of her—a girl with bright blue hair, tear-streaked cheeks, and red-rimmed eyes. Powder.

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“What’s this?” you asked, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “Picking up strays now, Silco?”

He ignored your sharp tone, his focus entirely on the girl. “She’s staying here,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get her settled.”

“Staying?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re kidding. What’s she supposed to do here? She looks like she’ll fall apart if someone breathes too hard on her.”

The girl flinched at your words. Silco’s gaze snapped to you, his mismatched eyes narrowing. “That’s enough. She’s one of us now.”

Without waiting for your response, he crouched down to Powder’s level, his tone softening just slightly. “You’ll be safe here. I’ll make sure of it.”

Powder nodded, her wide eyes darting to you briefly before she looked at the floor. You felt your irritation flare again. Safe? In Zaun? How naive.

At first, Powder was nothing more than a disruption. She skulked around the factory like a shadow, jumping at every loud noise and avoiding everyone, especially you. You told yourself it didn’t matter—Silco had made his choice, and it wasn’t your job to coddle the kid. You had fights to win and deals to secure.

Still, you couldn’t ignore the way she stared when you trained, her small hands fiddling nervously with the edge of her shirt. She’d hover just out of reach, as if trying to blend into the walls but failing miserably.

“What do you want, kid?” you barked one day, sweat dripping from your brow after sparring with Sevika.

Powder froze, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, she mumbled, “I just… wanted to watch.”

You sighed, grabbing a towel to wipe your face. “Fine. Just stay out of the way.”

She nodded furiously, retreating to a corner but keeping her wide eyes glued to you.

It wasn’t an immediate change—far from it. Powder tested your patience constantly. She was too loud, too fragile, too full of tears and regrets that she refused to talk about. But there were moments, fleeting as they were, where you caught glimpses of something else.

One night, you found her huddled by the workshop, tinkering with scraps of metal and wires. She startled when you approached, her blue eyes wide with fear.

“Relax,” you said, crouching beside her. “What are you working on?”

Powder hesitated, clutching the crude gadget to her chest. “It’s… just something,” she whispered.

You raised a brow but didn’t press. Instead, you sat beside her, watching as her nimble fingers worked the pieces together. There was a spark in her then, a glimpse of creativity that reminded you of someone else—someone Silco had once spoken about in hushed, mournful tones.

The turning point came unexpectedly.

You were walking through the winding alleyways, scanning your surroundings when the sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention. It was Powder, her eyes wide with panic, clutching something to her chest—a small, metallic object she didn’t seem to want to let go of.

"They’re after me," she gasped, looking over her shoulder. "I didn’t mean to… I just thought—"

You didn’t have time to listen to her explanation. The heavy thud of boots drew closer. "What did you take, Powder?" you asked, voice steady but urgent.

"I… I saw them hurting someone and I—" She bit her lip, her hands trembling, but before she could finish, the enforcers appeared around the corner. Four of them, their eyes narrowing at the sight of the girl and the object she was holding.

"There!" one of them shouted, a menacing grin forming on his face. "Grab her!"

"Shit," you muttered, moving to position yourself between them and Powder. You had no choice now—fight or be caught.

"Run!" you shouted, pushing her back into the shadows of a nearby alley. "I’ll handle them. Just go!"

But she hesitated, clearly torn between running and helping. You didn’t have time for her doubts. The enforcers were closing in fast.

“Why do you fight?” Powder asked one evening as you cleaned your weapons. You paused, considering her question. “To protect what matters.”

"Stay behind me," you ordered, pulling out your weapon. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as the first enforcer lunged at you. You blocked the attack, countering with a swift punch that sent him stumbling back.

Powder tilted her head, her expression pensive. "Like Silco?""Yeah," you said, offering a small smile. "Like Silco. And anyone he cares about." She looked down at her feet, her voice quiet. "Like Sevika?"

Powder’s eyes flickered between you and the advancing enforcers, and for a split second, you thought she might freeze in fear. But then, with a sharp breath, she darted to the side, running toward a stack of crates near the alley. You barely saw her slip behind them before you were engaged with the other three enforcers.

The first one came at you again, swinging his baton with precision. You ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike, then swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, but before you could land another blow, the second enforcer grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back.

"Shit," you muttered, struggling to break free. Your side ached from the previous hits, and the pressure on your arm was making it harder to move.

A baton slammed into your ribs, knocking the air from your lungs. You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to stay upright. You couldn't afford to go down now.

Powder’s small form peered out from behind the crates, her wide eyes filled with panic. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, watching you fight, but then she grabbed something from the ground—a long metal rod—and stepped into view, aiming the rod toward one of the enforcers.

With a surprising burst of strength, she swung it hard at the enforcer closest to her. The blow hit him squarely in the chest, and he staggered back, grunting in pain.

But as the enforcer recovered, the third one—a towering figure—charged at Powder, shoving her aside with brute force. She hit the ground with a soft cry, and the enforcer pinned her against the crates, holding her down.

You nudged her shoulder with yours, a playful spark in your eyes. "And you," you added, your tone light but sincere.

"No!" you shouted, rage flooding your chest as you struggled harder against the enforcer holding you.

The enforcer keeping you down slammed your head against the concrete, dazing you for a moment. Your vision blurred, but you could still hear Powder’s frantic breaths. She was trying to push the enforcer off, but he was too strong, keeping her trapped.

"Get of me! Y/N! -" Powder pushing at the enforcer, before looking to me in the eyes. And in that second, you seen yourself. Fighting enforcers off as they came at you.

Your instincts kicked in, and the moment you seen the enforcer raise his fist to Powder. You broke free from the enforcer holding you, throwing him off with a growl of fury.

"Powder!" you screamed, your voice raw as you lunged toward the enforcer pinning her. Without thinking, you slammed your fist into his back, knocking him off balance, and then grabbed him by the collar, shoving him to the ground.

With a snarl, you drove your knee into his chest, pressing him down until he gasped for air. The remaining enforcer tried to move toward you, but you didn’t give him the chance.

"Stay away from her!" you shouted, your voice filled with the primal fury of a protector. You didn’t wait for his response. You closed the distance, landing a crushing blow to his jaw that sent him sprawling.

When it was over, the last enforcer was on the ground, unconscious. You stood over him, panting, your blood boiling from the fight, but when you looked down at Powder, all the anger drained away.

She was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, her face pale with fear, but her eyes—her eyes were full of something new. Something you hadn't seen before.

She wasn’t just hiding anymore. She was a fighter too.

You offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. "You good, kid?" you asked, trying to steady your breath.

Powder just looks to your hand before up to me, quickly getting to her feet and jumping into your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck - the impact of her hug sending me to the floor. Powder cries into your shoulder, and all you do is gently rest a hand in her back - comforting the girl.

"You saved me." The blue-haired girl mutters, tightening her hold around your neck.

She was quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I want to protect people too.” Your chest tightened at her words. “You will,” you said, ruffling her hair. “You’ve got time to figure it out.”

You gave a tight smile, glancing at the chaos around you. "We saved each other."

It didn’t take long for others to notice the bond forming between you and Powder. The two of you were inseparable now—wherever you went, Powder was right by your side, rambling about whatever project she was working on. A gentle smile always seemed to find its way to your face whenever you were around her. Even Silco, who rarely commented on personal matters, couldn’t help but seem pleased by the quiet camaraderie between you two.

“You’ve done well with her,” he said one evening, his voice low as the two of you shared a drink. “She needed someone, and you stepped up.”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with the praise. “She’s a good kid. Just needed someone to see it.”

Silco’s gaze softened, a rare vulnerability in his expression. “You’ve given her something I couldn’t. For that, I’m grateful.”

In time, Powder began to call you “Mom.” It started as a slip, a hesitant word that she quickly tried to cover up. But when you didn’t correct her, she began using it more confidently, and you found you didn’t mind.

You’d never thought of yourself as a mother. You were a fighter, a protector, a survivor. But for Powder, you became something more—a source of stability in a chaotic world, a guiding hand in the darkness.

And in her, you found something you hadn’t realized you were missing: a reason to fight beyond survival. A family.

[your-hockey-mom]

Happy New Year!! Could you possibly do an imagine about kissing Q at midnight? Ty!!

10:43pm. 

Was it really New Year's Eve already? It was incredible how quickly the year had flow. So much had happened between Quinn and yourself; some for the better and worse. Right now, things were bad again. Not between the two of you, but with the team and with his ability to stay healthy. After healing fully from the high-sticking, you thought Quinn was going to get back to his old self, sniping wristers from the blue line and stacking up points for a back-to-back Norris run. Sadly, he was looking at another two to three weeks of off-ice rest, not counting the time off during Christmas. 

Quinn hadn't traveled to Calgary with the rest of the Canucks and you could feel the effects of Quinn not being with his boys while you sat beside him in his living room. He hadn't said a whole lot today, nor had you pressed him for conversation. If he wanted to talk, he knew you were available. Other than that, you had left him alone. However, it was nearing an hour from the new year and you were itching for something to do. 

"Wanna get dressed up and take a walk downtown?" You turned toward him on the sofa, crossing your legs up under you. You weren't sure how your proposition was going to over, but you would remain hopeful nonetheless. 

Quinn sighed deeply, "Not really. I'm not in a 'going out' mood. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He would look up from his phone and give you a sympathetic glance. It was all over his face that he had no interest in leaving his apartment that evening. Normally, you'd share that same sentiment, but New Year's was once a year, and it wasn't often that Quinn was home for the holiday. You just thought that maybe he would want something to get his mind off the raincloud over his head.

You both had watched the game together. He was tense the entire time, like he was on the bench and completely powerless to command this team. Everything was a struggle, but when they had finally tied it up there was some hope that they could still turn it around. Unfortunately, the score would end with a 3-1 Canucks loss and Quinn shaking his head. This was two games without their captain they would lose, and another two points they wouldn't be going home with. 

Leaving him alone with his thoughts and whatever business he was doing on his phone, you tried to keep yourself awake and the collective mood in the apartment from completely going to shit. Watching any kind of movie was out, because you knew his mind would be elsewhere, but what could you do where it wouldn't be back in the arena, replaying plays and fixing errors? You'd pout as you bounced from idea to idea before you felt your stomach grumble. 

"Wanna bake some cookies?"

This would cause him to put his phone down, like it had been the magic words he didn't know he needed to hear. "I'd actually love that."

You'd give him a warm, beaming smile before hopping to your feet and excitedly hurrying to the kitchen. Now, you nervously hoped that you actually had everything needed for cookies! 

"What do you need me to do?" Quinn would ask, looking at you on your tip-toes, going through the cabinet before finally getting up to help you. 

"Can you grab the eggs and butter? We should have enough eggs.... I hope so anyway!" You remarked nervously. 

"Sure," he replied flatly, taking a moment to scan the interior of the fridge. "Anything else?"

"Nope! That's it for the cold stuff, thank you."

"Mhm."

Quinn would shuffle around to the island, taking a seat while you messed about, adding more and more ingredients to the space in front of him. You knew he was trying his hardest to come off as happy, but you knew he was having a hard time. You wouldn't press him to cheer up, and if he had wanted to go back to the living room, leaving you to finish them, it wouldn't have bothered you.

"Sorry I'm not much help," he mumbled, like he had read your mind. 

"What? Oh, you're okay, baby! I'm glad you're here, that's enough!" Your smile had brought a little glimmer to his eyes while he continued to sit and watch. Quinn had been the only boyfriend you had had where just being in the same space with him brought you joy even if you were both doing different things. You could feel him watching you, making you smile more when you had your back to him. The slight squeak of him moving back his chair had been the only indication that he was on the move. 

"What can I do to help?" He would say, snuggling in tightly to your body, making it near impossible to move anywhere. 

You'd take a minute to think of what you could have him do, but you also didn't want to take him out of his comfort zone. 

"Can you just keep doing what you're doing?"

"Just...holding you?"

"Mhm!" You giggled, reaching for the sack of flour and measuring cups, struggling to reach due to Quinn's grasp. "I'm not asking for too much, am I?"

"Not at all. I just feel guilty watching you do everything." His voice was low, and sprinkled with the sound of depression and anguish. You knew that's how he had felt watching the games he couldn't participate in: hopeless and useless. 

"Well, I can't hold myself," you laughed, overlapping your hands on his at your waist. "You're doing a great job."

Quinn would playfully scoff at you giving him a verbal gold star, but deep down, he was so thankful that you didn't ridicule him when he got in these moods. He knew he could be so hard to deal with and the fact that you took every one of them at stride meant so much. Tonight was no different. 

The minutes would tick by quickly as you measured numerous ingredients into varying bowls before finally combining them into one, homogeneous mixture resembling chocolate chip cookie dough. From time-to-time, Quinn would dip a single finger into the dough, and each time you would softly tap him on the hand.

"Baby!"

"Quality control test," Quinn teased.

"You've said that three times now! Don't make yourself sick!"

He would let his arms fall from around your body, when you hinted that you needed to move away from where you had been standing. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, having peppered you with delicate kisses the whole time you worked. How you loved having him home with you, just doing silly little domestic things like a normal couple did. However, having a partner like Quinn, and his profession, you never took the little things for granted. 

"Okay, fifteen to seventeen minutes," you said, putting the filled pans into the already hot and ready oven. You'd set the timer and walk back to him as he leaned against the counter. Quinn smiled at you, taking your hands in his at his sides. 

"Now we wait?" He asked, blinking slow, like he was fighting sleep despite being awake at this time rather often. 

"Mhm, come on, baby. You look exhausted," you confessed, trying to drag him back towards the direction of the living room. 

"I'm okay. I'm afraid if I sit down I'm going to fall asleep."

You acknowledged the truth in his words before another brilliant idea came to your mind. "Oh! I know! Wait right here, 'kay?"

Regrettably, you'd let go of his hands so you could cross the room and dim the kitchen lights to a low, golden glow. 

"Alexa, play Moonlight Serenade," you'd ask, returning to Quinn's arms. 

"Playing Moonlight Serenade, by Glenn Miller on Amazon Music."

Quickly, the apartment was filled with the crackling of a vintage record recording and the 1940s orchestra that was responsible. It was an easy enough waltz to sway to in the comfort of each other's company, there in the kitchen while the cookies bubbled and baked in the oven. Quinn would smile over your shoulder the whole time, having finally been able to shake off the feelings of failure. 

"Everybody loves somebody sometime~," Dean Martin would croon through the apartment's speakers. "And although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you~

You couldn't help but giggle. It was like the song was saying what you were feeling and Quinn held the same sentiment. Silently, you two would continue to dance together to the love songs of old until the beeping of the timer pulled you apart. You'd both turn to see that the clock also read 12:00. 

"Happy New Year's, baby," Quinn would say first, tipping your chip up towards his awaiting lips. 

"Happy New Year's!" You replied, your lips just hovering next to his. The kiss was long, and sweet and everything you wanted to welcome in the new year with. Neither of you would let the other go for several minutes after, sharing multiple more affections until Quinn reminded you of the cookies.

"I'd really hate for your hard work to go to waste. We can always finish this later," he chuckled, pulling you in for one more heartfelt kiss. 

"Well, we'll have another fifteen to seventeen minutes," you winked, taking the pans out of the oven. "Does that work for you?"

"Oh, absolutely."

[satoruswifeyyyy]

snapping pictures of sleeping megumi

masterlist

megumi fushiguro had passed out on the couch like a bear in hibernation—minus the fur and with extra attitude. his arm dangled off the edge, his hair spiked up in every direction (as usual), and his mouth was slightly open, like he’d been mid-snore before giving up halfway. 

this, you decided, was a golden opportunity.

“megumi, the sleeping grump,” you whispered dramatically to yourself, angling your phone to get the perfect shot. click. “megumi, the soft bean.” click. “megumi, the ‘i’m-totally-going-to-kill-you-when-i-see-this.’” click, click, click.

his expression was so peaceful it was criminal. even his usual scowl had melted away, leaving him looking like an actual angel—albeit a cranky one. you stifled a giggle as you zoomed in, capturing the faint blush dusting his cheeks. you debated adding a filter but decided the raw footage was already comedic gold.

“you should thank me for this masterpiece,” you whispered, snapping one last picture.

a groggy grumble came from the couch. “who… are you talking to?”

you froze mid-snap, your phone still pointed at him like a guilty criminal caught red-handed. megumi blinked up at you, his sleepy glare slowly sharpening into something more deadly as realization dawned.

his eyes narrowed as he slowly sat up, looking at you like a cat that just got sprayed with water. “delete them.”

“delete what?” you asked innocently, sliding your phone behind your back.

“the pictures, y/n. i can see the guilt on your face.”

“this is just my natural glow,” you retorted, trying to edge away from him without making it obvious.

he rubbed his face, his bedhead somehow getting worse. “hand me the phone.”

“no.”

“y/n.”

“megumi,” you mocked, grinning.

his glare intensified, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “i’m serious. delete them.”

“you mean these adorable pictures of you looking like a baby panda, then no. absolutely not.”you turned the phone toward him, showing a close-up of his pouty lips and slightly crooked sleeping position.

he looked mortified. “oh my god.”

“oh my god, indeed,” you teased, swiping to another photo where his hair was sticking up so dramatically it looked like it had its own zip code.

he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “oh my god. this is the worst. give me that.”

“nope!” you danced out of reach, holding the phone high above your head. “you should be thanking me for capturing your rare moments of cuteness. i might make a scrapbook.”

“a scrapbook?! are you insane?”

“insanely talented, yes,” you said with a grin. 

“i’m confiscating your phone.” he lunged for the phone, but you sidestepped him with ease, laughing as his blush deepened. “stop moving!” he demanded, his voice half-annoyed, half-pleading.

“good luck with that,” you said, standing up and holding it above your head like a trophy. “you’d have to grow at least three more inches to reach it.”

he groaned, standing up to chase you around the living room. “stop running!”

“stop being so cute in your sleep!”

“i am not cute!”

“tell that to your face!”

you ducked behind the couch, giggling as he tried to grab the phone. “admit you’re cute, and i’ll stop.”

his blush deepened, and he finally caught your wrist, his face just inches from yours. “y/n, I swear—”

“what?” you interrupted, smirking. “you’ll love me less?”

his grip loosened, and his gaze softened in that rare way that made your heart skip. “…i could never do that.”

you blinked, stunned for a moment, before grinning like a maniac. “aww, megumi, are you confessing your undying love for me while looking like a hedgehog?”

his face went tomato-red as he snatched the phone from your hand. “i hate you so much.”

“lies,” you teased, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

he froze, the phone clutched tightly in his hand, before letting out a resigned sigh. “you’re exhausting.”

“and you’re adorable,” you shot back, settling beside him on the couch. “seriously, though, these pictures are gold. i’m saving them for our wedding slideshow.”

“don’t even joke about that.

“oh, i’m not joking.”

megumi groaned, covering his face with his hands, but you could see the small smile tugging at his lips.

he groaned again, flopping back onto the couch in defeat. “why do i even like you?”

“because i’m charming, hilarious, and i keep your grumpiness in check,” you said, sitting beside him and showing him another picture. “plus, you love me. admit it."

he peeked at you through his fingers, his blush refusing to fade. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you’re adorable,” you shot back, leaning your head on his shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t post these anywhere… yet.”

he sighed, tilting his head to rest against yours. “you’re lucky i love you.”

“i know,” you said with a smirk, snapping one last picture of the two of you together. “and now, i have proof of your soft side. this is going on the scrapbook cover.”

“y/n,” he warned, though his voice was more fond than threatening.

“relax, megumi. you’ll thank me one day when our future kids see these and realize their dad was the king of sleepy grumps."

his blush returned full force, and you couldn’t help but laugh. megumi fushiguro, the grumpy softie, was yours to tease forever.

you leaned into him, your head on his shoulder, and snatched your phone from him.

one more picture couldn’t hurt.

A/N: happy belated new year guysss!! i have been hella busy lately 😭

here are some pictures of sleeping megumi:

[alexusonfire]

Joan Ramsey Falling in Love with a Witch Looks Like:

Joan Ramsey x Fem!Witch Reader

A/n: What can I say, I'm a sucker for "hyper-religious woman views witch as divine instead of deviant". Slight canon divergence, but hey, so is the homosexuality 😁 Reader is a teacher at Miss Robichaux's. Headcanon style. Hope y'all enjoy!

This is the slowest of all burns. Joan, of course, objects to everything about your person in the beginning, refusing to get to know you past a casual "hello." After the stunt Madison had pulled with the knife and setting their curtains on fire, you couldn't entirely blame her.

It was the little things about you specifically that caught and kept her attention. How you'd still continued to smile at her after she'd banished "your lot" from her house and Luke from the school. A small wave here and there when she was out on the front porch and you'd pass by. A handful of times she'd been struggling to get her groceries inside, and though each and every time she denied your help to either call for Luke or simply continue to struggle, you'd still offer whenever you'd catch her. Your voice was warm and kind, and you always seemed genuine, even if she believed something else entirely.

As it would happen, your bedroom window was almost directly across from hers, and, unbeknownst to you, she'd started watching you from the safety of her curtains. She adored how you would bite your lip when you concentrated on something or did a little dance and listened to music as you picked your clothing out for the day. Of course, she'd never look in your more private moments; she was simply curious about you is all, not a peeping tom...

Joan often took late-night drives, as she had never been a good sleeper. The lull of the car engine and low volume of gospel music were sometimes the only things to bring her peace enough to be able to drift off. As she arrived home one evening, she spotted you coming down the street, a rather troubled look on your face. Against her "better" judgment, she called out to you and asked if you were alright. One thing led to another, and before she realized what was happening, you were sitting at her island while she made you tea.

This was the moment Joan would later pinpoint as the "beginning" of her feelings for you. She began to smile back, and wave to you first from her seat on the porch. The next time she struggled with groceries, she'd simply handed you a few bags without a word, then made you some fresh lemonade as a thank you. Your conversations were never as deep or thoughtful as that first night (Joan thought perhaps the illusion of safety darkness brought had been the cause of it) but they were still pleasant, and something Joan could look forward to now and again.

Her watching sessions had also intensified, to nearly every evening when she could manage it.

While you did appreciate the change in her demeanor, you did notice it was only when no one else was around. If one of the girls trailed beside you, or Luke was in the front yard, she wouldn't so much as look at you, one time even purposefully getting up and going in the house when she saw it was Nan with you. It stung a bit, but you were still pleased with the progress you'd made in the months since she'd moved in.

The real turning point had been Halloween Night, when the zombies attacked the school. Luke had stopped by earlier to bring Nan some cookies, then foolishly run out thinking the dead were merely school kids playing a prank. Upon hearing his cries for help, Joan had come running, unaware of the danger she was now in.

Between Zoe's chainsaw and your pyrokenesis, you'd managed to kill off the dead undead and get Joan and Luke safely back into their home. You quietly tended to Luke's wound as Joan and Nan watched on, the former clutching her abdomen while nausea swirled in her throat. While Nan helped Luke up to his room to rest, Joan stayed behind to help you tidy up. When you'd finished, she grasped your hand in hers and looked at you with teary eyes.

"You saved my son. You... you saved me."

She threw herself into your arms and clutched you tightly, muttering into your chest about how she'd prayed her entire life for protection from dark forces, and God had answered her prayers with you.

"My angel, Heaven sent."

Joan would have you over all the time now, convinced you had been sent to her for a reason. She sat beside you on the porch and invited both you and Nan over for dinners (always keeping a watchful eye on Luke and Nan's interactions). Her favorite thing to do was pick you up for her late-night drives, she finding your presence more soothing than anything. Once again, under the cloak of darkness, you'd share your innermost thoughts with each other, growing closer and closer as the days turned cold.

Joan held steady in her faith, which could be tricky to navigate some days. She'd definitely become less rigid the more she learned about your practice and abilities, but whenever there was a chance to toss out a verse or two, she'd take it. Her smile of satisfaction was so endearing however, you couldn't bring yourself to care too much.

Church was a hard no for you. This originally was a frequent point of contention, until you sat Joan down one evening and explained, start to finish, the Witch Trials that had plagued your sisters for centuries by the Church. The pain in your voice softened her resolve greatly, and she merely kissed your forehead and promised not to ask it of you again. She valued your friendship too much to risk it, even with her faith.

"Friendship"

She wasn't so sure that properly described your relationship anymore. She'd never been so close to anyone in her life, including her late husband. She found herself wanting to be near you always, and the weight of missing you grew heavier and heavier. Somehow living next door wasn't close enough for her, and she became jealous of the school you called home.

"You can stay. If you'd like. It's... late."

It was a flimsy excuse, and she knew it. Especially since you were a two minute walk from your front door. But she was tired of missing you, tired of waiting for you to be available. She wanted you with her. Always.

Much to her delight, under the coveted cover of night where you'd both grown to feel most comfortable, you confessed you felt the same. Her sweet witch-angel, so pretty in the moonlight... she simply couldn't resist any longer. On her tip toes she stood, sealing her lips against yours in a slow and tentative kiss.

.... yes you moved in with her the following day NO we are not elaborating <3

[rejectedbytheempty]

from the dirt we rise, ch. 3

pairing: farmer!john price x reader, no use of y/n

word count: 2.1k

cw: mentions of blood, vague body shaming (not john)

synopsis: when your car breaks down in the middle of the english countryside, a tall, dark stranger comes to your rescue

ch. 1

when you got upstairs soap had already set your bags in a spare room, though you noticed that they hadn’t been snooped in, probably ghost’s doing.

nathan was sitting on the bed huffing loudly, having thrown his luggage on the floor in exhaustion after going up the stairs. he didn’t say anything, just gave you a glaring side eye and went back to his huffing and puffing. the room was.. nice? like genuinely nice.

it seriously could be a picture on some teenage girl’s cottage core bedroom inspo pinterest board. which is not something you thought you’d ever say about an adult man’s decorating style. he had delicate flower print bedsheet, sheer curtains with lace trim, an antique dresser, and cream colored wallpaper.

“this room is nice, isn’t it?” you asked, breaking the silence.

nathan just glanced at you, “it’s creepy. and this bed is too hard.” you just rolled your eyes when he turned back to go through his luggage to grab his phone.

“right, well, i’m going to head downstairs, help them get dinner ready. you can stay up here, if you want.”

nathan just grumbled an affirmative, his eyes glued to his screen. you made your way down the creaking stairs, now quite sure that you

couldn’t get a drink of water in the middle of the night without alerting the whole house.

“how’s the room for you? need anything?” john asked, hearing you coming around the bend to the kitchen.

“it’s beautiful, actually,” you said, a grin on your face.

soap laughed, “didnae peg the big guy to be an interior decorator then?”

you shook your head, “no, actually, i didn’t.”

john just waved johnny off, “i’m not an interior decorator, i just had some stuff laying around the house, you know?” when he turned around to grab a towel off the counter, johnny gave you a pointed look as if to signal that he was only telling a half-truth.

you giggled slightly, then muffled it behind your hand when john turned back around. he eyed both of you apprehensively but returned to the stove.

“what are we making for dinner?” you asked.

“i was thinking potato soup, if that’s alright with you?” john asked, pulling a sack of potatoes from beside the door and hefting them onto the counter.

“is there anything i can do to help?” you asked.

“och, no, cannae make a lady such as yerself get her hands dirty” soap said, making you laugh again, blushing slightly.

“you can help peel the potatoes?” john offered. you nodded, taking a knife from him, then picking up a potato, you started peeling along with price and soap.

“where’s simon, by the way?” you asked, suddenly wondering where the masked behemoth of a man had gone. it’s strange how well he was able to disappear since he was such a big man, seems like it’d be the opposite. though, you suppose, that was his job for however many years, hard to break the habit of being stealthy.

“he’s checking on the animals for me” john answered. he and johnny were going noticeably faster than you, and you tried to pick up the pace.

“animals? you mean you have some here at the farm?” you asked. “some chickens, a few pigs, and a couple cows”

he answered, “if you’d like, i can show you around tomorrow morning?”

“that’d be wonderful! tha- shit!” you cried out as your knife slipped and you sliced deep into your hand.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, i’m so sorry” you said, cradling your hand to your stomach, watching helplessly as blood rushed to the surface of the cut.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have anything to be sorry for” john said, rushing to your side with a towel, taking your hand in his and pressing the towel onto your hurt hand.

“i’m gonna get the first aid kit” johnny said hurriedly as he rushed off into the other room.

the room spun slightly, and you wobbled into john while trying to keep yourself steady, “sorry” you muttered.

“it’s okay, stop apologizing” he said gruffly, leading you to the couch. you sat down and he maneuvered your other hand on top of where his was a second ago, “keep pressure on this, alright?” you just nodded, deciding to focus on holding the towel rather than the faint ringing in your ears. you closed your eyes, willing the nausea to go away.

after a while of keeping pressure on your wound, john found it okay to take it off as the bleeding had ceased. johnny brought over the kit, which was a metal box with a red cross symbol on it, and a bottle of whisky.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “what’s that for? cleaning the wound?”

johnny laughed and shook his head, “it’s for yer courage, lass, dinnae wanna waste a good whisky on yer hand.”

he fished a bottle of hydrogen peroxide out of the metal box and showed it to you, “this is for cleaning the wound, aye?”

you just looked to john who nodded, “he’s right. the cut is big enough that we’ll probably have to stitch it up, and i find that it’s better when your senses are a bit dulled.”

he grabbed a shot glass from the cabinet and walked back over to pour the whisky. he offered it to you, “i’m not gonna force you to take it, but i think it might do you some good.”

you hesitated for a moment and then grabbed the drink from him. you paused for a moment and then threw it back, the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. you coughed at the sensation, making both men laugh.

“good, ain’t it?” johnny said with a toothy grin.

you grimaced but nodded, “strong” was all you could get out.

“now’s the hard part, you just tell me if you need to take a break, okay?” john said, sinking to your level, his dark brown eyes had softened as they looked in yours.

you swallowed thickly but nodded, “yes, sir.” he smiled softly and started opening the bottle of peroxide.

“ye want to hold onto my hand, bonnie?” you looked to johnny, who had sat beside you on the couch with an outstretched hand. wordlessly, you took his hand with your unharmed one and squeezed it appreciatively.

soap maybe regretted his offer after john poured the peroxide onto your hand, finding the tips of his fingers had gone bloodless from you squeezing the life out of him. he seemed to be having a worse time of it than you, he was barely holding back numerous curse words from spilling out.

“see? all done” john said as he gently dabbed at the wound. you nodded weakly.

“you’re doing so good,” he said in a softer voice, brushing your hair behind your ear. it was actually embarrassing how quickly that made you flush.

“stitches next, alright? you need to take a break or anything?” he asked. he looked so earnest, and honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time nathan had ever looked at you like that, maybe never.

“i.. i’m fine, you can keep going, thank you” you said, hurriedly.

he nodded and got to work, moving quickly with the needle like he had done this many times before. he probably had, now that you were thinking about it, ended up in some desolate place with just the stuff on his back and some kind of bullet wound. and here you were, complaining and whining about getting stitches in a nice, warm house after you accidentally cut yourself while peeling potatoes.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to make this into such a big deal,” you said as he finished.

the scot breathed a sigh of relief when you let go of his hand, shaking it about to get the blood flowing again. “och, nonsense lass, nothing to be sorry for. it was a nasty cut, think that any one of us might’ve reacted worse than you, aye?” johnny comforted you.

“johnny’s right, no sense in apologizing for things you ought not be sorry for.”

“so-“ you stopped yourself before you apologized again.

“alright, thank you, then.” both men’s faces brightened.

“ah, anytime, bonnie.” “of course.”

after john finished wrapping it in gauze you heard the creak of the stairs. you looked over to see nathan coming down the steps, seeming like he had gotten over his temper tantrum. his eyebrows furrowed when he looked over at you three,

“what the hell happened?”

“i.. cut myself when i was peeling potatoes.”

“god, well, here, let me see” he said, walking up to you and grabbing your injured hand. he twisted it back and forth sharply trying to see the injury through the gauze, making you cry out in pain. “hey! be gentle with her, i don’t want you to rip her stitches.” john said, quickly rising to his feet.

“i was just trying to look at it, i didn’t hurt you, right baby?” nathan asked you. you looked between the two men and could only stammer out an incomprehensible response.

“speak up” nathan said.

john stepped closer to him, “don’t talk to her like that.”

johnny quickly stepped between the two, sensing that this argument was going to just get worse and end with someone in the hospital. “let’s just calm down, don’t wanna do anything we’ll regret, aye?” he looked pointedly at nathan.

just that moment, simon walked in the door, peeling off his muddy boots before he looked over at the spectacle in the living room.

“what the hell is going on here?” he asked, immediately straightening up, his eyes narrowing. if nathan thought that he could maybe take on john, or johnny, he was sure he couldn’t take on simon, so he withered under simon’s unabashed glare.

“it was just a misunderstanding” johnny explained, which nathan nodded along vigorously to. seeming satisfied, simon just huffed and continued stripping off his muddied outerwear.

ghost, soap, and john all finished peeling the potatoes, though they made you swear you’d never go near a knife again. something that you agreed to readily, you needed a break from sharp things, for at least a little while.

you couldn’t imagine how things would have gone if you were by yourself when it happened. or even if nathan was there, he didn’t seem much help and he even ended up gripping your hand a bit too hard later, something that got another silencing glare from simon.

once john had finished the soup, he ladled it out into bowls and set them onto the delicately decorated table. you bit back another comment on him being an interior decorator, guessing he had been teased enough by johnny and simon.

“it looks delicious, thank you” you said, picking up your spoon.

“i wouldn’t thank me until you’ve tried it” he said, taking his place at the table.

“dinnae be putting yerself down cap’n, besides, not easy to mess up this soup.”

“well, soap, i’m sure price can do anything he puts his mind to” ghost said, his eyes crinkling with a smile, he had taken his mask off to eat, revealing a face that was ruggedly handsome, especially because it was covered in scars, a particularly large one slashed through his lips.

john just shook his head at them and started eating, you followed suit. it was delicious, almost worth stabbing your hand for, really.

nathan hardly touched the stuff, however, claiming that he wanted to stay in shape, and nothing so fattening as potatoes and cheese. he gave you a pointed look as you finished your bowl, making the food settle like a stone at the bottom of your stomach.

john stood up from the table suddenly, the chair scraping on the floor harshly, “alright, that’s enough of that. i’ve tolerated your comments and actions long enough but that’s the final fucking straw. you’re in my house now, and in my house we are kind and respectful to women,” john said, pointing an accusatory finger at nathan, whose face turned a bright shade of red.

“i don’t care if it’s your fucking house, that’s my fucking girl that you’ve been basically flirting with all day, and you know what? i’m done with it. i’m done with it all. i won’t take this disrespect anymore. get up, we’re leaving. i’ll call my dad to come pick us up,” nathan said, pulling up at your arm.

you stayed put, looking around the table, simon raised his eyebrows to you, as if silently asking for the signal to take care of him. you looked from nathan’s angry face to john’s stern expression back to simon and shook your head.

standing up, you turned to nathan, who looked mildly relieved that you had listened to him. “nathan, i have something to tell you.”

he rolled his eyes, exasperated, “can it wait?”

you forced down a scream, “no, it can’t.”

he sighed, “okay, spit it out then.”

“i’m breaking up with you.”

a/n: thank you so much for your support on the past two chapters!!! i’m sorry this took so long and was so rushed, i’ve just been so busy w exams and holidays and work and i just forced myself to sit down and finally write this part. so here it is!

side note: i honestly hc that john watches hgtv or some variation bc one time it was the only thing palatable on tv. he denies ever watching anything of the sort but best believe he can outdo martha stewart.

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Alright my fellow horny tumblr peeps, here's some smut to start the new year with part 2 of Mommy dearest! So here it is and it's incredibly fluffy and smutty. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I keep getting an error message when trying to update my Lisa masterlist so imma split up Melissa and Chessy fics instead of putting them together.

Part 1

Mommy Dearest - Part 2

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, mommy kink

Words: 5.55k

You and Melissa are sitting on the couch and she pulls you in for another kiss. She pulls back when you both hear a groan and you look beside you to see Becca there covering her eyes.

“Ever since you two got together last week, you do nothing but kiss.” Becca complains.

“And what exactly do you do when you go see your boyfriend, play pretend?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“I’m not kissing my daughter’s best friend in front of said daughter.” She says and Melissa smiles at her daughter’s reaction.

“Said daughter doesn’t have to stay at the house or in the room.” Melissa tells her.

“You invited me to stay for movie night, the movie is still playing.” She says and points to the tv that was indeed playing a movie.

“I forgot that there was a movie playing.” You say and Melissa smirks.

“So did I.” She says and you pull her in for another kiss.

“I’m out.” Becca says as she gets up and grabs her bag. “I’m gonna go have sex with my boyfriend.” Becca tells you and Melissa quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Careful, I’m still your mother and definitely know guys who can kill him without a trace.” Melissa tells her and then Becca huffs before leaving. “I sometimes forget how much like me she is.” Melissa tells you before she pulls you in for a kiss. She gets you to lay on your back, on the couch while she gets on top and she continues making out with you. She pulls back when you start moaning and you whimper. “I would love to go further but I want to take you out on a date first.” She tells you and you huff.

“You’ve had all week to do that.” You say and she moves the strands on your face out of the way. “You didn’t do that and now I want to go further with you.” You tell her and pull her in for a kiss. She pulls back after a few seconds and you groan.

“I’m still going to take you out on a date first, tomorrow night.”

“We’ve known each other for 4 years.” You complain and she giggles.

“Yes but I want to know you more personally.” She says and she boops your nose.

“You know you can know me more personally if we have sex.” 

“Nice try.” She says and she sits up. You sit up as well and she wraps an arm around you and she pulls you close to her. You push her backwards and you end up getting her on her back and you go to kiss her neck and Melissa giggles. “How horny are you?” She asks and you look at her.

“I’ve never had sex because I keep thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for 4 years.” You tell her and kiss her neck again.

“Well I promise we can do it after our date tomorrow.” She tells you and you reluctantly pull away.

“Pinky promise?” You ask her while holding out your pinky. She links her pinky with yours with a smile.

“Pinky promise.” She says. You then immediately go and kiss her neck and she laughs. “What did we just talk about?” She says and you pull back. 

“You said no sex, you never said anything about teasing.” You tell her with a mischievous smile and then go back to kissing her neck.

“Oh you’re going to be the death of me.” Melissa says.

“I like kissing and teasing you.” You tell her and she smiles before pushing you back.

“If you keep teasing me then I’ll take you right here, but I’m trying to be respectful enough to my daughter’s best friend.” She tells you. “As well as you deserve someone who’s willing to take you out on a date first.” She adds and you pout.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You complain and she giggles.

“Just common courtesy to take a pretty girl out on a date before ravishing her until she can’t walk.” She says seductively and you feel your mouth dry and pussy extremely wet. “Did I leave the pretty girl speechless?” She asks with a slight tease to her voice.

“So you want to tease but make me wait?” You ask her and she nods. 

“I mean you want to tease me as well.” She counters and you think about it.

“Ok, how about we see who folds first tomorrow night?” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I think you’ve already folded.” She tells you.

“I said tomorrow night.” You tell her.

“Ok, I’m listening.” 

“We go on a date but let’s tease each other to see who folds first.” You suggest and she smiles.

“I like this idea, ok, it’s on.” She says and you shake hands with her to seal the deal.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch together before Melissa calls it a night and she goes to her bedroom. You decide to get ready for bed and then head to the basement to turn in for the night. 

“Mom!” You hear as you’re having breakfast with Melissa the next morning.

“In here, honey.” Melissa says and then you see Becca walking in, looking a little flustered.

“Mom, Will’s mother is in town and wants to meet me tonight.” She tells Melissa.

“Well you two have been going out for a year so it’s not surprising.” Melissa tells her daughter.

“I’ve never met my partner’s mother before.” She says as she sits down in a seat beside Melissa.

“Just be yourself, honey.” 

“Well you’re supposed to say that because you’re my mom.” Becca says and then looks at you.

“What are you looking at me for? Your mom is my first partner.” You tell her and then Melissa holds your hand while facing her daughter.

“Just be yourself and if she doesn’t like you then that’s her problem.” Melissa explains to her.

“What if she doesn’t like me and makes Will break up with me?” She asks.

“Jeez Bec, the only times you were this stressed was when we were studying for exams.” You tell her and she groans.

“If she doesn’t like you and Will breaks up with you because of her then that’s their loss not yours. But just be yourself and also see if you want to put up with that side of the family as well.” Melissa says and Becca nods.

“Ok, thanks.” 

“Did you already have breakfast or do you want something to eat?” Melissa offers.

“I’ll go make myself breakfast.” Becca says and gets up.

“Do you not like my cooking anymore?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“You know I like your cooking but it’s just breakfast. I’ll always let you handle dinner.” Becca says.

“Oh speaking of dinner, Y/n and I are going out tonight so if you still have a boyfriend tonight then you might want to stay at his place.” Melissa tells her and Becca’s eyes widen.

“Do you have to keep traumatising me?!?!” Becca complains and then quickly goes into the kitchen.

“She’s taking this better than I thought?” You say and Melissa laughs before she continues eating.

*A few hours later*

“I can’t believe she won’t say where she’s taking you.” Becca says as she’s helping you pick out an outfit. “It would make this a whole lot easier.” 

“You know what would also make this easier?” You say to her. “If you weren’t her daughter. That way you would help me dress up slutty but cute.” 

“Dude, my mom already can’t keep her hands off of you. So even if you dress in a long shirt and sweatpants then she’ll still want to do you.” Becca says and you chuckle. “But if you want to dress a bit slutty, then how about that almost skin tight pink crop top that shows off your cleavage and those high waisted black shorts that stop just at your belly button? That outfit got you a ton of kisses at that party.” Becca tells you.

“Not a bad idea.” You tell her and go find it. You change into it as well as put on your best push up bra and then show her the outfit. “What do you think?” You tell her.

“Like you’re trying to get laid.” She says and you smile.

“It’s perfect then.” You say and then go to your makeup table. 

“Now sit still.” Becca says as she picks out eyeshadow to match your outfit. “I think pink eyeshadow and then a little black wing tip would be perfect.” She says and you nod. She picks out the perfect pink and applies it before putting on the eyeliner. “Would you stop moving your eyes?” She tells you with annoyance. “I remember how it was putting on your makeup for that party.” She adds and you smile.

“But I made out with so many girls so wasn’t it worth it?” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“I guess.” She adds a bit of mascara, blush and then some lip gloss. “There, I think you’re done.” She says and you look in the mirror. 

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You’re still my best friend, even if you are going to be doing my mom tonight.” She says and you smile at her.

“And I’ll tell you absolutely nothing about it.” You say and she shakes her head.

“And I thank you for that.” She says. “Now let's finish up with your hair.” She adds and you nod.

Becca makes her way upstairs where Melissa is waiting on the couch.

“Bye mom, have fun tonight.” Becca says and then she instantly regrets saying that.

“Hey, honey, come here for a second.” Melissa says and she makes her way over to her daughter. “I do want to thank you for your support. Still being her best friend and still wanting me to be your mom.”

“Well I love you both and I’m happy that you make each other happy.” Becca tells her and Melissa hugs her. Becca hugs her back and then realises the time. “I gotta go meet his mom right now.” Becca says into the hug when Melissa won’t let her pull back. 

“Alright, fine. If he breaks up with you though then I’ll break his car lights.” Melissa tells her and Becca smiles at that.

“Or I’ll borrow your bat and do that myself.” She counters and Melissa smiles warmly.

“That’s my girl.” She says and then Becca goes to the door. 

“By the way, you look great.” She tells her mom then leaves.

“Hey Melissa.” You say after Becca leaves and Melissa turns around. Melissa is frozen in place after she eyes you up and down and you walk up to her. “What do you think?” You ask her and she swallows after a second.

“Oh fuck, I might fold first tonight.” She says and you smirk before you look at her outfit. She’s wearing black leather pants and a green tank top that gives you an amazing view of her big cleavage and of her arms as well.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling like I might fold soon.” You tell her and she smirks before she wraps an arm around you and leads you to her car. She opens up the passenger side door for you and you get in after giving her a kiss. 

She takes you to a moderately nice place and looks at you. “If I went any nicer then I wouldn’t be able to wear my leather pants.” She says and you smile.

“And that would be a tragedy.” You joke and she laughs before she gets out.

“Exactly.” She says and then closes the car door. “Under Schemmenti for 2.” She tells the front door person and they check before a waiter comes and seats you. They bring you to a booth and you sit across from Melissa and look at the menu.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take me to an Italian restaurant.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“We both know they can never match my cooking.” She says with a wink and you blush before looking at the menu again. The waiter comes a few minutes later and takes your order before leaving you be.

“So I’ve wanted to ask, it seems like you don’t like Becca’s father so why did you marry him?” You ask her and she takes a couple seconds before answering.

“I was young, I met him when I was 19 and we got married 3 years later. He was charming at first and we had a lot in common, plus he was a firefighter.” She says and you smile. “We didn’t plan on having kids but then I got pregnant with Becca a few years later and this other side of him showed. He was against having kids even though I was pregnant and I made the decision to keep the baby and he didn’t like that. We fought a lot and then I asked for a divorce finally when she was 6 years old and we officially divorced a year later.” She tells you and you nod.

“Have you seen him since or has Becca?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I was giving him updates on her life for the first year after he left but he still wasn’t interested in her so I finally stopped talking to him.” She says and you listen to everything she says with interest. 

“Must have been hard raising her by yourself, even when you were still with him.” You tell her.

“It was worth it. I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her, and I’m thankful that she loves me back and made a great friend.” She tells you and you blush. 

“When did you start dating again?” You ask her and she takes a moment to think about it.

“I think she was 13 and she started hanging out with some friends a lot so I started opening myself up to dating and went on quite a few.” She says and you lean back a bit.

“And when you say quite a few, do you mean like 5 or 10 dates?” You ask her and she quirks an eyebrow at you before replying.

“I mean more like close to 30.” She says and you widen your eyes. “But it wasn’t in one year, it was in the span of 8 years.” She explains and you think about that. 

“But that would make her 21 when you stopped dating.” You say and she nods. “She’s 22.” You say and she nods again. “Did you not go on any dates in the past year?” You ask and she shakes her head. 

“I didn’t feel like dating again as this cute h/c -haired girl that kept coming over, started catching my attention.” She says and you blush. “I always thought you were cute but in the past year I developed an attraction to you.” She says and you smile.

“I’ve been attracted to you since I first met you.” You tell her and she smiles. “I remember you put down one of the boxes of her stuff and turned around and we locked eyes for the first time. That was the moment I knew what my type was but the more I got to know you, the more I realised that it was an instant crush I had and not just attraction.” You tell her and then you feel a foot touching your ankle and your eyes widen.

“You’ve been wanting me for 4 years then.” She says and you bite your lip when she starts trailing her foot up and stops at your knee. The waiter arrives at that moment with the food and she doesn’t move her foot back at all. She keeps moving her foot up and down and never goes higher than your knee. You know your underwear is already ruined and Melissa knows it too with how flushed your cheeks are. 

You start eating your food to try and ignore how her foot is making you feel and she stops for a few minutes. 

You instead slide into conversation about questions that she has about your life and you answer them while also thinking about ways to retaliate to her earlier teasing.

“Ya, I’ve always loved kids but then I chose to be a teacher instead of something else. I had an amazing elementary school teacher who cared about her job and her students and I thought I could be like her when I grow up.” You tell her and she smiles. “I see you’re the same way with your students. You may be a badass with a rough exterior but you have a heart of gold. It shows with your daughter and your students.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’ve always wanted to work with kids as well. I know how hard these students have it, I see it every year. So I try to do everything I can to make their lives a bit easier or to put a smile on their face.” She says and you smile. “I know the other teachers do it as well. Barb knows it the best, she’s been teaching there for 30 years and she’s seen countless students come and go. She once told me that if she makes even one student’s life easier then she’s happy.” She adds.

You then move your plate to her side of the table and go to sit beside her. She immediately moves over but still gives you a confused look.

“It’s silly to sit away from you instead of right beside you when you’re so perfect.” You tell her with a shrug and she chuckles before rubbing your back and then going back to eating. You then switch to eating with your non-dominant hand and then move your hand to her thigh and you see her immediately widen her eyes before looking down.

“So that’s why you moved, to get me back for earlier.” She says and you wink at her. 

“Well that and I also get a better view of your boobs from this angle.” You tell her and she snorts. You then get a notification from your phone and go and check the email. “Well look at that, I just got an interview for a teaching position at Abbott Elementary School on Tuesday.” You tell her and she looks at your phone and sees you’re right.

“3rd grade teacher? I heard that the teacher was leaving after the year was over.” She tells you. “Her class is a couple doors down from mine.” She adds and you smile.

You then move your hand back on her thigh then move it up and stop just before you reach her centre and she jumps at that.

“You’re playing dirtier than I did.” She says and you can hear her breathing getting heavier.

“That’s because I love to win.” You whisper in her ear before you gently bite it and she whimpers.

“Are you all done?” The waiter says and you turn to look at him with a smile and you nod. “Was it to your satisfaction?” He asks.

“It was amazing.” You tell him and your hand is still moving up and down near Melissa’s centre and she’s trying to control her breathing.

“Will you be having dessert or would you like the bill?” He asks.

“Just the bill, please.” Melissa squeaks out and you smirk at her before looking towards the waiter.

“One bill or two?” He asks.

“One bill.” Melissa says after you look at her as you didn’t know what to say. The waiter nods, takes your plates and leaves. “As much as I’m enjoying your hand there, I do have to get my wallet to pay.” She tells you and you hum.

“Say you fold and I’ll stop.” You tell her and she groans softly before she grabs your hand and holds it before she gets her wallet out from her big purse. She’s able to get it out just in time before you place your other hand on her thigh and she glares at you but she doesn’t back down. 

The waiter comes back and she gives him her card after she looks at the bill. He comes back after a few minutes and gives her card back and she has enough brain power to put it back in her wallet and put it in her purse. 

“Have a good night.” The waiter tells you both and then leaves after you wish him the same. You get up after passing your finger quickly over her clit and she lets out a small squeak. You got to give her credit for not folding after teasing her hard for 10 minutes. You follow her out and back to her car but she traps you between her and the car before you open the door.

“You played very dirty in there.” She tells you with a lower pitched voice and you shiver slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” You tell her and she hums.

“I almost did, I wanted to. But the thing is, I like winning too.” She says and presses herself up against you and you feel her boobs squished against you and you let out a gasp. “But I don’t want to give anyone a free show here so how about we take this home and continue there?” She says and you nod.

After 2 minutes of her driving you realise the huge advantage she has for being the driver. She can tease you all she wants and you can’t do a thing as she has to focus on the road.

“I should have drove.” You say when her hand is on the inside of your thigh very close to your dripping centre and you hear her chuckle. You get home after a long tortuous 8 minutes and you quickly get out before you fold.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” Melissa says after you walk in. Before you reply she pins you against the door and you widen your eyes. She then takes one of your hands and places it on her chest and you feel the top of her breasts and you let out a breath. “If you fold then you can feel both of them all over without anything covering them.” She says and then your dissolve crumbles.

“I fold.” You say and quickly capture her in a kiss. She stumbles a bit at the unexpected kiss but quickly regains her balance and smiles into the kiss at hearing you fold.

“Let’s go upstairs.” She says and quickly brings you to her bedroom. She closes the door and you immediately take her tank top and bra off as soon as she turns around. You place your hands on her breasts and squeeze them a few times before placing your mouth on a nipple and she lets out a moan. 

She pulls you off her nipple and kisses you hard and gets you to walk backwards until you fall on the bed with a ‘oomph’. She climbs on top of you after taking her pants off and you see her there in just her underwear that has a noticeable wet spot and you smile.

“Like knowing how wet you made me in that restaurant?” She asks and you nod proudly. “I almost wanted you to fuck me right there in the booth.” She says and you squirm. “Wanted you to have your fingers deep inside me while I try not to make any noises.” She says and you bring your hands to her thighs. “You know your crop top and shorts are cute but I would really like to see what’s underneath.” She tells you and you nod your consent.

She takes your top off and sees your push up bra and she quirks her eyebrow in amusement at your attempt to fluster her more. She then unclips your bra and takes a nice long look at your full chest on display and she licks her lips. She unbuttons your shorts and takes them off along with your underwear and you gasp at her sneakiness. Before you complain, she takes her underwear off and gets back on top of you and you just admire her completely naked and see her very wet pussy that you just want to touch. 

She places her hands on her breasts and you squirm a bit at hearing her moans that are coming out of her mouth due to her pleasuring herself on top of you. You then sit up, slap her left hand away and place your mouth on her nipple and start sucking. She giggles when you slap her hand away but it quickly turns into a moan when you start sucking. She quickly places her hands in your hair to keep you there and encourages you on.

“Yes, keep sucking. You love my big tits don’t you baby? Suck on my tits all you want, get mommy all nice and wet.” She says and you widen your eyes at the nickname she gives herself. You realise that it turns you on and wrap your arms around her waist and bring her closer to you. “Oooh.” She squeaks out at you moving her closer and then she smiles. “Do you like that? Being mommy’s baby?” She asks and you nod while still sucking. “Give mommy’s other tit some attention.” She tells you and you obey and switch to the other one. She brushes some hair out of your face with her hand and she bucks her hips when you lick and suck at the same time and lets out a gasp. “Do that again baby.” She says while heavily breathing and you do the same thing. She can’t wait any longer after that and pulls your mouth off of her and kisses you. “I need you to fuck me right now.” She tells you and you easily slip one finger in her. 

You slip two more in and she starts moving her hips, bringing herself pleasure with your fingers. You watch as she has her mouth wide open, eyes closed and she leans her forehead against yours. You realise at that moment that you’re in love with her and you’re more than ok with that. She moves one hand to cup your cheek and wraps her other arm around your neck to keep you close. Her breathing suddenly gets heavier and you feel her legs start to shake. You move your fingers to match her speed and she gasps at more pleasure she’s getting. She suddenly brings you into a kiss and you pull away and attach your lips to her neck. 

“Oh god.” She gasps out at the immense pleasure and you smirk against her neck.

“Is mommy gonna come?” You ask her and she whimpers.

“Yes, don’t stop.” She says and then you feel her clench around your fingers and her whole body tense up. She grips you tighter with her hands and throws her head back as she comes hard. She slows her hips down on your fingers before stopping and you pull them out gently and lick her juices off. She looks at you licking her fingers and smiles at you moaning.

“Should have had you sit on my face.” You say and she lets out an airy chuckle as she comes down from her high.

“Have you ever fucked yourself with a dildo?” She suddenly asks you and you shake your head. “Do you want to be fucked with a dildo?” She asks and you think about it.

“Will it hurt?” You ask her.

“That depends on how many fingers you’ve used to masturbate with.”

“2 is the max.”

“It’ll hurt a little, but the pain goes away after a few seconds and then it feels really good.” She says and you think about it before nodding.

“Ok but go slow.” You tell her as she gets up. She grabs the strap and her smallest dildo from the closet and puts it on before getting back on the bed. She spreads your legs and instead brings her mouth to your clit instead of the dildo. She licks and sucks on your clit to get you more wet, like you aren’t already dripping before she gets on her knees in between your legs. She puts some lube on it that she brought from her closet and then aligns it with your centre. She looks at you and you nod before she slowly enters you. You start gasping at getting stretched out and she grabs both of your hands and you squeeze her hands. She enters you completely and stays still for a few seconds.

“You ok baby?” She asks and you nod after a second. She starts moving slowly and you gasp at the sensation and close your eyes. She pumps in and out of you a few times before you wrap your legs around her. You wrapped them around a bit too high and she falls down on top of you.

“Ow.” You squeak out and she stays on top of you.

“You alright?” She asks you and you nod.

“Keep going.” You tell her and she starts pumping in and out of you again. You start moaning out at the sensation and she smiles before she starts sucking on your neck. You feel your orgasm start building and you breath heavier. “Mommy, kiss me.” You tell her and she immediately pulls back from your neck and starts kissing your lips. 

You then squeeze her hands and she can tell your clenching around the dildo as she has to go harder to keep moving. She pulls back from your lips just in time to hear you gasp out as you come. She pulls out of you carefully before she takes the strap off. She throws it somewhere and then she lays down next to you and pulls you close to her to help you calm down.

“So how was your first time?” She asks when she sees your breathing at a regular pace again.

“Well I don’t really have a lot to compare it to.” You tell her and she laughs. “But I’ve never felt this good after masturbating.” You tell her and she hums. “How was it for you?” You ask her.

“Oh god baby, you made me come hard.” She says and you smile before you move your head off her arm and place it on her chest. “Already using my boobs as a pillow?” She asks and you nod before you fall asleep.

The next morning she gives you one of her long shirts to wear when you ask for one and you put your underwear on. You both go to the kitchen and she starts the coffee machine and you wrap your arms around her waist. She leans into your touch before she turns around and gives you a kiss. She makes you back up towards the counter in the middle and places her mouth on your neck before she slips her hand down and circles your clit. You feel your orgasm building quickly and then Becca comes in and she hears you moan out.

“Nope.” She says and then walks right out and to her room. 

Melissa pulled back from you and you both stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

*Tuesday Morning*

“You’re gonna be great.” Melissa tells you as she brings you to the office for your interview with Ava. You make it to the office and she gives you a quick kiss to help you calm down.

“Woah Melissa, no idea you had a hot girlfriend. But I’ll need you to keep the kisses down as I have an interview with someone in a few minutes.” Ava says as she comes in.

“I’m the someone you’re interviewing.” You tell her and Ava looks between you and Melissa before sighing.

“Ok, come on then.” She says and she closes the door and sits down. She sees Melissa glaring at her before she walks out to the break room and Ava takes a deep breath before looking at you.

“I GOT THE JOB!” You yell out as you enter the break room and immediately hug Melissa. Everyone turns to look at you as you hug Melissa and sees her surprise face turn happy.

“I knew you could do it.” She says and then Ava comes in.

“Gave your girlfriend the job as she might survive here since she’s with you.” Ava tells Melissa.

“Girlfriend?” Janine asks and everyone looks at Melissa.

“Yes she’s my girlfriend, so youse be nice unless you want a bat to your headlights.” Melissa tells them and you sit on her lap with a smile.

“I gotta go  as I’m going to take Becca out as an apology for when she walked in on us.” You tell here and then give her a kiss and walk out.

“Had a good weekend Melissa?” Jacob asks while trying not to laugh.

“Maybe.” Melissa says and then takes a sip of coffee with a smile.

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Clingy vidyadhara reader x sunday like that one picture of the snake wrapped around the bird that went viral a while back lol

“Let it be for now”

Summary: In a moment of quiet solace aboard the Astral Express, Sunday and you, a newly-reborn Vidyadhara, find comfort in each other's presence. Still adjusting to your second life after a harrowing transformation, you lean into Sunday, seeking warmth and connection. As you sit together in silence, Sunday reflects on the fragility of the dream he is striving to create, while you share a quiet understanding of the need for mutual support. In the intimacy of your shared space, both of you find peace, if only for a fleeting moment.

Tags: Sunday x Vidyadhara!Reader, Emotional Comfort, Fragile Relationships, Rebirth, Intimacy, Soft Moments, Vulnerability, Connection.

Warnings: Light emotional themes, Subtle tension in personal boundaries.

A/N: I don't think I've seen it... 😭

The gentle hum of the Astral Express echoed through the hallways, the rhythm of its motion almost soothing in its predictability. Yet, in the quietest corners of the train, a different kind of stillness lingered. Sunday, the ever-dignified former leader of the Oak Family, sat on a plush seat by the window, his eyes staring out into the endless expanse of stars, a far-off look on his face. His wings were tucked neatly behind him, but there was a subtle tension in their soft, silver feathers that suggested they were not at ease.

You, a newly-reborn Vidyadhara—still adjusting to your second life after a harrowing hatching—sat beside him, watching his every move with a quiet intensity. Your newly emerged form, still tender and unsure, craved the warmth of connection. The world seemed vast and overwhelming after the transformation, your past lives slipping away like fading echoes, leaving you disoriented and fragile. But Sunday’s presence, though often aloof, was a constant comfort. There was something about the way he always seemed to be there when you needed him, as if he understood the loneliness that came with being reborn.

And so, here you were, curled up beside him, your sharp, pointed ears flicking every now and then in the silence. There was no need for words; you simply leaned into his side, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence.

Sunday blinked, his gaze softening as he glanced down at you, his ethereal halo flickering slightly in the dim light. A small, imperceptible sigh escaped his lips.

"Are you... comfortable?" he asked, his voice gentle, as if not wanting to disturb the fragile peace.

You nodded, a slight smile tugging at your lips. You were small in this form, vulnerable, and in need of comfort, a stark contrast to the powerful, graceful being you once were. But in Sunday’s presence, you felt safe, as though he was a protector of sorts—a keeper of dreams, as much as you were.

You shifted closer to him, your tail curling slightly around his waist as you sought a more secure position. Sunday’s wings twitched in response, and though he rarely showed it, you could tell that he was struggling with the pull of your proximity. His natural inclination to distance himself clashed with the undeniable softness of your touch.

Without warning, you pressed your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his clothes. His breath hitched ever so slightly, but he did not pull away. Instead, his arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you close as if the very act of doing so brought him peace.

"You know," Sunday began, his voice low and contemplative, "the dream is fragile, isn’t it? The world we hope to create… sometimes it feels like I’m holding onto something that could slip away at any moment." His fingers gently brushed through your hair, his touch careful and deliberate. "But with you here… it feels like maybe, just maybe, there's something worth fighting for."

You nuzzled closer to him, your own thoughts spiraling in a similar direction. You too struggled with the weight of your rebirth, the dissonance between your past lives and this new existence. But in his arms, those fears seemed to dissipate, leaving only the warmth of the present moment.

"I think… I think we both need this," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, the soft vibration of your words blending with the hum of the ship. "We need each other to keep the dream alive. Even if it's just for a little while."

Sunday's expression softened, and for once, the calm facade he wore seemed to break just a little. He leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes as the quiet intimacy wrapped around you both like a cocoon. His wings fluttered ever so slightly, brushing against your cheek as if to acknowledge the shared connection.

"Then let it be," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let it be for now."

In the silence that followed, you both found comfort in each other’s presence, a fragile peace settled between your hearts. The stars outside continued to dance, and within the safe confines of the Astral Express, the two of you held onto that fleeting moment—a moment of warmth, of connection, of hope.

And perhaps, just perhaps, that was enough.

[mofongomuncher]

HIII!!!

can i plzzzz get some Ekko x fem reader on New years?? Like the reader is scared of fire works (just loud noise) and Ekko doesn’t know so when the fireworks start she gets all scared and shi and Ekko comforts her!! THANK YOUU AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and reader ¡

Ekko had promised you the best view of the Piltover fireworks, and he wasn't one to break promises. As he tucked his Hoverboard under one arm, he led you up one of Zaun's rusting skyscrapers, the Firelights crest were carved faintly all around the metal supports. His hand reached for yours as he steadied you, his fingers warm against your own. The cold steel beneath your boots made the climb feel even more painful, but Ekko's confidence was more infectious than the pain.

"You alright there, love?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder, his smirk as sharp and playful as ever.

You nodded, even though your nerves buzzed with unease. "Yeah, just... hoping this is worth all this pain and climbing."

"Oh, it's so worth it." he chuckled, pulling you up to the roof with ease. "Trust me, Piltover might suck, but they know how to light up the sky."

Once we made it to the top, he spread out his enormous jacket for you to sit on, his movements casual but so thoughtful. You leaned against a rusted vent, trying to settle into the moment.

Zaun sprawled below like a canvas of dim, flickering lights, while Piltover's golden towers glittered high above, their shine cutting through the hazy air. Despite the pollution, the view was so stunning.

"This is amazing Ekko.." you said softly, the sight momentarily easing the tension in your chest.

"I told you.." Ekko replied, stretching out beside you. His arm brushed yours, and he grinned. "Best seat in Zaun. Ain't no fancy Piltover balcony gonna top this."

I mean yeah he was right.

But as the countdown began, your calm unraveled. Each second that ticked by brought you closer to the fireworks, and your chest tightened. You hadn't told him about your fear of loud noises—why would you? It seemed so small, so insignificant compared to everything else Ekko faced every day.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

"Here it comes!" he exclaimed, his voice buzzing with excitement as he pointed toward Piltover.

The first firework streaked into the sky, bursting into a brilliant spray of gold and silver. The noise hit like a shockwave, sharp and jarring.

Your body reacted instinctively—you flinched, curling in on yourself as your hands shot up to cover your ears. The air felt suffocating, each boom sending your pulse racing.

"Y/N?" Ekko's voice cut through the chaos, his tone laced with concern. You barely felt his hand on your shoulder over the pounding in your chest.

“What’s wrong love?”

You couldn't meet his eyes, your voice shaky as you stammered, "I...I can't—It's too loud—"

Realization flickered across his face, and his usual smirk softened into something tender. Without hesitation, he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I got you," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

You pressed your face into his jacket, his heartbeat steady and grounding beneath your cheek. "I'm—I'm sorry...I didn't want to ruin this for you.." you mumbled, your voice muffled.

"Ruin it?" he repeated, almost incredulously. He leaned his chin lightly against the top of your head. "you could never ruin anything for me love.  We don't have to stay if it's too much for you, okay?"

"No, no it's fine," you said quickly, though your voice wavered. "Just... stay close, please."

His grip around you tightened, his other hand gently coaxing yours away from your ears. "Alright, just focus on me and not the noise.." he said softly. "Okay? Not the noise. Me." You quickly nodded.

His words were a balm, grounding you as the fireworks continued to explode above. "You know.." he started, his voice calm, "when I was a kid, I hated these things too. Every time they went off, I thought they'd bring the whole Undercity crashing down. I guess I was a little dramatic."

You managed a shaky laugh, the tension in your chest loosening slightly.

"But you know what I learned?" He tilted his head, his gaze steady. "They can't hurt us. Not from here. We're untouchable."

You clung to him, letting his voice guide you through the chaos. "Big tough Firelight leader, huh?" you teased, your voice steadier now.

"You know it." he replied, his grin returning. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against the cool night air. "And I'm tough enough to stick with you through anything. Even these fireworks."

With Ekko's arms around you, the explosions felt a little less overwhelming. Instead of focusing on the noise, you noticed the way his thumb traced gentle circles on your arm, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the warmth of his presence.

As the final firework lit the sky, leaving a haze of smoke and faint stars above, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.

"Next time..." Ekko said, helping you to your feet, "we'll bring earplugs. Or I can like make you something cool—like noise-canceling headphones"

You laughed, squeezing his hand. "You really are the best baby. Thank you—really. "

"Always.." he said simply, leaning in to kiss you gently, his smile lingering against your lips.

"Happy New Years, love ."

HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL YOU GUYSSS!!

Thank you guys so much for all the support. I’m really really glad a lot of people find these stories good, it actually means so much to me ❤️

I love you all sooooo much. All of you guys can get a smooch from me

whoever requested this can get an extra smoochy smooch 😽

Check out my Ekko one shots on Wattpad for more stories!! :3

[strangevynl]

NOTICE | k.sm x reader

nerdyboycrush!seungmin x bsf!reader

warnings: eating disorders | anorexia | angst | one sided love.

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Seungmin was the epitome of "cool," though not in the traditional sense. He wasn't the jock, nor the rebellious bad boy, but there was something magnetic about him. With his glasses perched perfectly on his nose, messy but somehow deliberate hair, and sharp wit, Seungmin had the rare ability to be both the smartest kid in class and the one everyone wanted to be around. It didn’t hurt that his quiet demeanor gave him an air of mystery that only added to his allure.

Everyone knew Seungmin, and, naturally, everyone had a crush on him. Girls from every corner of the school would flock to him, hoping for his attention. Some flirted, others tried to offer help with his studies, but Seungmin’s eyes—those expressive brown eyes—always seemed to drift toward someone else.

And that someone else was “you.”

You had been best friends with Seungmin since middle school, and somehow, over the years, your friendship had deepened. He was the person you could laugh with, vent to, or simply sit in comfortable silence with. Yet, no matter how long you had known him, no matter how often you walked beside him between classes, he never seemed to see you the way everyone else did. He saw you as his best friend. His "just friend."

Meanwhile, every girl in school—whether it was the popular cheerleader, the shy new transfer student, or the class president—would make it a point to talk to Seungmin. They’d ask him questions about assignments, casually compliment him, or simply drop by his locker to chat. You couldn’t help but notice how his face would light up when they spoke to him. He was always so kind to them, so patient, so *interested.* And no matter how much you told yourself you were happy just being his friend, it stung every single time.

One day, as the two of you sat under the big oak tree in the school courtyard during lunch, a girl from your class—Hannah, who was known for having a sharp eye for cute boys—walked up to Seungmin. She had a flirty smile on her face and, without skipping a beat, leaned over to say something that made Seungmin laugh.

You sat there, pretending not to notice the slight tightening in your chest. You focused on your half-eaten sandwich, not wanting to give away how affected you were. But as you took a bite, you couldn’t help but glance up at Seungmin.

And, of course, his eyes were on her. He was looking at Hannah like she was the only person in the world, his smile widening as she said something else. You could almost hear the unspoken words in his expression, his interest in her so obvious it made your heart ache. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to you, but it was just a glance, a fleeting moment before his attention returned to Hannah.

You looked down at your hands, willing the heat that had rushed to your cheeks to subside. “It’s fine,”you told yourself. “You’re his best friend, and that's enough.”

But deep down, it wasn’t enough.

🎐…..

A week later, you were walking to your next class when you bumped into him in the hallway. Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly adjusted his backpack strap, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t see you there,” he said, his voice warm and familiar, just like it always was.

You managed a tight smile, trying to act like you weren’t just thinking about his constant attention toward other girls. “Hey,” you replied, glancing up at him.

“Hey, are you alright? You look a little… distracted,” he said, his brow furrowing in concern. You could tell he was genuine, but you also knew he didn’t understand what you were feeling. He never did.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, shaking it off. “Just… thinking about stuff. You know how it is.”

Seungmin nodded, oblivious to the weight of the unspoken words between you. "Right, right. So, I was wondering if you wanted to study together later? I’m trying to get ahead in physics. I know you’re like, the best at it.”

You hesitated. The offer made your chest swell with warmth because, for a moment, it felt like you weren’t just his "friend"—you were something more. “But am I?”you thought, shaking the doubt out of your head.

"Yeah, that sounds good," you said, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions in your chest. "I’ll meet you at your place after school.

As Seungmin gave you one of his genuine, effortless smiles, you tried to ignore the ache inside. You were his best friend, and you’d always be there for him. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished that the way he looked at you could be the same way he looked at everyone else.

The study session later that day was almost painfully normal. You sat next to Seungmin at his desk, working through problems in physics like you always did. But this time, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his eyes lit up whenever another girl walked into the room. His smile was easy, effortless. His attention was easy to earn, if you were a little more than just a friend.

By the end of the session, as you packed up your things, you felt a knot in your stomach. Seungmin didn’t notice, of course. He never did. He was too busy asking if you wanted to grab a snack or if you were free for a movie on the weekend.

But as he smiled at you, a little too wide this time, a quiet voice whispered in your heart: “Maybe this time, he’ll see you differently. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he will.”

But until then, you’d be right by his side, even if he couldn’t see the feelings you kept hidden behind the smile.

🎐….

Days turned into weeks, and your growing distance from Seungmin became more apparent, even to you. You didn’t spend as much time with him after school, no more study sessions or spontaneous trips to the convenience store. He tried to reach out a few times, but you brushed him off with excuses. “I’m tired,” you’d say. “I have a lot of homework.” It wasn’t like you were lying; it was just that the homework had become the perfect excuse to hide from him, to hide from everything.

You felt safer alone in your room, away from the world that reminded you of everything you weren’t.

The weight loss continued, and soon your clothes hung loosely from your frame, the reflection in the mirror becoming harder and harder to recognize. Your ribs were more pronounced now, your arms thinner, your face sharper. For a fleeting moment, you thought you might actually be happy with the changes. Maybe if you could just get thinner, *prettier,* then maybe—just maybe—someone like Seungmin would finally look at you the way you’d always hoped.

But deep down, you knew the truth. It wasn’t just about your body it was about the part of you that had been slowly fading away, trying to fit into a mold you were never meant to. You’d been chasing something you’d never get, and each pound you lost felt like a part of your soul slipping away with it.

🎐….

One afternoon, while sitting alone at lunch in the library, you heard footsteps approaching. Your heart sank when you looked up and saw Seungmin standing there, his gaze soft but filled with something you couldn’t quite place. You hadn’t seen him in a while, and he seemed different somehow—distant, like he wasn’t sure how to approach you anymore.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative. “Mind if I sit with you?”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to smile. “Of course.” It was a hollow gesture, though, and you both knew it.

Seungmin slid into the seat across from you, setting his lunch tray down with a small clink. He didn’t start eating right away. Instead, he just looked at you, his eyes tracing your face in a way that made you uncomfortable.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone neutral, but there was a tightness around his jaw. “I know I haven’t been the best at… well, understanding, but I thought we were still friends. I thought we could talk about anything.”

You didn’t know how to respond. The words that had been boiling inside you for weeks were stuck in your throat, the anger and hurt mixing with a deep sadness you didn’t know how to explain. You wanted to shout at him, tell him how much his rejection had destroyed you, how much it still hurt every time he laughed with another girl, how much you wished you could just be someone he could care for the way you cared for him.

But instead, you just stared at him, your fingers fidgeting with the corner of your book.

“I’m fine, Seungmin,” you said, repeating the lie you’d been telling yourself for months. “I’ve just been… busy.”

He frowned, leaning in slightly. “I don’t believe you,” he said softly. “You’re not fine. I can tell.”

You could feel the heat rise in your face, a mixture of guilt and frustration. You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to mind his own business. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said quickly, the words rushed, almost pleading.

Seungmin looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face. You could see the concern in them, but you couldn’t bear to face it. The last thing you wanted was for him to pity you.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve changed. And I don’t think it’s just because of school.”

You froze. There was no way he could know. He couldn’t know the lengths you’d gone to in order to change yourself, to try and fit into some version of “perfect”that you knew wasn’t even real.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, this time your voice firmer, even though your heart was breaking. “Just leave it alone, Seungmin. Please.”

His expression softened, but there was still a flicker of something behind his eyes—something that you couldn’t decipher. “I’m not going to leave it alone,” he said, his voice more determined now. “I’m your friend. And I’m here, okay? Whether you want to talk about it or not.”

For a second, you almost wanted to tell him everything—how you’d felt so invisible for so long, how his rejection had torn you apart, how you’d convinced yourself that losing weight, changing who you were, would somehow make him see you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to show him the broken pieces of you that you were desperately trying to hide.

Instead, you just looked away, trying to keep the tears that threatened to spill under control.

“I don’t need your help,” you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly, as if your words had stung more than you realized. “You don’t need my help?” he repeated, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t need anyone?”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your shaking hands. “No. I don’t. I’m fine.”

There was a long silence. Seungmin seemed to search your face, as if waiting for you to say something more, to open up to him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll leave you alone, then,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. “But just know, I’m here. Whenever you want to talk.”

And with that, he stood up, his tray untouched, and walked away. You watched him go, your chest tight with a mixture of relief and guilt.

But as the door to the library closed behind him, a cold, heavy emptiness settled over you. For a moment, you thought about calling out to him, about telling him everything. But you couldn’t. The distance between you had grown too wide. You’d built up too many walls.

And no matter how much you wanted him to see you, to see the real you, you couldn’t tear down the ones you’d put up, not now.

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The weeks dragged on. Your weight continued to drop, and while you were more withdrawn, you started to notice people around you especially Seungmin looking at you differently. Some of the girls who used to talk to him started whispering, glancing at you with something that resembled envy.

But you didn’t care about them. You didn’t care about anyone except Seungmin. You had spent so long wishing to be someone who could be noticed, someone who was worthy of his attention. But even now, when you had finally become someone different, it still wasn’t enough.

And deep down, you knew something even more painful than that: He might never look at you the way you wanted him to. But the hardest part was realizing that you might never look at yourself the way you wanted to either.

——

That night, you found yourself sitting at a study table, surrounded by half-open notebooks and the faint buzz of other students working in the background. But your mind wasn’t on the textbooks in front of you. It was on him—Seungmin.

Yes, you were back at his place after he requested you to study with him. you can never seem to restrain yourself when he asks you for something it was always one of his charms, his round boba eyes looking at you pleading beside the lockers for you to study for the exam with which ended up with the both of you here. Studying like the old times

You had tried so hard to push those feelings away, bury them deep, pretend you were fine, but every time you saw him—every time he smiled at you or talked to you like nothing had changed—it became harder to ignore. It wasn’t the rejection that had hurt the most. It was the fact that it felt like he only saw you as his best friend. Just a friend.

You stared down at your notebook, the words blurring together, your hand shaking slightly as you tried to focus on your notes. You couldn't anymore.

The words bubbled up from somewhere deep inside of you, and before you could stop them, you turned to Seungmin, who was sitting across from you, tapping away on his phone. His usual easygoing expression was there, but tonight, you could barely look at him without feeling the weight of everything you had been holding back.

"Seungmin…" Your voice trembled, and you hated how fragile it sounded. He looked up, sensing the change in tone, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah?" His eyes softened, and in that moment, he looked so oblivious to the storm swirling inside you.

You couldn’t do it anymore. "You have no idea, do you? How much this… all of this has affected me."

He blinked, clearly confused. "What are you talking about?"

You inhaled sharply, your chest tightening as frustration and pain flooded through you. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care about holding it in or pretending you were fine. "When you rejected me, Seungmin… it crushed me. You said you liked me, but not that way, and it’s like you’ve been treating me like nothing changed, but everything changed! I didn’t just get over it! I couldnt”

Seungmin’s face went still, and for the first time, you saw something flicker in his eyes—something like guilt. But it was too late for that. You had to keep going, or you’d never find the closure you needed.

"I lost so much weight after that. You know that, right? I thought if I changed how I looked, maybe I’d be good enough for you. Maybe you’d see me differently. But no matter what I did, it didn’t matter, because you’ll always just see me as your friend! I was so stupid to think you could feel the same way about me. I was just a friend, and that’s it. I wasn’t even enough to make you see me as “more."

You felt the words hit the air like a slap, the raw emotion in your voice a stark contrast to how carefully you’d kept it buried for so long. The room felt heavy, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you’d said too much.

Seungmin was quiet. Too quiet. You dared a glance at him, only to see his face twisted in an expression that was too hard to read.

"You…" His voice cracked, and he looked down at his hands, his fingers pressing into the paper on the desk. "I didn’t know… you really felt that way. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, right?"

Your heart hurt hearing him apologize, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too late. “I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly, shaking your head. “But you still did. And it changed everything.”

The silence stretched between you two, thick with all the unsaid things. You watched Seungmin, who was struggling with his words, looking at you like he didn’t know how to fix this, because maybe, in some twisted way, he couldn’t.

"I never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t enough," he said quietly, his voice sincere, but it still felt distant. "I… I just never saw you the way you wanted me to. I see you as my best friend. That’s all I can see."

Those words—those exact words—were the ones you had dreaded hearing from the moment you’d confessed. You had known it all along, deep down, but hearing it from his lips, right in front of you, was still a punch to the gut.

"Yeah," you whispered, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. "I know."

The realization hit you hard. He would never look at you the way you wanted him to. No matter how much you changed, no matter how hard you tried, he would always just see you as his friend. And somewhere inside, you knew that was the part you had to let go of.

Seungmin looked like he wanted to say more, but you couldn’t let him. You had already said everything you needed to say. And as painful as it was, you felt like a weight had been lifted—finally, the truth was out.

Without another word, you stood up from the table, your hands shaking as you gathered your things. Seungmin called your name as you walked away, but you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.

It was time to stop pretending. Time to stop chasing someone who would never see you the way you wanted to be seen. Time to start moving on, even if it meant leaving a piece of your heart behind.

🏷️: none yet!

[intimidating-fettuccine]

hi! can i req poly yan!masky x reader x yan!hoodie?:)

I hope you enjoy this, as this is a pretty rough combination :p

Oh, you don't know what you're getting yourself into, or maybe you do and you're into that sort of thing. Normal Masky is physically incapable of love, he will never, ever fall in love with you, no matter what you do, and guess what? Yandere Masky is the exact same way. While yandere Tim will love you and treasure you, you're getting Masky instead, who just simply grows possessive over your body, and wants nobody else to have access to you, only him. Well, at least, except for Hoodie, who he begrudgingly shares you with. Hoodie in general is closer to Brian in personality and treatment than Masky is to Tim, but Hoodie still isn't nearly as sweet to you as Brian might be. He's not sure if the intense, deep, primal possession he feels toward you is love, but he knows the feeling he feels is strong enough that he's not going to give you up.

There's going to be a LOT of fighting. This will not be a sweet, romantic experience between them. Masky and Hoodie can barely share when they're normal, they definitely can't share when they're yandere for you. Masky is the one initiating most of the fights, as it aggravates him to see Hoodie around you at all, especially if he's being physically affectionate with you. Hoodie never gives in though, and there are a lot of thrown punches and pointed guns, but the one who ends up winning tends to vary. Whenever Masky wins he gets especially cocky and tends to hide you from Hoodie for several days so he can do whatever he wants to you (a situation that is not generally enjoyable for you, as you come out exhausted, starving (as Masky almost never remembers to feed you) in need of what feels like multiple showers, and covered in bruises and bitemarks). Hoodie winning tends to be much better, as he'll at least apologize for making you watch that, but it just goes to make his possession over you even stronger, and you'll never be able to get away from him. Neither of them really knows how a normal romantic relationship is supposed to work, so it's mostly just them dragging you back and forth and forcing themselves on you if you don't comply.

So long as Masky is distracted by something else, most of your time is spent with Hoodie, which you're thankful for as Hoodie is always the better of the two at least, as he makes sure you stay well-fed, and he'll clean up the injuries both of them tend to leave on you. You can talk with him, and engage in any hobbies you might have had with him. He tends to spend a lot of time watching you, though. Staring from beside you, observing what you do, experimenting on you to see how you react to different situations. He gets antsy if he doesn't touch you for too long, and often randomly forces himself on you, pressing his lips to yours with no warning, touching you without permission. He's at least somewhat gentle about it, but whenever Masky catches him doing so it just reinforces in Masky's mind that he doesn't have to ask you permission to do anything, which makes your situation with Masky much worse. Both of them get so physically clingy, wanting to be the one to leave the most markings on you, wanting to be the one to touch you the most, wanting to be the one to use you however they please the most. Just make sure they never end up asking you if you prefer one over the other, as neither of them is a good answer to give because it'll just piss the other off and cause more fighting, and turn some anger on you. Should you ever actually have to choose between them in general, cozying up to Hoodie will save you in the long run, as if you ever feel the need to escape (you will), Hoodie can at least assist you, and in the end, find a way to keep you all to himself. He can hide you, live with you somewhere far, far away, away from Masky, where, while still living under controlled possession, you'd be much safer. It won't last forever, though. Masky won't stop searching for you, both you and Hoodie know that, and once he finds you, you're never getting away from him again.